#Lain writes

[softestboygirlalive]

I keep a sexual fantasy journal and there is one excerpt that has been getting me off so hard every time I use it.

My partner in this fantasy is a dom. I will be using they/them for, well, them. They can be whoever you want ;) Mostly they refer to me using the masculine. You can assume that everything is consensual and has been discussed beforehand but I don’t really go over that type of thing in my journal it’s just my thoughts

Kinks: Piss, erotic piercings, erotic humiliation, crying (lots,) ear stimulation, temperature play, overstimulation

I usually grind softly on my stuffies and touch myself gently as I imagine being put in bondage, toying with my nipple piercings and pinching my clit as I imagine how it will go. I am usually tied or cuffed on a covered bed or massage table with my arms folded and bound together up over my head, my legs held in a fully folded and spread position with my toes, and a labia spreader wrapped around my thighs holding my pussy open.

I get so excited just thinking about my body spread open, helpless under the loaded gaze of my dom. In reality I reach for my suction vibrator and edge myself, but in my fantasy it is them teasing my first orgasm out of my wantonly exposed clit. When I cum, they don't stop. They torture my clit mercilessly but they know I reach my limit quickly that way, so they distract me a little by slipping a slick finger into my ass.

My desperate squirming does much of the work of opening me up. Time falls away, and the relentless stimulation continues until I can't do anything but pant and whine. They have four fingers deep inside me, and I am so aroused and open that they are drilling them around seemingly effortlessly.

Both hands slip away from me, and tears start to trickle down my cheeks as a result. Nothing happens for a while as they look their fill, stroking their cock with the hand they had inside me as they enjoy the messy picture I paint. My eyes closed, I hear a soft "fuck" drop from their lips and suddenly, I feel their mouth on my ass.

A kiss drops beside my hole gently but I almost feel like I imagined it because in the next instant, they are eating my ass like they are starving. Holding my cheeks apart, they lick and nibble all around my loose rim. They are making sounds of enjoyment and slurping loudly in concert with the gasps they are wrenching out of me because they know it makes me so, so embarrassed.

Once they are satisfied with their meal, they rise and squirt a generous dollop of intentionally cold lube straight into my loose and overheated asshole, making me squirm as I feel my pussy gush with the shock of it. They fuck into my absolutely dripping pussy just twice, only to slick themselves up. I am riding so high for those two thrusts, fresh tears springing up at how good my denied cunt feels. I sob aloud when they retract fully, and sob even louder again when they fill my ass in one strong motion.

They bottom out a few times then still, letting me feel their cock twitch and my ass clench in response. They grip my hair in one hand and my neck in the other and lean forwards so their mouth is at my left ear. Growling lowly, they speak.

"I'm going to take you apart."

Then, biting around my lobe none-too-gently, they start thrusting harshly. Growling and panting into my ear like an animal, teeth still clenched around it, they fuck me with the full, heavy length of their cock.

They treat my ear like they did my ass, mouthing it wetly and licking inside while muttering filthy things like how tight my ass is, how it belongs to them to use however they want. They tell me I am such a filthy slut for them and ask me if I'd let them do whatever they wanted. I say yes, anything, and they chuckle darkly.

"Anything?" they confirm, asking in a low, level voice tinted heavily with lust. I nod desperately, tears gathering in my eyes as I am railed hard. I have one hole achingly empty, spread and dripping, and the other is being continuously filled, causing my whole pelvic floor to clench sporadically. The contrast is so overwhelming that it is a sensation all on its own.

They groan in my left ear as a response to my affirmation, lick into it deeply then spit directly into my ear canal before shoving my head over to reveal my undefiled right ear. Holding my head in both hands possessively, they lean back in and growl,

"I'm going to cum so deep in your ass, so hard. But I'm not going to pull out. I'm going to stay inside you until I go down just enough to piss. Then I'm going to fill you the rest of the way up, just like you deserve."

At this point, I am so overwhelmed by the words and sensations traveling from my ear to my empty, aching pussy that I cum just from that and the cock in my ass. They don't stop talking or fucking me. They just let loose an "Oh, god," in response to my orgasm, and keep going with a,

"Fuck yes baby, I knew you'd like that, you're so filthy for me. After I cum in your ass I'm going to turn you over onto your knees so nothing spills as I fill you up all the way. Then I'm going to get the big plug while you keep your hole closed like a good boy, and I'm going to stop you up so that you stay nice and full for me. And do you want to know what I'm going to do to reward my baby boy for such filthy behavior?"

