#send prompts if you want i will be watching a film with my family and continuing to drink. if i see a prompt meme on the dash i will rb

[amirasainz]

omgg!! could you write baby!sainz going to the met gala and the grid watching the livestream of her walking the carpet 🤍

Omg, I love this story. I'm a huge fan of the Met Gala and Vogue. I hope you enjoy reading and don't forget to send some requests. -XoXo

The Met Gala

Amira’s excitement was palpable. The Met Gala—an event she had always dreamed of attending—was finally within her grasp. As a child, she would secretly stay up late with her Abuela to watch the glamorous affair, hidden from her parents’ knowledge.

When the coveted invitation arrived, Amira couldn’t contain herself. She let out a joyous scream, prompting Carlos Sr. and Jr. to rush upstairs in alarm. “Mijha, what happened?” her father asked frantically. “Papá, Papá! Look! I got invited to the Met Gala!” she exclaimed, her happiness overflowing.

Carlos Sr. breathed a sigh of relief before pulling her into a tight hug. After celebrating with her father and her brother Carlos, Amira wasted no time in sharing the news with her mother and sister. The house echoed with even more screams of excitement, and the two Sainz men exchanged knowing glances. It was a moment Amira would cherish forever—a dream come true at last.

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Amira’s long-awaited day had finally arrived. Unfortunately, her family couldn’t be there with her; they were in Spain. Her brother and friends were all in Miami. However, Carlos had promised that they would watch her, which eased her mind.

At 5 p.m., she prepared with her team. Ryan, her makeup stylist, was one of the best in the business. Shanaya, her hair stylist and close friend, was always her go-to for events. As expected, they did an amazing job.

Her dress, a stunning blend of white and blue, was a creation by Dior. It reminded her of the waves in Spain on a windy day—comfortable yet elegant, making her look like a Spanish princess.

“Nervous?” she asked her two friends as she examined herself in the mirror. “Amira, you look—” Ryan began, but Shanaya playfully interrupted, “Perfekt!” Ryan added, “Now, vamos! You want to be fashionably late, not annoyingly late.” Their banter made Amira laugh.

Stepping out of the car, the flashbulbs went wild. Amira tried to maintain her poker face, but when Kim Kardashian and Lana Del Rey greeted her so sweetly, she couldn’t help but grin. They all sat at the same table, and that day marked the beginning of new friendships.

Photographers clamored for her attention, capturing her ethereal presence. With a lovely smile, she waved at one of the broadcast cameras, ready to embrace the magic of the Met Gala.

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“There she is! Oh, look at her!” exclaimed an excited George. The drivers gathered in Max’s room, surrounded by snacks. They had banned their girlfriends from entering—knowing that chaos would ensue. For the past hour, they’d been scrutinizing every look, but none of them quite matched Amira’s.

“My God,” whispered a starstruck Oscar. Lando sat silently next to Carlos, unable to put his feelings into words. Carlos himself felt tears welling up, his little sister looked stunning. He couldn’t have been prouder.

Charles and Pierre exchanged excited whispers in French. “Regarde ça, calamar,” Pierre said. “Je sais. Elle est vraiment la plus belle fille du monde,” Charles replied. Pierre teased, “Ne laisse pas Alex entendre ça.” Charles chuckled, “Alex serait d’accord avec moi.” Then he added playfully, “Comme si Kika et toi ne pensiez pas la même chose.” The best friends burst into laughter.

Max was on the phone with Kelly, passionately maxplaining Amira’s perfect look. Daniel busily snapped pictures of her. Even Yuki stopped eating, captivated by her presence. The camera stayed focused on Amira throughout. When it was time to film another celebrity, chaos erupted in the room—they all wanted to see their Amira.

The next day, it came as no surprise that all the Formula 1 drivers bought fashion magazines featuring Amira Sainz. She had left an indelible mark on the Met Gala, and her star continued to rise.

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Bonus (+) Amira sat at the table, flanked by her newfound friends Kim and Lana. The Met Gala buzzed around them, a whirlwind of glamour and excitement. Suddenly, someone’s hands covered her eyes, and she instinctively turned around. There stood Lewis, a smile playing on his lips.

“Lew-Lew!” she exclaimed, her joy evident. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Hi, pretty girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I didn’t know you were here.” Lewis’s possessive arm encircled her waist as he settled into the seat next to her.

The star-studded night continued, and Amira found herself surrounded by both old and new friends. And Lewis? He didn't leave her side the whole night.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Halloween/Autumn Prompt List

Hi!!! Welcome to my mish mash of a writing prompt list!! 

NONE OF THESE PROMPTS ARE MINE!!! I took my favorites from other lists and compiled them all together. 

Feel free to request for whoever and feel free to add a plot or just send a name and a prompt!! Happy fall yall!! 

dialogue!! 

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”

“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”

“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”

“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”

“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”

“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”

“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”

“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”

“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”

“Carving pumpkins is a lot harder than it looks.” 

“The Frankenstein movie is an absolute insult to Mary Shelley’s novel! I can’t believe you would suggest we watch it!”

“I spent over an hour raking up all those leaves. If you jump in that pile, you’re dead to me.”

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you want to come up with a Halloween prank that will actually scare me.”

“You haven’t really lived if you’ve never camped out in a graveyard on Halloween night.”

“It’s alright. It’s just another power outage.”

“Wait, you seriously don’t like pumpkin pie?”

“I love moments like this. Just curled up by the fire, listening to the rain.”

“The only thing I plan on doing this season is reading through the complete collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s works.”

"what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"

"i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

"ah, you've made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples/family costume that you get any kind of say in it. you don't, actually.”

"i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."

"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

"come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now."

Scenarios 

Tailgating at football game

Baking a pumpkin pie

Visiting an apple orchard

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Carving a pumpkin

Making caramel apples

Bonfire

Corn Maze

Decorating for Halloween

Costume shopping

Buying couple costumes

Baking Halloween cookies

Haunted house

Watching a scary movie

Halloween photoshoot

Setting up a haunted house

Masquerade ball

Going trick-or-treating

Handing out candy

Telling scary stories

Halloween/Murder Mystery Party

comforting the scaredy cat amongst them

laying wide awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved

Cuddling under a blanket 

Lazy days in 

Flannel shirts 

Cold hands 

Steaming mugs 

Bear hugs 

Pillow forts 

Thunderstorms 

Sharing blankets 

Log cabin 

Mischief Night 

[fionajames]

hi! may i request a short fluff fic of the bad batch, with the prompt of "watching movies late at night?"

holofilms

A/N: HIYA!!!!!!!! Sorry this is so short!!!!! Tysm for the request tho, I'm really happy you sent it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please send requests (there is a new prompt list in my pinned post)!!!!!! Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!

Every night was holofilm night with the Bad Batch, their little family cuddled up together on the floor with bean bags, blankets and cushions.

Omega and Wrecker managed to get their hands on some treats that would be stocked in the cupboard, distributed over several days.

Tech and Crosshair were bickering over the holofilm yet again, Tech wanting to watch some history documentary and Crosshair who wanted to watch action films. He enjoyed making snarky remarks about bad shots.

And as usual, Echo turned to Omega and asked what she wanted to watch Hunter agreeing with him as always. Wrecker was also on their side, but only cheered when Omega chose something violent or fast-paced - which was most of the time. Tonight, Omega chose a silly film with humans and ‘dinosaurs’, whatever those were.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Omega got her film of choice, Wrecker got his violence, Crosshair got his action, Tech got to look at the strange creatures,  Echo got what Omega wanted, and Hunter didn’t care what film they watched, as long as his family was happy.

The film was extremely confusing and yet exciting at the same time. Embarrassingly, Wrecker got jumpscared by every little thing. Crosshair almost cried at some of the action scenes and the little realisticness they held. Tech was fascinated by every single little thing. Echo, Omega and Hunter spent the whole time laughing at Wrecker’s obnoxious screaming.

They watched another film after that, some kids’ thing with puppets and weird voices. Wrecker laughed too hard and had a coughing fit, in which many tears were shed.

Later that night when they were finally sent to bed, Hunter found himself tucking Omega in. As he did, she tapped his shoulder.

“Hunter?”

“Yes?” He replied gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed lightly.

“Can we always do this?” She asked. “I don’t want us to ever change.”

Hunter smiled sadly, moving to ruffle her hair. “I’ll try my best to make sure we can.”

She smiled widely, closing her eyes and sighing contently.

“Goodnight, Hunter.”

“Goodnight, Omega.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!1 Please send requests!!!!!!!!

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902)

[mybrokenveins3000]

Fluffy Moments with College!Ross Macdonald

My writer brain is not in the mood to go all in on something longer (even though everything I write is less than 2k words but ANYWAYS), here are a few college!au soft Ross moments (?) ideas (?) prompts (?), enjoy + lmk if u want a longer fic about any of these <3

Late nights at the library // studying and writing essays next to each other. His hand slipping into yours every now and then. Him watching you all tired eyed and concentrated, thinking you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on.

