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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Broken Glass Chapter 4 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x OC Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis Presley - Elvis (2022)

Read More Here - Broken Glass Masterlist! 💔🥂❤️‍🩹

TW: None really. The Colonel. Some historical inaccuracies.

Tags: Fake relationship. Slow burn. Angst. (Sort of) enemies to lovers. Hurt/Comfort.

Rating: T (but this story will eventually be Mature/NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 5k

A/N: Happy Broken Glass Friday, y'all! 💔🥂❤️‍🩹 Thanks for your patience as I get this out later than expected! Chapter 4 hopfully begins to show the awkwardness of two people in forced proximity trying to figure each other out, and as you can imagine, it is not going smoothly lol.

I highly recommend listening to Frank Sinatra's Dolores before/during your reading because...well, you'll see why! And it will definitely come back into play in later chapters...😉 Also, this song was a huge inspiration on naming her Dolores cuz just imagining Elvis singing it to her made me all fluttery inside. ❤️

As always, I love and live for your reactions, comments, asks, and reblogs, so thank you in advance for both reading and giving another one of my stories a chance! Reblogs are super helpful in getting eyes on the story, so extra thanks for those! 🥰

I imagined it with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat.

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

I’ve used the tag list from Pink Scarf, and added those who requested it, so please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Story is cross-posted to my Wattpad and AO3, if you prefer those reading experiences!

The first thing Elvis notices about you when you walk through the door is how even though you are out of uniform, you still carry yourself with an air of helpful confidence, but the second thing he notices is how exhausted you seem, the dark circles around your eyes so pronounced that it’s worrisome.

And the third thing, well, it’s something he recognizes in himself: a tinge of resignation, as though something terrible has happened but you are moving forward anyhow. But there is something haunted behind all of it. He doesn’t know you, not yet, but it’s like some of the fire that had colored your personality that first night you met has dimmed. Like someone has tried to extinguish you in some way.

He prays it’s not him who has done this. He knows this situation is unusual and he understands completely why you might be apprehensive. In fact, he still can’t believe you said yes to this at all. When the Colonel had come back so quickly yesterday with your answer, Elvis was sure he’d heard wrong. Even Colonel seemed surprised.

But here you are.

Elvis brings himself to standing, both because there’s a lady that’s entered the room and he’s nothing but a good Southern gentleman, but also to prove to himself that he can stand on his own two feet. He’s got to if he’s gonna pull this off. His olive green uniform hangs half done on him, and at least he managed the pants and undershirt himself before you entered, though it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

He already can sense you’re gonna be a tough nut to crack because he’s intuitive about things like that and if there’s one thing he knows besides music, it’s women. You’re wound tight as a drum. He can see it in your countenance, in the carefully guarded way you take him in. He’s got his work cut out for him.

The air in the room is thick with tension, the silence pregnant with awkwardness.

Starting to button up his shirt, he shoots you a coy look. “You don’t gotta be nervous, little bird. I don’t bite…unless you want me to,” Elvis says, a smile spreading, pouring on the charm, hoping it might help ease the friction in the air.

And it does. He can see the way you bite your tongue, the way you stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. There’s that fire.

“Look, sir, I…I know this is an unusual situation, but we’re going to need some ground rules. First being that you stop calling me ‘little bird,’” you huff.

“Well, I can’t very well call ya Nurse Cannava, now can I? Not with us needing to be so secret and all that. Not when you’re supposed t’be my girl,” he replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “And you definitely can’t be callin’ me ‘sir,’ so we’re both gonna have to adjust, ain’t we?”

You’re cute as you flounder for a retort, your cheeks flushing the slightest bit. He can tell you are struggling to be professional, but he knows that’s no good, not with how close you two will need to get to make this thing work.

Finally, you relent, after an inner struggle that reads clearly on your face. He can tell you hate that he’s right.

“I suppose so…Elvis,” you say through gritted teeth.

He chuckles at that, which too quickly turns to coughing and wheezing, forcing him to sit back on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, enough of that now,” you say in a much gentler tone, walking over to him purposefully and handing him the oxygen mask hanging near the bed. He watches the switch flip in you as you move into caretaker mode. It’s fascinating how your annoyance with him fades so fast, your face softening, just as it did the other night. If he wasn’t so frustrated by his body rebelling against him, pushing down the panic of how the hell he’s going to sell that he’s healthy as a horse in a matter of hours, he’d dwell on it longer.

Yet the more his emotions start to run away with him, the calmer you seem to become, standing near him watchfully, adjusting the flow of air. After what seems like an eternity holding the mask to his face, his can finally feel the air enter his lungs again, less encumbered. His hand grips the mattress for a moment, and he pulls the mask away. Then, almost angrily, he attempts to finish buttoning his shirt, but his damn hands are shaking too badly.

“Here, let me,” you say, swatting away his hands. His heart was already beating too fast, but now it picks up for a completely different reason as you stand so close in front of him, deftly doing up the rest of the buttons.

Rose water and jasmine, he thinks, taking in your scent for the first time. This coupled with suddenly being up close and personal with your ample figure has him gulping and trying not to let his gaze linger on your bust at his eyeline. He looks up at you through his lashes instead, seeing a concentrated stare on your striking face. You’re completely focused on doing up his shirt, which is such an intimate thing, really, yet you are unselfconscious in your need to assist him.

His fingers curl into his thighs, fighting the impulse to wrap his arms around you to pull you closer, to bury himself comfortingly into your supple body. It’s not new, this deep need he has for physical contact with women, and it’s not entirely sexual, but with the emotional toil of the last few days, the urge is great. Tensing, it takes everything in him not to do something stupid and embarrass himself. Unlike lots of other girls, he doesn’t think you’d be welcoming of the embrace whatsoever.

Elvis blinks away his baser desires and finally finds his voice. “What’s your name, honey? Gotta call you somethin’,” he says quietly, clearing his throat.

You freeze on the final button, the one at the base of his neck, then look down into his eyes. It feels quite vulnerable, this moment, with you so close and your eyes searching his, as if deciding how far to let him in, how far to trust him. And he gets the sense you don’t trust easily. Perhaps it’s the way your guard slips from your icy eyes just for a millisecond, how they soften in the slightest, and he feels a hesitant shift.

“It’s Dolores,” you say softly, doing up the last button.

Because his mind is made of music, instantly he remembers Frank Sinatra’s love song of the same name. It’s too perfect, really. He can’t help himself as he croons out the beginning of the song:

How I love my kisses of Dolores.

Aye aye aye! Dolores.

The way your eyes widen and then roll with exasperation amuses him, but it’s the how your cheeks go pink that really tickles him.

Not Marie or Emily or Doris.

Only my Dolores.

“Of course. Of course, you know that silly song,” you say, shaking your head as you step back.

“Silly song?! Naw, it’s a wonder,” Elvis replies, smiling wide, enjoying every second of your embarrassment. “And now I know how to call ya when I need ya…just a loud, ‘Aye aye aye! Dolores!’”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” you say through gritted teeth.

He continues, being campy with it, just to really drive it home:

I was made to serenade Dolores

Chorus after chorus!

“I swear, Elvis, you—” you start.

But he’s on a roll now, interrupting you. “You swear?! Now that ain’t very ladylike or professional,” he teases. “Hand me that tie, now will ya, Dolores?” He sings the last bit just to bug you even more.

You glare at him, eyes blazing, and he can tell that you want to strangle him with the tie. Biting your tongue, you set your mouth in a line and settle for throwing the tie in his general direction instead.

“What, you ain’t gonna help me?” he says in faux surprise, quirking a brow. He grabs the tie from where it landed on the end of the bed.

“You can do it yourself,” you snap.

“But what if I can’t?” he nudges, batting his eyes at you as he puts it around his neck.

“Oh, Madone, I wasn’t hired to be your dresser. It’s a bit beneath my skillset,” you throw back at him.

He chooses not to mention how you were just doing up the buttons on his shirt not a minute ago. But you read it on his face, nevertheless.

“Ooh, you’re incorrigible!”

“And you’re cute when you’re angry.” It just slips out, really it does, but it’s the truth. And now you are completely flushed, which sends a different sort of thrill through him.

Your mouth opens, then closes again, like a fish out of water. He thinks that’s pretty cute, too, how he’s managed to fluster you speechless in such a short amount of time.

But then your body language shifts in such a way that he suddenly thinks he may have taken it too far. You look at him with wide eyes, like you want to bolt out the door and never look back.

Elvis softens instantly. He can’t afford to have you running off because he needs you. They won’t let him out of this damn hospital without you by his side.

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

You take a long, deep breath that seems to quell your urge to flee. Silence fills the room again. A wave of uncertainty, of fear, crashes over him.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I just…I guess I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around all this. I don’t mean to upset ya, I was just havin’ a little fun is all. Please don’t go,” Elvis says quietly, in a moment of unbridled honesty.

Blinking at him, as if surprised by his change in demeanor, you consider his words. Your wide mouth softens from the hardened line it was and he can’t help but wonder what you look like when you smile. His guess is that it’s stunning and he silently vows to make it happen sometime in the future.

Finally, your body relaxes a bit. “Call me Lori,” you say.

“Okay, Lori,” he repeats softly, conceding.

You bite your lip, then shift from one foot to the other, as if mulling over whether to say something. He just waits. Finally, you speak, “I know you’re going through a lot, Elvis. But to be completely honest, this…I might be in over my head here. I don’t really know what to expect. But I’m not a fawning acolyte and I do have a job to do. So please let me do it.”

All business, Elvis thinks with a smile. It’s been a while since a woman hasn’t fallen immediately at his feet. Perhaps this is God’s way of continuing to knock his ego down a peg or two, though for him, it just feels like a challenge.

He likes you a little too much already. You’re obviously more than just a pretty face. In fact, in what very little time he’s spent with you, it’s clear you are intelligent and caring but also feisty and stubborn. Plus, that guarded look in your eye makes him curious about what makes Dolores Cannava tick. Something in him itches to know you. But he’s not quite sure how far he can push you yet and acquiescing for the time being seems his best bet at getting you to stay.

So, he nods. He ties his tie. And you grab his uniform jacket to hold out for him. An olive branch, of sorts. He takes a deep breath and stands, a little unsteadily, but you are right there to help, holding his jacket as he slips into it. Once again, it feels more intimate than it should, especially when you straighten his jacket and his tie, fixing him like a lover might. He takes in another breath of you, of that lovely rose and jasmine scent in your deep chocolate hair, noticing the undertones of copper threaded through the dark strands now that he’s standing.

When you step back to examine him and your eyes widen in the slightest, taking him in while he wears his uniform, he knows you find him attractive, no matter how quickly you blink the idea away. He knows he looks good in this uniform, which is why he’s wearing it to the press conference at Fort Dix. But despite your now-neutral gaze, that quick look on your face coupled with his newfound impulse to be physically connected to you makes him wonder how in the hell he is going to remain professional with you.