I whine and nod, unable to summon words of my own as my mind fills with lewd images at their bidding. They inhale and growl and lick my right ear. I can feel their cooling spit leaking out of my left ear and soaking the sheet it's pressed into. I can feel my spread pussy drooling slick down my taint and onto my rim and their cock.

"After you're plugged," they say in a soothing, babying tone, "I'm going to clean up your filthy, nasty holes. I'm going to get a needle and put a little gold ring through the hood of your clit. That way you’ll never forget how dirty you were for me, letting me do whatever I want to your greedy, slutty holes."

They intersperse their words with increasingly desperate thrusts into my asshole as they chase their pleasure, and with nips and licks and delivered directly to my ear. The words as much as the treatment cause me to moan loudly and writhe in my bonds. I know they are getting close, and I begin to tighten myself up for them in pulses that I am trying to keep rhythmic, but my body is quaking outside of my control.

Suddenly, they are following through with their threat to fill me up. They don't pull out as promised, and give us both a moment to catch our breath. My eyes are closed and my head is in the clouds, and I hear them ask for what seems the second time,

"Babydoll? color for me to fill you up with my piss next?"

I manage after a few tries to nod my head and desperately whine out a "please." They moan in anticipation and roll us over, staying inside while hitching me high onto my kneed and pushing at my shoulders to arch my back and press their semi as deep inside me as possible.

A new warmth floods inside me, at a higher pressure and greater quantity than I was prepared for. It's so overwhelmingly degrading that tears spring immediately from my eyes, and they make matters worse by reaching around and pinching and twisting my clit roughly. I can feel warmth dribbling down my leg and try to clench to stop it escaping. This makes them groan deeply, hips stuttering against me, and release even more strongly.

I'm crying fully at the humiliation, and the pain in my clit, and the rough way my body is being handled, and at the sheer intensity of how good it all is. I think I cum again but it doesn't even really matter, the tears are the better release.

They start to harden again, watching me cry as I take their piss, and the stream dwindles as they grow fully erect again. They grab my hair roughly in one hand again and my throat in the other, and say, "clench." I do and they moan. I clench as long as I can while they grind deeply into me without thrusting, sloshing the liquid around obscenely. When I release they breathe for a few seconds then say,

"Again."

This goes on for an indeterminate amount of time. Then they begin to slowly pull their cock out of me. I immediately start begging and pleading and crying more desperately for them to stay inside, don't leave, please, please, please fuck me more. They laugh, meanly, and keep pulling out, dragging out my torment. Their words betray tenderness, though, when they say,

"I'm not going anywhere, but if I fuck you the way I want then we'll just spill everything I put inside you." They finally slip out along with a dribble of piss and cum that I can feel running down the spread of my empty, swollen, throbbing pussy. I clench as tight as I can, and the sensations from that alone are almost enough to send me over the edge a second (third?) time.

I stay clenched as I sense their body heat withdraw fully, listening to the sounds of a drawer opening across the room. I know which plug they are getting,  and I know they moved it farther away on purpose so I would have to struggle with my task longer. Their hand runs up my arched spine soothingly, and I feel the cool tip of my favorite wide-based plug nudge at my rim. 

“Open,” they command, and start to push it steadily in. I loosen my muscles gradually as it eases in, finally relaxing all the way to let the widest part slip inside me. A healthy splash of liquid escapes, but it’s the last that does as the plug settles inside me. I whine at the feeling and squirm on my knees, testing the seal and humping the air.

“Disgusting.” 

I try to protest and shake my head but I know it’s true. They sound slightly in awe as they flip me over again and say, 

“That’s so fucking disgusting, I can’t believe you let me do that. You’re so good to me, the way you let me mess you up.” 

They bend and kiss me deeply, drawing a whine from my throat, then rise to a deep kneel above me, their cock level with my pussy. They begin to thrust against it, dragging their cock through the wetness of my spread labia. Pressing down on my hips with their thumbs brushing my swollen abdomen, they fuck against my pussy without giving me any penetration. I can feel my full belly, my aching cunt, the brief throbs of pleasure as their cockhead drags over my clit, and the stretched gape of my asshole. I can feel sloshing in my gut as their thrusts against my body shift me on the bed.

I fall into a haze of sensation and am lost there, only dimly aware of the steady trail of tears across my cheeks and our joined sounds of pleasure, until I feel warmth bloom across my pussy as they paint it with their cum. My eyes open and I look down to see their cock in their hand. They shudder as they milk the last of their release out onto me. 

