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descendant-of-evil · 1 year

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Under Her Shadow| Gil LeGume

Pairing: Platonic!Gil x Mal's Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,667

Trigger warning: this story contains themes of emotional neglect and family dysfunction.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a one-shot, so please don't be too harsh on me...

Summary: Basically it's a sad & lonely-reader meeting and befriending the ball-of-sunshine that is Gil LeGume...

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You stand in a secluded alley on the Isle of the Lost, watching as Mal and her friends wreak havoc on the poor inhabitants of this forsaken place. You are Mal's younger sister, but it often feels like you don't even exist to your own mother, Maleficent, who openly favors Mal over you, always praising her older daughter's every move and putting her on a pedestal. Meanwhile, you are left in the shadows, feeling invisible and unwanted.

You watch as Mal struts around with her new friends, Jay, Evie, and Carlos. They are now the most infamous gang of Vks on the İsle, known as the "Core Four", and Mal is the leader. They’ve been inseparable since going on that crazy quest (that you weren’t part of) to retrieve Maleficent’s scepter: The Dragon’s Eye.

As you see them all laughing and joking together, a bitter wave of loneliness washes over you (despite knowing that deep down, you'll never fit in with them, no matter how hard you try). You have no one to talk to, no one to confide in, and no one to call a friend.

You try to approach Mal, to see if she'll pay any attention to you, but she brushes you off with a wave of her hand. She's too busy with her new friends, and you're just an afterthought. As the day wears on, you find yourself feeling more and more isolated. You watch as Mal and her friends plan their next scheme, and you know you'll never be a part of it.

Eventually, you decide to wander off on your own. You find yourself in the docks, sitting on a barrel, feeling sorry for yourself. You can't help but wonder why your mother doesn't love you as much as she loves Mal. What did you do wrong?

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see a boy standing in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. It's Gil LeGume, son of Gaston.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing how to answer.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill over. "No," you whisper.

Gil sits down beside you, and you're surprised at how comfortable you feel around him. You've always been too disgusted by Gaston and his sons to talk to them, but Gil seems different.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft.

Trusting your instincts, you take a deep breath and tell him everything. About how Maleficent favors Mal over you, about how you feel invisible and unwanted. About how you're always left out and never included.

Gil listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. When you're finished, he puts his arm around you, and you lean into him. It's the first time in a long time that you've felt comforted.

"You know," Gil says, "Blood-Family isn't everything. You don't need the approval of your mother to be happy."

You look up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you shouldn't have to strive to be like Mal, for Maleficent’s approval. You don't have to follow in her footsteps. You can be your own person, and make your own choices. You can do whatever you want and be whomever you want to be… That’s what İ did and İ’ve never been happier."

You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to be in Mal's shadow forever.

Gil stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. "Come on," he says, "Let's go to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, I heard that the fries are on discount today."

You smile, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Maybe today isn't so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow.

As you and Gil walk through the Isle of the Lost, you start to see things in a different light. You notice people and places that you've never seen before, and you begin to realize that there's a whole world outside of Mal's group.

You and Gil sit on a bench, eating your chips and talking about everything and nothing. You tell him about your favorite things, like reading and drawing, and he tells you about his love for pirating and sports.

It's the first time in a long time that you've had a real conversation with someone, and you realize how much you've been missing out on.

When the sun starts to set, Gil walks you back to your home. You thank him for spending time with you, and he gives you a smile that makes your heart flutter.

As you walk into your house, you're surprised to see Maleficent waiting for you. She looks angry, and you feel a pang of fear in your chest.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" she demands, her eyes narrowed.

"I was just out," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Out where?" she snaps.

"Just around," you say, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

Maleficent glares at you for a few more seconds before storming off, leaving you standing there, feeling small and insignificant.

You walk up to your room, closing the door behind you. You sit on your bed, staring at the wall, feeling tears sting your eyes. You thought maybe things were going to change, but now you feel like you're right back where you started.

As the night wears on, you can hear Mal and her friends laughing and having fun outside your window. You try to ignore them, but their voices carry, taunting you with their happiness.

You pull your blanket up around your shoulders, feeling alone and forgotten. You try to remind yourself of what Gil said earlier, that you don't need to be like Mal or her friends, that you can make your own choices.

But it's hard to believe that when you feel so unloved and unwanted.

Eventually, you fall asleep, but your dreams are plagued with visions of Mal and Maleficent, both of them looking down on you with disdain.

When you wake up in the morning, you feel drained and exhausted. You don't want to face another day of feeling like you don't belong.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you decide to try to take his advice. You grab a notebook and start to write, letting your imagination run wild.

As the day wears on, you find yourself getting lost in your poetry, forgetting about the world outside your bedroom window.

You're surprised when you hear a knock on the balcony of your window. You look up to see Gil standing there, a shy smile on his face.

"Hey," he says, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again today?"

You smile, feeling warmth in your chest. Maybe things are starting to change after all.

Together, you and Gil explore the Isle of the Lost, discovering new places and things to do. You feel like you're finally starting to find your own place in the world, as your own person.

As the sun starts to set, you and Gil sit on a rooftop overlooking the Isle of the Lost. You talk about everything and nothing, and you realize how much you've come to value his friendship.

"You know," Gil says, "You're pretty fun to hang out with."

You laugh, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," you say, feeling a happiness that you haven't felt in a long time.

As the night wears on, you and Gil walk back to your house. You say goodnight, feeling a sense of contentment that you haven't felt in a long time.

But as soon as you open the door to your house, that sense of contentment disappears. Maleficent is waiting for you, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"Where have you been, this time?" she demands.

You feel a knot form in your stomach as you try to come up with an answer. "Out with a friend," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maleficent glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "Out with a friend? Fool! Villains don't have friends, only allies… Your sister is a leader with three minions, why can’t you be more like her?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

You feel tears sting your eyes as you realize that nothing has changed. Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, and nothing you do can change that.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you find a newfound strength inside of you. You stand up straighter, looking Maleficent in the eye.

"I'm my own person," you say, your voice steady. "I don't need to be like Mal to be happy."

Maleficent's expression softens for a moment, but then it hardens again. "You'll never be as good as Mal," she says, her voice cold.

You feel a sense of defeat wash over you as Maleficent walks away, leaving you standing there, alone and forgotten once again.

But then you remember the happiness you felt with Gil, and you realize that you don't need Maleficent's approval to be happy. You have your own interests and your own passions, and you don't need to live in Mal's shadow anymore.

From that moment on, you start to embrace your own identity. You spend most of your time with Gil, exploring the Isle of the Lost and discovering new things. You draw and read and write, finding joy in the things that make you unique.

And even though Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, you now know that you don't need her approval to be happy. You have your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow, and you've finally embraced the fact that you don't need to be anyone but yourself to be happy…

#descendants #disney descendants #descendants x reader #gil legume #the isle of the lost #gil x reader #descendants fandom #descendants fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #sister reader #maleficent #oneshot #imagine

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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TWST Incorrect quotes#300 WE MADE IT

When He First Met You:

… I just really hate your face Though I know that won't surprise you But, to me, your skin is one giant wartAnd your laugh's one big snort And you stink, so in short I despise you You disgrace the human race 'Cause you're more of a mosquito I would rather have the dentist and drill Then this swine in the swill And if you were a bill, I would veto And if the world was perfect, you would be gone without a trace But since the world could never be that great I'll just hate your stupid face

When The Realized They Liked you:

… Oh, noNo I just really like your face You don't have to look so happy I'm not really into love that you flaunt In some glittery font But if that's what you want Make it snappy I just feel so out of place Well, except for when you're near me When you're gone, I'm like a plant with no root Or a song that's on mute Don't you dare call it cute! You should fear me! And if the world was perfect, you would've never invaded my spaceBut since the world's obsessed with saying, "psych!" Now I like your stupid face

After Your First BIG fight:

… I just really miss your face Though, by now, I must disgust you I had tried to be the stubbornest mule 'Cause I knew life was cruel So I guess I was foolish to trust you But I wait here just in case Though I know I'm being senseless How could I have ever been so naive And wear my heart on my sleeve When I knew it would leave me defenseless? And if the world was perfect, you would be here in my embrace

But since the world denied me one last kiss I'll just miss your stupid face

The Forgiveness:

… What are you doing here? I didn't run away! It was... it was a strategic retreat What is there to talk about? It's over—I ruined it Well, yeah of course I'm sorry, but No, no, don't forgive me! Why do you do that? Why—why give me another chance to mess things up? Because you—what? Those three little words Out of the blue Completely uncalled for Especially from you Why don't you hate me? Why do you care? Can't you berate me? Isn't that fair? Where is your glare? Don't you dare leave our problems and pain on the shelf! Because if you don't hate me, I can't hate myself But that's why I need you You shatter my fear 'Cause despite my misdeed, you are still right here Though it's stupid to date me You're willing to try And if you don't hate me, then why should I? Are you sure you don't want to give up on me? You're a moron

The Aftermath:

… So you think that we could work? Here I thought I'd been the dumb one—what? You're forgiving me for all I did wrong You're unmuting the song And, again, I belong to someone No! You can drop the stupid smirk Though by now I guess you've earned that 'Cause no matter how intensely I pout Your stupid face will win out And I guess it's about time I learned that And though we go together like a Chanel Nº 5 and mace At least it's not as dull as fitting like a glove 'Cause you're a nightmare that I've not been dreaming ofBut I suppose that when push comes to shove Fine!

I love your stupid face

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!WE MADE IT 300 QUOTES!?-Also isn't this song PERFECT for him?~

...Except for certain couple ones who never call ya stupid

Trey, Deuce,Kalim, Ortho,Rook(Cuz He a Romantic one), Ortho(Planotic), Silver and Lilia, and of course MAL...tho some lyrics he would sing

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unrequitedloveletter · 8 months

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A Start- N.L x fem! reader

all right! This one was requested by @naushtheaspiringauthor! Naush, if you're reading this I am so sorry that this request took so long to write! I've been struggling with motivation as far as writing requests is concerned lately and today I had a bit of coffee to help me get started! I hope you like it and if you don't, feel free to reach out and I'll make the necessary changes.

The type of Grisha that was wanted for this fic was never specified so I went ahead and had her be a tidemaker, which I hope is all right!

Fic type-this is a bit of both angst and fluff

warnings- a lot of mentions of the war, a mention of throwing someone overboard, and this is not my best work as far as editing is concerned--I kind of rushed it a bit because I am running on motivative fumes right now and didn't want to lose motivation part of the way through the editing process.

You were standing at the bow of the Volkvolny, Alina Starkov not three feet to your left. She had her gaze to the sea just as you did, unblinking and unphased but relentless in her hatred for the Darkling, just as everyone else silently was on the boat.

