#Runnaway reader

[nebulousmoon3990]

SPECTERS OF SILK

[Dark!Paul Atreides x Runaway Reader]

part 1

Description: In an alternate universe where Paul never dreamed and fell in love with Chani, he becomes a tyrant feared throughout the universe, being a sadistic maniac whose power is worshipped as that of a god. The Brotherhood sent you as Muad'Dib's concubine to try to manipulate him, but all you want is to live free, so you don't try to persuade him, but to escape. But your unexpected twist in fate makes Atreides start to love you, his obsession growing without you realizing it. So when you finally escape, Paul is not accepting it.

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Warnings: possible spelling mistakes (English is not my first language), bene gesserit!Reader, nsfw, afab!reader, obsessive and possessive behavior, Dark!PaulAtreides, slavery (not sexual), child abuse, mentions of torture and blood, swearing, mentions of ideas like suicide, use of Voice, sexual content (not recommended for minors, read at your own risk), obscenity, (Spoiler: Corrino!Reader), everything is fictitious and false!

You were always going too fast.

Always fast.

But now it seemed you were too slow.

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You were a slave, sold from master to master, you never knew your parents, you never knew your origins or what made you a slave in the first place, you were just… there.

Being used, being ordered around, obedient, educated, all for your own good.

Maybe that was what drew Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam to you.

What had it been like? Oh, you had been thrown out by your former master and taken to be sold again. On the streets, you walked in handcuffs, your gaze expressionless as you walked, you had been taught that, as a slave, you should look down, never directing your gaze to those above you.

That was why you had bumped into her.

She was accompanied by two sisters, all three dressed in black, with a veil like night over them. The slave buyer attacked you in front of everyone for your carelessness, but you didn't say anything, you weren't allowed to. Imagine your surprise when somehow, the Reverend Mother approached her seller wanting to buy you.

Her sisters also showed surprise (moderate, of course), but they said nothing. That day you were taken by them, and you were never the same again.

You were trained in the bene gesserit arts, your teaching was much more severe than the others, said by the Reverend Mother herself, but she never told you why.

You never questioned it further, fearing punishment.

You trained in all kinds of things: history, politics, justice, posture and reflexes, trained to control and know the human body and its reactions, trained to control your body. You trained in the Voice, the mechanism was the hardest, trying to find the perfect timbre, you trained your body in hand-to-hand combat, trained to study and identify any poison, toxin or anything harmful to health and well-being and how it all affected the body.

You learned everything.

But you were never told why you, a slave, should learn these things.

And, although you could not ask the reason for your training, you asked about your freedom.

"Will I be free?" "Will I have freedom after I complete my purpose?" "Will I be able to have freedom someday?"

The answers were always the same.

"Only destiny knows, child."

It was not a No, it was a doubt. You could be free someday, that is why you obeyed the Reverend Mother, that is why you pushed yourself beyond measure. In the hope that, someday, you would be set aside and could be free.

You never knew your purpose, but the hope of sweet freedom remained like a blanket of comfort over your heart.

There was hope.

That was until Paul Atreides ascended the throne.

The Kwisatz Haderach.

He killed the former Emperor, Shaddam Corrino, and seized power. He showed no mercy as he brought the Fremen into the universe and subjected the great houses to his empire. A tyrant, sadistic and cruel, he killed billions, his power unknown even to the Brotherhood.

Your influence and fear spread throughout the universe, your presence dominating and claiming everything in front of you, even though your reign was only five years old, everyone already felt the weight of your power.

It was in this dictatorial regime that you understood the reason for your training.

A sacrifice.

Reverend Mother Gaius had trained you to control whoever rose to power, whether it was Feyd-Rautha or Paul Atreides, you were a plan B in case Irulan failed, and although your training at first was for the case of Feyd reigning, with Paul conquering the throne and massacring the entire Corrino house for treason, the Reverend Mother focused your training on controlling the Kwisatz Haderach.

And you only found out about this a month before marrying the Emperor.

Shocked, you accepted it, you trained for it and to maintain your obedience to the brotherhood, but you did it because you didn't realize the main point, you only realized it after a few hours.

The Reverend Mother did not expect to give you freedom.

That was enough for you.

You wanted to be free! You were a bird trapped since birth, with no choices, no peace, no love, no affection, living a life of fear and suffocation, where you could be given and subjugated by anyone who bought you for a price, you were tired of being controlled and handled like a doll.

With your marriage to Paul, possibly being one of coldness and appearances, just to manipulate events, you would only be taken from one cage to another.You refused to do that.

So, as you approached the throne room, with a light gray dress and veil that covered your entire face, along with the bene gesserit accessories that you clutched tightly, either out of anger or fear, you decided at that moment.

You would do anything to escape, both from the brotherhood and from Paul Atreides.

You would be free.

Whatever the cost

—

Paul made many choices in life.

Some good, some bad, and that led him to who he is today.

The Emperor of the Universe.

Paul Atreides stopped being the innocent and kind boy when his entire home, his honor, and his father were taken from him. And although he made many bad choices, he will never regret keeping a part of the innocent boy he was inside him.

The golden path he was following, for the survival of humanity, would make him be recognized as a maniacal and heartless tyrant, never as the savior of the human race. But for him it was okay, the only people he loved and cared about were his mother and his sister, and they were both on his side in this game.