Looking me over with a dark, satisfied expression on their face, they start to clean me up. They briefly depart to wash their hands and on their return they pull on a pair of black gloves. The sight sends a shiver down my spine in anticipation and I close my eyes as they check over their tools and ask,

“Color?” For me to give you your reward and leave my mark on your clit?” 

Without opening my eyes I say, “Green.”��

I feel gloved fingers disinfect my clit and the surrounding area, the alcohol cold and biting on my overheated flesh. It feels so degrading to be handled clinically after everything they did to me, and fresh tears spring up as they pierce me through the hood, to the right of my clit, insert the jewelry, then clean the area one last time. They lick my tears up wordlessly, take off their gloves, and set about releasing me.  

I can’t move, ragdolled as they work, and they start murmuring praises as they handle my loose limbs. About how good I did, how much they love how depraved I am willing to get for them. How good it felt. They set my plushie in my arms and pull a blanket over me, letting me lie for a bit as they clean up their tools. 

When they are done, they usher me to the bathroom, guide me to a squat in the shower and begin to work the plug loose. I’m crying again, shame at the treatment flooding my senses and reminding me that my pussy is STILL empty. It feels like it’s crying for attention but I know asking won’t get me anything, at least in that regard. 

The prodding at my other hole finally bears fruit and the plug pops out with a sound and a rush of liquid that wrenches a whine out of me. They turn the water on, directing it towards the wall until the temp is good. They soothe me with a hand running up and down my back as I sob. Their other hand delivers gentle touches to the un-pierced side of my clit and the underside of my tits that make my soft cries hitch. 

The water is warm so they begin to shower us, interspersing the task with continuous touches, so gentle that I don’t forsee them pushing me over any sort of edge. But they build on each other, never intensifying but not stopping either. I slip suddenly into a blinding climax that is over in an instant and leaves me shuddering in overstimulation as their hand doesn’t stop. They keep going until my cries shift and a “yellow” is on the tip of my tongue. Then they shut off the shower, bundle us into towels, and usher us back to the other room. They start to strip the pads off the bed and dazedly I help them. They smile at my weak efforts, but let me help, knowing I need to sometimes. 

They tuck me back in, giving me my plushie back and my water as well. I am swimming in thoughts of everything we just did, flushing with embarrassment and what would be arousal if I wasn’t so spent. I look at them and they croon like you would to a pouting puppy.

“Ohhh, my sweet thing, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling naughty after everything I put you through?”

I nod and ask, “Did you mean it when you called me disgusting?”

They crawl into the bed and wrap me in their arms, kissing my head tenderly as they say condescendingly,

“Awe, baby, of course I did.”

#lain writes #nsft writing #t4t #t4t writing #comments/additions welcome #long post

[frostbeees]

Behind the Battle 2023-24, Episode 5: The Process

#dont mind me writing an entire dissertation on these handful of seconds #adam fantilli #luca fantilli #gavin brindley #patrik laine #umich hockey #cbj #jessgifs #btb

[cloudbends]

for college reasons, if anyone has any ideas/recommendations for art or media that have to do with themes of communication, technology, human consciousness/subconsciousness, connectivity and network culture, fracturing of the self and society etc. that is NOT serial experiments lain. please please PLEASE send it my way. Can be of any medium.

#vi rambling #(and by not sel i mean that im writing my 30 page essay on sel and need comparative examples or my prof will kill me) #i dont have leads i just managed to gather a lot of very incomprehensible essays #and i know ill have a subchapter that has to do with the relevance of lain as a phenomenon both in the series and out of it. #like its a self fulfilled prophecy etc what with lain being omnipresent on tje networked sphere and all. anyways #if anyone is has any leads you dont even have to have watched lain i just need anyghing #also fair warning i Will be reblogging this many times i am very desperate

[air-seaprimal]

I ‘m half hoping Callum isn’t completely lucid ounce the moon fam is out of the coins (I ‘ed imagine it’s very draining magic)

Cut to Rayla desperately trying to explain everything with Callum about to fall over in the background.

#tdp #the dragon prince #callum #rayla #callum tdp #rayllum #tdp ezran #ezran #headcanon #rayla tdp #moonfam #i kinda wanna write it #tdp runaan #runaan #taidrian #lain

[sweetercalypso]

Made a list of all the celebration requests I’ve received so far and I’m sensing a theme 🧐

#laine’s world ⋆˚꩜˖° #gotta rewatch it now so I can write about more than just the hand flex 😭 #I’ve never written for some of these people but I’m v excited to branch out!!