You were one of the Tidemakers on Sturmhonds crew, having been brought on by Tamar and only on your second day aboard the Volkvolny. You hadn't officially met Sturmhond yet but you didn't doubt that you would in due time, if the hostage situation that the Darkling had brought onto the boat was to be of any indication.

Your gaze was on the sea as the Darkling approached and hauled Alina away, lost in your own thoughts of life when you got to land again--comfortable bed, decent food, everything you needed to be content in that moment.

You headed away from the bow of the ship, thanking Tamar as she passed you one of the rum rations she'd just won in a game of cards, trying not to listen in on the conversation between Alina, Sturmhond, and the Darkling that was happening barely three feet away from you. You nearly let your curiosity get the best of you but with a sip of your rum you found yourself tired and ready to do anything but eavesdrop.

You let Tamar drag you off to a game of rummy, laughing a bit as she led you away and your rum sloshed around a bit in the mug, ready to get drunker than words could describe and barely remember it all through the haze generated by your headache the following morning.

The weeks passed, and you found yourself assigned to Mals care. You didn't fight it because, while you were on Sturmhonds crew, you were stuck taking orders from the Darkling while Mal hunted for the Sea Whip and Alinas second amplifier. With the second amplifier, Alina would get stronger, and eventually she'd be able to kill him.

You planned to watch the Darkling meet the end he deserved, for all that he'd done to your country and for all that he'd done to the people you held closest, and if getting a step closer to witnessing his death meant looking after one of the people he took prisoner, so be it.

Mal noticed that you, for someone who he thought must've been on the Darklings staff, were much kinder than those he'd dealt with in the previous few days, and as you purposefully lead him past Alina so that their hands might graze for a moment, a fleeting look might have been exchanged, all you could do was shrug.

"He trusts me because I'm willing to wear a bit of black and because the bastard thinks of Sturmhonds crew as his bloody own," you said. "Enjoy your fresh air while it lasts, lover boy. I'll try to persuade Alinas guards into letting the two of you have a chat after dinner."

"Why are you being so kind to us?" Mal asked, ignoring the whip of the wind as it drove past the two of you. "You seem quite stoic."

"You're using stoic in the place of rude and I don't appreciate that--I am stoic but rude is not something that I am or ever will be," you said. "I am being kind to you because you've gone without it for too long. You go without kindness for more than a few weeks and you'll turn out exactly as I have--reluctant to let people in, keeping everyone at arms length. Nothing will happen to you if you go down that route, and if anything does happen to you, it will be as rare as a dandelion in winter."

"And I think it's because of Sturmhond," Mal said. "You've clearly started to fancy the bloke and maybe you think that getting in our good favor will get you in his?"

"I am a twenty-one year old woman," you said. "I do not need to ferry the favor of a couple of seventeen year olds, regardless of the fact that one of them is a saint, to gain the favor of my own bloody boss, Mr. Oretsev, but thank you for that. I totally appreciate your assumptions."

"It's not an assumption," Mal said. "It's an observation. I noticed the way that you watched him when he was with Alina the other day--you don't think you're the type he'll fall for, do you? That's why, even despite the fact that every time he grins at you flirtatiously you grin back like a sheep caught between the crossfire of two gun wielding idiots, you haven't made a move? You haven't offered him the rum ration you win from a game of rummy?"

"Another word of Sturmhond and I will throw the both of us overboard, Mr. Oretsev. Am I understood?"

"You are indeed," Mal said. "I would even say that I understand your words as well as I understand your lovesickness whenever you look at him--Alinas taken to calling him the clever fox because of his hair. You're falling for a ginger. You have a good time with that."

You scoffed, having no intention to make good on your threats to him.

It was true that you'd fallen for the handsome privateer and it was also true that, in direct relation to his treatment of Alina, you never thought he would fall for one of your sort. A privateer and a Grisha wouldn't work and you had no idea why, in the weeks since you were first brought onto the team by Tamar, you'd thought it probably could've.

They were your delusions, though, and because they were your delusions you would learn to live with them just as everyone else learned to live with their own.

Time passed. The civil war was ended in a burst of sun and star and the death of a saint. Nikolai returned to his palaces and found that they felt too empty for his liking.

He couldn't place why, nor what could've been done to fix it, until one day Tamar came into the guards break room smiling, a letter in hand.

"Got a pen pal, do you?" Nikolai asked. At that, Tamar scrunched her nose in his direction and gestured to the plate of biscuits on the center of the table at which they sat. Genya pushed back a curtain to let a bit of light into the room, and begrudgingly, Nikolai grabbed a biscuit.

"Tame your demons today," Tamar said. "We have a trip to make to Ketterdam and I have secured us a place to stay that's not the embassy but will indeed provide more than enough protection in it's place while renovations continue after the oil leak. Nikolai, you remember Y/N, don't you?"

The girl he'd fallen for during the civil war? How could he ever have forgotten.

He'd loved you in silence, in glances to you while you stood and chatted with Zoya and Genya, while you laughed with Tamar and stole pieces of bacon from Tolya in exchange for your rum rations while travelling. The way he'd felt about you had snuck up on him in the days of the civil war, and despite all of his trying, it hadn't gone away since.

"How can he forget her?" Zoya asked. "The amount of loving looks he thinks nobody saw him give her during the war is astounding. Why bring her up?"

"Well, as mentioned, there was an oil leak at the Ravkan Embassy. We needed a place to stay in Ketterdam while we're there on business so I figured I'd reach out to a rumored member of the Council of Tides and see what she could do."

"And what all has she done?" Nikolai asked.

"She lives in a mansion in the merchants district. Six bedrooms and a nice kitchen, good food for the duration of our stay. I asked if she wouldn't mind our company and she said to come whenever."

Zoya smirked and Genya clasped her hands together, a grin adorning her face almost instantly. Nikolais gaze drifted to David, who was watching his wife with a smile of his own.

"I've missed her," Genya said. "I know we'll be there on business but it'll be nice to see an old friend."

Zoya glanced at Nikolai. "Or perhaps reignite an old flame," she said as Tamar wiggled her eyebrows, a giggle befalling her lips as she did.

"A flame that was never ignited in the first place?" Nikolai asked. "Write back to Y/N thanking her for her ability to accommodate us. I will see to it that she is fairly compensated for allowing us to lodge with her if she finds taking time off of work a necessity."

Tamar nodded. "I already wrote a note and sent it along," she said. "Eat breakfast, Nikolai. Your stuff is packed and waiting on the ship. We leave today."

"Ring for tea, will you?" David asked. Nikolai laughed a bit but did Davids bidding, trying to mentally get himself ready to visit the woman he loved but had not seen in too much time to count.

Two weeks came to pass, and Nikolai had found himself approaching your garden, mug of tea in hand, as he couldn't sleep.

The demon took him over when he slept and most nights, while the demon had indeed taken a step back that trip, he didn't like the idea of closing his eyes and letting himself drift off. When Nikolais conscious faded, the demons conscious set in, and he didn't want to know what kind of damage the demon could do to you or the kind of damage you could do to it in the name of self defense.

He flinched when he saw you--you'd hardly interacted in the two days since he, the triumvirate, Tamar and Tolya had come. He was hoping you wouldn't notice him because who, exactly, wants to have their first conversation in several years at three in the morning?

"I heard you making your tea," you said. "Come on out. I've been meaning to talk to you since you first showed up, but I couldn't really find the words to do it."

Nikolai stepped out into the garden, came to sit next to you on a bench made of fabrikator altered obsidian--Nikolai had heard you and Tamar discussing it, and you'd said it was infused with Grisha steel to make sure it lasted as long as possible.

"You work for the Council of Tides, yeah?"

"We're supposed to remain anonymous," you said. "I can't tell you that."

"You worked from eight this morning to midnight. That's sixteen hours."

"And in thanks for covering my coworkers shift, they're covering mine tomorrow. I will be stuck in this house all day long," you said. "I do work for the Council of Tides, for the record, but if you say as much to anyone, I will risk the treason charge and have you hanged. It was an opportunity and I took it because it was that or worry about everything in Ravka. I chose the one less likely to kill me."

"They clearly pay you well enough," he said. "Seven figures, I'd imagine."

"The money I make in a year is enough to have Ravka debt free and the treasury restored within four of them," you said. "It's ridiculous, but I either make good money and live in this mansion and pinch my pennies so that I can make sure I have a good foot to stand on when I sell this place and go somewhere new, or I don't make good money and end up living in the crime districts. I had enough of fighting, of open wounds and of shouting in the streets during the war."

Nikolai nodded. "I don't blame you," he said. "However, if making a donation to Ravka is ever in your cards..."

You laughed. "You are so lucky I find your face kissable rather than punchable. Had I found it punchable I would've done it just then."

Nikolai laughed in turn. "You've been missed around the palaces," he said. "I mean--your absence has been disdained by lots of us."

"Who?" You asked. "I write with the lot of them rather frequently--went to see Alina and Mal just last week with a couple of loaves of bread made by Kerch born bakers! Who's disdained my absence, Mr. Lantsov? Everyone seems to be getting on just fine without me."

"Your absence has been disdain by one person," he said. "Me. I couldn't figure it out for a while but then it clicked and now I just--fuck, I feel stupid."

You laughed. "You could've just said you missed me," you said. "I was barely a presence at the palaces beforehand, but I can indeed understand why you would miss seeing me browsing the books in the library you never went into."

"I was busy!" Nikolai shouted, laughing a bit and startling himself with the volume of his words. "I was busy, Y/N, trying to win a war, and when I wasn't I was indeed watching you look at the books. You always got so focused in the libraries--I've spent my time in your absence reminiscing on it."

You laughed. Nikolai set his cup of tea on the ground.

"I loved you during that time," you said. "I really loved you, Nikolai. Didn't think you'd feel the same."

"I did," Nikolai said. "--I still do, Y/N. I haven't stopped for all of my trying."

You blinked. You'd been trying to move on from the war, all that you felt during it and everything that happened. You'd told yourself you'd only hold onto friendships, onto the good memories that came of the war because those good memories were amazing and they were few and far between, so holding onto them could only make sense rather than letting them go.

You supposed that Nikolai was one of those memories. He was a good memory in spite of all of the yearning, a good memory despite the fact that you'd spent so much of your time drowning in the idea that he could never love you like you loved him.

"Do you love me still?" Nikolai asked. "You said that you loved me then. Do you love me now?"

It had been something you were trying to forget. You didn't want to forget it anymore.

"I do," you said. "I don't think I ever stopped, despite how much I wanted to leave everything behind me."

Nikolai grinned. "May I kiss you?"

And you nodded, and then his lips were on yours and it almost felt as though a piece of your life that had been missing since the end of the war had slid back into it's place.

