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heliads · 9 months

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I love you writing and I was hoping you could write Ben Florian x VK!Reader the reader is Lefou's kid. A soulmate AU where the negative things you think about yourself are marked on your soulmate's skin. Reader only has one or two things because Ben is from Auradon and has a good life and family. While Ben has around half a dozen. Reader is the one who gives Ben the love potion. During the lake scene they notice Ben is their soulmate and tries (but fails) to hide it thinking he deserves better

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There really is no good place for a prince. They are political figureheads in every sense of the phrase— too young to actually rule, too old to be allowed to skip state functions. They sit in corners of expensive meetings and cut ribbons in front of newly opened buildings, but they can’t do a whole lot except smile and pose.

Shame your friend seems so fixated on capturing one, then. It feels like you’ve just barely left the Isle of the Lost, only bid farewell to the entirety of your prior life experience hours ago, and yet already Mal is scheming about how to best tear down everything around you. If Prince Ben is the best way to fulfill her nefarious plans, then so be it.

The only problem is that you’re now involved in all of this, too. Mal wants a wand and so she’ll take a prince to get there, but as one of her best friends, you’ve been drafted into the plot to catch a prince. Ben won’t have any idea what’s coming. Shame, he would probably run if he had any clue.

Mal’s good at covering her tracks, though, she always has been. You can remember elaborate plans from when you were much younger to steal cookies or cloaks, spellbooks and shoes. At this point, hearing Mal tell you that she’s going to bewitch the crown prince of Auradon into falling in love with her shouldn’t surprise you, just the fact that she’s taken this long to come up with the idea.

Usually, you have no problem going along with Mal’s little adventures. They’re entertaining, at the least, a good way to pass a few days when you’ve already gone over every alleyway and hiding place on the Isle at least a dozen times in the last month. The issue is that you’re not on the Isle anymore, and maybe– just maybe– disrupting everything here isn’t entirely what you want to do.

Mal doesn’t know this, of course. None of your fellow VKs do. Every time they monologue and moan about how they can’t wait to get out of this place, you find yourself holding your tongue, biting back your real thoughts about how the school isn’t actually as bad as you feared. Sure, the constant judgment from the other children of princes and princesses isn’t all that fun, but Auradon Prep has its positives, too. For one thing, you think your soulmate might be here.

What a terrible thing for the child of a villain to prioritize. You’ve heard Mal scoff at the idea of a soulmate, and although Evie is certainly more interested in the idea than some of your other friends, you’re still not sure that you’d find a welcome audience amongst their ranks when it comes to tracking down your soulmate. After all, the odds of that soulmate being from Auradon and not the Isle are pretty high. They’ve all but told you that themselves.

All things considered, for a society with such control over magic and spells, it’s pretty difficult to find your soulmate. You’d always wondered why those in charge couldn’t shorten the whole affair to something more simple– a name on the wrist, perhaps, or an invisible string that only the two of you could see– but instead, soulmate magic went the complicated route. How lovely.

The story about the origin of the soulmate magic is convoluted and ancient, going back generations and changing with each family. The general consensus is that soulmates were created to preserve the sanctity of true love, with the idea that soulmates should be able to love each other entirely, flaws and all. So, when you think something negative about yourself, those very same thoughts will show up on the skin of your soulmate, something like a warning label for what they’re going to get themselves into.

This is all well and good for people with few negative thoughts, maybe they’ll have something here and there about a bad sports result or a poor test grade that their soulmate can chuckle over before meeting them. For you, though? You, the child of a villain, cursed to live forever on a too-small island with the other convicts and criminals, you have had more fears and hated things about yourself than most. Your soulmate must be covered in unhappy musings, which only makes you feel worse about yourself than before. A self-perpetuating cycle of the worst kind.

By contrast, the startling absence of your soulmate’s negative thoughts on your own skin makes you certain that they couldn’t be from the Isle of the Lost. There are only one or two fears on your skin, proof of loving parents and a stable home, and they’re minor things like a bad hair day or a fear of not doing their absolute best. These change, often leaving every few months to be replaced by something else insignificant.

What makes you most certain that your soulmate is the child of a royal is the one negative thought that has stayed on your skin since the very beginning. Your soulmate, whoever they are, is terrified that they will let down the king and queen. Only someone with close ties to the royalty could have such a fear, so it’s proof that your soulmate is somewhere here on Auradon.

So maybe you don’t want to leave this place, not yet. Not until you can learn who your soulmate is. It’ll be almost impossible to track them down on this information alone, but supposedly that’s how the whole thing is supposed to work. You learn about the worst parts of your soulmate, and then you get to love the best of them. The only problem is that you’re fairly sure that if your soulmate is a royal, they won’t want to love you at all.

It’s easier to ignore the whole affair. Easier to agree to Mal’s plan when she proposes enchanting Prince Ben. At least another one of your friend’s schemes will keep your mind off the soulmate affair.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, but your conscience is starting to get steadily more vocal as the days go by. Ben is a nice guy, which hurts, surprisingly. Although the love spell may have been cast on Mal, as one of Mal’s closest friends, you’re around the two of them all the time. The boy you see is someone that you wish could be your soulmate. He may be a prince, and you may be a villain, but he makes you want to believe in love after all.

You certainly have the capacity for such musings. For some reason, the love spell didn’t take all that well, and although Ben is now compelled to stay with Mal more than he was before, it’s not like he’s totally obsessed with her as Mal had hoped. Mal claims it’s because love spells can never work fully due to the soulmate issue, like having a soulmate is a kind of shield to protect you against that sort of enchantment, but regardless, Ben has just enough independent thought that he can tell you jokes and try to make you smile like– well, like he tries to do with Mal.

The realization that Ben is a genuinely good person, and worse, someone you don’t want to trick, haunts you as you fall further into Mal’s scheme. You’ve been trying to push the whole thing from your mind, letting Ben join your soulmate in the depths of your mind you don’t want to touch, but your train of thought keeps circling back to him despite your best attempts otherwise.

Besides, it doesn’t help that Mal keeps trying to involve you in the plot. Right now, the two of them are at the Enchanted Lake, out on a cute little date. Mal had been making mock disgusted faces at you the whole time she was getting ready, but some part of yourself can’t stop whispering that this doesn’t seem so bad, actually, that the thought of being out here alone with Ben would make for a wonderful day instead of the tedious chore Mal is making it out to be.

Ben doesn��t know you’re here, though. Mal wanted backup in case something happened, so you’re lingering in the woods to keep anyone from stumbling upon the scene and also holding onto more magical baked goods in case Mal feels the need to renew the spell. It’s kind of like torture, strolling through this beautiful forest, knowing that Ben is so close and you are helping hold him under the thrall of this plot.

The storm in your mind must be thundering too loudly for you to think straight, because you lose track of yourself and accidentally walk too close to the lake. You weren’t supposed to be spotted, but before you can back away and melt back into the foliage, Ben looks up and sees you. You panic, immediately heading the way you’d come, but you hear footsteps after you moments later and Ben manages to track you down before you can go too far. Mal is so going to kill you for messing with her plan.

“Sorry,” you murmur, eyes wide when he finally catches up to you, “I didn’t realize the two of you were– I’ll go now.”

Ben shakes his head. “No, no, it’s alright. It’s not like we have a monopoly on the woods.”

He’s dripping water, most likely due to a recent dip in the lake, and you can’t seem to stop your gaze from following the path of the droplets as they cascade down his shoulders, across his hands, and, most importantly of all, over the swooping letters of the fears of his soulmates.

Usually, Ben wears long sleeves or something else to hide them. You can see why now– there are many of them, many more than you, perhaps half a dozen in all. You can’t read all of them from where you’re standing, just snippets about how a villain’s kid shouldn’t have a soulmate, how they’ll never amount to much, things like that. Things like what you’ve been thinking recently.

Ben must catch on to your train of thought, because he smiles weakly, absentmindedly scratching at a sentence proclaiming that his soulmate isn’t worth the good luck they get. “Yeah, my soulmate’s a little stressed, I guess. Hopefully, I can talk about that with them soon. I want them to know that they’re worth it, wherever they are.”

It had never occurred to you that hating yourself would make your soulmate this obsessed. You have no proof that Ben is your soulmate but–

But, as you watch, you can see a new fear appearing out of nowhere, wrapping itself around Ben’s left wrist. I’m not good enough for a soulmate this good. Just what you were thinking mere moments ago. It’s like proof.

Ben looks up slowly, and although you were never blessed with the ability to read minds, you swear you can tell exactly what he’s thinking right now. “Are you–” he starts, ends, tries again, “Do you know who your soulmate is?”

You can do several things at this moment. You can confirm what you’re mostly sure is true, you can lie, you can pretend you hadn’t heard him. You spot movement in the trees behind him, a flash of purple, and remember belatedly that Mal is still somewhere at the Enchanted Lake, waiting for Ben to come back and wondering why you’re holding him here for so long.

All of a sudden, the reality of the situation comes crashing down around your shoulders. This is not something that can happen. Ben is a prince. You are the child of a villain, and the friend of another VK who’s counting on you to continue fooling Ben so she can pursue her latest mad plan. There is no world in which this works out.

So, you force a smile, banishing all thoughts back into the deep recesses of your brain once more. “No,” you say, “I don’t know. I think they’re a VK, though.”

Ben’s face falls in a flash. “Really? Because I thought–”

You shake your head quickly. “I don’t– it’s not me. I think Mal is waiting for you, though. You shouldn’t keep her for long.”

Ben glances back over his shoulder in memory of the girl he’s left somewhere in the woods behind him, and when he looks back, you’re gone. You’re good at running. It’s a skill you’ve perfected over the years. You just never thought you’d have to use it now.

Prince Ben is your soulmate. Impossible. True. Mal comes back later that afternoon, tells you the date went splendidly despite your accidental intrusion. Ben must not have let the brief moment in the woods faze him for long. It hurts more than you care to admit.

There is only so much running a VK can do, try as they might to pretend otherwise. You avoid Ben at all costs, hoping that whatever foolish war is currently being fought inside your heart will come to a tolerable ceasefire if you just ignore it long enough. Mal tells you that the plan is going swimmingly, she’s never seen the prince more excited about the VKs and the upcoming coronation. You nod and smile and tell her that you’re glad everything is going to plan, but inside, you cannot seem to stop your mind from screaming.

And then, all of a sudden, despite your best attempts to remain out of sight, Prince Ben finds you. It’s completely out of the blue, so casual that you almost don’t realize it’s happening until he’s sitting down at your table in the library and it’s too late to run.

You feel like an animal caught in a trap. He’s just smiling like nothing is the matter. “I know it’s you,” he says by way of hello.

Your heart is stuck in your throat. “What?”

“I know it’s you,” Ben repeats, “I know you’re my soulmate. I had the Fairy Godmother do a little spell so I could check for you, but I think I knew since that day at the lake.”

You frown. “You can do that?”

He shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “Not everyone can, I think. But I, uh, insisted.”

You grin. “Prince privileges?”

“Something like that.” He’s smiling, though, maybe pleased that you’re not trying to run off this time. “But you knew even without the spell, didn’t you?”

That does shake your uncertain sense of calm. “Yes,” you admit, “but I didn’t think you— I didn’t think it would work out.”

The look on Ben’s face is genuinely heartbreaking. “What, just because I’m a prince?”

He says it so casually, it’s almost funny. “Yes, Ben, because you’re a prince and I’m a VK. I mean, my dad was Lefou. He literally tried to ruin the happy ever after of your parents, why would you want someone like me to be your soulmate?”

“Same reason you shouldn’t be afraid to want me. You’re not your father, Y/N, and I’m not my parents. We’re just us, and I know that I want you to be my soulmate. I have since the start. I was hoping you would tell me you knew, but after a few days went by and you still said nothing, I figured I had to take matters into my own hands. Even if that meant using a spell or two.”

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to laugh in your face and tell you it’s ridiculous to think that he would ever want a VK as a soulmate, but he doesn’t. In fact, you don’t think he ever will. As impossible as it seems, Ben wants someone who isn’t from a perfect fairy tale. He wants you. And that, lovely and wonderful and absolutely crazy, sounds like a fairly good happily ever after for you.

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 15: seungmin + hair pulling

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tw: bff2?; mention of throwing up; mentions of masturbation (m) and several sexual scenarios; seungmin is kind of a perv if you squint???; female anatomy; oral sex (m receiving); unprotected piv sex (don't do that at home 🤨); seungmin calls reader a slut several times; creampie; ♡

wc: 4,3k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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He can’t get the thought out of his head.

And he knows it’s wrong to jerk off to the thought of your best friend, your bestest friend in the world who’s been by your side your whole life since you were little kids, but Seungmin isn’t kidding when he says that it’s all he has been able to think about for a month. A month. And he’s gotten off to that thought nearly every day.

Now that he thinks about it - he almost feels like a creep, especially because he keeps acting normal around you and then, when he’s in the confines of his own bedroom in his own lonely, quiet place, he wraps his slender fingers around his cock and strokes himself thinking of bending you over his desk, entangling his fingers in your hair and pulling it. All this while grunting in your ear how much of a slut you are for his cock, or how much he wants to fill your cunt up with his cum. Other times, you’re on his bed with your face down and ass up, other times you’re on your knees as he fucks your face - either way, his hands would always be in your hair, pulling it until your scalp hurts.

Seungmin swears he’s never had that kind of thoughts involving you. Not until that night.

How he found out you have a hair pulling kink is pretty curious.

Being you bestest friend in the whole world, your shoulder to cry on, your entire life and the bane of existence all at once, it’s pretty obvious that he’s the one in charge of taking care of drunk you. You’d do the same for him, really, but somehow you always end up getting drunk first and don’t have the chance to return the (multiple) favor(s). Seungmin scoffs and rolls his eyes, but deep down he’s not annoyed, and he secretly likes taking care of you.