But perhaps, the decision to keep the old Paul Atreides inside him, would make him regret or be grateful for the rest of his life.

It all depends on you.

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Paul was intrigued.

He knew the old witch would try anything to keep him under her control. But he had expected that after Irulan's death when she tried to poison his little sister, Gaius would be more fearful of confronting him.

Apparently, she was braver (or stupider, it's the same) than he thought.

Offering a political marriage was a bold move, one that Paul could have easily rejected.

But the Reverend Mother needed a lesson for defying him so openly, and what would be better than seeing her plan fail miserably?

Oh, that would be fun.

To become a tyrant, Paul had immersed himself in the memories of his Harkonnen ancestors, seeking to delve into the pleasure of others' suffering, the diabolical and maniacal methods he had so immersed himself in made him find himself silencing the whispers in his mind to go further, to do more.

So there he was, sitting on the throne in black robes, he allowed himself to sink into ways in which he could break his new concubine. Delighting in the good manners of making the woman surrender to the brink of madness.

Then when he felt the Reverend Mother he was confused for not feeling anyone with her.

Wouldn't the union be today? Why didn't she-

"My lord, Reverend Mother Gaius is here." Gurney said as he entered the throne room, Paul waved his hand tediously as Duncan went to his side. The large doors opened with a creak that everyone had become accustomed to, Gaius' figure approached him along with another woman at his side, it took more than a few seconds before Paul realized.

He didn't feel that woman, didn't feel her presence and hadn't even anticipated her arrival.

He didn't see You.

He waited until you were at the foot of the throne, where you bowed subtly, your movements being followed by everyone in the room "Your divinity."

Only those closest to Paul could call him sir or by his name, the rest could only address him with titles befitting the Emperor. The slightest bit of disrespect caught in speech could lead someone to the gallows, or even a worse sentence, in another life, Paul would be disgusted by this and would be more benevolent.

But he didn't go.

He smiled falsely at the witch, his anger towards her hadn't diminished one bit over the years "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." No expression appeared on the old woman's face, but in her eyes, deep down, he could see the trace of anger towards him.

Even after years, the enmity between them remained strong and firm. Paul was amused by how the witch was forced to respect him, even though years ago she had treated him with ferocity. "We didn't mean to take so long, but Your deity knows how rigorous the process is to enter the palace."

"Yes, I know." His attention was on the girl beside him, once again his interest being drawn to her. He stood up from the throne, the movement attracting the attention of both of them. With slow steps, he approached you. Wisely, you didn't dare meet his eyes or raise your head, not even when Paul was in front of you.

"I assume this is the girl you talk about so much, isn't it?" He tried to look through you again, to see your mind or your ways, but Paul found himself blank again. It was as if he was near a black hole, a beautiful mystery that constantly pulled him closer to you.

What the hell are you?

"That's right, your deity." Paul looked at your face through the gray veil over you, for some reason he felt like seeing your face. So he took the veil and lifted it up, passing it over your head, finally giving Paul a view of your face.

Although Paul had acted surprised when he took your veil, your face still seemed unmoved, he got no reaction from you other than the almost imperceptible movement of your head when the veil was lifted.

Your face was a truly divine vision, the features of your face were like a painting taken from the sky, the skin as soft as the clouds and soft as the petals of the Caladan flowers he still remembered. Your hair was like a flowing river, caught in the hairstyle you wore, its vibrant and vivid color hidden behind the veil.

And your eyes, Oh your eyes.

Your eyes were lowered, but Paul could still see them, they were a mixture of your own tones that made Paul sigh in ecstasy, an explosion like the immense clouds of nebulae that roamed the universe, their beauty reflected in your irises. Your eyes, your eyes were the window to your soul, the soul that Paul Atreides lost himself in the moment he saw you.

Still mesmerized by you, Paul put two fingers to your chin and lifted your head. "Look at me." His voice came out lighter and sweeter than he had used in years. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ducan and Gurney looking at each other in confusion, but he didn't care.

You followed his order, your beautiful eyes meeting his deep blue, you stared at each other for a few seconds before his voice rang in the air again. "What is your name?" Your eyes blinked slightly before your voice, the voice he had unconsciously longed to hear, spoke.

"It's [Name], your deity."

"[Name]" he felt the name on his tongue, tickling his mind, he traced his thumb across his lips, gently parting them "Indeed, it is a very beautiful name, it suits the owner." His cheeks darkened slightly and his lips trembled, his eyes averted to the new floor, shining in subtle embarrassment.

How cute you were.

Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought.

NEXT CHAPTER

bye

[madwomansapologist]

So I saw you were asking for kyojuro requests,

what about Kyo coming home from THAT mission alive to Gn reader who hasn’t slept for days, worried that he would die like in the movie( maybe they had a nightmare of those scenes?) and that then tooth rotting fluff ensues of kyo comforting reader with hugs and snuggles and wraps them up in his haori?

one of these nights | kyojuro rengoku x hashira!reader

waiting. you fought, protected, killed, saved. for days on end, you contined with your duties as a hashira. but all it takes is one look at you to see the truth underneath it: you were waiting for him. waiting for kyojuro to come back to you. to come back at all.

cw: canon level of violence. conversations about death. demon being tortured. reader is filled with rage and violent intent. angst to fluff. happy ending. inspired by one of these nights by red velvet.

an: thanks for your request! really i just needed an excuse to write about him. kyo is such a sunshine ray, it hurts me to know he received the nanami treatment (guess i have a type). i even made a playlist for him.

