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allaganexarch · 11 months

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i know you're probably not into maleficent/aurora anymore, but since you were like THE malora writer, i'm curious in what do you think would happen to maleficent when aurora dies? either from natural causes like old age or somethiing terrible happened

My friend, this is so kind of you to say!! This is also, unfortunately, MY JAM LOL

So in my personal interpretation, I think once Aurora became more sure of herself and the relationship, she would learn (passively, not even really thinking of it as such) to de-fuse Maleficent a lot of the time. Maleficent is naturally temperamental and always about 3 bad steps away from starting a fight. Once Aurora learns that this is just sort of how she is and she isn't actually mad, and doesn't even usually mean anything by it, Aurora learns to just kind of skillfully sidestep like 99% of Maleficent's bad moods. As a result, because she isn't being fought at every turn, Maleficent (also without realizing it) calms down a LOT, and tends to stop seeing everything as a challenge or threat, even from ppl who are not Aurora. This mostly just freaks ppl out, because you know she always seems super calm until she is suddenly Not LOL, and the average person does not know how to tell Maleficent's "actually calm" from her "quietly seething."

Additionally, while I believe that Maleficent operates on her own code of ethics and doesn't just do whatever, I also think her ethics and what she considers "wrong" differ significantly from where the average human would draw the line. As she grows more comfortable in her relationship with Aurora, I think she would be surprisingly willing to draw lines where Aurora wants her to, at least most of the time, because in her mind, e.g. not harassing someone who mildly annoyed her is important to Aurora, while it's not that important to Maleficent.

However, I think both of these changes, no matter how long Aurora lives, are utterly temporary. Once Aurora is gone, Maleficent will go back to the way she was before, if not ultimately worse, because in a sense kindness will remind her of Aurora, and I don't think she will ever reach a place where that is a good thing for her.

I think Maleficent's first reaction would be a kind of desperate fury, sort of like a wounded wild animal but with very powerful magic. She would be absolutely terrorizing the countryside, especially anyone she perceived to be responsible. It's almost worse if Aurora dies of old age, because then the fault in her mind would lie with...everything, the nature of life itself. This phase could last forever, depending on other factors, and I think it would be a very long time before Maleficent is even slightly functional again.

Even in eg. Prisoner-verse where Maleficent has other friends, I can see her getting into terrible fights with almost all of them. Girl can be next-level vicious when she wants to be, and even if her friends have known grief, most of them don't know exactly what she's going through, and therefore from Maleficent's perspective are not in a position to comment. Also I think "Aurora wouldn't want you to live like this" or similar would be like, the worst possible thing you could say to her, and might send her spiraling into a murderous rage all over again, because how DARE you presume to tell her what Aurora would want?

I am really a sucker for these kinds of villain backstories LOL, you can play me the same tune over and over and I will never get tired of it. I think the only kind of person who could reach Maleficent would be someone who's sort of similar to Aurora, at least in unfailing kindness. I'm imagining someone just trying to save her village or w/e from being razed to the ground showing sympathy to Maleficent for her lost love, and Maleficent showing just the smallest amount of mercy in memory of Aurora, even if ultimately she hasn't changed or healed at all. (oh my godddddd don't look at me I want to write this now lol)

So anyway, it was 5:30 in the morning, a very normal time to be awake, and I was thinking, well, would anyone in Prisoner-verse be able to calm her down at all? I think she and Kinsale would absolutely get into a really bad fight, and Zenovia would try to be chill about it but she would also pretty quickly be like okay well talk to me when you've calmed down lol. And then I realized............

“Hey.”

Maleficent doesn’t move. She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting here. Odd, that she doesn’t feel a fresh wave of fury at Joy’s presence. Then again, perhaps she is simply too tired to feel much of anything.

“I’m not going to say anything.” Joy holds out her hands in a show of defense.

Maleficent inhales, sighs. Her throat is burning. She only distantly remembers the sound of screaming, and realizes now that the memory was of her own voice.