That night - you’d drunk a lot. More than usual, and soon felt like throwing up, which you never did. Naturally, you’d grabbed Seungmin by the forearm and practically dragged him to the club bathroom - the ladies’ room, of course, ignoring a few annoyed scoffs of the girls waiting in line, who probably thought you were about to fuck in there. But no, you were genuinely feeling sick, and begged Seungmin to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail because you didn’t want to cover it in your spit and vomit in case it ended up falling on your face.

Seungmin followed your instructions, however, when his fingers accidentally got tangled in your hair and he pulled a bit harder - he wasn’t expecting you to moan. Like, a proper moan. It could have been literally anything, but no - it had to be a moan.

He froze in his spot as soon as he heard the sound, eyes open wide as he breathed through his nose slowly because no way you’d just moaned because he accidentally pulled your hair. No way. And then - his brain was telling him to stop right now and don’t do it, but little devil Seungmin sitting on his shoulder encouraged him to repeat his previous motion and pull your hair once again. You know, for research purposes - he had to know.

So he pulled it again - and, as predicted by the little devil on his shoulder, you did it again. You fucking moaned again. It was more like a whine this time, a desperate whimper, which did not make the situation any better. And now he was hard. With his fingers in your hair. And you were kneeling on the floor, trying to empty your stomach, although unsuccessfully.

Like the gentleman he is, he drove you back home, made sure you’d drink a lot of water, left aspirin on your nightstand for you to take the morning after and asked your roommate to check in on you during the night. Then, he drove back home, hopped in the shower with the intention of washing away the stress of the week off his body, and… his dick got hard, again. And he was thinking of you - actually, of the sounds that you made, repeating them over and over in his head as he wrapped his fingers around his length, a bit ashamed of doing this while thinking of you, but it was too late now.

And since then - life has never been the same again for Kim Seungmin.

He’d come home after his shift, take off his work clothes and, before hopping in the shower, take his time stroking himself, laying spread on his king sized bed. You’re the protagonist of the scenarios he plays in his head every single time since that night at the club. Before that night, he wouldn’t really think of anyone in particular while getting off - it’d be mainly tits or asses or pussies, if he’s particularly horny maybe even cocks, but never a person, only body parts. But since he discovered your hair pulling kink… oh, boy. All he can think about is you and how you’d sound moaning for him, because of him. Yesterday, for example, he got off in record time to the thought of fucking you on his couch - you on top of him, facing him, legs spread to accommodate his body as you sit on his cock, as he has his fingers in your hair, tugging at it. Then, as soon as he cums and takes a couple of minutes to recollect himself, change the sheets, put them in the washing machine together with his outside clothes and, finally, take that long yearned shower.

It’s become a routine for him, and he’s seriously worried his dick might’ve developed muscle memory by now, because he’d find himself getting hard as soon as he steps inside his place.

Like today.

He’s had the shittiest day at work, and all he could think of was going back home, taking off his clothes, pleasuring himself, taking a shower and then, finally, going to sleep. But as soon as his apartment door closes behind him and he takes off his shoes - he notices a pair of sneakers that most definitely aren’t his.

“Finally!”, he hears your voice, and his head immediately snaps in your direction.

You’re on his couch, covered in a blanket, phone in your hand probably checking your social media and a movie or a tv series playing in the background on Seungmin’s ridiculously big tv screen. It’s not unusual for you to show up at his house - he doesn’t show up at your place that often because you have a roommate, but he leaves alone and doesn’t mind having you over. However, you rarely show up unannounced.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”, you ask, noticing the confused expression on his face, brows furrowed and everything.

“Forgot what?”, is what he says, proving you right, of course.

You shake your head and sigh, but he knows you’re not really mad at him. Otherwise, you’d just start yelling. “Yah, you’re really overworking yourself. That, or you’re just getting old and experiencing memory loss.”, you mock him.

“Hey! I’m the one who makes fun of other people’s age!”, he eventually takes off his shoes and hangs his jacket, coming closer to you. “Now - what is it that I forgot?”

“Today, they released the last season of the series we started, remember?”

“The one with an awful plot and an even more terrible cast?”

“Yah!”, you playfully slap his arm, and he cracks a smile. “But yeah, that one. We said we’d watch it together.”

“You said it.” Seungmin points out. “I had no choice but to accept my fate.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re no fun. Go change, and bring snacks on your way back!”

Seungmin is back in his living room a couple of minutes later, wearing one of his comfy oversized t-shirts and his beloved grey sweats, and a few snacks in his hands. Chocolate, chips, popcorns, it’s like the guy has a fucking bar in his house, not that you’re complaining. You play the first episode of the new season of the series he absolutely despises, but you want to watch it so bad and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’d rather jump off a cliff.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

He blames a fucking pointless sex scene thrown into the second half of the episode for no reason whatsoever - but his cock stirs in his pants, semi-hard. He blinks a couple of times and starts to think that maybe, maybe, if he starts to think of ugly things such as an old, naked lady or literally any other things that turns him off, the situation won’t escalate, and his dignity would be preserved and remain intact.

And it seems to be working. For two minutes.

Because then, he feels you squirm in your place, right next to him, and he’s about to complain about it, but as soon as he snaps his head in your direction, he sees you with an hair tie in your hand, attempting at tying your hair in a ponytail to prevent your hair from falling on your face - eyes on the tv screen, fully focused on the episode.

There’s absolutely nothing sexual about what you’ve just done, so why is his cock getting harder? That stupid boner was supposed to go away. But then he realizes - it’s because of that stupid scenario he got off to, the one with you and him fucking on the couch, this very couch you’re both now on. And you had a ponytail in the scenario. A ponytail he’s tugged at too many times in his fantasies. Okay, maybe he has a problem - maybe he’s developed an addiction to masturbation or an addiction to masturbating to the thought of his best friend.

Either way, it’s absolutely unacceptable and he has do something about this absurd situation. However, all he can do now, is place a fucking pillow on his lap and pray to God you don’t notice the way he’s distancing himself from you, scooting on the couch as far away as possible from you.

But you notice. Of course you do.

“What’s up with you?”, you turn your head to face him, eyebrows furrowed, tilting your head to the side.

“What’s up with me?”, he knows he’s absolutely terrible at lying, but there isn’t much else he can do.

“You’re sitting so far away. Look, you took the blanket with you, I’m cold!”, you scoot closer to him in an attempt to get the blanket back.

You pull said blanket with all the brute force in your body, which causes the pillow Seungmin slyly placed on his lap to fall on the floor. He’s not quick enough. You succeed in getting the blanket back, but now his big secret’s out.

“Yah!”, you squeak. “Why are you hard?”

Seungmin should’ve fucking known you have no boundaries.

He places that pillow back between his legs, even if it’s too late now. “Yah, why would you stare at my crotch?”, he whines, embarrassed. “That’s what a perv would do.”

“Yah, how am I the perv when you’re the one sporting a boner in the middle of movie night?”, you’re not really mad or anything - you’re just making fun of him, letting out a satisfied giggle. “Besides, it’s not my fault your sweats leave nothing to the imagination.”, you shrug.

“What are you talking about?”, he’s beyond confused, but at the same time grateful his hard-on isn’t the main subject anymore. Maybe if you keep talking it’ll disappear.

“Everybody knows that grey sweats on guys are like… I don’t know, a very revealing neckline on a girl?”, you try to come up with a similarity.

“I didn’t know that.” He really didn’t.

“But you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” Seungmin asks.

“Why are you hard?”

Aaaand back to subject Seungmin’s dick. Honestly - what excuse can he come up with that won’t make him look like a fucking creep in your eyes?

“Don’t tell me it was the sex scene.”, you say, dead serious.

“No, what am I, twelve?” Seungmin answers a little too quickly, without putting much thought into what he said. To be honest, that scene was just the tip of the iceberg. He’s not twelve, but he’s just as pathetic - getting hard because his best friend was tying her hair.

“Then what?”, you seem to be enjoying seeing him so flustered. You even pause the fucking episode.

“Nothing.”

“C’mon!”, you insist, clearly having no intention in dropping the subject.

“You know how dicks are! They’re weird, they get hard for no reason!”, he tries to defend himself. He’s not completely wrong, dicks do get hard out of the blue sometimes, but there’s something in the tone of his voice that just betrays him.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon, we tell each other everything!”, you whine. Why do you care so much anyway? “I even told you that time I mastur-“

“That’s because you have absolutely no restraints and think of me as your fucking personal diary - which I’m not, by the way.”, he interrupts you - thinking of you masturbating won’t help his erection go away.

“Tell me!”, you insist.

“No.”, he protests.

“Kim Seungmin.”

“Using my full name won’t let you get what you want.”, he shakes his head repeatedly.

“Tell me!”

“Fine! It was you!”, he snaps before he can stop himself. All the bickering made him lose his lucidity and now he’s met with a couple of big eyes looking at him surprised.

“Me?”, you ask, absolutely shocked. “What did I do?”

“You’ll think I’m a creep.” Seungmin sighs, lowering his gaze to his hands. Is he really going to tell you? Maybe he should leave out the part where he masturbates to the thought of you - no, he definitely should leave that out.

“I already do, kinda.”, you joke, cracking a smile.

“Not helping.”, he scolds you.

“Sorry, sorry. Go on.”

He lets out another deep sigh, then fidgets with the hem of his t-shirt. “It’s- when you, uh… when you tied your hair.”, he shamefully admits.

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at him confused. “My hair?”, you ask.

He hums. “Yeah, your hair.”, he confirms. “Well, your ponytail.”, he clarifies.

“My ponytail turns you on.”, it’s a statement, but it sounds more like a question.

“If you put it like that it just sounds weird.” Seungmin points out.

“It is weird.”

“Now you’re just kink-shaming me.”, he grunts, annoyed.

“Kink?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him.

He snaps his head in your direction in record time, looking you in the eye. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t have an hair pulling kink, too!”, he shots.

You freeze in your spot, eyes wide open, staring at him. “How do you know?”, you don’t even try to deny it, it’d be pointless.

“I-“ should he tell you? “That night when you felt like, uh… throwing up, you… you asked me to hold your hair and well- I did and you…” why is he stuttering so much? “You moaned.”, he finally admits.

Now, you’re as flustered as he is.

“So you… uh, you imagine pulling my hair?”, you’re not sure you got him right, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought of it already. Repeatedly. And you’re intrigued by the thought.

“It’s all I can think of.” Seungmin shamelessly blurts out, and for a good ten seconds you’re taken aback by his straightforwardness, considering it took you nearly ten minutes to get him to tell you what turned him on in the first place.

You stay silent for a while and Seungmin just wishes the ground would swallow him whole, because he feels like he just massively overstepped a boundary in your friendship, but just as he’s about to say something, you anticipate him.

“So you… want some help with that?”, your gaze falls on his crotch, the outline his hard-on still clearly visible, and you like what you see.

“What?” Seungmin nearly falls off the couch.

“I’ll let you pull my hair.”, it’s clearly a joke, because you giggle right after you say those words.

“You’re such a brat.” Seungmin scoffs, giving you the side-eye.

“Sorry.”, you apologize. “But… I was serious. If you want some help, I’m here.”

Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat as he processes your words. Are you offering… to help him get off? How?

“Wouldn’t that be weird? We’re friends.”, he voices his concern. He’d hate himself if he lost you over a stupid erection.

“We’re two responsible adults who can be mature about this.”, you point out. “I want this, otherwise I wouldn’t offer to help you out.”

Seungmin instantly relaxes. “Okay, then.”

Seungmin’s breath hitches in his throat when you kneel before him without uttering another word, and he feels his soul leaving his body when you place the palm of your hand flat on the tent in his sweats, palming him over the thin fabric. A small sound leaves his mouth when you squeeze him, running your other hand up and down his thigh.

“Take these off?”, you whisper, looking him in the eye from between his legs, and he feels a shiver run through his body.

He nods eagerly, lifting his ass from the couch and hooking his fingers on each side of his sweats and boxers, dragging them down his thighs in one swift motion, freeing his cock, that slaps on his abdomen. Your eyes widen at the sight - it’s big. You already had a feeling he was above average when you palmed him over the clothes, but it’s even bigger than you thought.

Seungmin feels a bit embarrassed to be sprawled on his couch, legs spread and with his hard cock out - you between his thighs, kneeling on the floor, ready to suck him off, apparently. But the feeling is soon forgotten when you wrap your delicate fingers around the base of his erection and lick a long stripe that goes all the way to his tip, before engulfing it in your mouth. He lets out a choked sound, fingers gripping the cushions as you take him deeper, jerking off what you can’t fit in your mouth.

This definitely feels better than his hand.

He kicks his head back and closes his eyes, hissing when you suck a bit harder on hit tip and clenching his thigh. Then, he feels you wrap your fingers around his wrist and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Can I?”, he asks, as he caresses your temple with his fingers. You nod, with his cock still in your mouth, and he has to bite his lip to hold back another moan. However, you don’t hold back a moan when his fingers grip your ponytail and tug at it. Hard. “Fuck, you’re sucking me off so good.”, he praises you.

You take him even deeper, your own saliva dripping all over his shaft, coating your fingers and his balls as you can feel his tip in your throat. Each time he pulls your hair, it encourages you to take another couple of inches - and he soon starts panting, clenching his thigh and abdomen, clearly close to his release.

You have something else in mind, so you release him from your mouth completely, earning an annoyed groan from Seungmin.

“I was close, why’d you stop?”, he whines, releasing the grip he has on your ponytail but not letting go completely.

“Thought you’d want to come inside of me.”, you say with a mischievous grin on your face. His cock twitches, and you crack a smile at his reaction. “I take it as a yes.”, you smile at him and he nods frantically, his brain short-circuiting.

“I’ll go get a condom.”, he manages to say, with the last bit of lucidity he has left in his body, but you stop him before he can get up from the couch.

“No need, I’m on the pill. And clean.”

He bites his lip and nods, which is his way to show his consent, then crosses his arms over his chest and takes his t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room. You do the same, then slide your jeans down your thighs and then straddle him - wearing nothing but your bra and your panties.