[welcomemist]

i can't help but feel trapped within the internet. as though the screens stay in front of my face even when i look at the real world. a glass wall keeping me separated from everything else.

but this feeling is so common. we are all separated by these screens while connecting on the internet.

are we really separate if we all see through these screens? are they really able to keep us isolated if we all feel the same type of alone?

#aesthetic #weirdcore #serial experiments lain #lain iwakura #let's all love lain #images not mine #writing #angelcore #weirdcore aesthetic

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Wonder Egg Priority shitting itself at the end makes more sense when you view the creator as the Japanese equivalent of Sam Levinson when it comes to misogynist men making deep 2edgy4u content disguised as having depth. Like the instant I saw his comments about how when guys kill themselves from bullying it's logical, but when girls do it it's usually emotional and went "OHHHH, this is why my hatred feels so familiar"

#like the melodrama and inability to stay consistent while looking aesthetically nice (when it had time to be animated properly) suddenly #clicked. this is if you took Serial Experiments Lain (which is ALSO pretentious as fuck) and threw in a scoop of Euphoria and The Idol's #writing and blatant sexism. also much like Sam Levinson i want WEP's creator to either have his hard drive investigated asap #that and/or he should belly flop off a rooftop and finally do smth of value 👍 #sloot bitches about things #see Utena is made by a dude but he at least had women there to bounce ideas and themes off of #that's imo why Utena is one of the few times i will listen to a man talk about womanhood and girlhood thru his work #but if it aint Utena? hit the bricks!

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #305

Lian Harper (Roy Harper's kid) gets lost and Danny helps bring her back to her parents

(Bonus: Lian goes to Danny bc she mistakes him for Jason)

#danny phantom #dc comics #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #writing prompts #LIAN HARPER IS SO CUTE #WE NEED MORE LAIN HARPER STUFF IN THIS CROSSOVER IM LOVE HER #bones prompts

[ilychld]

solomon loves to stuff you full.

maybe he'd cast a spell too to keep his cum in you.

#🍒 laine's pretty thoughts #obey me! x reader smut #obey me! x reader #obey me! solomon #obey me! imagines #obey me! smut #i might just write this while on break lol

[softestboygirlalive]

I have a clamp set and I love the nipple ones but I've been scared to use the clit clamp. I was feeling brave and just tried it for the first time and it felt so so good but even fully aroused, my little clit is way too small and it kept slipping off. Now I'm trying to pinch my clit with my fingers but it's just not the same :(

someone come hurt me please I won't be able to get off without it today and I'll just be a whiney horny mess :(

#lain writes

[thatpastelwitchbitch]

I don't think people understand what it means to kin Lain, a rant.

I see people who claim to be just like Lain making memes talking about their "friends" or NSFW topics, and it just kinda ticks me off cause that's just not what Lain is about. In the end, she didn't bother herself with the struggles of human contact.

Spoilers

Lain had 3 friends, two of whom were bullies, and one of whom was happier after forgetting about Lain's existence. The ending of the anime is literally her erasing herself from everyone's memory because she knows how much better their lives will be.

That ending can be interpreted in many different ways. Especially if you try to merge it with the lore of the CD game. The way I see it, though, isn't that it's an allegory for suicide. I intrept the ending of the anime as a form of acceptance. Lain expects that her peers will never be able to fully understand her way of functioning. Instead of trying again and again to fit in and act like everyone else, she accepts that she will have to fight her inner demons alone and isolate herself from others in order not to hurt them.

“If you’re not remembered, then you never existed.”

This quote, in my opinion, is blatantly wrong in a general context. Despite the fact that eventually, in the end, none of us will be remembered. That doesn't mean that we never existed. Just because existence is meaningless doesn't mean it didn't happen. Most things are meaningless in the grand scheme of things, and that's okay. Things only have as much meaning as we assign to it, and that's why we value the lives of others.

But...The quote isn't entirely false either. In the digital age, it can most definitely feel like; “If you’re not remembered, then you never existed.” Because of the fast-paced society structure we now all live under. And it's the reasoning as to why Lain and I decide to just leave people's lives and hope they forget about us.

It's too much of a burden onto others to make people care about you when they'll never be able to understand you.

