#manorian imagine

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Ok but like manorian x reader where they can’t find her and Manon is freaking out thinking something happened but they end up finding her and she’s just sleeping AHAHA (you pick wherever she fell asleep lol)

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Manorian x Reader

Summary: Reader goes ‘missing.’ 

Warnings: none i can think of!

A/N: haha I love this idea, thank you for the request!

You’d missed dinner. Not entirely unusual - sometimes you worked through it, or found a few friends to go out with. But, you would always leave a note if you left the castle. 

He pushed the doors to your rooms open, Manon shortly behind him, and expected to find you at a desk - papers strewn around you, at least three different books open, but you were nowhere to be seen. And neither was a note. 

“It’s possible she forgot.” He murmured, mostly to himself. 

“Forgot what?” Manon stalked over to his side, where he was staring at your desk. 

“To leave a note.” 

“Y/n never forgets.” He watched as the burnt-gold eyes scanned the room, her body stiffening. He didn’t need any immortal senses to feel the panic starting to come from her. “She hasn’t been here in hours.” 

“Then lets go look.” Dorian ran through the places you could be - library, one of the private offices, some of the meeting rooms - maybe you needed a bit more space. 

He strode through the doorways, walking faster than usual. 

-

Manon was on edge. Everything today went as normal - the only exception was your decision to go for a run … but she knew you had meetings after that, and had seen you around lunch. Her mind whirled through every scenario, every possibility, and each becoming worse and worse. 

Panic started to set inside her, iron nails nearly snapping out at the thought of you in danger. She managed to keep some of her cool - hopefully not to stress Dorian further, but she could see the King was already on edge. 

They went through each room, each place she could possibly be, and didn’t find her. Her panic grew stronger by the minute, iron nails snapped out. Until she caught your scent. 

Manon didn’t bother watching to see if Dorian kept pace as she followed the trail. Through rarely used parts of the castle - mostly abandoned. Dread and anger grew in equal measures. If anything had happened to you, she’d rip the throats out of anyone even remotely involved.

-

You were tired, it had been a long day. Countless meetings, exhausting courtiers that made you want to rip your hair out, and you’d decided to go for a run this morning, for the first time in months. It made dealing with everyone easier, but didn’t help your exhaustion - and you were ready for bed before dinner. 

The castle was big enough to have infrequently used passageways, and you found one of your favorites, intending to rest. The late afternoon sun beamed through the windows, warming the sun and stones of the small alcove. A rest couldn’t hurt, you propped yourself up inside it, curling against the warm wall, tucking your knees up, and decided to close your eyes for a few minutes. 

“Y/n,” a feminine voice sounded, and you groaned, stirring. Your neck ached on one side .. where were you? Your eyes blinked open, and it was dark. You’d only laid down to rest for a few minutes, it couldn’t be that late. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and twisted, one hand holding the side of your neck, to see Manon and Dorian. Both looking incredibly relieved, but a little pissed off. Manon grabbed you, roughly pulling you from the alcove. 

“Be gentle,” you protested, but she tugged you upright, scanning your entire body. Looking for injuries. 

“Why the hell would you sleep there?” Her eyes narrowed and her voice sharp. 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said carefully. “I was just supposed to rest.” 

“Stupid.” She hissed at you. Dorian pushed her out of the way with his shoulder, wrapping you in his arms instead. 

“What she means to say is we were worried when we couldn’t find you.” He ran his hand up and down your spin, gently pressing you closer to him. “And that we’re glad your okay.” 

“Don’t do that again.” Manon snapped and you hid a laugh, pressing your face into Dorian’s chest. “Napping in an abandoned hallway-”

“Or leave a note.” Dorian interrupted, his a corner of his mouth turning up. 

Manon snarled at the interruption and she lectured you the entire way back to your rooms. 

[throneofsapphics]

Hii how are you!!

I just got an idea and want to share it with you

Manorian x reader and she gets VERY drunk because something is really upsetting her, and when manorian finds her and freaks out, carrying her back home, she accidentally spills everything

bottom of the bottle's always dry

Manorian x f!Reader 

Summary: Reader finally breaks down. 

Warnings: grief, death of a parent, alcohol abuse, not proofread 

A/N: hi! I’m doing pretty good! I love the idea but this got a teensy bit heavy, thank you for the request!