Watching him practice with the band // it's your turn to watch HIM all concentrated and in the zone, how the music moves him and makes him feel. Helping out with any input on songs. Him teaching you how to play bass when the others go for a smoke break.

He would definitely make you playlists. You would definitely listen to them whilst you make your way around campus. And you'd definitely listen to one of them when you :

Bump into each other on campus // in the early days, walking to your lecture and physically bumping into him. Both of blushing and apologising in embarrassment, hearts about to burst. Wishing you could bail and hang out with each other instead. Looking back at each other as you walk away.

He would definitely send you random messages on your student email, making you smile in the middle of lectures and seminars

OHMYGOD, as a History student, he would definitely send you passages from articles he's reading about love stories of the past and be like "us"

Doing your shopping together!! // so domestic, so therapeutic. Maybe it's late at night, you're not afraid to laugh loud in the aisles. You're sitting in the shopping trolley and he buries you in groceries :,) He pays for everything as well because he's an out-fashioned gentleman like that.

He would definitely go to concerts or club nights with you — you on his shoulders so you can see better, him dancing and singing with you, mirroring your enthusiasm and excitement.

Going home with each other during the holidays!! // meeting each others families, him charming your parents, them loving him!! Walks around your hometowns, telling each other stories "that bench is where I had my first kiss" "this was were me and the boys had our first gig", learning more about each other, reminiscing on past versions of each other.

(I'm going to make myself cry but) GIVING EACH OTHER BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS 💔💔 Imagine his favourite books, all annotated and battered from years of love, on your bedside table. Yours on his :,)

Watching your favourite films together on a laptop, snuggled up together in bed.

First time sleeping round his // maybe this is after Drunk Call. This time you're both tipsy in his room, it's too late and you're too fucked up to go home, so you sleep in his bed with him. Other than kissing, I don't think anything happens. You talk in the dark, laughing loud until you fall asleep in his arms.

You'd definitely have this kinda moment at parties and socials : (quote from film, Frances Ha) "It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about."

Eventually, graduation // him (as well as the rest of the band) cheering the loudest for you. You two being so proud of each other, remembering all the stressed out late nights studying. Mingling with each others' loved ones, their shared pride for the both of you.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Spardatober Event

Rainbow Dragon is back and I'm bringing a new event based on my favorite season of the year! Send me asks with one of these, ideally one that contains all three types, and I'll bake you an ooky-spooky ficlet with any character from Devil May Cry.

I'm can't wait for your messages💕

🎃Dialogue🎃

"what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"

"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

“You’ve got leaves in your hair.”

“What are you reading?”

"Here, take my sweater/jacket/coat."

"Your hands are cold."

"Are you scared?"

"You look cold, do you want a hug?"

"I bet you can't catch a leaf."

"You're soaked through!"

"Pumpkin spiced latte, please."

"You think anyone's ever died here?"

"It's sweater season!"

👻Actions/Scenarios👻

carving pumpkins together

baking halloween sweets

going to questionable lengths to decorate their house/apartment

throwing a halloween party

comforting the scaredy cat amongst them

putting an inordinate amount of effort into planning their costume

going to a pumpkin patch

exploring a graveyard

blackberry picking

wearing someone else's clothes

trick-or-treating

apple picking

watching scary movies

🕸️Prompts🕸️

Baking

Local bakery

Black cat

Thunderstorm

Big family dinner

Coffee date

Back to school/university

Fall-mark AU

Cabin retreat

Pumpkins

Warmth

Crunching leaves

Carnival

Halloween party

[love3velyn]

Spring Reset 🌷💌🌿🧸

Hello everyone! The past few months have been difficult since I moved to university. I've been feeling so run down and not myself recently but spring is a time for new beginnings! I'm back home for the easter holidays so I'm looking forward to spending the next few weeks relaxing and taking things slowly. I wanted to share a few ways I plan to spend some time on myself and reset for spring!

Spend time in nature

Spring is such a beautiful time, with daffodils appearing and trees blossoming. With the weather warming up it is the perfect time to take a gentle walk or ride your bike. Even spending time in a park or your garden can make all the difference on your mood.

Reading

I find getting involved in a story is such a lovely way to unwind from daily stresses. Recently I've been reading the Once Upon a Broken Heart series and I've been loving it so far! I also enjoy reading self-help books to get out of a rut and feel motivated again. Atomic Habits has been my current read and it's helping me plan new routines.

Set/check in on goals

Take this time off to reflect on how the year has been going so far, have you been keeping up with your New Year's resolutions? if not don't worry it's the perfect time to set new goals. It's never too late! Taking time out to slow down and reflect can be so helpful to realign yourself with who you want to be. I like journaling prompts and watching goal-setting videos on YouTube to help guide and motivate me!

Create a vision board

Following on from the last suggestion, creating a vision board is a lovely way to check your goals and create a vision of your dream life. I think it's such a fun and creative way to motivate yourself! I like to use Canva and Pinterest for my vision boards and I will look for quotes or pictures that I feel represent how I want my year to go. I find being very intentional about what you include makes them more meaningful. This year I am trying to make one for each season.

Plan quality time with family and friends

Since moving to university I have treasured time with my friends and family even more. This easter I am making time for my loved ones and catching up with old friends. Some of my favourite plans are watching a film/series together, playing board games or going on a walk. Taking time away from screens to properly catch up can be so important to show how much you care. If you are far away from friends or family arranging a call, sending a letter or playing a game online can be just as thoughtful! I would recommend Stardew Valley to anyone looking for a cosy spring game to play with friends.

Re-arrange/ decorate your room

A spring clean can be a lovely way to refresh your environment and feel motivated again. Life can be so busy that we forget to take care of our environment too. Taking out some time to declutter or rearrange your space can be so nice and give a new sense of energy to your room without having to spend lots of money.

Reset my sleep routine

I have some bad sleeping habits I've picked up over the school year so each night I am gradually pushing forward when I go to sleep and when I wake up by half an hour to gently get back to sleeping at a reasonable time.

Take time for yourself

It's important to remember that a holiday is there for a reason! It is so important to have time to relax and do whatever you enjoy, whether having a lay-in, a movie night or playing video games! Not everything you do needs to be productive and having downtime can bring so many benefits like reducing stress and making you more productive when you start working again.

I hope this post could give you some ideas for your own spring reset and I hope you have a lovely easter!

Love, Evelyn x

[skyward-floored]

I come bearing HUGS ❤️❤️❤️

And also a prompt for the incredibles au. How about family movie night? I’m interested to see how that goes with a family of supers lol

Ah hugs! Thank you very much :] And thanks for the prompt too, it ended up kinda silly but it was fun to write hah.

Hope you like it!

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“Warriors can you put more ice in my soda? But uh, try not to freeze it?”

“Look you said you wanted it cold—”

“Sky move, I can’t see.”

“Make Four sit in the front, we can see over him easy!”

“Ha ha, never heard that one before— oh, it’s starting.”

“Wild! Wild hurry! It’s starting!”

At Wind’s shout Wild zipped into the living with a huge bowl of popcorn in his arms, jamming himself onto the couch in between Twilight and Hyrule, despite how there really wasn’t room for him along with Legend and Wind also crammed in on the piece of furniture.

“Wild there’s like four other chairs in here, move,” Legend growled as Wind leaned over him to grab some popcorn. “Go sit next to Sky, I can barely breathe.”

“But this is my spot,” Wild huffed, and pointedly squished himself in even tighter.

“It is not, Twi tell him—”

“Guys shh, it’s starting,” Four hissed from his spot, and Legend glared before pointedly stealing the bowl of popcorn from Wild’s arms.

“Hey!”

Wild lunged over Hyrule and grabbed for the bowl, until Twilight took it and held it out of reach of both of them, giving them each a glare.

“Guys knock it off, or Sky and Warriors’ll just send us all to bed early and we won’t get to watch anything,” Twilight said pointedly, and the two stopped struggling.

“We will, it’s true,” Warriors commented helpfully, and Legend threw some popcorn at him.

Wild snatched some out of the air as it flew by, but still refused to budge, returning Legend’s foul look.

“Here, come sit with me Wild, we can both fit,” Sky said from where he sat on the other side of the room, patting the cushion next to him.

“But that chair doesn’t reach the table,” Wild whined, but after Four glared at him again, he went over to it without fussing.

“What’s this movie about again?” Hyrule asked as the opening credits began to roll.

“Oh it’s great,” Wind said excitedly, shoving some popcorn in his mouth. “It’s all about this pirate guy who’s sister gets kidnapped by this huuuuuge bird so then he has to go save her and he meets this talking boat but the boat isn’t just a boat he’s actually—”

“Don’t spoil it Wind!” Legend interrupted, slapping a hand over his brother’s mouth. “You’ll like it Roolie, trust me— did you just lick my hand?!”

