#I don't really know where I was going with this but Anon left me flattered ahah

[elvisabutler]

Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @aconflagrationofmyown and @butlersxbirdy, @lindszeppelin, @powerofelvis @floralcyanide seriously i never know who to tag in this and breeding kink is so iffy i apologize y'all and hey once again if you all want to be on my tag list ( in general, tbh ) just give me a heads up or a holler.

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[morning-sun-brah]

Okay so I've just GOTTA know... how the hell do you write the way you do?? I haven't been able to get sucked into any written work since high school, trauma brain and all. I used to live in books so it's been hell, but your writing got me back into reading, and makes it so I can get lost into that little world again, which I've craved but been able to have for like... so long. Writing is something I've always been into, but I let my fear of failure and need for perfection stop me. Just... do you have any advice for beginners?? It would mean the world to me, but I understand if it's an annoying ask! Thanks for reading no matter what!

Well I am just a mess reading this (in the best way possible).

First of all, thank you so much omfg. And of COURSE it isn't annoying! This is so flattering I'm about to cry my dude.

As far as tips on writing, I feel like I am not the person to ask because I'm just this little weirdo on the internet who likes turtles lol. But!! In an attempt to try and give real advice here is my response... and it got a little wordy so it's all under the break lmaoooo.

~Gin's rambling attempt to give writing advice~

Practice! Literally the only reason I can string coherent words together is because I've been doing this as a hobby for like two whole decades.

Also!! Read! Consuming other fics and books really helps. Sometimes you find a way of saying something that sticks with you. Sometimes you sit and think "I would have done it this way/said it this way." Sometimes you come out on the other end and go "Wow I am a hack that was amazing." Sometimes you finish something and go "Wow that was fucking terrible I'm amazing." Sometimes you read something and it fires off your brain, and you are left itching to write your own story. But however you feel, it's all GOOD FOR WRITING. It helps you grow! It literally helps you find your voice!

Other little things; When I write, I truly immerse myself. I am playing out in cinema format what is happening in the "scene." How is this person reacting? How do they look- down to facial expressions. How are they feeling? Is this something they would say? (would they fucking say that??? is something I think to myself every time I open a doc) And when I write it all down, I try my very best to convey that "scene" that played out in my head. I try to capture that character's voice, their mannerisms, their habits.

Does this even make sense? I sure hope so.

Also, flow. Make sure we're moving right along. Keep track of where hands, legs, and torsos are. If they were sitting when the scene started, and you need them standing to kiss or fight or do a thumb war, at some point you need to make sure you say they stood up. If a hand was on a cheek, it can't suddenly be on an ankle without telling the reader what happened.

I also just think adding little details helps with immersion. When we talk to people, we don't just stand around. We fidget. We pick our nails or scratch our arms or shuffle our feet. All those little details can add to that immersion (or I think so, I'm no expert). "He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before saying..." - Wow, what an awkward little shit. "They scrunched their nose and gave a near-violent eye-roll" - Oh ok they are annoyed! "She shifted her feet and replied"- cool she's being a person, I shift my feet too, neato.

Anyway, nothing I wrote 20 years ago is as good as it is now. I'm highly convinced that I'll think the same thing in another 10 years, about anything I've published recently. But it is getting better, and it's because I keep at it. Having friends in the fandom and beta readers really helps. Make sure you find someone who you know will be positive but honest. And remember, YOU are always going to be your own worst critic.

God why did anyone ever let me have access to a computer. Why the FUCK is this so long? Does it even make sense? Jfc, I'm going to post it and eat a fucking cookie.

I believe in you anon. Also, I love you and thank you so much for making my whole week. I'm going to be so obnoxious about this shit, everyone expect to hear from my ass an annoying amount (kidding, but seriously I'm so fucking flattered thank you so much. This kind of shit makes me wonder what the fuck you're all reading because I swear I am just a silly gal with seasonal depression who needs a haircut).

((Also, anon, I wish you nothing but the best. Take care of yourself, be kind to yourself, and know that I am sending you like a million hugs))

#anon ask #oh also! #write what you want #like- don't write what you think the fandom wants #write what YOU want to see #What YOU like #You're never going to please everyone #So just please yourself #wait that sounds bad #fuck it #sure please yourself whatever I said what I said

[fallenwhumpee]

Hello! I’ve been rereading recently some of your stories and I must say that I really like your writing :)

So… if you don’t mind…👉👈 I have a small writing request for you (It’s cliche but I don’t care, cause I love this prompt):

Two characters are given an important task: they should steal something from a well-guarded facility. The thing is, these characters aren’t really doing well together. One of them is a little slimmer and shorter than their partner (they are also the cocky one) and they have to crawl/get into the place where the item is contained. So, the item is successfully stolen, but on the way back, the cocky character gets shot with a drugged dart or something like that. Maybe they don’t really notice at first.

The other character has to carry both the item and their not-feeling-so-well partner :3 Or will they finally use the opportunity and leave that annoying little bastard at the hands of their enemies? It’s up to you :)

Hi Anon! You flatter me <3 And please don't be shy. I love requests! (Also, let's be honest, we all love cliches. It's only a matter if its done well or not. I hope I can be on the former part.) Please enjoy my short try.

Idiot

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Drugging, abandoning.

Whumper was furious.

Whumpee was the most ridiculous, most annoying person ever. Their cockiness knew no bound (Whumper ignored that they sounded like a hypocrite— they always did).

"Are you even listening?" Whumper snarled.

"Yes, well, we have been looking at the plan for hours. It's not changing today, and it definitely won't change when I get in, too." Whumpee smiled arrogantly.

"Don't forget that the disk—"

"The disk is in a cylinder that is covered with a drug that is absorbed through skin, and we don't know what that drug does. I'll keep my gloves on." Whumpee said with a bored voice.

Whumper glared at Whumpee. This attitude was going to he the end of Whumpee. "Yes. Remember it well, idiot, or I'm leaving you there."

Whumpee smirked. Whumper wanted nothing more than wiping that arrogant smile from their face.

In less than five minutes, the black van dropped them a hundred meters away from the building. Whumper moved to the big maintenance tunnel. Though, worryingly, the space got smaller and smaller until Whumper's bulky shoulders started to touch to the sides.

"Here ends your plan," Whumpee chuckled.

"Just shut up and get the flash disk," Whumper grumbled.

Whumpee disappeared from their sight. Meanwhile, Whumper occupied themselves with exploring the other vents— they stopped just over the meeting room. When they realised that it was empty, they opened their computer and disabled the cameras there, connecting to a port as they closed the security system around the cylinder.

"Ugh. This place is so filthy." Whumpee whined.

"Stay focused." Whumper returned.

"Can't you be more understanding?" Whumpee snarled as an opening sound came. "I'm in. Just need a password."

Whumper hacked into the system again, from backdoor they left this time. It took a few minutes to find where it was stored and another few minutes to crack.

When footsteps came, Whumper left the security system as they used the table as a step stool and got back into the vent, closing the grille. Whumper let out a nervous breath when the room filled with people, but no one remarked on a change.

"Perfect." Whumpee grumbled.

"What happened?"

"The otomatic glass on the cylinder closed, and now my right glove is stuck under it. You did a perfect job, Whumper."

"It's not my fault that I had to disconnect. I'm not getting caught for your sake. And stop whining. You can get out with one glove."