You feel Seungmin’s hand climb your back, and for a second there you think he’s about to unclasp your bra, but he doesn’t stop there. In fact, his fingers reach your hair, wrapping around your ponytail once again, and you let out a whimper.

Seungmin hooks his other fingers on the underside of your panties, pulling them to the side. “Spit on your fingers.”, he grunts, tone demanding. It’s as if something inside of him had snapped. You oblige, collecting your saliva on the pads of your fingers. “Good. Now touch yourself to get you nice and wet for me.”

You’re already wet. Incredibly wet, but you do as he said anyway - absolutely in love with this side of him, so bossy and demanding, and you spread your spit all over your clit and entrance until you’re sure you can take his cock.

“I’m gonna put it in now.”, he says, looking you in the eye, aligning the tip of his cock to your entrance, ready to push inside.

You nod, eager to feel him inside of you. “Please.”

He fills you up in one, slow, motion, parting your wet walls and bottoming out with a grunt, and you moan in response, feeling incredibly full. “Took me so well.”, he groans, then both of your gazes fall to where your bodies meet.

You cross your arms over your back to unclasp your bra, sliding the straps off your arms, getting rid of it - Seungmin bites his lip at the sight of your nipples. So, he cups one of your breasts and squeezes one of your nipples with the pads of his fingers, earning a whimper from you. “You like that, huh?”

“Yeah, fuck.”, you moan. He smirks, then starts leaving a series of kisses on the valley of your breasts, then on your other tit, until he captures your other nipple in his mouth, sucking on it.

Then, he moves his hand from your breast to your hip, encouraging you to start moving on top of him. You do, lifting your hips and then sinking back onto his cock, repeating the same motion again and again, each time a bit faster. He lets go of your nipple to look at you, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, bouncing on his cock - and it’s the most addicting sight he’s ever witnessed.

The fingers that are gripping your ponytail reach for your hair tie, and Seungmin starts to pull it, untying your hair, letting it fall free on your shoulders, before entangling his fingers in it once again, tugging at it with more force, pulling it as he thrusts inside of you, meeting your movements.

“You’re such a good girl, fucking me so well.”, he mutters, not being able to tear his eyes off of you.

You shake your head as a no. “Not good girl.”, you whimper, placing your hands on his shoulder to help you with your balance as you bounce on his cock, a mixture of his and your arousal dripping from your hole, coating Seungmin’s balls and, probably, the cushion. Neither of you seems to care.

“You’re not a good girl?”, you shake your head as a no. "How do you want me to call you?”, he says, panting heavily, feeling his orgasm approaching.

“Slut.”, you whisper, gripping his shoulders tighter.

He rolls his eyes in the back of his head, brain short-circuiting. It’s curious how compatible you are, even when it comes to sex, apparently.

He tugs at you hair tighter, making you wince - he knows you like it. “Such a good slut.”, he feels you clenching around him. “You like it when I call you a slut?”, he chuckles, bringing his free hand to your hip, squeezing the soft flesh.

You nod frantically, biting your lip. “I love it.”, you whimper. Your movements have become a bit unsteady, singling you’re close too.

“My slut.” Seungmin grunts, slamming his hips against yours. “Hungry for my cock - practically begged to suck me off.”, he mutters, but he’s interrupted by a choked moan when your nails scrape his shoulders.

“Min.”, you moan. “Close.”

Seungmin groans, then brings the pad of his thumb on your clit to help you find your release, rubbing it fast, yet delicately. “Cum for me, show me how much of a slut you are for me, for my cock.”, he demands, pulling your hair harder, so hard your scalp actually hurts.

“I’m such a slut for you.”, you pant, and a few seconds later, you’re falling apart on his cock with a loud cry, clenching around him as your orgasm washes all over you. “I’m coming, fuck - I’m coming, Min.”

“Good slut, you gonna make me cum.” Seungmin grunts, close as well, cock throbbing inside of you as he thrusts faster and faster.

As soon as he feels he’s about to cum, he crashes his lips onto yours to muffle his moans and swear words, still tugging at your hair, and then he halts his movements, wanting to savor the feeling of releasing inside of you, coming with four long spurts of his seed.

Your body falls on top of his, you face in the crook of his neck and he lets go of the grip in your hair, enveloping you in a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. You stay like this for a while, that stupid episode paused on the tv, clothes scattered on the floor and your bodies entangled as you both relive what you just did.

And, somehow, neither of you is scared - you know you’ll figure this out. You always do.

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lilisouless · 3 months

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Zoya: the theater group that was supposed to come for the anniversary of the end of the Ravka war cancelled, i promised a play!

Nikolai: don't worry, i got this

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Zoya: remind me never blindly trust an "i got this"

Nikolai: why? they are making a good job on the effects, and they will do anything for money

Alina: shhh! my big moment is comming!

Jesper with a long white wig: But my beloved Mole-

Wylan whispering: Mal-

Jesper: There has to be another way!

Wylan shirtless and with a six pack painted on his belly with a marker: There is no other way, Alina. Its your fate and dying for you its mine, as said by the cool and not at all awful tattoo of mine

Mal: I wasn't shirtless when i died

Alina: in my mind you were

Jesper: i can't do it!

Wylan: you must!

Jesper: okay! (fakes stabbing Wylan who fakes a collapse) oh Mal, Rakva will honor your braveness, and i will always remember how much i love your abs...and personality and all that shit

Alina snifs: its like they were just there

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Zoya: so..why did she choose that role?

Nikolai: she said it she wanted a loud range of emotions

Nina with a big fake black kefta: Join me, Alina Starkov! join me to the shadow side , HAHAHAHA!

Zoya: at least practicing her evil laugther actually paid up

Jesper: Never! you just will just steal my power!

Nina stomping her foot; but why won't you give it to me?! why-won't you give it to me!

Mal: and...now "the darkling" is crying like a baby...at least they got that right

Nina: You need me! you need the shadow!

Jesper: no...this is..BONE! (fakes stabs Nina)

Nina: noooo! i am dyiiing....nooo, why didn't i bring a blade proof kefta, nooo

Nina fake coughing: Alina...please...do something for me...

Jesper fake crying while an onion slips from his fake kefta: yes?

Nina: "cough" tell...Zoya...to give that little grisha, Nina Zenik (the cutest one) all the waffles she wants (fakes a collapse)

Jesper: now its my time to die too, Tamar. Tolya, bring me my boytoy

Mal: excuse me? "man toy" please

Kuwei enter the scenario while dragging Wylan around

Tolya: is he supposed to be me or you?

Tamar: he has an undercut, so probably me-

Kuwei: Sankta Alina, we can cure you! I can cure you with my axe!

Kuwei turning around,showing a sidetail on the other side of his face: this makes me want to do some poetry

Tamar: oh, he is both of us, like the detail that the arm playing me is more muscular

Tolya: its literally not-

Jesper: no...i´ll die, my job here is done

Kuwei as Tolya : but my saint! you can't leave us!

Kuwei turning around as Tamar: Ravka is still a mess

Jesper: And thats your problem now, so long suckers! (fakes to die over Wylan´s body as Kuwei cries)

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Inej with a fake blue kefta: i hope all of you know how lucky you are to be on my pressence

Zoya: this whole play is awful, all our portrayals are so one note and exagerated, we are not like that on real life. My eyes are too good for this sight

Inej : A triple funeral, a country with no money (flips her hair) my eyes are too good for this sight

Zoya: everyone shut up

Matthias with a cardboard crown: Oh yes, and i am the king now, i was hidden to treat my injuries completely unrelated to demonic possesion and (looks up at cue cards) improbable...i am a pearl...something , something...charming

Nikolai: who let him play me?

Kaz with a cheap red wig and a patch before the big curtain falls : and i...was ruination

Zoya: always the need to have the last word

Genya clapping: as "she" should

#shitpost #grishaverse shitpost #to clear possible confussion the crows are all in the play #everyone else is in the audience looking #shadow and bone shitpost #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #sab shitpost #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #inej ghafa

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merakiui · 8 months

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Wait wait wait! I wanna jump on this apocalypse au train real quick! But envision this…

Whenever a housewarden picks his bride there’s a ceremony that takes place to show the remaining population the person that’s going to be standing by his side. And for this, housewardens from other compounds are invited to come witness the ceremony (or some sort of diplomat comes in the leader’s place) . It's a show of goodwill and comradery between the compounds. To keep up morale and strengthen unity.

And for this special ceremony, it’s between the one and only Malleus Draconia and his pretty bride. And who shows up because of his hatred that borders on obsession for Malleus? Fuckin Rollo.

And he takes a great interest in Malleus’s Bride. She’s innocent looking, quiet and meek. But that’s not what sparks his unhealthy interest, it's the way you stare up at Malleus like he’s your whole world. Full of love and adoration. Pure and utter devotion.

And Rollo can’t fathom the thought that you, the pinnacle of perfection and innocence, could love a monster like Malleus. Surely, it must be the effects of some sinful curse.

And late at night, where all guests are in their rooms sleeping away from the festivities of the wedding, Rollo finds himself roaming the halls. Your sweet smile and perfect body engraved in his memories. How can he sleep when you're plaguing his mind?

That’s when he finds himself following the sounds of your moans echoing down the long hall. Walking deeper into the dwelling of the dragon’s territory. Forgoing any disdain he held for the ruler. Only focusing on the sounds of your pleasured gasps and lewd moans up to the large marble doors that seem to block his view of you.

A voice whispers into his ear to lean in closer and listen. That he’s the only one worthy enough to view. Tempting him so nicely and convincingly, that he’s on his knees peeking through the keyhole to see you sprawled across the large bed. Legs wrapped around Malleus’s waist and hands tugging at his long ebony locks. The force of Malleus’s deep thrust making your back arch.

And Rollo listens to you begging Malleus to go harder, to go faster. And all that strikes a chord with Rollo and he’s tempted to reach his hand down his trousers to beat his throbbing cock to the rhythm of Malleus thrust into your tight cunt. But he holds himself back, forcing himself to focus on the sway of your breast, the shining trail of cum that drips down your thighs and ass, the plumpness of your lips and hazy expression on your face.

It wasn’t until you plead these very words that not only does his restraint snaps but so does the man that was holding you like you were the most precious gem, “Please, give me a baby!”

And the thin string that was preventing him from falling deep into his delusion is cut.

Anyways, this has been on my mind for like the whole day. Um… so do with this as you please. It was mainly supposed to be about the love of my life, Malleus, but quickly turned into a rollo thirst, which is kinda surprising. But! Here it is. Also, I didn't know where to add it, but I like to think that Malleus knew Rollo was watching and knew that he was growing some sort of infatuation for his precious Child of Man and Mal took it personally.

And I just want to say I absolutely love your work. I consume it like my abuelita consumes her telenovelas. Every post is just so juicy and good. Legit, the best blog to ever blog fr. And i want to interact more, so i might be coming back with more ideas lol

-M (not quite sure how anon names work, but I hope this is good :))

AAAAAAAAAAA M ANON, THIS IS SO YUMMY OMG........ Rollo peeking in on you and Malleus when the two of you are trying to conceive a child, not only because of compound tradition but because the two of you genuinely love and care for each other. Oooooo Rollo is in utter disbelief that you could ever willingly love someone like Malleus! Surely you're under some spell. Magic is so filthy and terrible, after all. He wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason you're so affectionate with Malleus (Rollo is very wrong about that and also very delusional).

Omg and Malleus knowing Rollo was spying...... orz he can definitely sense the presence of another, and maybe come the following morning at breakfast Malleus is so attached to you, more possessive than usual because he just knows if he leaves you alone for more than a minute someone (Rollo) may attempt to strike up conversation with you. >_< aaaaaa and Rollo is so strict with himself, trying so hard to deny the fact that he's (lustfully) attracted to you and that he's only watching you from across the banquet hall like this because he's trying to understand what you see in Malleus. That's the only reason! It's definitely not because he keeps thinking about you and your pretty body and your moans and....... T_T he is obsessed and in denial, and Malleus most definitely knows this.

After he's returned to the Noble Bell compound, he (very begrudgingly) writes to Malleus, if only to keep up appearances and be polite, but mainly so, should another event happen, he can secure an invitation and see you again. <3 he frequently writes about you in his diary to sate every filthy desire he has, often tearing the pages out and burning them after he's gotten it out of his system. But some pages he keeps. Like the poems and sonnets dedicated to you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #twst apocalypse au #M anon #also thank you for liking my work and blog!!!!! <3 #i'm happy the posts can be delicious #your apocalypse rollo idea sustains me orz it is truly a meal of an ask omg i am fed well #i need to write more apocalypse rollo >:D he's so gross i love him

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personwhowrites · 1 year

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Pls pls!

Can I ask for the 141 gang (+ Alejandro and Valeria) reacting to an y/n that starts yelling in german when angry. (Like an angry spanish Mama) 🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

Sure! Sadly, I did have to use google translate since I don’t know German. So blame google 😀

Task Force members ~wanted all of them to react together~

You are having an awful day already, bad news at home and an issue with a rookie who decided to make your life hell. You walk into the briefing room angry and tired from your whole day. Price has called a meeting about the next following mission. You stare at the table, not caring about the file next to you. Soap is kicking the side of you chair, while Gaz is coughing as he had been sick the previous days.

“Listen, we all have to get this mission done and you all can go home for Christmas.” Price says looking at a hologram. “We will all need to do our best.”

“Don’t we always?” Gaz says slamming the file on the table. “Come on price we know the deal by no—“

“I don’t care, we all have to go over this because sometimes people..” Price says looking over at sopa who keeps kicking the side of your chair. “Tend to go their own ways and almost get everyone killed.”

“One time!” Soap yells making you finally snap and stand up from your chair. “..Y/n?”

“Ihr benehmt euch alle wie kleine verdammte Kinder! das bringt mich dazu, mich umzubringen!” You yell shaking your head and grabbing the file next to you. “Hör dir einfach den verdammten Price an! Verdammt noch mal mit euch allen!” 1("You all behave like little damn children! That makes me kill myself!) 2(Just listen to the damn price! Damn it with all of you)

“English Y/n.” Ghost says looking over at you. “English, we don’t understand you when you’re like this.”