How I feel:

If I depend on others for remembrance and understanding, then they will inevitably end up blaming themselves when failing at those tasks. But they shouldn't. It's just the way that humans are, we're not all knowing, we'll all forget, and that's just how it is. Until I meet people who have come to that understanding already, I don't want to burden anyone, other than myself, with my existence.

I'm not worthless because of this practice. I still love myself and strive for fulfillment. I just can't bear to cause other people stress in the limited amount of time they have in this plane of existence.

Maybe this practice is selfish or meaningless, but I don't care. I just can't bear to hurt others anymore...

#lain iwakura #trauma #writing #alone with my thoughts #spoilers #rant post #rant #vent #im sorry #serial experiments lain #isolation

[lxinesux]

alright fuckers.

not saying it’ll happen anytime soon (because im waist deep in wips rn) but if i were to write sex pollen/fuck or die fic with tasm!peter, what tone would u prefer?

#peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #tasm peter x reader #spider man x reader #laine is writing???

[cypriathus]

For those who stumble upon my account... Hello and how are ya? This is my very first time using Tumblr! You can refer to me as Banana Cat, Yume, Dreamy, Floof or JJ. I'm a genuinely curious individual who sometimes gets obsessed with stuff that I eventually want to get engaged with or stuff that I have no intention of trying out, but I'm very fascinated by it. I'm also just a silly, creative Canadian who's trying to get the most out of life.

My general pronouns are she/her, but I genuinely don't mind you referring to me as they/them and he/him. I will not specify my age publicly due to privacy reasons. If you want to know, just shoot me a DM/message.

Some of my hobbies include writing, drawing, listening to music, reading novels and manga, watching YouTube, occasionally watching movies, TV shows or anime, and baking once in a blue moon. For those wondering what kind of art I do, I've primarily been doing a lot of digital artwork as of now. However, I have been using traditional mediums (acrylic paint, markers, coloured pencils, and regular ol' pencils) for many years now. You can find most of my current artworks that I have shared on my Instagram account (@cypriathus). Before we move on with other stuff about me, some of my interests include psychology, sociology, criminology, law, biology, outer space, mythology, folklore, legends, religion, history, internet mysteries, and lost media.

I listen to a myriad of music artists including:

Muse

Evanescence

Set It Off

The Raven Age

My Chemical Romance

Citizen Soldier

Clarence Clarity

Fall Out Boy

Finger Eleven

Get Scared

Avenged Sevenfold

Infected Musroom and so much more

I have watched a lot of anime and there are still some I need to get around to watching eventually. Some of these anime include:

Cat Soup

Ergo Proxy

FLCL

Perfect Blue

Tokyo Godfathers

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kaiba

Haibane Renmei

Outlaw Star

Now and Then, Here and There

Serial Experiments Lain

Summer Wars

Belle

Angel's Egg

Most Studio Ghibli movies

Cowboy Bebop

Metropolis

Steamboy

The Tatami Galaxy

Mind Game

Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms

Devilman Crybaby

Mononoke and so much more

Non-anine movies and TV shows that I remember watching:

Breaking Bad franchise

Seven

American History X

Coraline

ParaNorman

Mad God

Schindler's List

Final Space

Cliffhanger

Del Toro's Pinocchio

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Possum

The Mask

The Wedding Singer

Labyrinth

The Dark Crystal

Midsommar

Hereditary

Scarface

Monty Python and the Holy Grail & Monty Python's Life of Brian

Silence of the Lambs

Popee the Performer

Mr. Stain on Junk Alley

And many more

Some manga and books that I have currently read are:

Homunculus

Chainsaw Man

AKIRA

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún

The Ancient Magus' Bride

Dandadan

Trigun and Trigun Maximum

Bibliomania

Heads

Goodbye, Eri

Look Back

Yogen no Nayuta

Eden: It’s An Endless World

Keyman: The Hand of Judgement

Shigahime

Rojica to Rakkasei

BLAME!

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Animal Farm

The Green Mile

Salem's Lot

Lord of the Flies

The Catcher in the Rye

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Complete Tales of H. P. Lovecraft and more

Do not interact with me if you're one of the following:

Pedophile

Anti-LGBTQ+

Racist

Sexist/misogynistic

Ageist

Ableist

Someone who invalidates a person's pronouns, gender, and/or identity

Someone who supports, participates, tolerates, and/or justifies any of the above.

That's most of the stuff you need to know about me as of now. Anyways, as I mentioned in the description, I plan on using this blog as a way to share various ideas in regards to my own little multiverse. I'm open to listening to your ideas, sharing new ideas, and even constructive criticism! I hope you enjoy your stay here and I can't wait to share my ideas with y'all!