Blood burned away from your lilac nichirin. Surrounded by darkness and ashes, you gazed at the head throwing offenses at you. You grabbed it by the hair, walking back to the sleeping village.

"I dreamed of him hours ago", you ignored all the whining. "He was bleeding. A hand deep into his chest, one of his eye long gone, his sword broken in two. Can you picture someone smiling in such a moment?"

"You stupid bitch! It was mine! That girl was mine! She would give me the strenght of twenty, no, fifty humans, and you took her from me! You gonna burn! You gonna die screaming and crying and begging..."

"I can", you answered your own question. "He won't die carrying grudges and regrets, no one will forget how my Kyo is sweet. Not the ones he saved, trained or had the chance of being changed by him. He deserves that. To be remembered."

Some lovers would tell you to have more faith. Hope. To accept that justice will prevail and goodness always is rewarded. Some would judge. How can you not trust Kyojuro to come back to you? How can you talk about his death? How can you love him when you act like that?

And for them, you asnwer would be: I am jealous of you. Jealous of how some have the privilege believing that poetic justice exist. Jealous of those that never noticed how easy it is to die. Jealous of the fearless.

Tonight, all you know is that you feel something wrong is about to happen. Something wrong, cruel and unnecessary. It's one of these nights you despise.

"He would've grant you a peaceful death, weak demon", you caressed his cheek. "Kyojuro would give you what he deserves, believing it must be the standart."

With a swift motion, your nail cut through his left eye. "Once he's dead, I'll turn my grief into torment and pain for your kind", one pull, and the gelatinous pieces fell on the ground. "I'll make demons dream about a world Kyojuro Rengoku survived."

Your tsuguko reached you as your fingers ripped the demon's lips appart. The wisteria you apply daily to your sharp nails was enough to make him to beg. You dropped the head on the floor.

Hands trembling, eyes wide open. You scared him. Another tsuguko that will runnaway from you. At least he lasted more than the others. "Report", you demanded.

"I attended her wounds", he started, voice oscilating. Not a man yet, not a boy anymore. He's growing stronger, faster than anyone should need to. "She insisted on cooking you dinner, Hashira."

He wasn't afraid of you. Of what he saw you doing to that demon. You chose him as your tsuguko because of how similar to you he is. He fight to protect, but he survives to punish. "Why are you so startled?"

"I saw his crow, Hashira."

Your tsuguko ran back to your mansion. The last part of his daily routine. You walked, so far behind you couldn't even see him. A distance you could cross in the blink of an eye turned into minutes of silence.

You're not ready to hear it. Not now. It's too soon. To live as a slayer is to be aware of how easily the balance between life and death can change. But Kyojuro deserves better than that.

Kyojuro deserves all the sunrises and sunsets this world can offer. He deserves sweet treats, salty soups, succulent meats. He deserves to see his father change, his brother grow, this country heals. Kyojuro deserves more than you could ever give him.

At least, if you're about to hear the news from his crow, that means you won't be the one to tell Senjuro. Cry now, you thought to yourself. Do it now so you won't do it in front of the kid.

Blinded by heavy tears, you followed the blur lights surrounding your mansion. Sanemi would've mocked your for acting so vulnerable at night. A newborn demon could end you now, and you wouldn't notice until their fangs were deep on your skin.

How didn't you noticed? If a crow was to warn you about his death, it would've fly straight to you. It wouldn't be his crow. And the path wouldn't smell like blood and sweat.

How didn't you heard as he gasped? How didn't you felt the air changing as he stormed towards you? How didn't you knew he would come back home? Come back to you.

"Why are you crying, my jewel?" Kyojuro evicted the silence following you home. His powerful voice ecchoed throught the night. His scarred hands held your face, fingers cleaning the tears. Softly, he made you look up. "Who made you cry? Tell me and I shall punish them!"

As your tears dried, you reached for him. Trembling hands raised, stopping right before you could feel his skin. Was it a dream? Did your fears came true and you finally went insane? "Kyo..."

He was there. Right in front of you. You could feel him. The scars on his hand. The warmth of his breath. The sweet aroma of orange coming from his hair. You could feel his fire. That bright soul only Kyojuro has.

And he was hurt. Wounds across his face. Blood dripping from his shoulder. He was in pain. He never went back to you like that. Looking so fragile. So vulnerable.

Your Kyojuro, your sweet Kyojuro, was hurt. More than you could ever imagine. And still, he managed to come back to you.

"You're back", you whispered. Your head was so light, no thoughts could manage to distract you from his burning eyes. "I thought... I-I had a nightmare. And the crow..."

Kyojuro sighed. His hold tighten, forehead falling into yours. Embraced by him, the rest of the world be damned. You couldn't care less about this wretched floating rock.

"Forgive me, flame of my heart", he whispered. Kyojuro whispered. That made you hold your breath, afraid of this being a product of your tired mind. "I promised to never make you cry."

You closed your eyes, hands on his broad shoulders. "I will always forgive you", you bit back the tears. "As long as you keep coming back to me."

"It was an Upper Moon."

You stumbled back. Kyojuro grabbed you, his fingers deep into the skin of your hips, haori floating between you two. "You survived a Upper Moon."