“Good,” says Maleficent. Joy of all people should know that there is nothing to say.

A long silence follows. Joy joins her on the floor some distance away, and pretends to train her gaze upon the fire.

“I do have one question, actually,” says Maleficent.

“Hm?”

Maleficent closes her eyes. She tries to imagine Joy the way she looked in pictures, with long, beautiful hair that she wore in intricate curls, and a radiant smile full of youthful mischief. “How did you…not…”

But words fail her. She holds out her hand, grasping at nothing.

“What,” says Joy, “burn down the world?”

Maleficent sighs again. It is as apt a question as any.

“Well, it was perhaps to my benefit that I am not nearly so powerful as you, Mistress Maleficent,” says Joy, although her characteristic attempt at wryness comes out remarkably strained. “I wouldn’t have gotten very far.”

Maleficent opens her eyes. The flames of the fire flicker and dance, enticing in their destruction. “I’m not sure I would have cared.”

Joy chuckles, dry and mirthless. “Yes, well,” she says. She does not continue.

Outside, a terrible wind howls, desperate and mournful. The windows rattle and the fire flickers low, casting them both in dramatic shadow.

Maleficent inhales. She closes her eyes again. “Does it ever…?”

The words catch in her throat. She already knows the answer.

“No,” says Joy quietly. A long silence follows. The embers from the fire crackle meekly, and the mournful wind falls deadly silent.

“But…I don’t know. You find…other reasons. To, you know…” She waves her hand vaguely at the fire, and stokes it back to life.

Maleficent shakes her head. Reasons? The word feels foreign, meaningless. “I don’t know that I ever had a reason for anything, before…”

Before her, she means to say, but she cannot. There was always a before her, yes, but now there is an after her. Everything from now on is after her, without her, and the mere idea of it is something akin to drowning, or perhaps slowly suffocating, deep underground, with the weight of the earth sinking down upon her chest. What did she do before? How did she live? However is she to live now, knowing what she has lost?

“Yeah,” says Joy simply.

Maleficent doesn’t know how long they sit together in silence after that. It hardly matters.

ANYWAY THANK YOU ANONYMOUS FRIEND I HAD FUN LOL

#character death cw #malora #maleficent x aurora #exciting tag for writing things #exciting tag for answered asks #fic:prisoner #char:joy #god i feel so bad LOL i'm like ahhh i don't really write malora anymore what if one of them DIED :) and now it's fun for me sdkjnfkdjsfnfds #the post editor gets worse every time i use it i stg #guys i'm reeeeeeeeeeally thinking about writing this #you don't understand give me a villain w a lost love who sees sth of their lost love in the protag and i go fucking feral EVERY TIME #one minute im normal the next minute i'm on the roof howling it's really bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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what do you think about obsessive/perv!Hanma and posessive sex? smut w/ plot? I feel like there are SO many ways u could approach this!! but u already know he's pretty toxic 💁Dude manhandles and could get off from your tears alone when he makes u choke on his c*ck- but the whole thing is surprisingly intimate at the same time!

some prompts to consider: "you're mine, you belong to me" or "want some help with that?"

p.s. the reader is always gn with they/them prns for my asks if it's alright ! 😜💓

ohhh yes… not to sound bad, but he reminds me of sanzu in a way as far as this because they both can be so possessive but then look like a dilf like what?? 😭

NOTES: cussing, obsessiveness, pervert energy from hanma lol, inspo from season2 ep2, blowjob, fingering, a bit of overstimulation, legit basically only smut WITH PLOT OFC

You’re mine, you belong to me.

“wow hakkai!” you exclaim in awe as you watch the bowling ball knock down the pins.

“i’m not that good, y/n.” he says awkwardly, looking away bashfully.

“well I could never do that.” takemichi says with a pout as you giggle. He picks up a bowling ball and launches it, getting a strike and smirking at hakkai. You look elsewhere, interest lost, catching hanma’s stern gaze.

