#modern manorian au

[malulls]

The bet

Manorian hockey au

The high-pitched sound of the alarm began to ring through the room, waking Dorian so suddenly he felt like he had been hit in the forehead by a hammer. His eyelids fluttered, before slowly opening. Manon moved from where she was lying on top of him, and sat up in bed with a frown on her forehead. They both looked at the clock, marking six hours in the morning. Gods, he still hated waking up so early.

—Sorry. — Dorian said, sitting up to turn off the alarm and stop the noise. — I have a game today.

She rubbed her face and brushed her hair out of her eyes, muttering a curse.

— Is that why you were sleeping like a baby at eight?

Her voice was still hoarse with sleep, and Dorian felt every inch of his body want to lie back on the pillow and pull her with him. Instead, he leaned forward, in the opposite direction, and bit her lower lip.

— That's not what I remember to be doing at eight.

Manon rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing that they couldn't go on with that, at least not now. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

— You can stay and sleep until you have to go to class, if you want.

— It's fine. — she said, and rose to look for her clothes around the bedroom. — I need a ride to the campus anyway.

Dorian tried to get ready as quickly as possible so she wouldn't be waiting and he wouldn't be late, but it took a few minutes for sleep to leave his body completely, and to fix the mess Manon had made of his hair. When he left, she was already dressed in front of the mirror that stayed on the wardrobe door, pinning her hair into a ponytail, looking at the bruises on her neck that the white T-shirt she wore the night before did nothing to hide. She showed her middle finger when she saw him.

— I told you not to leave anything where the shirt wouldn't cover it. — Manon complained.

She let her hair down, which hid the marks, but the white strands were too tangled and messy to leave like that.

— Surely that's not what you said when I was putting them there.

A shoe flew past his head, and Dorian hid his smile so that she wouldn't throw the other one too. He finished dressing, and was putting on the jacket of the hockey team, but stopped halfway through the movement. The collar was high enough to cover her neck, and it would certainly be loose on her, but it would work until she could change clothes. He took it off and threw it to Manon.

— I think it'll solve the problem.

She looked from the coat to him like she was going to give it back, but took it with her when she went to the bathroom. Dorian went down the stairs that led to the living room, and found Chaol and Fenrys already awake in the kitchen. The first one holding a coffee mug, the second with his head resting on his hands and looking as if he had been hit by a truck.

— You look like shit. — Dorian said as a good morning, and opened the fridge to look for something to eat.

— Good morning to you too, Havilliard. — he murmured, and laid half his body on the counter. — Rowan is going to kill me.

— And we're going to make popcorn and watch. — Chaol replied, placing a glass full of water next to his head. — I don't know why you insist on drinking when there's a game the next day.

— The problem wasn't the drinking. — he grumbled, closing his eyes. — It's what came after. I barely slept.

— Who was the lucky lady this time? — Dorian asked, taking a seat beside Fenrys.

— One of your girlfriend's friends. The red-haired. Vesta.

He blinked, surprised, but not that much. At least it explained the sorry state Fenrys was in.

— Explains a lot. And don't say that Manon is my girlfriend. She'll rip your balls off if she hears that.

She chose that moment to appear on the stairs, looking more awake, with her hair pinned up and so beautiful in his jacket that it was ridiculous. Dorian looked away so that at least he wouldn't look as stupid as he was feeling. Fenrys suddenly came back to life when he saw her wearing the red coat of the team.

— Let's go? — Manon called out.

— I'm finishing - Dorian tossed her the car keys. — You can wait there if you're not going to steal my car and leave me behind again.

— It's been weeks ago. Get over it. — she paused in the doorway before closing it. — And I won't have to steal anything if you don't take too long.

The white door slammed shut and she left after the implied threat, ignoring the stares of the two curious men behind him. Dorian stared in the direction she had gone until Fenrys lifted his head, smiling in a way that totally justified the wolf nickname he had won on the ice.

— You were saying? - he began, in the most teasing and irritating voice possible. — Or were your thoughts interrupted by the thousands of pink hearts that appeared in your eyes when she showed up with your last name on her back?

— If you don't shut up, I'll tell Rowan that you not only drank, but had sex until three in the morning before you can defend yourself.

— It was until two in the morning.

— It won't make any difference to him, you can be sure.

Dorian put his plate in the sink behind Chaol when he finished, and said goodbye to both of them, ignoring Fenrys' mumbling. He stopped at the cupboard by the stairs to get his things while the rest of the boys went downstairs.

— See you all later. — he shouted before closing the door.

He felt a spark of electricity run through him as he stepped out into the cool morning air and walked to his car — and to the girl waiting inside. Suddenly, it didn't matter that much that the sun had barely risen. A good kind of anxiety that always preceded the games took over him, it was what happened when he put into practice everything he had worked so hard to train for.

Besides, now there was always the certainty that when he looked at the bleachers, Manon would be there. Dorian sighed, but ended up smiling. Maybe Fenrys was right about the hearts in his eyes. No matter how much Manon said against it, he knew that she had started watching the games because of him before she became obsessed with ice hockey. And Dorian would be lying if he said he wouldn't like to see her in the crowd wearing his jacket, or that she wasn't the one he looked for when they left after the game was over. Every single time.

But he didn't have time to dream about that — or about her — not at that moment. He had a game to win. And when he did, it always made anything else worth it.

—

Elide's surprised squeal could have woken a sleeping monster on the other side of the world and underground, Manon thought. It certainly had woken her. She stretched and sat up in bed for the second time in the day, at least now at a more acceptable hour. The alarm on her cell phone that normally woke her up began to ring seconds later.

— What? — she asked.

Elide didn't answer. She looked like a small animal excited and surprised by... ah. That. Manon hadn't bothered to change after Dorian had left her in front of the dorm. She had just taken off her pants, closed her eyes as quickly as possible, and blacked out. So she was still wearing the damn jacket. She hadn't even thought about taking it off. It was comfortable. It had nothing to do with being Dorian's, or his smell, or the "Havilliard" written in white on the back, just above the number 13.

— So — Manon's friend began, turning around both to hide a smile and to pick up whatever she had gone to her room to get. — When did he give you this?

— He didn't. — Manon answered, rolling her eyes. She got out of bed and went to the closet to start dressing. Gods, she needed a bath. — He borrowed it because the shirt I had didn't cover my neck, and I wasn't going to walk around the campus like this. — She lowered the jacket to the level of her elbows. Elide blushed when she saw the situation. — I'll give it back tonight at the game. And stop acting like you're pure. I'm the one who stays awake till the middle of the night with you and Lorcan wrecking the room.

— Manon!

She blushed harder and went to the doorway while Manon went to the bathroom. But Elide stopped before she left and called her again.

— Dorian would be glad to see you wearing this tonight. He could have borrowed any other coat. But he gave you this one.

The black-haired girl shrugged and said nothing more, as if she had left the sentence incomplete so Manon could think about it and get to some conclusion. But she decided just to ignore what Elide said, and went into the bathroom they shared. She had already had to deal with the stares of Fenrys and Chaol, and it was too soon for all that drama.

Of course it was important to Dorian, it was the fucking team jacket. But that meant nothing. It was just the first thing he saw. She sighed as the warm water began to fall over her body, soothing her tired muscles from the night before. They were sore, like wanting to throw in her face how much she had exaggerated with that "eight".

Anyway, she wasn't Dorian's girlfriend to walk around the arena in his coat while he was on the ice. It didn't matter either that she knew Elide maybe was right about him being glad to see her wearing it. Manon groaned, resting her head on the glass.

She was just going to give the damn jacket back.

—

Manon: where are you?

Dorian: locker room.

Manon: Already? Did you have to go on the show without your gala outfit matching the rest of the models?

I brought your coat

Dorian: The lack of the outfit didn't affect my impeccable performance for your information

And you can keep it if you want

You know that

Manon: and be attacked by 15 different girls who will be heartbroken if they think you're dating?

No, thank you

Dorian: has anyone ever told you that your sense of humor is a jewel?

Manon: Go put your skates on Havilliard

—

Manon looked anxiously at the scoreboard for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last minute, while Vesta and Elide were swearing beside her. They were losing. A curse escaped her mouth as well. Maybe, initially, she had started watching the matches and had become curious because of Dorian, but Manon had discovered that she really liked the adrenaline of hockey.

And if she wasn't lying, she enjoyed watching him play. If there was any way for Dorian Havilliard to be hotter, it was when he was on ice. There was a contagious tension and excitement before playing that was almost visible in the boys. Then, if they won, they had a huge party that was almost as interesting as the game to celebrate the victory. And when she and Dorian got tired of the party, they disappeared upstairs and he fucked her even better than he normally did. If he loved the games, she had learned to enjoy them too.

And she hated losing to the arrogant assholes from the other universities. Not that the boys on the Orynth University team weren't, but as Aelin Galathynius liked to say, the only arrogant assholes she would bother to tolerate were those, and that was enough for a lifetime.

But it wasn't just because she was competitive that Manon hated to lose. She knew how hard Dorian worked, and how down he got when the team lost. That match was being hard.

The boys came skating back onto the ice at the end of the break, and their half of the crowd screamed, trying to get them excited again. It was clear how tired they were. The other team was good. Really good.

She looked for the number 13 on Dorian's uniform, at the same time that he found her in the bleachers. They looked at the scoreboard at the same time, and she reprimanded him with a look.

We're trying, he said, just moving his mouth.

Try harder then.