"No", Kyojuro smiled. "I killed one."

You laughed. Loudly. Until your cheek burned. You grabbed his face, pulling Kyojuro into the longest kiss you ever shared. You couldn't let him go. You would never let him go.

How you love being wrong.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you do the TADC cast x cowboy reader?

TADC cast x cowboy!reader !!

this might be the last post of tonight, my backs killing me and i wanna wake up early tomorrow since im gonna be making cinnamon rolls!

CAINE:

he would definitely copy your accent if you have one... he means nothing malicious, he just like how it sounds on you and this is how he shows that! has definitely made at least one in house adventure where you had to go like, stop a runnaway train or got a horse or whatever it is cowboys do in movies.. no thoughts only you taking off your hat and kissing him behind it... actually im thinking about this to all the characters...

POMNI:

i think she would be into it... if i had to give pomni a type i can oddly see her being into the rugged cowboy type. no i dont have any words to explain why... do not tip your hat at her and say something like "pardner" her face will immediately turn red and her eyes will do the thing where they get all huge

RAGATHA:

i said it in the post where the reader has a heavy southern accent, and i think a lot of the ideas would come up here. i think before ragatha got stuck in the digital world she grew up in a small southern town, so she probably finds comfort in your aesthetic even if she doesnt remember her past.... probably fans herself and get all red faced if you carry her during an in house adventure

JAX:

if you can lasso things hes gonna try to ask you to teach him... he totally doesnt have any.. motives... he isnt trying to learn a new skill thats going to ultimately be used to annoy the others whaaaaaat? the voices.... the voices are telling me to draw jax as a cowboy.... RAAAAAAAAAH

KINGER:

huh... a cowboy and a king getting a long... not the worst pairing but a pairing nonetheless... no thoughts, only you using your lasso to rescue kinger during an IHA... you sure as hell aint a knight, but kinger still considers one!

ZOOBLE:

still thinking about the lasoo thing but imagine trying to lasso them and the rope goes around their waist and you tug and... their head and limbs get left behind.. like i can totally see that happening and its making me laugh.. zooble would definitely be a little mad at you for a little while after that.. probably flicks your hat off your head when you two get reuinitec

GANGLE:

gangle IS the lasso/j... well you wouldnt do that to her.. now jax on the other hand.... i know i said that gangle would be the type to be into monster dating sims in the demon post, and thus would be into monsters and stuff because thats just an artist trait all artists have; i do think gangle would also be interested in cowboys... i believe in gangle having cringe fantasies in her head about how you swoon over each other with the whole western cowboy movie aesthetic!!!!!!

[frost-queen]

Mandalorian x princess reader pleasee that would be about the reading being a princess who ran away from home to avoid marriage and she meets mando and grogu?

Ohhh cute, very cute. The runnaway princess crashing with the mandalorian 🥰🥰🥰🥰 who knows he might change her mind on that marriage idea 😉😂😂😂😂

[wandasaura]

omg my runnaway reader request😩it was so perfect, i loved the angst so much! thank youuuuu!!!

(also…mommy wands nursing is hot asfffff😵‍💫has me coming unglued just thinking about it)

-👹

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ bffr i didn’t even— THAT WAS NOT THE IDEA I HAD FOR YOUR REQUEST I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE 😭 r is just a major fucking flight risk stoppp 😭 i promise your actual request will come eventually, i’m glad you liked that part though! ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[nemesyaaa]

NOOOO BUT THAT'S IT. THERE IS SO MUCH POSSIBILITIES WITH THIS AU'S. AND RAFE AS BILLY IS EVERYTHING I NEED, I'M NOT JOKING. LIKE AT FIRST, HE'S SO MEAN TO THE READER, HE WANTED NOTHING AND EXPECTED NOTHING FROM HER THAN JUST ACTING WELL IN FRONT HIS PARENTS. AND BECOME SLOWLY TO HAVE A SOFT SPOT ON HER. BC LAYLA IS SUCH A PRECIOUS GIRL THAT WILL FOLLOW HIM TO HELL ???

LIKE DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THEY WERE IN THE BATHROOM AND HE SAID " I DONT TAKE BACK WITJ ANYONE" AND SHE SAID " YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE BOY IN A BATH" 😭😭 SHE'S JUST SO SWEET

I FEAR RAFE AS BILLY IS MY DEATH. I NEED THIS AU'S SO BAD. BEING THE MISSING GIRL THAT LITERALLY WANT TO RUNNAWAY WITH THE KILLER 🥺🥺 BUT AT THE SAME TIME, RAFE CARED FOR HIS SUGAR DOLL, HE WILL NEVER HURT HER (I MEAN FORGET THE KIDNAPPING PART) BUT WILL ACT AS FIRST AS A FATHER FIGURE BEING IN CHARGE OF HER DISCIPLINE. BUT TIME AFTER TIME, WILL BE MORE LIKE A REAL DADDY

I CAN TALK TO THIS FOR HOURS AND HOURS

LAYLA IS MY BBE FRRRR

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader. moodboard & aesthetic only ! (not a fic please !)

you were a young doll stucked in your baby blues shades world, who was born to fall into old men traps. and this one was an old serial killer who made you a missing girl in your small town.

you adored him like he was the only god in the world. and you even started to believe that when he kidnapped you it was not a crime but intimacy.

you were a young crybaby, a babydoll full of tears, with a sweet white and blue soul, pure as heaven, and soft as clouds. you wanted nothing more than to be the wife of the old daddy with dirty bloody hands that can kill for you, but never hurts you.