Elvis clears his throat again and turns away from you to the bathroom, leaving the door open. His hair is a mess, so he begins sculpting it in a well-practiced routine. It’s the longest it’s been since he was drafted, but still not quite the coiffed pompadour of his pre-army youth. The back is shorter and so are his sideburns, but the sides and the top give him enough length to comb it precisely where he wants it. He doesn’t go too heavy on the Brylcreem, wanting the look to appear more natural.

There’s a fine line he knows he’s skating here, between a more polished adult look and the rebellious one he is famous for. He’s an All-American boy—no, man—now and must look as such, to please his aging audience. As much as he doesn’t love it, he knows his natural hair helps, not quite the sandy blonde of his teenage years, but more of a light chestnut, that little strip of gold in the front reminding him he is indeed a natural blonde. It’s darker than it used to be, at least, but lighter than he likes. But for today, it’ll serve its purpose.

He catches your eye in the mirror briefly as you watch his routine carefully, arms crossed with an air of scrutiny. You do not look away like he expects you to, however, and he holds your eyes for a moment before going back to making himself look halfway decent. Luckily for him, even at halfway decent he still looks pretty good, but if it will be enough to satisfy the throngs of reporters waiting for him, he does not know.

Rummaging in his leather kit, he finds the new mascara he had Elisabeth purchase for him in Germany. He darkens his long lashes carefully, not in the heavy-handed way of his youth, but just enough to make his naturally lighter lashes curl and pop on camera.

“Huh.” He hears your surprised reaction from behind him. He’s betting you’ve never seen a man wear makeup before.

“Come on, honey, this is show business. Can’t let the ladies have all the fun,” he winks at you.

He thinks he sees a possible twinkle of amusement in your eyes, but it is gone in a flash, replaced by your stoic and careful gaze so fast he’s unsure it was ever there at all. You turn away, walking back into the room and leaving him to his primping.

He shakes his head. Oh, Lord, I have my work cut out for me.

Despite the lingering exhaustion that hasn’t faded even with days of rest, Elvis’ leg vibrates with unspent nervous energy. It’s always been this way, the way his limbs go buzzing and tapping and wiggling beyond his control. Somehow, he managed to make a career out of it, which never ceases to amaze him.

But the little white pill you administered on the way out the door of the hospital is helping to keep the fatigue from dragging him completely under. Only one, you’d said, which had made him a little wary because he’d been popping the things like candy overseas and he wasn’t sure one was gonna do much at all. But having been off them in the hospital seems to have lowered his tolerance a bit because he can feel the familiar wave of clarity and alertness cut through the ever-present need to close his eyes.

After two long hours of staring out the car window at the snowy landscape on the way to Ft. Dix, you finally look at him—well, you look down at his leg as it brushes against yours, since he’s managed to spread his legs over almost the entirety of the backseat, and he forces himself to reel it in and stop the unconscious bouncing.

Elvis tries not to be perturbed that you’ve barely given him the time of day since getting in the limo. He thought that you two would spend the trip getting to know each other better, but his charms didn’t get him much past small talk in those first minutes getting out of the city. You fell into silence and made yourself small, curling close to the door, as far from him as possible.

Thank God for the Colonel and Lamar sitting opposite, who were equally baffled by your behavior when they received only short, clipped answers to their questions. The men finally gave up trying to include you and were at least able to contribute some conversation to the long drive.

Lamar’s confusion is evident, however, as he thinks you’ve dropped everything to be with Elvis because you’ve fallen head over heels for him, not because you are there to tend to him, and God knows you’re not acting like a little girl in love. Elvis just shrugs off the questioning looks as if to say, “Who knows what women are thinking?”

Meanwhile, you seem quite preoccupied up there in your head, wheels turning, an inner voice he’s not privy to whirring away. He’s noticed that you don’t seem particularly sad about leaving New York, only pensive and withdrawn. Considering that you are upending your life to come work for him, he supposes it makes sense. You’re likely just nervous, though it’s not in the way he expects. He’s not unaccustomed to the strange reactions of women to his presence, but it’s quite obvious that is not your problem. In fact, you barely seem to register his presence at all.

It bothers him more than he likes.

But nerves are funny things, he reminds himself, and it takes time to adjust to something new. The way your hands white knuckled your purse and your shoulders were nearly up to your ears when you stepped into the limo outside Bellevue have at least dissipated into something more relaxed. Definitely not relaxed relaxed, as he has noticed your natural state seems to be just this side of well-masked anxiety, but the latent worry in your eyes has drained away some, and they have stopped shifting to your surroundings quite so diligently.

And now you are looking at him in a way he can’t read.

“You ever been to a press conference before, honey?” he asks, breaking the silence as the car approaches the base.

He watches you bristle a bit at the pet name. “Can’t say that I have,” is all you give him.

“Well, there’s gonna be lots of shouting questions and flashbulbs, so don’t be alarmed. But they most likely won’t be payin’ too much attention to ya anyway.”

Your eyes widen with realization. “They—they won’t be asking me questions, will they?” For the first time, he sees true panic dart in your eyes, as if you’ve just realized the situation you’ve put yourself in.

He chuckles softly. “When we get out of the car, they’ll probably ask some, but you don’t need to answer. Just ignore them and let me or the Colonel take care of the rest.” He pats your knee in what he thinks is a comforting gesture, but you nearly jump out of your skin at the contact. He pulls back right away.

We’re gonna need to work on that, he thinks. But it’s too late to talk about it now, as the car finally pulls through the gates of the base and into the throng of waiting press corps.

“Are you nervous?” you ask suddenly.

“About them? Naw, not really. I’m used to it, though I guess sometimes I stutter a bit cuz it gives me time to think of answers. Today, I’m more worried about staying upright and breathing than anything,” he mumbles, leg back to jittering.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for,” you say softly enough that the men across from you can’t hear, “but from what I’ve seen the last few days, I have no doubt you can do this. Just focus on those deep breaths, like I showed you.”

Elvis is pleasantly surprised by the relief he feels at your surprisingly gentle words, though he’s not sure if it’s the words themselves or the fact that your caretaking mode is so comforting compared to your usually well-guarded exterior.

The car comes to a stop, and the press advance through the swirling snow, held back by well-trained MPs. That’s when he hears your shuddering breath and sees the swell of alarm in your bright eyes.

“Stick with me, kid, and you’ll be fine,” he says, winking, plastering a press-dazzling smile over his features. Then, he grabs your cold little hand and pulls you out of the car with him.

Elvis Presley was born for this.

He reminds himself of it again and again, every time the blinding flashes of the cameras make him want to wince from the pain in his head. He reminds himself of this as he forces himself to slow down and catch his breath, so he doesn’t start wheezing in front of all these microphones.

“Elvis, there are rumors that you’ve been unwell since your homecoming was delayed. Can you speak to that?” The question comes right away, and luckily he’s rehearsed it in his head a million times, so it comes out as endearing as possible.

“Well, you see, I was stricken with a bout of tonsilitis on the trip back and then made the dumb mistake of standing up in the plane when there was turbulence. Won’t be doin’ that again, sir, I tell you for sure!” he laughs, rubbing the back of his head in an exaggerated manner, a bashful look on his face. “Nothin’ but a little fever coupled with a big ole’ bump on the head. Everyone just wanted to be more safe than sorry.”

The press corps laughs along with him and seems to take his explanation at face value. Truly, none of it is a lie—only an omission—but for that he is grateful because it falls off his tongue easily. Everyone moves on quickly, asking him about Army life and what’s next for him.

He tries not to look over to you in the wings, as he is under such scrutiny, but he knows you must be overwhelmed. He forgets sometimes how intense the press and fans can be, and he is aware this is only the beginning for you. Also, focusing on you is keeping him from focusing too much on the fact that he’s a little afraid to stand up by himself in front of all these people and cameras.

He endures the rest of the interview with as much grace and humor as he can. He enjoys the few ladies who surround him asking for autographs, including the woman who slyly slips her number into his breast pocket right in front of the camera. He admits he’s impressed with her fearlessness. And he certainly doesn’t mind sidling up to a pretty, young Nancy Sinatra who gives him a gift from her father as the press take their pictures, even though he feels a bit wobbly on his feet.

But through the lingering fear of being exposed or embarrassing himself, he’s also excited. He’s back. And a huge part of him loves this, sucking it up like oxygen. He can’t understand the stars who are dismissive of their fans. His fans have given him his blessed life, and they’ve been waiting for so long for him to come back to them.

Certainly he can’t let a little thing like dying get in the way of who he needs to be for them.

So, Elvis smiles his megawatt Hollywood smile. Posing for pictures, he laughs and winks and autographs his way through the crowd. And he lets the high of adoration carry him because it starts to feel like he’s under water, where it’s hard to breathe and his vision starts to swim and suddenly, he can’t quite feel his feet anymore.

Then a somewhat familiar cold little hand slips into his and squeezes. He looks down into your intelligent eyes and wonders how in the hell you made it through the crowd to him, how in the hell you knew he needed you to steady him without him knowing it himself until this very moment. You breathe through your nose as obviously as you can without taking your eyes from his, prompting him to remember to stop and breathe. And he does, trying to fill his traitorous lungs with air, and you resolutely guide him away from the throng as the MP’s hold back the crowd.

He can’t take his eyes off the back of your head; you’re the lighthouse in the darkness, guiding him away from the rocks.

You don’t let go until you’re all back in the car. It’s only then that he seems to awaken from whatever spell he was under that was keeping him upright, finally collapsing onto the seat next to you. You wait until the car has pulled away and the press is behind you to put your fingers to his neck and your wrist to his sweaty brow. His eyes flutter closed at the comfort of your touch, reminding him of the way his mama would tut over him when he was sick.

His heart pounds with overuse, which is frustratingly stupid enough that he wants to shove his fist through the damn window, but he’s got no energy to do so. Instead, he keeps his eyes shut and lets his head loll back on the seat as you tend to him, murmuring words he doesn’t absorb.

It really hits him then, just how fucking hard this is going to be, this battling his weak body to continue the life he needs to lead. Despair washes over him.

Please, God. Please just let me live. Let me do what I need to do to support my family and please my fans. Please give me the strength to get through this.

He drifts off then, singing spirituals in his head because he hasn’t the energy to get them out of his mouth.

“…vis. Elvis. Elvis, wake up. We’re almost to the train station.” Your voice cuts through the exhaustion and the prayers. He lifts his head, blinking suddenly against the light, coming back into himself. Your face appears first, your brow furrowed with a concern that he thinks you’re trying not to show. He presses his pointer finger to the folds above your nose and between your eyes.

“Relax, little Lo. You’re gonna give your pretty face wrinkles if ya keep on like that,” he drawls sleepily at you.

Your eyes narrow and you swat his hand away. “My face is just fine, thank you very much,” you snap back at him, though you let the new nickname slide. He hears the little huff of air through your nose as you cross your arms and look out the window, obviously annoyed at him once again.

He can’t help but chortle a little. It’s gonna take a mountain of work to get anyone to believe that you even like him, much less that you are swooning with love for him.