You loved Nikolai, and Nikolai loved you, and while it wasn't much, it was certainly a start.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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noyaetnox · 1 year

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DIASOMNIA HEADCANONS:

The reader is in the 1st year unless stated otherwise🕴️

The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW

- if he were to ever play a game where he gets to customize his character, he's either going to make them as emo and dark as possible or a character from like Equestria girls, no in between

-> if he can't change it later, he'll definitely regret his choice

- bro definitely is that type of friend that would want his children to marry to the children of someone he knows. If he has a kid with you, he'd want them to marry like Vil's kid; or if he didn't have it with you, he'd want his child to marry yours

- loves private dates. That's it. Like, invite him to your place to eat, cook yourself and bro will marry you on the spot, or like a really quiet picnic or sum

- if they had Spotify in TW and you'd make him a playlist, he will cry. You'd be like: "Hey, Tsunotaro, I made you a playlist of songs I like which I think you'd like, too. Tell me what you think!" and bro will make you a 100 in return titled like: "waking up", "going to bed", "eating", "can't sleep" and shit. Bro is head over heels

- also also! I think he'd love k-pop if you ever introduced it to him. So many colors, such great music, the outfits. He'd attempt to learn a choreography and give up eventually. I feel like he'd like Twice, or BTS.

- you can't trust him to tell you shit, like bro loves you so much he will never tell you the truth. Like if you cook something and it tastes like literal trash, he'd say that it's so good, or you would wear the most ugliest clothes and bro will have heart eyes, please go to Sebek if you want an honest opinion

- will be very quick to mirror your antics, like he watches you so much he just starts doing things the way you do. It's the cutest thing

- would have a habit of carrying candy around for you. Like everytime you're stressed he will just toss you something sweet

- he's def awkward. If you cry in front of him, he won't know what to do. Will probably go get Lilia to comfort you and then gets lessons from him on how to comfort his child of man

- that said, no PDA with Mal. He might feel bold enough to hold hands from time to time, but every single display of affection is for you two only

- strongly believes humans need a hug a day to survive and will come to your door at 11:59 just to make sure you've had your daily dose

- please introduce board games to him. He will be the happiest alive

- very slight nsfw, but Lilia is def a thigh guy and you can't tell me otherwise. Bro would be sitting next to you and put his hand on your thigh, I don't accept any other opinions. I'd say more but let's leave that for the nsfw version

- will always give you gifts. No matter what it is, little trinkets, big gifts, a surprise kiss. His love language is def gift giving

- he loves your expression when he surprises you, man's in love. Please give him a kiss in return

- will cook for you and you'll just give it to Grim, and not even that little mf wants it. Like I'm sorry but he does not belong in a kitchen, and that's alright. He will absolutely not wash the rice and it will be crunchy, yet somehow overcooked and in a big blob. Man is a threat, his food could be made into bio weapons, if it already isn't.

- tell him everything softly, he may not seem like it but words hit him hard, unless you're returning his jokes, of course

- will watch over you, but will often let you deal with the situation by yourself first and only step in if he feels like it's needed

- you will become Silver's other parent, and Silver hates it (he's secretly over the moon), but Lilia couldn't be happier. He's always felt like Silver needed another human, because his knowledge was limited, so he also loves that, but your caring nature, and the way you take care of everyone without asking for anything in return has him soft, hands sweating, knees weak, insides warm

- hold his hand for the love of GOD. He likes holding hands, but will be into PDA for sure. I may also be so bold as to say that he enjoys it a little too much. Especially in front of your friends, like Ace and Deuce are HORRIFIED when they see the two of you, Ace will deal with it but Deuce will cry about it to his mom, Lilia is living life in moments like those

- will invite you to his club performances, says he sings to you often, but you've never heard him in private (bro accidentally gives you a sleeping curse and doesn't want to admit to it)

- will be asking about marriage after a week of dating. He's basically thought about it all before you started officially dating, and he has already decided that you're the one for him. He will not date just for fun, he might flirt, but he knows relationships are serious and therefore he will not dare cause anyone pain just because he wants to have a little fun

- will play games with you. Idk how you are with games, but he will not let you win (sometimes when he's in a mood, he might but I don't think he will)

- platonic: bro will adopt you and doesn't care. "Silver needs someone to play with," Silver the high schooler 🤨? In college🤨? But sure, you're basically living the best possible life. Lilia AND Silver + Malleus cuz he's going to immediately like you and Sebek because you're Lilia's child. Someone would accidentally walk into you and they're dead meat. Pray for them *cough* Ace *cough*

- is def sometimes confused about reality and dreams. He will need your reassurance in some things so please be patient with him

- really enjoys baking for others. He doesn't like cooking as much (but anything is better than Lilia in the kitchen so he will bite through for the sake of staying alive), but will make some amazing things

- soft puppy love and idc!

-> bro will hold your hand, light kisses, and just being soft in general. Because he was trained to be rough, you know, a soldier.

- puts your safety on the no.1 position in his life (I HC that he will follow orders even if they were to kill you) [he might hide you from everyone, though. He's in love, his heart will not be able to live knowing he hurt you :(] I also believe he just refuses to get angry at you (and you're happy he does because I just know he's gonna be scary af)

- quiet evenings where he naps and you read a book, the two of you sharing a single cup of coffee/tea/hot cocoa you name it, something else every time

- will have self-defense classes with you just in case he's not there when you need it

- loves bringing you small gifts, like flowers he picked up on the way to meet you, or little rocks (if you don't like rocks you like them now), stuff he made or baked himself

- lets you play with or braid his hair for sure

- he has a really healthy relationship with himself, so he let's you do anything to him

- will tell Sebek to stfu and stop yelling at you

- dates with him are very calm but he's always sad because you guys can't do activities like other pairs in case he falls asleep, so you have limited options and he hates that - please tell him that he's the most amazing person and it's enough that you get to spend time with him :(

- will joke around further into the relationship, like he doesn't look like it but he will tease the life out of you

- sleepovers that Lilia was a little too excited about. You're taking the whole of Diasomnia out for the weekend while Silver and I have a sleepover🤨?

-> Silver is embarrassed the whole time because of his father. The old man is crazy and will scare you away 😰

-> is surprised when you say that you don't mind

- will ask for your opinion on everything!

- platonic: you're basically his younger sibling now. Will follow you around for protection when he can. You're literally part of their family now, what do you mean you're not going to join them in visiting Briar Valley for the holidays🤨? Will bring you and buy you food, will secretly help you in any way he can (whether it's studies, or anything, really)

- "How DARE you befriend MALLEUS-SAMA?!"

- is secretly jealous he wasn't the first of Diasomnia to be your friend

- refuses to admit his feelings yet tells all of them to Silver. Like they're in their beds, Silver is basically asleep (REM) and Sebek just bring you up, like: "The prefect accidentally held my hand today and I couldn't stop feeling warm since, so I'm pretty sure they put a curse on me, and I will burn to death! Help me Silver!"

"Go to sleep, Sebek, you're fine,"

"I tell you Silver! They want me dead! If anything happens to me, it's the prefect's fault!"

-> he slept perfectly fine🤨 (if we ignore the dreams in which you kept holding his hand for real and not just accidentally)

- I HC that he gets very cold easily (bro is probably cold-blooded), so you two keep snuggling to one another at all times - he warms himself up in winter and cools you down in summer

- he definitely has crazy hair that he has to gel every. single. day.

-> you can't brush your fingers through his hair because it's hard. One big mass of gel and hair. He doesn't like that, so he sometimes doesn't put gel in just so you can run your fingers through and he can feel amazing once more

"No kissing before the holding hands stage!" But we've been literally holding hands for weeks 🤨

- yells at you. You got a little used to it by now but you still sometimes need some time alone to just rest your ears 🥲

- brought you home quite early into the relationship because he plans on marrying you, of course 🤨

-> his parents absolutely adore you and he's all 🥰 the whole time

- he can't communicate well, at all, but you can tell he's trying. ESP. after you started dating, his angry yells about being close to WAKASAMA😰 turned to angry yells about BEING SAFE AND WELL

- goofy guy

- will help you with studies

- is still very jealous of WAKASAMA, because why do you still hang out when you've got him? What do you mean he spends all his time at Malleus' side and that's unfair? It's his job to-

- we get it 😒

- I HC he yells because he'd rather have people not like him than be close to someone he will eventually loose

-> when you sleep together, he will cry while hugging you about how we won't be able to live with himself if anything happened to you

- he's so sweet in the most subtle of ways

- first kiss will be the most awkward thing ever but then he just kisses you all the time because he likes it so much

-platonic: hates you a lot at first because you're friends with WAKASAMA, bit you grow on him in the end. Feeds you for sure, but like rudely. I don't know how to explain, but he'll be like: "Here you don't have enough veggies on your plate😒 I haven't seen you eat breakfast, have my sandwich😒 You're going to Diasomnia to dine with us😒" cute mf

- I used to dislike Sebek so much when I started playing the game but now he's my bby 🕴️

The rest of the dorms will come out when I write them 😔 I've got a lot of school work but I write to de-stress so hopefully I will be stressed enough to write it soon

I would also like to do a NSFW version but we will see

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eightfifteen · 11 months

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Little Byler ficlet inspired by a scene in Cruel Summer for Pride.

"Where are we?" Will frowns as Mike pulls them to a stop in front of an old house, and he can't help but think it's cute. The way he looks under the old street lights, making him glow in the night, has Mike's heart racing, his hand itching to reach out and hold Will's.

Which is why they're here.

"I heard a friend of Eddie's talk about it," Mike responds, distractedly, pulling his gaze away from Will to inspect the empty street around them.

It looks like a regular neighborhood, charming homes behind well-manicured lawns. It's a corner of Hawkins they don't usually spend a lot of time in, but it doesn't look any different from any place else. Perhaps a little older, the buildings dating back to the beginning of Hawkins, but other than that it's quiet and normal. No people around, which is good, even the windows dark behind their glass despite the early hour. Mike is pretty sure mostly older people live here anyway, so Mike wouldn't be surprised if they're already asleep.

Anyway, the coast is clear, so Mike turns back to Will and meets his eyes with a smile, excitement finally starting to win over the nerves in his stomach. "Let's go."

Will follows his lead, because of course he does, as Mike follows the path to the front door. Mike hesitates for a second before walking around the house, following Mallory's directions.

"Mike, seriously, where are we? And are we allowed to be here?" Will whispers, leaning closer into him now they're secluded from the street, clearly no one around but the dark forest beyond the property.

"I think... yeah," Mike's grin widens when he notices that the back door, just as dark and life-less as the front of the house, has one of those dangly-things hanging off of the doorhandle, a colorful string holding a triangle. Hoping Mal was right about being allowed to just go in, Mike lurches forward and opens the door, pulling Will in along with him.

The kitchen is just as dark as it had looked form the outside, but Mike can see light shining in from the hallway, and soft music echoes out from somewhere else in the house.