I have a side blog where I roleplay, make moodboards, and post stuff that ain't related to my work: @floofgryph

Links:

Writing request rules

Story plots and major worldbuilding

Main protagonists

Deities

Infernal beings

Angels (TBA)

#hello online people! #i'm a silly lil' newcomer #big ass introduction LOL #looking for moots #i want mutuals #wanna hang out #mutuals #amatuer writer #amatuer art #creative writing #set it off #evanescence #the raven age #citizen soldier #100 gecs #florence and the machine #fall out boy #finger eleven #get scared #infected mushroom #ergo proxy #neon genesis evangelion #flcl #tokyo godfathers #kaiba #akira manga #trigun manga #hp lovecraft #serial experiments lain #stephen king

[mandaloriandragontrainer]

Snow White AU

This idea, as all wild ideas do, came to me in the shower. Mainly, I was thinking about how Kim’dael would get along great with other self-obsessed witches like the Evil Queen and Mother Gothel, and the concept came together. It’s mainly inspired by Disney’s adaptation of the fairy tale, since it’s the one I’m most familiar with (along with a smattering of Disney’s Sleeping Beauty), although I made some alterations so the story would fit the characters’ personalities.

I had a lot more fun than I thought I would than coming up with it, and maybe I’ll flesh it out into a full fic sometime! Special to thanks to @fandomsandflyingstingrays for all her awesome contributions!

In this world, the Bloodmoon Huntress Kim’dael conquered and now rules the Moonshadow Forest, now known as the Blood Forest or Wood of the Witch to outsiders. No one, human or elf, dares to enter for fear of the Blood Queen and her evil magic.

Many years ago, before conquering the Forest, Kim’dael stole an enchanted looking glass from the lair of the Dragon King himself, and the witch eventually made contact with Aarvaos. The Fallen Star helps her hone her blood magic in return for eventually freeing him, but both are so manipulative neither can ever seem to get the upper hand on the other.

Tiadrin, among many others, is killed during the initial conquest of the Silvergrove, and Kim’dael later chooses Lain to be her mate, threatening to kill his young daughter Rayla if he does not comply. Lain agrees not only to protect Rayla, but also in hopes of getting close enough to Kim’dael to kill her—when he tries and fails, he is killed for his treachery. Rayla is then raised by her parents’ friends Runaan and Ethari, though she is still considered the stepdaughter of the Queen.

Although she initially considered training Rayla in her dark craft, as she has no children of her own, Kim’dael grows increasingly jealous of Rayla’s grace and beauty as the girl grows. She orders Runaan to train Rayla as an assassin in spite of her tender age, in hopes she will get herself killed. However, the girl continues to survive due to her natural talent and wit.

When Rayla is 15, Aaravos answers Kim’dael’s daily question of “Who is the fairest of them all?” with the girl’s name. Furious, the vain queen decides to take a more direct approach in dealing with her.

Kim’dael orders Runaan to take Rayla into the woods and murder her, promising to kill Ethari if he refuses. As proof of her death, he is to bring the queen Rayla’s heart—which she also plans to use in a horrifying spell that will allow her to absorb the girl’s beauty. Runaan, however, cannot bring himself to kill the child of his best friends, and urges Rayla to flee the Forest and never return. He presents the Queen with an animal heart, but his deception is realized when the spell fails. Kim’dael imprisons Runaan in a coin as punishment.

Rayla runs for days upon days, terrified and alone, but still finds the strength to rescue an orphaned baby cuddlemonkey from predators. As a reward for her goodness and bravery, the magical animals of the wood look out for her and show her a safe path out the Blood Forest.

The human Kingdom of Katolis lies just outside the bounds of the Blood Forest (Xadian geography is altered for the sake of the AU). King Harrow forbids his sons Callum and Ezran from going near the woods, as their mother was murdered by the Witch living within. The boys, however, like to secretly play and explore the borders of the forest.

The princes encounter Rayla one day while exploring. Callum is initially suspicious of her, but Ezran learns her story from Stella and the other animals and convinces his brother to trust her. Due to the prejudice against Moonshadow elves (humans believe they all drink blood like their evil Queen), the boys decide to hide Rayla in an abandoned cottage near the forest where they like to play.