Dorian rolled his eyes at her answer. They evidently had a disadvantage, and though it was not so great and they did not seem to have given up yet, it would be difficult for them to win. A silly idea popped into her mind, one that would surely take away at least some of Dorian's worry. Manon looked at the scoreboard again, biting her lip. Well, fuck it.

Do you want to make a bet? , She asked, and Dorian frowned.

What?

She lifted the jacket in her hand. If you win, I'll wear this.

Dorian blinked, surprised, and then smiled.

Deal

Before the two of them could say anything else, the coach called out, he put on his helmet, and seconds later was in position with the rest of the team, getting ready for the last chance to win. And now, there was no way he was going to lose.

—

The rest of the game seemed to happen at light speed. Dorian had the audacity to score two goals. The first was enough to make the boys recover their confidence and turn the game. Chaol managed to get the defense better and didn't let the disc pass once again. It was Rowan Whitethorn who scored the winning goal. The crowd went a bit crazy, and even Manon screamed a little, infected with the cheer. It was one of the best games she had ever seen.

She, Vesta and Elide went outside the doors, waiting for the boys to come out. She was surprised to see her friend there, and even more surprised when she said she would go to the party to see Fenrys. She would need a report later about when that had happened.

The two had both widened their eyes when they saw Manon putting on the jacket, as did half of the people in the arena. She only explained the bet, like it was nothing. They were not alone, Aelin and Yrene Towers met them at the exit to wait for Rowan and Chaol.

With many celebrating shouts, the doors opened and the team exited, half of them going in their direction. Manon's heart raced. Dorian was looking straight at her, with a smile so large on his face that she felt her mouth curl up at the corners.

— You lost — he joked, standing in front of her.

— You didn't. — Manon replied, crossing her arms.

He slipped his arm around her waist, and she didn't even think to resist when he pulled her into a kiss. She buried her fingers in his hair, still wet from the shower, ignoring the screams that began around them. Neither of them cared about the scandalous idiots. She could feel how happy he was, as if he was still smiling even as he kissed her. They were breathless when they pulled back, still ignoring everyone.

— I'm proud of you, princeling — she whispered into his lips, low enough so only he could hear.

He kissed Manon again, slower that time.

— Let's go. — Dorian pointed as they separated, and was quick enough to steal a kiss on her cheek before Manon could get away. Then he laughed at her scowl.

They both finally started to follow their friends, who were already shouting at them to leave the kissing for the bedroom. Dorian didn't try to hold her hand because he knew better than that, but he put an arm around her waist, and as they walked he pulled her closer. Manon let him.

That night, she would let.

—

🎨: @mellendraws

commissioned by: shavanreads

I LOVED writing manorian with that off-campus vibe, mostly because I re-read The Deal at the end of last year and I was obsessed with this fanart (as always)

This fic should've been posted in january but the tags weren't working 🙄, after three fucking months they're finally working again

Anyway, I hope you all like it 😘

#manorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #sarah j maas #fanfic #dorian x manon #au #modern au #hockey #hockey au #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan #manon x elide

[dawninlatin]

Queen of Peace, chapter 14

A manorian high school AU

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Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

tw: mentions of abuse. glee.

But I hear music

I feel the beat

And for a moment

When I'm dancing, I am free

-Florence + The Machine, Free

Manon stared at the blank document, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if she stared at it long enough, all the words would magically write themselves. 

It was Saturday, and she still hadn’t started on that damn history paper, which was due in no less than four days.

She had never been this late with anything, usually it would be handed in by now, but Manon was too stressed about everything else to be stressed about this. It was only two pages, anyway, and history was easy once she got started.

I wonder when that is gonna be…

Groaning, Manon slammed her laptop shut and turned on the TV instead. She would just do something else, and then inspiration would suddenly strike or the last-minute panic would work it’s magic.

If her grandmother had seen her now, slacking like this…

This is not how you get into college, Manon.

She cursed, and reopened her laptop. Hesitantly, she started on a headline. The…

«For fucks sake! Just pick something!» Manon scolded herself, willing her brain to focus. Abraxos shot her a look from the other end of the couch, probably wondering why she was yelling at herself like a crazy person. 

The…

The Cold War

There! Now she had something and Manon could take a well-earned phone break, knowing deep down she hadn’t accomplished shit. 

Her phone lit up as she pressed the home-button, and she was met with a picture of the dance team from a competition last year. Immediately, she latched onto the image of a grinning Asterin, her face so bright it was nearly glowing.

It was a huge contrast to the way she had looked the last time Manon had seen her.

With a sigh, Manon opened her latest message-thread with Asterin. She had lost count of how many times she’d opened this thread now, meaning to say something, anything, only to close it again. The last text had been sent before their grandmother had found out that Asterin was pregnant, and kicked her out.

Won’t make it to practice today:/ Talk when you get home?<3

It had only been weeks a few, yet it felt like years since Manon had come home to her cousin cooking dinner, or barging into Manon’s room, talking her into at least watching a movie since it was a Friday night, and school could wait another day.

God, Manon missed her cousin.

Her stomach churned with anxiety and guilt, worrying whether Asterin was okay or not, and she ached with longing, missing something she hadn’t even known she’d had. Not really.

All this pain, and still, that small, evil part of Manon was angry, too. Angry that Asterin had been so stupid when she knew the risks, knew what their grandmother was capable of. 

Before she had even written anything, Manon exited the thread. Her grandmother had made it clear what would happen if she so much as looked at Asterin, and Asterin had every right to never speak with Manon, ever again, after how she’d treated her.

Instead, she opened her thread with Dorian, already feeling a little better as she thought of talking with him, laughing with him, kissing him.

She knew it was stupid, knew this thing between them had an expiration date, not far into the future, but she wasn’t getting any work done anyway, and being with him was the only thing she could think of to make her feel just a little bit better. No matter how much these feelings scared her. 

So Manon sucked in a sharp breath, and typed: Do you want to hang out at my place today? 

After the text had been sent, she turned off her phone and threw it away, nearly hitting a grumpy Abraxos in the process.

«Sorry,» she grimaced, reaching over to pet him as her phone chimed once, twice, three times in a row.

Rolling her eyes, Manon picked it back up, not at all surprised, when she thought about it, that he had answered so fast, and so…enthusiastically. 

Dorian: Uhmmmm

Dorian: Is glee season three the best????

Manon had to smile a little even if she was very confused. As annoying as his rambling could be, it was also kinda cute.

Dorian: The answer is yes, if I wasn’t being clear enough:):)

Dorian: So what’s your super exclusive, super secret address?;)

Chuckling, Manon gave him her address, Dorian immediately replying with a Be there in 15<3.

-

«What’s up?» Dorian said as soon as Manon opened the door. He was leaning against the door frame, hair pulled down halfway over his eyes, looking down at her with smoldering eyes. He looked like the guy from literally every cheesy high school rom-com ever made.

«Oh my god, just get inside you idiot,» Manon answered, not sounding as annoyed as she’d intended to. 

Dorian shut the door behind him. «Yeah, no, I promise to never do that again.»

«Swear it, or I’ll make you leave again.» Manon met his eyes, and her death stare caved the moment he grinned at her. 

«I swear it on season three of glee,» Dorian said, voice solemn as he placed a hand over his heart.

Manon shook her head, but she was grinning now too, and then she turned and walked back into the living room. «I have no idea what that even means.»

«Don’t tell me you’ve never seen glee?» Dorian asked from behind her, apparently very shocked she’d never seen this show, or whatever it was.

«Uhm no, and judging by the look on your face, I’m not going to either.»

Manon prepared herself for the battle of wills she’d probably, okay certainly, lose in the end, but it never came.

Instead, Dorian gasped, and beelined towards where Abraxos was still laying on the couch. «Is this the famous Abraxos?!»

«Yeah, though he’s very shy around most people, especially strangers, so he’ll probably run and hide somewhere in any moment.»

Dorian still reached out to pet him, thus waking the cat from his slumber, but he didn’t run for his life, like Manon had expected. 

No, the tiny fucker purred louder than ever as soon as Dorian touched him, and when Dorian sat down next to the cat, he got up, walked the few steps onto Dorian’s lap, and stayed there.

Manon was sure she looked like an idiot as she stared down on the pair and simply gaped, but Dorian was too busy telling Abraxos how he was «the cutest cat in the whole world» to notice.

«He loves me!» Dorian exclaimed, looking annoyingly proud of himself.

«I wouldn’t be that happy, he also loves dead bugs.»

«Yeah right, you can just call me the cat whisperer from now on, because this handsome little man totally adores me.»

Abraxos purred even louder at that.

And no matter how much it annoyed her, the sight also made Manon feel all warm and tingly, easing her anxiety for now.

Still, later, when Dorian left for a moment to get a glass of water, Manon locked eyes with a smug Abraxos and mouthed traitor. 

-

The last thing Dorian had expected on this boring Saturday was a text from Manon, asking him to hang out, but he was very happy for it now. They were sprawled on her couch, halfway through the first episode of glee, and Dorian didn’t know what was more entertaining, watching the show itself, or watching Manon watch it.

«I don’t even have words,» Manon said for probably the fifth time in twenty minutes. He turned away from the TV to look at her, and had to smile at the look of pure disgust mixed with confusion on her face. 

«You could try and express your feelings through song instead.»

Manon shifted her eyes to him, her stare promising death if he made one more joke about spontaneously breaking out into song, and said, «This is the worst show I have watched in my whole life, I think. It’s even worse than Riverdale.» She shuddered as she said the last bit.

«But in a good way, right?» Dorian couldn’t help but tease her.