“It looks like we have a particularly large crowd to get through to get on that train,” you say tersely, but then that gentle thing you do—the one where you suddenly care about him—cuts through your annoyance. “Are you going to be able to—”

“I can do it,” he retorts, harshly. There’s something suddenly maddening about the way you seem to shut on and off regarding him, and when he’s feeling better, it doesn’t bother him much, but right now it just feels fucking confusing because it’s taking everything in him to rally to get onto that waiting train. And with the way his head is swimming, he’s not so sure he’s gonna make it without some divine intervention.

You sigh, a soft, pliant sound that slides down his spine and settles in his belly, pulling his attention back to your profile as you take in the looming crowd from afar. That thing in you clicks into place again, and when you turn your head, your face is calm and poised.

“I know you want to do this, Elvis,” you start, then seem to mull over how best to continue, and realizing you need to be discreet, you lean close to him to whisper, “but remember not to push it. My job is to help you stay well, and I’m telling you today is not the day to stop and sign every autograph.”

Oh, how badly he wants to argue with you, to insist that he can do it all, that he’s fine, dammnit, but his body feels heavy and his brain swimmy and Lord help him, he just needs to get from point A to point B without being a fool.

“But the fans have been waitin’ so long t’see me…” he trails off, both the sound and the excuse thin.

You consider him for a moment before speaking. He is distracted by you being so close, the scent of you filling his nostrils again, sending his heart galloping.

“Live to fight another day, Elvis.” Then you pull back, a sad, small smile on your pursed lips.

You’re right. He knows you’re right but he’s not happy about it.

He’s also not entirely sure how to feel about the fact that when he clasps your hand in his to pull you out of the limo and towards the train, something about it feels oddly settling.

It’s as if it is supposed to be there, your smaller hand wrapped in his. This strange thought, along with the racing of his heart, pushes him forward—away from the Army and firmly back into the life of Elvis Presley, superstar.

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The Walking Dead

Okay, so I have (yet another) new obsession and I can't deal with it. Guys, I am so scared of zombies and scary stuff, but I love this show. And you want to know why I started watching it? I saw an edit of a fanfic. Is it over 200,000 words? Yes. Have I read all of it? Yes. I quite literally refresh my Ao3 page to check for updates every day (said fanfic is Future Ghosts by dieasthedevil on Ao3).

(Now, I promise I will finish Days Into Decades, I just also need to rnat about this new fic idea)

So, I usually don't do OC fics anymore, because I feel like they aren't as popular on Ao3 as they are on Wattpad and I prefer Ao3 (and feel like more people 14+ use Ao3 instead of Wattpad). And I legit skip half the zombie scenes because I only care about the plot (I'm being 100% rn). I also started at season 9, because I wanted to see Daryl and Negan on the same(ish) side and see the kids grown up (ish). (I promise I'm gonna watch it from 1-11 next, but I was too hyped to watch what I've already read in fanfic lol).

Anyways, despite my best efforts not to, I've started writing a new fic for TWD with an original character. And, I personally think it's not half bad. Idk where I'm going with it, but I do know it'd be set in season 9ish (also, nothing romantic between the oc and any of the characters, but maybe something between the oc and another oc, though I'd honestly prob kill him off eventually). So, for anyone still with me, here's some of what I've written so far.

— (snippet 1) —

“Are you tanning during the apocalypse?” A curious voice called out, startling her from her daydream. Jerking herself up, she had one hand on her knife and she turned to face the intruder.

He was kind of cute. If it wasn’t for the sweaty, blood-stained clothes and the eyebags. He could probably do with a shower too, judging by the state of his hair. She smiled over at him anyways, relaxing her grip on the blade.

“Might as well have some fun, right?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. “Can’t all be doom and gloom.”

“It’s— it’s dangerous to be out here.” He insisted, taking a step closer.

“Do you see any freaks?” She glanced around, nothing and nobody in sight.

“Not yet. But— but, it’s still dangerous. You shouldn’t let your guard down.”

“Who says I have?”

The man (barely, he was probably only a little older than her) looked lost, opening and closing his mouth like he couldn’t quite figure out what to say.

— (Snippet 2) —

“I should’ve locked you out.” She snapped. “Or, I should’ve let you in and then set the place on fire. I never should’ve trusted you, never should've helped you.”

“When have you ever trusted anyone, Skipper?” Carol asked, voice soft despite the accusation.

Her eyes darted to Daryl, thinking about quiet mornings spent hunting and the shared thread of orphaned siblings. She shook her head anyways, pushing back good memories of the cabin and the short time when she was actually happy in the end of the world. Who was she to think about any of these people as hers?

“I’m leaving at dawn.” She said in lieu of an answer, looking away from the both of them. “Will you keep an eye on P.J. for me?”

“You don’t need to leave— “

“I should, though.”

#twd #daryl dixon #fanfic #twd oc #carol and daryl

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20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag, @teledild0nix; your post was great! also @phoebe-delia tagged me on this post a bit ago; i loved reading these so much! at this point, i'm not sure who has or hasn't done this yet, so i'm tagging anyone who sees this and wants to try it!

How many works do you have on ao3?

54 across 3 fandoms!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

1,382,065 😵‍💫

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now it's just drarry; i have also written for hockey RPF and before that, The Social Network, but a lot of that fic is locked on livejournal. before TSN i wrote drarry 😬 which is also locked lol i'm sorry

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. up the arbor to your door (and more) - Hockey RPF (2,889) 2. all the western stars - Drarry (2,819) 3. Bloom - Hockey RPF (2,759) 4. Brand New Colony - Hockey RPF (2,558) 5. Morning to Wake You - Hockey RPF (2,056) my sid/geno hockey RPF era from 2012-2014 was pretty consistent! i do think all the western stars is about to overtake the top spot though, which is insane when you realize those fics are 9 years vs. barely 18 months old 😧

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!! i make every effort to, though sometimes i get overwhelmed (i've fallen off a bit with The Star Splitter and it makes me super guilty!!! i need more hours in the day lol)

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i am a happy ending aficionado!! i guess if you ignore the fix-it epilogue, the answer is we hid in catacombs, which is probably the best sid/geno fic i wrote. it was a breakup fic, of course, i remain obsessed with those!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i really cannot think of any standout happy ending hockey fics so for this one i will say along each garden wall. sugary sweet ending after what was a genuinely sad narrative; i think i took to heart the people who were like "Close Behind was so angsty we needed more happiness to wash it down!!" and while i felt like that didn't really fit Close Behind, it worked for this one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ha. yes! people were Not Happy about Close Behind. someone told me that i should tag it as the main pairing being Draco/Astoria and add an Ambiguous/Open Ending tag, which was very interesting and wrong. some comments i get are just odd, though. like someone got mad at me in The Star Splitter comments for naming a stuffed dragon Orion, who i guess was Sirius' abusive (?) dad?? i had no canon memory of that (and why would Draco care about that???). another person just objected to the entire premise of the fic, which i suppose is fair play if the premise of the fic is an actual philosophical argument, but yeah. it takes all sorts!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! i like writing smut! happily, yes smut! i don't go too deep into it in every fic, though, and with drarry i've often let myself get more into plot than figuring out the best smut places. i'm in a spot mentally where i really want the smut to contribute to the plot in a significant way, which i think is a result of taking a two year fanfic break and reading nothing but literary/historical fiction in those years? idk i need to write more, it's a total shift from when i wrote hockey.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

yeah, no, not for me!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i've had some plagiarism incidents, and i guess i ask for this as a serial fic deleter, but some of my fics are on wattpad and i'd prefer they weren't lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! a good few.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

lol i cannot answer this question truthfully. my all-time favorite ship is just whatever i'm hyperfixated on at the moment! drarry is probably a contender just because i circled back to it after years away. (am i in a getting back together fic with drarry??)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i finish all my wips 🙂 honestly this is not a flex, i am terrible at abandoning projects and my brain will not let me off the hook ever.

16. What are your writing strengths?

hmm. i think characters, especially large casts of characters! i love to write big ensembles and flesh out characters even in big or small roles, plus their relationships with each other. i also think that i'm much better at giving my worlds/stories a sort of aesthetic now, if that's a writing talent? this is def a new thing to drarry for me, since i took that long fanfic break and wrote/read a bunch of original stuff.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i work at it, but i still don't know that i'm the best at describing things. i'm better at describing settings than people, that's for sure. i get bored with endless descriptions of someone's eye color and i find myself needing to justify character description with narrative relevance, which is silly.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm a big proponent of '"[English words]," he says in French.' Or like, 'He says something in French', if the POV character wouldn't understand it. i feel like it's less immersion-breaking and more fluid. i write in several languages but wouldn't expect readers to, and i normally write such a close third person perspective that i don't necessarily want the readers to have a translation of a phrase that the POV character wouldn't have, you know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i think officially it was veronica mars?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i'll do one for each AO3 fandom! for TSN, it was Mulligan. for Hockey RPF, Contrapositive. and for Drarry, no surprise, Close Behind.

#oflights #tag game #fic writing #this was fun!!

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "le-panda-chocovore "?

Oh I think I can actually answer that without rambling too much !! (<- took an entire week to answer the ask and select the fics, and I commented on each one of them lol) It won't be a Top in order of preference tho, there's no actual classment, it's just the ones I loved the most.

The Way I Behaved - EraserMic (MHA)

This fanfic gave me the inspiration to write my greatest work (still unfinished to this day) and literally changed so many things about me. It also made me discover a whole genre of music that I've never listened to before and with which I am entirely in love now. Prepare to cry tho, because this is deeply heartbreaking. It's a Villain Mic AU where Aizawa was never a teacher. And it is good.

What if Percy did become a God - Percy Jackson and the Olympians (based on the books !!! do not read if you just watched the show !!!)

The title says everything. This is not a happy story, you will cry, I promise. It's short, like a 1k word OS, it's really poetic, it's deep, it's beautiful, and also, it's painful. Humans were never meant to be gods, not even Percy. It's written like a poem, I read it so many times and it hurt me every time.

Demon and Angel Professors - Ineffable Spouses (Good Omens)

Not a fanfiction but a serie of short works about Crowley and Aziraphale and the people around them. A teachers AU very nice to read with many Original Characters (the students) who are all captivating and appreciable. The story is extremely queer-positive and neurodivergent inclusive and physical handicap representative, honestly, you want to read it. There's everything inside it. If you have chronic pain or if you're a closeted queer or even a curious ally who wants to understand their peers, this is what you need. The love is so pure it's overwhelming.

Honor and Vengeance on the High Sea - Zuko (ATLA)

Tbh this deserves to be published, it's a novel itself (I haven't finished it yet). The author reappropriated the Avatar universe to write something completely new. It's an AU where Zuko becomes a Pirate after his banishment and fights against the Fire Nation Navy, and eventually joins the Avatar's team. There's a whole work around internalized homophobia, the discovery of the self, acceptance, injustice, family trauma and everything. Original Characters are cool too. Chapters are long and very, very complete, you can see the author has historical and cultural knowledge.