Over their time together, the three eventually become the best of friends, with Callum and Rayla in particular falling deeply in love. With Rayla’s encouragement, Callum pursues his interest in magic and develops skill as a mage. However, Kim’dael has been searching for the runaway…

One day, a visitor appears at the cottage while Rayla is alone. She is shocked to see that the stranger is actually her long dead mother, Tiadrin. Though initially wildly suspicious, Rayla is convinced when Tiadrin uses her childhood nickname, “moonberry.” However, “Tiadrin” is, in fact, Kim’dael in disguise. The witch absorbed Tiadrin’s beauty when she killed her years ago, allowing her to perfectly take on her form and access many of her memories.

“Tiadrin” explains that she was not killed, but instead fled the Forest as Rayla herself did. Mother and daughter go for a walk through the meadows together and stop to pick moonberries to make Rayla’s favorite dessert. “Tiadrin” offers Rayla a berry… and the girl drops dead the instant the juice touches her lips.

The poison moonberry spell was provided to Kim’dael by Aaravos, who warned that it could be undone by true love’s kiss. The Queen scoffed at the idea.

Stella, who witnessed the whole thing, scurries back to the cottage to find Callum and Ezran, who just arrived to see Rayla. Callum sends Ezran back to the palace for help and races after Rayla.

He finds Kim’dael in her true form, dragging Rayla’s lifeless body back toward the Blood Forest to harvest her heart for her evil spell. Heartbroken, the brave prince battles the witch with his sky magic. Though it’s a vicious fight, Callum triumphs in the end. But he was too late to save Rayla.

Ezran arrives with Harrow and his men, surprised to find Ethari and a group of Moonshadow elves at the cottage, having gone in search of the Blood Queen. The two bands are prevented from feuding by the sound of Callum weeping over Rayla.

As the humans and elves look on, Callum gently kisses his love goodbye… and she is immediately restored to life.

With the Blood Queen defeated, the Moonshadow Forest is at last free, its inhabitants now able to rejoin Xadian society. Callum and Rayla are formally betrothed, and marry when they come of age. Happily ever after!

#the dragon prince #the dragon prince au #tdp au #callum #rayla #rayllum #kim’dael #bloodmoon huntress #ezran #harrow #lain #tiadrin #runaan #ethari #moon fam #aaravos #stella #snow white #snow white au #mando writes #mando ramblo

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Congrats on 300 followers, Ray!!! For a request, how about something extra fluffy…

Callum meeting Rayla’s parents (and Runaan, of course) and accidentally lets slip that he wants to marry her

Mando this is perfect thank you so much, I've been itching to write some rayllum since season 5 dropped but haven't had any idea which direction to take. I hope you like it!!

When Rayla poked her head out of the makeshift tent, she looked almost as terrified as Callum was. Maybe it should have made him feel better to know that he wasn’t alone, but instead, his nerves skyrocketed, his heart doubling its already-too-fast pace in his chest.

He should have gone somewhere else, anywhere else in the makeshift camp they’d set up after the battle at the Starscraper. But he hadn’t been able to shake the idea that Rayla might need him. The last time she’d seen Runaan, after all, he’d threatened to kill her. But this was pointless, wasn’t it? None of the people in Rayla’s tent had so much as raised their voices, and Callum’s pacing had probably interrupted their reunion, and he’d made a bad impression without them even needing to see him—

“Do you want to meet them?” Rayla asked.

Callum blinked. It took a second for the words to sink in through his panic, and even then, he opened his mouth and closed it several times before he could find his voice. “Sure?”

Rayla gave him a small, nervous smile and extended her hand. Callum reached out to take it, then hesitated.

“Are you… are you sure?”

Rayla smacked his arm. “They know everything already, dummy.”

“Oh!” Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more terrified. “Okay.”

He slipped his hand into Rayla’s, gripping it tightly, and she pulled him through the opening. 

All three of her parents were armed. That did not seem like a good sign.

Runaan’s arms were folded, a steely glare on his face. Lain and Tiadrin were a little more relaxed, standing with their arms around each other’s waists, but their faces were devoid of any discernible emotion. Callum swallowed hard.

To his shock, it was Runaan who broke the silence. The older man’s glare deepened into something sadder, and he bowed his head. 

“I know you must have mixed feelings about seeing me again, after… what transpired since we last met. I thought I knew the weight of your stepfather’s life, that I had factored the place he held in the hearts of those who loved him against the harm he dealt my people and found the scales tipped against him. But I have committed actions just as cruel against you, and you still chose to spare me. I’m grateful for that— and more importantly, I’m grateful that you kept Rayla safe when I could— when I would not.”