«Absolutely not,» Manon frowned, though she looked back at the TV.

«I bet you secretly loooove it,» Dorian kept going.

«I will throw a pillow at you.»

«Wouldn’t that distract you from your new favourite show?»

«I’m serious, I will throw it at you. I throw hard,» Manon threatened, but they were both laughing now, and she was so beautiful when she laughed, and they both leaned closer, and then their lips met, show forgotten, and Dorian could do this all day, and-

Manon was the first to draw back, panting slightly. Of course, they had to breathe, Dorian had forgotten. 

He swept his gaze over her flushed face, lingering on her lips, so pink and swollen.

Mere seconds later, he leaned forward again, tasting her sweet mouth, his hands finding her hair, stroking her cheeks, her arms, pulling her closer. He could feel her own hands clinging to him, exploring his back, his chest, moving lower…

«We should probably stop,» Manon whispered against his lips, but then she kissed him again, her tongue finding it’s way into his mouth, and nothing had ever tasted so good, felt so good, and he could feel his dick getting harder and harder, and then Manon let out a low moan, and they probably should stop, but-

A thud sounded, and Manon practically jumped to the other end of the couch. Dorian quickly sobered, looking around to find the source of the noise, but all he could see was Abraxos heading towards the kitchen. Why would that startle Manon so much?

Then it hit him. She’d asked him to hang out today, at her place, which meant that her grandmother, who was very strict, from what he’d gathered, probably wasn’t around.

He searched Manon’s face, and to his relief, saw that she’d relaxed a little, probably coming to the same conclusion as to where the sound came from as him. Carefully, he asked, «Is your grandmother coming home soon?»

It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over them both, but Manon shook her head, cringing slightly. «She’s on a business trip until Monday, but…»

When she never finished the sentence, Dorian tried again, «Would you be in a lot of trouble if she knew I was here right now?»

Something in her eyes darkened slightly, but he’d barely registered it before it was gone again, and she smiled. «No, no, don’t worry. By the way, how far have you gotten on that history paper?»

-

Later that day, Dorian was sitting in his room, writing some more on his history paper. They’d gotten started at Manon’s, after she’d so elegantly changed the subject to avoid talking about her grandmother. 

Dorian’s gut feeling told him he should have asked more. He still hadn’t gotten over that look on her face, or how scared she’d seemed when she thought someone had come home. Maybe he was overreacting, but he would ask her again the next time he saw her. She’d seemed okay for now, at least. 

When they’d gotten started on their papers together, they’d quickly returned to that easy, carefree chemistry Dorian had gotten so used to over the past few weeks, laughing and teasing each other. They’d even been surprisingly productive, and now Dorian only had a page left.

Before he got started on the next paragraph, he sent a quick text to Manon.

Dorian: Halfway done now. I believe I might actually finish it before deadline this time!

Dorian couldn’t help but smile at how quickly she replied, as if she’d been waiting for him to text her.

Manon: Who even are you?

Dorian: Some people call me the cat whisperer

That had easily been the highlight of his day, maybe even his week, Dorian thought, when Manon’s very shy cat had liked him instantly and refused to leave his side. He wished he’d gotten a picture of Manon’s face as the cat crawled into his lap.

Manon: Never heard of him.

Dorian: Ask Abraxos:)

Manon: [redacted]

Dorian laughed out loud at that, the sound echoing in his empty room. He truly hadn’t laughed as much as he did with Manon in ages. Of course, he had Aelin and Chaol, but he felt like Manon saw him in a way no one else did.

He could be both funny or happy and sad or anxious with her, and she never demanded or expected anything from him. He could talk to her about everything, serious or not, and she would understand. With Manon, he could just be.

Suddenly more serious, he sent her another text.

Dorian: I really enjoyed being with you today, you know

The typing bubbles appeared, disappeared, appeared again, for what felt like forever, until she answered.

Manon: Me too<3

It filled Dorian with a new kind of warmth. The words, the heart, all of it. 

He stepped away from the desk, history project abandoned, and fell down on his bed instead. Closing his eyes, Dorian let himself think for a moment, how grateful he was that he’d met Manon. 

For the first time in a long while, he believed that everything could actually be okay in the end.

And as his mom called from downstairs to say that dinner was ready, Dorian decided that he would come out to his parents. Tonight.

A/N: Surprised? Me too! It's been over a year since I updated this, so I'm excited to see if anyone even remembers it, but if you're constantly thinking; "man, I hope dawninlatin updates that manorian fic soon", here you go;);) I hope this fic still feels the same, even though it might be a bit more mature now (I was only 16 when I started writing it, after all), but it is difficult to get back into it after so long. I also try to not be repetitive with my writing, but that's nearly impossible when you write it chapter-by-chapter over such a long time, so bear with me.... Still not making any promises regarding finishing it, or a timeline etc. but I will say that I just finished high school and suddenly have a lot of time on my hands;) Feel free to leave a comment or reblog! Even though I suck at answering them, they mean the world to me<3<3<3

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[shadowhandss60]

Hi what do you think about the debate of malide vs manorian?

I’m a Manorian gal through and through but I won’t lie and say I don’t LOVE Malide. I’d have liked it more had the dynamic been more like Manorian/Elorcan with how Elide sasses Lorcan, we just didn’t really see that side of her with Manon due to the circumstances. Malide to me feels like they’d work better in a modern day AU (I can’t explain why it just feels right)

I still think Dorian/Manon are a better fit for one another in the context of the books with their traumas. How Manon says they’re both quietly angry and have similar “beasts” that gnaw at them and how he challenges her and isn’t afraid of her, how after the Valg he feels like Manon’s the only one he doesn’t have to play a part for.

Elide has trauma ofc, but a huge connection for Manon/Dorian is the things they’ve done, the people they’ve killed and lies they’ve been fed their whole lives.

Malide=opposites attract

Manorian=like calls to like

All in all, ship who you wanna ship and be respectful. I’m not opposed to a lil Manorian x Elorcan action (I don’t think they’d be either 👀)

AC: inkfaeart

#throne of glass #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #elide lochan #manorian #malide #manon x dorian #manon x elide #sjm universe #sarah j maas #asks

[slytherhys]

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[rufousnmacska]

Museum Day

A modern manorian au request

Part 1

Part 2

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Part 3

The bar was unexpectedly full for a Thursday night and when Dorian opened the door, several people had to step aside to let him through. Loud and boisterous, cheering and booing as one, the crowd was focused solely on whatever championship game was on the big screen. Rifthold never made it into the playoffs of any sports, so their presence in the final tonight meant the bar was packed and Manon was working.

Too busy pouring beers, she didn’t see him come in. But the man working beside her did. He hadn’t been here the night Dorian first met Manon. His long, dark hair was pulled back and Dorian could see all the features he’d passed on to his daughter, including his unusual golden eyes. Those eyes were inspecting him now, taking in the expensive clothes and styled hair. Dorian smiled politely, trying to interpret the look, but the man was inscrutable. Someone ordered a drink and Dorian finally escaped her father’s gaze.

As he waded through the crowd to where Manon was working, he spotted her cousin. She was walking towards him, arms full of glasses and dishes, when she stopped and pointed her chin at him. “Art guy, right?”

“I’m Dorian,” he said, yelling slightly to be heard over the noise, and hoping to disguise his disappointment that she didn’t already know his name. “I’d shake your hand, but that’s not a good idea. Can I help?”

She huffed a thankful breath and held her arms out for him to take a stack of pint glasses. “I’m Asterin. It’s nice to meet you. Officially, I mean. Unofficially, I know everything about you.” She grinned and winked before moving past him towards the kitchen.

Dorian found himself smiling too as he followed her. Manon finally saw him as he passed the end of the bar. Her puzzled expression at his appearance was, for lack of a better word, so adorable, that he wished he could have taken a picture. He paused before the swinging door and shouted, “Asterin recruited me.”

Manon glanced over at her father, who was waiting on people at the other end of the bar.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, more quietly this time. He should have called before showing up out of the blue. Although they’d talked often, they’d only seen each other once since she’d let him and his brother stay at her place. Dorian’s efforts to free himself and Hollin from his uncle’s grasp had wreaked havoc on his already hectic class schedule. And her work schedule was just as bad. But after the interview had gone so well, she was the first person he wanted to tell.

“No,” she said. “The game is almost over and things should quiet down soon.”

“Okay. I’ll stay out of the way.”

With a fearsome point of her finger, she said, “Don’t let Asterin boss you around!”

Dorian gave her a look saying it was way too late for that and headed into the kitchen. Asterin was instantly there, plucking the glasses from his grasp and setting them in the dishwasher. When it was loaded, she turned around to examine him.

“I can turn around,” he joked. “Mr. Blackbeak gave me the once over when I came in, but he only saw the front.”

Asterin laughed and looked as if she was going to say sure. But instead, she said, “Mr. Crochan. Manon uses her mother’s name. I wouldn’t want you to screw things up right off the bat.”

“Oh shit, thank you,” he said. “That would’ve been bad.”

“Nah, he’s easy to get along with actually,” she said. “Just protective of Manon.” Her eyes narrowed and she pointed at him. “We all are. So, princeling or not, you better not hurt her.”

Solemnly, he said, “I promise.”

Asterin gave him another once over before declaring, “Okay, you’ve passed my test.”

Laughing, he asked, “How did I do that?”

“How will I do that,” she corrected, looking pointedly at the dishwasher, then back at him.

Dorian found a clean spot to put his portfolio down, then joined her. “What do I do?”