Whumper heard a sigh before they heard Whumpee climb back to the vents. They meet in the middle, Whumpee carrying the cylinder in their gloved hand. They left the cylinder on the floor as they slumped and leaned to the wall of the vent.

"See? It's not a big deal." Whumper said through their gritted teeth.

"That glass could chop my fingers!" Whumpee shouted.

Whumper immediately closed their mouth, voices under them continuing to chatter undisturbed.

Whumper took the cylinder, pushing it to Whumpee's chest and snarling a shut up. Whumpee held the item with both hands before taking it with their right hand and crawling after Whumper.

They went in silence for a while before Whumper was pulled by their leg to demand attention.

"What's it again?"

Whumpee was staring at them, eyes glassy and dazed. Whumper immediately took the cylinder and helped Whumpee to lay down.

"I told you so." They murmured as Whumpee lifted their hand and failed to hold it. Whumper swore. "I'm not carrying y—"

The ground of the vent couldn't carry their weight.

Whumper groaned as they blinked, their body aching, especially their head. Whumpee was lying on the floor, unmoving.

A loud alarm wailed.

Whumper didn't think. They had told Whumpee that they would leave Whumpee there.

They grabbed the cylinder and ran.

#hi im not dead #whump #whump writing #ask #tw drugging #abandoned

[seetangus]

Flowers - Azula x reader - part II

Part I, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, [main masterlist]

Azula x gn reader, warnings: drama ig, requested by 🌹-anon

694 words, enjoy :)

There you stood, awaiting Azula in an ever growing state of nervosity. Suddenly you weren't as sure that your plan would work out. But even the best plan seemed like that in these moments, you told yourself. Surely everything would turn out just fine, wouldn't it?

Luckily, you were snatched from your thoughts by the sound of an opening door; the conference was over. Now it was time for the real panic to begin; you felt a shiver go through your body when Azula entered the hallway. Although it was hard to talk properly being this nervous, you called for her. Surprised, she turned around on the spot: "Y/n! What are you doing here? Why weren't you at the conference?" Normally, you would have been flattered by the fact that she had even noticed your presence the last few times, as you had only sat in the back, where visitors were accommodated, but her tone made it sound like a reproach. Well, almost everything she said sounded like that, so you should feel honored nonetheless.

But you didn't want to waste any more time explaining, so you went to her and said that you wanted to give her something, your voice becoming more and more of a whisper. Azula raised an eyebrow and gave you a skeptical look: "You want to g i v e something to me? I don't think that there is anything you could give me that I do not already possess, but if you insist on doing so I recommend you don't waste any more of my precious time, y/n." As always, Azula knew exactly the right words to make you feel stressed - and give you butterflies, because you got to hear her beautiful voice say your name, but really, it was mainly stress she made you feel.

Being unable to say another word, you held the cloth the flower was wrapped in in front of her and gently unwrapped it, showing the panda lily in all its beauty. You felt a blush take over your face, making you lower your eyes.

When her hands brushed yours while she took the flower from you, you felt a shiver run through your body yet again, but this time it was a warm one, one you wanted to feel more often. You looked at her again, trying to find any change in her features, if anything had changed at all, that was.

To your surprise she looked confused - as if she didn't know what to do in this situation. It was an expression you had never seen before on her face. And one you hadn't expected - she was Azula, she always knew how to act. Also, this couldn't be the first time something like this happened to her, surely she must have had many admirers give her flowers before, right? Suddenly the thought crossed your mind that you might be the first person ever to give her this kind of affection, but you did not have the time to think about it, as Azula finally began to move.

She had been alarmed by the footsteps of an Admiral who was coming in your direction from the conference hall, and she was quick to act. In an instance blue flame flared up and consumed the entirety of the flower, so that only black ash was left.

You felt nothing anymore. Not your sadness, your desperation, your anger or the trembling whisper that was supposed to be your voice when you tried to ask her why she did this to you. She couldn't hear your words as they were stuck in your throat, but for the first time she seemed to understand what you wanted to tell her nonetheless, being quick to answer: "You know that I don't like flowers, y/n, especially none from the earth kingdom, our enemy. It was better I end that plant now than to let it rot in my chamber." She nodded in the direction of the Admiral: "Also, you should be careful about giving gifts to members of the royal family when your superiors are around." She left without giving you the chance to answer.

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[ninlilwinds]

Hi! It’s the anon that asked if you were okay with writing angst.

May I request a Scaramouche, Childe and Diluc where they confessed their love to the reader but reader had rejected them. However, they caught the reader ranting to someone while crying about how they feel so guilty and ashamed but felt that they made the right choice because reader had already worked so hard on their career and feels that if they were to be in a relationship, their efforts would be ruined since there might be chance they’ll be distracted and the chance they’ll be heartbroken. Reader believes this will be the best for both of them so that they won’t hurt each other. Basically, reader rejected them because of their career and fears even though they also love them as well. The outcome of this is entirely up to you (´• ω •`)

I’m sorry this seems so specific and sad, it’s just an idea I had that I haven’t seen a lot of Genshin writers do, so I hope you don’t mind!

Reader Rejects them!

So, I did one bad ending, one good ending and one kinda neutral mostly good ending. I hope this is what you asked and that you enjoy it!

Notice: I have finals coming up and have been swamped by reviews and homework. My request will still be open, but it will take me a bit to get to them and for that I apologize

Characters:(In order) Scaramouche (Bad ending), Diluc (Good ending), Childe (Neutral? ending)

Plot: Reader rejects them for some reasons and character overhears. What will happen next?

Warning: Not proofread. Let me know of any major mistakes!

Scaramouche (Bad ending)  

"What I mean to say, is that I...I believe I have fallen for you." Scaramouche finished his confession with a light tint to his face. You stood there baffled. Did he really just....  

How could you break it down to him? No, stay mature. Don't get emotional, he is your boss after all. You bowed your head, "I am very sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I must decline your offer. I feel flattered you feel that way but I believe it isn't the right time. " And with that you turned and left. 

Did he just hear you correctly? You had rejected him? Of all people? Had he read your signals wrong. He had fallen for you because he simply loved how you were. You truly focused on what matters and you had a knack for getting things done. Your determination was beyond him and he truly admired everything about you. Lately you had been a bit more playful, flirty, and even comfortable with him. But had he received the wrong message? 

He stepped outside his office furious and heard your trembling voice. Following it, he saw you ranting to your friend as they comforted you.  

"I just can’t. He's my boss and I just got this high on the ladder after years of working for the Fatui. I've spent countless hours and If I date my boss, people will think so little of me! Not to mention, how could I focus on a mission? It's just too risky. The bad outweighs the good and-" you choked on a sob, "Did I do the right thing?"  

Your friend tied your hair back (if you have long hair, if you don’t they smoothed it back), "I think for what it's worth, you made the right choice. You aren't ready for a Relationship and if it would put all your hard work to waste, then why have it?" 

You nodded and hugged them, trying to stifle your sobs.  

Is that why you didn’t go to him? Well that made Scara that much angrier. He had never really been rejected in his life, so this experience was new. 

He opened the door and stepped inside, arms crossed. You wiped your tears quickly and regained composure, your friend not leaving your side and staring Scara down as if to say I dare you.  

"You're dismissed." He said simply. 

You looked up to him confused, "P-pardon?"  