Strength, the meaning of - Asano Gakuhou (Assassination Classroom)

I can't believe a fanfic about this total asshole made it to my top 10, but it is beautifully written. The progressive mental breakdown of a man who used to stand proud above everyone, the slow fall down to hell without even realizing it. There's also his son's POV here, which is equally beautifully written. I really hate the man and I don't like the fact that the end of AssClass completely disregard the consequences of what happened on the character's mental state, and reading how even him wasn't okay at all is very pleasant to read. That's karma my bitch.

Je suis assis - BokuAka (Haikyuu)

Yeah it's in french and on wattpad. It has been a while since I read it but I still remember the principal. It's a OS anyway so it's not very long (we didn't do that 20k words OS on Wattpad, this madness is only popular on AO3 lol). Since I'm sensitive to everything that is around handicap, it touched me. It ended up being cute and warm. Honestly I was more thinking of another BokuAka fanfiction but I couldn't remember the name nor found it online so I put this one.

25 - Riren (SnK)

Yeah yeah I know, pedo ship etc, but I was 14 and this is a High School AU where they're both 16 so, it's okay I guess. Yes the name of the fanfic is twenty-five. It's in french, it's on wattpad, and there's Eren's POV too. I don't know how I'm supposed to describe it... I think you have to read it, it's not actually strange or weird but, it's a whole experience.

Here there be dragons - Centennial Husbands (the Sandman)

This is the exact definition of love. What is love to me ? This fanfiction. Engagement, devotion, caring, this is it, this fanfic has the meaning of all these words. I had a hard time reading it because I hate ultra-long OS (I need CHAPTERS, give me a BREAK) but it was soooo enjoyable, and I was crying the whole time 'cause it's so pure and beautiful.

Palm to Palm - KaRen (Assassination Classroom)

Yes I am a part of the extremely tiny fandom that ships Karma and Ren (I do ship Karma with multiple people throughout the manga lmao) but only in THIS specific context. And this is beautifully written, I can't stop re-reading it. Also, the name of the ship makes me laugh. Karma and Ren relationship after losing Gakushuu -the boy they both love above everything else- is peak romance.

Le goût du chocolat - L x Light (Death Note)

I honestly don't remember a thing about this fanfiction except a single sentence, but I do know that I totally fell in love with it. It was one of my fave fanfic when I was full active on Wattpad, and I even archived it because I didn't want to lose it. I should read it again now that I found it again.

Alright that's 10 !!! Finally !!

Oh it was so fun to fall back into all the things I read before ! But it was harder than I expected because, well, I only have AO3 for 3 years and I've been on Wattpad for 7 years, but I started reading fanfiction even before that, I just didn't have any account back then. So, I kinda forgot about some of the things I read more than 4 years ago, and I couldn't find the gems I discovered when I was 12. Most of the books that made out to this list are my recent lectures, it's a bit biased I guess.

Anyway, thank you for the ask ! It was fun to analyze all my bookmarks and everything !

#Sorry for taking so many time to answer !#I hope my english wasn't too bad in this post #when there's just a character's name it means it's not centred on a ship #reading #fanfiction #answering asks #personal rambling #personal sharing #ao3 #wattpad #fanfic readers #list #anon ask #listing #shipping #anime #fandom #manga

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Turning Page - a Simon Bootles x Reader

Part 2: 1763

Chapter 5: The Promise

Word count: 4,075

A/N: This is the chapter where the plot starts to kinda come in to place lol. Also there's spicy kissing in this chapter so I'm sorry in advance. ALSO also, don't forget you can find this fic on wattpad and Ao3 now!!!! Thank you all for reading, nobody tell Damien that I'm writing this I'd be super fuckin embarrassed.

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“Your father agreed to give us the deed to the house.”

My heart froze, slowly infecting my bloodstream with ice. Did he really just say that?

“What?” was all I could muster.

“I spoke with your father. I explained how you and I were looking to settle here, and let him know of Alice’s wishes to live in a smaller house once the boys are off to university. He agreed to leave them with enough funds to find a suitable house, and give us this one.”

I don’t think I had ever been so shocked in my life. Not when I entered the woods. Not when Simon kissed me for the first time. Not even when I came face to face with a demon.

“I just can’t believe this…” I said, “I feel like I’m-”

“Dreaming?” He finished my sentence. I nodded with a smile.

“Well, if what you said is true, about marrying me if I had asked, then that might be the next step.” My heart jumped at the mere mention of it.

“Wait… you don’t mean right now, do you? I can only handle so much excitement in one day, Simon.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it, darling! Of course, I’ve been dying to drop down to my knees in front of you and beg you to marry me until you’d say yes since the day we met…” He trailed off, “...but I’d rather have something special planned. You deserve better than that.”

“I agree.” I said, switching to a cocky demeanor.

“Now that just leaves one question to be asked.” He said. I looked at him quizzically.

“And what would that be?” I genuinely had no idea what else he could possibly ask me.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked, emphasizing the ‘please’. Like I had been pulling him along by a rope towards me and yanking him away as soon as he got close. I stifled a laugh from the sheer ridiculous nature of the question.

“I thought you would never ask.” He sighed with a smile at my response and took a swift step towards me. In one smooth action that I can only call “meticulously planned out,” he wrapped an arm around my waist while simultaneously lifting my face up to him. He brought his lips to mine with power, not force. I could tell just from how he held me that he was waiting to get me alone since he arrived. And I, since the day he left.

I eagerly ran my hands over his shoulders and up to his head, where my fingers would find themselves laced through his hair. He brought his lips down to my neck. Feeling him so close to me and hearing his breathing as if it were coming out of my own lungs, it truly made me feel loved. To anyone lucky enough to witness such a beautiful display of affection, we must have looked like rabid wolves feeding on each other. Years of pent-up desire between the two of us had been devouring our already-fragile minds. The gasps shared between us was like music to my ears.

“(Y/N)...” He sighed, bringing his lips back up to mine, “I need you, so badly…”

Forget music to my ears, that was a whole damn symphony.

“Simon… we can’t,” I said between whimpers, “I want to, but we aren’t-”

“Nobody knows that we aren’t married.” He reasoned against my lips, “Nobody would think us improper.”

I pulled away slightly, just enough for him to stop.

“I know,” I said whilst catching my breath, “but it doesn’t change the truth of the matter. I would prefer for us to wait until there’s cause for such a celebration…”

He let out a small chuckle of defeat.

“As you wish, darling. I will control myself until you say the word.”

“And I, you.” I said, reciprocating the same respect shown to me. A long silence befell us. I looked between him and the ground, not able to decide which deserved my gaze more. Finally, he spoke up.

“I believe that it would be wise to go back out and be with your family now.” He said. I nodded my head in agreement.

“Of course.” I agreed. He opened the door for me and allowed me to exit first. We walked down the hallway towards my father’s bedroom, his hand resting on my lower back. This delicate touch was enough to send shivers up my spine.

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Dinner that night was silent. It seemed nobody really knew what to say. What should we address first? The last breath my father gave out as we watched from the sides of the room, or the fact that I had been secretly married and pregnant? Surely my brother would at least bring up how Simon and I managed to get the deed to the house over him and Alice, but nothing. The man who always had something to say; always found a way to argue, said nothing.

All we could really do was sit there and eat our food. We could all hear the workers from the coroner’s office trotting up and down the stairs, fetching our father’s body and belongings. Every time she heard his bedroom door open, Alice sniffed back another tear. Garrison held her hand on the table to calm her, it seemed. Margot’s husband finally broke the silence.

“So, (Y/N),” he said, “how long have you known you were pregnant?”

Simon sputtered into the glass he held to his lips, sending water flying out of the corners of his mouth and all over himself. My two nephews tried to conceal their laughter from the edges of the table

“My apologies,” Simon coughed, “I must have caught something in my throat.”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes in Simon’s direction, he likely noticed the convenience of Simon’s action.

“But, of course,” he said. He directed his attention back to me.

“(Y/N)?” He asked again, prompting me to answer his initial question. My breathing quickened as my fears drew closer to my brain.

Was this his attempt at lightening the mood or interrogating me? Was he suspicious of our story? Did he and Margot discuss the unlikelihood that someone of my age could even bear a child? Was our entire story about to come crashing down? Were we about to be discovered? Were we about to lose the house?

Simon grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it three times. I took a deep breath and regained my composure.

“Well… we’ve known for about 2 weeks, but we suspect that I’ve been with child for close to a month.” I said.

“Ah, okay.” He conceded, but Garrison soon spoke up with a quizzical look on his face.

“Simon, did you visit last month?” he asked.

“No, I didn’t.” He answered earnestly. I nudged his foot with my toe under the table.

“But, er- (Y/N) actually came to visit me at my estate.” He clarified.

“Oh, of course. How is the old house, by the way? Last I remember you inherited it from your father. Still standing strong?”

“Well, yes… but I unfortunately lost the deed to it last week.” My head shot up and I looked at Simon, confused as to why he didn’t mention this beforehand.

“What happened?” Garrison asked.

“It’s a long story, but it belongs to the O’Brien family now.” He said.

“O’Brien? As in ‘Danny O’Brien’? That gambling son-of-a-bitch. Don’t tell me you bet the house and lost!” my brother jested.

“Yes, that’s exactly what happened.” Simon chuckled, “Serves me right, though. I was starting to get lonely in that big empty house, anyway.”

“(Y/N) are you sure you want to have a kid with this man? He might bet the child on horses!” Garrison laughed.

“I’m sure he would never even dream of such a thing” I giggled, “Right, dear?”

“Of course not! Unless he gave me a reason to.” He joked. The whole table erupted into laughter. It felt… nice to finally feel included in my family’s fun.

It was like my father was the keeper that had me locked away, and his death opened my cage. Or maybe it was Simon. Maybe our union was what made my family realize I had been desirable all this time and they had been blind. Either way, I was glad to finally be let into their world.

Our attendants came around each side of us and took away our empty plates. Simon stood up and pulled back my chair to let me out from the table. Everyone else stood as well.

Soon we all found ourselves gathered around the piano in the house’s great room, as Alice played a few lively arrangements that I had never heard before. Garrison grabbed his viola off the mantle of the fireplace and joined her. My nephews clapped in time with the music and I watched as my nieces danced around the room. Soon, Margot jokingly began to sing along. She never had that lovely a singing voice, but I think that was part of the fun. Were we experiencing merriment due to my father’s absence, or had things always been like this and this was the first time I was invited along? I chose to believe it was the former.

Alice and Garrison finished playing and the rest of us applauded them. My mind began to wonder about how this day began. The severity and stress of this morning suddenly disappeared into thin air. Was I dreaming, or was something terrible about to happen?

I set my worries aside and decided to enjoy this night with everyone.

After a few more songs, I inhaled and exhaled thoroughly. Simon took note of this and placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Are you growing tired, (Y/N)?” He asked. I nodded my head.