“This won’t be like that other movie we watched, will it?” Twilight asked hesitantly as Legend grabbed at Wind with an invisible hand, and Wind repeatedly blew Legend’s bangs over his eyes.

“Don’t worry Twi, there’s no dogs, and they don’t die,” Warriors assured, then a grin stretched over his face. “It’s a doggone shame, really.”

The room went silent as everyone glared over at Warriors, except for Hyrule and Wild, who almost fell off their respective seats laughing. Twilight merely gave Warriors an absolutely withering look, and pointedly turned into a wolf and faced away from him.

“Yes, terrible pun, haha, now would you all be quiet so we can actually hear the movie?” Four said with a pointed glare, and they all finally settled down and stopped talking, ready to watch the movie.

They didn’t even make it halfway through the film before an all-out war over the popcorn broke out.

[mthofferings]

penguinofthewaddles

See penguinofthewaddles’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: penguinofthewaddles@gmail.com Tumblr: penguinofthewaddles Twitter: penguinwaddlesd Instagram: penguinofthewaddles

Preferred organizations: - Assistance Dogs International - Autistic Self Advocacy Network - Disability Rights Education & Defense Fund (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Fluff, angst, happy ending, hurt/comfort, fight scenes, cuddle scenes, platonic kisses (not on lips) and hugs, romantic kisses (with ships I like), platonic and romantic cuddling, fix-it, whump, traumatized character recovery, injury/hurt recovery, happy family dynamics, dysfunctional family, implied trauma (torture, heartbreak, neglect, loss) recovery and stuff like that, found family, people eating together, platonic sleeping together (innocent, just for comfort/cold), domestic fluff, some ships, mental illness (depression, anxiety, etc.), neurodivergent things, recovery, action scenes, happy/hopeful ending, (character) gets a hug, characters watching movies together

Will not create works that contain: Really sexual stuff (slightly implied might be ok but case by case basis!), extreme gore (ok with some, just not excessively pls), overeating, excessive body horror, horror in general (spooky/scary is ok, just not too disturbing), any hate/debate regarding religion or politics or controversial things (hate from other characters is ok on marvel villains or bad things happening in Marvel), hating on other people's interests, full nudity, unhappy endings

  -- Art --

Auction ID: 1155

Will create works for the following relationships: Loki/Sylvie - MCU Loki-centric - MCU B-15-centric - MCU Wanda Maximoff/Vision - MCU Namor & Shuri - MCU Loki & Thor - MCU Matt Murdock/Jennifer Walters - MCU Gamora/Peter Quill - MCU Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy - Spider-Verse (animated films) Bruce Banner & Heimdall & Loki & Thor & Valkyrie - MCU

Work Description: I do digital art in a cartoony/comic booky style!! I also do Chibi that you can see on my socials here! I can do different characters/relationships than what I listed ;) Though I’m a bit picky about shipping, so I might not want to do some relationships super shippy and romantic other than what's listed. Willing to draw pretty much anything gen with characters I know. Feel free to still ask if I want to do a specific romantic ship or something, though; I still might consider it! I'm familiar with all of the MCU shows and movies, some of X-Men movies, Spider-Man and X-Men Ultimate universe comics, and the AOS Loki storyline! (Haven’t finished it all the way through though!) Most likely would be half-body and a couple characters together but willing to negotiate ;) As I now work and am in school again, I might need some grace time with my busy schedule, so probably about 1-3 months depending on which auction number you are! (I am doing 3 auctions and I can only work on one at a time lol). If you would like it for a specific holiday or something, let me know and I can try and make it work! I usually work best with more frequent communication! I like sending wips lol and feel free to reach out for any questions/updates. I usually am most active on Instagram/Twitter/Discord. Also, the more details/specificity in the prompt, the easier it is for me! Please consider donating to one of the neurodivergent/disability support charities if bidding for this! My cousin is severely disabled and my family has been struggling to find the right care for him, so just on my heart lately and would mean a lot to me as a neurodivergent person myself as well. ❤️❤️ Thanks so much! Can’t wait to see your prompt!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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Auction ID: 2077

Will create works for the following relationships: Loki fandom any gen - MCU Loki & Mobius - MCU Daredevil fandom any gen - MCU Agents of SHIELD fandom any gen - MCU Moon Knight fandom any gen - MCU Loki & Thor - MCU Guardians of the Galaxy fandom any gen - MCU Avengers fandom any gen - MCU Kamala Khan-centric - MCU Bruce Banner & Loki & Thor & Valkyrie - MCU

Work Description: This is a platonic/gen only auction! I can do different characters/relationships than what I listed! I'm familiar with all of MCU shows and movies, some of X-Men movies, Spider-Man and X-Men Ultimate universe comics, and the AOS Loki storyline! (Haven’t finished it all the way through though!) I do a cartoony/semi realistic style and chibi (see my examples here)! Most likely would be half-body and a couple characters together but willing to negotiate;) As I now work and am in school again, I might need some grace time with my busy schedule, so probably about 1-3 months depending on which auction number you are! (I am doing 3 auctions and I can only work on one at a time lol). If you would like it for a specific holiday or something, let me know and I can try and make it work! I usually work best with more frequent communication! I like sending wips lol and feel free to reach out for any questions/updates. I usually am most active on Instagram/Twitter/Discord. Also, the more details/specificity in the prompt, the easier it is for me! Please consider donating to one of the neurodivergent/disability support charities if bidding for this! My cousin is severely disabled and my family has been struggling to find the right care for him, so just on my heart lately and would mean a lot to me as a neurodivergent person myself as well. ❤️❤️ Thanks so much! Can’t wait to see your prompt!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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Auction ID: 3028

Will create works for the following relationships: Sylvie-centric - MCU Loki-centric - MCU Wanda Maximoff-centric - MCU Remy LeBeau/Rogue - X-Men: The Animated Series Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant & Marc Spector - MCU Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers - What If..? Frigga & Loki - MCU Shuri & T'Challa - MCU Michelle Jones/Peter Parker - MCU Loki & Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange - MCU

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Just for fun: if you could:

Spend the day with

Go on a date with

Be best friends with

Marry

Four different characters Austin has played, who would you pick and why? I'd spend the day with Benny (Bikeriders) because it would be cool and I might get to ride a motorcycle. I'd go on a date with Elvis, because he would do something extravagant and awesome that you wouldn't get to do with literally anyone else. Weirdly, I'd want to be friends with Feyd-Rautha, because he seems very ride-or-die and probably wouldn't kill me if we were friends. And I'd for sure want to marry Gale Cleven, because that man is marriage material all the way. ❤️ What about you?

ooooh i love this so much!! thank you for the fun prompt. and anyone else can write their answers too in the comments or send in a DM. i thought very hard about my answers lol

Spend the day with - Benny. My proclivity would be to date him, but idk if I could handle his gang of bikers being around all the time lol. plus I don't know enough about Benny's character to know how he would be in a relationship. so i need to watch the film when it comes out and see how he handles being with Kathy. but I would certainly wanna spend time with him

Go on a date with - Gale Cleven. Dating him would be the safest choice, even though he is marriage material for sure. he is a soft spoken and heroic man, but I just know that most of the time we see vets when they come home and they have a 180 change due to things like PTSD. so, i would want to marry him but dating him might be my safe and secure choice.

Be best friends with - Elvis. I couldn't marry this man lol he is too non-committal and I would be able to handle him more as best friends. plus i think that's what he needed.

Marry - Sebastian Kydd. I love Seb a lot. He cared about Carrie, he was protective over her, he helped her out with any family or friend or work problems, he was there for her, he loved her like mad. and I like how ambitious he was about starting his skateboard graphics design company. realistically I could see myself marrying him out of all his characters lol

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Introduction: 

Thank you to everyone that has been reading thus far, those that have been here from the beginning, and those that have recently started this fic. That is a lot of words so I hope those that binged have enjoyed everything so far! 

There are a few easter eggs that I wanna point out, some behind the scenes and inspirations I am curious whether anyone noticed. 

Some may have noticed the Fifth Element reference in a blink and you’ll miss it moment during the events of the comic featuring Eldra Kaitis. 

The name of Zaiya’s father is actually a hint as to who he’s related to. Temuss is a reference to a very dark film that Temuera Morrisson was a part of (and I believe was the main factor in getting the role of Jango in the first place). It was a film I was forced to watch called Once Were Warriors and was about a Maori family dynamics and featured domestic violence, child abuse and suicide. It was brilliantly done and all the actors were incredible but it was very badly triggering. The name of Temuera’s character was Jake The Muss (the muscle) and in a reference to him and his character, Temuss Fett got his name. Only one person has ever gotten that one!

Originally Jango Fett’s fate was going to be canon compliant. One line of dialogue made me realise that I had to either make him live or that Zaiya would have to babysit Boba for the rest of the story. I only realised that as I was writing the line. I had such a strong sense of Zaiya’s character that there was no way she would stay silent -- she would offer her help in that case. It made the re-planning for the future chapters a little annoying. 