"I refuse to work with you, therefore you are dismissed. This is your two weeks' notice. Move it before then, or pay the consequences." He turned on his heels and walked out, the clack of his shoe ringing in your ears. 

Yes Scaramouche felt awful, and he had done it on the whim of the moment. How could he hurt you when you were so precious to him? But there was no going back now.  

Diluc (Good Ending)  

Diluc had planned this confession for months now. He has the tavern all set up for a nice diner and at the end he would tell you how he felt about you. Which is exactly what happened and he was so please that everything was going as planned...until it didn’t. 

You stood from your seat and bowed your head, "I'm terribly sorry Diluc."  

Diluc placed his cup down and looked at you, face as stoic as ever.  

"I'm just...not the right match for you. If you'll excuse me, I best go home now." You collected your things and quickly left for you house. That was one of the worst nights Diluc had experienced. Many questions plagued his mind. How could he face you now? Did you hate him? He knew things would never be the same now.  

But he still had to continue his life, so he went to clear his mind the next day on a walk. There, he heard you talk to one of your friends while sitting down at good hunter.  

"It's just... I'm finally in a stable point in my life and I want to focus on making it permanent rather than have a relationships that could cause problems and distractioins. Like what if we break up? What if we have fights? I love Diluc...I really do..But I'm afraid it'll end terribly." You explained with a little distress visible in your features.  

Your friend listened intently and nodded along in agreement. They glanced over to where Diluc was and then motioned for you to stop then pointe with their eyes. You looked over and saw Diluc, paling.  

"D-Diluc I-…" You tried to find words to explain yourself.  

Diluc shook his head, "There is no need, (Y/N). If the reason you rejected my proposal was because you believe it is not the time, then I shall wait for you. Please don’t think I hold ay resentment towards you." Diluc said. 

You took a deep breath and nodded. A little bit of relief washing over your features, "Thank you, Diluc. As soon as I'm ready, I'll let you know." You smiled, "Can we still see each other until them?"  

Diluc nodded, "I would not have it any other way." He then bowed in respect and continued his stroll to clear his mind.  

He didn't know how long you'd make him wait, but if it meant he got to share his life with you in the end, then it would be worth every second.  

Childe (Neutral ending)  

It had been a week since Childe had told you how he felt, and everything had resumed as normal. He had been gone, so you hadn’t had the chance to see him. The world seemed to rotate around you although you felt your mind had stopped.  

At this point you began to fear you had upset him and he had  gone away, never to return.  

You were expressing your distress to your friend one day, telling them how scared you were about everything that had happened.  

"And so he confessed. I didn't know what to say it was so sudden and I wasn't expecting it. But I'm just not looking for that right now, so I had to turn him down. He didn't talk to me after that, and then next thing I know he's gone for a week." You hugged one of the pillow on the sofa of the common room and HQ tightly.  

Your friend hummed in concern. 

"Do you think he'll be back...or did I mess up ?" You buried your head into the pillow and held your tears back.  

"I don’t know. But if you're not ready for it and not looking for a relationships, you shouldn't force it out of you. It's unfair to both you and the person. He might have just needed to go out for a bit to think on what happened. The rejection must've hit him hard."  

Childe hopped over the sofa next to you with some snacks in hand, "Not hard enough that I don't bounce back." He smiled. 

Your friend seemed a little surprised and when Childe offered them a snack they took it.  

"Don't be so upset comrade. I assure you that I am fine. I was dispatched for a mission to Liyue and didn’t have the time to say goodbye."  

You looked at Childe with teary eyes, "You don't hate me?" 

Childe shook his head with a laugh, "No, I completely understand. But I do have one request."  

"What is it?" You looked at him, a little hesitant 

"Let's stay as friends." He offered you a snack with a smile, "No hard feelings."  

You nodded in agreement, "Alright deal." You said taking the snack. 

And it happened just as you agreed. No one mentioned the event again, and you both remained good friends, although a little awkward at first.  

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[vaveyard]

Please don't talk about POC and Queer authors getting hate when much of the criticism you receive IS from POC and Queer readers and you answer their asks with snark and memes, and laugh about and dismiss them with other people messaging you 🙈

How many struggling, oppressed authors could your contracts have fed? Don't speak for them when you contribute to their oppression. Redistribution of wealth and equality can't happen when white mediocrity gets 6-7 figures, and excellence from people of color gets almost nothing.

Please stop painting yourself as the perpetual victim and even comparing yourself to systematically oppressed people. Please. Surely there has to be a limit as to what you're willing to do for attention.

Most people (like me) do not criticize you for attention (hello? we're on anon? and you have all the power to delete the asks?).

The fact that you think that says a lot more about you than it does about your critics.

The fact that you think that criticism only comes from "one person", because you can't believe that more than one person in the whole world might find you lacking, that's just too absurd and improbable... is also very telling.

Most of us are people of color or members of the LGBTQ+ community or both. You're another white liberal author pretending to be anti-oppression while at the same time supporting the system, putting yourself at the center of the conversation, giving a platform to racist people making fun and/or dismissing people of color, and even participating in this behavior, and getting money and fame as a result. While the same authors of color and Queer that you speak for are left to fight for scraps.

You're not a martyr. It's obvious that you only post these asks to get sympathy and attention by people like you, because the mean oppressed people dare criticize you.

When oppressed people speak, please be respectful enough to listen. And if you can't be bothered to do that, at least keep quiet instead of dismissing them and putting YOURSELF at the center of the conversation.

Feel free to delete this if you wish, I'm not sure a public response would improve the situation. Positive change of behavior is the best show of taking accountability and apologizing for harm.

And so far, in all these years, your behavior towards readers has changed negatively.

Money, greed and entitlement really are a sickness.

Again, your issue is with the publishing industry (and the structure of capitalism in general, it seems), not with me. I'm flattered you think I have much power over either. I cannot control what manuscripts my publisher signs or who they choose as a lead title. I am also not going to refuse support for my own writing (as I am a working writing myself). I can control who I tour with and what panels I agree to be on. I'm grateful to be in a position where I can ask to do events with marginalized and/or debut authors/authors who debuted during the pandemic who didn't get a fair shake. That's been my protocol for the last few years.

And I stand by what I said. I know whatever "hate" I get is minuscule compared to what marginalized authors and creators deal with. I must acknowledge that, and I don't think that's "speaking for" anyone. Just stating the very obvious on the off chance someone thinks I'm getting an inordinate amount of negative comments. There is no comparison between my experience and their own.

I am a flawed human far from perfection. Trust me, I know many people find me lacking, some with valid cause and some without. But the vast majority of them are not on tumblr, sending a barrage of messages all at once, every few weeks, using the same syntax and focusing on the same issues every single time. It is very easy to tell which messages are from the same source.

I also have no way of knowing who a person actually is on anon. Or sometimes when it's coming from a named account. Quite frankly, I am usually the only part of the equation that is known in my interactions on here.

Regarding centering myself in conversation - I am responding to messages in my inbox, on my account. Perhaps that's the disconnect here? Unfortunately, the messages I answer are about me? As a rule, I don't answer any messages, comments, questions, or insults towards other authors that end up in my inbox. That's poor form in my opinion. And I can only talk in depth on my own experience.

#ask

[angelatmidnight1]

Sheesh, say less queen! I don't remember half of the topics in that reblog even though i literally just read them, because its late and currently i have the memory span of a goldfish, so I'll just word-vomit real quick and hope I don't cringe about it in the morning.