Callum swallowed again, this time holding back grief instead of fear. He had made his peace with Rayla loving Runaan— but peace with what happened to his dad was a long way off.

More than anything, he wished it didn’t have to be this way. That meeting the three people who meant so much to the girl he loved wouldn’t have to be tainted by so much loss. 

“We’re all grateful,” Tiadrin said, her cool expression breaking into an understanding smile. Lain gave him a similar look.

Their warmth thawed Callum enough to find the right words. “You raised an incredible daughter. Being with her has been the most incredible privilege of my life.”

“A mage and a poet. You picked a good one, moonberry,” Lain said, winking at Rayla. She ducked her head, but not enough to hide her smile. 

“You’re under no obligation, of course, but I can assure you you’ll always be welcome in the Silvergrove,” Tiadrin added to Callum.

A grimace chased Rayla’s grin away. “Actually… he won’t. Neither of us will. I’m a ghost.” She turned to Runaan. “They banished me for botching our mission.”

“But you saved the dragon prince!” Runaan bellowed, outrage pouring from every word. It raised Callum’s opinion of him, just slightly.

“And that won’t bring Ram, Skor, Callisto, and Andromeda back to life,” Rayla replied quietly. 

The names cast a silence over the tent. Callum looked down, giving the others a moment to mourn, letting them break it on their own terms.

“But where will you go?” Tiadrin asked.

Callum raised his head. “She can come back to Katolis with me.”

Lain raised an eyebrow. “A lone elf in a human castle?”

“She won’t be alone. I would stay with her for the rest of my life— and so she’ll have a home there for the rest of her life, too.”

A split second later, he realized what he said, and fought the urge to clamp his hands over his mouth. 

He meant it. Of course he did. He’d faced enough with Rayla to understand how deeply he loved her— and he’d faced enough without her to understand how much it ached to be away from her. But there was a difference between knowing she was the only person he wanted to spend his life with and admitting that to her parents within five minutes of introducing himself.

He risked a glance at them to find that Tiadrin’s smile had only widened, and he allowed himself a single, relieved exhale.

“Then let’s talk about that,” she said, waving him over to her corner of the tent. Taking her hint, Lain and Runaan motioned Rayla over to the other end. 

Callum glanced at Rayla, tense, only to find her beaming, her eyes shining with tears. She raised their entwined hands and kissed the back of his before letting him go, lightly pushing him over to where her mother stood waiting.

“I’m sorry,” Callum blurted, before she could even get a word out, directing the words more to the wall of the tent than to her. “I never meant to imply that I wanted to— to take Rayla away from you, or make any decisions for her. I know I shouldn’t have said that, but—"

“I’m glad you did.”

Callum finally met her eyes.

“A prince who ran away with an assassin. A human who can do primal magic. A dragonguard who never once abandoned his post.”

Tiadrin’s beaming face blurred as Callum found his own eyes brimming with tears. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel them, and only succeeded in pushing them onto his cheeks. Tiadrin gently reached out, wiping them away, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I can think of no one better to entrust with my daughter’s future than you.”

She let go of his shoulders and reached up, removing one of the silver bands that encircled her horns. “Ethari made this for Lain when he told him he wanted to ask me to marry him. I got this—" she tapped the matching silver band on her other horn— “on my wedding day. I suppose I could have taken the old one off then, but I’ve been too attached to it. But I’m ready to let it go.” Carefully, she placed the band in Callum’s hands.

“You’re so young, Callum. Take some time to be with Rayla now, to understand who you are in peace. If you decide, at the end of that, to give this back to me, I won’t judge you.”

She stepped back and gave him a wink. “But if you decide you want to pass it on to a new owner… well, I have a hunch that she’ll be ready.”

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp callum #tdp rayla #rayllum #tdp runaan #tdp lain #tdp tiadrin #tdp harrow #tdp ram #tdp skor #tdp callisto #tdp andromeda #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince spoilers #mandaloriandragontrainer #ray writes #ray rambles

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i have been LOVING writing the prohibition fic but i’m also simultaneously constantly paranoid about it

it’s simply a lot of research plus i always worry that people are gonna get mad if i don’t make them wholesome all the time

#they’re wholesome in my secret santa fic if that amounts to anything #but i do admittedly enjoy writing k/laine to be a little toxic sometimes #especially in au #it’s just more fun for me to write #but it comes from a place of adoration for the characters #my thoughts #prohibition fic