I have such a sense of Zaiya in my head that I can “invoke” her character and were anyone to send me questions, I could indeed have her reply or talk to people as strange as that might sound. 

The “bad” chapters when Zaiya was enslaved, were inspired by a very abusive relationship that I was stuck in for 10 years. I had to dial back a lot of the details for those chapters so they are a lot more watered down than I had originally planned, but I am glad I did. I have several people that literally cried on reading them and my friends were a little bit triggered by it. For anyone that felt those chapters hit a sore spot, I’m so sorry you’ve been hurt. You aren’t alone. 

D’Sarr’s name is quite clever in my humble opinion, it originates from the Marquis de Sade who was the author of the book The 120 Days of Sodom and the inspiration for the word sadist. Fitting name, I thought.

The following are questions that come from Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, FF.net, Discord and my DMs. Questions were submitted by Summathespaceman, Corruptedmaia, @eloquentmoon, @high-functioning-fangirl473, Antex-the Legendary Zoroark, @moonstrider9904, @justalittletomato, @stardustbee and @maulslittlemeowmeow.

Thank you so so much for the questions, comments, fanart, feedback and the love you have shown to me over the last year and a half. Thank you so so much to you and all my readers, commenters and friends. You have brought a life to my life that I really needed. 

About the writing/story:

Do you know where you're going to end the story or are you just seeing where it takes you?

I know there needs to be an ending and I have a lot of story to go before I am anywhere near the end. There is the Mandalore Arc, the Seige, Order 66 and Solo where we have canonicaly seen Maul and his shenanigans. I admit I don’t have a solid ending, though I do have ideas for adventures that aren’t mentioned in canon. It’s a very roundabout way to say yes and no. No, I don’t have “The Ending” set but I do have a vague idea of where I want to go.

Would Maul and Zaiya ever be able to have children given Maul’s new *ahem* appendages? 

Technically yes. However I am still debating whether to include any mention of possible pregnancy in the fic at all as I know a lot of people dislike pregnancy in fics. I am one of them. If it were mentioned, I think perhaps it would be fleeting and potentially traumatic. I know someone who has pregnancy as a trauma point and so there is a lot of debate within myself as to whether I put it in at all. So technically they could, whether or not they will is another thing entirely.

Are you going to be diving into the Son of Dathomir comic for the story considering it was a Clone Wars scrapped start arc for Maul?

As weird as parts of that comic were, I do actually like it quite a bit so I think that it is important for Maul’s personal growth. And Zaiya’s too of course. So while I will not reveal the extent of what events I will be using from that comic, I can say yes, I am interested to use it as a basis of some events that might take place. 

Seeing as Zaiya has been "officially" dubbed as a traitor, what sort of destinations will she and Maul retreat to? 

They have quite a few places to go while they find their way, of course Dathomir is one of the first places, but once they have a ship again, they will need to seek their own fortunes. I have ideas, some scary, some more fun, and without severe spoilers… perhaps they need to find Zaiya a crystal of her own for a …certain weapon? I think that will be fun!

I noticed that Obi Wan could feel like he’s "seen" the Lightsaber Zaiya used. I’m assuming he’ll eventually connect the dots. So my thoughts are how things may hypothetically go once they meet again?

Obi-Wan is no fool, he’ll figure it out eventually, though whether or not it’s too late for him to do anything about it remains to be seen. I can only imagine he will treat her much the same as he does Ventress… I do wonder how that will go for Maul? I don’t think he will like that very much, will he?

When it comes to gaining an edge over Palpatine, is it possible you could use some Star Wars Legends lore to perhaps "even the field"? Like gaining artefacts or other possible post arts that could benefit them before Palpatine gets his slimy hands on them? Thus building their power ever more than his? They are as he’d say "a rival"!

I am very careful when I craft my characters to keep them balanced and make them fit the world. Anakin is completely overpowered of course but even he cannot do everything. Palpatine has experience and he is the same age as Qui-Gon I believe. While I do think Maul and Zaiya will be searching for something to help them defeat Sidious, I need to make sure she is still at a level where she can still encounter danger and things that oppose her are still a threat. So if they do find something to help them, it will need to be very powerful indeed!

Have you any plans for Mandalore? If so, might I suggest relocating a possible Force Cadre of Nightbrothers to train there if they’re successful in showing them the ways of the Force and conquering Mandalore?

Short answer: yes I have plans for Mandalore. 

Slightly longer answer: absolutely I have plans for Mandalore and I don’t want to spoil the story line but we will be spending some time there as we did with Kamino. Some of my favourite plans involve the Mandalore arc and I am very much looking forward to writing it!

I know APOD is still just at its start…do you plan to continue past certain events from Rebels?

When I first watched the fated episode, it was barely thirty seconds in before I was utterly bawling - the episode had been spoiled for me before I watched it properly - and in that moment I realised that Maul seemed fated to that place on the sands of Tatooine. That with the way he was raised and the tragedy of his life, it really only could have ended one way. 

The very next moment I vowed to write a fic that’s entire purpose was to avoid that fate. The whole reason I began writing was to give Maul a choice, a real choice to avoid his fate. 

Part of me however wonders if I should be cruel and have the moment arrive anyway. Have Zaiya try to save him and for it to all prove folly. 

That would be terribly evil, wouldn’t it? I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it. But I do wonder.

What has been your favourite way to get inspired for your writing?

Music. As Siren was born from song so too does my inspiration for cool scenes and dramatic moments… but also the smaller softer moments too. I almost always have music playing whenever I write. 

How did you come up with the idea in the first place? Have you planned it to be this long in the beginning? 

I may have mentioned it before, but I had been contemplating delving into the world of fan fiction and creating a character to go in the Star Wars universe. I was hesitant but a few things aligned for it to happen. 

Firstly was my rediscovery of Tumblr, second was the choice to stop taking my antidepressants, wanting to get into writing etc and all of this was floating around my mind at the time aimlessly. 

Then I watched the infamous Rebels episode. I bawled all the way through it and the moment it ended I said. “HELL NO” and threw open my laptop.

I have a planning document that has all the chapter names and a short blurb with what is in that chapter. I wrote out the events from their birth to I think so far it’s til Order 66. It will go beyond that but I have yet to write a lot of it, it’s mostly in my head. I will say, I have added so many chapters as I have been writing expanding scenes etc -- and coming up with singular words that do not repeat is not easy!

-- I just counted. I have at LEAST EIGHTY FOUR CHAPTERS planned. Ant that only gets us to Order 66. At this rate, chapter 200 will be the siege of Mandalore and all that entails. My god… I am realising the depth of my insanity. 

Did you start posting APOD as soon as you started writing it? Or did you build up a bit of a library before you let people see it?

I built up a few chapters, like ten or so, though I didn’t have the guidelines for how long chapters were when I started, hence some big re-writes about a year ago and why the early chapters were so short. 

I tend to begin a chapter with dot points for what will happen and write it out to be approximately 5 - 7k in length, then when posting I split it into part 1 and 2. My reasoning for this was to not post big chunks at once and also so I could post more often. I am currently (at the point of writing this) two full chapters ahead and I like to be that way so that my wonderful beta reader has plenty of time to read and edit, and also so I do not have to fret if I don’t write as much in one week. 

About the characters:

What character from the Star Wars universe that isn't in APOD yet would you love to write/put in the story?

There are a few I like, one being Qui-Gon! I did mention him in the AU story Sins of the Father and it made me really want to put him in. I didn’t think I could but then I read “Ghosts of Maul” and now I wonder if Force Ghost Qui-Gon could appear. I have no idea how but… well it’s an idea. 

Another character I really like is Ahsoka! She’s awesome and I definitely plan to include her though I am not sure where they would meet, but I am working on it!

Have you created Adaji's full backstory? I loved his POV, will we get more Adaji content at some point? Maybe more flashbacks?

I definitely do want to create more around his story, as some may know I posted a little blurb about his backstory a while ago, regarding his family and his history. One day I hope to be able to include it into the story itself though I have to find the right moment to do so.

Please tell me our baby boy Savage is going to live (same with Feral)?

Alright I don’t wanna spoil exactly HOW it will happen… but I will admit that YES Savage and Feral at this point in time -- the plan is to make them survive. It hurt too much to watch them die in Clone Wars and I am going to try to keep them alive. I say try. Sometimes the story evolves on its own. :/

What character has been your favourite to explore?

I would say Maul most definitely, getting into his mind and motivations and such, delving into his past and unexplored aspects of his psyche. 

Secondarily I would say Savage, because I definitely think that he deserves exploring and I have enjoyed writing about him.

About Zaiya:

What has been your inspiration for Zaiya’s evolving looks throughout the fic? I am wondering if she has been inspired by any real life cultures at all.

Ooh! I like this one! Zaiya’s looks have had an influence in the way I have studied the Nightsisters and specifically Merrin’s designs. I wanted the hair to be important, and I looked at a few aspects of warrior braids and there was an inspiration from vikings/Nordic culture that I took for her hair design I wanted her to be fierce, strong and I felt that the Norse had a very interesting hair style, they inspired me with the power it represents. 