“First, you need an apron. I’d hate to mess up your pretty suit.”

*****

Asterin had been running back and forth to the kitchen like a mad woman, going in with dirty dishes and returning immediately with clean ones to put behind the bar. She’d refused to answer Manon’s questions about where Dorian had disappeared to, or what she’d saddled him with.

When she finally had a free moment, she headed back into the kitchen. Dorian was standing at the sink, working his way through a stack of plates. The kitchen wasn’t big enough to offer a full menu. Or even a half menu. But her dad had partnered with the pizza place next door so their food could be ordered here.

“I thought I told you not to let Asterin suck you into this,” Manon said. She’d silently walked up behind him, and at the sound of her voice, so close to his ear, Dorian flinched and dropped a plate on the floor.

He swore and picked up the pieces, only to find her grinning at him. “You did that on purpose!”

Ignoring the accusation, she asked, “How did it go?”

Tossing the broken dish into the trash and wiping his hands on his damp, dirty apron, he said, “You are looking at the new intern for Adarlan Architects.”

Before she could congratulate him, her father stuck his head in the door. “Manon, get out here!” When he saw Dorian, and what he was doing, Tristan gave a brief nod - of greeting or approval, she couldn’t tell - then disappeared.

On her way back out, Manon said, “We’ll have to celebrate. Something better than washing dishes in a bar.”

The next day, when he wanted to go to the museum, she wondered if she’d made a mistake in leaving the method of celebration up to him. She loved the museum, but she’d been volunteering a lot in addition to her normal hours. This was her first day off in a long time that she’d planned to avoid the place.

Coming through the rotating door, Dorian took her hand and pulled her to the left. Towards the entrance to the art museum.

“Have you ever been through this side?”

“Once. For the employee orientation,” Manon admitted, expecting disappointment or annoyance. But his face lit up with excitement.

“Well then, can I interest you in a tour?”

“It’s your party,” she said. “But, I don’t know any tour guides who hold the visitor’s hand.”

Leading her into the first gallery, Dorian smirked. “Things are done a little differently on my tours.”

“I suppose I’ll need to choose a favorite piece?” Glancing around the room, all she saw were a bunch of dark, drab paintings hanging on the walls. Boring portraits of old men, groups of old men, and more old men. A few naked women. Cynically, she wondered if any of the artwork would be of naked men.

“Your grimace tells me the Xandrian style is not for you.”

Heat radiated over her cheeks and she cringed. “Was it that obvious?”

Dorian tilted his head and stared at her. The flush of her skin grew hotter under his gaze and Manon wanted to turn away, but she crossed her arms and stayed put.

Finally, he said, “I think I know what you’ll like. But in the interest of giving a proper tour, we’re not skipping things. Figuring out what you dislike and why can help you better appreciate the things you do like.”

Manon knew nothing about art, and had never been interested in it. During her orientation tour of this wing, she’d ignored most of what was said, relegating it to mindless nonsense. Give her the concrete science of bones and minerals and anatomy over the ever-changing interpretations and feelings of art any day. Though, paleontology involved its own kind of interpretation. Yes, it was science. But unless someone developed a time machine, there was no way to be 100% certain of what these animals looked like or how they lived. So, in some ways, science demanded just as much creativity as the arts.

As Dorian began to talk about the paintings in the first gallery, she tried to keep an open mind and follow his advice, thinking about what aspects she didn’t like and what, if any, she did.

*****

The route through the art museum had been circuitous and he’d doubled back through a few galleries. But Dorian wanted to save the exhibit he thought Manon might appreciate for last. While she’d enjoyed some of the sculptures, not a surprise based on her preferred subject, she hadn’t expressed much interest in the broad collection of paintings. Her eyes widened at a few, but he was counting on the next room to blow her away.

Letting her walk in first, Dorian held his breath, waiting for her reaction.

The room was smaller than most, displaying works by a single artist. Darkly painted walls and focused lighting gave off an air of neutral elegance that worked well with the art. Huge landscape paintings using bright colors and simple strokes surrounded them: towering mountain peaks glowing in the sunrise, sinuous rivers meandering through wide valleys, and skies filled with billowing clouds that seemed to be alive with movement. They possessed a wild, windy sort of beauty that he had come to associate with her.

Trying not to stare too intently, Dorian watched Manon slowly walk around the room. She stopped in front of each painting. Ever so faintly, her neutral mask was starting to break. But before he could claim victory, she turned a corner and didn’t come back.

He found her in front of one of the smaller pieces, and the only one with figures. At the foot of soaring, snow-capped mountains, a man was leaving his home, leaving a woman and child behind. Eyes wide and glistening, Manon looked at it for a very long time. Dorian retreated to a bench, leaving her alone with the painting and her thoughts.

When she finally joined him, he made no mention of the tears ready to spill down her cheeks, and made no move to hug her, even though he desperately wanted to.

“I never knew my mother,” she said, speaking so softly he had to lean closer. “She died when I was born and I was raised by my grandmother. I didn’t even know my father until I was 16.”

Unable to resist, Dorian slowly placed a hand on her back. It was a light touch, until she sank backwards an inch or two, resting against it.

“My grandmother was...” she shivered before continuing. “She was not a good person. She framed my dad for dealing drugs and managed to get custody of me. But she told me I was unwanted. Abandoned. And it was her bad luck to raise me. She...” Manon paused, then took a deep, steadying breath. “She was very good at finding your weakest points, digging her claws in, and not letting go. And while she was feeding me lies, she was telling my father I was ashamed of him, that I wanted nothing to do with him. Asterin had it worse.” She stopped abruptly, perhaps realizing how much truth she’d just laid bare to him. “We survived it somehow. When I tracked down my dad and learned the truth, Asterin and I left and came here. His family took us in.” She smiled then and added, “It’s a big family. Lots of cousins.”

Dorian said nothing, trying to take it all in. Trying to comprehend how difficult it was for her to speak about, how much he appreciated her trust. Trying not to angrily ask about the grandmother who’d abused her.

Manon wiped her face dry. “She died two years ago. When we heard, Asterin and I planned to celebrate. But we just cried.” She faced him, her eyes downcast. “We just hugged each other and cried.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, not knowing what else to say. It seemed to be enough as she tilted sideways against him, letting him shift his arm to wrap around her shoulders.

“That painting. He doesn’t want to leave them. You can’t see their expressions, but you can tell. He already misses them and he’s not even gone.”

He looked back up and immediately saw what she meant. The goodbye held a terrible finality that none of the figures seemed to want. But for whatever reason, had to go through with.

“How did you know I’d like these?”

Dorian laughed softly. “Something about these paintings made me think of you.”

“What was your favorite?” she asked, changing the course of the conversation away from herself.

He looked around the room. “I love this style. The simplicity and use of color. But I think my absolute favorites are the goddess statues.”

Manon rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile. “The naked ones.”

“They weren’t all naked.” Judging from her eyebrow, she didn’t believe him. “And it’s not because they’re naked,” he protested. “You have to admit the carvings were incredible. The way the marble looked like living flesh and muscle. I honestly don’t know how they did it.”

She relented. “Okay. Yes, they were beautiful.”

“You’ve never told me what exhibit is your favorite in the natural history wing.”

Pink spread across her cheeks and she quirked her mouth to keep from smiling. “The pterosaurs.”

Dorian grinned, wide and victorious. He didn’t quite know what he’d won, but it felt like a victory. Like yet another thing connecting them together. “Hmm, that’s interesting.”

She made a noise that could have been agreement and pulled him up when she stood. As they made their way back through the maze of galleries, she asked, “Do you have to get home to Hollin now?”

“No,” Dorian said. “He’s staying with a friend all weekend.” She didn’t say anything more, though he sensed she wanted to. “Why?” He pulled her closer and whispered, “Do you have more ways to celebrate my huge success?”

Laughing, she gestured to their surroundings and said, “I’ll admit, you didn’t go the route I was expecting. But that’s not what I meant.” They were outside now and she stopped to tug a wool hat over her head. Avoiding his gaze, she asked, “I thought maybe you’d like to meet my dad? Maybe have dinner?”

The way she asked it told Dorian this was something she didn’t normally do, if ever. He’d missed officially meeting Mr. Crochan last night at the bar. After berating Asterin for kidnapping him, Manon had pulled him out of the kitchen shortly before the place closed and walked him outside. Her father was busy talking to some people in the corner and he missed Dorian’s exit completely. Despite her enthusiasm about meeting up today, and knowing how much she guarded her privacy, he’d gone home feeling a little hurt.

But that hurt was completely forgotten with her invitation.

Her expression was a little wary, so Dorian said simply, “Yes.” This seemed new for her and he didn’t want to make her feel more uncomfortable by pulling some I’d be honored to meet your father speech, even if that was exactly how he felt. But he added, “As long as he doesn’t insist on pineapple pizza.”

Her laugh rang through the air, musical and lovely. And for that moment, the crowd surrounding them disappeared. No shrieking kids, no busy sidewalks, no loud traffic. Only the two of them seemed to exist.

Looking at him as if she sensed it too, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. When he no longer felt the softness of her lips on his skin, the moment passed and they were once again in front of a bustling city street. With hands held tight, they made their way into the crowd.

*****

Epilogue

He should have checked his bag rather than try to stuff so much into a carry-on. The couple glaring at him as he tried to dislodge it from the overhead compartment was quickly losing their patience. But Dorian just ignored them, gave a final tug, and freed his luggage. In moments he’d be seeing Manon. With his own eyes, not on a screen.

They’d only been apart for five months, but it had been the longest five months of his life.