“I think I’ve had enough excitement to last me a lifetime.” I said. Simon and I knew what I meant by this, but everyone else must have assumed I was only referring to the events of that night. Which, I partially was.

“Then I think we had better retire you to your quarters for the evening.” Simon said.

“Sleep well; tomorrow we will begin preparations for father’s burial.” Garrison said, solemnly. The quietness we had experienced at the beginning of the evening was back now. Simon nodded with pursed lips.

“We will see you all in the morning, then.” He finally said. I opened the door for us and we left the room.

“That was so much fun!” I said to Simon as we walked up the stairs.

“It truly was! I must say you’re glowing, my dear.” He commented. I laughed at the compliment.

“I wish we could do that more often.” I sighed as we reached the top of the steps.

“Have you never had nights like that before?” He asked.

“No, never. At least, not including me.” I laughed. I opened my bedroom door and walked in with Simon following.

“What do you mean by that?”

I walked behind my dressing screen and began to change into my nightgown. He walked to the foot of my bed and began changing as well.

“Well,” I said from behind the divider, “We just never spent time together like that. I’m unsure if they ever did and just failed to involve me. But, you must already know all about that.”

“I suppose I never realized the extent of how often you were left out. It saddens me that you haven’t experienced that kind of joy before.”

I thought for a moment.

“I have, though.” I said, peeking my head from behind the screen. He cocked an eyebrow at me. I noticed his eyes shift to look at my exposed shoulders that were within view from where he was standing. I shifted my feet to further hide my skin. Of course, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his exposed chest either. He didn’t seem to notice this, however.

“I thought you said you had never spent time together like that-”

“I meant with you, Simon.” I rolled my eyes and slid back behind the screen.

“Oh.” was all he said.

“The only other time I’ve ever experienced anything like that was when you took me out into the forest. The excitement of doing something I wasn’t supposed to but knowing I couldn’t get caught. Being there with someone I loved. Maybe that’s why tonight I was so worried that something terrible was about to happen. Because the last time I allowed myself to be that happy-”

“It all got ruined.” He cut me off, finishing my thought. I stood still and looked down at the floorboards beneath my feet.

“Please don’t tell me that you still feel guilty over that.” I sighed.

“Of course I do, (Y/N). I almost lost you, and it was all my fault. If I hadn’t taken you out that night, you would have never-”

“Experienced happiness for the first time in my life?” I carried on this evening’s tradition of interrupting each other. I walked out from behind the privacy screen and over to him. I wrapped my arms around his torso and swayed a bit with him.

“The events of that night are in the past, Simon. I haven’t had anything involving demonic entities happen to me since then. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m still going to worry,” he said, “I can’t help myself.”

I looked up at him and grabbed his face in my hands

“I know you can’t.” I sighed in defeat and raised myself to place a brief kiss on his lips. As our lips touched, he placed his hands on my waist and brought me deeper in. Something I wasn’t opposed to in the slightest.

We released from each other’s embrace and I laid my head against his chest, closing my eyes. We stayed like that for a while

“You should really go to sleep,” he hummed, “there’s a lot happening tomorrow that may need your attention.”

“What about you?” I asked, “Are you not tired?”

“I’m exhausted, but there are a few things I need to discuss with your brother regarding the logistics of the deed.”

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow? I mean, since I’m the owner of the house it should involve me. Right?”

Simon averted my gaze, looking down at the floor.

“Right, Simon?”

He looked up at the ceiling and held his breath. I wasn’t stupid.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He sighed and looked down at me.

“When your father and I discussed the deed, he had a few… conditions.”

“Such as?”

“He would only agree to give it to us… if the deed was in my name,” he said, “I’m technically the owner of the house.”

“Oh.” I should have known that my father would never just give the deed to me.

“That makes perfect sense, why would he give his blood daughter the rights to the house? Nevermind the fact that it’s the house she was raised in. It’s only natural that he would favor a friend of his son over his own child.” I said, sarcastically.

“It’s not like that, darling. You know how old-fashioned his mind was… It’s likely due to me being your husband.” he reasoned.

“But you aren’t,” I said.

“He didn’t know that,” he responded.

“So if we aren’t legally married, then does the house still go to you?”

“He had me sign my name.”

“And you did so willingly?” I asked, “Did you even hesitate? ”

“You think I didn’t protest?”

“No, not at all,” I sarcastically quipped, “I’m sure you were eager to sign since you’d lost your house.”

He looked at me with anger, his face turning red. Looking at his eyes, I could see purple veins begin to strain under his skin. A type of expression I would have never thought humanly possible.

“What exactly do you think you’re accusing me of?”

“I’m just saying, it’s awfully convenient for you to arrive here as my father, the owner of this house, was passing- right after you lost your home.”

“You think the only reason I’m here is for this house?” he snapped, “I thought I had made it abundantly clear that I came here for you.”

“Oh, of course! Because the next logical step after not contacting someone for over 30 years is to show up unannounced and make them your wife without a proper proposal.” I scoffed.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, lowering his voice. I paused for a moment to think. Was it? I suppose in a way it was. Though, if I admitted that, would he become the victor in this debacle? I refused to let that happen.

“No, o-of course not,” I stammered, “I just want you to tell me the truth, Simon.”

“The truth?” He asked.

“Yes. Why are you here? Why now? Why did you agree to my father’s proposition?” I asked, it all came out in more of a whisper than I had intended it to.

“In the simplest of phrases, my love, I did what I thought would be best for us.” he explained.

“What about what was best for me? When you decide you don’t love me anymore, are you going to throw me onto the street?” I asked, squeezing my eyes shut and tightening my fists in on themselves. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, a mix of sadness and shock painted across his face. Had I angered him?

“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I said that- or where that came from…” I whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop, please.” he said whilst taking my hands in his, “I cannot bear to see you like this. I despise how you talk about being left alone and unloved as if it were inevitable.”

A few tears fell from my eyes. I looked down at his hands where they had landed.

“I’m sorr-”

“(Y/N).” he said, sternly. That was all he had to say to get me to stop. Despite it being such a direct command, he sounded warm and loving. Like he was only doing what he thought was right by me. I had only ever known strict and cold commands as a way to control me. However, with the death of my father, I supposed the era of harsh motives was over. That was something I would need to get used to.

Lost in my thoughts over his voice, I didn’t even realize that he was now down on one knee in front of me. Was he…?

“Simon-!”

“No, this isn’t the proposal.” he said, a hint of playfulness now gracing his tone. I was astounded at how quickly his mood had shifted- feeling guilty, as if my tears manipulated him into concealing his anger.

“This is a promise.” he said, “(Y/N), I promise that I will never stop loving you. I promise I will never leave you. I promise I will always be at your side when you need me to be. I promise that I will spend the rest of our lives doing anything to make you happy. You deserve nothing less.”

I gazed into his brown eyes. They had softened and had so much meaning and intent behind them. I refused to let his feeling be merely one-sided, so I found myself kneeling onto the ground in front of him as well. I kept his hands in mine as I spoke.

“And I promise you, Simon, that I will never stop loving you either. I promise that I will do whatever it takes to show you that your efforts to make me happy will not be in vain. I promise to make sure that every day we spend together feels as effortless as the days we first met. I promise that you and I will be infinite.”

He looked down at the floor for a beat.

“What?” I asked.

“You stole that last one from me.” he muttered, looking up at me with a coy look in his eye.

I rolled my eyes and removed my hands from his, opening my arms and throwing them around his neck in a hug. He placed a small kiss on the nape of my neck and rested his chin on my shoulder as he hugged me back.

“I’m sorry that I signed.” He said. Of course, I accepted his apology, but I still wasn’t thrilled about the situation.

“And I’m sorry that I got so heated.” I said.

“It’s quite alright, my love. I understand that you come from a life of constantly feeling inadequate and like anyone could turn on you at any moment. I can imagine where your feelings were coming from.” He said. It felt so good to know that he was making an effort to understand me rather than immediately remove himself from my life completely.

“Is there any possible way that I would be able to have it in my name? I could even cosign second to you if that’s what must happen.” I suggested, “I just don’t want to lose this house, Simon. I want to feel secure.”

“I will discuss the matter with your brother tonight.” he said, releasing me from the hug and placing his hands on my shoulders.

“Thank you.” I replied. He smiled before bringing his lips to mine.

“Now,” he said, “please get some rest. I’m sure today has exhausted you enough.”

I nodded as he released me from our embrace. He stood from his spot on the floor and offered his hand to help me up. He walked me around to the side of the bed and I climbed in, bringing the covers over me. He lowered his head and kissed me goodnight. I watched as he walked towards the door, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before leaving the room.

I laid there on my side, watching the flame of the pillar candle on my bedside table dance and flicker. My mind began to do what it did best; wander.

34 years since I saw that monster, and I haven’t had any experiences like that since. But the rage I felt tonight made me feel demonic myself. Not to mention the look in Simon’s eyes… or rather, around them. Had he always had those veins? Maybe I unsheathed some sort of anger within him, or maybe he was tired. It could also be from age… he otherwise looked quite good for 57. I’ve been told on multiple occasions that I look young for my age, so I couldn’t help but ask myself if they all meant what they said, or if they were all just empty compliments.

I got out of bed and grabbed the candle next to my bed. I tiptoed over to the mirror by my dresser and sat down on the creaky floorboards beneath me. Holding the candle steadily in one hand, I began to stroke my cheeks and eyelids.

They were smooth.

Ordinarily, women would kill for skin like mine at my age. I, on the other hand, was perplexed by it. Unsettled, even. You would think the stress of my family would cause some sort of permanent disarray on my face. However, I looked the same as I did at 22- the age I was when I met Simon.

The age I was when I came face-to-face with the demon.

Ideas started flooding into my mind about what it all could mean. The thought of that thing still being a part of my life without even presenting itself to me was enough to make me flinch. Unfortunately, I forgot I was holding the candle.

Wax splashed onto the back of my hand and burned my skin. I quickly blew on the area it had landed on to harden it, and picked it all off my skin once it was solid. The back of my hand was bright red.

I sighed and got up off of the floor, and started walking back over to my bed. I passed my window and paused, looking out at the forest behind my home. A voice in the back of my mind spoke to me.

If you have questions, find the answers.

I stood there, looking at the trees. I had questions, plenty of them. I deserved answers, didn’t I?

Well… I had better go find them.

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#smosh #smosh games #damien haas #smosh damien #smosh pit #damien haas x reader #simon bootles #simon bootles x reader #board af betrayal #board af legacy #smosh board af #board af #betrayal legacy

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lxvenderdreamy · 10 months

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hiiii!! i just got back from camping lol and was wondering if you could do a 🍓 about soul and DtK asking M!Reader (and eachother) out on a date? like the 3 of them going out?

i’m so sorry that I haven’t been updating, i’m just trying to enjoy the summer while I have it and I haven’t been that all motivated, so I’m very sorry about that. I try to write but I just lose motivation. But i’ll try to start writing more like how I usually do!

Soul and Kid would start to have this feeling…this feeling involved in the last “date” that the three of you had. They actually wanted to go on an actual date with you, really bad.