I'm not sure if this is gonna be that big of a surprise for you, but you and I have actually interacted a lot through these asks, and if I'm honest your blog is probably the reason i even have tumblr at all. Your writing is supreme, it literally never fails to brighten up my day, and the fact that there's such an amazing person behind it all is literally the cherry on top of the cake.

I've said this a crap ton of times before, but you strike me as a very kind person with an even kinder heart. At some point, I've even thought about dming you to just talk and maybe see if you'd wanna get on apex together or something, but I forgot about this little detail where I'm just very fvcking shy so i never did any of that haha.

N e way, I hope Obi is doing fine as well and actually at this point im beginning to wonder if you have any idea of which anon i am... you probably do lol.

Anyway, I know you've been busy with your teaching job, so good thing summer break is almost around the corner. I've been busy with college myself, this year I'm working as an artist for a 3d game project and it's going by a little smoother than it went last year, but again I don't wanna jinx anything.

I've also been very busy trying to juggle all that with personal art stuff... I've been working on a couple of illustrations I'll be giving to my brother and some friends of mine for their birthdays and I'm excited about that. I've realized that I actually really love making people happy through kind and unexpected gestures, so thinking about their reactions is really what's fueling my inner artist haha.

Anyway, that was a ramble and a half, but this time you quite literally asked for it so... you're welcome☺️😜

Omg, thank you so much! I did ask for it but your response made my night. I’m a bit speechless, so I apologize if my response isn’t as long, but…I really am flattered 😊

Also, I’m really shy too so I think I know where you’re coming from but if you ever wanted to play Apex or just chat, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m like…90% sure which anon you are, and if you want, I could send a dm to the one I think is you as a guess lol, but no pressure.

Obi is fine and I have 14 days left or the school year before I’m home free 🙌 Just a little bit longer…I hope your art project goes well and you find the time to relax too, cause that’s super important. But yeah, thanks so much! ♥️ This was definitely a great surprise.

[maiverie]

yk i just wanna share,,, I've been wanting to be a good writer just like you 😯 and any other authors there but like my head can't just form ideas the only ideas it's forming is the idea to sleep IT'S SO ?!*@?@ LIKE i wanna ask / im curious how writers like you think of prompts, the storyline and all and write it nicely ??? 😭 so yea i admire you !!!

:(( anon wth this is so sweet thank u so much :( u admire me?? bye i'm so flattered you even think of me like that 😭 it's an honour to receive this kind of ask so thank u sm for sending this through ☹️🫶 you're not alone,,, writing is hard and coming up w storylines can honestly be so ass 😭 i honestly dont really know if i'm all that qualified to give advice, but here are my thoughts!! :>>

in my experience, the best way to come up with a story idea is by literally just choosing one thing that you really want to write. it can literally be anything — maybe you really want to write a particular trope (enemies to lovers), a time period (something based on the 80s), a season (winter or summer), a workplace (the office), a character with a particular career (a magazine editor), or something really mf random (a character that goes shopping for christmas). just choose something to start with and flesh it out from there! most of the time, i choose my "one thing" by getting inspired by tv shows / movies / songs / other fanfics. for example, i might be watching a medical drama and think "damn i rlly wanna write a hospital au or nurse au or medical student au".

i think it becomes less overwhelming when you choose just one thing you want to do, because you can let your idea sprout from there. even if your final idea deviates far from your starting point, it's a lot less daunting starting from one idea than sitting there tapping your fingers while waiting for a story plot to randomly come up.

after you choose your one thing, maybe add in more details. if you've chosen a particular trope like enemies to lovers, think about why they're enemies and then go from there. was it a misunderstanding? where is the story set? how old are they? how do they fall in love? stuff like that! honestly sometimes i just put on main character music and visualise scenes that come to mind 😭

sometimes, your "one thing" can literally just be a dialogue line. is there one line you really want to include in your story? maybe it's a nickname or a particular scene or ending or something like that. for example, your one thing might be that you don't want your characters to end up together, so you can backtrack the series of events that unfold to make that happen.

as for writing tips, oh god if i included everything then this post would literally be way too long :< my best tip for writing is to honestly focus on your characters. start small and choose two/three main characters and focus on them. don't worry about coming up with a unique plot or something full of twists or whatever else. my favourite stories in the world were written by authors who made me genuinely love their characters because they felt real. sure, a whacky plot might hook a reader in, but likeable characters that are worth rooting for are what going to make your readers stay.

ways to make your readers want to root for your characters is by giving your characters motivations and fears and all the other stuff that real humans have. for example, i'm not going to give a shit about story about a snail that roams the earth. but if you tell me that that snail is the only one left of its species and its one true goal in life is to find another snail to marry, i'm probably going to care a lot more about the story bc now i rlly wanna know if the snail gets what it wants :<

LMAO maybe that made no actual sense but my point is mostly to just flesh out your characters and give them feelings and emotions and show that in your writing. with the enemies to lovers example, i really love the e2l stories that genuinely make me feel like the two characters are better when they're together because they bring out the best in each other. maybe i'm rooting for them because one of them has a history of self-sabotage and i really want to see them be happy for once. stuff like that, yk?

sorry if this was quite tangential and the advice is a little vague. you can always ask clarifying questions!

here are some resources that might help!

job ideas

dialogue prompts: one, two, three, four (search "dialogue prompts" on tumblr)

more prompts!

also bff don't be too hard on yourself. writing is so subjective — people you think are good writers might be considered bad by someone else. just write about stories you like, whether it's a cute romcom plot or a horror fic or an angsty story about fucking snails, because that's all that really matters. have fun okie? :>>

lots of luv <333

#hope this helps :0 #ask #@ : anon ♡︎ #vis à vis ꒰ advice ꒱ ✰ #just scroll to the bottom tbh i just fucking ramble all the time lmfao #questions about

[elvisabutler]

Just finished reading your Selkie AU and IT WAS AMAZING!!!!! My heart was broken while her heart was broken truly

COME HERE ANON. come here, right on over here. you should know that reading this when i first woke up this morning was an absolute delight. especially since hell- i think it's been a year since i posted it now? it will never cease to amaze me how well received it's been because i genuinely adore selkie au's. like secretly they're the first sort of au i look for in fandoms because i'm a sucker like that. but the myth itself has always been one i enjoy so to have people not go "what on earth, ally??" is so delightful and always makes me kind of want to just write random things for them. like yeah y'all need to hear about how they adopt a little baby selkie whose parents don't know how to deal with him. or how she just swims with a bunch of seals around her in the ocean no matter where they go.

or how elvis couldn't stop thinking about her when he left after getting back his skin and she felt the same. ( this last one i now really want to write because writing pining heartbreak is fun y'all!! ) but yes, thank you so much and trust me when i say you bestowed a high form of flatter by telling me you felt her heartbreak. and listen if you ever ever want to read more beyond the little bit i have planned. hit me up in my askbox, i'll gladly do it.

#ally answers asks #selike!elvis #live a little love a little messages

[blackhairedjjun]

I'm honestly speechless. Your reply makes me wanna tear up BHJ.😭❤️ And... I will make sure to keep that in mind to ask you about things. Will I seem strange to say that I always pause and gather myself for a moment before I could read flowers of every colour? Yeah, I have to read the 5th part. I read till Oc and Jun have had danced together. I really like the way you described the dance though. I highkey had the butterflies I never expected myself too. 🤭

I felt even more exhilarated when Jun pulled oc into a hug when all Choi siblings had met. The letters piling up could be the best thing! The banter? I live for it!