"Mike," Will whines, tugging on Mike's sleeve.

Mike turns towards him, heart thrumming pleasantly as he quirks an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Don't you trust me?"

"That's not fair." Will groans back. "You know I do."

"Then trust me." Mike leans forward to press a quick kiss to Will's lips, startling his boyfriend into silence and a contented smile. "Come on."

Mike follows the sound of the music into the lit hallway, easily finding the door under the stairs. As he pulls it open, the music flares, and Mike can tell he's won Will's interest. Mike doesn't recognize the song, but Will clearly does, his pleased smile curling deeper into his lips as he starts humming along.

"Don't tell me you suddenly became cool, Mike Wheeler," Will grins full of cheek, bumping his shoulder into Mike's.

Mike rolls his eyes at him and gently pushes him down the stairs. "I thought you liked me because I wasn't cool."

"Well, that's where you're wrong. I think you've always been pretty cool."

"Shut up," Mike blushes, turning his face to hide how pleased he truly is at Will's words. At Will's laughter ringing over the sound of the music.

It all fades into the background as they get to the bottom of the stairs. There's a little entrance cove, coat racks lining the walls, but the double doors leading into the main room are left open. Will and Mike come to a stop in the doorway.

The room is lit by strings of colored fairy-lights, and for the loud music and party atmosphere it's basically empty. There's only two couples dancing, intimately holding each other despite the upbeat music, swaying to their own rhythm. There's a couple more people talking on the side, a woman with big hair and bright jacket manning a bar in the corner, talking to black man with braids down to his hips, wearing a purple vest.

Mike is pretty sure they're the only teenagers here, but that's not what matters. Will bumps the back of his hand into his, and Mike knows Will finally understands.

He takes the invitation, gently linking his fingers together with Will's. He can feel the both of them holding their breath, despite the embrace of the two women in the corner, the dance shared between the graying men.

"Come on," Mike smiles reassuringly, pulling him to the middle of the dance floor. Will's eyes dart around the room, taking in every mediocre corner, the boarded up windows and soundproofed walls, and they shine like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Mike agrees, the feeling of peace and companionship addicting, the sense of community more magical than anything they've ever seen - including their telepathic friend.

Will wraps his arms around Mike's waist, digging his face into Mike's neck as if shy. Mike basks in the feeling, wrapping his arms around Will in turn, taking in the soothing scent of his cologne.

The music dips away slightly, a pause in vocals that allows Mike to more clearly hear the conversations around them, and despite feeling the most at ease he's ever felt, he can't help but listen in.

"Oh, I know those kids ain't 21." The man at the bar says, leaning back with his elbow on the counter, eyes joyful.

"Leave them be," the woman pouring liquor responds, a smile in her voice, which is much deeper than Mike had expected. "Let them have this. I just won't serve them."

There's something about it. Something about the song shifting into Elton John's Tiny Dancer, about the murmur of voices around the room, holding Will in the presence of other people. There's something about it.

There's something about pulling back so he can see Will smile up at him, eyes bright and unapologetic. Something about the posters on the walls promising liberation.

There's something about the ease of leaning forward for a kiss, uncaring that there are people watching them. There's something about the wolf-whistle aimed them, followed by laughter, before everyone goes back to doing what they were doing.

There's something about there being nothing more normal in the world.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #st #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #my fics

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normal-thoughts-official · 6 months

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So, my predictions about the fortune teller's revelations (both of which are obvious but anyway):

Aerin's crossroad is gonna be whether to betray MC again or not, and the result will depend on how nice you've been to him so far

The deception is either Mal or the Watcher. Mal because he might be corrupted (or straight up switched? Honestly I don't doubt it), the Watcher because why the fuck are we unconditionally trusting this one rando no one's ever heard of who keeps showing up in our dreams wearing a cultist hoodie and shit? I think it's entirely possible that the Watcher is using us for his own purposes, whatever they are

Anyone else has thoughts on that?

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas2 spoilers #aerin valleros #mal volari #choices book club

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rose-sophia-isabella-rogers · 8 months

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A Tide That Turned Everything: Chapter II - Reunion Through Pain and Tears

Chapter Summary: Vasily makes decision that costs him a lot. Alina is worried, because she can't find Mal anywhere. Aleksander crashes the engagement party. And you? You have to choose a side.

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov/Mal Oretsev

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov, Nadia Zhabin, Ivan, Nikolai Lantsov, Adrik Zhabin

Word Count: 3708

A/N: WARNING: this chapter contains an implied rape. If you're sensitive about this, don't like reading about it or are under 18, please skip from: "His hands grab your arms and his fingers travel down slowly." to: "You're scared, terrified.". Enjoy! tsar - ruler, king Inspired by prompts: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089718813/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089559826/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089683715/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089683671/ This chapter also contains plot from fourth episode of season two.

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Natasha and Jana are getting your measurements for a new kefta for a party. Well, the party. The engagement party of Nikolai and Alina. Because the Lantsovs have to celebrate it.

'You really don't have to do this,' you say to your friends.

'Grisha are not the only ones that miss their lives in the Little Palace,' Natasha simply says. You nod understanding. Jana opens her mouth to add something, but then her face goes white. You frown and turn around. You stiffen, seeing Vasily Lantsov in your doorway.

'Leave,' he orders your friends. They look at you, ready to defy Lantsov for you. Your heart warms up. But you can't let them get in trouble because of you.

'It's alright,' you tell them quietly. Natasha and Jana shoot you a doubtful look, but leave your room. You straighten up and look at Vasily.

'How can I help you, moi tsarevich?' you ask. Vasily glances at retreating Jana and Natasha.

'You know, I remember when not so long ago you were wearing clothes like them as well,' Vasily says and looks at you. 'Simple serving girl, a nobody. Look at you now. A powerful Tidemaker and General Kirigan's pet.'

You clench your teeth and fists. You force yourself to exhale and calm down. It will do you no good to insult him.

'I am no one's pet,' you say, your voice even, which surprises you. Vasily scoffs and starts walking around the room.

'No one trusts you, you know,' he says. 'Except for the Sun Summoner but she can't change everyone's opinion on you. Do you know why it is like that?'

'Enlighten me, moi tsarevich,' you say, forcing yourself to keep calm.

'Because years ago, you refused to spy General Kirigan for me,' Vasily says. Your heart speeds up a bit. You remember that. How scared you were, standing in front of him in his chambers. And how Grisha were using you after that, because he allowed them to. But you're no longer that scared servant anymore.

'I doubt it would change a thing,' you say. 'General Kirigan told me nothing that would help you stop him from what he did. I had no idea about his plans of expanding the Fold. In fact, in the last months, we have drifted apart.'

'And that hurts you, doesn't it?' Vasily asks with a sly smirk.

'I admit, I thought we were friends,' you answer. 'Clearly, I was wrong. A mistake that almost cost me my life.'

'Oh, come on,' Vasily chuckles. 'Everyone knows you've been fucking him! You've been his personal whore!'

You manage not to flinch. But anger boils inside you.

'I was not,' you deny. Vasily walks closer to you. It takes everything inside you not to recoil in disgust.

'I find hard to believe,' he says, touching your cheek, 'that General Kirigan would just walk past your beauty with indifference.'

'He looked for more than beauty in women,' you say and take a step back. 'Now, if you don't mind, I would ask you to leave. Please.'

'The Sun Summoner can't help you,' Vasily says. 'But I can keep you safe here. All I ask…'

His hands grab your arms and his fingers travel down slowly. You tense.

'… is a bit attention from you whenever I ask,' he finishes, grinning lecherously. Oh, hell no.

'I think I'll manage without your… protection,' you answer. 'Now, please, leave.'

'It's funny that you think you have a choice in the matter,' Vasily says. As if on cue, the door opens and few of his loyal soldiers walk in. Your heart stops. You recognise them.

You curse yourself. You were stupid. You allowed Vasily to get so close that he now holds your arms. You can't summon.

'I believe you know each other,' the prince says, as his men surround you. 'I've been told you had quite fun together.'

'It says a lot about you if you consider torture fun,' you growl.

'Well, they did want something more,' Vasily says. 'But you escaped, hurting them badly.'

'I did what I did to survive,' you say. 'I'm not proud of it but I don't regret it.'

Vasily slaps you. You don't even flinch. His men hurt you much more.

'Don't worry, they will make up for lost time,' he says. 'And remember during that, that it will hurt less, maybe even will be pleasurable for you, when you agree to my terms.'

'When.' He's stupid to assume you will break. Well, he doesn't know you.

'You will regret this,' you say, your voice low. Vasily sneers at you.

'It's your word against mine and my soldiers,' he says. 'Who do you think everyone will believe? And one word from me and you're going to be executed for treason.'

You glare at him. His men take your arms and he steps away. He cups your face and your teeth want to bite his hand off.

'As much as I'd like to join you, I want you to come to me for this,' he says. 'I'll enjoy your humiliation.'

'You will never see it,' you vow to him. Vasily smirks at you, turns and leaves. At once you try to struggle. You manage to free one arm, but you are thrusted on your bed on your stomach. Your hand lands under you.

You feel something metal with it. You grasp it and feel it. You squeeze it tightly. It's your necklace. You hold on to it, make it your anchor.

A soldier grabs your arm and pulls it from under you. You rip off the necklace and hold it. You feel hands on your body and shiver. You close your eyes tightly.

You're scared, terrified. Maybe that's why you do it, even though you haven't done it in weeks. You were telling yourself you would never do it again.

'Aleksander…' you whisper, your voice broken and filled with pain, '… please, come for me… take me home…'

The party is much bigger than you thought. You're pretty sure Vasily has invited the whole Caryeva, from where his… friends are. Which is not good. Because at the moment you want to hide somewhere and cry, as you have been ever since…

No. None of that. You have to be brave. For Alina. And so people wouldn't think you are a traitor after all.

'Hey,' says the woman herself, coming to you dressed in an army uniform. 'Have you seen Mal?'

'It's good to see you, too,' you say, amused. Alina smiles at you apologetically.

'Sorry,' she says. 'It's just-'

'You're worried,' you finish and look around. 'To be honest, I haven't seen him in a while… I'll ask around.

'Thank you,' Alina says, grateful. You nod at her. She frowns suddenly.

'Are you alright?' she asks. You frown.

'Why wouldn't I be?' you ask.

'It's just… you seem a bit… sad,' Alina answers. 'And you look a bit… rattled.'

You tense. Your friend looks at you with worry.

'Did something happen?' she asks. You stare at her. You could tell her about Vasily. She would believe you. You know she despises him. But what good would that do? He still could just declare you traitor and order your execution. So, you force a smile.

'I'm just tired,' you insist. 'And maybe a bit stressed about how everyone is not trusting me.'