You also followed through with this feeling as well, you can’t help but actually want to experience an actual date with Soul and Kid, but would that make you three a couple? Yes, it would. But you won’t mind, of course Kid and Soul won’t mind either.

Soul and Kid had already had asked out one another for this date and they both seemed pleased. Of course the relationship isn’t to its fullest without you, so they are gonna ask you out as well.

They decided to do it together instead of individually, so they got prepared and started to make way to you.

They both asked you out and you couldn’t help but flush red. It made your heart flutter and you felt excited about this date, an actual date with Soul and Kid.

You said yes and you all shared your opinions about the timing and where would the date be at. Thank goodness it was a Friday, so nothing is stopping you three.

Just like the last “date”, you went home and immediately got ready. You made sure that everything was nice yourself, you have to be appealing for this very loving date.

Instead of Soul picking you up, Kid did, Soul was also there too. (I imagine Kid has a limo and some guy is driving it lolol) You three sat in the back, chatting about this date.

When you all finally arrive, you three get out of the car and you get your seats, the date is calming and sweet, some slow music playing on the mist of the beauty of it all. You feel happy, your smile never dropped not one second because this really was an amazing date, it was nice and loving for you, it actually felt nice to go and have a literal date other than the last one.

Soul and Kid felt the same way, they really preferred going on an actual date with you other than just disguising it. Just seeing you smile and have a good time is what makes them happy as well.

There were some funny moments like how you guys kept flirting with one another or Soul just ordering the most plainest thing on the menu. Even when Kid was silently crying mentally when his wallet is empty it was still so funny.

After the date is all set and done, you thank them with a smile and a small blush on your cheeks before going back inside your house.

Soul and Kid had a little something up their sleeve, that being them giving you a small loving kiss before you left. It made you flustered as you just waved then off so flustered as you sped walked into your house and shutting the door. It as funny to see your reaction.

You three will always remember that beautiful night, it was amazing. It made you three happy. You would definitely love to go out more with them and they would too.

I am very sorry if this is short, like I said in the beginning I haven’t really been that motivated on either of my Quotev, Ao3, or even my wattpad. So I apologize for my lack of motivation throughout this summer, i’ll try to get back on track and put some more work out there for you guys because I really love you all, you all mean the world to me so it’s my honor to keep writing and updating you guys to make you all very happy❤️❤️❤️

#fluff #oneshot #soul eater dtk #soul eater soul #liz soul eater #soul eater patty #soul eater oneshot #soul eater x reader #[🍓]

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marauderswolf22 · 1 year

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Hi! I'm doing some research on the marauders fandom, and I saw that you've posted some content for it! I'd love it if you could take this anonymous form, about your opinions and experiences in the marauders fandom! (If you wanna be extra lovely, would you be willing to share it with your followers, too?) Thank you so so much :) Here's the link: forms. gle/MggR6iFc7mk7KxD9A

I feel so honored!!! Thank you <3 all complete, so i wanted to share my answers :) (i don't know how to write it, but hell yeah i want to) +i skipped the part about myself (age, country...) and i also make them shorter, but with the same meaning (hope you're not mad!) and i also wrote here so much of them lol

At what age did you read the Harry Potter books? ⬤ 8-10 years old

Have you ever read Harry Potter fanfiction? ⬤ yes

If so, what year did you start? ⬤ i think it was 2021

Do you consider yourself in the hp fandom, the marauders, both, or neither? ⬤ the marauders fandom

Which platforms do you use to consume marauders content? ⬤ Tumblr ⬤ ao3 ⬤ Wattpad ⬤ Fanfiction. net

What do you like to consume within the marauders fandom? ⬤ Fan art ⬤ Fanfiction ⬤ Fan edits (with movie clips)

When did you first engage in marauders fandom? ⬤ in the beggining of 2022

Did you participate the marauders fandom in late 2020 (atyd era) ⬤ No

Have you read atyd? ⬤ no, but im in the fandom anyway

(Here i missed some questions, sorry)

Have you read crimsom rivers? ⬤ I want to!

Have you read art heist, baby? ⬤ No

Do you ship Jilly? ⬤ yes, also with other characters

If you ship them with other people, who are they? ⬤ james with regulus, sometimes lily with mary

Do you ship jegulus? ⬤ Yes (i fucked up here lol)

If you ship them with other people, who are they? ⬤ James with lily <3

Do you ship wolfstar? ⬤ yes (hell yeah)

Do you ship jeguilly? ⬤ No

Do you ship rosekiller? ⬤ i really don't know!!!

Is there a very popular ship i haven't mention? ⬤ Dorlene? And marylily i think

Have you had any experiences with sexism in the marauders fandom? ⬤ don't remember but possible that yes

Have you had any experiences with racism in the marauders fandom? ⬤ yes

If yes, explain here: ⬤ i saw a fanart one time where james had a darker skin (he was latino) and someone commented that it doesn't suit him (i meant that they said that it doesn't suit his personality)

Have you had any experiences with fat-phobia in the marauders fandom? ⬤ again, possible bit don't exactly remember anything

Have you even been harassed while engaging in the marauders fandom? ⬤ no

How do you see james potter ⬤ i don't have a preference! (Everything is interesting!)

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

How do you see Sirius and Regulus? ⬤ i dom't have a preference!

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans DO NOT view this character the way i do

Do you think that Peter is plus-size? ⬤ yes, but it's not that important to me

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

Do you think that Lily is plus-size? ⬤ i don't have a preference!

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

Do you think it's problematic to ship characters who, within canon, are death eaters and DO get a redemptiom arc? ⬤ i don' think so, everyone have theur own canon and for some it can be problematic, but for some not (my english had a break here)

Do you think that it's problematic to ship characters who, within canon, are death eaters and DON'T get a redemptiom arc? ⬤ i don't ship them but only because im not really deep into their stories (yet?) but again, not for everyone and every canon (my english understanding was sleeping, god)

GUYS DO THIS, IT'S SO COOL and you must put a lot of effort in this, good job! Have a good day lovies <3

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first-only · 2 years

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Same anon as before

I've never heard the terms 'Doylean vs Watsonian', what do they mean?

(a note that most native english speakers use Doylist as opposed to Doylean. i tend to prefer the latter bc of my native tongue and i apologize if i confused you in trying to google it lol)

they come from the sherlock holmes books - Arthur Conan Doyle is the author, and John Watson is the character that tells the story of sherlock from within the narrative. Basically a Doylist view is what an 'outsider' sees - someone looking at the story from our real world, while a Watsonian one is what the characters themselves think of the events and how they experience them.

They're generally used to criticize these days, even if they are an actually useful tool. Most commonly you'll see discourse over how a Doylist explanation for a female character showing a lot of skin is "this sells," while a watsonian explanation might be "she breathes through her skin" (yes thats a real thing with the character Quiet from metal gear solid). One is explaining why the author wrote the story this way, or what a reader might take from it ("it's sexy"), while the other is the in-world explanation for whats happening.

When it comes to fandom/fic tagging the terms are more useful for the /feel/ of the story, whats its actual 'goal' versus technically what content it includes.

For example, since we're talking Problematic here and it's easy to convey like this, a fic that has just a r.ape tag could be noncon porn, could be a recovery fic, could have just the mention of it somewhere, and hell it could just be two characters getting drunk together and having sex and the author decided to tag it this way bc Drunk Sex Bad (to hell with the fact that this isnt even universal irl)

But, for example, if a fic has a r.ape/noncon archive warning, and the tags are something like fluff, romance, true love etc, since archive warnings are always Doylist (ie they care about what is in the story not how it is presented) then that could convey a very specific dynamic. Yes, from a real world perspective the acts in this fic might constitute r.ape. But the characters do not experience it this way and it is the infamous "romantization" depiction. Which btw was the norm in BL/Yaoi and is still a strong trope. Now viewed as "r.ape you till you love me", in-narrative it's more like "i'll show you how good i make you feel so you stop fighting that you're attracted to me" and it /works/ which makes it a romance and not a horror story.

Now let me preface this by saying that i dont believe in authors' "obligation" to tag things. Tags are nice and useful and optional. On ffnet and on private websites and honestly often now on wattpad, fics are/were mostly untagged or not-fully tagged, and it wasnt exactly "tags" (which are archiving tools for cataloging and searching) but more like.. general content descriptors that were really more of a summary than a 'warning'. Tagging culture in general is a very ao3 thing and came with it being an /archive/. And even there the only mandatory tag is the archive warning and it could be Chose Not.

But if you want to warn/describe your story better in the tags, and you want to use the chose not to use archive warnings option, even for a story where the characters are in the dynamic described above, an additional more descriptive and more doylist tag might be optimal - like yes, fluff romance, but also manipulation for example. (even tho the chose not to use option was originally to avoid /spoilers/ [yes fic discourse involved spoilers and some people were against warnings bc they’re spoilers] in my experience its now used more as Seriousness Alert, as in a fic tagged w u.nderage archive warning is more likely to have younger characters as opposed to a chose not to use + an additional u.nderage tag where its usually teenagers)

Doylist and watsonian tagging practices work best together imo. I personally lean towards watsonian because i want to know the general genre/feeling of the story rather than a dry description of mechanical components. However knowing that some heavier shit is mentioned could help me sift the right emotional state to read it in. Now that doesnt mean tagging the drunk couple having sex as 'noncon', thankfully ao3 allows for very descriptive tags, so throwing a 'drunk sex' in there if you feel like it would be a better option.

Now - 'drunk sex' as a watsonian/descriptive/kink specific tag - the characters are aware they are drunk, this affects their actions/thoughts/performance during sex. they get off on it or they're upset by it. it might have narrative consequences. 'drunk sex from a doylist perspective - i mentioned them drinking and then i mentioned them having sex. all of the above may or may not apply. (slapping this on a 100k story for like two lines of it and no kink-adjacency or consequences to it is... overdoing it a bit in my personal opinion)

I think it's important to note here these are like.. literally [=pertaining to literature] descriptors and tools, and explaining on ao3 itself whether a tag you use is one or the other will have limited effectiveness and it might as well be more confusing. It's more of an analysis on how one prefers to view/tag their stories and less a part of the warning/tag itself. Of course you can always explain in the author's notes or something if you wish, but it's not a universal fandom thing at all, if anything it's more for literature nerds like me who are also obsessed with overanalyzing fandom and how people approach it.

and since i already invoked finr and i actually managed to find what i was looking for there, here's two of their posts that have other good examples and thoughts on the subject - 1 2

#ask #u can look at my previous reblog for their input on your original question + the links to the post/s i mentioned

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1991potter · 2 years

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wish to open and continue further?

❒ yes

❒ no

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about this account !

what fandoms do you post here? good question, I only strictly post harry potter/the irl actors and actresses whom portray those characters. but I have two other accounts for music and movies/shows that you can follow if you would like, they are philshouse and 1860march.

what sorts of things do you post here? clips from interviews/videos/streams, edits made by either me or found on TikTok, funny moments, learn the alphabet with blank, theories, head canons, differences from the books and movies, previews for my marauders fanfic over on Wattpad!