How do we write some good description about outfits? I love the way you decsribed Yeonjun's outfit. Also, I wanna know how you describe the ancient settings and the dance as well. Of course, any way we can just pour life into writing small gestures and actions?

🦋!

hi butterfly anon! no, it's not strange at all <3 i'm always flattered when people tell me how they react reading to foec, especially when they get emotional or feel butterflies in their stomach like yes! that's what it's supposed to make the reader feel so my writing is working 🤭 i'm so so happy that you love the scenes i wrote! chapter 4 was one of my favorites to write, and for the soogyu banter in chapter 3 i drew a lot of inspiration from watching them in to do hehe.

i'll put my writing thoughts under a read-more since they're long:

part 1: writing descriptions!

for outfit descriptions i assume you mean this part right?

you turn in the direction of his voice, but any reply you had in mind evaporates at the sight of him. yeonjun is standing at the gazebo entrance and your jaw goes slack from just how beautiful he looks. the dark emerald green jacket he wears hangs well on his shoulders, and the gold embroidered details on the front shine in the moonlight. his hair has been slicked back, with a few strands left in front of his forehead, framing his face. even in the evening dimness you can make out his features: his shining eyes, his plush lips.

his outfit here is actually based on his first costume in the act sweet mirage tour:

i don't always have a reference when i describe things in my fic, but it can be very helpful! so at least i have an idea in my head of what exactly i'm describing. searching for references on pinterest helps a lot!

so i know what yeonjun's outfit looks like, now i want to describe it from the point of view of the reader character (y/n). i'm writing in second person POV so i want readers to see what y/n sees! since yeonjun is y/n's love interest and close friend, they would see him and his outfit in a way that enhances how attractive he is, while also showing that y/n is starting to develop feelings for him. so i describe how his outfit complements his natural features ("the dark emerald green jacket he wears hangs well on his shoulders"; "his hair has been slicked back, with a few strands left in front of his forehead, framing his face"), and i also add in elements of the setting to set a romantic mood and make the overall atmosphere more vivid (" the gold embroidered details on the front shine in the moonlight", "even in the evening dimness you can make out his features: his shining eyes, his plush lips").

a few chapters later i introduce another character and also describe what she is wearing, but this time i want this character and her outfit to intimidate y/n rather than feel attraction. i won't spoil it but let me know when you find where that part is and how i wrote it!

generally when it comes to descriptive writing - things like what a character is wearing, the room they are in, even things like dancing, etc. - i find it more important to tie my descriptions to the story and the characters than to make it super precise and detailed. my readers don't need to know every detail of a room or of a piece of clothing or a dance, they need just enough to clearly follow what's going on. once i have that level of enough, i focus on answering these questions: how does the thing i'm describing make my characters feel? how can my description show that feeling?

part 2: pouring life into small gestures and actions!

personally, i like putting a LOT of little gestures and facial expressions and body language in my writing! which won't be everyone's cup of tea but that's my own writing style. honestly i'm not entirely sure how to teach this bc this is something i do naturally when i write...

first step would probably to just be very observant and notice people's body language! even noticing your own helps :) for txt specifically, it helps that i follow their content a lot (variety shows, interviews, lives, etc) because i start to notice the little reactions that each member has, especially when they react differently to the same thing!

i'll use this bit from foec chapter 4 as an example:

“you look…” stunning. wonderful. beautiful. “…good.” it’s not the compliment you wanted to give, but yeonjun gets the message anyway. he lets out an awkward laugh and he turns his head away, covering his mouth with one hand. "when he recovers, he turns to you with a small smirk. “and you look amazing too.”"

so i know that yeonjun is the type who gets flustered easily, but also the type who flirts and wears his heart on his sleeve around people he likes. as a writer, i also know that he has a little crush on y/n at this point and those feelings are about to become deeper, even if yeonjun himself hasn't realized it yet.

my goal here is to translate his thoughts and emotions into visible actions, using his character quirks as a guide. he likes y/n a lot and getting complimented by them made him feel all giddy, but he also genuinely enjoys their company and is really happy to see them outside the ball. so i convey his giddiness and his little crush through actions that show how easily flustered he can get ("he lets out an awkward laugh and he turns his head away, covering his mouth with one hand") but i also show his genuine care for y/n + him testing his feelings through his flirtiness ("when he recovers, he turns to you with a small smirk. 'and you look amazing too.'")

when i write little actions i'm always thinking of 1) the character's overall personality and how they normally behave, and 2) what they're thinking or feeling in that particular moment. their actions should show how they're thinking or feeling, but do so in a way that also reveals who they are as a person! i hope this makes sense slkdfjksdlfj i'm not really sure how to explain what i do here

i hope this helps, butterfly anon! if you're unsure of anything i said, please let me know and i can try to explain <3 happy writing!

#🖤 anon #anon: 🦋 #bhj's inbox #about writing

[haritonseldonshusband]

question about the fic of yours! the strade/lawrence one. i understand if you aren't interested in finishing it, but if that is the case, would you be willing to share what you had planned for the rest of the story? i found it just recently and have read through it twice. i really like your writing voice and the difference between you writing the story as it follows law or strade, respectively :) have a nice afternoon!

anon about the fic, back again! i realized this blog is a ways away from your ao3 so i am going to explain how i got here because i realize otherwise it could be a bit unsettling. in the fic's last author note you mention your old blog, which has a carrd, which links to your twitter, which links here. that's all!

Oh boy omg. I mean, on the one hand, super flattering that you liked the fic enough to come hunt me down elsewhere! On the other hand, I suppose I have to thank you for a reminder about internet safety lmao. Like, no, I don't mind, it's cool -- it's not like I'm trying to hide or anything. My username here used to be just a play off of my softhorrorgay account omg, so I'm not like...trying to lay ultra low or anything.

Honestly, I kind of lost steam on the fic! Not because I didn't like it, because I love the ship, but I don't do a whole lot of fic writing, exactly because I tend to burn out on writing it. When it comes to writing, I'm way more into rping, because it's collaborative, and I don't have to do the whole thing myself.

Let's see if I can give a rough rundown of what I was thinking for it, if I can remember. Bullet points under the cut! Also HEAVY TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, NECRO, NON/DUBCON, AND OTHER NASTINESS. IT WAS A NASTY FIC. YE'VE BEEN WARNED.