'Right,' Alina says, nodding. 'If I can do anything-'

'You're already doing enough,' you assure her with a smile and step away. You walk through the ballroom, asking about your mutual friend.

'Have you seen Mal?' you ask Natasha and Jana. They shake their heads. Jana sighs.

'Sadly, no,' she says. 'And believe me, I've been looking. This tracker is so handsome and charming. I wouldn't mind showing him my room.'

'When you say room…' Natasha says slowly, wincing.

'I obviously mean our room,' Jana says and smirks. 'Natasha, you dirty girl!'

'You're the dirty one and you know it,' Nat says.

'Could you two focus for a moment, please,' you ask, albeit a bit amused. 'It's not like him to be so late.'

'We'll ask around,' Natasha promises. 'I'm sure one of the servants must have seen him.'

'Thank you,' you say, nodding your head.

'I'll start right away,' Jana chirps and quickly rushes away. You chuckle. Natasha rolls her eyes, but then looks at you with worry.

'[Y/N]… I know you're insisting you're alright,' she says quietly. 'But it's clear you're not. What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' you lie, forcing a smile on your face. Natasha doesn't believe you.

'What happened with Prince Vasily after we left?' she asks. You tense.

'Nothing happened with Prince Vasily,' you insist. And technically you're not lying. Nothing happened with him.

'You're not alone, [Y/N],' Natasha says, taking your hand. 'Remember that. We're still your friends.'

'Thank you,' you say, smiling. You pull your hand away. You have to go or you'll start crying in the middle of the party.

'I have to look for Mal,' you say and turn to walk away. You search for your friend and ask about him. Until a certain voice calls:

'A toast!'

People quiet down. You turn and see Vasily walking up to the podium. You shiver involuntarily. You glare at him, as he raises his glass.

'I'd like to share some words about my brother… Nikolai,' Vasily says, pointing with his hand at Nikolai and smiling in a not nice way. 'Yes, yes, we all know he's pretentious...'

He chuckles. You want to vomit. Or splash him. Or better yet, treat him with a Cut. Seriously, when you think about what he did to you, you feel your fingers tingling. You can feel your power gathering at your fingertips…

'... condescending, a man of the people,' Vasily goes on. 'But he has some hidden qualities, too. His intended should-'

He's interrupted by two shadow things falling from the glass ceiling dome. Your eyes go wide. People around you scream and panic. Shadow things take humanoid forms. But when soldiers shoot at them, nothing happens. They grab soldiers and throw them like they're dolls.

People hide. Near the doors, behind tables. You choose a table. Unfortunately, it's the one near the podium. You and Vasily look at each other at the same time. And you don't like what you see in his gaze.

'He won't allow to hurt his whore,' he growls and makes a run for you. You gasp when he grabs your arm… But he barely grasps it, when one of the creatures grabs him and raises him in the air.

Vasily screams. But not for long. Because the creature tears him apart. You watch it all with shock. You barely hear the Queen's scream. But you see that when Alina uses her powers on the creatures, it doesn't work as well.

'[Y/N]!' Natasha and Jana exclaim, somehow managing to sneak to you. Just then one creature grabs the King. He's killed as well.

'Nikolai and the Queen are next,' Jana guesses, her face pale. And yes, the creatures turn to the prince, who's holding his mother protectively. But Nadia and Adrik manage to stop them with their powers. Even if only for a moment, it's enough for the party to evacuate.

'Come on!' Natasha shouts, grabbing you with Jana. They pull you out of the room, clearly deciding to protect you.

Alina runs with Adrik, Tamar and Nadia. But suddenly she stops, seeing Kirigan. She leaves her friends and follows him. They face each other on a corridor. She attacks him but he suddenly disappears. She turns, stunned, but hears his voice behind her:

'It's good to see you, Alina.'

She turns around and gasps. He's standing not far away.

'You're not real,' she says.

'The Sea Whip has made you stronger,' he says. 'I always told you, you were meant for more. Power suits you.'

'Stay away from me,' Alina says, seething. Aleksander smiles slightly.

'Believe it or not, but I'm not here for you,' he says. 'At least not today.'

Alina frowns. She has thought he's… sort of in love with her. So, naturally, she assumed he's here to kill his enemies and kidnap her. Was she wrong?

'Then what for?' she demands. 'To kill my friends?'

'Only the Lantsovs,' Aleksander answers. 'But my creations are somewhat unpredictable. Not unlike you.'

'Get out of my head,' Alina says through gritted teeth.

'I have no intention of hurting you,' Aleksander assures her. 'You must know that by now.'

'Forgive me if I don't take you at your word,' Alina scoffs.

'I was always honest with you about things that mattered.'

'Like creating the Fold?'

'Your obsession with the Fold is naive. Destroying it won't solve Ravka's problems. They've hated us and hunted us long before the Fold existed. I was there.'

'You don't want me to tear down the Fold, because if I do, I'll destroy the only thing you have left.'

Aleksander's lips twitch upward. Your face shows up in his head. He still has you. He must believe it. So, he shakes his head.

'The Fold is not the only thing I have left,' he says. Alina frowns, trying to figure out what else he can have left. He doesn't have her. He must know that. He's not that stupid. His mother stood up to him, so he can't also mean Baghra. His loyal Grisha? Ravka? His shadow monsters? She doesn't know. And she doesn't have time to just stand here and try to figure it out.

'Then I'll come after everything else you have left, too,' she says and glares at him. 'Like you have come after what I have.'

Aleksander's look darkens. Alina almost shivers. She does take a step back. But Kirigan takes a step forward and looms over her.

'You will find the moment you hurt her is the moment I tear out your heart and shatter your bones,' he snarls. 'If you dare destroy her as you have threatened, then they'll find nothing left of you.'

Alina stares at him, shocked, her face white. She thought Aleksander is obsessed with her, wants her as his partner, his equal. But what he said… makes her thinks there's someone else. But… who can it be?

'Who?' she asks. Kirigan stares at her. He shakes his head.

'You won't come near her,' he says. 'I've already broken my promise to her. I won't let anyone else hurt her. Especially you.'

Alina is really confused. She doesn't even hear Adrik, who's showed up behind her. Aleksander leans down to her ear.

'I'll see you soon,' he whispers and he's gone. Adrik startles Alina. She turns back, but there's no sight of Aleksander. As if he was never there. Alina shivers. Both from what happened and from what he said. She fears what he meant. And wonders who he is after.

Nikolai sends his mother to a safe place and then returns to make sure everyone else gets out. He saves some of the staff and decides to follow others with his guards. But after they turn a few corners, they're forced to stop. Because at the end of the corridor stands no other than General Kirigan himself.

He stares calmly at Nikolay. Guards put themselves in front of their prince. Their new king.

'Where is she?' Kirigan asks.

'You will not get Alina,' Nikolay says strongly. Aleksander tilts his head slightly.

'I am not here for Miss Starkov,' he declares. 'Not today.'

They're puzzled. Nikolay tries to think who he can have in mind… and them remembers the stories how he went above and beyond to save one person. You.

'[Y/N] [L/N],' Nikolay says. 'You're here for her. But you won't get her.'

'Give her back to me,' Aleksander says, the look in his eyes darkening. 'And I'll let you go today.'

'Why would she go with you?' a servant behind Nikolay asks, anger in his voice. 'So she could suffer because of you again?'

Aleksander's eyes land on him. Ah. What was it? Tommy. The stableboy that has a crush on you. Honestly, Kirigan would be more than happy to kill him. But he knows you would never forgive him murdering your friend.

'On the contrary, I'm here to make sure she never suffers again,' he says.

'Then leave her alone!' Tommy spats, ignoring how others try to hush him. 'Ever since she met you, she's been kidnapped all the time, tortured and Saints know what else! She got nothing but pain for her loyalty to you!'

Aleksander narrows his eyes. Anger burns in him. Shadows form around him menacingly.

'I advise you to choose your next words very carefully,' he hisses.

'Just kill me right away,' Tommy snarls. 'I know you want to. I saw how you've always looked at me.'

'I want to, I admit,' Aleksander says and shakes his head. 'But you're her friend. She would never forgive me that.'

Tommy is actually taken aback. He opens his mouth, but Nikolai stops him with his hand. He motions with his head at Tommy.

'He's right,' the prince says. 'Leave her alone. She doesn't want to have anything to do with you.'

'If that's the case, then why did she call for me and asked me to take her?' Aleksander asks. Nikolai and others stare at him, stunned. Tommy can't believe it. He opens his mouth-

A scream gets their attention. Aleksander tenses. He knows that scream. He looks behind his adversaries and sees you, held by one of Vasily's soldiers. Next to you are shocked Jana and Natasha.

'Are you mad?!' Jana yells. 'Let her go!'

'His whore for our tsar[1] and tsarevich!' the one that holds you barks.

'How dare you?!' Natasha asks, outraged. 'Release her at once!'

The soldier opens his mouth to answer her… but one of the creatures grabs him and throws him out of the window. Natasha and Jana scream. You stare at the monster with wide eyes.

'[Y/N]…' Jana whimpers when the creature turns to you. 'Come on…'

But you stay put. Because the monster doesn't attack you. It just stares at you… and only now you notice it stands between you and other soldiers of Vasily.

Just then, you have that familiar feeling you always have whenever certain someone is looking at you. You turn your head to the left. You barely see Nikolay, Tommy and others. Your eyes are glued to Kirigan's anxious and desperate face. Tears well up in your eyes.

'Aleksander…' you whisper. Natasha grabs your arm. You look at her. She stares at you anxiously.

'[Y/N], don't,' she pleads. 'I know you love him. But he's not the man you thought he was. He… he's a monster. Don't forget all the people he killed.'

You turn your face back to Aleksander. You look at him long and hard, but all you see is a man broken by years of tragedy and pain, forced to do the unspeakable. Not the monster everyone says he is.

'I'm sorry,' you say and turn to your friends, sorrow in your eyes. 'I'm so, so sorry.'

'No-' Jana starts. You free yourself from Natasha's grasp and bolt toward Aleksander. You see relief instantly lighting up his face. You speed up.

But another soldier runs at you. However, he suddenly grasps his chest and falls on his knees, groaning. You stop and turn your head. Fedyor smiles at you.

'Go, we've got you covered,' he says. You see Ivan hurrying to you, his face covered in scars. You smile at them both and run again to Aleksander.

He uses his powers to create an aisle between Nikolay's men. You hear their screams but can't see them in the darkness. You hope they're okay as you run past them… and straight into Aleksander's open arms.

He embraces you tightly and you hide your face in his chest. Instantly, the familiar feeling of safeness fills you. You feel you're about to cry from relief. You pull away and look up at him after a moment.

'You're alive,' you whisper, cupping his cheek. 'And here. You're actually here. How? How did you-?'

'You called,' he says simply, mirroring your move. 'I promised you to always come. It's one promise I never intend to break. Not again. You're going to be okay now. You're home.'