Getting access to his trust fund and full custody of Hollin had set him back two semesters. Which was fine. Except that part way through, Manon was accepted to grad school at the University of the Wastes. A dream come true that came with a tarnished silver lining. They’d be in two different cities on opposite ends of the continent until he graduated.

Now, with Hollin settled in a good boarding school on the west coast, and his degree in hand - a degree not chained to any one location - they could finally be together.

Finally, he thought, patting the tiny box in his pocket.

That would have to wait though, until her family visited next month.

On the flight, he’d watched the scenery change from forested mountains to rolling, grassy plains, but it still hadn’t prepared him for what he saw when he stepped off the plane. He was struck by the immensity of the Wastes, the wind and wide open sky, the distant hills that were full of fossils. And then by her.

Manon ran to meet him and he dropped his bag. They held each other as if it had been years and they’d been oceans apart.

Lifting her off her feet, Dorian rasped, “God I missed you!”

Manon laughed, and when he put her down she wore a smile he’d never seen before, full of light and joy. “Welcome home, princeling.”

The end :)

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(painting: Remember, by Nicholas Roerich 1924)

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[ladybookstan]

Modern AU - Manorian✨

#manorian #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #manon x dorian #dorian and manon #modern au #dorian x manon #throne of glass series #queen of shadows #empire of storms #kingdom of ash

[rowaelinismyotp]

Dorian Havilliard Week (December 9th: Modern AU)

@dorianhavilliardweek

ok i was gonna write something but i ran out of time.... so heres what i thought modern au dorian would be like: (also please forgive my grammar/punctuation/word choice- currently writing this at like 1am)

- ok so dorian the 1st is a politician and rich, like rich rich

- he’s kinda a crooked politician (rough childhood and bad friends ie. perrington and erawan)

- but dorian grows up with the whole sheh-bang: mansion, a billion cars, private planes, an unhappy family

- and yk obviously he’s expected to be a politician too and 'follow in his father's footsteps' and he’s SMART

- so he gets into a really good school, yale, georgetown, some shit like that and while majoring in poly sci, he minors in english

- he’s always liked reading so he’s like meh, ok, why not just take the class but now he knows he found what he wants to do: teach english

- side note: he also meets aelin in that class (business major) and thus a friendship is born

- but back to the main topic: hes inspired by a creative writing class and decides to write fanfic

- he was gonna keep it lowkey but turns out he’s really good at writing and his shit blows up

- so now he’s living this double life: perfect someday politician/daddy's boy by day and this really kinky fanfic author by night

- ok and he meets manon during a crim law class (MANON IS A EX MOBSTER  AND NOW POLICE OFFICER/DETECTIVE YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND) who’s taking for fun/experience

- she’s older than him but daddy dorian is such a flirt/seducer that they’re now hookup buddies (not friends with benefits just yet)

- yeah he starts to catch feelings, she starts to catch feelings but wait. dorian still hasn’t told her about his kinky fanfic side so she’s like no imma be a cop and i cant date u, a future politician

- so they’re both sad af and about to break up when dorians like hell no. so he tells her about how he wants to actually be an english professor and not a politician

- she listens to him and because he’s scared of what his dad would do when he found out, just tells him to finish his degree and go back to school again after but for teaching this time

- so he does that, gets his degree(s) LANDS A JOB and is now like fuck well i kinda have to tell my dad now

- shit does NOT go down well so he moves in with manon and long story short dorian has now been a high school english teacher for a while and is married to manon (the loml) with two kids and two cats (abraxos, damaris) yayyyyyyy

#dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #manorian #dorianhavilliardweek #dorianweek #rowaelinismyotpwrites #my writing #headcanon #modern au #day 4: modernau

[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

[aster-ria]

ToG Modern AU

Manon Blackbeak Crochan

#a court of fire and night #throne of glass #manon blackbeak #manon Blackbeak crochan #manorian #tog #tog modern au #sarah j maas #dorian x manon #tog edit #com #hof #qos #eos #tod #koa #Kingdom of ash #my aesthetic #a tog and acotar modern au

[reign-of-dreamers]

RoD Modern AU

Luciana Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard

#heirs of dreams #throne of Glass #reign of dreamers #Luciana Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard #tog #tog next gen #rod Modern AU #tog edit #manorian #manorian child #my aesthetic #a hop and rod modern au

[malulls]

Happy birthday, love

Manorian roommates au

Masterlist

Manon opened her eyes. And regretted it. She had only needed to be awake for seconds, and before she could try to not think about it, the date seemed to lodge like a stone right over her head. Making it pretty clear that it didn't matter that it was almost half the day already, there were still fourteen more hours to endure and ignoring it was not an option.

As soon as she left the bathroom she went straight to the kitchen, to the cabinet where she and Dorian kept alcohol to decide how badly this was going to start. Asterin had already texted her, and as grateful as she was for her cousin, who always found a way to come up with a cupcake or a cookie with a candle even when she was too small to be able to do that, she had no mind to deal with that now. Dorian was already awake, leaning against the counter with a mug that she bet was full of tea.

— Good morning, sleeping beauty.

— Good morning. — she murmured, moving toward the cabinet. Dorian simply slid in front of her.

— No.

— What the hell do you mean with no?

Manon crossed her arms. Dorian knew how her birthday was a day that brought nothing but bad things, and how she dealt with it. He had seen her doing it for three years, promising to keep an eye on her even if he didn't know why. Now that he knew what made her so upset sometimes, he was smart enough to link one thing to another, but there was no way she would talk about it on that day. If he wanted to make her angry she would fight him without a second thought.

— I mean that there are years I've been watching you losing consciousness and today I'm not letting it.

The fucking audacity.

— And since when do you let me do anything?

He smiled, though she was almost groaning.

— Just change your clothes. As beautiful as you look in your gown, I don't think it's going to work where we're going.

She clenched her wrists. He noticed and wisely moved his body a bit away.

— The last thing I need is more reasons to feel like shit.

Dorian's smile faded and he set the mug on the counter, then took her clenched fists and ran his thumbs gently over her fingers until she opened her hands.

— I don't want to make you feel bad, witchling. I just want you to have fun, to distract your mind. If you're really feeling bad, we will come home and you can go into the worst possible alcoholic coma, I'll be here to keep you from dying. I always do it.

She knew he would. Damn Dorian for making her anger go away, the one she had learned to use as a shield to hide the scared, lonely little girl that seemed to never leave her. Now there was only an annoying need to hug him and ask him to just hold her until the day was over.

Distract her mind. It wasn't the first time Manon had wondered if the way she handled her birthday wasn't somehow letting her grandmother continue to have power over her. But it was never enough to make her act differently. She looked down at Dorian's fingers, still playing distractedly with hers.

She was going to regret that. Definitely.

— Fine. — she whispered, and his face was as surprised as she felt for agreeing.

— What?

— I said fine, and you have two minutes to get me to the car before I change my mind.

Manon had barely spoken, and a huge smile broke out on his face seconds before he tipped the rest of the tea in his mouth and pointed to their rooms.

— Then go change your clothes. Let's go.

—

Manon looked at the console for what seemed like the tenth time in thirty seconds. They had been traveling in Dorian's car for more than forty minutes now, and he still insisted on not telling her where to.

— Dorian?

— Hm?

— Are you kidnapping me?

He chuckled.

— We live in the same house.

— You have a point.

She leaned her head against the wall, already feeling regret. Why didn't she stay at home?

— Hey, no dismay — Dorian said as if he had read her mind — I promise that we can go wherever you want, even if it will make me scream like a baby.

That made her raise her head.

— What do you mean?

He didn't answer. But the car made a curve, and when it finished he smiled and pointed to her right. Further down, the road became a high white bridge, right above what she knew was the Istros river. But what caught her attention was what lay behind the bridge, in the middle of nothing but grass and a few buildings. She saw the Ferris Wheel first, then one of the highest roller coasters she had ever seen. As the car approached, they could see the entire length of the park, already crowded at that hour.

— You brought me to Lunathion? — she looked at the size of the roller coaster again, and what he said about screaming made sense

— Don't make that face, we both know how much you like a dose of adrenaline.

Okay, he was right. There was no way she could say she didn't.

— Low blow — Manon muttered. — How many gold bars did the ticket cost?

He looked actually offended.

— No way you're paying for your birthday present. Forget it.

— You're not going to fucking-

— Oh, I've already done it. Deal with it.

She held back the urge to punch him as they pulled into the parking lot. But as they entered, Manon thought maybe she was delirious, because her concern suddenly seemed to mix with excitement.

—

Lunathion looked like a huge party in the form of a park. It was divided in three parts that Manon knew shone in neon lights at night. The water part in blue, the extreme part in purple, and the central part in red. The Ferris Wheel was the exception, in golden lighting.

They walked in, and she grabbed him by the hand, before she could think better of it. Damn it. This was something they were doing quite often now, and she just wanted, needed, to understand what was going on between them, what it meant.

She led him to the Luna roller coaster, the one they saw from the road, her hand no longer so firmly around his.

— We're going on this. — she said, hoping he hadn't noticed whatever weird thing that had just happened.

— I'd rather go into this. — He turned her chin and pointed to a toy a few meters away with three pink clouds where children who couldn't be older than five were playing.

She chuckled. It felt a little weird.

— Fuck you. But we can go on something lighter, so you can prepare your psychology.

Dorian smiled. He liked adrenaline too, but definitely not as much as her.

— Deal.