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about the author/owner of the account !

who is your favourite(s) character(s) from the series? I have always loved luna, neville, the entire weasley family, draco, oliver wood, snape, remus, sirus, bellatrix, narcissa, hagrid, fleur, tonks, dobby, harry, heromine, mcgonagall, mad-eye moody, cedric, seamus and many more !

do you ship anyone from the series? honestly, not really and majority of the couples sucked tbh ( don't sue me pls ) but I do love and only ship these couples, tonks and remus, fleur and bill, arthur and molly, neville/luna or neville/ginny would have been cute but I prefer neville and luna tbh.

which actors/actresses are your favourite? nat tena ( tonks ) , emma watson ( heromine ) , bonnie wright ( ginny ) , evanna lynch ( luna ) , matthew lewis ( neville ) , oliver and james phelps ( fred and george ) , tom felton ( draco ) , devon murray ( seamus ) , aflie enoch ( dean ) and loads more! also, just because I didn't list everyone or your faves doesn't mean I don't love them!

how long have you been a fan? my entire life literally, I grew up watching the movies ( I still have all of them somewhere ) and reading the books too ( have all of them in different variations ) and I still love it so much!

do you have anything harry potter related, merch or apparel? I have the books and movies ( if that counts lol ) , luna lovegood's glasses from HBP, deathly hallows necklace, getting a wand ( my friend is going to help me out because I have no idea whose to get lmao ) and plan to buy so much more once I get my job set up.

what are your other socials? my pinterests are HARRINGT0NSH0USE and hearts4chalamet , AO3 is MAYFI3LDS even though I don't post on it only used it to move my mcyt books over there because I left the fandom and didn't want them on my wp, Wattpad is also MAYFI3LDS , my TikTok is luvsn0va despite not having used it in three months because my old phone broke and I still haven't gotten one, my other tumblrs are 1860march and philshouse, my discord is phil#9880 and my discord server is https://discord.gg/TNUHEzTP

what's your carrd? https://philshouse.carrd.co/ here luv !

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do you wish to close? if so, come again soon deary !

❒ yes

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pr1ncessm00n · 2 years

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hey everyone :) a little chat/ serious psa below

sorry for my unannounced hiatus lol- i’ve had a bit much on my plate. but my plate is cleared! i can’t say the last chapter of common sense will come this week because i’m still drafting and i want it to be a perfect, long, ending to this series 💕 it’s my favorite one i’ve written so far so i want to do it, and y’all, justice!

i also started a stan twitter! so if you would like to go ahead and follow that my username is @mikasas2casa (hehe creative ik). i am also on AO3 where i will crosspost my fics! my ao3 used is the same as my tumblr, but i haven’t uploaded anything yet as i’m still trying to make it work. i refuse to join wattpad tho that’s too far gone for me, rip old wattpad you will be missed.

i won president at school!! so that means more responsibility, but hey it’s what i wanted so i’m very pleased :)

serious time…

the only thing i ask is to please not flood my inbox with asks about when i’ll update again lol. i try to be as active as possible but sometimes i just can’t sit and chat or respond to everyone asking me when i’m gonna write. it makes me feel rushed and like i’m only seen as a source of entertainment lol. while i did have sunday as my usual update day, i’ve tried my best to abide by it but i am human and things do come up. which is why i’m letting everyone know ahead of time that this sunday nor this week is a guaranteed publish date. yes i am working hard on it and i have not put it off, but i am also a full time student, work two jobs (one internship which is unpaid), and frankly this is a side hobby for me. it doesn’t mean i don’t love it, but obviously i have priorities and i won’t be able to write if i’m broke and degreeless lol. rudeness doesn’t really get you anywhere besides blocked so i just wanted to make that clear! i also have a bunch of requests to work on so i’m trying my best to provide multiple sources of content. i do enjoy writing but when people send me rude asks or rude messages directly it kind of sucks the fun out of that.

i also want to make it clear that i joined tumblr as a creative outlet and with no intention to gain a bunch of followers or be noticed! and i do appreciate almost 500 followers in such a short time and over 600 notes, i didn’t join for clout at all so not to sound like a total bitch but if this is becoming toxic i won’t hesitate to leave, and then we all lose. so i think it pays off to be nice if im writing something you supposedly want me to continue lol <3

and please, while i don’t mind interacting with you guys in comments just please be mindful that i have my own struggles and like i said, tumblr is my safe place to escape that for a bit. so if you’re trauma dumping in my inbox or dms it’s kind of uncomfortable for me and i am not qualified fo give anyone advice on how to deal with traumatic situations lol so just please be mindful that i’m just a nineteen year old trying to write fanfiction. i’ve already had some pretty crappy interactions with online friends in the past so i just prefer to keep my space sometimes, and i’m not averse to friendship! but i do prefer to just be a bit more private sometimes lol. i know that sounds weird bc i tell y’all updates on my life and stuff but that’s more general stuff, not deep dark personal secret time lmaoo so let’s be mindful of that please.

thank you for all the support and appreciation you’ve shown <3 and no i’m not mad at any of you (except the rude nonnies in my dms demanding an update?? i wish youd expose yourself so i could block u lol) but im just not very good at establishing boundaries and thats something i need to work on without offending anyone!! ok i talk too much bye guys <3 see u soon!

#pr1ncessm00npsas

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kinnie-moment · 3 years

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SoKi hcs because they are criminally underrated idc

These mfs have so much trauma LOL

Kids always paranoid about becoming a kishin like Asura

Also has nightmares about being kidnapped…… that could not have been a fun experience. I’m sure he wakes up practically trembling.

And Soul is of course still torn up over the black blood and the little demon

#bestievibesonly 😍😍

Soul feels. So inferior to Kid. LIKE HES A MF DEATH GOD HE DID SERIOUS DAMAGE ON THE KISHIN and Soul thinks he’s just some guy

But Kid always notices and knows exactly what to say to Soul. He has a very proper and elegant way of speaking, and that translates into compliments

But when it comes to them getting together!! Its a funny story i will pretend its cannon

It was a school dance. Soul found himself on the balcony as usual, but this time it was Kid who came out to greet him and ask if he was okay

He figured Soul would be dancing with Maka since they came to the dance together, but after speaking to Soul for a minute or to he suddenly realized it wasn’t like that

Eventually, he got Soul to spill that he wanted to dance with someone, he just didn’t think they’d say yes

“I think you should ask them, Soul. Surely they’ll accept it if you approach it properly.”

“Okay pretty boy, wanna dance with me?”

Yeah Kid nearly fell backwards of the balcony

So much?? Just happened???? Being asked to dance??? BEING CALLED PRETTY BOY??????????

He suddenly realizes he forgot to respond so he quickly mutters a small “y-yes.” and Soul thinks it's hilarious.

Kid gets flustered very easily but we’ll come back to that later

Anyways they dance and!!!!! Turns out Liz set the whole thing up and basically told soul that kid liked him LMFAOSKB

As for general relationship hcs:

Kid calls Soul the sweet and tender pet names like “love” and “dear”

But also stuff like fruitcake and dumbass. Lovingly, of course

Oh my god they probably call each other the f slur bye

Soul calls him stuff like “pretty boy” and “kiddo” and Kid rolls his eyes and pretends like he hates it

One time Soul called him some dumb shit like “alive the offspring” and got slapped in the face. He doesn't regret it tho because Kid’s small giggle was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He’s down bad yall.

Kid gets flustered. So incredibly easily. And it's super obvious bc mf is so PALE

Soul could whisper something slightly outta pocket and Kid is bright red in a second

Its very funny everyone teases him for it <33333

Tfw ur literally a death god but can't handle holding ur bfs hand

However, Soul can get just as flustered. He's only slightly better at hiding it

Kid has definitely shot Soul in the balls before. Just bc he was being obnoxious

“If you damage anything down there it’s a loss on your part, remember that.”

Soul gets an extra shot in the face for that one

Very chill relationship. They really don't need to constantly drown each other in affection, sometimes just sitting in silence together is enough

Just stuff they'd do even if they weren't together, like sneaking out to the basketball court late at night

“If I win I get to move all the furniture off center” “If I win you shut the fuck up”

I know i said they don't have an incredibly over the top relationship, but there is a lot of reassurance needed with these two

Soul has like,,, the insecure jealousy. He knows his bf is like the hottest guy ever. He knows his bf possesses an immense power and a high status. It seems ridiculous that he’d settle for a guy like soul

But he did. And Kid doesn’t regret it, no matter what Soul thinks

God im just jumping around w these but… onto pda and physical affection!

At first, Kid isn’t big on physical affection. He’s never really gotten it before so he’s like ????? what even is that

He discovers how nice it can be one day when he’s beginning to spiral. Instead of trying to talk to Kid, Soul just gently pulled him closer and rubbed small circles into his back until he had calmed down and Kid was like. oh. oh okay.

So needless to say, he’s very big on affection now. When Soul hugs him he doesn't feel like a god anymore. He doesn’t feel the stress of living up to his father. He can just sink into the feeling of security.

Soul loves to give Kid hugs from behind. Just to flex that he’s taller. Even tho its only by 1 inch

He talks mad shit for a mf that's literally 5’3

LMAO ANYWAYS

They both give me the vibes of….. clingy when sleepy. Kid practically clings to Soul when he’s asleep, and if Soul attempts to get up Kid will just whine and pull him back while he’s in this half asleep state

He’ll never admit to it though.

Soul loves to watch Kid fight. He's just so graceful with each move and it's incredibly badass.

Kid loves to wear Soul’s hoodies around the house. Again, he’s only 1 inch shorter but Soul wears looser clothes so it definitely fits a bit big on him

Soul loves when Kid plays with his hair

Kid loves it to, but at the same time he’s so insecure about his hair he usually prefers to forget about it completely

But if he's had a hard day is he really gonna say no when Soul offers to hold him and rub his hair????? No absolutely not

Who the fuck would say no to that

Ugh i love them

Pov homosexuality

Oooo u wanna be my friend and talk to me about them so bad ooooooo kid kinnies wanna give me validation so bad ooo

Also im only doing self promo bc there’s no SoKi content out there but!!! I have tons of SoKi content on my ao3 (kinnie_moment) and i’m slowly uploading them to my wattpad (kinnie_moment_asf) so feel free to check those out if u want more content!! I love these two sm i doubt i’ll stop writing them anytime soon

#first post how are we #soulxkid #kidxsoul #soul eater #soulevans #soul evans #death the kid #deaththekid #dtk #soul eater death the kid #soki #deathsoul #headcanon #soul evans hc #dtk headcannons #death the kid headcannons #souleaterhcs

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sapphire-wine · 3 years

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Could you possibly recommend some ace attorney fanfic whilst you're on the topic? (Preferably not on Wattpad tho lol) ~~~

Yes! So, these are already on my bookmarks on AO3 but I'll put them here too. All of my mutuals are free to self-plug lol I know they're all good

Narumitsu

Druinos by MeridianRiver (completed)

It's a college fic and just really well written, almost everyone in the cast is there. I would SCREAM at this one like I was a middle aged man watching the superbowl (you can find a comment of mine on here that says this)

Phoenix doesn't Know by AbstractKittens (completed)

This one is fun it's just about Phoenix and Larry going on a trip throughout Europe and meeting Miles and Franziska to find Larry's lost love. It's based on a movie I haven't actually seen.