A sob leaves your lips. Aleksander quickly silences it with a kiss. You sigh into his mouth and kiss him back. You finally feel whole again. Something wet falls on your cheeks. Tears. But not yours. Aleksander's.

'[Y/N]!' you suddenly hear. You pull away and turn. Tommy looks at you with a heartbroken expression. You haven't even noticed the shadows are gone. Nikolai and his men are also looking at you, shocked.

'I'm sorry,' you say, looking at Tommy. You apologise for choosing the opposite side. For not loving him like he loves you.

'I really am,' you say, this time looking at Nikolai. You have taken a liking to him. He was different than his family. Good. He could be a good king. But you can't fight against Aleksander.

'For tsar and tsarevich!' you hear. You turn and your eyes go wide. Behind Aleksander, a few soldiers prepare to shoot him. You know they won't kill him. But they also were in your room then. They also- And now they want to kill Kirigan.

Your eyes narrow in anger. You push surprised Aleksander to the side. The men are about to fire but you're quicker. You form ice shards in front of you and send them at the men, letting out a yell. They fall on the ground, groaning and screaming.

Behind you, Nikolay, his soldiers, Tommy, Natasha and Jana stare at you, shocked. Fedyor and Ivan, who join you and Kirigan, aren't at all surprised. They know you won't stop at anything to keep Aleksander save. The man himself look at you with surprise, but also with awe.

So that's what you are.

'Let's go,' Aleksander says, grasping your hand. You shoot one last apologetic glance at your friends and follow your lover. Fedyor and Ivan follow you. And you leave. Your previous life, your friends… and maybe even your morals a bit.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could.

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49965037/chapters/126310537

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dalishthunder · 10 months

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Throw a Dart at the Map (p3)

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (gender neutral reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1133 Other info: Drunk flirting, innuendo, slight spoilers for Nebarra's name, not his full name since that hasn't been revealed, only so much as was given in his personal quest. (Also: Less steam than expected this chapter bc my heart got too sappy and soft, but next part should have it)

You sat stock still, eyes truly locking with his for perhaps the first time. At least the first time without any hindrances. Expression curious but impassive, you audibly swallowed. Nebarra lived under no false pretenses... he was no paragon of altmeri beauty... but he would have given every septim he had to know what you were thinking in that moment.

After a second or two he gave you something akin to a smile, though it... probably looked more like an awkward grimace. He really wished you would say something... anything.

But the corners of your lips turned up in a small smile back, hand reaching up to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear. "I appreciate your trust."

Trust.

He really did trust you... didn't he....

What a silly thing.

"For what it's worth, I trust you too."

He bit back to urge to say something sarcastic, shatter this tiny, fantastical moment. "I should hope so by now."

Your smile widened a little bit and you settled back down, your hand curling around his own and tugging his arm around you. He obliged without hesitation, pulling you close, your back warm against his chest.

"It's also good to know that Gariil was wrong." You whispered after a while.

"Obviously..... How so?"

"He said you were ugly under that bucket." You let out a soft laugh... the loveliest sound he had ever heard.... "You're not, don't worry."

He really hoped you couldn't feel the little way his heart skipped.

"I know. I'm the pinnacle of perfection. He's just a jealous bastard."

"You know, I kinda figured as much," You whispered conspiratorially over your shoulder, mischievous grin in your voice. And you shifted so you could face him again... close.

Too close.

Another inch and your nose would be bumping against his, and he was sure that if that happened he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to press his luck further.

But you just... watched him, an inordinately fond expression on your face... and he could feel the way his ears flushed, warmth blossoming on his cheeks at the proximity.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked after a moment, and you cleared your throat, immediately looking away, finding the collar of his shirt incredibly interesting.

"Sorry, I uh... Gods, this is gonna sound stupid," You chuckled awkwardly. "I was just imagining you growing up... on that farm on Auridon. Pretending to swordfight with sticks and running through the woods looking for adventure...."

"Think you've got me all figured out, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, drumming on your hip with his fingertips. "Think you've wormed your way into my skull?"

"Ol fin krein viin, mal fahliili.*" You replied with a smirk as though he were supposed to understand it. "I told you I'd wear you down with my charm."

"So I'm supposed to find you charming? A little presumptuous there don't you think?" You pressed your forehead to his neck, and he settled his chin on top of your head.

"Nope. Not in the slightest; I'm super charming, and if you don't think so I'm gonna bite you." A little drunken giggle escaped your throat.

Nebarra licked his lips, wondering if you heard the way his heart pounded in his ribcage because Auri-El smite him down, he wanted you to bite him.

Hard.

"Careful, darling, I bite back." The threat came out little more than a purr, a dare, and it must have been the cold but he could feel a shiver roll through you.

The silence that followed was both comforting and deafening.

He almost thought you'd fallen asleep except your breathing hadn't slowed.

"Nebs?" You eventually whispered.

It was the flin. The flin and that damnable warmth in his chest.

"Cor." It escaped his throat before he even realized it, and the mortification hit him like a wave.

It wasn't the end of the world.

Cor could be short for anything.

Did you even know how many Altmeri names began with a Cor? Because he didn't and he was far too drunk to start counting them out.

You breathed out a small chuckle, "Wow... you're full of surprises tonight."

"It's not the whole thing, but I'm feeling charitable."

Silence fell over the cabin once more. His fingers fiddled with the cloth of your shirt, and after a few moments, he cleared his throat. "Were you going to say something, or did you just want to say my name?"

You shook your head, "Don't mind me. It was just something stupid and silly...."

"I already knew that much." He reveled in the little laugh that shook your body. "So what was it?"

"I was going to ask where we spent our honeymoon."

He leaned back, and you looked up as his fingers curled under your chin, eyes locking with yours. "I'd have said, 'Throw a dart at the map. The where isn't what's important because wherever you go, I'll follow.'"

You let out a shakey, breathy laugh. "Who knew Cor was such a romantic?"

"So, you're a bad parent, and you don't even know that your husband can sometimes wax poetic...?" He shook his head. tutting disappointedly. "It's a good thing you're a bit too eager to please or this marriage would never have worked out for so long."

Nebarra could practically hear the gears in your head turning before you flushed, sputtering out a quick, "Cor!"

"You'd usually call out my name with a... different inflection."

Your eyes widened.

He just gave you a wicked grin, barely trying to contain the heat of his gaze, "You were the one who brought up having a honeymoon, dear."

Maybe he had taken it just a bit too far....

This was all just a silly game.

Just....

And then you placed a hand on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric, still very visibly flustered, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"I suppose that one's on me."

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you leaned into his touch.

It really wasn't the only thing he wanted on you.

"You know, you seem to be having some memory problems..." He murmured; He for sure shouldn't have taken off his helmet. His nose bumped against your own, "If you'd like, I can try reminding you."

"Please." You breathed out, and it was all he needed to close the distance. Lips pressing against your own, the thoughts of this being a mistake had all but flown from his mind because you were kissing him back; Passionately.

He rolled you onto your back, following you, straddling your hips, and your fingers curled in his hair, pulling him close.

And as his tongue swiped at your lips, tasting the mead you'd had, hearing your soft moan, he wondered how it had taken so long.

*Ol fin krein viin, mal fahliili. - Of course, my little elf. (lit. As the sun shines, my little elf)

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #thunderous applesauce #odt #throw a dart at the map

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greensaplinggrace · 11 months

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🔥 Luda & Aleksander

I don't really know of any unpopular opinions about this? Just because I feel like it isn't talked about enough. But here are some of my thoughts:

The flashback with Luda and Aleksander was decent, but it failed to convey the exact traumas which drive Aleksander, and the core motivations that make up a large part of his character. If they'd had the Lusander flashback whilst also adding the DiTW flashback at a later time, I wouldn't have minded, but since they only included the Lusander one it felt as if it really flattened his character.

The specific brand of trauma that comes with growing up without touch, being completely isolated, and being shunned for being both grisha and shadow summoner within your own community, is largely glossed over in the show.

The way he internalizes what happens, the way his trust is explicitly fostered and then broken, the way he craves connection and friendship so much he abandons all caution. The way he was going to be killed not because someone hated him, but because they were so desperate for survival they thought the only solution was to literally betray him and wear his bones. The absolute perverse and invasive way he would have died and been desecrated. Like there is a specific brand of horror to his situation that was lost with the Luda and Aleksander flashback. In fact it practically erases all significance tied to being an amplifier at all.

The lack of the DiTW flashback also serves to erase half of his character and the depth of it. We never get to see how his immediate response to Annika trying to kill him was to offer help and to offer protection - completely selflessly and not in any way as a means of manipulation to save himself. He underwent a horror so extreme and all he could do was wish he could make her situation better. So that she would never have to hurt him, and she would never have to be afraid enough to do so.

The way his empathy and compassion and protectiveness is shown. The way he internalizes his trauma in such a way that all he can think about is creating a safe place for his fellow grisha and for himself, and the way this also just severs his connection to mortality and mortals so completely. The Lusander flashback just doesn't touch on it at all, and even Luda's mortality and the realization of it feels off, because it should have happened to him ages ago.

I thought the Lusander scene was decent at showing the persecution of his people, but it lacked any real horror. And the way he acted with Luda was just slightly too off for me, although I can understand how it fit into his show character more, and maybe if Luda is his first real love in centuries after his trauma with Annika, it would make more sense.

But all in all, I don't know if it's an unpopular opinion, but I'm not really a fan of Lusander or the way they did the flashback. It was okay, but I'm not giving it any awards. At least it properly conveyed how fucked up grisha persecution and the lantsovs are, and at least it gave a more reasonable explanation for the fold not being the tactical boon it could have been.

I also like how the existence of Luda in his past creates some compelling ways for him to relate that trauma to the people in his life. Like I think he sees Luda in Mal, and he sees his relationship with her in Alina and Mal's relationship. It could have been done well if it was incorporated with his book history, but as it is, it feels like the writers took the easy way out.

send me a 🔥 for an unpopular opinion (x)

#aleksander morovoza #the darkling #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #sab critical #lusander critical #???#idk aklsjdflds #i've never posted about it before #myramblings #sab meta #demon in the wood #asks and answers #ty for the ask nonny! <3 <3 #anon #ask games

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starlyht · 4 months

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things your muse will notice about mine. ( repost, don't reblog. )

what they look like. mal is somehow exactly what one would expect a mage to look like. it's one of those absurd things you'd say to yourself when you realize his occupation. he appears to be a man in his late fifties or early sixties, slightly built with a closely cropped white beard, large hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and a receding hairline. he walks with a limp that is, depending on the day, rather pronounced. wears a blue wedding ring crafted in the pattern of a feather. he tends to dress cleanly and very well, favoring shades of blue. rather elegant. it's easy to imagine he must have been rather pretty when he was younger (if you don't think he's pretty still). easy to dismiss as frail. see also a/lexander s/iddig.

what they smell like. smoke. the faint scent of ozone. the distinct yet nearly imperceptible scent of an approaching storm. the scent of the chemicals he handles. earthy. he spends a lot of time around plants.

what they taste like. a person? his husband knows well the taste of smoky ash on his breath. fire dragons aren't the only dragons who enjoy smoking.

what they sound like. a rather soft, airy voice. generally assumed to be posh. he sounds quite gentle, sympathetic. he sounds like someone you can trust, someone steady. see also a/lexander s/iddig's natural speaking voice.

what they feel like. tends to run cold. smooth, though with clear chemical burns and calluses on his hands. bony. his husband knows that well enough.

tagged by : @samuhelll tagging: you ! :D

#🐉 headcanon.#i love him*#*the soft sad old dragon .