—

The sun began to set as the roller coaster train slowly rolled along after the last lap on Luna. Dorian's head fell on Manon's shoulder, exhausted from screaming.

— I'll never — he said, panting. — never do that again.

Manon laughed. Really laughed.

— Too much for you, princeling?

He grunted, but ended up laughing too.

— Remind me why I like you so much.

Manon's smile faded. She knew he was joking, there was a playful smile on his face, but... Dorian dragged her out of home and made her smile all day. When he convinced her, against everything that made sense, to go on a water toy in the middle of the fucking winter, from where she came back all soaked while he was practically dry. When he insisted on winning something for her, a black stuffed dragon that was her new keychain, when he yelled much more than he was actually feeling afraid just to make her laugh.

Why he liked her so much?

She let her head fall on his. She had no idea, but she was grateful for that.

—

The lights of Lunathion were finally glowing in the evening and were beautiful from the Ferris Wheel view, giving a calm yet lively air to the park, as if the night was just beginning.

Manon was looking through the windows of the cabin, that soft smile Dorian loved painted on her face. Before he could stop himself, he slipped an arm around her waist. He didn't expect her to come closer, and rest her head on his shoulder.

— We can buy something strong before we get home, so you won't have to end the wine. — he said, breaking the quietness.

— I don't want it.

Surprise made his heart thunder in his chest.

— Seriously?

She lifted her face, and her eyes seemed to gleam with a dozen suns.

— Thank you. Really. The few times I've had fun on my birthday were years ago.

Dorian removed a few strands of hair from her face, his heart clenching for whatever had driven her to this, but also looking as if it would burst out of his chest at knowing that he was able to make her happy.

— Happy birthday, witchling. — It was the first time since they'd met he said that to her.

Her smile slowly disappeared, and he could swear that, just for a second, her gaze drifted to his mouth, making him very aware of how close they were. He lowered his fingers, but instead of taking them away he moved them to the back of her head, his breathing quickening when she didn't pull away. Dorian ran his fingertips along her hair, Manon leaned her face, up — closer to him.

And before either of them could do anything, a siren began to sound and the cabin doors opened. They both blinked, as if coming out of a trance. He hadn't realized that they had started moving again, and apparently neither had she. The two of them parted, coming back to reality abruptly as they left the cabin.

Despite the interruption and without realizing it, holding hands.

—

Manon turned off the bathroom lights, ready to finally fall into bed. As soon as they left the Ferris Wheel, they also left Lunathion. After some discussion, they agreed that she would drive back home. Dorian had passed out after five minutes on the road, which made her smile when she woke him up. It took him a few seconds to realize that they were already home, so he smiled at her. "As I said, I was perfectly able to drive."

He had showered first while she answered some messages from Elide, Sorrel, Vesta and Asterin, the last one promising that she would try to see her in the following week. And of course she couldn't help demanding a full report of the day and pointing out how much Dorian must be in love with her to do that, and that she was glad Manon had him.

Bullshit.

Manon slowly entered the room, closing the door softly.

— Awake?

— I don't know why you still ask. — Dorian said as she lay down beside him. — I always wait for you.

Truth.

— I think I'll sleep for another twelve hours. — she sighed. He reached out and pulled her to him.

— I guess I could stay in bed with you half the day.

Her heart raced, and she wondered when she had become such an idiot. She had had confused feelings all day, especially after what had happened, or not happened, on the Ferris wheel. The way he was looking at her was... Anyway, if Dorian kept saying those things she would probably go crazy.

His voice was so hoarse with sleep that she couldn't tell if the usual mocking tone was there.

— Are you talking in your sleep, princeling?

— No?

His arm relaxed around her waist, and he murmured a good night before falling asleep. Though the hazy thoughts were trying to enter her mind again, she was thankfully too exhausted for that. Besides, Manon had always been a master at ignoring her feelings.

— Good night, Dorian.

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[dawninlatin]

Tell me a story

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU. This one takes place only months after “Online classes are the worst. 

Words: 2676

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A/N: It feels so good to write for this AU again, and this part might just be my favourite yet, so I hope you enjoy it<3 

Feel free to leave a comment or some constructive criticism or whatever;)

I also am aware that the timeline in this AU doesn't make sense, but it's summer and I have forgotten math, so we'll just ignore that:))

Peace&Love<3 -Dawninlatin

It was on a warm July evening that Manon Blackbeak declared to no one in particular that she was done being pregnant.

Only moments later, her asshole of a boyfriend decided to crush all her hopes and dreams by walking into their bedroom and saying, «You still have three months left, babe.»

Not deeming him worthy of a verbal response, Manon instead grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room with full force, not that it was much these days. Gods, she was so tired.

The pillow didn’t even make it all the way to Dorian, instead it landed with a weak thump by his feet, and Manon let out a frustrated sigh as he made his way over to her, taking the pillow with him and placing it back with the many, many others.

Manon was nestled on their bed, amongst the horde of pillows, all of them meticulously placed to create the perfect position, the only way she could sleep with a two pound human being inhabiting her body.

«Don’t worry, those three months will be over before you know it,» Dorian tried to comfort, picking up a discarded t-shirt and pulling it over his bare chest. His inky black hair was still wet from the shower he’d just had.

«That’s easy for you to say,» Manon mumbled, crossing her arms.

Something in her expression made Dorian pause, a guilty look on his face. «You’re right, it is easy for me to say. How are you?» He sat down on the bed, and Manon took in the pleasant smell of men’s soap.

«Exhausted,» she sighed, rubbing her swollen belly. Manon didn’t know how she could take three more months of a constantly bloated and aching body. Already she felt as if she could burst at any moment, and bigger would she get. None of her clothes fit, so she had simply taken to just wearing Dorian’s. Then there was the fact that she had to pee every ten minutes, and she still got nauseous, even if she was far past her first trimester, and no matter what she ate, she was kept up half the night by heartburn.

Yet the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional fatigue. All the hormones heightening her every emotion, and it completely drained her. She got incredibly angry and frustrated by the littlest things, and she cried. All. The. Damn. Time.

The fact that they were in the middle of a pandemic, and that the world was falling apart around her didn’t exactly help. Manon didn’t take well to spending all her days cooped up in their small house. She wanted to go out and do something. Instead she spent all her days inside, watching crappy TV, trying to ignore how helpless she felt.

Manon truly envied Dorian’s ability to sit down with a book and wholly disappear in it. Sometimes he stayed in that bubble of his for hours, paying no mind to the world around him.

All of this felt like some sick, twisted, alternate reality where everything was well on its way to hell. And for her part, it had began with a positive pregnancy test.

The baby had been a shock to them both. After feeling sick for a few weeks, Manon had taken a test just to rule it out. She hadn’t expected to find two pink lines staring back at her. Kids had never been part of her ideal future, but as she saw the positive test, as she saw how excited Dorian got, no matter how much he tried to hide his joy, she couldn’t stop picturing them as a family. Couldn’t stop picturing a small child with Dorian’s blue eyes and inky black curls and irresistible charm. Deep down, she wanted them to share this together. And Dorian would make a great father. Manon on the other hand…

Quarantining made it even harder for Manon to deal with her pregnancy. How was she supposed to enjoy this, supposed to create a bond with her unborn child when all her time was spent inside, isolated, silently panicking over the state of the country? She didn’t get to stroll around shops, buying cute baby clothes, didn’t get to visit friends and family, sharing this journey with them. Manon had been to one ultrasound, and Dorian hadn’t even been allowed with her. The worst of it all was that she felt like a selfish, whining bitch for being sad about it all.

Now that summer vacation had started, she didn’t have work to look forward to either. As a science teacher, there was nothing she was more passionate about than her job. A few weeks back, she’d had to say goodbye to her graduating seniors over a fucking video call. It had taken all of her stubbornness and unrelenting will-power to not burst into tears in front of them. They didn’t know she was currently a hormone-filled mess. Gods, how she would miss those brilliant young minds that annoyed her to no end. She’d never tell them that, of course. She had a reputation to uphold after all.

But without the distraction of her work, she’d had to take up other hobbies to busy herself. Yesterday, Manon had cried her way through an entire season of ‘Our Planet’ while knitting a blanket for their baby. Knitting, of all things! It had quickly become an obsession, and truth be told, she was excellent at it, but it was something Manon had never imagined she’d be filling her time with. Maybe this was what they called nesting?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed Dorian moving down the bed and settling with his head next to her belly. He had a book in his hand, one he’d pulled out from their crowded bookshelf. It was thin with a picture of a sweet-looking dragon on the front. Manon also noticed how old and worn-out it was, the spine barely binding it together.

Dorian cleared his throat, turning to the first page, and Manon let out a confused chuckle. «What are you doing?»

«That weird pregnancy app I downloaded told me that our baby can register sounds from outside now, so I’m reading them a bedtime story.» He looked at her as if it was obvious that’s what he was doing. Then he turned his head back towards her belly, his voice turning high-pitched. «And you better get used to it, dude…or dudette, ‘cuz I’m gonna read you a story every night from now on.»

Manon tried to control her laughter, but his baby-talk, mixed with the ridiculous look on his face made it very hard to hold it in. She laughed even more as he kept going. «But if I’m gonna read to you, your mommy needs to stop laughing at me! Yes she does!»

Hearing herself referred to as someones ‘mommy’ made her chest tighten uncomfortably, but no matter how wrong it sounded, she ignored it for now. For Dorian’s sake. Instead, she chose to mask her fear and doubt with flirty banter, as usual. «If you’re spending the entire evening in my lap, you might as well go a little lower and put that mouth of yours to good use.»