You returned his glare with a frown as you excused yourself from takemichi and hakkai and walk over to him, standing over his hunched figure with a scowl, alerting kisaki with the sudden tightening of the atmosphere.

“what?” hanma shrugs, resting his head on his palm as he sighs and looks up at you.

“what the hell? you’re jealous again?” you blurt out, silencing the loud conversation around him as hanma sits up, meeting your gaze dispite his form of sitting and yours’ standing up.

“so what? fuck off about it.” he spits back, getting up and walking off as he pulls out his cigarettes.

You honestly had no clue why you were with him. Well, okay, that’s a bit of a lie. He gives you a good time. But the trade off is that when, and if, he is jealous, his words are spitted out like venom. And he also tends to cuss more than usual.

He slammed the door as he walked out, shaking the whole rink as everyone began their conversations up again like normal.

“Y/n, how much longer will you be taking this?” kisaki says as he pushes his glasses up, staring at you with an oddly comforting gaze.

“a while. I’ll beat it into him.” you say with a weak smile as you glace at the door that now sat still, the glass showing his figured leaned against the rails looking down at something below.

“if you ment that literally, he’s the best fighter we got.” kisaki says as he cracks a grin and glaces at the door, turning back to you with a smile.

“And hey, kick him in the knee. It is apparently his weak spot.” he offers, getting up and placing a hand on the top of your head before patting it and walking elsewhere, probably off to plan with takemichi about ways to get more money for this second generation of ‘hoodlums’.

"his knee... huh?" you note to yourself, walking onto the balcony and shutting the door quietly. You turn around and see that he either hadn't noticed you come out, which was highly unlikely, or that he was simply ignoring your presence.

"can we talk?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder that he brushes off. He puts out his cigarette and throws it on the ground below, watching it spark and start a small fire before looking back at you.

"about?" he asks simply, turning entirely to you.

"your.. well, our, behaviors." you start awkwardly, earning a frown.

"If this is about my jealousy, you will have to fucking deal with it. Any man would naturally be a little jealous when their s/o is talking to someone like you were." he says with a tired sigh, returning to the appearing moon and gazing up at it like he needed salvation.

"how was I even talking to him that offended you sooo badly? Huh?! I complimented him and you took that as flirting? That sounds like you have bad interpretation skills, hanma."

Ohhhh now you were pissed. You never called him his full name.

"I do not." he says, avoiding your stern gaze. If he was caught up in that, it was over.

"Hanma. What is up with you today?" you say, almost pleading. It was getting annoying in a way, but a part of it was exhilarating.

"Nothing damn it!" he slams his hand on the banister, pushing you against the wall with a rude scowl to accompany yours.

"well, clearly something is up." you mutter, a rough hand coming down next to your head making you squeak.

“fuckin’ keep that shit up, i dare you.” he says, hot breath fanning your neck, turning you beet red as you accepted your defeat.

”fine. whatever.” you say, pushing him away with a pout as you grab the handle of the door and glance back at him with a glare.

Although it was masked, you could tell hanma was burning up inside trying not to blush, but his stoic demeanor kept that well hidden from the public.

“didn’t know you were so into me being a brat,” you tease, gesturing to his pants, “might want to fix that.” and with that, you shot him an innocent smile as he gritten his teeth and walked inside.

“you don’t know what you have coming, darling.” he says with a sour smile as he turns to the city with a scoff, pulling out a cigarette and beginning his third of the night.

——<3

You walked into the house, leaving the door open as Hanma stumbled in behind you. You bent over, fumbling with your shoe laces as you untied them. You let out a high pitched yelp as hanma walked by, landing a hard slap on your ass.

“what was that for-“

He pulled you up by your waist, slamming you against the wall with a thud. You looked up at him with wide eyes, taking in the pure possessiveness and lust filling his eyes up.