“Fucking German! Jesus!” You yell shaking head and holding the file tightly. “Ich wollte euch nie in meinem Leben so sehr verletzen.” (I never wanted to hurt you so much in my life.)

“..Y/n are you okay?” Soap asks you reaching for your hand which you immediately move away. “Y/n!”

“No! Just! No!” You yell finally and storm out the briefing room.

“..Damn what her so triggered.” Gaz says looking at the others. “..She’s fucking terrifying..”

“She was speaking German wasn’t she?” Soap asks looking over at the others. “She was?”

“Someone or something push her into madness today.” Price says going to the door. “All of you stay here I’ll go check on her.”

The men nod as Price goes off to find you. He finds you mumbling and cleaning the room you share with them. Price slightly concerned about this whole new behavior walks over only to get a belt aim at him.

“Woah! Easy y/n.” Price says putting his hands up. “Easy.”

“..Geh weg, ich will dich nicht in meiner Nähe haben oder irgendjemand in meiner Nähe..” You mumble moving the belt away and setting it on his bed. (Go away, I don't want you near me or anyone near me)

“Y/n.. are you okay?” Price asks hearing footsteps down the hall. The others didn’t listen to him once more. “You can talk to m—“

“Can you just go away!?” You yell shaking your head. “God damn it! If someone is angry don’t go after them!!”

“Sargent Y/n!” Price yells making your body freeze. “Listen!”

The others are by the door now. Watching the whole mess display in front of them. Soap and Gaz are really concerned hoping the whole yelling doesn’t lead to anything else. Meanwhile Ghost.. his enjoyment has been found for today. Seeing you argue with Price.

“Look! I need to cool off and none of you are helping!” You yell sitting down on your bed. “I’ll go back when I’m d—“

“Why are you mad.” Price asks sitting on his bed now. “Tell me, talk to me.”

“..Can I just be alone?” You say again annoying him. “Please Captain.”

Gaz and Soap watch as your anger slowly dies. Ghost leans against the doorframe watching you and Price. Almost as if he was watching someone get therapy. Soap and Gaz will try to get into the room but Ghost body will block them from stepping in.

“Talk to me or else I’ll get you Laswell.” Prive says making you quickly sit up.

“God no, she always turns it into a therapy session..” You mumble rubbing your hands together. “I just been having a bad day.. and you guys weren’t helping by being annoying..”

“How is your day bad?” Price says looking at you, his eyes maintained on yours. “Y/n..?”

“My family.. kicked me out the Christmas party and.. some dumb rookie is making it impossible to teach them anything.” You pause for a moment and take a deep breath. “They claim that maybe someone else.. should teach them since I’m too soft on them.”

“Are you?” Gaz says making you slightly angry again.

“No! God damn it!” You day getting up from the bed. “I’m not!”

“Okay y/n no sit down.” Price says grabbing your arm. “Ignore them, they don’t exist.”

“Harsh..” Soap says leaning on Ghost. “Real harsh Captain..”

You sit back down and stare at Price. Soon, you calm down and explain to him everything. The family mess, rookie mess and your whole process of how to stop being mad.

Later in the future they will give you time to cool off. Still terrified on why you’d tart cleaning when your mad. Soap makes a couple jokes saying you should be more mad so the place is clean 24/7. Ghost smacks him every time he does that “joke”

Valeria “El sin nombre” Garza & Alejandro Vargas

Your watching them argue, like always. Valeria decided to join Alejandro again and fight for good. Yet arguments seem so common between them if they cross paths. This time it was about handling food for others, Alejandro believe hot stew would serve everyone well for the winter, yet Valeria thought it was stupid.

“Now that’s just stupid Alejandro.” Valeria says looking at the planned week. “They can’t have strew each night.”

“Stew is amazing!” Alejandro says looking over at her. “Right Rodolfo?”

“Im staying out of this.” Rodolfo quickly responds next to you. “Think you can handle this?”

“..Yeah just go home..” You mumble shaking your head at their stupid argument.

Rodolfo nods and leaves you with them. Their argument starting to get physical. Valeria grabs a plate and throws at it Alejandro, it almost hits you.

“Was zum Teufel! Hör einfach auf, über dummen Scheiß zu streiten! Verdammt, ihr benehmt euch beide wie kleine Kinder!!” You yell making both of them freeze and stare at you. “Das ist es! Fick dich und dich! Ihr zwei seid nur Kinder!” 1(What the hell! Just stop arguing about stupid shit! Damn, you both behave like little children!!) 2(That's it! Fuck you and you! You two are just children!)

“What?” Alejandro says slightly terrified. “Y/n, ether speak English or Spanish.”

“Fuck your English and Spanish!” You hiss at him and grab the paper they been looking over at. “Fuck this paper! Now get your lives in shape! You both agreed to do shit right and mend stuff between each other!”

“I can’t when this idiot wants to serve strew for a whole week!” Valeria says with a small laugh. “Who even wants that!”

“Don’t you dare disrespect my stew!” Alejandro yells at Valeria. “You crazy woman!”

“genügend! Egal, versöhne dich oder halt die Klappe mit dem Essen, und ich kümmere mich darum!” You yell making both of them jump and stare at you. “..Assholes! Now clean the broken shit! Now!” (Enough! Anyway, reconcile or shut up with the food, and I'll take care of it!)

“Your not my boss.” Valeria hisses at you with a cold stare.

“Oh I’m not?” You say taking your shoe off. “I’m not?! Get your ass over here!!”

The argument will end quickly and Alejandro will have to stop you from hurting Valeria. They will clean the broken glass and plates. Yet be slightly scared of you, but glad that you didn’t have a gun at hand.

They also stop getting into arguments when your around. They don’t like seeing you angry, mostly because they don’t know what your saying to them.

Rodolfo will find it funny that they behave around you now. I mean who wouldn’t?

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aleksanderscult · 1 month

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What kind of "Alina" did Aleksander want?

I've seen so many different people in this fandom give their own opinion about how did the Darkling wanted Alina to be.

Did he wanted her meek, weak and obedient?

Did he wanted her strong and powerful?

So I took the liberty of creating this post to analyze this issue through his own words, thoughts and actions.

I know how popular the "Aleksander wanted her submissive by the way he put that collar around her" theory it but it doesn't really stand because:

A) we will never know how things would turn out if Baghra didn't approach Alina that particular night but it actually seems that he wanted to take her with him to the north.

“The key to the Shadow Fold is finally within our grasp, and right now, I should be in the war room, hearing their report. I should be planning our trip north. But I’m not, am I?”

He couldn't keep the truth from her forever so at some point of that journey he would definitely spill the beans to her.

B) he forcefully put the collar around her throat because she showed resistance at the worst possible moment. The Darkling had already set the wheels in motion: the King was slowly getting sick and the whole country (and most importantly, their enemies) would know it (so he had to work fast before anybody got any ideas of siege, rebellion or war) and he himself would have to show his true colors and plans. By having Alina slip away and act all dramatically with Mal was a blow to his plan and stomach since not only he had Alina as an enemy now but he fell for her so her rejection hurt him on a personal level.

(that weekend MUST have been the worst of his life)

He didn't want her to take that power unwillingly:

Or steal her powers in a violent manner:

He had little time and little patience. He worked his ass off for centuries and tolerated so much bullshit from the monarchs. He wouldn't allow her to foil his schemes. But it's also interesting how his feelings got in the way too and, therefore, acted impulsively.

But! How did he want her?

Well, the very fact that he grew up around a very strong, powerful and stubborn woman is an answer by itself. Baghra's influence definitely played its part if you look at this from a psychological point of view.

“It seems that most men are after a significant other that will essentially replace their mum.

A recent study by eHarmony has found that 64 percent of men are in a relationship with someone who shares significant personality traits with their mother. Fortunately, it’s totally normal from an evolutionary, psychological standpoint.”

Many studies have shown that plenty of men and women search a partner that resembles their mother and father respectively.

It wouldn't be surprising if Aleksander was the same given how many centuries he spent with his own mother and how much of an influence the latter was to her son in his childhood.

There is an abundant amount of proof in the books that Aleksander wanted Alina to be strong, powerful, to embrace her true self and believed that there was more to her.

He thought of her as someone like him and could see himself in her, no matter how much Alina denied it.

Baghra raised him to value power, so seeing Alina shy away from it is strange and peculiar to him. She has the chance to change everything and she seeks things that are beneath her. Aleksander can't fathom that because he doesn't believe that she's meant for something as simple and pathetic as this.

He chastises her for the choices she makes and the wishes she has. She was destined to shine and be seen and here we are watching a girl trying to hide her potential.

If Aleksander wanted her submissive he would be glad to see her state in the beginning of S&S. She's weak, right? So a perfect victim to have that can't fight him back. But, in fact, he's furious, disappointed and unsurprised with her state.

Aleksander never wanted her meek or weak. He even admired her stubborness:

(there is a sense of admiration and annoyance here)

BUT he never wanted that stubborness and ferocity to be directed against him:

He even thought of her better than the men that surrounded her and believed that they couldn't measure up to her power:

The aftermath of their battle in the chapel is extremely interesting because we see the Darkling showing a genuine admiration for her powers and how quickly she (sort of) mastered them:

It also seemed that he showed understanding for the fact that she wanted to keep her freedom. Now that was a very good reason to fight him in his eyes. Since the Darkling himself believed in freedom and fought for it.

And, of course, he offered her a throne at his side. He didn't mind sharing power as long as she wasn't an obstacle to his plans.

He strongly believed in equality between them and according to the author he envisioned a future with her:

In order to have someone to keep your power under control then that person needs to be as powerful as you.

And then we have him at his most vulnerable state confess that he didn't lie about equality after all:

He talked about equality again and again. His disgust and anger every time he saw her weak from not using her powers was prevalent as well as his admiration every time she used her powers to their fullest.

The only thing in which he found her inferior to him was her knowledge of power. Which is understandable since Aleksander had much more time to understand it, study it and use it.

In RoW, his anger and disappointment for her state continues.

So:

1) He believed that she could rule as Queen and her life in hiding is not right for her.

2) He believed that she was meant to be powerful and strong and stood by that statement many times.

3) Didn't consider her life a worthy life at all.

The only character in the Grishaverse, the one that people keep saying that she wanted her weak, was the only one that wanted the opposite for her and considered her fate disgusting, wrong and tragic.

His plan of having Alina on an equal stand beside him continued in this book as well:

Which means that he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't intend to make a slave of her.

And of course her stubborness was a trait that he found annoying and admiring at the same time. It showcased how strong-willed she really was:

So according to his own thoughts and words, I would say that Aleksander actually admired her fierceness and determination. It showed strength and he found it attractive. In fact, it probably even enhanced his conviction that she was the right partner for him.

But he didn't want that hostility to be directed against him and his plans. Which is not weird at all because what kind of person would like someone to screw up his goals.

In conclusion: Aleksander was actually the biggest fan of "powerful Alina".

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sleepy-sirin · 11 months

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Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

Next chapter

A/n: Reader will be based on Jyahnar from GGZ

Prologue

Third POV:

They finally did it.

They finally defeated the Will of Honkai.

She finally defeated her own creator.

Back then, Y/n didn't care about humanity when she was born. Her creator simply told her to destroy humanity. Y/n woke up and considered the planet to be a fit world for her to rule, especially the vast blue ocean of the world.

Overseeing humans, Y/n concluded they are not worthy of being her slaves and used her Houkai energy to destroy the sanity of all humans alive at the time and especially whole empires to destroy themselves, ending the culture of mankind and destroying every creation made by man. After 5,000 years making the world in her image, she fell asleep in the pacific ocean

But it all changes when a certain white-haired female convinces her about humanity. She'll never forget the kindness that she receives from her no matter how Y/n almost destroys the Earth.

Y/n asked Kiana to destroy her. After the destruction, Y/n used the last remaining strength to shape a human body, expressing her longing for thousands of years.

When Houkai created her, in addition to genetically engraving the mission of exterminating mankind like other Houkai creatures, it also included other information. That is to let her come to this planet to find the trace of Kiana and to destroy humanity together with Kiana as the Messenger of the Houkai.

At the end of her life, Y/n hopes to become a human in the next life. Kiana didn't want Y/n to die like this and used the power of the saint to completely integrate the core into Y/n's human body. Y/n survived but fell into a deep sleep. Y/n promise Kiana that she will help defeat her own creator, the Will of Honkai, if they are ready to defeat it.

Right now, they all celebrate defeating the Will of Honkai and grief of the death of Seele and Sin Mal for their sacrifice.

Y/n couldn't help but feel sleepy all of a sudden, maybe because she uses too much of her powers. Bronya and Ninti notice you are sleepy and they try to wake you up.

You couldn't help but let the darkness consume you and block everyone who is calling for your name.

Y/n's POV:

Where am I?

Why is it so dark in here?

I look around to see nothing but darkness. Is this how death looks like? Is this how I die when my creator is gone, I disappear too... Maybe I shouldn't rebel the Will of Honkai with the humans if I disappear too.

But I didn't regret it. I only did it for the person that I admire, Kiana Kaslana. She's the reason why I want to save humanity, even though back then I try to persuade Kiana to destroy with humanity with me. Maybe I will get reincarnated as human, and find Kiana like I always do whenever she gets reincarnated.

I see a light above me, is it time for me to wake up now? Am I finally going to be a human? I reach out my hand to the light...

I open my eyes to see a ceiling above me, I sit up on the bed I was in and look through the window to see that I'm in space. I have no recollection sleeping through space since I always sleep in the ocean.

I saw two humans talking not far away from me, a woman who looks awfully familiar to me has bright red hair, and gold-colored eyes. She wears a white toga gown with red along the inside. A tall brown-eyed man with matching brown hair that has a small white streak. He wears a gray and white dress coat with a scarf and black armor on his chest. He also wears glasses, dark brown pants, black shoes, and a black glove on his right hand. The two humans saw that I am awake and walk to my direction.