Zaiya herself in her physical characteristics I wanted her to have the physical attributes of a Polynesian woman, her nose, build etc was my inspiration, as it’s briefly mentioned, Temuss  her father is similar-looking to  Jango. 

When did the idea of Zaiya as a character *first* come to you? For example, did you have her in your head in any kind of way before you started writing APOD or was she crafted for the story specifically?

I can’t say specifically when she came to me, she developed naturally as I began to craft a character that I wanted to be Maul’s equal. Not the same in powers and strengths, but her own strengths and powers to make up for his weaknesses and the connections of trauma and injustice etc. 

I put together names from sounds I liked and I knew I wanted a ‘Z’ name, and wrote down letters and sounds, I kept coming back to ‘Zaiya’ and the feeling of her name really solidified her character and I could begin to picture her. So I suppose she began first as an idea of an equal, but once her name came into being, that was when she really solidified as a character, it was like her personality was in her name as weird as that sounds. 

Please would you tell us where the idea of Zaiya's powers/her being a siren came from? Were you inspired by anything in particular, did anything spark it into life?

Music is very much a part of my life and I have music playing constantly. I personally can’t sing or play and instrument, but I have always found inspiration in songs. I can’t remember at what point I chose to make her a Siren but it was early on. I wanted her to see the Force in a way that was not described previously, and perhaps that’s due to my own way of seeing things differently but I wanted her to be in touch with the deep and mysterious side of the Force. Maul is strong with his fighting style though in his characterisation he was more physical than spiritual. To me, music ties into that, so hearing people in the Force as music, receiving songs and feelings in the Force. I also listened to a lot of songs and imagined music videos in my head and imagined Zaiya doing cool stuff and was like “wouldn’t this be awesome?”

Do the patterns of Zaiya's tattoos mean anything specifically in Nightsister culture? 

So something I read of the Nightbrother markings was said to indicate their physical prowess and strength, whereas the Nightsisters in my opinion base themselves in the more mystical arts. The lines of Zaiya’s tattoos are an indicator of her power, how she has magic in her hands and feet as she walks. The squiggly looking lines over her eyes are ancient symbols that suggest she sees things differently. The multiple ‘eyes’ (the incomplete circle patterns on her hands, feet and belly) on her body give a strong root of power in her core and her extremities. It’s part of the reason Talzin keeps her close, Zaiya has always been destined for power. 

If you give Zaiya an irl theme song, what would it be and would she sing it if she knew it? 

I left this question for a while because I was thinking about it for a long time. There a lot of songs that I like for her, and I think I will have to settle on “What Could Have Been” from the Arcane soundtrack. She absolutely would sing it, with her whole chest. Sidious hurt of her

Some of my favourite lyrics are: 

I am the monster you created

You ripped out all my parts

I am your ghost, a fallen angel

You ripped out all my parts

I couldn't care what invention you made me

'Cause I, I was meant to be yours

It could be to Maul, or Sidious or the Galaxy at large but I think that’s the song that suits her. I may of course change my mind but we’ll see.

Any chance we can get hints on how she’s gonna be with Ezra in Rebels? 

Gooood question! I know they will have to meet, but also Rebels era is not going to be the same for Maul as it is in the show. There will be a lot of differences. Without any spoilers, I think she will find this little Jedi very interesting. I can tell you that she will find C1-10P (chopper) very very fun.

I remember seeing an Art of Zaiya dancing, and to me it really looked like a Tribal Fusion Bellydance sort of dance since I'm a dancer of that style myself, and I was wondering if you had any specific song in mind for Zaiya dancing. I'm always looking for new music to dance to 👀

You are correct! That was indeed my inspirations when I was researching the dancing and the way I thought the Nightsisters would move. One video I watched was this one: https://youtu.be/XWDRdJ6O4cY 

I included the link for those that may not know exactly what Tribal Fusion is, but this is more or less my inspiration, I don’t know if it is a specific song I can share, but I do have the playlist that might have some fun tunes on it there. 

How did you come up with Zaiya’s character and design?

This is similar to the above questions but I will elaborate. For Zaiya I looked at the Nightsisters and knew she would have to look like them, but I also wanted her to be a bit different - hence the Mandalorian father - so Zaiya has a more solid frame and muscle and a tummy, I always include that when I draw her. I also liked the idea of tattoos over the eyes and I had seen a makeup look with an upper black lip and I loved how expressive it was. I wanted her to stand out like Maul does, but in her own way. The eye was something that I thought of after seeing that one episode of Rebels where Maul drinks the Nightsister potion. The imagery was so cool and I took elements of what was already there in the lore of Star Wars. I may have also taken a little inspiration from Danerys from Game of Thrones with the way she carries herself. 

The braids were inspired from Nordic tradition and the women in good standing in the society and have intricate lore about their hair. Also Danerys had some cool braids too, so I was definitely inspired.

Thank you

For those of you still reading, thank you! I cannot say it enough! Thank you, thank you! 

I wanted to go into a bit more detail about the origins of this fic. 

I had never seen Clone Wars until about 2018/2019 and a boyfriend had me watch it. I was liking it alright… then the Maul episodes happened. And he talked. He had like two or three lines in the Phantom Menace. It wasn’t until I heard Sam Witwer’s buttery voice and Maul in that very pretty animation that my brain decided I was going to latch onto it and make it part of my personality. 

In 2020 that relationship fell apart and I moved out on my own for the first time in about 15 years. 

I was in a bit of an odd space. As I mentioned above, a few things had to align and one of them was my decision to stop taking medication. It was a trial period of six weeks initially to see how I felt about it. It was around then that I began writing. I had the time as I was only working part time and I spent the rest of the time planning, thinking and just pouring my reviving creativity into this. 

I have never had a project that I have done for so long before. Usually I would write other stories and then it would trickle off, and the passion would wane. With this however, it just kept going. 

I poured my life into it, my trauma and everything that hurt. But apparently I made Zaiya likeable. Not just to the characters, but to you. All of you that keep reading to find out what angsty or wholesome thing she might do next. 

This has given me so much validity, acceptance and just a sense of love that you guys all like my work. You like the ideas I put on the page, even with the typos, the errors that crop up and my nonsensical rambling in the notes. 

So, sincerely, to all of you. Thank you. Here’s to another 100 chapters! 

Get ready for Chapter 100 to drop! You are all in for a treat! I saved the tasty spiciness for the special 

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Wherever You Go (I'll Follow)

pairing: austin butler x reader

summary: the cannes film festival is your first big press event and when your nerves get the best of you you're worried that austin will want someone who can keep up with his lifestyle. hurt/comfort with a lil' fluff.

a/n: i've written fic for years but this is my first time ever writing *insert person* x reader. still getting the hang of it, but i hope y'all enjoy it! and pls feel free to send me prompts!

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You loved Austin, more than just about anything. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked you to, and more or less had been since Elvis production began just a few weeks after you got together. Having only met through him coming into a restaurant you worked at you’d expected to feel like an outsider among the Hollywood hullabaloo, and it was a nice surprise to find the opposite to be true. The cast and crew had become family over the past few years, and having a front row seat to your boyfriend’s performance of a lifetime was something you’d never forget.

Promotion season kicking into gear, however, had been making your head hurt. And the Cannes premiere rounded the corner while you were still struggling to find your footing in it all.

Austin could sense your nerves from the moment you got to the hotel in France, and had arranged for his driver, Mikey, to drop you at a side entrance to avoid the press going in. But you’d stopped him from making the same arrangement for after the screening.

“This screening is the first night of the rest of your life Aus,” You’d said in bed the night before, Austin carding a hand through your hair as you looked up from where you were resting on his chest. “There’s nothing I want more than to walk out of the theater with you celebrating that.”

Nerves and all, you meant every word.

It turned out to be easy enough to forget about what was coming after when the film started to roll, Austin squeezing your hand and chewing nervously on his bottom lip as the Suspicious Mind vocals filled the auditorium. You alternated between watching the movie and watching him, the look in his eyes all you’d wanted for him throughout this whole process. This was it. He’d “made it” in every sense of the phrase.

The twelve minute standing ovation was a nice touch too, you thought, Austin grabbing you around the waist with one arm and swiping at his teary eyes with his free hand.

“I’m so proud of you,” You whispered in his direction and he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a soft “Thank you baby,” 

As things started to quiet down and people began trickling out, he looked between you and the door, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk with us? I can call Mikey and have him bring the car around the back for you, we shouldn’t be that long,”

You shook your head, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. “I’m okay,”

He didn’t look like he completely believed that, but before he could question it you were being shuffled out the door behind Baz, everyone else falling behind the three of you.

You’d known that you’d be stepping out of the building into a decent amount of chaos, but the instantaneous flashing and yelling still made you flinch in surprise, Austin squeezing your hand three times as you crossed the threshold.