“Kisaki was looking you up and down, you know.” hanma says, his hot breath fanning your neck as he placed small pecks along your collarbone.

“well it’s not like I-“

“shut up.” he says, placing a large hand around your neck as he looked up at you from your neck with a glare. You gulped down a whine as he tilted your neck up towards the ceiling, moving across to the other side of your neck.

“hanma..” you plead, pointing to the open window next to the door. He gave it a frown and looked you up and down, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder like a feather.

“kisaki much have liked your ass,” hanma starts, patting your ass for good measure and giving it a slap as he began to walk up the stairs, “guess i’ll have to get him to delete that photo he took of it.”

“he took a photo of my.. ass?” you ask, dumbfounded someone like that would do such a thing as perverted as this.

“yeah. but you’re all mine, every part of you.” hanma says with a smile, kicking open the door and tossing your gently onto the bed.

He began taking all of his layers off; his tux, his tie, the dress shirt that toned his muscles too well, those tight pants, kicked off his shoes, and then began on you. He tore off your clothes so fast you wondered if you had imagined it.

“ready?” he says as he puts on a condom, checking for the slight nod you gave him as you closed your legs, embarrassed to be this exposed so quickly.

He knelt down, prying your legs open with ease as he shoved two fingers in, making you grip the sheets like your life depended on it.

“you- agh- slow down!” you say, clawing at his hands. He smiled at your form; your eyes were squeezed shut as your lip quivered with each movement. Everything was at the mercy of his hand.

He took his fingers out, watching the arousal drip down with an intensive gaze. He glanced up at your face, more to check up on you, but with the way you already looked fucked out, his boxers couldn’t help but get impossibly tighter around him.

“let this be the signal,” hanma says as he stands up, towering over your small figure as he lines up, “that other people can’t take you away from me. Not with you looking this -mm- gorgeous and being so tight just for me.”

You had no clue what you had done tonight, or maybe you hadn’t done anything at all, but whatever you did, you would do it again and again. Just to get this type of fuck again. To get something so rough yet so gentle, something so controlling yet so free, it was amazing.

Dispite having on the condom, hanma still had just the right angle and was making you see stars.

“y’close? You’re tight as -shit- y’re squeezing me darl’.” he says, breaking the lewd slapping sound.

You let out a broken cry as you came to your high, too lost to even answer as you came. He haltered his movements slightly, allowing you ge through your high before persuing his.

Once your breath evened out, he started back hammering you like an animal, bringing a hand up and wrapping it around your pretty throat just to see your choke and gasp for air.

Just looking at your tears turned him on, and with the way you bounced because of himw ss the last straw as he doubled over, groaning into your chest as he came to his high along with you. Y’all sat there just like that for a while; no movement, just small huffs with a few giggles.

“Alright,” he says, standing up straight and brushing his hair back with his hand as he pulls out, eyeing his still standing cock with a frown. He glanced between it and you, catching you eyeing it too as he smiled, a great idea hitting him.

“Knees.” is all he says, walking off to the bathroom to grab a small towel as you sit up, confused.

“what for?” you ask as he returns with the cloth, earning a dissatisfied gaze.

“I said, get on your knees.” he says as he pushes you off the bed, watching with a grin as you fall and your ass jiggles.

You whine as he slaps your cheeck from left to right, massaging it roughly before he used your mouth. He knew this was going to be rough everytime was so the least he could do was give a quick massage.

He stepped back, allowing you to get ajusted to your new stance as you gaze him a small nod.

You take his dick into your mouth, ajusting to the size little by little as he threw his head back. Though it was hard for you, he became impatient and pushed you all the way down on it, grinning as tears pricked your eyes.

You gagged slightly from the sheer girth, but to hanma, your mouth was warm and made him absolutely feral. He craved more.

“you- gh- you are mine. You hear? Mine.”

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG. I GOT SICK AND THEN SCHOOL HAPPENED AND YEAH. NO EXCUSE THO FOR THIS LONG :((

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