"It looks like you're finally awake, child." The red-haired woman said.

"We have few questions for you to answer." The brown-haired male said and ask me few questions.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know my age."

"Where are you from?"

"Nowhere."

"Who's your parents?"

"I don't have parents."

The old man was done asking me questions but I knew there's something he wants to ask me in private, so he told the red-haired lady that he wants to talk to me in private. The red-haired woman listen and gave us some privacy.

It was now only the two of us, the brown-haired male ask me with a serious tone in his voice:

"You're a Herrscher, aren't you?"

I smirk at the question he asks, what a smart human he is to figure out who I am.

"Yes, I am a Herrscher. What a smart human you are."

The old man backed away from me and summoned his weapon, ready to engage battle with me.

"You Herrscher shouldn't exist anymore since the Will of Honkai is gone!"

"The Will of Honkai may be gone but you have forgotten that I am the creation of the Will of Honkai! I'm the most powerful Herrscher in the universe!"

As the two of us are ready to fight, 3 new humans have entered the room and noticed that the old man is literally fighting a "human" child.

"Mr.Yang, what are you doing?!" The pink-haired girl asked in a panic voice.

The red-haired woman came back to the room who looked shocked at the scene she witnessed.

"Everyone stay back! This child is not a human but a dangerous Herrscher!" The old man said.

"Don't you get it? I'm God! I'm beyond your understanding! You can never defeat me!"

#honkai #honkai x reader #child reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr himeko #welt yang #dan heng #march 7 hsr #hsr stelle #platonic #herrscher #jyahnar #ggz

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unactive-shroom · 3 months

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hello! i hope you're doing well. for your Valentine's event, may I request nikolai lantsov with prompt #4? have a great day!

Prompt #4: Proposal ♡

“It seems like someone has a very important question to ask… and what better time to do it but on Valentine’s night?”

Character: Nikolai Lantsov. See Valentine's Event: HERE

You stood at the edge of the lake, watching the purple glow of dusk slowly swallowing the last of the early February sunshine. It had been thirteen months since Alina Starkov had left the Little Palace, and despite her offering for you to join her and Mal, you had remained by Nikolai’s side in Os Alta. Recently you’ve found yourself taking the long winding path through the trees to the Little Palace, reminiscing about the days you would spend together at the lake, chatting and feasting on blini or pelmeni stolen from the kitchen. A hand snuck around your waist. “I thought I’d find you here.” You smiled and sunk into Nikolai’s warm embrace, not realising the cold that had crept up on you. “I get that the Grand Palace is ugly on the outside and all that, but really, y/n, you’ll catch a chill if you keep coming down here without warm clothes” he said as he fussed over you, pulling a heavy velvet cloak around you. Once satisfied that you were warm, he turned his attention to the lake. The silence stretched between you two until Nikolai softly said ”You know we can visit them, right? Keramzin isn’t too far away. We could stay a few nights, bring some gifts, maybe. Or maybe they could come visit us, either.” You chuckled at that part. “I think Alina’s had enough of the palaces by now. Besides, isn’t it too risky for them to come here? They are supposedly dead, you know. And I think that people might start to get suspicious if the King of Ravka and his entourage start to regularly visit an orphange.” he hummed in agreement, tilting his head. “It’s okay, Nikolai. We did just see them, what, two months ago? I’m just being nostalgic, that’s all. Let’s head back to the Palace, It’s cold.” He took your arm in his, a look of feigned pain on his face. “Funny how you always seem to want to go back whenever I join you. Unrequited love is a terrible, terrible thing. Am’st I doomed to be alone forever-?” You let go of his arm and strode ahead of him, in no mood to put up with his antics. “Y/n, wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, let’s go warm up, please?”

A few hours later, whilst Nikolai was in some meeting, you found yourself in the concert hall. Empty, as always, but with a beautiful, sleek, black grand piano in the centre of the stage. Your footsteps echo, magnifying your pathway to the stage, announcing your presence as you pull out the piano stool, and as you played, you thought about how you had gotten here. Going from a high ranking army officer, experienced in intense and gruesome warfare, fighting alongside friends and seeing horrors unlike any other, to sitting here now, in a sleek and comfortable kefta, playing piano, and living in a palace. Of course, you were still a very active member of the army, and while politics held a greater position in your life than it had previously, you still had many army duties, one including tuition at the little palace. But recently, no doubt accredited to Nikolai, you had a lot of free time. “Mandatory resting periods for those involved in the war”, as he called it. And, not to mention, the whole country’s eye on you and Nikolai after a stablehand had leaked information about yours and Nikolai’s relationship. At this point, you were simply waiting for the day where acquiring a Ravkan Queen, a wife for Nikolai, was simply unavoidable, and the relationship was cut off. It made you sick to the depths of your very being, but you were determined to enjoy it while it lasted. It’s something that had always hung over the two of you, and at the beginning of your courtship you had discussed it in great detail, and you were adamant on the fact that when the time came for Nikolai to choose a wife, they would simply forget their relationship and move on with their lives. But it was getting increasingly difficult for both of you. You’d noticed that Nikolai had been closer to you recently, constantly there whenever you both had free time, or, pestering you at work, egging you on to leave work to go read with him in the library or take a walk around the palace grounds. And you had felt closer to him too, saving snippets of poetry for him in books you read, playing melodies for him on piano. These small, intimate moments meant everything to you, especially knowing that Nikolai had very little time left to spend with you before he was married off to some stranger.

Leaving the concert hall and heading back to your chambers, you heard voices in the hallway ahead of you - Nikolai and Zoya. “I just- I don’t know how to tell her, Zoya. How can I ask her-?” he sighed audibly, running a hand through his hair. He turned, and locked eyes on you. “Oh- Y/n!” The marble floor seemed to grow colder through your shoes as Zoya looked at him meaningfully. “I think you and Nikolai ought to take a quick walk around the Palace, Y/n. I’ll see you in the morning, your Majesty. Good night.”. As Zoya’s footsteps echoed down the hallway, you felt your heart fall to your stomach. This was it. Nikolai was going to tell you he had found a suitable bride and that it was no longer possible for this relationship to continue. You swallowed, and smiled at Nikolai, not wanting to draw this out any longer. “Shall we?”

You and Nikolai walked side by side through the moonlit gardens in utter silence, until finally, stopping at the glaringly white marble statue of some old king, you stopped. “Nikolai, I know what’s happening.” You whispered, turning your head away from him. “You do? Y/n, I-” You shook your head. “Don’t. I undertsand, Nikolai. You need to do what’s best for your country, I’ve always loved that about you. Just…before we part ways, I need to ask you for one last thing - and then I’ll be gone by morning, your majesty.” You turned to face him, a single tear betraying your determination to not cry, only to find Nikolai on one knee, a look of utter bewilderness on his face. You mirrored the look, not knowing what he was doing. “…why are you on the ground? Nikolai, you’ll ruin your clothes, and it’s far too cold to be-” You sniffled. “Y/n. Please let me talk. I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, but you can’t leave now - and what’s this about us parting ways? I think you really misunderstood what I’m asking you.” Nikolai cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous. “I… I know that our relationship hasn’t been under the best circumstances - first as Sturmhond, when I quite litterally held you captive on a boat for the state enemy and yet you fell for me, Saints knows how, and then when I proposed marriage to Alina… and now, having to keep our relationship secret…” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s been impossibly unfair on you. But please, y/n. Allow me this selfish idea - at least consider it - because I mean it when I say that you are my everything. You thrive in politics, the people love you, you have given incredible service to Ravka, you’ve fought wars - been through hell and back for this country, your beauty is unmatched even by the primal, eldest saints of the land - the sun and moon themselves are outshone by your radiance. When I imagine the ideal Queen for this country, the only person I can see fitting the role is you. Y/n L/n, would you allow me the honour of being your husband? Will you marry me?” In a complete and utter state of shock, you took a step back, incrediously shaking your head. “Me? But- but Grisha can’t- I have no title, no links to nobility - I’m an orphan from Keramzin! What will you get from marrying me?” Nikolai remained on one knee, looking directly at you. “What would I get from marrying the love of my life? Saints, y/n, I would get happiness. I would be able to go to sleep in the arms of the person I love, be able to count on her unwavering support that she’s shown me since day one, be able to wake up every morning and know that whatever happens today, I have the most incredible person by my side. I would be able to feel safety in my role as King, with an incredibly capable Queen by my side, beloved of the people and the crown itself, and know that I will not have to spend my life yearning for the woman I sent away so that I could marry for political values, as she would be in her rightful place by my side. I would do anything for you, y/n. But I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me.”

At this point, your vision was blurry with tears, but you felt Nikolai take your hand. “Well, my love? What do you say?” You felt the tension in his gentle hold of your hand. “If you’re sure about this… then yes. I do. I will gladly marry you, Nikolai.” He beamed at you, standing up and wrapping you in his familiar, warm embrace. As he wiped the tears from your eyes, you giggled. “So does this mean that I get to call you Nikolai even when referring to you?” “You could always do that, my love.” “Yeah, but, if I did, I’d get funny looks. Oooh, can I give you nicknames now, too? How about Niko? LaiLai? Kolai? E-Kolai?” You gasped suddenly, startling Nikolai. “Oh, I have to tell Alina and Mal!” He smiled, then hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah, We’ll have to make a public address too. Then decide on the length of the engagement, do a tour, loads of boring court stuff - but it shouldn’t be too bad with you by my side. Now come along, it really is quite cold. How about we have a glass of brandy’s to celebrate? The one the Kerch ambassador sent awhile ago has been calling my name, but I simply hadn’t a good enough reason to break it out…”

A.n: Y’all the amount of Nikolai Requests I have in my inbox is INSANE. ALSO WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS I MIXED UP MAL AND MATHIAS?? so glad that I realised cause wtf. also I had to break up the last paragraph bc apparently tumblr has a limit of words u can have in one text block?? anyways. thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoyed <3

#~eden's valnetine's event #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #grishaverse x reader

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3cremepie3 · 3 months

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Hiii!

Can I request some angst with a happy ending with Malleus and Fem reader?

Like they get into a super bad argument cause of a misunderstanding and reader says a lot of nasty stuff. He now really thinks everybody hates him. But in the end reader apologizes and clears the misunderstanding. A kiss and make up fic?

You don’t say?

Synopsis - Y/n has changed for the worse. Their relationship hasn’t been affected until one night were the spark between Malleus and them falters. Malleus x gender neutral reader agnst and fluff!

Warnings - jealousy, cussing, depressive thoughts, degradation, accusations, Y/n is a bitch. Not proofread!

A/n - I was gonna do a whole series like this like 6 months ago with the twst dorm leaders. Thanks for brining this back 💋.

“He’s definitely my favorite person here.” You exclaimed hugging your best friend Leona tightly. His tail wrapped around you pulling you excessively closer. The crowd of your friends around you chuckled at your remark. Saying how cute your bond had grown. And how Leona was only such a softie for you.

Malleus watched in the corner his mood quickly growing sour. The air in the room grew tense but you were too caught up in Leona to tell. Other people quickly moved from around him scared of the Fae’s capabilities.

Leona caught wind of the tension shooting Malleus a wink as you cuddled him. Malleus's hand gripped the desk chair quickly splitting the wood. The chatter around you was too loud for anyone to notice. But the next person to sit there would fully fall through.

Malleus sprung up and walked out of the room. “What’s he doing,” you asked. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with him guys brb,” you waved. Your groups of friends snickered predicting the bickering that was about to happen.

“Mal stop walking so fast.” You heaved trying to catch up with him. His steps were much larger than yours and you were quickly left jogging next to him. “Why are you leaving we just got here. You begged me to get you an invite why have you changed your mind?”

He came to a sudden halt and you crashed into him. You rubbed your sore face as he faced you. “I thought I was your number one Y/n?” He asked a sad glint in his eyes further apparent from the soft moonlight. The cold air from the open hallway felt like it had knocked you over. “Yes, how could you ask that Mal.”

“You know I love you.” You reassured him squeezing his hand in a tight clasp. “Well, it doesn’t feel that way. Today you invited me out and I get it that I don’t tend to go over well, especially with others but I felt excluded.”

“And then that damn lion being so close to you,” he sighed. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before you cut him off. “You have gotta stop being so insecure Mal!” You scoffed then rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you a king? You need to act like one then and not like a little boy.”

“Jesus I understand I’m fine but there’s no need for you to be this clingy,” you chuckled. “What I’m saying is there’s no need for you to act like such a loser. You can have a social life if you just get yourself out there. FYI you have to stop being such a coward to do so,” you ranted.

Malleus had never heard you speak to someone in such a rude manner. “I can tell this is your so-called new friend's mannerisms rubbing off on you. Because my love you have changed drastically.” He dropped your hands off of yours the look on his face turned to a disappointed one. “My friends are amazing for your information don’t be mad because you don’t have an asshole,” you spat.

“It’s hard to find people who cherish you,” he admitted. “And here I thought I had one only to be mistaken this whole time.” You would never see Malleus cry he promised himself that once you got into a relationship. But this is the closest you would see him to a breakdown. He bit his lip not wanting to say anymore and his head hung low as he walked away.

Your mind quickly replayed what you had told him regretting it deeply. But you stood in the dark hallway your body held down by shame for too long. By the time you checked for Malleus running around the dark empty hallways until you were out of breath, he was gone.

It didn’t take long for you to find him the next day. And you tried to go up to him but you couldn’t get a word in as Sebek looked at you infuriated. Never had you seen him so red in your entire life. Your face felt hot since he was glaring daggers at you in class. “What’s up with him,” your friend asked? “He’s mad because Malleus and I got into a fight.”

“Ha, really what happened?” It’s not funny and I don’t want to talk about it,” you sulked. “Come on don’t be extra you’ll be okay you’re the bachelor/ bachelorette of this campus you’ll be fine!” No I won’t be fine I fucking loved him,” you screamed.