One of his managers, Kayla, weaved her way through the crowd behind you to his opposite side, doing a one over of both sides of the barricades. “We’re just going to take some photos, greet some fans and we’ll be out- no interviews and if someone tries just thank them for their time and walk,” She whispered, and gave you both a shoulder squeeze before disappearing again.

The two of you kept walking, and you tried to focus on your boyfriend as opposed to the hoards of strangers.

“Austin, is that your girlfriend?” Someone yelled and when you turned your head to see who you were damn near blinded by flashing cameras, your heart started to race in your chest. Your relationship hadn’t been a secret, but it wasn’t exactly huge public knowledge either, this event marking the first time that it would be.

“Sure is, beautiful right?” Austin shouted back and you managed a smile even with the anxiety that had started coursing through you, hoping that the photos being captured didn’t capture the tears you felt stinging behind your eyes. 

You loved Austin to death. But this had quickly become overwhelming.

You felt his hand slip out of yours and blinked in confusion, quickly realizing Baz had tugged him over for a photo op, which would’ve been fine. If you weren’t suddenly standing alone in what felt like the eye of a hurricane.

Trying to reassure yourself under your breath, you wrung your hands together waiting for Austin to come back. 

Starting to zone out, you didn’t realize he had come back until you felt both of his hands grabbing at your hips and heard him turning to the side to shout something you didn’t quite catch before turning back to you, lowering his voice.

“Y/N, our driver is right down there,” He said and pointed down the street at the familiar black car, one hand still massaging your side. “Kayla is gonna take you and I’ll be right there,” He continued and you felt even more nauseous now because you’d promised up and down you’d be fine only to ruin the biggest night of his career so far.

But before you could protest, Kayla swept you away, a protective hand on your back she hustled you down the street to the car. She grabbed a water bottle from the front seat to pass back to you, wearing a sympathetic smile.

Unable to stop the tears building from spilling out now that you were away from the crowd, you held the plastic with shaky hands.

“I feel,” You started, chest rising and falling faster than it normally did. “I feel horrible, this was such a big night for him and now all they’re going to be asking about is his girlfriend acting like a three year old over a little press,”

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523 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#4

bad idea

prompt: "Austin and reader are watching the 68 Comeback Special, reader is a huge Elvis fan and is getting super hot & bothered watching Elvis (so HOT in the special). Austin is amused and teases her and then it turns into smut with maybe some role play Austin as Elvis. Just my thoughts!"

ship: austin butler x priscilla actress!reader

warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! slightly unhealthy relationship dynamics

It wasn’t that you didn’t have your own perfectly good trailer just a few feet away. But you’d gotten into the habit of letting yourself into Austin’s whenever he was on set, a habit you didn’t think was possible to break at this point. And you weren’t even needed on set today, but you missed him and the perfect balm for that was sitting somewhere that was inexplicably Austin. 

Not to mention that every time you surprised him in his trailer he was more than happy to see you. 

You typically entertained yourself with a book or scrolling through social media, but today it was getting sucked down the rabbithole of Elvis videos on Youtube. You’d seen most of them, Austin having blown through more or less the entire digital library when you were quarantining. But something about the man just drew you in, and you understood now more than ever what the girls losing their minds at every performance saw in him. 

It was a montage of clips from the ‘68 special that sucked you in on this particular day, and you were so engrossed in it that you didn’t hear the trailer door creak open, or realize Austin was there until he cleared his throat. You looked up abruptly, pausing the video.

“Whatcha watching?” He asked as he toed his shoes off and came over to join you on the bed, heat rising in your cheeks. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” You said as he sat down, arm automatically falling around your shoulder as he glanced at your screen.

“Hey, I know that guy.”

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder when he unpaused it. Biting on your bottom lip, you could feel Austin’s wheels turning as he averted his eyes from the screen to you. He pulled you in closer to his side, fingers grazing the slither of skin where your shirt had ridden up. 

Between what was going on on your laptop screen and Austin being well, the way he was, you weren’t sure how much longer you could mask the lust coursing through you.

“I didn’t know he did it for you.” He whispered and you swallowed thickly, squirming as he squeezed your thigh. 

“He was a girl magnet back then for a reason,” You mumbled and heard Austin give a little “Mhm,” sliding his hand down to the waistband of your shorts. He waited for you to give an affirmative nod before he dipped his hand inside, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you felt him realize how damp you were.

“Christ,” He whispered, reaching forward with the hand that wasn’t down your pants to shut your computer and set it on the bedside table. When that was taken care of he flipped you over, crawling on top and slotting a knee between your legs, hands moving to take off your shirt and bra. When he moved his knee at just the right angle against your center a moan escaped you, your mind wandering back to what you had just been watching. Austin was everything to you, but something about the man he was portraying was just riling you up.

“E,”

You didn’t process what you’d just let slip out of your mouth until you felt Austin freeze and pulled away from where he’d been kissing down your neck. Cheeks flushed red, you looked away.

“Jesus, sorry,”

You didn’t think you’d ever been more embarrassed in your life, unable to look at Austin. But he brought his hands to your hips and yanked you impossibly closer to him, leaning back down to whisper in your ear. “Say it again,”

You couldn’t make the name leave your throat and Austin seemed to sense your nerves, pulling back a little to run a hand through your hair. “If you wanna do this baby, I’m all in. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

When you gave a little nod he went right back to kissing your neck, a hand coming up to grope your breast, twisting your nipple between his fingers.

“Elvis,”

You felt his erection on your thigh as his hips pistoned forward and he grinded on you, but he shook his head when you reached for his waistband, pulling you forward to the edge of the bed before getting down onto his knees. The loss of friction made you antsy, especially when he pulled down your shorts and underwear at an agonizing slow pace, pressing open mouthed kisses to your bare thigh.

A breathy “please” escaped you and he looked up from the ground as he lifted one of your legs and set it over his shoulder.

“Please what ‘Cilla?”

Now you definitely saw what he did in you calling him Elvis, your mind going blank for a second before you could choke out a response. “Please, E, I need you- your mouth.”

He didn’t wait another second before diving in, licking a strip up your folds before flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. Your hands fell to his hair, attempts at trying to keep your hips from bucking under him futile as he reached around to grab your ass and pull you closer to him, sucking at your clit.

There was a knot forming in your stomach and you already embarrassingly close, to the extent that you whined when he pulled back, looking up at you abosutly sex drunk. He rubbed your inner thigh with the pad of his thumb, laughing under his breath when you squirmed. 

He rose up from his knees and shed his pants and boxers before getting back on top of you, holding your chin in his hand. 

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547 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

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555 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#2

4 or 13 with Austin!Elvis bc protective 😩

did both bc why not 😅

You Got Me

ship: austin!50s elvis x reader

prompt: “breathe darling”/“you’re safe with me”

summary: some guys at a tour stop get too close for comfort while elvis is off talking to a reporter. a lil angst + hurt comfort.

content warning: sexual harassment and attempted assault, but it’s not graphic and over pretty quickly. smidgen of homophobia (a ~fairy~ insult).

Elvis made a beeline for you the second he got off the stage, hugging so you tight he lifted your feet off the ground. Kissing the sides of your face as he set you back down, he looked over his shoulder.

“Colonel wants me to talk to some reporter he found,” He started, hand still caressing your hip.

He shouted for Jimmie next, who whipped his head around from where he was distracted talking to a girl. “Keep an eye on Y/N for a second, I’ll be right back.”

And with one last kiss he was running off to where Colonel Parker was standing in front of the Ferris Wheel, leaving you standing alone against the back of the stage. Jimmie gave you a little wave and scanned the area for any immediate danger before turning back around to continue socializing, running a hand through his hair that he’d recently started styling like Elvis.

But you didn’t mind being left to your own devices, you were always one for people watching and this was the perfect place for it. Little kids scarfing down cotton candy the size of their heads, herds of high school girls giggling and stumbling around like packs of sardines. You were starting to see the appeal others did in carnie life.

Then, a voice uncomfortably close to your face pulled you out of your head.

“Hey, you’re Elvis’ girl, aren’t you?”

You could smell the alcohol on the boy’s breath, mostly because he was so close he was practically standing on top of you, one hand braced on the wooden stage fencing you were leaning on.

“Imma be real honest, I was thinkin’ he was one of those fairy freaks.” He continued before you could respond, waving his free hand around meaninglessly. ”But you’re pretty,”

Who you assumed was a friend of his popped up next to him, bumping his shoulder with a laugh as he spoke.

“If the way he moves aroun’ when he’s singing is any implication, he’s gotta be great under the sheets,” He slurred, the first boy moving his hand from where it was braced on the wall to the side of your face. His fingers brushed against your hair and he stepped even closer than he already was. You wanted to scream, but your throat was going so dry you could barley tell him to go away.

“He sing in bed too? You know if you want something more low key,”

He was leaning in then, but just when you thought you’d feel his mouth on yours there was a sharp crack and he was stumbling backwards into his friend. You blinked and saw Elvis standing there, shaking out his hand that you assumed was the reason the boy who had tried to kiss you was holding his nose.