Okay, so, I definitely wanted there to be some red riding hood themes, but most of that was going to occur through the eyes of Lawrence during drugged scenes. Here's what I can remember off the top of my head:

Lawrence was going to have a lot of surreal moments because he was constantly drugging himself to deal with the panic of feeling hunted by Strade

Strade was going to start finding out more about Lawrence slowly, by way of stalking him to find out more about where he goes, what he does, and when he might catch him alone

They were going to have another close call in the woods, where Strade was going to discover Lawrence bathing in the river, was going to see blood on his mouth, conclude he'd been eating something out here, and was going to try to wrangle him onto the riverbank, which was going to result in panicked thrashing from Lawrence, during which he was going to break Strade's nose and break free

Lawrence makes up his mind to kill Strade, because he's causing too much of a problem, but he winds up with someone new taped up in his apartment, which complicates things further, because he doesn't want to have to get rid of two bodies at the same time, and he doesn't know where Strade stays, and he doesn't even know if he wants to kill this new person, because it's nice to have company that doesn't make him feel so panicked

Strade finds Lawrence's apartment, picks the locks while Lawrence is at work, and discovers the little secret that Lawrence is keeping hidden away in here, and he decides then and there that he's not going to let Lawrence go, not ever, he's too interesting, he's too much like himself

Strade entertains himself in the meantime by helping himself to the wrapped up gift Lawrence has unwittingly left for him here, and Lawrence comes back to his captive in pieces

Lawrence, high as balls and tripping a bit, is seeing the scene in a very fantastical way, and when Strade makes himself known, there's a lot of wolfish imagery going on, something, something, Strade stalks closer, until Lawrence's freeze turns into fight because NO, why is he here, no one is allowed in here

They tangle, they fight, they beat the shit out of each other, until Strade eventually gets the upper hand, and fucks Lawrence in the gore of the recently dismembered captive while asking him about what he was doing in the woods - was he burying a body? Was he eating a body? He was naked -- was he fucking a body? Disgusting, said with pure adoration

Strade takes him home, slaps a collar on him, and in a short epilogue follow-up, there was gonna be a scene where it becomes clear that Lawrence actually settled in pretty well, because despite the horrors that Strade inflicts on him, Strade is every bit as obsessive as he is, he doesn't have to worry about Strade leaving, because look at what lengths Strade went to to get him and keep him, and when Strade's finished with a new plaything, he likes to bring up a chair and watch while Lawrence humiliates himself by humping at/fucking/playing with whatever is left of them

And I think that's about the gist of what I had planned! Obviously that's just kind of a bare bones skeleton, but that's generally what I was thinking. Hope that's what you were looking for, anon, and thanks for letting me know you liked my fic!✌️

#eli ask #time to go review my accounts soon w he e z es #no really though thanks anon!! sorry i never finished the fic #it's still nice to know people enjoyed what i did get done of it

[neo-shitty]

honestly, i really envy your writing style. you make words sounds so right and beautiful and it's just. it's everything i want to be as a writer. i have a fic that i've been working on for i think 2 weeks now and it's approximately 6.2k, but i don't like it, so i'm going to scrap it and rewrite it. i'm not happy with the way i write, but coming on here and (re)reading your fics makes me feel like i'm floating somewhere. where, i don't know, but i want you to know, toffee, that your writing makes me feel things.

you left me speechless the whole day, anon. actually, i still don’t know what to say ☹️ first of all, i am honored and flattered by the way you feel towards my writing. to have everything i’ve been working on recognized and appreciated like this makes me feel warm (and it actually brings me to the brink of crying bc shjdhdjd i don’t deserve this come on 😭)

for all that it is though, same. i feel the same as you do. i can name a couple of writers whose writing styles i envy a lot. and if i weren’t too embarrassed to show my document titles, i’d show you how many stories i left in my drafts bc i didn’t like how they went. i had phases where reading fics became more self-damaging than therapeutic bc i always kept comparing myself to others like “why can’t i write like that”.

i feel you. maybe a lot more than you think. and while i appreciate that you feel this way towards my writing, i’m not too far off from where you are. my progress on writing was just haha consumption of literature actually (be it fanfic after i got over that toxic ass comparison phase or actual novels) and self-acceptance that maybe this is all i can offer right now in terms of writing. there are days when the combination of words just don’t make sense and it’s frustrating bc you want to make it better—tell the story better but you simply can’t. i learned that rather than scrapping things entirely, i bench them in my drafts, leave it for a few days (months, years) until i’m ready to try again. and i move on to other ideas and what not. funny story, i managed to fully write and finish story ideas i didn’t think i could ever write back in 2020 this year.

of course, i sometimes still fail to put into writing the story i want to tell in my head, but by not stopping there’s progress somewhere even when i don’t really notice it. so the improvement is not a quick process, it’s tiring and draining and there are days when the insecurities get to your head. but the only advise i can offer is just keep writing. be it about little things in your day or drabble ideas. anything just to keep that little writing brain thinking. from there, you’d know which areas to improve and tbh it’s the little by little progress that makes a difference in the long run. also, please don’t be too harsh on yourself. there’s always room for progress if you’re willing to work on it. ☹️🤍

tldr; thank you so much again anon and i hope this thing made sense or at least let you peek into my mind a bit hsjdh

#toff.asks #anon #bookmark

[just-like-playing-tag]

I wasn't that pissed with TPN S2 in the beginning and had a lot of faith in it. Then it all started going down and I just let out all the salt I was keeping when ep8 released. I then now decided that I'm going to just re-read the manga and now bought volume 9 and 10. Atleast this circus wreck was able to make me see TPN in a newer perspective from all the ranting people do. And your posts were really helpful with that and I just loved every point you made.

Let's all just join together as one and re-read the manga to relieve ourselves from this pain and enjoy the happy things in life (◡ ω ◡)

Awww thank you so much Anon this was so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

Yeah I totally agree!!! Manga is 184 chapters long, that is still a fair amount of content to enjoy. And then there's fanfictions, and then there's fanarts!!!! Edits and gifsets!!!!! And then there's me who has yet to finish their tons of unlikely AU posts!!! We may not get weekly content anymore, but I believe there still is lot of content to enjoy. There's the repeatedly teased Ayshe chapter!!!!! The novels (like the Gilda and Don novel everyone????)!!!!! I have a feeling the special exhibition chapter will be unofficially made public soon and I can't wait for everyone to see it, and to spam Ray's angelic smile everywhere like for real look forward to it that is the best smile Posuka Demizu has ever drawn and I'm not even exaggerating. Demizu's occasional Twitter sketches!! Plus I hope Shirai will eventually reveal the Lambda escape plot line in some way, I know he has it there somewhere.

What I'm saying is that as long as the series gives you happiness, there's still plenty of ways to enjoy it. Let's all have lots of fun while we're together in the fandom!!

#I really should reread the manga... I've wanted to do it for the longest time (╥﹏╥) #Can you believe I've read it only once??**I** can't believe it. #In four days the last volume will be available in my country... When I finally get it I shall probably give the whole thing a reread #But actually I'm just waiting for the novels to come out where I live (╥﹏╥) #Today I edited anime Lambda Norman character design to be Lambda Ray and I'm very satisfied with how it turned out!!!! #No I'm not back from the hiatus and I won't be for another while #But I've decided I won't come back to the normal schedule until I've finally written down all my major ideas + done editing what I want! #And most importantly: answered all of the asks because man those 28 people need some answers :') #What I'm trying to say is: I know people are upset with the anime #and the consequences it had on the fandom (like... Pushing away tons of people I guess) and that's extremely valid #But also it doesn't necessarily mean tpn is dead you know? There's still you! And me! #And a bunch of other people who loves the (manga) for what it is!!!!!! #So yeah let's just have a good time :) #I don't really know where I was going with this but Anon left me flattered ahah #I've got quite a bit of followers now and yet every time somebody says they like my posts I'm like “You like???? What????? Wow. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)” #tpn #the promised neverland #people asks me stuff #I'd say something like “let's all do a manga reread together” but also like I'm the kind of person who reads one chapter per day and- #that's it so I don't think I'm the most indicate person to reread the manga with XD

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

(Pina Colada Anon) Mark: SHOOT HIM! HE'S THE IMPOSTER! Dark: No, he is the imposter! Shoot him! Y/N, setting down the gun and walking over to both of them: I have two hands, don't worry.