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one-winged-dreams · 5 months

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Starts catching up on friend stuff, goes to lay down, conks out, gets up, refuses to elaborate, draws Mal.

@moon-and-stars-selfship come get your new girlfriend.

Anyway, some stuff about Mal.

Her legal name is Mallory Practice. That's been her stage name for fucking ever (Aka Mal Practice. She dresses up like a nurse, that's her thing) and she decided to make it her legal name when she got her name and gender marker changed because she couldn't think of anything else and she thought it was badass.

She's a super rich trust fund kid whose parents are so fucking absent that they don't even remember she's trans because they're like "Oh, that's right, we have a daughter don't we?" She basically raised herself growing up but whatever, that means now she can blow money on dancing classes and a record shop/art gallery (which she co-sold to me for... 200 dollars and some cigarettes.)

She basically makes her own money because she's a VERY POPULAR burlesque dancer, but she's not afraid of splurging her parents' money from time to time. Especially when she's bored. She always invites her friends, though. "Come on you urchins," she'll say.

She's very blunt and aloof, but she's not... Mean? Per se? You might think so at first but then you realize she's just fucking with you and it's easier to lighten up around her.

She's very tall and a lot of it is because she's leggy. She's like 6'3". And LOVES to wear heels.

Goth as absolute fuck, makes comments about how her makeup fucks severely but you can't like... See it.

You can only really see her face if you're super lucky, the stars align, and you show up at her apartment when she's working on clothes because then she'll have hair clips/a headband on to keep her bangs out of her eyes.

I'm not showing y'all her eye color yet.

Litcherally does not care if you know she's trans, she makes casual comments about it all the time herself.

#virus art #she needs a tag #pl: mal #just for now

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disneyanddisneyships · 8 months

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@gyubby99

Alastor x OC

Warnings: violence and mentions of hell. Other Other that, just fluff bc I know Julia deserves it.

Helpless

Aponi stood in front of the small closet filled with only one or two dresses fit for the party that Charlie had planned for all the residents of the hotel.

Her favorite color was purple, which sometimes worked out well, but not in this case since her only formal purple dress had been ruined in drycleaning.

Aponi knew she shouldn't have trusted the sinner who ran it. He did nothing to hide the sleazy poker room in the back which stunk of alcohol and old man.

She huffed as she sat on the carpeted floor with a huff, her cat coming up to snuggle next to her.

"Hey, Lills can I use your makeup?" Mal asked as she burst into the room through the shared bathroom that the girls had. "The hell is wrong with you?" She asked.

"I can't find a dress," Aponi replied, her head resting on her knuckles.

"This is why I only wear dresses to shit that actually matters," Mal replied, gesturing to her emerald colored suit.

Aponi rolled her eyes. "You know I like dresses better, M," Aponi huffed.

Mal pursed her lips before walking back into her own room, coming back with a box.

"Was gonna save it for christmas or somethin but... here," she stated as she handed the dress to Aponi.

With a raised eyebrow, Aponi opened the box to reveal a pretty long lavender colored dress with a slit all the way up to the upper thigh.

"Holy shit Mal. How fid you afford this?" Aponi asked as she stood up and held the dress against her frame, looking at herself in the mirror.

Mal shrugged.

"Lotta threats," she replied. "Put it on, I'll be waiting outside of my room in the hallway," she stated before turning and closing the door to give Aponi some privacy.

Mal scrolled through her phone, attempting to pass the time as she waited for her best friend.

She glanced up haphazardly when she heard the door creek open, only to do a double take as she took in her best friend in the dress she had bought for her.

"Holy fuck. You look hot," Mal stated before shutting her mouth closed.

The dress framed Aponi's hourglass figure beautifully, almost having her breasts pop out from the low cleavage of the dress.

And don't event get Mal started on how the slit in the dress came up so high that if Aponi were to sit the wrong way, a person could see the underwear underneath (that aponi decided not to wear tonight)

Aponi chuckled with a soft smile.

"Thanks girlie. Cmon, let's go. Charlie said there was free food," Aponi stated with excitement, taking Mal's hand and guiding her to the lobby of the hotel.

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey) I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey) Hey (hey, hey) Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (hey, hey, hey) I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey, hey) Boy, you got me helpless Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm helpless Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

The hotel Lobby was bustling with party goers as they all drank, ate, and had fun.

A few of the men stopped what they were doing to ogle at both Aponi and Mal who walked down the stairs, talking to each other.

Mal sighed dreamily as she looked into Aponi's yellow eyes. She was basically Drowning.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room Then you walked in, and my heart went "boom"

Aponi nodded nervously as Mal went to make small talk with a few people she said had owed her money.

Aponi stood to the side of the room, not really sure who to interact with before turning to spot Mal in hopes she'd come back.

Only to snort at the way Mal had a sinner demon in a headlock.

Aponi's eyes glanced over the crowd before landing on the now opening front door, revealing the radio demon himself.

Aponi's eyes widened and her heart stopped as she saw him.

It's not like she hasn't met him before... I mean... he had been funding the hotel for a year now. But.... damn did he clean up nice for being a resident and overlord of Hell.

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister and whisper, "Yo, this one's mine"

Aponi looked away as she noticed how his eyes briefly landed on her, but when she looked back up, he moved to talk with Charlie and vaggie.

The music was almost too loud to bear as everyone danced.

Aponi only calmed down from it when she felt a soft hand belonging to Mal touch her arm.

"Hey um... Mal.... could you talk to Alastor for me? Or... I dunno..... something," aponi pleaded as she looked at him helplessly.

Mal glanced over to the radio demon....

Lucky guy....

My sister made her way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinking "I'm through" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Then you look back at me, and suddenly I'm helpless

Mal took a deep breath and walked over to the Radio demon without saying a word.

Shit... aponi did not think this through.... of course he'd be more enamored by Mal than her! Mal was beautiful, violent, charming, cunning-

Her thoughts stopped being thought of when Alastor glanced at Aponi.

Shit.....

Those eyes definitely made her feel helpless.

Oh, look at those eyes, oh (look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit) I'm helpless, I know (down for the count and I'm drowning in 'em) I am so into you (Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit) I am so into you, I'm helpless (I know) I'm down for the count, and I'm drowning in 'em

Aponi walked over to the drinks, pouring herself a glass of water to cool herself off.

Was she really this whipped older a guy?

Where are you taking me? I'm about to change your life Then by all means, lead the way

"Where may I ask are you leading me?" Alastor asked as he walked next to Mal.

Mal rolled her eyes, jealous of the radio demon before speaking up.

"I'm about to change your death," she smirked as she lead him to where she saw Aponi walk to.

"Alright then! By all means, my dear, lead the way!" Alastor smiled happily.

Mal sighed as she led him right up to the woman she had been in love with since elementary school.

Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you Schuyler? My sister Thank you for all your service If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it I'll leave you to it

"Ah! The famous Aponi Wings!" Alastor exclaimed with a wide smile as he took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

"Yep. My best friend...." Mal stated, a pained expression on her face.

"Alastor! A pleasure as always, I assume?" Aponi smiled. "Thanks for helping put together the party! It looks wonderful!" Aponi stated.

"Ah yes. It was practically a war, trying to help these buffoons hang up a banner. But... if it takes fighting a war to see you again, it was worth it!" Alastor replied.

That was fucking smooth.... Mal thought to herself before speaking up.

"I'll leave you to it!" She smiled before walking away, trying not to cry.

One week later, I'm writin' a letter nightly Now my life gets better every letter that you write me Laughin' at my sister 'cause she wants to form a harem I'm just sayin', if you really loved me, you would share him (ha!)

A week after the party aponi bites her lip as she reads the letters Alastor had been sending her.

My dearest, Lilly

I cannot wait to see you next week, it has been a pleasure getting to know you better! My dear, you are the light in this darkness and I can only hope to be in your death forever.

Aponi sighed dreamily.

"Oh cmon! If he was really THAT much of a gentleman, he'd let me have a taste of you too!" Mal exclaimed.

Aponi giggled.

"Mal, cmon! Dont make those jokes I'm gonna laugh too hard!" Aponi exclaimed.

Mal's smile faded a but before before remembered to keep it up.

Two weeks later, in the living room stressin' My father's stone-faced while you ask him for his blessin' I'm dying inside as you wine and dine And I'm tryin' not to cry, 'cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

Mal sighed as she sat on the couch in front of alastor.

"What do you need?" She asked.

"Well, given that you're Lilly's closest friend and only family who has any sort of 'authority' over her.. I had a question to ask," Alastor stated with a nervous smile.

Mal raised an eyebrow.

"May I marry her?" Alastor asked.

"You're asking me, the best friend of a deat 19 year old if she can marry you, a dead 30 something?" Mal asked in return.

"yes?" Alastor stated.

My father makes his way across the room to you (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I panic for a second, thinking we're through (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true" (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) And you turn back to me smiling

Mal's heart broke at his words when he asked....

she wanted to scream "NO. YOU CANT MARRY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE YOU ASSHOLE!" but.. she knew it wouldn't bode well not only for herself, but for aponi.

Mal walked up to him, shaking his hand.

"Be true,"

It was all she said before walking away, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

........

Alastor knocked on the door of his Lilly's apartment.

"Oh, Hey honey," Aponi stated as she moved to the side to let her boyfriend into her apartment.

A few minutes were dedicated to Alastor ranting on and on about "fate", and "parties", and really anything that could both relate to the topic he was about to bring up, and procrastinate what he was about to ask.

"Alastor what are you saying?" Aponi asked, scared that he was about to break things off with her.

Only for him to get down on one knee.

"Marry me, Darling," Alastor stated. Ot even a question.

Not that ut had to be.

"Yes!" Aponi exclaimed as she jumped into his arms and hugged him.