“ i just wanted you to know that i think you're the sweetest guy in the world. and the most handsome. i love you. ”

you were to him the innocence he never had, the peace he wanted to hold forever. you were his little girl.

“ i will be very sad if you don't come back. just tell me, don't lie to me.”

“ you adore me, you love me, you cherish me, jesus christ you can't live without me”

“ i'm gonna step out of the car for one minute. one minute, i'm gonna step out. put your hands on the dashboard like that. hold 'em like that. don't let me see you move them one finger, not one finger move, not one twitch of a move or i'll come back and choke you to death. i swear to god, don't move, little girl. i can put a gun on your angel face, and blood on your pretty tears. ”

“ do you still think i'm the sweetest guy in the world ?" " yes, always. can i hug you now ?"

tadouuum !!! hbddd @bunnyrafe <333 (i'm 'ot so so proud of it but wish you like it) + @fae-of-prey thx to make me think of it

[chibichibisha]

THAT’S SO DAMN SWEET! And I’ve been reading too many reader scenarios if I thought relationships are so fluffy- nah, they’re a lot more complex lmao. Anyways, are there any songs that suit their relationship? And y’know the song Queen Of Hearts by Royal Scandal? Imagine if one of them sang it to the other AUNSBGUSBGUG- -ShipAnon

I ACTUALLY HAVE SONGS. You are really feeding me well here and make me think a lot about them. I love my other twst oc/canon ships as well, but RossAce have a thing there that has to do with tension and let themselves be more real with the other than what they want to actually show and I think it's so good.

Queen Of Hearts by Royal Scandal: YES I HAVE THIS IN MY PLAYLIST INDEED. I think it has their vibe somehow, a bit of seduction and actually devotion but in a twisted way.

Envy Baby by Kanaria: This is RossAce. Simply as that. The lyrics refer to them and their complicated romantic relationship, since at first it's physical attraction, so there's a possibility that everything between them ends being a mistake or a lie, because they are not honest and the question is left unresolved for quite time.

Poker Face by YusaP: Has the same vibe as Envy baby, but this is RossAce relationship as a poker game, and the first one to win is the one that wins over the other. RossAce has the card game and card tricks aesthetic I think haha.

Otome Dissection by DECO*27: This is most Ross in the most complicated part of the relationship, when he catches feelings and he doesn't know what do to with them or believes Ace does not reciprocates them deep down.

Darling by Maretu: I think the lyrics are more Ace about Ross, his dishonest self always insinuating things or infuariating Ace, but being hooked in the romance anyway.

Runaway Baby and Finesse by Bruno Mars: Because since Ross and Ace are really similar to me, both fit Bruno Mars songs a lot. Runnaway Baby is for Ross and Finesse is for Ace but both at both tbh, I find a lot about them on those while they flirt/tease the other.

[ecfandom]

Hey I'm the anon who wanted to try and write fics. I hope I'm not bothering you but I wanted to ask you advice on how to start a fic. How do you think I should approach that? I usually try to start it with an action, like "She heard some footsteps and did something" but I'm not sure it's working the way I want it to haha. Do you have any tips?

You’re not bothering me at all! 

I’ll go more into depth in a second, but first and foremost, the number one thing I can tell you is to just start. Just get anything down that allows you a way into the story. It can be clunky and awful and not at all a good hook, but as long as it gets you in, that’s all you need. Once you’re in, you’ll start to figure out what kind of voice you’re using, what kind of POV you’re writing from, etc. Once you’ve got a good grasp of that, you’ll have a better idea as to how you want to start. Keep in mind, that I often go back and tweak my beginnings even after my story is published. They can be malleable. 

Starting with action can often be a good start, but there are many other ways that can be just as good--it just all depends on the style of your story. Let’s workshop it a little--take some of these beginnings from popular fics for example: 

PART ONE

1. @chrmdpoet​‘s this heart, fossilized and silent

Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.

This is a great beginning. From the first sentence, we’re drawn in because we want to know A. Why is she a runnaway? and B. What exactly did she not think through/how is that manefesting? 

Chrmd goes on to explain even further A. Where our protag had been been (Camp Jaha), B. Where our protag is going (away from Camp Jaha) C. How far into this we are (three days) and D. How’s our protag is doing (limited ammo, guilt, lacking food, water, etc.) 

Immediately we are given past, present and a possible future. We know that something is eating away at our protagonist, and we know that she is reaching some kind of turning/breaking point. As a reader, we now have some level of curiosity and expectation. We want to know why she walked away, why she’s guilty, and how she’s going to make it through this tough spot she’s in. So that’s one way to start--to introduce where your character has been and where they’re going. 

2. thefooliam’s She

It’s her own fault, really.

They sent her the reminder emails and all her friends told her that she had to hurry but, for some reason, she thought she’d be okay.

But here she is, on the first day of semester, not entirely sure where the hell she’ll be living for the next year.

So here, we’ve got a similar set up, but a totally different tone. From the first sentence, we’re introduced to some kind of problem that draws the reader in. What’s her own fault? And why is it her fault? Now we’re connected and we want to know more. 