“Either of you so much as look at her again I will kill you.” Elvis practically growled in a low voice, giving both of them another hard shove. “Get the hell outta here, now!”

Turning to Jimmie, who to his credit looked a little guilty, he raised his voice to a yell. “What happened to watching her?” He shouted, waving his hands around as he spoke. “Too busy talking to girls while mine’s about to get her damn head done in,”

He didn’t wait for an apology before ushering you into an empty staging tent, pulling you closer to him when you were alone, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. You were hyperventilating against him, hands gripping the fabric of his black shirt like it was the only thing keeping you on the ground.

“You gotta breathe darlin’, I’m right here.” He whispered and you tried, but your mind was racing.

“I thought,” You started and lifted your head, the rest of that thought not something you really wanted to put words to.

“I know, but you’re safe with me now.” He said gently, rubbing your shoulder. “Gonna talk to the Colonel about getting you security and nothin’ like that is ever gonna happen again.”

A part of wanted to tell him you knew that wasn’t a promise he could make. Guys were always going to be creeps, and it was only going to get worse as he, and you, got more and more attention.

But there was comfort in knowing he’d crawl over broken glass, and punch some strangers in the nose, to protect you. You could make do with that.

xxx

649 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Invisible String (Part 1)

(part 1/9)

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

word count: 2,600

authors note: yes i know the shannara chronicles was filmed in new zealand but this is my au and i can do what i want so we’re pretending it was filmed in queensland. covid also doesn’t exist in this story, because i said so, hence the filming schedule being one of my own making.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, pls feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

April 23rd, 2020

"You interested in working in film again?"

You raised an eyebrow at your best friend sitting opposite you on the couch, pausing short of tossing more popcorn into your mouth from the bowl between you.

"Is there a reason you're asking?"

She chuckled, lowering her voice and leaning over to you, a playful smile on her face.

"A little birdie told me that one of the lighting assistants at Elvis had to resign because of a family emergency and they’re desperate for a replacement.”

Leah was clearly getting a kick out of this, and you wanted to kick her for it. Knowing Elvis was filming in your area and that there was a non zero chance you'd run into Austin on the street was enough of a headache, let alone having to skirt around him on a daily basis.

"I can't work there, you know that." You said flatly, and Leah only shrugged, cocking her head.

"Do I? It's just tech work, not like you'll have to interact with Austin that much anyways."

"That," You started, nudging your head towards a framed photo of you and Cora on the coffee table. It was taken on her fourth birthday, the blue eyed little girl sitting on your knees, head of blonde hair tucked into your shoulder. "happened when I was just doing tech work. I can't Leah,"

It wasn’t that you’d take any of what happened that 2015 summer back, you were quick to tell anyone that your daughter was the best thing that ever happened to you. But some things, her father in particular, were better left in the past.

"How much are you making right now?" Leah asked, pulling out her phone as she talked. "Because this is what Elvis is paying."

Your eyes widened when you saw the salary listed on the email she’d pulled up, nearly triple what you were making at your current gig running lighting for a local news station.

"You go, you do your lighting thing, you come home. If you wear a hat and your bluelight glasses Austin doesn't even have to know you're there."

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April 30th, 2020

Against your better judgment you inquired about the position, and Leah must’ve been right about how depeserate they were for a replacement because you got a call within a few hours asking for the earliest date you could start.

You followed Leah’s advice of trying to alter your appearance just enough to maybe pass as someone else to Austin, your hair tied up and pushed through a baseball cap, tan rimmed bluelight glasses that you typically saved for long hours on your laptop perched on your nose.

And the get up wasn’t even necessary. You’d spent your first day helping with lights for scenes with Tom Hanks in a conference room setup, overhearing that it was a dance rehearsal day for most everyone else. By the time the day was over ditched the glasses and cap, assuming you were safe from running into Austin at least for the time being as you put equipment away.

"Hey there.”

You could've screamed when you heard his voice from right behind you, flinching and dropping the cords you were wrapping.

Austin was apologizing as you turned around, and you swallowed as you got a good look at him. He looked drastically different than he did four summers ago, his hair short and black as opposed to the blonde waves that used to fall at his shoulders. His face hadn't changed much though.

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This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Victor is a canon character from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. All details vary based on verse, but in general he's a mix of headcanons and influences from the novel, the Universal films, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White, and Wayward Children by Seanan McGuire. I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers.

Please note that, unlike in the novel and film adaptations, Victor would never hate his creations or try to send them away no matter what atrocities they committed; he is, in fact, very protective and possessive of them, and he considers ethics to be nothing more than an interesting intellectual exercise. I'm happy to plot out origin verses if you want Victor to have created your muse.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Victor with other horror characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry.

OTPs: Elizabeth Lavenza Family: Sally Skellington (adopted sister), Jack Skellington (brother-in-law) Other: Jack Wolcott (apprentice), Lawrence Talbott, Jack Griffin, Gomez and Morticia Addams

default verses:

fableverse: Originally from Halloweentown, Victor left his home world to establish himself in a twilight world called The Moors, where he could perfect his scientific technique for bringing the dead back to life. When the storybook worlds collapse, Victor finds himself in a contemporary town called Fableton, searching for a way back.

ever!after: Characters are reincarnated versions of their fairy tale counterparts, and few know who they truly are. Victor Frankenstein is the Chief Medical Examiner at Fableton hospital and longtime friend of Jack Skellington and Gomez Addams.

the moors: Originally from Halloweentown, Victor left his home world to establish himself in a twilight world called The Moors, where he could perfect his scientific technique for bringing the dead back to life. It's a world where vampires, werewolves, and zombies are commonplace, watched over from the sea by the Drowned Gods. He is capable of using the doors to visit other worlds but typically doesn't care to.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

alien!verse: Victor is chief science officer aboard any of the ships that accidentally (or purposefully) discover the Xenomorphs. His primary objective is studying the species or containing one to bring back to the company for study.

mcu: Victor is a scientist working for HYDRA/SHIELD on the super soldier serum, the Winter Soldier program, and/or multiverse travel.

[lonesome-witching]

To celebrate Spoopy Month (October if you’re unaware of the name my friends and I refer to it as, because I’ve honestly lost track of what things we say come from memes or what we make up) I’ve decided to watch a horror film a day, starting my journey by watching the Hammer Dracula Series. So I decided my next prompt is a Monster AU, where the Wheeler-Byers are a normal blended family, except they all just so happen to be Vampires, and Nancy’s brining over Robin to introduce her to the family for the first time, the only problem is she’s a werewolf and they don’t know how to react (Karen and Joyce are fine with it as they’re lesbian couple from the 50’s who’re they to judge, but Robin and Nancy don’t know it). This was meant to be short but like all my other prompts somehow ended up being an entire paragraph long.

It turned out very short, which I don't think is a surprise after I kept complaining about my school work. But I truly hope you are happy with what I wrote, I'm definitely up for writing a longer version of this in the future, so let me know if you want that. And thank you for the prompt.

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Writober 25 - Free

I didn’t like the prompt, so I wrote my own.

Summary: As it turns out, popular lolita Lucy is hiding a secret. She thought nobody would figure it out - but reality is a weird thing like that.

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Hot lights, an enthusiastic audience, and a wild host. Just your typical wrap up of a variety show on a school night.

Lucy resisted the urge to sigh in relief as the camera lights dimmed, telling her that filming was over. Around her, the other guests sprung back to life, chatting with each other, and checking their phones for messages from producers or notifications from their social media. She remained in her seat, feeling the tension in her body.

She had been in her dress for far too long… all she wanted to do was go home and take it off.

“Pristine as always, Lucy!” the host, a man in a suit with a bright bowtie, approached her. “The audience loved your fashion segment. Any chance you could do it again next week?”

She flashed him a polite smile as she stood, picking her way down to the floor from her seat. “I would be honored if you would include me again.”

Even as she spoke, she knew how off she sounded compared to his regular guests. This show tended to focus on the peppier pop types who ran on high energy. Someone like her stood out like a sore thumb – but maybe that gap was part of the draw. She had seen the ratings: people tuned in to see her.

All hail gap moe she supposed.

“I’ll send you an email with the new time.” He shook her hand, then bounced off to talk to a producer. Lucy was glad for that as she sighed in relief, briefly allowing her shoulders to drop. It wasn’t a full fall – people were watching – but it allowed her to relax as she said her goodbyes and made her way off set.

It had been a weekend taping, so it was still light outside as she left the studio behind to find her ride home. Her shoes clicked against the pavement as she walked, keeping her eyes peeled. The lot was busy given there were plenty of other shoots that day, so she needed to keep her wits about her. After all, she wouldn’t want to get dirty.

“Over here, honey!”

A voice called her attention. She spotted a woman standing on the corner, waving. The sight of her brought a real smile to Lucy’s face as she made her way over, her walk the picture of grace. After all, paparazzi were always watching.