Your face grew red from embarrassment why did you blow up on your friend like that? You ran out of class surely you were gonna get written up but you didn’t care. You collapsed in the hallway exhausted from all your pent-up anger with yourself.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you hissed. “Yeah, I’m glad you realized that part,” Ace giggled. “Hey go easy on them can’t you see their upset,” Duece protested. “They didn’t go easy on when they betrayed us for those idiots. Don’t you remember that feeling of humility Duece,” Ace questioned.

Duece sighed having lost their quick argument. “Ace is right,” you frowned. “I a fucking nobody lost my king,” you cried. “Um Y/n you’re making a scene.” You could feel the stares of others around you. You sat up moping out of public view. Ace and Duece followed you around a bit trying to console you.

“It couldn’t have been that bad right?” He said I’m no longer his sweet girl god I want to throw up.” Your voice cracked with sadness. “And I called him an insecure loser without thinking of his feelings,” you added. Ace and Duece gasped.

“You called the future king of Briar Valley a loser,” Ace yelped. “Yes,” you muttered. “Wow, Y/n I’m glad he humbled you honestly,” Ace snickered. “Ace stop it’s clear they didn’t mean it. But seriously Y/n you do have some major audacity. It’s grown considerably in the past couple of months,” Deuce spoke.

You thought about what they had said to you as you walked back in class sitting with your head down on the table. Have you really changed that much over the past couple of months? And why were you undermining everyone else’s feelings? As Malleus would say to you “there’s no need to dwell on the past.”

You would have to sort things out immediately. That's why you snuck into his dorm skipping your last period to do so. You hid in his wardrobe squished between his fancy clothing. His clothes smelled like him and you couldn’t help but inhale them. God it had only been a day and you missed him so much.

You waited and waited for what felt like forever until you finally heard shuffling outside of the wardrobe. Heavy footsteps moved around his room. They grew fainter the clicking sound of his shoes disappearing indicating he took them off.

Your heart started to beat faster as you felt him creeping more and more towards you. “Malleus!” Lila called out to him stopping him in your tracks. “Coming.” His deep voice boomed. God, he was so close to you centimeters away from discovering your position.

But you heard as he walked out of the room answering Lila’s beckoning. You let out a breath relieved and you returned to the comfort of his clothes against your back. That comfort quickly was snatched from you as you were slammed out of the closet. Your body raged with pain as you were held in a chokehold. “Found them,” Silver screamed out.

His angry expression soon fell realizing it was you and not an assassin. “Oh, it’s just you Y/n?” God, I’m sorry,” he winced looking as though he was in more pain than you. Malleus and Lila rushed in with the announcement of your name. “Silver go get Sebek and call off code red.” I’ll leave you two alone.” Lila shut the door behind you and Malleus. You continued to cough still feeling Silvers strong gasp on your throat lingering on your skin.

Malleus stood in the corner not shooting a glance your way. You were the first to talk still out of breath. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” you laughed. But he stood with his arms crossed not amused. “Listen Mal I came here to say I’m sorry. I would’ve talked to you normally but I know Sebek wouldn’t have allowed me.”

“Today in class his glare was so sharp it practically killed me. You chuckled but it died off quickly and awkwardly. Everything was quiet even the activity outside seemed to stop. “I’m sorry Malleus.” You stood up trying to meet his eyes but he remained neutral. “You were right I’ve changed recently. I don’t know if it’s the pressure of this new world getting to me but I’ve become corrupted.”

“I can’t only blame others. I’ve been stupid enough to not see the greatness of what I had. Those months we spent together just lazing around at ramshackle were my happiest ones.” For a minute you thought you still weren’t getting through to him but his weight shifted as he turned towards you.

“I let others flattery get to my head so much that I started to believe it. That was my fault I should’ve known to never trust them. Most of them just wanted to get in my pants like you warned me. But I never listen because I want to believe that people just like me for me.”

“They only want my body so they could experience an “out of this world experience”,” you mocked. “And I was too delusional to listen to you. So I tried to change that by making friends. But I never considered your feelings and how I should have boundaries with them.”

“I was the coward who was too scared to put her relationship before her useless social life.” I pushed so many people away,” you cried. “Fuck I’ve lost everyone important and I still don’t understand why you were mad at me before that,” you wailed.

“I’m sorry Malleus I’m an idiot.” He huffed walking over to you. His hand-picked up your drooping head. “It’s hard to stay mad at you for long even if you’re being bitchy.” You gasped you had never heard him swear. But you deserved it. “I heard about you crying on campus. Silver and Sebek saw you and reported it to me.”

“Thank you for apologizing Y/n what you said hurt my love. But I’m willing to forgive you.” Really,” you exclaimed. “I’m so so sorry Mal you’re not a loser or a coward and you are a perfect king. I was only projecting.” You hugged him so tightly you thought your arms were gonna break. He laughed and your face lit up seeing a familiar sight.

“Promise me one thing, my love?” Hmm,” you perked. “You’ll stop hanging out with that lion and his crew they're ruining you. And that smug bastard is trying to take you from me. He thinks he’s slick.” You heard thunder crack outside with Malleus's statement pushing you even closer to him.

“Sorry I got a bit worked up,” he smirked. “I was just imagining the things I would do to him if he ever got too close.” You said he was your favorite person after all.” I meant he was my favorite beast person in my friend group Mal!” Why would I put him over you?”

“I must’ve misheard you then.” Wow, we were fighting the whole time over this,” you laughed. “I could’ve avoided hurting you.” But then we wouldn’t have reconnected,” he frowned. “You’re right Mal I say let’s kiss and make up.”

“Let’s do just that.” He said locking your lips either his. It had been a while since you last felt a kiss this passionate. You didn’t want to stop breathing no longer matter as you smothered each other. You fell onto his lap looking up at his face which was admiring yours. As stole another kiss from him you felt a change brewing between you. A good one.

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nijigasakilove · 4 months

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How is the MAL score so low after one episode lmao? No way people found it that bad. The anti shoujo bias on there is insane. It was a cute first episode and definitely got a lot of Mononogatari vibes from it which is a plus since that was one of my fave shows from last year. Also has some shades of Fruits Basket of course.

Definitely plays on some traditional shoujo tropes with Himari’s first view of Aoi being him naked, but I like the whole mystical inherited house set up. Her parents left that to her for a reason, why exactly i’m looking forward to finding out.

Couldn’t help but laughing at Aoi and the others reading the literal inheritance letter from Himari’s parents and still saying she needed to leave her own legal house lmao. When you see the types of things that happen in the house at night and the evil ayakashi who linger about the property you definitely understand why they wanted to keep her safe. But, if that’s what Himari wants to contend with, that’s her right

Aoi’s transformation/fight was pretty cool. I wonder if he’s half ayakashi then or something like botan from mononogatari

A kiss already!!? Wow even though it was a life saving move, still counts in my book

Lmao himari is a great businesswoman, first things first, rent due. And after Aoi blew up her phone I don’t blame her.

Fun first episode. Last year was a great year for shoujo stans and here’s to hoping 2024 is just as good if not better 🙏🏾

Also just realised Himari looks like a carbon copy of Erika from Kakkou

#animangahive #animanga hive #animanga #anime #shoujo anime #shoujo #seasonal anime #anime winter 2024 #winter 2024 anime #winter anime 2024 #the demon prince of momochi house #momochi san chi no ayakashi ouji

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seasaltandcopper · 10 months

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♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc) for your vamp series!

-Lonesome

Set years before the start of the series, during Mal’s first week with the hunters. This swerved a bit off prompt, but I had fun lol

hopefully this is the series you meant. it's the one i mentioned in the tags when i reblogged the prompts, but I know I inconveniently have like three vamp-centric ones, so apologies if it's not

Vampire Hunter AU

Edit: this prompt now has a continuation here

Rating: mature

Warnings: torture, captivity, dehumanization, non-sexual nudity, stress positions, profanity, burns, implied (future) whipping, vampire whumpee, multiple whumpers

They strung Mal up by his wrists in the middle of the room, which was, if nothing else, a change of scenery. After spending who knew how long cramped in a pitch-black cell with nothing but his own thoughts keeping him company, this almost felt like an improvement.

Almost.

Mal tried to think positive. Instead of kneeling, bent double on a brick floor until his legs screamed in agony and the muscles in his neck and back cramped and seized, he got to hang, balancing on his toes so he didn’t dislocate his fucking shoulders, and enjoy a whole different set of muscles cramping up instead.

Variety—the spice of life.

Mal shifted restlessly, fighting a losing battle to ease some of the strain on his shoulders. An ache built in the joints, fiery knots that ratcheted tighter and tighter each time he let his arms take his full weight. A muscle in the back of his calf twinged.

Mal breathed. In and out, bare chest rising and falling, pale skin ashy under the stark fluorescents. Being so…exposed in front of a crowd also stirred up a nervous, squirming kind of shame Mal unsuccessfully tried to ignore.

Realistically, he knew a few flimsy scraps of cloth wouldn’t protect him from this; being tortured would suck whether he was naked or not. It was just one more attempt to humiliate him, to reinforce his “place” as something subhuman, that quickly chipped away at his remaining pride.

Across the room, one of the hunters grinned, tapped his buddy on the arm, and nodded Mal’s direction.

Great.

For the first ten minutes or so after hanging Mal up like a piñata, they’d just watched, joking crudely and laughing amongst themselves. Too many sets of eyes sizing Mal up, like a piece of meat.

Or sharks smelling blood in the water.

Now, it looked like they were finally ready to play.

Slowly, the hunter prowled closer. He pulled a small, folding knife from his pocket. As far as blades went, it was pretty tame. Something meant for trimming twine or nails—only a couple inches long.

Smirking, he held it up for Mal to see. Waved it slowly back forth so dramatically that Mal finally rolled his eyes at the display.

The hunter stopped and arched his brow, taunting, “Think that’s funny, leech?”

“Of course not,” Mal said, dryly. “You and that nail file are terrifying. Really.”

Egging them on was stupid; Mal knew it was stupid. And for the most part he’d bitten back the snark and profanity and played it smart. He watched. Listened. Looked for opportunities, openings, any weakness he could exploit.

But every now and then Mal’s mouth still got the better of him.

The hunter snorted. Glanced at the pocket knife and made a show of looking it over before shrugging and folding it closed.

“Yeah,” he conceded, mildly. “Never was a big fan of knives, anyhow. Not for this shit.” The man waved a dismissive hand, and turned back to the gaggle of hunters. “Hey, Niall, pass me the No. 3 Braided?”

A couple of the hunters laughed. One of the women whistled. Another scoffed, the sound almost lost to a louder protest of, “What happened to starting small?”, that kicked off another round of jeers and abrasive laughter.

Unease prickled like sweat on the nape of Mal’s neck. He swallowed, fidgeting and letting his gaze drift from the hunter to the crowd behind him. The other man, Niall, strolled forward a moment later, a length of something heavy and black coiled in his hand.

A whip. That was a fucking whip.

Niall passed it over and retreated back to the sidelines to watch. Tension settled over the room. Anticipation.

Given the floor again, the hunter hefted the tool, then tilted it to give Mal a better look. Against his better judgment, Mal did. Something in the pit of his stomach tied itself in queasy knots.

“This here is one of my favorite correctional tools in our kit. Sleek, got a bit of weight to it, feels real good in your hand.” He unlooped a single coil, letting the tip dangle. “Comparable to your standard bullwhip—little shorter, because we’re not driving cattle with it. But the craftsmanship is what really sets this thing apart. You got your standard woven leather cording, but then see that there…?”

He dragged a finger down the length, angling the whip again so it caught the overhead light. Dull shine Mal first mistook for well-oiled leather came into terrifying clarity, all at once.

Oh, god…

“Silver thread,” the hunter confirmed, enjoying the dawning horror settling over his captive audience. “All braided in with the leather, can barely even see them. But when it hits one of your kind—” Casually, the hunter pressed the whip to Mal’s stomach, just above his navel. “It adds a little extra zing to your swing.”

The reaction was immediate.

Pain sizzled across Mal’s skin as the interwoven silver burned on contact. He hissed through his teeth, and tried unsuccessfully to flinch away. Bare feet skimmed the concrete, yanking hard against the shackles anchoring his legs to the floor, a precaution to keep him from kicking.

Smart. Because without it, the asshole in front of him would’ve already been dead.

Grinning, the hunter held the silver-braided loop there for a few more seconds, watching his captive squirm. When he finally relented, a bright red line of blistered flesh marred Mal’s belly, like he’d carelessly leaned against a hot stove.

Shit.

Mal was breathing hard, now. Shaking, from more than just the strain of the position. Fear—real fear—danced around the edges of his consciousness.

Anger, too. Bone-deep, stubborn defiance Mal sometimes swore he’d been born with. It’d kept him going this long. Helped him weather things that were, theoretically, scarier than a ragtag group of human bullies.

In reality, he’d never faced anything like this before.

Ears ringing, Mal stared the hunter down, fangs bared in a snarl.

Face darkened with cruel glee, the hunter leaned in close. Just shy of Mal’s biting range, but enough the heat of his breath puffed against Mal’s skin, like he was sharing a secret between the two of them.

“Most of them scream by three.” The muffled thwick of leather hitting the floor echoed in Mal’s ears. “But I bet you’ll make it to five.”

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sofipitch · 1 year

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Interview with the Vampire first draft trivia

I've been meaning to make this post for a while now so I'm doing it. The Vampire Companion is a reference book for the Vampire Chronicles made in collaboration with Anne Rice. It is basically the VC wiki in book form from the 90s but with analysis of lots of themes and symbolism (there's entries for literally anything got even a passing mention in the series, and example of entries on one page chose at random are " adventure, Aegean sea, aesthetic choice" with multiple paragraphs each I shit you not like the "Aegean sea" entry explains it is basically just mentioned in passing it is COMPREHENSIVE. It also famously has an entry for penis/phallus (none for vagina or vulva tho booo). This book features a lot of analysis of VC and it's themes and it is legit some of the worst analysis I've ever seen. A lot of it is in the Freudian mindset/style which *Kubrick stares in psychology student*. It also just reflects a lot of the opinions Anne Rice had about her characters she had in the 90s, the entry on Louis really shows she hates him.