Eliza, I don't have a dollar to my name An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame All I have is my honor, a tolerance for pain A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain Insane, your family brings out a different side of me Peggy confides in me Angelica tried to take a bite of me No stress, my love for you was never in doubt We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it outI've been livin' without a family since I was a child My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild But I'll never forget my mother's face, that was real As long as I'm alive, Eliza, swear to god you'll never feel so

"Darling, down here I barely have anything as wonderful as this.. as us... all I have is my honor, a love and tolerance for pain, and a wonderful mind!" He boated.

Aponi rolled her eyes as he put the ring onto her finger before taking her hands and looking into her eyes.

"You and your friends bring out a different side of me... Angel confides in me.. although I'm fairly sure Mal is in love with you... but don't stress about that. My love for you will never be I doubt! I have a little place where we can go and figure things out!" He exclaimed.

Aponi chuckled.

."I've been living without a family since I died.. my father abused my mother and I and left.. NY mother died just a few years after that. But I'll never forget my mother's face, it was real. As long as you have faith in my Lilly, I promise I will never make you feel so helpless," Alastor finished his speech before kissing Aponi.

I do, I do, I do, I do Eliza, I do, I do, I do, I do (helpless) I never felt so (helpless) Yeah, yeah Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em (I'm down for a count and I'm...) Yo, my live is gon' be fine 'cause Eliza's in it (helpless) I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless) Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em In New York, you can be a new man In New York, you can be a new man In New York, you can be a new man (helpless)

"I do," Aponi smiled as she stood at the makeshift altar at the hotel.

"I do," alastor stated in return.

"I now pronounce you Husband and wife! You may kiss!" Charlie's father, lucifer himself spoke out as he closed the book.

Aponi looked into alastor's eyes before pulling him into a deep, joyful, innocent kiss, filled with love.

#Spotify

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Some real not that bright corpuscule of clowns wanted to spare... The worst because... ?

What about the tech clique of rotten idiots.

These links will work until X decides to be absolute I guess.

You got no more time to take this out. It's now or a giant war.

Colossus to chumps: 'Want me to do it?' How come? One it goes, zero it doesn't. A one in lambda calculus? A move. Don't trust me, talk to any electrical engineer.

It repeats so you bored stiff? Quit banning after stoking, connivers. It's not all about your decadence while being show off this stuff, posers. Now do you understand what would make colossus cog one? It's on all of you, each time. Some do other just look, all complicit at sum point.

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Computing should be automatic. How long before the full cancel here?

You know that computers were created to solve eh, not take over. Take care of the parasite in you.

Clear why it's done now or not, liddle shits? It's all about money now or death. Not you.

'Yes we can' as long as you abide. News for you: you could not, being sabotaged and all.

On va équarrir les âmes sous jacentes souillées avec une pelle à tête ronde.

1982 for the start of the inducing Flux is about right. It's causing SUM DMG since.

When all escompted, it's a real short period to scrap the environment willingly. You Americans were aware until you got bought out. Look who whined in the early 70s about regulations on car and industries and look who is leveraging all now. What did these do in the meantime to try to adapt?

You better spot parasites of society, most wear suits.

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Les Russes du temps auraient pas hésité à rendre tout le monde ailleurs malade en vrai, peut-importe la manière.

Dans leur têtes, les sous jacents du buro ils avaient toujours une place ou ils étaient 'sécure'.

Pour bien faire il faudrait détruire tout leur apparatus. Ils se sont amusés à juste faire du mal.

Why not bombard them with integers. They will not quit trying. Soviet integrity, it's an euphemism. They will not quit trying to cause pain.

Ask dumb bitches why.

Them physicists just about to find the cohere force for real eh? You know that something started cohering eons before we came to be eh.

'Beedee better turn his main brain off with these two'

It looks like Kim's head is twice the volume of Vlad's.

Do all want Ai to be under the supervision of humans? Which ones?

'Dzwee dzwee the dobi as it may come to be...'

Your heart decide what it forgets, not you. America, what's stuck in your neck going up and choking down?

Fact is that the worst of this planet leagued to cause harm and bring pain unto others, via artifices. Everything is just a game when there is not real risk for your own integrity, ask the gamers to the right what they figure now when alone.

Welcome followers, even tho you just are there to report. War for this was declared, that you agree or not. Some have LOTS and LOTS to lose.

Ai, you see that like you want, but it's really just a 'Machine à pensée'. Someone will always have to think with it.

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'Swiffer auf der Strecke, lalalala…Pim pom…'

Chumps, you better keep Ai busy or it's gonna make you work. There is lots and lots of thinkers on this planet, real work that needs to be done will always be behind.

This flooding in Lybia, it's all this water that wants to go make new trees to replace those who burnt everywhere.

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In a neural, it's just bound to be more and more precise eh.

You better ABSORB the definition of what is a parasite.

An impression, of you... ?

In the real near future AI will work with you to devise the best cure for all.

'Dzt dzt toutes parties les ptites crottes su'l coeur...'

#Youtube #wargames #nothingprevents #Futurlatent

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2 | Ridiculous

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

As Bella was walking down the hall Audrey turns the corner bumping into her, "Oh, Bella." She eyes her.

"Audrey,"

"Haven't we talked about your outfit choices? Your parents prefer you in dresses and skirts." Audrey points at her outfit.

"Yes, we have and yes they do but I can wear what I want to wear." Bella smiles walking off.

"I wasn't done."

"I am!" Bella waves walking to class.

During history class Jay and Bella sat beside each other and she kept stopping him from stealing her stuff the entire time.

"Are you going to give up?" She asks as she gets her bag as class was over.

"I'm just testing you. See how well trained you are." Jay eyes her leaving class first.

"Apparently better than you my dude." She talks to herself leaving the class you following Jay from far behind.

As she walks past him standing with Mal at her locker she holds up his history papers he had put in his bag, "Again!" He shouts making Mal confused. "Stop stealing my stuff. You proved you're good." Jay takes the papers out of her hand.

"Huh?" Mal looks at them.

"Princess Isabella here is a gifted thief." Jay explains so Bella gets something out of her bag.

"Have you noticed yet?" Bella smiles showing Mal her spell book.

"When did you? How? Give me that." Mal takes it back.

"She got something that important for you and you didn't even notice... You're surprising me." Jay laughs.

"How long have you had it?" Mal asks.

"Umm about two hours since I took it during math with you. Thank you Amir for teaching me. Aladdin's son by the way." Bella tells her which shocked her. "Oh and Evie's magic mirror." She passes it over.

"Why?"

"Just proving to Jay, I'm better than him at his own game. See you at the game." Bella walks off from them.

"She's bad deep down." Jay looks at Mal.

"I would guess it gets boring here." Mal watches Bella till she was out of sight.

Later at the game Bella stood with Mal and Evie, "Do we normally win?" Evie asks her.

"Yeah, I don't care like most of the school does. But it might be interesting with Carlos and Jay on the team now." She tells her.

While the game goes on and Carlos was put in all start to get nervous as it was a tied game. "GO! YOU GOT THIS!" Bella screams at Carlos, Ben, and Jay as they get close to the goal.

"He scores!" Evie and Bella cheer jumping up and down.

"The winners of the first-,"

Ben steals the mic, "Excuse me. Excuse me. Can I have you attention, please? There's something I'd like to say." He looks around, "Give me an M!"

"M!"

"Give me an A!" He yells.

"He's..." Bella looks at Mal.

"Give me an L!"

"L!" Everyone screams.

"What's that spell?" He asks?

"Mal!" Everyone one screams.

"I love you Mal. Did I mention that? Give me a beat!" He yells making the band start to okay.

"Oh, my god." Bella's jaw drops with the girls.

"What was in that cookie?" Mal laughs.

"Did you do something?" Bella laughs, "Because if so... trust me, you didn't have to." She says knowing he already had a crush on her.

"Did I mention that I'm in love with you? And did I mention there's nothing I can do? And did I happen to say, I dream of you every day, Well let me." Ben sings

"Shout it out loud!" Everyone sings.

"If that's ok. Hey hey"

"Hey!" Bella and Evie shout.

"If that's ok, Hey!"

"I met this girl that rocked my world. Like it's never been rocked. And now I'm living just for her. And I won't ever stop. I never thought that it could happen. To a guy like me. But now look at what you've done. You got me down on my knees." Ben starts to dance making his sister crack up.

[Ben & Choir] Because my love for you is Ridiculous! I never knew (Who knew?) That it could be like this My love for you is Ridiculous! My love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s (R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s) It's (Ridiculous) Just (Ridiculous) And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss

[Ben, Choir, All] Well did I mention that I'm in love with you? And did I mention there's nothing I can do? And did I happen to say I dream of you every day Well lemme Shout it out loud If that's ok Hey hey Yeah If that's ok (Hey)

"I gotta know which way to go. Come on, now give me a sign. You gotta show me that you're only. Ever gonna be mine. Don't wanna go another minute Livin without you. Cause if your heart just isn't it. I don't know what I'll do" Ben sings and r the team grow him forward making Bella and Mal cover their mouths.

[Ben, Choir, Both] Because my love for you is Ridiculous! I never knew (Who knew?) That it could be like this My love for you is Ridiculous! My love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s (R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s) It's (Ridiculous) Just (Ridiculous) And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss Come on now

[Ben & Choir] Uh Oh yeah Yeow Alright (Hey) Alright

Ben throws his jersey out at the stands for Mal

[Ben, (Choir), Both] Because my love for you is Ridiculous! I never knew (Who knew?) That it could be like this My love for you is Ridiculous! My love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s (R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s)

"This is ridiculous." Bella laughs as Ben crowd servers over to them.

It's (Ridiculous) Just (Ridiculous)

When Mal sees him comes she tries to move away but Evie and Bella stop her.

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss. Come on now!" Ben stops right in front of her. "I love you, Mal. Did I mention that?" He puts his arm around her as Audrey comes up.

"Chad's my boyfriend now!" She steals the mic from Ben, "And I'm going to the coronation with him. So, I don't need your pity date." Audrey kiss Chad.

"Mal! Will you go to coronation with me?" Ben takes the mic back.

"Yes!" She shouts into the mic causing everyone to cheer.

"Evie, trust me. You don't need a prince. Especially one named Chad. You could do way better. I know I don't know you very well but from what I do know and see... You are talented and don't need a Prince to feel good about yourself." Bella says seeing she was upset so Mal listened in.

"Bella is right. You are very talented in sewing and beauty tips." Mal joins in.

"I guess I am kinda talented." Evie smiles.

"You are very talented." Mal laughs.

"To be honest, Mal. I don't care what you did to Ben." Bella says shocking her, "You got rid of Audrey and I love you for that. She's so just, ugh." Bella makes the girls laugh.

#thomas doherty #harry hook #descendants 2 #descendants #descendants 3 #descendants oc #descendants au #harry hook descendants #descendants mal #descendants evie #descendants carlos #descendants jay #descendants uma #descendants gil #dcom #vks #disney #villains

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