Turnabout Lost and Found by butthebees (not completed)

This one is v cute it's about Phoenix adopting all of the kids (who have been aged down) and Miles adopts Franziska (also aged down) and they just navigate being single fathers. I haven't read the last couple chapters that came out but what I've read of it I like.

Chasing History by EternalBroZone (not completed)

Miles is staying in Phoenix's apartment to work on his legal thesis. I like it it's very well written and I have stolen the swear jar idea from them. They just write v well I'm constantly waiting for the next upload even tho I keep forgetting and then there will be like 2-3 new chapters lol.

Klapollo - I don't bookmark too many Klapollo fics

Words come Fluently by queenitsy (completed)

Literally just. The ultimate lmao. This one also had me screaming like I was watching the superbowl. Apollo is a music critic youtuber on the side of just graduating law school, and Klavier is doing music full time. No one is a lawyer (besides Apollo) they're all in the music industry.

Feyquill

A Match made in Neo-Olde Tokyo by Feriku (completed)

I feel the need to plug the Feyquill bible fic in here lmao. It's just really cute I like it a lot and want more like this for them. Maya and Blackquill hang out and do Stell Samurai related stuff together.

#submission #there are definitely more that ive read over the past few months that I just didnt bookmark but if i come across them ill put them in #ellies asks #technically this is an ask lol #ellies recs

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cinnonym · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Thank you @swanqueensalad for the tag!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24 (that’s so much more than I expected lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

264236... ah yes, one-shots my beloved :D

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

on ao3? 2 (Once Upon A Time and Supergirl). Elsewhere? uhhhh we don’t talk about elsewhere hskjd

4. Top five fics by kudos?

Y’all, I don’t have the ao3 skills for that kinda analysis, oof, the amount of time it took me to figure out the statistics button thingie... but here ya go:

1) i know you flirted with me before (but i didn’t get it right, can i try again) - yes and I know I still owe you a part two, it’s in the works, I promise!

2) the file drawer effect - I’m still quite proud of this one, but honestly, this statistics just shows that the SuperCorp fandom is currently more active, I think

3) Curses, like chickens, come home to roost - it better be on this list, I worked so long and so hard on this one. My first novel-length anything ever!

4) Thin Ice - uhm. I’d almost forgotten about that one tbh. It’s.. been a while?

5) it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas (ev’rywhere you go) - though I feel like this one has to be divided by 12 since it’s a short story collection, which would make my actual rank 5: A New Beginning!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

yes, absolutely!! because I love comments and they always make me so happy, and I feel like people deserve to know how happy they’ve made me? But also cause I just like connecting to fellow fans, yay!

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I’d say Till Death Do Us Part cause it doesn’t really end happily? But then, canon fixes that one, actually. Apart from that probably the greatest loves of all time were never made cause that’s just canonical angst in extra heartbreaking words..

7. Do you write crossovers?

not yet? But I don’t see it happening tbh..

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Oof, once I had an issue where I tagged Regina&Robin but some OutlawQueen shippers took offence that it wasn’t their endgame, even though I’d put multiple warnings everywhere that it would be SwanQueen... But I myself barely received hate, it was just a heated discussion / minor shipping war in the comment section. Still made me sad :(

9. Do you write smut?

not yet. I’m keeping my fics T-rated at the highest, although I gotta say, I’ve gotten a lot spicier lately. But honestly, I prefer building build-up to writing actual explicit smut, so that’s probably all you’re ever getting from me, sorry lol

10. Ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of..

11. Ever had a fic translated?

nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yes!! back in the day @godandmonsters1996 and I sometimes collabed on tumblr. Here’s an example of one of our very angsty pieces!

13. All time favourite ship?

SwanQueen probably. I see myself returning to it for all eternity. Though I also have to say that SuperCorp makes a compelling point!

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

too many, loves, too many

15. Writing strengths?

dialogue, probably. Flirty banter, to be precise. I’m a Gemini, so this is all I do all day irl anyway, lol

16. Writing weaknesses?

Transitions! From one scene to another, ugh ugh ugh, I just overuse horizontal lines a lot hsdjkl but oof, I wish I was better at that. Also, long piece in general? I love it, but I also always run out of motivation at some point? It’s complicated okay??

17. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language?

English isn’t my first language, and I do speak several other languages, but nope nuh-uh nah, I just feel uncomfortable writing in any language but English. Only exception can be pet names I suppose..

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

... okay listen... 15yo me was very into ABBA okay (I still am btw, which is why I’m freaking out rn), and uh. I wrote straight ABBA rpf on wattpad back in the day (*hides in a corner*)

19. What is your favourite fic you’ve written so far?

I always like my latest fic most, I think, so A New Beginning? I’m really proud of it in any case! Though my favourite story-wise might actually be love bites, love bleeds (it’s what i need)

I’m tagging @waknatious if you wanna? Also, anyone else who wants to join in!

#this is me #tag game #this was fun thanks again salad!!

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years

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Catching up on Anons... 😳

1. 🥰 kithes 😚

2. Yes, they do! You can always check Ao3 or Wattpad to see if they left them up there. As a writer, I am of the belief that they are completely entitled to do this. I understand it sucks for you all, but it's unfortunately a reality that people will steal our work, and some people don't like losing that control over it.

3. Ah, yes. I am unfortunately familiar with this. The history behind the word bisexual is so long, and I feel like a lot of young people have lost a lot of the historical context. Bisexual has always meant all genders, with or without preference. It is a reclaimed term that was coined by a person trying to demonize us, so of course it's not perfect.

Anyone who implies bisexual people have to choose/prefer one, that they exclude certain gender identities (or even worse, that weird transphobic shit where bi "doesn't include trans people" lmfao what the actual fuck) can fuck off as far as I'm concerned.

Also, by the way, congratulations on figuring out your identity! All the best from one sapphic to another! 💕

4-5. Sorry, I'm a bit confused because I think you got 1st and 2nd person mixed up a bit (happens all the time!) 😅 I mostly write in 1st person because I personally dislike 2nd (but will write in it occasionally).

Either way, I am so glad to hear that you found what you love writing. Your preferences are all that really matter, screw the rest lol! Thank you so much for sharing with me, and I hope you continue to enjoy writing!

6. [NSFW] [Lane Courtesy] Bahaha, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I always write Franklin for a good friend of mine because he is her favorite. I think he's a total goofball.

7. I don't know many people who write Chip at all, much less a specific genre! That being said, I know that @writing-in-april has one here!

#answer #answered

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jaerie · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions

I was tagged by @allwaswell16 and @becomeawendybird

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 125 not counting anons

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,311,423

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

3 fandoms. One Direction, Hanson, Thor. Wait. The Moffatts as well. So 4 I guess..... maybe a few others sprinkled in WAY back in the day.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Where Do We Go Now

Just Jump

come on over, we've got something to share

Woke Up Feeling Knotty

The Post-War BP

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ummmmm angstiest ENDING? ummmm maybe the dexter AU? because it doesn’t really explain much, just gives you an illusion of how things are

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Ummmmmmm pretty much all of them because I get mean comments if it doesnt end the way people want it to.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Not much. I did write a Dexter AU... and I’ve wanted to write a bunch, but I just really haven’t. I guess my wordplay fic this year is technically one! I don’t know about anything crazy though

8) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Absolutely. Dirty, graphic smut. The kind of smut that will introduce you to new kinks and make you question your whole life up to that point.

9) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

It’s like new years resolutions. I always say I’m going to... and then............ My intention is to answer comments but it just becomes A LOT. And I never know what to say other than “thank you for reading!” unless its something specific I can comment on. Soooo I guess my anxiety says it’s better not to comment than to just say generic thank yous. I miss the LJ days when you’d write novel comments for each chapter and then have a long thread back and forth with the author fangirling over specific scenes or wording or plot point or a particular line that struck you... but Ao3 just isn’t that kind of community really.

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Sure have! I’ve had some of the nastiest things thrown at me both directly and indirectly. Mainly by entitled people sitting behind computer screens sending me pissy comments on anon because I didn’t write the fic the way they wanted it to be written tailored to their preferences and fantasies. Or people who are all WON’T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN type hate comments.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. They used to pop up on Wattpad a lot. I even had someone repost on Ao3.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve found translations up on Wattpad before... but the above reason is exactly why I don’t allow translations. That and because (and this is no offense to ANYONE who is multilingual, that is impressive!) I don’t trust that the story and feelings and emotions would be translated correctly.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kind of? But not in a serious cowriting situation. It was moreso just for fun in the past but I think I’m too much of a control freak over where I want plots and characters to go.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Harry and Louis probably. I’ve never written so many fics for any other fandom nor was I ever so consistent on reading a specific pairing before. They just fit. I don’t really have another explanation.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m going to get tomatoes thrown at me if I say which one I’m really thinking of :-x but I have plenty of half finished fics in my google docs that I want to but will never finish because of hate comments or things people have said about it that stomped all over my excitement. Like this one fic I won’t be too specific on because certain people will know what I’m talking about and I’m not out here to call out the person who did this... but it was a hybrid fic and in a group chat we were explaining hybrids and I shared artwork I found explaining how I envisioned hybrids in my head and someone in the chat said “that’s not a hybrid, that’s a furry” and the way it happened basically made me want to delete every hybrid fic I’ve ever posted and made me abandon the whole thing even though I’d already written 30k of it and it was GRAND. God I loved that idea so fucking much. A certain someone asks about it now and then... but yea. That’s the real reason I abandoned it and will never finish it even if I sometimes want to. Actually I might have deleted it during one of the #darktimes a few months ago. RIP to all the fic beginnings and fragments and nearly finished masterpieces that fell victim to the massacre.

16) What are your writing strengths?

World building? Smut? Emotion? This is hard because the things people probably think I do well are probably things I think I suck at.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

English. And double spaces. I will take those to my fucking grave. Fight me.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I.... don’t. Because of above. Someone will tell me I’m wrong which my brain will translate as you’re dumb and should never attempt to write words in anyt language again LOL but for real. The fear of messing it up is too strong.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Hanson

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hard one... All of my favourite fics are also fics that I know could have been better had I dedicated more time to them or been more patient before rushing to post. Doing that sort by kudos thing above really shocked me that some of my least favourite or meh fics are the most popular

In no particular order, here are some of my favourites through the years:

Old Photographs & Times I'll Remember

Sisterwives

High Heels, Red Dress

Tonight's the Night

As We Were, As We Are

The Wilds

OmegaVision

Captain Jack

Saving's What I Need

Stay Close, Hold Steady

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