HOWEVER The Vampire Companion has one really cool feature and that is that it mentions things that were in the first draft of IWTV which was later removed. I love this kind of trivia, I love reading the IMDB trivia for these kinds of facts, so I'm collecting them all here in this post:

Lestat was supposed to die in the fire at Rue Royale. When he comes back from the swamp it was originally his last appearance and even then when they meet the Nosferatu/zombie-like vampires of Eastern Europe Louis concludes that the murder attempt left Lestat like those vampires, literally an animated corpse when he came back from the swamp and to Louis, whether Lestat survived the fire or not, Lestat is dead

Lestat's original backstory in IWTV is that Lestat was a poet as a boy. I'm just transcribing this part bc I love it so much: "....it was his poetry full of dreams and longings, that endeared Louis to him. When Louis tries to get Lestat to talk about his poetry, Lestat curtly dismisses it, as if he views it as an idealistic boy's worthless fancies." T_T I think about this part a lot and I kind of wish this part had not been removed but given that Lestat was originally based on Anne's husband Stan who was a poet, she probably removed it for personal reasons.

Rice had originally planned for Louis's tone in IWTV to be similar to that of Oscar Wilde but it changed when she changed from the POV of Daniel (1st draft) to Louis (final version). As annoying as the constant quotation marks are in IWTV, I think nonstop "the vampire said___" would have been worse

The reporter says that Louis looks to be around 35 instead of the final 25

When in Paris Louis and Claudia both accidently run into a random vampire and he runs away scared, Louis and Claudia then make themselves more obvious as vampires to attract the others to them

One evening they come home and a whole bunch of vampires are in their flat, and they take them to a rotting mansion with older human servants who are hoping to be turned into vampires. There they finally meet Armand

The vampires then get together in a room and recite Baudelaire's "Les Fleurs du Mal" and then a blonde woman is brought in, begging for her life, and she is passed around as they drink from her. Louis is horrified but drinks from her, and then Armand takes Louis to his bedroom where a woman is asleep on the bed and Louis crawls into the bed and drinks from her, killing her in her sleep

The group of vampires have more strict rules than the theater ones seem to described as loving conformity, abhor wasted opportunities, and constantly provoking each other into dares and challenges (vampire Jackass). Louis doesn't like the vampires but Claudia joins them, dressing in all black, dies her hair white, and befriends 3 brothers and has fun tormenting priests

In the original version of IWTV Claudia goes off with three vampire brothers she meets in Paris and does not die (I think Claudia leaving and meeting Bruce in the AMC show might have been an allusion to this). However AR claims she experienced "psychological difficulties" (the book's phrasing not mine) until she rewrote the ending where Claudia dies. Having Louis grieve Claudia was cathartic for her

When the vampires learn that Claudia killed Lestat they think his death was just and no punishment is required XD

Louis finally leaves not fitting in and Armand chases after him, asking why he left and then leaves the others for Louis. He also tells Louis his backstory (which is never revealed in IWTV)

In the original draft of IWTV Claudia is described as 3 or 4 instead of 5

Anne Rice did not originally realize that Claudia, the 5 year old who can never die, was a projection of her own desire for her daughter who died at 5. She originally saw Claudia as a way to talk about how women can be infantilized or considered inferior to men, by making the way women can be treated (not intelligent, not strong, not rational) physical in the form of a child

AR did use Michelle's (her daughter's) physical appearance, blond hair and blue eyes for describing Claudia, but again, denies that she was aware of a deeper significance at the time, but says it made a lot of sense later. However Claudia's personality is not based on Michelle (which makes sense bc we mostly see an adult Claudia in the book and movie and Michelle died at 5)

AR originally planned for Armand to be a central figure and villain in Queen of the Damned but decided he wasn't evil enough (I think this is cute)

Armand was completely different. He is described as innocent and angelic and in his twenties (However the final version of IWTV simply describes him as young, being 17 was added later and I personally always see him as early 20s bc of how I pictured him reading IWTV)

Armand was originally only from Venice, not Kiev, son of a guilder and later living with his maker for over a century (similar to what we learn in TVL and TVA but not nearly as dark, no sex trafficking or pedophilia)

Louis and Armand originally genuinely have a good relationship, traveling the world together after leaving Paris, and at one point Louis convinces him finally that vampires are inherently evil, he offers to go into the sun with Louis T_T However Louis cannot bring himself to do that so he adopts Armand's morals

Armand shows Louis a way to humanely kill and drink, by identifying "Those Who Want To Die" and Louis describes going to a cemetery and finding the mother of a child who had passed doesn't want to live anymore and Armand gently kills her. However Louis decides he simply likes it better when is victims fight back

The original ending of IWTV is Louis mentions that he hates going back to New Orleans because it was where he met his mortal love, but he never elaborates on who this was. (??? Anne???) As the interview ends around there Daniel notices the sun coming up and starts backing out of the room while Louis keeps talking because he was still afraid of Louis eating him. XD Louis finally realizes what was going on when Daniel makes it all the way to his car XD and is angry with him and asks for the tapes back. Armand arrives and says Daniel should have the tapes, that what Louis really wants is the tale to be public. Louis and Armand get in a cab and ride off into the night together (I also wonder if the end of s1 being Louis and Armand holding hands in front of Daniel is an allusion to this)

AR also points out that the book has large tonal differences, she wondered if it was an issue but then decided she liked it, saying Louis is a cynical cold person who warms up and then grows cold again throughout the novel. This character arc was never intentional though

Anne Rice says two main inspirations for IWTV are Richard Matheson's "Dress of White Silk" which is from the POV of a child vampire, and the movie "Dracula's Daughter" which had a tragic and sensual vampire.

The original IWTV short story (which you can still read) is very different, the vampire is not like Louis but based on Oscar Wilde, she intended the tone to be ironic and witty. The vampire enjoys killing and tells the reporter that, and like in the books says "the room the interview is in is just a room" but at the end reveals he is waiting for the occupant to come home so he can kill him, and the reporter runs away frightened. Lestat does not really exist other than as a nameless maker and Claudia and Armand also do not exist

The Vampire Companion does not really have "first draft" comments on any of the other books (only the first 4 had been out when it was published). I imagine it is because an author's first book is usually subjected to more edits and rewrites while they are struggling to get it published, but once the foot is in the door you don't have to do that as much (and AR took this a step further with firing her editor after becoming a NYT bestseller!).

However there were a few things about characters who appear later which I found interesting:

In the Daniel entry she says she wanted to explore Armand and Daniel's relationship more in future books, which we know she never does :(

Gabrielle was deliberately based on AR's own mother. Her mother was a feminist activist, often making AR feel like her mother paid more attention to her activism than to her, which mirrors Lestat wishing Gabrielle would teach him to read so he can enjoy the escapism. However both Gabrielle and AR's mother were unhappy in their domestic motherly roles, which is reflected in Gabrielle. AR's mother was also an alcoholic and died when AR was young of complications due to alcoholism. AR deliberately wrote Lestat saving his mother from death by making her a vampire, and Gabrielle being freed from the expectations of her gender as a wish she could have done the same with her mother T_T

David is also meant to be her father, he was dying due to some heart disease at the time she wrote TOTBT (he was not actually dead yet but I think was by the time she published or shortly after) and David is described as dying due to similar causes. So she wrote once again one of her parents not dying but becoming immortal. TOTBT is also much darker compared to TVL and QOTD, the previous two Lestat narrated books, and her grief helps explain why (but also "AR pls go to therapy" challenge)

I also find this excerpt on Anne Rice projecting onto Lestat interesting bc this is VERY similar to what Gabrielle says to Lestat: "As a writer I put myself into Lestat much more deeply than I had put myself into Louis because I was dealing with aggression in Lestat, and dealing with my own repressions. Lestat was my male hero who could do what I couldn't. I wanted to get out of the mindset of the passive grieving person [from when she was writing IWTV]." :/

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lilisouless · 1 month

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I try to respect people that don’t like the ending of ruin and rising, but it’s hard cause most of them tend to ignore factual things and fill in the information with their bias.

Cause other than Alina losing and missing her powers, also I don’t really like Leigh’s reasoning for it, but people say that it undoes her character development and, first: powers are a physical thing , they are not related to character.

The the other is “she is sick and lonely just like she was at the start of the book” at the start of the book she was not respected nor believed she was worthy of that, at the end she is loved by the people that know she is alive and respected by everyone else (the ones not on the anti grisha crowd). Also she felt unloved by people that weren’t Mal, at the end of the book the fact that the grisha still wanted her around after losing her powers pretty much made her realize she was loved for herself, not just as a weapon or a symbol.

I’ll let aside the sick part because i don’t recall her being told to be sickly, i assumed she was healthy since the reason of her being sickly not using her powers and she was told to work plenty.

The lonely makes me laugh because, first: in real life actually that’s pretty much how it works after you get married l you get your own place where most of the time you are around only with your partner, kids if you have, and coworkers, while your friends you see them not daily on a non regular schedule unless you live near them. Like, most people live with their partner, not their friends, that’s how marriage works.

But even then, she is far from lonely, not only Mal is there , Misha is too young to be leaving soon, she also spends time with the kids , in RoW they are not around because she didn’t want to endanger them. Also it is told that Nikolai and the grisha actually do visit her often and writes to Genya on a regular basis. She is hardly lonely.

Also people say the lonely argument on the same breath they complain about Mal being revived, when we’ll, he was revived so she wouldn’t end up lonely cause,unless Leigh says otherwise one day, i think she’d go back to fix the orphanage, regardless if Mal was brought back or not. Let me tell you that other author would have just killed Alina off, here she was given a chance to keep living away from the pain of the war. Cause the theme was never “powes rule!” it was how war destroys people, to the point even the people that scape it, like Alina and Mal, don’t get out unharmed, they lost something very dear to them and do their best to live with the aftermath. Also, by this point the darkling has been revived three freaking years after his killing on a ritual i still don’t understand, so you will have to get over Mal being revived by now.

Also, she doesn’t spend all her alone time being nostalgic about her powers, other than working she finds joy in painting. People only focus on the ending about Alina’s powers but not that she started doing maps for the army and ended up doing paintings for herself and the kids that once were like her.

Like, you can dislike it, but i haven’t seen arguments against it that don’t contradict the canon , if get if you don’t like it you won’t read it often or try to remember it. But you can double check if you are going to say why it’s a bad ending and then give reasons that contradict what’s actually told.

I have said many times that i wished she kept her powers, my problems with that are Leigh’s external reasoning (which I am very skeptical on ) but it’s far from bad writing or undoing her whole journey: she is one of the few characters allowed to somehow have the chance of getting back the childhood she lost (compared to Genya,Inej or Kaz). The good things she did are still there, the things she learned are still there, going back to where she started would be her on a place she holds no power and feels marginalized, where she ended up on a place she is in charge and loved.

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cornflower-cowboy · 1 year

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"Am I dead?" Max says as she hears someone enter the hospital room. She's staring at her own body lying on the bed, bones broken, chest artificially inflated, knowing that the person won't answer her.

Because they can't. Not when her literal soul is standing outside her body.

"Probably not," a voice answers her causing Max to freeze. She'd know that voice from anyway.

She turns around and comes face to face with Billy. Billy who's definitely dead because she'd held his lifeless corpse in her arms, because she'd watched the EMTs declare him gone as they covered his body in a white cloth, because she'd watched as they lowered his body into the ground, never to come back out as it was re-covered with sand.

But there he is, looking well, clean clothes, neatly done hair, no injuries. He even has a small smile on his face. Not a smirk, not a forced polite smile, but a real one. Like the one she'd seen in an old photo she'd found in the room when they had been moving out.

"So I'm really dead?" Max asks, letting out a sob.

Surprising herself - and probably Billy - she runs to give him a hug, holding on tighter when his arms wrap around after a second of him standing stock still.

"You're not yet dead Maxine," Billy tells her. It's a whisper but it's firm, believing, as if he knows just by being with her. "You've still got your whole life ahead of you."

"What about you? What about your life?" Max says through her tears, pulling back to look at Billy. His eyes are rimmed red, like at the pool's sauna. Like at Starcourt. "You need to come back Billy. I want you to come back."

"You know that I can't Max," Billy says softly. Max did know, but hearing him confirm it breaks her heart. Even after everything, she still ended up missing him. She wished that they had done more for each other.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, fully stepping away from Billy. "For- for-"

"I know Max," Billy ruffles her hair. "I heard you when you were at my grave."

Max's head jerks up at that. "You were there?"

Billy nods.

"I wanted to tell you that I was sorry too, that I wished things had gone differently," billy says as he looks across the room, towards the bed where her body lies.

She looks so small in the bed, with tubes going into her body, machines surrounding her. Even her red hair is limp and lifeless against the white sheets. Aside from the lovely flowers Joyce Byers had gotten her, it feels like the only color in the room.

"I want you to live, Max," Billy says, turning to look at her. There's a determination in his eyes that she's never seen before, not like that. "I didn't drag my ghost all the way from my graveside just to have you give up. You're Mad Max, one of the best arcade gamers, aspiring skateboarder, and the most annoying shitbird."

That gets Max to laugh, making Billy smile at her.

"Why are you being so nice?" Max asks, the words coming out despite her not really wanting to know the answer.

"Because death has given me a lot of time to think about things," Billy says with a shrug. "Well, getting possessed had gotten the ball rolling. Which fuck you by the way."

"What did I do?" Max squeaks as Billy flicks her forehead.

"You couldn't have mentioned the other dimensional creature that wanted you dead?" Billy asks, glaring. Max wonders if death has made him soft around the edges since his glare doesn't even hold any heat.

"I didn't think you'd be affected," she defends. Billy chuckles softly and Max joins in. The entire situation feels so unbelievable, so surreal. "Did it really want me dead?"

Billy's smile drops. There's a brief pained look that goes across his face before he schools his features. It makes her heartbreak.

"Time for us to go Max," he says with a forced smile.