Next, we get a little bit more information. There are reminder emails involved, and friends, yet for some reason, our protagonist has ignored these things. We still want to know what it is that she’s ignored. Why she’s ignored it, and we now know maybe a little bit more about our lead. She’s stubborn, maybe. Or just forgetful. She’s got friends who care about her or are at least involved in her life. 

And finally, we get the answer and a setting. It’s a college AU, our protagonist fucked up her living situation, and now she’s stuck. But it doesn’t end there. The beauty of this intro is that even after our questions are answered, there’s another one that’s introduced -- now what is she going to do for her living situation-- that leads us into the rest of the story. We now want to know what’s going to happen to this protag. 

The tone is worth mentioning. It’s much more personal, more quippy than the first exampled. It sounds like the voice of a college student, one that is fed up and unsure. We see a curse word used, and some other more casual language (”it’s her own fault, really”). This is what I mean by letting yourself get into your story so that it can inform you what style and voice you want your beginning to be in. These two examples are very similar structure wise, but the voice is very different and respectively appropriate for their stories. 

3. @blindwire‘s Mystic Coffee 

“You have to stop staring.”

Lexa pulls the shot of espresso with practiced ease, her hands going through the motions without conscious thought. “I’m not staring.” She feels a blush rise to her cheeks regardless.

So this one’s a little different from the other too. We get a lot less information, but we still get plenty to be drawn in. We immediately have two things to play with in this intro. We want to know why our protag is staring and what she’s staring at. That alone is enough to get the reader to read another sentence, another paragraph, which should be the main point of your intro. 

Next, the reader is rewarded for reading further by getting a little bit more intro. We have a name (Lexa) and in the fanfic world where you have set charachters you know you’re going to be experiencing, this is really useful. We immediately have a visual and at least some vague idea of who this person is. And then further, we know that she’s a barista, and that she’s been doing it for a while. We also now know that whatever Lexa the barista is staring at, it’s embarrassment inducing. She blushes, which tells us a lot about how she’s feeling.  

Lastly, this intro is also very stylized. It’s start with strong dialogue that immediately pulls us in. We’re not sure whether the dialogue is meant to be funny, stern, or reprimanding, but it’s enticing none the less. With Lexa’s response, we learn that the first speaker is probably she’s someone comfortable with. Probably a friend. And if a friend is telling her to stop staring, and Lexa is denying it with a blush, we probably can conclude that the tone is somewhat playful. And boom, you’ve got a voice and a tone. 

So, to recap, there’s a few really important things you want to establish with your intro whether it’s two sentences or 8 (try not to exceed 8 in one intro paragraph. If you have more, chances are you’re telling and not showing, and that’s usually boring):

1. Who is your protagonist

2. What is she doing/where is she at the moment

3. Where is she going

Keep in mind that the “what is she doing” and “where is she going” do not necessarily have to be movement verbs. What she is doing can simply be a state of being or even a location. Where is she going, can be the problem. You can replace “she” with the general idea of your plot, and answer the same questions. You don’t always have to start with a charachters. In fact, if you take a look at a lot of @coeurdastronaute‘s beginnings, they are often establishing a setting, and they are done very well. 

PART TWO: 

But here’s the rub. When answering these questions, you want to avoid the dreaded “Exposition Dumptruck” as coined by Ellen Sandler’s in her awesome book, “The TV Writer’s Handbook.” 

I absolutely hate the exposition dumptruck and it is so, so easy to fall into. This most often is seen in too much “telling.” I’m not going to link any examples from Clexa writers, for obvious reasons (everyone’s learning and enjoying their craft and that’s ultimately what’s important), but here are some things to watch out for. 

-Telling me who the protag is, where she is, where she’s been, and where she’s going all at once in explicit words. I.E: 

“Clarke Griffin is a junior in high school at Polis High having just transferred from Arkadia. She’s not fitting in well, which is tough for her because she was popular at her old school. She was a cheerleader, had a hot boyfriend, and now she’s just the new kid in a sea of cheerleader-types and their hot boyfriend. She doesn’t know how she’s going to make it through the year. And to make matters worse, she’s walking down the hall when she’s run into and a girl spills coffee all over her. 

Now, keep in mind. This isn’t at all terrible. If this sounds like some of your beginnings, that’s okay! It tells us what we need to know and who we’re working with. But, it can use some polishing to make it even more interesting, and give us that hook that readers are looking for. We can still tell the same story, but we can tighten it up a little bit. 

Something similar, that’s a little stronger might be something like this: 

“There are queen bees, and there are worker bees, and Clarke Griffin is most definitely not a worker bee. But try telling that to Polis High, her godforsaken new school. 

She was an It girl. Hell, she was THE It girl.

For a moment, as she stands there covered in coffee and stared down by too much eyeliner and a scowl, she contemplates pinching herself. Fingers to skin, squeezing, shit you not pinching herself. Because this has got to be some kind of sick dream. But before she can, the bell goes off and the eyeliner wearing, scowl sporting senior mutters a sorry and shoves past her. 

And now she’s just the late girl. Fuck. 

It’s not perfect, but it’s something I could come up with in about five minutes, and you can too. And once you’re in, you can come back later and tweak it if you want. 

That’s my two cents for now. Hope it helps!