(Hope you dont mind I turn this into a fic ghdhgh bc I haven't done any for ADWM on here)

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“You’re never, ever going to escape me. Not now-?!”

Out of nowhere, Mark ran in and tackled Dark as the world reverted back to its normal colors. 

You wondered where he had gone this whole time, but you could only stand there in bewilderment, watching the two pretty much fight to the death over you. Humorously enough they tried throwing punches with bags over their heads, which were quickly discarded. 

Dark tried glitching around to confuse Mark and gain the upper hand, though it ended up confusing you too as they were both identical, voices sounding the exact same.

Eventually one of them pulled out a gun, which got knocked away and slid directly towards you.

You huffed and picked up the weapon, looking up to see them still fighting and started to get annoyed. This isn’t what you signed up for.

“Alright. That’s enough! I’m settling this once and for all.”

Hearing a click, they froze and backed away from each other, seeing you standing there with the gun. Immediately they pointed at one another, once again yelling as they begged you to shoot the “Dark Mark.”

“He needs to die!”

“Shoot him!”

“No! Shoot him!!”

“He does bad things to good people!”

“He’s got weird eyes!”

You feel like you’ve seen this trope in dozens of movies--with identical clones forcing you to decide who’s the “fake” and praying you’re right if you kill them.

But then you wondered..

Why did this have to be like a dumb cliché movie? Can’t you make your own choice? Your own story?

Besides, you weren’t too keen on killing anybody on a first date. Maybe you can figure out some sort of compromise if these two really loved you that much. You knew Mark did but you weren’t sure about Dark.

Eh.

You made up your mind..

And calmly put the gun down.

Once Mark and Dark realized you weren’t aiming at them anymore, they slowly stopped arguing and just stared at you, confused. At first they thought you were gonna just walk away from the situation, leaving them with broken hearts, but no...you were walking towards them.

“Boys, boys..I’m flattered you’re fighting over me. But I have two hands, y’know.” You chuckle, taking Dark’s hand in your right and Mark’s in your left. “And I'm not gonna use them to kill, but to love you both."

Mark was taken aback by your smooth pickup line, a warm blush growing on his face. But he huffed and stared at the copycat. "What’s there to love about this idiot who interrupted our date? He's a liar and a cheat."

"As if you're any different." Dark snarled, reverting back to his original self. "What kind of fool "forgets" his wallet on the first date? You clearly have no shame in making them do everything for you. You can’t keep forcing them choose again and again!”

“Well at least I didn’t keep them hostage in a scary dark void-!”

“Hey. Nobody forced me to choose anything.” You huffed, making them both turn their gaze back to you. “So what if neither of you are perfect? You are to me, and that’s okay. Dark..I’d like to get to know you better. You seem a bit creepy but I’m not one to judge books by their covers.”

The entity’s shoulders visibly relaxed a little as he quietly nodded.

“And Mark, today has been fun and I don’t wanna end it on killing someone. Not a good impression to leave on a first date. Let’s talk about this over dessert and you guys can prove yourselves to me in your own ways, yeah?”

For a long moment they just stared at each other, then they looked at your hands. As much as they despised being together and having to share you, they didn’t wanna disappoint you on your first date.

Finally they sighed in defeat.

"Fine."

"Alright..but just this once. Maybe this won’t be so bad."

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ENDING 11: Swirl

TRY AGAIN?

#clanask #pina colada anon #adwm x reader #a date with markiplier x reader #darkiplier x reader

[jangmi-latte]

A-Alpha Silver with a shy fem crush?? Am I doing this right?? ~🍁leaf anon

☾︎ 12:17 𝐀𝐌 ☽︎ 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎..

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛

comments: ARF ARF PROTECTIVE UNMATED ALPHA SILVER ARF ARF ARF

"it's not that far..." you mumbled out, hands playing with the sleeves of your sweater as you remained still on the horse. oh you weren't sitting like you were leaving, you sat on the saddle like a chair.

he stared up at you with his expression not flattering. oh, he's serious alright. you're not going inside the woods alone. most especially when you barely know the small area where he lives that's within the valley of thorns.

"please?" you asked once again, looking into his dour eyes before looking away.

"no."

"silv—"

"no, y/n," he said it again and though he was hesitant, he used his alpha voice, stern yet gentle. it made you fold your lips and continuously play with your sleeves. "it's the woods. i already told you it's dangerous here."

"what about you come with me then?" you asked again, more hopeful this time as you leaned a bit more foreward. his scent wasn't has strong as other alphas like malleus' and yet whenever you would come near, the scent of oak and leaves would flood your senses. the euphoria you would feel is dominating.

both of you were unclaimed too.

"why are you even so desperate to go inside the woods?" he sighed, a yawn following suite while he looked around.

you couldn't exactly say WHY you wanted to go to the woods. it was a stupid-not-so-stupud reason after all. you wanted to pick some herbs for a soup you planned to offer to the alpha. why? are you courting the alpha?

honestly, you planned to. but you don't know how and neither do you think it's appropriate or are you responsible enough to HANDLE the courtship. it was either you having to court silver to show your interest or another alpha pinning on you while you barely spare them a glance.

"uhh.." you looked into the woods and back to silver. aurora-colored eyes just looked at you, expecting an answer on why you're mounted on a horse. bringing a horse to the woods, both clever and stupid. "herbs..." you admitted and pinched your palm.

he's going to say no.

"herbs?" he questioned. "we have those in the cottage."

"not...the herbs i'm looking for exactly.."

silver sighed and rubbed his nape. you're a persuasive omega, stubborn. whatever. choosing between seeing your disappointed face or seeing you come home wounded was not something he really wanted to be forced to chose on.

"scoot. i'm coming with you."

and he sat behind you.

his scent was all you could smell.

his arms were beside you while he held the reigns.

you wanted to scent him so badly...

the horse walked inside the woods, nothing but the crunching of leaves under the clopping of hooves on the soil. soothed by the white noise of birds and natural noises from distances, added by the warmth silver was emitting behind you, you nearly fell asleep.

"what herbs were you looking for exactly?" came his soft voice as you felt his chest rumble behind you.

"lily...bulbs.." you had to clear your throat mid-sentence; you just had to have your voice crack, huh. embarrassing.

"you could've just told me to get those for you. they're just close."

"exactly, they're just close..." you mumbled, "but you stopped me."

"even if it's this close, who knows what's could attack you. i nearly fell off a hill because of a pixie pranking me while i was training." he sighed, looking around for any lily bulbs.

"pixie?" you asked.

"it's a long story," he shook his head, making the horse turn a left. "here, there's some lily bulbs here. take all what you need."

he hopped off the horse and wrapped its leads around a tree. you took the basket attached to the saddle and nearly dropped yourself off. however, feeling silver's hands on your waist, you subconsciously held onto his shoulders and let him guide you to the ground, "thank you."

ah, you blinked up at him, taking in the calming pheromones he produced. handsome. yet, with a slap of reality to your face, you instinctively let go and hugged the basket to your chest.