«MANON!» he chastised, playing the perfect role of a disappointed parent. Dorian placed both his hands on her belly, as if covering a pair of ears, and said in a hushed voice, «There are children present!»

Chuckling, Manon answered, «That’s not what you said last night when you-»

«CHAPTER 1!»

As she beheld the exaggerated look of shock and horror on his face, Manon failed to hold in her cackling laughter any longer.

-

Manon had closed her eyes long ago, simply enjoying the sound of Dorian reading one of his favourite books to their unborn child.

He was a natural at storytelling, his tone eager, making up different voices for each character, giving life to it. Manon knew he would make an excellent father. Could already picture him with their child, reading them books, tucking them into bed at night, soothing them after a nightmare.

Whenever she tried to picture herself as a mother, the only image coming to her mind was the image of her grandmother, the woman that had raised her, the woman that had made Manon’s childhood a living hell. Who was she trying to fool? She knew nothing about motherhood!

As she kept spiraling, tears began to sting in her eyes. Manon tried to stop them to no avail. She sniffled, and the noise got Dorian’s attention. Turning his head, he found her shaking with silent sobs.

«Manon? What’s wrong?» He rushed to her side, the book completely forgotten. He pulled her to him, stroking up and down her arms, and the loving gesture only made her cry harder.

«Talk to me, love,» he whispered against her hair.

But how could she? How could she possibly express everything she was feeling? All the fear and doubt. And Dorian was so excited, Manon didn’t have the heart to take that joy away from him by telling him how she really felt about all of it.

Instead, she voiced the one question that had been playing at the front of her mind for months now. «Do you think I’ll be a good mom?»

«Oh, Manon.»

Her breaths came in choking gasps, and no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t get enough air.

«Breathe,» Dorian tried to soothe, running his hands up and down her back in long, calming strokes. Manon let her forehead fall to his shoulder, clutching his shirt.

«I just-» she began, but she didn’t know what came next. Drawing a ragged breath, she tried again, «I have no idea what I’m doing! Like, do you know all the ways a baby can die? You hold it wrong and it breaks! And I have no idea how to be a mother! None! Everyone says they’ll be different than their own parents, but in the end they end up the same, and I know I will be just like my grandmother! I can’t do this! I can’t-» Her words turned into a heartbreaking sob.

«Look at me,» Dorian said, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, wiping away her tears only for more to follow. «Do you think I will be just like my father?»

His question took her by surprise, enough that she regained some control over her breathing. «Of course not!» Manon blurted out, wiping her eyes. «You’re nothing like him!»

«Exactly, and you’re nothing like your grandmother,» Dorian said firmly. Manon started shaking her head, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

«I know you’ll be a great mom.» She was about to protest, but Dorian beat her to it. «You’ll make our child feel so safe, and loved, and supported, no matter what.»

«Dorian-» Her words died on her tongue as she saw how he looked at her, his eyes shining with love and adoration.

«You wanna know how I know that?» He pressed a kiss to her temple. «Because that’s how you make me feel, every single day.»

Dorian laid down, pulling her with him so that she lay with her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat, a steady rhythm that grounded her. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, but her breathing had gone slow and even.

Manon broke the silence by whispering, «I’m so lucky to have you.» Dorian hummed in response.

They nearly fell asleep like that, until Manon suddenly spoke, her cracked voice startling Dorian in the process. «Will you keep reading? I wanna know how the story ends.»

This brought a huge grin to his face, and Dorian gladly slid back down to her belly, kissing it once, before picking up his discarded book. Manon settled back against her pillows while he skimmed to the right page.

Dorian cleared his throat once more, and picked up where he left, telling the story about a small, brave dragon that would much rather spend his days in fields of flowers than fighting wars.

-

«The end,» Dorian finished at last, a yawn escaping Manon’s lips.

«I liked this one,» Manon whispered. «You’re a great storyteller.» Dorian closed the book and sat up, a strange look on his face.

His eyes softened, and he said, «It’s not done yet.»

Manon’s face shifted into a confused expression, but Dorian didn’t explain further, simply placed the book on the nightstand, taking her in with burning intensity.

Outside, it had gone dark, the only source of light being the string lights that hung from the ceiling. They cast a soft, golden glow over the room, making Dorian look ethereal. He drew a ragged breath, before speaking, his voice quiet, «And as the lost man finished telling his story, he looked down at the love of his life, her white hair shining like liquid moonlight, her golden eyes glowing brighter than any star. He laid down next to her, face to face, took her hand in his, and asked, his heart ever so hopeful, ‘Will you marry me?’»

Manon couldn’t believe this was happening, her eyes widening in shock. Not pulling her gaze away from Dorian’s, the man she loved more than she could fathom, could ever put into words, she managed to choke out, «You- You’re asking me to marry you?»

«I am,» he whispered back, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. «Wait a second, will you,» he blurted out, turning towards his nightstand and opening the drawer. «I actually have a ring,» he continued while rummaging around for it, his voice frantic.

«Got it,» Dorian said, facing her again. He inhaled once more, bracing himself. «I’ve had this ring for a while actually. I bought it straight after our first date, because I knew, already then, that there were no one else I’d want to spend my life with. You’re the love of my life, Manon. You’re my best friend, my equal, my everything, and I would be honored if I would also be able to call you my wife.»

How much love could a heart take before it would burst? Manon wondered to herself.

Flustered, Dorian kept talking, kept rambling, and damn her if it wasn’t the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. «I had planned this big proposal with a candle lit dinner and roses and every other cliché ever invented, and you deserve so much more than this,» he gestured to them, to their bedroom, «but I couldn’t wait any longer, and-»

«No, it’s perfect,» Manon interrupted, shaking her head in disbelief as she took in the gorgeous ring. It was a thin, golden band with a simple, turquoise stone. It was really just perfect, all of it. Yes, she was in her - no, actually his - worn out pajamas, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her face bare, without any makeup, but it was perfect. She couldn’t have imagined it any different.

«Is that a yes then?» Dorian asked, his voice full of hope.

«Yes,» Manon laughed, and at the enormous grin appearing on her fiancé’s face, she burst into tears. «Those damn hormones,» she managed to choke out in between sobs, letting out an incredulous laughter.

Though this time it wasn’t purely the hormones’ fault. She had never felt so loved, and she knew Dorian felt the same way, because his own eyes were also lined with silver, mirroring her own.

After he put the ring on her finger, she pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing her lips to his. As they laid there, Manon took Dorian’s hand, placing it on her belly, where their child, their baby, had begun kicking ferociously. He gasped as he felt the fluttering kicks, and she couldn’t help but smile at the look of awe on his face. How right it felt, to be three. A family. Manon marveled over the feeling, something settling deep inside her.

Maybe the future wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#manorian #manorian fluff #manorian fanfiction #dorian x manon #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #sarah j maas #tog #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #tog fanfiction #modern au #dawninlatin teacher au

[galathynius]

Teach Me - Manorian Oneshot

A modern AU Manorian oneshot in which they play billiards in a bar. Manon pretends not to know how to play just so she can get close to Dorian.

I can’t take credit for the idea behind this one; @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks mentioned wanting to read something like this, so I thought I would write it. It’s short because I didn’t have a lot of time to sit down and write it. Enjoy!

Manon downed the last sip of her drink, appreciating the warm buzz caused by both alcohol and the hand Dorian was slowly moving up and down her thigh. They were spending the evening in a bar with their friends, but everyone had dispersed a bit. Aelin and Rowan had taken up a competitive game of darts, Aedion and Lysandra were engaged in a friendly debate about hypothetical war strategies, and Chaol and Yrene were snuggled up on a dingy yellow couch in the corner. There was a pool table to Manon’s left, so she suggested a game of billiards.

Dorian looked surprised. “You know how to play?”

“No,” Manon replied, running a hand over his chest. “Maybe you could teach me.”

Dorian’s smile made her heart flutter; it had always seemed worthy of a king to her. “Maybe I could.”

They stood and went to the table. Dorian handed Manon a cue and positioned himself behind her. He showed her how to place her hands and where to point the tip in order to hit the ball in the right direction. Manon savored the feeling of his body against hers and how it shifted as he helped her shoot. They succeeded in knocking a ball into a pocket.

“Now you try.” Dorian stepped away. Manon frowned as the warmth of him disappeared and lined up to take another shot. The cue hit the ball at an angle, making it ricochet sideways and hit the wall. She mock-pouted at her failure. Dorian chuckled softly and came to stand behind her again, even closer this time. His breath was warm on her cheek as he murmured something about the center of the ball. Manon wasn’t really listening; she was too busy enjoying having his arms wrapped around her again. Dorian helped her shoot again. It went straight, of course.

He kissed her ear. “Got it?”

“I think you might have to show me one more time.”

This time, as they pulled the cue back, Manon turned her head to kiss him. “Devious,” Dorian remarked when he pulled away. Manon grinned.

“A bit.” They shot again. “I think I’ve got the hang of it. Let’s play for real.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to embarrass you,” Dorian teased.

“You won’t,” Manon said sweetly. “But I might embarrass you.”

“Oh, please, you’re a rookie,” Dorian laughed. It was Manon’s turn to laugh as Dorian gaped at her when she kicked his ass. “I thought you didn’t know how to play!”

Manon grinned wickedly. “Of course I know how to play. I just wanted an excuse to be close to you.”

“You should’ve led with that,” Dorian grumbled, coming to wrap his arms around her. “You never need an excuse to kiss me. Just do it.”

So she did.