She put on a good front, she always did. No matter what, her mother taught her to hold herself together in the face of anything, to keep her composure. Even with her death, it felt wrong to break that lesson. She had to, had to be the strong one for her friends and family. She cried the appropriate amount, grieved the appropriate length, and comforted others how she should. 

Manon and Dorian were there for her every step of the way, always asking if she needed anything, always providing comfort - but it was comfort she couldn’t bring herself to lean into. Independent and stubborn to a fault. 

One month and a bottle of whiskey later, she felt the cracks begin. Still, she smiled in front of her friends, stayed long enough, made the right excuses, and left the tavern as soon as she could. Her hand braced on the brick wall, taking in steady breaths to try and clear her head. She slipped into an alley, sliding her back down the wall to sit. Just for a minute, just to get her bearings. 

-

It was nearing half past three in the morning, and Manon began to panic. Taverns in rifthold closed no later than two, and y/n said she’d be home tonight. She’d never broken that word, if she said she was going to be somewhere - that’s where she’d be. 

“She might have crashed at a friends.” Dorian offered. She could scent the anxiety on him, even from across the room. He sat in an armchair, leg bouncing, and eyes gazing towards the door. 

“You know that’s bullshit.” She snapped. 

He let out a slow exhale, before standing. “Let’s go find her then.” 

It shouldn’t be that difficult to track her down. They never pried or asked, but she always told them where she’d be anyway. They changed into more discreet clothes, Manon not bothering to hide any of her weapons, and slipped out one of the side exits of the castle, pulling up their hoods. 

-

“Gods, how much did you drink?” She blinked, staring up at them, her pupils wide and dilated. She absolutely reeked of alcohol - and crouched in an alley of all places. Not a sketchy one, but still, she was either sleeping or doing a very good job of feigning it when they arrived. She placed a hand behind her, trying to raise herself to her feet. Dorian caught her as she stumbled, and frowned. 

Y/n had never been this drunk, as far as he knew. Always composed, always put together. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Manon snarled at her, and Dorian cut her a sharp look. 

“Not here,” he muttered under his breath. He slung an arm under her shoulders, propping her up to start the trek home. Hopefully they wouldn’t encounter too many people - and would get back into the castle discreetly. Manon stalked ahead of them, her mere presence clearing the path of any wanderers. With Dorian’s hood, and a bit of magic disguising them, they managed to avoid attention from any onlookers. If she even remembered this tomorrow, he wanted to spare her as much embarrassment as possible. 

Their progress was slow, Dorian keeping y/n from tripping and stumbling with every other step. Manon had paused in front of them, and without a word to him she grabbed y/n, slinging her over her shoulder, and stalked back towards the castle. He sighed, but matched her pace. 

-

She didn’t bother fighting Manon as she slung her over her shoulder, with the witch’s temper she was better off keeping her mouth shut. Even if her head was still spinning. Dorian cast worried glances her way every one in a while, and she pointedly ignored them. Every step closer to the castle, she felt part of her crack - part of her start to crumble. If she met his gaze now, she might break into tears. 

Manon not-so-gently dumped her on the couch before stalking away, returning moments later with a glass of water. “If I give this to you, are you going to spill it all over yourself?” She snapped. 

Y/n glared at her, and took the glass from her. Her hands were shaking - but not for the reason she thought. A few sips of water, and she placed it to the side, mentally preparing herself for what would come next. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dorian started. Her eyes went wide, normally it was Manon who lost her temper, who snapped about something first. 

“I needed to get,” she paused, trying to get the words to come correctly, “less dizzy.” Against her will, her words slurred together. 

“You’ve never been this wasted before,” he growled, “what the fuck were you thinking? Hiding in some alley? Anything could’ve happened to you.” 

Something about his words, his tone, broke down the final wall that had been crumbling all evening. “I don’t care,” her voice rose, “I don’t care. She’s gone. I can’t do anything right, I can’t be what everyone needs me to be. I’m fucking tired of it.” She tried to stand, but stumbled back into her seat.

-

Manon exchanged an alarmed glance with Dorian as y/n spoke, and as angry tears started to stream down her face, her fists clenched. “She’s gone, and I can’t even be the damn person she taught me to. I can’t fucking keep it together anymore.” 

She, she’s talking about her mother. Manon frowned, trying to put the pieces together. 