"Billy, where are you really?" Max asks.

"Right here Maxine."

"Stop lying," Max says, getting angry. She pushes against her brother and for a brief moment their back in the upside down. It's the hospital version and Billy's back to his injured, blood covered look from Starcourt Mall.

Then everything seems to snap back in place and Billy's back to looking like Billy.

"Where are we?" Max asks again, taking a step back from Billy. "Where are you?"

"You know where I am Maxine," Billy says, sounding resigned.

"Are you dead?"

"I-" A sigh "Not really, but I don't think so."

"What does that mean?" Max demands.

"Why don't you find out?" Billy suddenly challenges.

"What?" Max says, confused.

"Why don't you wake up and find out if I'm really alive or dead?"

"That doesn't seem like-"

"Maxine," the tone of Billy's voice cuts her off. "Wake up and come and find me."

Max doesn't know what to say for a minute. She has never seen him so serious before.

"okay," she chokes out before clearing her throat. "Okay, I'll come find you."

"Good, then I'll see you then," Billy smiles and it looks a little sad.

"How do I wake up though?" Max asks, having already tried everything in the two days that she had been watching her body.

"It doesn't really matter, not that you are ready to go back," Billy shrugs. Max nods and turns to look at her body.

In a moment of impulse, she decides to run towards the bed and belly flop on to it.

In a split second, she's gasping awake, her limbs suddenly heavy. There are doctors and nurses all around her, one even holding shock paddles.

"Max, oh my goodness, Max," her mother's cries draw her attention away from the faint laughter that sounds suspiciously like Billy's.

"What happened?" She tries to say, but the pain in her throat makes it hard. A nurse offers her some ice chips on a spoon, which she gratefully accepts.

"You stopped breathing, then your heart stopped and we thought you were going to die," Lucas says from where he's standing with the rest of the party in the corner of the room. "You nearly died Max."

"I-" Max cuts herself off, thinking back to Billy. That was why he had been so insistent that she wake up. He saved her life.

And she was going to make sure she found a way to return the favor.

#absolutely hate that ending but oh well #idk what this is #but im thinking of continuing it #i already have ideas #can you tell i wrote this in one sitting #max mayfield #billy hargrove #billy and max #stranger things #kasey creates

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hi! i read your dc timeline (fantastic job btw) and had trouble following all the titans/teen titans/young justice/outsiders stuff. so i was wondering what's the difference between those four groups/how many iterations of each group there were/who were their members?

Thanks! The differences between these groups is fairly easy to answer. The membership and iterations...not so much. I will first link to my (Teen) Titans reading order, which gives the gist of each era, and my Young Justice reading order (both preboot only).

Like any teams that last more than a few years, all four of those teams have had various iterations with various lineups. At the most basic level:

"Teen Titans" was initially a team of the original sidekicks (think Dick, Donna, Wally, etc), but has since become the default name for DC's current team of young heroes, whoever they may be.

"Titans" is specifically used for teams with that original generation of sidekicks, but now grown up as adults.

"Young Justice" is for the 90s generation of kid heroes (okay, some introduced in the 80s; think Tim, Bart, Cassie, etc), and has really only been used as a name for that group/generation.

And "Outsiders" is actually typically a Batman-led team of fully adult heroes that has the least overlap here--except for one particular iteration of the team in 2003 with young adult heroes, including Dick, Roy, and Kory.

tl;dr: The Titans and Young Justice are based on specific groups, the Teen Titans are any kid heroes, and the Outsiders are mostly irrelevant just with one major exception.

This means that:

Young Justice and the Titans have existed at the same time, one as the teen generation of Tim/Bart/etc, one as the young adult generation of Dick/Donna etc.

The Teen Titans and the Titans have existed at the same time. Though the naming is more confusing here, the idea is the same: the Teen Titans are the teen heroes (typically Tim-generation for this, maybe even younger), and the Titans are the Dick-generation young adults.

In recent years, the Teen Titans and Young Justice have existed at the same time. Young Justice remains the Tim-generation, and the Teen Titans are either an even newer, younger team (think Damian, Crush), or just DC's latest attempt at capitalizing on the famous name (typically with the characters known from the animated show: Raven, Cyborg, etc).

The Outsiders may or may not have existed in conjunction with any number of these, because they usually draw from a whole different set of potential characters.

As for the number of iterations and list of members...Yeah. Putting that under a cut.

A Pre-Flashpoint History

I’m going to thoroughly cover Titans/Teen Titans/Young Justice here, but I will be a lot less detailed on the Outsiders because I don’t know them as well.

The Teen Titans I (60s, 70s) sprang out of a team up between Dick Grayson/Robin, Wally West/Kid Flash, and Garth/Aqualad. The team was officially founded and formed by the fab five: those three, plus Donna Troy/Wonder Girl and Roy Harper/Speedy.

This team would have like a dozen other members at various points over the years, including Lilith Clay, Mal Duncan/Guardian/Herald, and Hank and Don Hall/Hawk and Dove.

They also briefly had a mostly-offscreen spinoff, the Titans West, which included such members as Gar Logan/Beast Boy, Bette Kane/Flamebird, and Hawk and Dove.

The Teen Titan got together in mid adolescence, and had a lot of cheesy adventures against such foes as Mad Mod and Ding Dong Daddy. They broke up when many members starting going off to college or otherwise moving on in life.

The New (Teen) Titans (80s), reassembled by Raven to fight her father, were half a reformation of old members (Dick, Donna, Wally, plus Gar now going by Changeling) and half new members (Raven, Koriand'r/Starfire, Vic Stone/Cyborg). As they were already all 18-19 when the team started--minus youngster Gar--the "Teen" was soon dropped from the name. Wally would end up leaving this team, and others like Joey Wilson/Jericho, Kole, and Danny Chase would join. Former Titans and allies, like Roy and Garth, would periodically show up to help out as well.

This run took a more serious tone and had a lot of character progression. It's when many of the first generation of sidekicks changed identities: Robin to Nightwing, Wonder Girl to Troia and later no codename, Speedy to Arsenal, etc. It also introduced such villains as Slade Wilson/Deathstroke (including the famous Judas Contract story with Terra), HIVE, Brother Blood, and Komand'r/Blackfire.

The original Outsiders I were also formed in the 80s, led by Batman and including iconic members like Black Lightning and Katana.

In the early 90s, the New Titans fell apart for a variety of terrible reasons and had massive shifts in membership. Half of them left or died or were completely changed; others like Leonid Kovar/Red Star, Pantha, and Miriam Delgado/Mirage joined, and the whole thing was a mess.

After a lot of spiraling, the team was almost entirely swapped to a largely new group funded by the government and led by Roy/Arsenal, including Gar, Miriam, Grant Emerson/Damage, Kyle Rayner/Green Lantern, Bart Allen/Impulse, Rose Wilson, Martix Supergirl, a maybe-new-maybe-not version of Terra, and more. This group was still under the New Titans name and in the same run, despite little member overlap. They split up when the government pulled funding.

Apparently there was another iteration of the Outsiders II briefly in the mid-90s, but I truly cannot tell you much about it. Still unrelated to the younger generations.

The Teen Titans II (mid 90s) were the first group to use the name with zero tie to the founders. Led by a de-aged Ray Palmer/Atom, this group consisted of teens kidnapped by aliens and genetically modified--Toni Monetti/Argent, Isiah Crockett/Joto, Audrey Spears/Prysm, and Cody Discoll/Risk. This run only lasted a couple years.

Young Justice I (late 90s/early 00s) sprang out of a team up between Tim Drake/Robin, Superboy (later named Kon-el), Bart Allen/Impulse, and Secret. The team shortly added Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl and Cissie King-Jones/Arrowette, and later Anita Fite/Empress, Slobo, and Ray Terril/Ray. Under the vague mentorship of Red Tornado, this group had wacky coming of age adventures.

This is also when teams start to overlap:

The Titans I (late 90s/early 00s) formed out of the original (teen) Titans just really missing each other, okay? This team melded together the original fab five (Wally now the Flash; Garth now Tempest), Cyborg and Starfire of the original New Titans, Grant/Damage of Arsenal's New Titans, Toni/Argent of the second Teen Titans, and new-to-the-titans Jesse Quick. Other old Titans appeared here and there (Rose Wilson as Lian's babysitter <3), and a number of the starting group left along the way.

Events in 2003 broke up both Young Justice and the Titans simultaneously, and members shuffled around.

A few of the now-former Titans joined the Outsiders III (mid 00s), the one version of that team relevant here. The team was formed by Roy and initially led by Dick, and included members like Grace Choi, Anissa Pierce/Thunder, Metamorpho/Shift, and later Jennifer-Lynn Hayden/Jade and Kory/Starfire. This team was kind of a disaster (compliment) and the series took an adult tone with mature themes.

(Note: I dig the 2003 Outsiders, but there was no reason for them to be called the Outsiders. It’s just hollow name reuse for no reason.)

Meanwhile, the Teen Titans III (mid 00s-early 10s) formed with a combination of older members from the New Titans--like Kory, Vic, and Gar (Beast Boy again)--and younger members from Young Justice--Tim, Cassie, Kon-El Conner Kent, and Bart. Others like Raven and Mia Dearden/Speedy joined later.

Honestly I’m having a hard time cleanly describing the tone/identity of this series. It was a superheroes series about a team of young heroes/sidekicks. Idk. It exists and ran for a long time.

After the Infinite Crisis in 2006, everything in DC jumped One Year Later. Over the course of that missing year, the Teen Titans had a variety of rotating, mostly second-string members. But that’s really just briefly seen in 52 and never had any real appearances, so whatever.

After One Year Later, the team did have a major shake up. All the young adult members left, leaving just the teens, and many new members joined. And left. And joined. And left. I think Cassie is the only consistent member. There is a lot of turnover in the back half of this series, but some Teen Titans here include: Rose Wilson/Ravager, M’gann Morzz/Miss Martian, Eddie Bloomberg/Kid Devil/Red Devil, Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle, and Amy Allen/Bombshell.

This constantly-rotating team would last all the way until the New 52.

Meanwhile the older generation kept switching:

The Outsiders also had a shake up after One Year Later, when it turned out they were all now fugitives for accidentally maybe doing some bad stuff. (Most important to me, Roy left so what is even the point now. “Dick is still there,” yeah but he’s not being a bitch (entertaining) anymore; he’s just grumpy.) Much of the team was gone by now, but they added Owen Mercer/Captain Boomerang Jr and Katana.

Only like a year (irl) later, Batman decided he wanted this to be his team again, and almost the entirety of the team swapped out for the Outsiders IV, which was more like the original/standard line-up, with only a few from the unusual 2003 iteration.

With the Outsiders a team of real adults again, many of the young adults were freed up. And you know what that means! Titans II (late 00s): these friends truly cannot stay away from each other. It’s a combination of the original team and the NTT: Dick, Roy (now Red Arrow), Donna, Wally, Kory, and Vic.

And also Gar and Raven kept moving between the Titans and the Teen Titans, because DC couldn’t decide how old they were supposed to be after Raven’s de-aging.

Despite the great line-up, these Titans were not to last, as DC was making a lot of changes and half the characters had other things to do. Dick had to replace a missing Bruce as Batman. Wally was always over-taxed as the Flash on the JLA and the Titans. Roy’s daughter was killed, leading him to relapse, in what everyone naively thought was the worst writing Roy would ever have before the New 52 proved just how much worse it could get. The team fell apart.

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke swooped in to form the Titans: Villains for Hire (early 10s) a team of villains and morally grey characters like Cheshire, Osiris, and [deep sigh] downward spiral Roy (now Arsenal once again), all with their own agendas.

(Note: it’s dumb as hell that this team was called the Titans. It was even more hollow name re-use. Come on, DC, just make up a new name for once.)

In the very end, the villain part split and there was a glimmer that a healing Roy and a resurrected/not evil (long story) Joey Wilson might make a new Titans team, an abandoned idea that lingers in my mind to this day...

But t’was not to be because--

A Prime Earth History

Flashpoint blew up and rebooted the entire universe.

This recap will be shakier, as I have not read anything from the latter part of it. (Still trapped in the New 52 over here.) Also I’m going to stop recapping the Outsiders entirely, sorry.

In the New 52, all history and most of what made DC good was erased. The Titans had never existed.

The (New 52) Teen Titans IV (early/mid 10s) were, in their continuity, the first team of that name. This team included rebooted, in-name only versions of Tim Drake [redacted]/Red Robin, Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl, Kon-El/Superboy, Bart Allen Bar Torr/Kid Flash, Kiran Singh/Solstice, Miguel Barragan/Bunker, etc.

The theme of this run was “bad writing” and the tone was “awful”. Somehow it lasted the entire New 52 and into Rebirth.

My knowledge is really, really shaky after this:

The (Rebirth) Titans III (late 10s) formed with the original generation finally reunited, after fans revolted in the face of DC trying to erase Wally West from existence. This team had the fab five and fellow original (Teen) Titan, Lilith/Omen.

Then the (Rebirth) Teen Titans V (late 10s) formed, with a bunch of iconic young adult characters like Kory, Vic, and Gar, plus teenager Wallace West/Kid Flash (not that one; there are two Wally Wests now) and Damian Wayne/Robin. Apparently Damian is the leader of this team despite being the only child on it and. why. I don’t understand.

At some point that team revamped and became entirely a team of youngsters like Damian, Wallace, the new Red Arrow/Emiko Queen, and Xiomara Rojas/Crush.

Young Justice II (late 10s/early 20s) reformed after a while, with the universe slowly restoring bits from New Earth. This team was Kon, Bart, Tim, Cassie, and a few new peers like Jinny Hex and Teen Lantern.

The (Teen?) Titans Academy (early 20s) I believed formed with the idea of older, established Titans like Vic, Donna, Kory, etc mentoring a whole bunch of very new young heroes who I’m looking at the wiki list for and boy that’s a lot of names. Huh. I think this one is still ongoing?

Which means we have reached the present, and my list now ends.

I wonder if this makes the top 5 for my longest posts.

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