#manorian #oneshot #modern au #original writing #dorian havilliard #manon blackbeak #tog #sarah j maas #allison writes

[mystical-blaise]

Masterlist (By Fandom)

ACOTAR: Gwynriel: A Court of Whispers and Song 🌶️ Gwynriel: Dadriel Series (Ao3) Baby Take Me In Your Arms This Maniac's In Love With You 🌶️ Don't You Worry Child Shape Of You 🌶️ Kick It Out Cold Shower Watermelon Sugar I Can't Wait To Meet You 🌶️ The Name Game Care for Me Fear is not my Future Gwynriel: Dadriel's Daughter Series (Tumblr) Hand to Hold Keep Your Hands To Yourself Gwynriel: Drawn to you Forever A New Sensation 🌶️ Scars Run Deep Building a Mystery Night Moves

MAGNUS Gwynriel Modern Holiday AU Series: Give Me Your Heart for Christmas Heart of the Matter (Valentine's Day w/ Elucien Bonus scene)

Elucien: I Hear Your Heartbeat in the Night 🌶️

ToG: DILFs of Erilea Series Hello, Witchling (Manorian) Hellas Help Him (Elorcan) 🌶️

Nestaq: Bring Back the Light Elorcan: Threads of Fate First Dance Face Off (Hockey AU) CC: Something Evil's Lurking in the Dark🌶️ Dec/Marc

Power Over Me (Quinlar one-shot) FBAA: ** Spoilers for TCOGB The Blood in the Air (Malik/Rev)** Horsewhipped (Poppy/Kieran Friendship)** Praying to the Porcelain Gods (Poppy/Kieran Friendship)**

Lux Series

I don’t expect a normal life. I just expect a life with you. (Daemon/Kat)**

**Spoilers for the Origin series in Chapter 2. Chapter 1 can be read after finishing the Lux series.

Origin Series (Lux Spinoff) **Spoilers for TBN Blue Christmas Castle on the Hill

#gwynriel fanfiction #Azgwyn fanfiction #gwyn x azriel #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara x azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn acosf #gwyn acotar #gwyneth x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel #azgwyn #azriel acotar #acotar #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #a03 fic #a03 fanfic #gwynriel supremacy #ao3 #a03 #my writing #my fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fandom #jla #fbaa #masterlist

[sleep-and-lemongrass]

“It’s Just a Party”

Hello! I wrote this modern AU manorian fanfic yesterday and I’m hoping I can get out multiple chapters?? Maybe?? (forgive me if the character voice isn’t perfect I’m new to this)

May 26th- the last day of school

“Manon, you have to come!” Asterin groaned in her ear. “You never go to any parties.”

Manon rolled her eyes. “You’ve known me all my life. You of all people should know I hate parties. Most of all high school ones.”

“Yea, yea.” Asterin smirked. “I’ll help you get ready. Then people will actually talk to you. You don’t even have to stay for the whole thing.”

“Seriously, Ast, I have no interest in mingling with stupid, bird brained, horny guys who only want to get in my pants and self-centered, rude, fake girls who have no interest in breathing the same air as me, let alone talk to me.”

Asterin only pursed her lips, inclining her head away from her.

“Fine, fine. I’ll see you tonight.” She groaned, climbing the bus stairs. She could almost see Asterin’s wild grin.

Asterin had been begging her to come ever since they announced that the party was being held, her being the wild soul of the pair. Manon had been hesitant all through it, partly because Asterin’s wild side could get them in trouble on occasion, partly because social interaction.

She pulled out her laptop and started her homework as the bus rattled to life and started on its mission, stopping every few minutes to drop off a kid or two.

~:~

As she walked into the dimly lit, hazy room, Manon’s eyelids felt heavy with all the mascara that her best friend had packed on. And this shirt was really tight. This is what some girls wore around every day? How did they stand this? She fidgeted, brushing her long platinum hair behind her shoulder and picking at the hem of this suffocating shirt.

“Come on, Manon, lighten up,” Ast whispered into her ear. “It’s just a party.”

Deciding not to answer, Manon straightened her back and observed the people, and groups of people, there.

There was a group of people talking and laughing animatedly, a group of people staring around and whispering to each other, and the people scattered along the walls, talking to no one but themselves. A few people on their phones, most likely in a situation much like hers. But there was one, one that caught her eye. Mostly because he was staring straight at her.

He was slouched along a side wall, completely still, staring at her as if taken aback. He had a red cup in one hand, and his gray shirt said ‘Princeling’. But those sapphire-blue eyes wouldn’t look away from her.

“Um, Ast?”

“Yea?”

“Why is he staring at me?”

Asterin followed her gaze and chuckled. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

“What? Thinks I’m cute?” Manon practically yelled, but softened her voice and regained her regal air quickly.

“Yes, Manon. Thinks you’re cute. Go talk to him!” She pushed her toward him softly, the sped off toward the table with drinks and food, leaving her stranded.

Righting herself, she met the gaze of the blue-eyed stranger, and stalked over to him.

“Hello…” She looked at his shirt. “Princeling?”

His eyes widened slightly, as if just realising she noticed him.

“Hello…” He looked her up and down, noting the all-black outfit, the long, bone-white hair,  and the shirt that read, ‘Basic Witch’, and smirked. “Witchling.”

Manon rolled her eyes and snorted. “You must think you’re very funny.”

“Well I am, aren’t I?”

“Oh, yea. You’re a real catch.” Her voice hung heavy with sarcasm.

The stranger stood to his full height, standing just a few inches taller than her. He was cuter than she cared to admit, with those bright blue eyes and sun-kissed skin.

“You sure?” He said, obviously trying to be intimidating.

“Very.” She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms and giving him a flat expression.

“Well, witchling, it’s good for you then. No one else seems to want to talk to you.”

Manon followed his gaze around the room, everyone having averted her eyes and were pointedly not looking at them.

“Sucks for them.” Manon muttered under her breath.

To her surprise, the stranger laughed, a soft, slightly raspy sound. “I’m Dorian.”

Manon raised her eyebrows. “I think I like princeling better. I’m Manon.”

“Manon.” The blue-eyed stranger - Dorian - said, as if testing it out on his lips. And smiled. “I like witchling better too. It suits you.”

“Witchling? Suits me?” She said sarcastically, gesturing up and down her body. “I’ve no idea where you’d ever get that idea.”

Dorian grinned. “Your sense of humor is quite entertaining. Care to join me for a drink outside?”

Manon paused. Normally, she would decline without hesitation. A simple ‘No” would grace her lips, and she would wallow in the hurt look that passed along their features. (Maybe that was why no one wanted to talk to her.) But this Dorian guy must have tricked her mind. She was actually considering going outside with an almost complete stranger. Oh well.

“Yep! Sure. Yea. Of course.” She nodded. Smooth, Manon.

Dorian chuckled and his eyes lit up instantly. “Right this way, witchling.”

He led her over to the table with cups and a punch bowl full of mystery liquid, and filled both the cup already in his hand, and another. He held it out to her, and she took it hesitantly. What was she doing?

She looked up, and Asterin was giving her the look from across the room. Her eyes seemed to say, ‘You are having social interaction of your own accord? Go you!’

Manon gave her a thumbs up as he led her out the glass doors to a grass patch outside. The minutes had passed quicker than she had anticipated, and the sky was tainted a dusty shade of blue.

He sat her down next to him and gazed at the horizon, dotted with trees.

“Tell me something about yourself.”

She tried her hardest to hide her surprise.

“I - uh - I don’t.. I don’t know.”

“Come on, there has to be something that is interesting in your life.”

“Well, I have a cat, I guess.”

“A cat? What’s his name? Or her name.”

“It’s a he. His name is Abraxos. My friend Asterin took me to a shelter one day, claiming that I needed at least one other friend.” Manon smiled softly at the memories. “He was the runt of his litter, so his parents and siblings shunned him, and they weren’t going to keep him alive much longer. I played with him though, and I could see that he had so much more to live for, to do in the short little life that cats live. So I chose him.”

Manons eyes had softened, and so had the air around her. It no longer held a sense of betterness, of wanting to be left alone. It had changed to an air of welcome. An air of freedom and letting go of the bad memories, and holding on to the good ones.

“He’s a mother hen, despite his small size and relative knowledge that I own him, not the other way around.” Manon laughed quietly. “He sleeps curled up on my stomach, and won’t fall asleep until he knows that I’m asleep too.”

Dorian laughed. “Quite the cat.”

“Yea,” Manon mused. “Quite the cat indeed. What about you, Princeling? What secrets do you have to offer?”

“Me? Secrets?” He looked at her with mock innocence. “I don’t have any pets, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Im asking for the story of your life, Dorian.”

His eyebrows knitted together as he studied her, taking in a deep breath. And he began to tell her everything.

And when he was done, with no hesitation, she did the same.

~:~

As Manon lay in bed that night, sweatpants back on and Abraxos curled on top of her stomach, she pondered yet again why Dorian  had let her in so easily.

He had told her of his father and friends, and of why he had always wanted to leave. He told her of what made him get up in the morning, and what books he read on rainy days.

She, in return, had told him why and how she lived alone, and told him why she acted the way that she did and wore what she wore. She told him what she wrote in her journal at 3 am, and the way Abraxos loved flowers and wallowing in her flower box near the window.

They had not yet shared even close to everything that had graced their lives, but possibly that was because they both knew that they would meet again, and more would emerge.

Deep down, they both knew that this was not a temporary, fake relationship. No matter how hard they tried to hide it.

#manorian #modern au