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her new obsession | claire debella x fem!reader

it was supposed to be the greatest point of your career. who could imagine getting drunk at washington would change everything.

cw: yandere shit because i know my giiiirrrl! dub-con. blackmail. difficult workplace.

an: that's my birthday gift for my amazing friend @harknessshi! baby, i love ya! you deserve only the best in the world, and i'm so lucky for knowing you! happy birthday!

When you were invited to join the campaign team of Claire Debella, you didn't hesitate!

Claire had an amazing career as a politician. The sort of person who was always at the right place, at the right time. To work with the team that build her (because you know for sure she wasn't just lucky), was a perfect opportunity to test yourself.

She could give you something no influencers blinded by the public's attention or artists with a tendency to yell could: by the end of the campaign, you would receive a pragmatic answer to your efforts. If she's elected again, you did it. If not, then you need to get better.

Either way, that's the sort of oportunity you hold with all you can.

It was a long trip to Washington, your failed attempt of organizing your things at your new house was even longer. By the end of the night, you were barely able to make your room somewhat useful.

You don't know what made you go to a bar in a city you didn't new. Probably it was the excitement. A bit of anxiety, a bit of fear, a bit of hope. Most of the things that happened that night now are just flashes of memories on your mind.

You woke up on a hotel with a woman lying naked besides you. Trying to ignore the pain, you put on your clothes and babbled some sort of apology as you runnaway to your home. It was early in the morning, so you could still take a bath before heading to your work.

Part of you should knew your luck was bad enough so the woman you fucked turned out to be your boss. And now even that part aware of the ironies of your life could never imagine she would get obsessed with you.

At first it was just embarrassing, but she was professional. At least now you knew she was a cheater and could prepare the PR team in case some of her affairs decided to chat with a journalist. Trying to see the brighter side, you blinded yourself to who Claire really was.

Claire couldn't just ignore you. Oh, sweet you. There was something about you, a light she couldn't really understand. There wasn't a room you could enter where people wouldn't look at you. From the way you moved to the words you used, everything seemed so perfect.

It was difficult to ignore your beauty. The way your clothes fit you so well. How your perfumed lingered on her office. Your nails painted with her favorite color. Your hair, so soft.

You were difficult. Nothing she did made you go back to being that drunk young girl she meet on a bar. But she knew that girl was there. She just needed to bring her back.

And when she did it, Claire was prepared. Of course her office had cameras. Of course her webcam was on. Of course her phone was recording. Could you really blame her? To record you on your most natural state was a duty.

And she could use it against you in case you tried to runnaway from her again.

You're hers already. You just need to understand that.

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meant to be | shan yu

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synopsis: Shan Yu told you China would be your dowry. He's a honoured man, despite everything.

warnings: fluff. marriage cerimony (made my best to be historicaly correct). murder couple. age gap. kidnapping. yandere!shan yu (or as i prefer to word it: malewife!shan yu). smut. a lot of teasing. switch!reader. praise kink. dumbification. creampie. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

The warm breeze ruffled your combed hair. You couldn't care less. There are more important things. Like the sunrise, so warm and invigorating. Or the distant mountains, protecting the city. The lights coming from the houses bellow you.

The world is still so beautiful. All of this seen from the palace, in the highest room, in safety. This view alone made the entire journey worth it.

Your mom pulled you away from the balcony, sitting you down on the bed and trying to rearrange your hair. A red veil was placed over your head, probably in an attempt to get you to sit down and stay still for once.

You weren't expecting for Shan Yu to be so... attached to traditions. They aren't even his. You thought once China was conquered, the only thing he would care about would be his coronation. Not a wedding.

"I just don't see the need of it," you said to Shan Yu. "We're travelling, living together, for so long. Don't you think a cerimony seems... a bit tardy?"

Shan Yu's gaze always revealed more than the words coming out of his mouth. And the certainty hidden in the golden eyes said more than he needed.

He held your hands, taking the last step that separated his body from yours. Shan Yu brushed your hair away from your face, stroking your bloody skin. "You are my greatest pride, Moon," Shan Yu smiled. "Nothing will ever stop me from showing this to the world."

With the world burning around you, Shan Yu knelt down. "Will you marry me?" He kissed your knuckles covered in the blood of your enemies. "Will you give me your heart?"

He did his best to be perfect. Just like in your dreams, Shan Yu explained to you.

Your family was picked up, the trip quicker due to the victory, and the engagement letter was delivered as soon as you were reunited. They feared for you, searched for the truth hidden in between your words, but after a while you made them understand. He's a good man, you swore. It doesn't seem like it, but he's good to me.

You assumed the dowry would be, well, China, but Shan Yu wasn't content. How he discovered that geese were signs of unwavering love you still don't know, but he did. So many flowers, symbols of luck and prosperity.

Shan Yu was clealy trying to make up for the first impression he made on your parents.

The wedding gifts arrived the same day. Silver, jewelry, exotic foods. The separate floor for your parents seemed more like a hideout of treasures than a place to sleep.

They accepted the gifts. You're not sure they could do anything more than that, but it still meant a lot for the both of you.

"You can change your mind, cub," your mom sat beside you. "I've told you before. Your father and I may look old, but we still have energy. One word, and we're ready to runnaway with you."