"a...are you coming with me?"

silver, though with tinted cheeks, cleared his throat, "i can watch you from here. something might make the horse go wild."

nodding, you walked to the bushes while he sat on the ground and leaned on the trunk. unbeknownst to you, he can smell how strong your angel's breath-like scent. no, it wasn't a sign of one going to heat. it was like you wanted him to smell you in a way to let him know where you are.

actually, he wasn't smell it entirely from you. he can smell it on himself.

you scented him on accident. and he's drowning in it.

silver lifted his shirt to his nose — you were leaning on his back the whole ride — and took a small whiff of what you left on him. shit, it smelled so damn good. he sighed in content and relief, feeling his eyelids slowly grow heavy. yes, he's supposed to be watching you but your scent was too distracting.

and the moment you came back with a basket full of lily bulbs, you saw him asleep. he looked so peaceful with his lips slightly apart. even a maya was chilling on his head with a small flower in it's beak. "oh..."

you can't disturb your— not your, the alpha. it would make you feel guilty. besides, it was an opportunity you never knew you would have. to be able to stare and admire the alpha you wanted to court for who knows how long.

you sat beside him, the maya chirping as it landed on his lap, and just... well, sat there. now that he could smell you more, he let out a long relaxed breath, unbothered and more of being at ease. his scent was calm now.

until you began to grow sleepy too...

and lilia had to fetch the both of you when the sun started setting. what he saw, was an omega snuggled up on an alpha's chest, fast asleep. even the maya was asleep on the basket of lily bulbs.

a father wonders when his son would introduce the woman he would marry...

© 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞 2021.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #silver twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader #lilia vanrouge #omegaverse au #omegaverse

[dinosaurtsukki]

solitude | fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

part 3 of broken, continuation of savior

summary: for the first time in a long time, you're free of fyodor with him in prison. however, you find yourself wondering if this is what you truly want

word count: 1.1k words

contains: stockholm syndrome-ish (depending how you look at it), slight manipulation

anon: Hi ! First, I hope that you’re okay, I wanted to tell you that your work is soooo great, I really support you. Then I wanted to ask you if you could write a part 3 of « broken ». I really loved « broken » and « savior », you are very talented.

a/n: ahh i'm so flattered but thank you !! broken was actually my first fyodor fic so i'm surprised people like it and asked for a sequel. i was kind of on the fence with how to end this series because y/n and fyodor's dynamic is a bit complicated but i hope it came across here!

you're loathe to admit it, but every time you heard a doorbell ring or a knocking on the door, you hope that it's fyodor finally returning home.

it had been more than two weeks since fyodor had enacted his master plan using cannibalism to get the port mafia and armed detective agency to turn against each other. you weren't completely privy to all the details of fyodor's plan or the bigger organization he was working for, but he did let you know that being sent to jail was a part of it.

"you're free to use this space, especially since the special division and armed detective agency are cracking down on the rats of the house of the dead," fyodor told you one night.

"is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i see you're playing favorites then."

"you've only noticed my favoritism now?" fyodor chuckled. you found it almost funny in hindsight how your relationship had evolved from him manipulating you to playful banter between the two of you.

"you won't be seeing me for a long time," he hummed, absentmindedly twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger. it had become a habit of his that you didn't find entirely unwelcome. "should i leave you a little souvenir so you don't miss me?"

"you're already leaving me your place," you scoffed, waving a hand at him. "that's enough. i have to lay low for the next couple of weeks too."

"that would be advisable," fyodor nodded, letting go of your hair and sitting a little farther from you on the sofa. you hated that you almost wanted to move a little closer. "i've made sure to take care of my tracks. they shouldn't inspect this place."

"alright," you said, paused, before adding "thank you."

the next morning, he was gone before you even woke up. aside from the emptiness of the apartment, you were left with an ambiguously melancholic feeling.

now, he was gone and you had more than enough room to breathe. if you wanted to, you could even finally run away after making sure the coast was clear. but you had already established a while ago that there was more benefit to you staying with fyodor.

maybe the decision you were grappling with was whether or not you actually missed fyodor.

'impossible,' you thought, physically shaking your head as if trying to correct yourself. and despite what you told yourself, there could only be one explanation as to why you frequented fyodor's study so much and took care to wipe his cello case clean every night.

in fact, you began staying in the study more often each day. the desk was as neat as fyodor had left it with his laptop and several files and books stacked neatly on the table. one book in particular, caught your eye.

"the complete collection of t.s. eliot poems," you read aloud. suddenly, you remembered one of the first time you and fyodor had talked in the library, back when you were just a college student and he was just a handsome stranger.

of course, you could tell that the placement of this book could only be deliberate. "of course you'd leave something for me," you spoke out loud, as if he could hear. carefully, you opened the book and found a space neatly cut into the middle of the pages and a flash drive embedded inside.

...

"well, if this isn't quite ironic."

fyodor doesn't look surprised at all to see you standing in front of his jail cell. in fact, it looks as if he had been patiently waiting for you all this time. and that's because he has.

"you couldn't have left your escape plans in a more obvious place?" you sighed at him.

"but that was obvious," fyodor blinked innocently at you. "i knew you would find it at the right time."

did he know you'd be spending most of your time in his study? it was embarrassing to be known that well but you read intently through the plans he had encoded in the flash drive. you couldn't believe what fyodor was asking of you this time because surely he overestimated your abilities.

"couldn't you have asked someone else, someone more capable, to do this for you?" you asked him.

"what for? i have complete confidence in you," fyodor smiled. he was dressed in the white clothes all the other prisoners wore. you could tell that he had lost quite a bit of weight due to his stay and both of his hands were cuffed. and yet, he looked absolutely delighted at seeing you.

and that gave you a deep sense of satisfaction.

you pressed a hand to the bulletproof glass of his jail cell. "remember that night? when you broke me out of jail?"

"of course i do," fyodor hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes as he savored the memory. "that was sloppy work on your part. anyone could tell that you had an ulterior motive to get yourself caught."

"yeah, yeah. i'm aware," you rolled your eyes.

"ah, but look at you now," fyodor cocked his head. 'you've changed,' was on the tip of his tongue and you could only agree. even if fyodor wrote up the plans for his escape, you were still the one who snuck into the facility and incapacitated more than a few security guards to break him out.

who would have thought this is where you'd end up?

you keyed in the passcode on the door before stepping inside the jail cell. fyodor held his cuffed wrists out to you and you sighed and crouched down in front of him.

"you couldn't have at least picked the lock on your cuffs?"

"i'd rather you do it for me," fyodor smiled at you.

you didn't even need to be told twice. he was the one who had taught you this skill after all and your fingers worked quickly at the lock. of course, you were aware of fyodor intently staring at you and the way his fingers brushed at the inside of your wrist. finally, the lock clicked open and his metal cuffs fell away.

"finally. they tightened those a bit too much," fyodor sighed, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

"you must have said something to offend them, like always," you emphasized.

"how was i to know they were going to be offended?" he scoffed as the two of you practically strolled out of the jail cell and into the hallway. "i assume you've been enjoying your time alone at the apartment."

"the silence was definitely a plus. although admittedly..." you trailed off and caught fyodor's glance. "i do miss the sound of your playing."

"is that so?" he chuckled amusedly and flexed his wrists. "i'm out of practice but, i think i can arrange something for you when we get home."

you nodded with a bemused smile on your face. "when we get home."

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