“Nobody said you need to keep it together.” Dorian tried to soothe, taking a seat next to her. She nearly screamed in frustration. 

“She did. She told me to and I’m failing.” 

“She’s dead.” Manon said bluntly, and ignored Dorian’s warning glare. Maybe it’s not the nicest or kindest delivery, but she’d tell y/n what she needed to hear. “Whatever she taught you to be, it’s bullshit.” She watched as y/n bit down on her lower lip, trying to let her words sink in. She’d probably have to repeat this when she was sober, and Manon huffed. 

“We don’t care what everyone needs you to be,” Dorian said quietly, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Thankfully, some of the earlier anger seemed to melt away as she leaned into him, closing her eyes. “We’ll talk about it in the morning, but right now you will let us help you.” 

Manon raised a brow at him, at the demanding tone. He rolled his eyes. But - if it would work for now, she’d take it. 

She ‘let’ them take care of her that night, not that she had much of a choice - considering how drunk she was, but the fact that she wasn’t fighting them on it was enough to bring a ghost of a smile to Manon’s face. It disappeared quickly as she held her hair back, trying to rub soothing circles on her back as Dorian fetched some tonics to help. 

[throneofsapphics]

manorian x reader, Reader and Dorian make Manon dress up for Halloween

ambush

Manorian x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: lmao I love this, but idk if I'd have the courage to do it, here's a little drabble!

Manon glared at you and Dorian. You’d planned this ambush, or at least a few days thought into it. All of the mirrors were covered, courtesy of Dorian’s magic so she couldn’t see or rip any coverings away.

“It’s a holiday Manon.” You emphasized. 

“A stupid one.” 

Dorian held a hand up to his chest in mock offense. “You’re going to deny us our fun?” 

“There’s nothing fun about this.” 

“Don’t ruin my favorite holiday,” you pouted, crossing your arms. Dorian was fighting a laugh from behind her. Manon let out a noise of discontent and rolled her eyes before agreeing, making sure you both knew she wasn’t happy about this idea. You rubbed your hands together in glee, and she started looking rightfully worried. 

You gripped her shoulders lightly, directing her to a chair, and started working. 

“Close your eyes,” you insisted, grabbing some supplies to start painting her face. Those burnt gold eyes narrowed, but closed and you began. 

Dorian slipped behind her, pulling the headband down around her hair, you grabbed her wrists before she could pull it off - carefully angling your hands around the iron nails.

She let out an angry hiss as she looked into the mirror. “A cat?”  “You’re already acting the part.” Dorian said wryly. The snarl echoing through the room was enough to send you running, Dorian yelling traitor, at your back as Manon turned her attention on him.

[throneofsapphics]

Hiiii can you give us some manorian fluff? They wake up in the morning and stay in bed for a couple more hours just to cuddle with the reader 🥰🥰🥰

they can wait 

Manorian x Reader

Summary: Manon & Dorian convince reader to stay in bed a little longer

Warnings: none, just fluff 

A/N: of course! thank you for the request :)

“I have things to do,” you grumbled, and tried to dislodge yourself from them. With Dorian’s arm pulling you back into his chest, and Manon pressed against your front - your efforts were futile. 

“They can wait.” Dorian murmured, his voice sleepy, you twisted your head to look at him, finding his eyes half lidded with sleep, and a lazy smile on his face. 

“Don’t you have kingly and queenly things to do?” 

Manon hissed, and pulled you closer to her - away from Dorian, who made a small noise of discontent. She wrapped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into her chest. Easily, you melted into her. Manon wasn’t often like this, but when she was you cherished it - even if she was demanding. 

She laid like that for a few minutes, before pushing you onto your back, laying her head on your chest. Manon grabbed your hair, and tugged over towards her head. 

“You could just ask.” Dorian commented, but she ignored him and you ran your fingers through the silky strand, gently separating any tangled parts. Very gentle after she snarled at you. 

The next few hours felt like tug of war - Manon and Dorian pulling you back and forth, each demanding your attention - or leaving small kisses on your forehead, shoulders, anywhere they could reach. 

Eventually, Dorian started to drag himself out of bed, but you tugged him back down. “Whatever it is, it can wait.” 

His amused smile made your heart warm, and he tugged you back into his arms, Manon curled against your back.