You let your head fall on her shoulder, enjoying her warmth. You missed her so much. "Thank you," you whispered. "But I am sure of this. I don't think I have ever been so sure of anything in my entire life."

The silence was quite comforting, but you were glad when she opened her mouth. "So you think we look old?"

Laughing, you looked at her. Throught the red veil, you could still see the face of the woman you love the most in the whole word. "You are beautiful," it was nothing but the truth. "Mom, do you still love me?"

She held you by your shoulders, so tight you could feel it on your bones. "Always," she said. "Are you ready?"

You were.

"Perfume," she remind you. Holding the doorknob, you looked back. She opened some drawers, and took a frask out of it. You let her spray it on you. "Lotus flowers. So you can give me pretty grandchildren."

"Mom!" You practically ran from the room, going down the stairs. "I prefer when you hated him!"

You bumped into your father, who held you carefully. Your mother reached you, leaning on him for support. “Now all you have to do is wait,” he informed you. Approaching, with a smirk on his face, he whispered. "Or run away."

They really are soulmates. "Go on," you told them. "I will wait."

They walked away, heading down the stairs to the ceremonial hall, and you took a deep breath. There was no reason to be nervous, but that didn't convince your mind. Admiring the paintings from past dynasties, sad to see how such beautiful works are hidden in an isolated buildings, you heard his steps.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You asked, glaring at the painting.

Shan Yu offered you his arm. "Incomparable," he smiled, looking at you.

You breathed deep. After a last glance, you accept his touch. "You won't believe what my mom told me."

"Nothing worse than what your father told me, I assume."

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The warm breeze caressed your skin, your fingers focused on removing the pendants from your hair. In your chambers, the party was far below in the palace. Shan Yu locked the door, and watched you undo each braid.

"You're happy," he said.

You looked at Shan Yu, and stretched your arm towards him. He got closer, stroking your skin, and stood before you. "And so are you."

"And now?" You allowed him to help you. "China. Our marriage. What comes next?"

Shan Yu stroked your loose hair. "Tomorrow we rule," he said. "Tonight we celebrate."

You stood up, your fingers undoing the knots in your clothes. “We did it all wrong,” you let the fabric fall down your body. You crawled onto the bed, looking at him.

Shan Yu admired you. He looked at you the same way you looked at each of the paintings in this palace. "We did?" He asked, voice hoarse, unable to care about anything other than you.

“I was supposed to be a virgin,” you said. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you slowly spread your legs. His gaze was no different from that of a wild animal. "The veil. The letters you wrote to my parents. The wedding night. I was supposed to be a virgin but you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He took off his ceremonial attire, being reciprocal to your show. "I prefer it this way," he ignored your teasing. Shan Yu held your ankles, stroking the warm skin and pulling you as he placed one of his knees on the bed. "You're comfortable. Excited. Shameless."

Shan Yu was ready to dive into you, but you were faster. You pulled his arm, knocking him onto the bed. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as you sat on his lap.

“I thought you liked that,” you placed Shan Yu’s hands on your waist. "You seemed to enjoy all of our private lessons. I tried so hard to learn."

Shan Yu moved to lay you down onto the bed, but you stopped him by rubbing your sex against his hardening member beneath you. You forced him down, hands wandering through his chest.

"You little devilish thing," he groaned. "You never cease to amuse me, don't you?"

You scratched his arms, focused on the movements of your hips. "Oh, but that's why you fell in love with me," you whispered against his ear. "You never know what to expect."

He throbed against you. Smirking, you teased him more. "See?" Biting his earlobe, you felt his nails dig into your skin. "I bet I could do anything to you."

You stood up, admiring how the yellow eyes followed your movements. Rubbing your breasts against Shan Yu's torso, you kissed him.

Celebrate, he told you.

Still kissing him, you grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your clit. Before he could react, you let it slide inside you. With his cock deep within your pussy, you rode him.

Mesmerized, Shan Yu could only watch the way your body moved. How perfect you were. Made to break him in pieces and put him back together.

"You fuck me so good," you moaned, looking into his eyes. Walls clenching tighter around his cock, buried deep within you. "Hm, fuck... My emperor is so good for me."

Something imploded inside Shan Yu.

He grabbed your neck, throwing you onto the bed, still inside you. Shan Yu moved you effortlessly, as if you were as light as a feather. Your legs on his shoulder, his hand holding your neck as if you would've run away from him, his teeth deep into your skin.

"Say it again," Shan Yu growled.

"My emperor," you cried. "You make me feel so whole. F-fuck, you can do anything you want to me."

Shan Yu fucked you like a senseless animal. Like a brutal beast. Like something made for him to devour, to taste and savor until he got tired. A pretty doll for him to break and put together how many he wanted.

You never felt so desired.

You pulled him into a kiss, your lips barely able to behaving as they should've. Close to him, closer than anyone else has ever been, you felt as his thrusts find the right place to beat.

"Mine," was the only thing you were able to understand from his words. "I will never let you go," he squeezed your neck, getting a whimper from you. "You're mine."

Your mouth contorted into a smile. "I don't want to go," you pulled his hair. "I'm yours. Only yours."

And so Shan Yu filled you, teeth deep into your skin. He didn't stop. He continued moving hard, his thumb circling your clit, until you melted into his fingers.

"My emperor," you whispered against his mouth.

Shan Yu smiled, his teeth sinking into your lips. "My empress."

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