Together, the two found the car and started on the road. As soon as they were far enough from the set, Lucy allowed herself to sink into the seat. This time, she heaved a real sigh of relief as she closed her eyes and leaned back.

“Thanks for picking me up, Mom. It would’ve been a nightmare getting on the bus like this.”

The voice that escaped her painted lips was lower, the words she chose far more casual. Nobody was watching her now, so she could allow herself this. Had she been on the bus, it would’ve required her to be on her best behavior.

Lucky for her, her mother knew her.

Next to her, her mother chuckled. “They put you through it again, huh?”

“Yeah, put me on the spot for a fashion check. I might know Lolita fashion, but I’m not into gothic.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Thank God I read those articles dad had in the shop before I left today, or I would’ve been in trouble.”

Leave it to her family to save her when she least expected it…

“Well, that’s what we’re here for.” She smiled as they turned into the shopping district. It was busy as usual, especially because it was a good weather weekend. People were out in droves, visiting the shops. “Looks like we better get back quick, they’re probably busy.”

Back, as it turned out, was a pretty little shop decked out in lace and ribbon. Even Lucy had to smile as she spotted the front window where a full outfit was on display. Since it was fall, they were going for more of a sweet look, complete with a capelet her grandmother had designed.

It was pretty warm – she had tried it on before it went in the window.

As her mother parked, she entered the shop. The bell above the door dinged as she opened it, stepping through. Unsurprisingly, it was full of girls looking at the dresses and accessories. A few of them poked their friends and started to whisper as she passed. She didn’t need to hear them – she could figure it out.

She had to live somewhere, people…

Up the steps, it wasn’t the shop. Instead, it was home. Lucy sighed as she slipped out of her shoes and padded to her bedroom in just her socks. She would have landed face down on her bed, but that would’ve gotten her makeup on the sheets. The last thing she wanted to do was laundry, so she resisted the urge.

Instead, she sat down at her desk, where a mirror and makeup wipes were waiting for her. So was a mannequin head, which soon was decked out in a curly blonde wig as she removed it from her head.

“That’s better.” Lucy sighed as she removed the pins from her hair, shaking her head once it was free. Unlike the wig she wore, she was a short haired brunette. There were plenty of reasons for that, but the first was comfort: longer hair was more annoying under the wig cap, not to mention hot.

Besides, it made it harder for people to put the pieces together.

A few more motions, and her contact lenses were back in their case. Then came the makeup wipes, removing her concealer and blush. Now she had freckles that dusted her cheeks and nose – even in the fall, they didn’t go away. While some people used that as part of their Lolita look, she didn’t. It didn’t really work for Hime. Maybe if she had been a Sweet or OTT type, but that was a different story.

At least with her makeup off, she was free to change her clothes. Her dress was soon hanging up in her closet among her other outfits, replaced with a worn pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the shop’s logo on it. She then threw a jacket over top of that, checking the mirror before she left her room.

Lucy was gone now, allowed to the rest for the moment. Instead, Kyouko stood in her place, fresh faced and ready to take on the customers down below.

Honestly, she was surprised nobody had realized yet. After all, her Lolita form was never seen outside of performances, livestreams, and variety shows. The internet buzzed as to why, but none had honed in that the blonde was just a role she played. Maybe that was because she was so good at playing the girl, but it didn’t matter in the end. Nobody had figured it out, and that was fine by her.

After all, unlike other idols, she didn’t get bothered on the street for photos or autographs. She was allowed to go about her normal life, free of fans finding her. It was truly the best of both worlds, plus or minus the stress of keeping Lucy’s persona up in stressful situations.

Luckily, the more she played the Lolita, the less those popped up. Maybe in a year, they wouldn’t happen at all.

Regardless, Kyouko headed down the stairs to return to the shop. If people noticed her, they didn’t say anything. After all, everyone in their area of the shopping district knew the owners of the shop had a daughter who helped out on the weekends. While they might have wondered why she wasn’t interested in the fashion her family worked so hard at, they never said anything about it. Maybe they considered it an oddity and left it at that.

Fine by her – less details to remember.

Thanks to the customers streaming in, her afternoon passed pretty quickly. People asked for things, she rang them up, and sometimes she offered advice. Most of the time, the customers just wanted to know if things went with what they were trying to buy. She could handle that.

For the most part, her mind and hands were kept busy. By the time she was getting the broom to sweep up after the last customers, the stress from filming had evaporated. She felt much better as she started to sweep, humming to herself as she worked.

Then the door dinged.

“Sorry, we’re- “

The words died in Kyouko’s throat as she watched the would-be customer step in. Unlike most of their patrons, she wasn’t dressed in a frilly outfit. Instead, the girl standing in the door was decked out in worn denim and a studded, patch covered vest. Her head almost hit the top of the door, causing her to duck as she entered. To say she stuck out like a sore thumb was putting it mildly.

More importantly – why was Ray Jones of all people in a shop for Lolita fashion?

Kyouko felt sweat bead on the back of her neck as she put her broom aside. She approached her fellow idol, doing her best to stay natural. Ray didn’t seem to be aware of things – she was just looking around.

“Er, we’re going to close in 15 minutes…”

Ray frowned as she turned to face her. “Shit, really? I could’ve sworn the place covered at 8.”

She offered an awkward smile. “Sorry, I’m kind of shit with details. I can come back tomorrow or whatever if you want me out.”

There was that damn smile that did terrible things to Kyouko’s stomach. She could feel it flopping about as she tried to pick her words carefully. In the end, she managed to shake her head and offer her best customer service smile.

“No, it’s no problem. Can I ask what you’re looking for?”

The idol glanced around, a pensive look on her face. “Yeah, my stepsister asked me to pick something up for her. She’s got a performance coming up next week and she talked about this one brand that had hair accessories that would work for her outfit.”

Right – she had seen sneak peaks of the outfits on social media the night before. Just from what Ayame had hinted at, she could think of a few possibilities. More importantly, she knew just the brand her fellow idol was talking about.

So she motioned for Ray to follow her. “Was she looking into Cherry Breeze? They’re a Lolita brand that can cross over to other types of fashion.”

“Yeah, that’s it!” The idol smacked her hand into her palm. “Thanks, it totally slipped my mind. Do you guys have these?”

She held out her phone, showing off a couple of ribbons and pins that would go with a more traditional outfit, the kind Sakura Sensation preferred. Best of all, Kyouko knew where they were and that they had those exact ones.

“Yeah, they’re over here.” She pointed them out. “Is your stepsister an idol?”

The idol nodded as she started to pick out a pair for her stepsister and her partner. “Yeah, her unit’s called Sakura Sensation. They’re pretty good, bit too slow for my tastes but we don’t count that.”

Then she headed over towards the register. Kyouko had been temporarily stunned by Ray’s laugh, so it took her a second to respond. However, she managed to make her way over to where the larger girl was waiting for her. She was almost home free – just a few more motions.

“You’re a nice stepsister to pick these up for her.” The cash register dinged as she rang them up. “Alright, it’s- “

She read out the numbers and got to watch as Ray began to dig into her pockets. History taught her she kept her money in her back pocket, but it wasn’t like she could say that. After all, they weren’t supposed to know each other. So she had to keep her mouth shut as she watched, sweat trickling down her brow.

Luckily, Ray managed to dig it out. “Sorry, bit of a shit brain today. I had work.”

“Sounds like we’ve both had a long day.” Kyouko smiled as she took the money and dug in the register for change. “Well, at least it’s almost over, right?”

Ray chuckled at that. “Yeah, thank God. Honestly, I don’t know how you do this and the whole Lolita thing, Lucy. I’d be asleep on the couch right now, especially with all the makeup you have to put on.”

“You get used to i-“the words died in her throat as Kyouko took in what the idol had said. The change nearly dropped from her hands, but she fumbled for it at the last second. Sweat started to bead on the back of her neck as her mind went numb, almost unsure she had heard it correctly.

Worst of all, Ray wasn’t reacting.

“You ok, Lucy?” She cocked her head to the side. “You kind of freaked out there.”

Now, here she sat at the crossroads. One option was to lie her ass off – not ideal. After all, Ray was good at telling when people lied. She had seen it plenty of times when they had worked together to know it wouldn’t go off well. However, letting the idol in was a problem too. If she had figured it out… who else had?

Had she not been as good as she thought?

Instead of answering, once Kyouko handed over the change, she tugged Ray’s sleeve in a follow me gesture. After locking the front door, she all but dragged the idol up the stairs to the safe zone of her home.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as she tugged her into her room and closed the door. Now they were alone with all the evidence anyone would have ever needed to put the pieces together about her alter ego. Nobody got up here, not even her classmates.

And she had just dragged the idol up.

“Alright, it’s clear you figured it out.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “How? What gave it away? I need to know so I can fix it.”

Ray was a little busy glancing around the room, but she at least remembered someone was answering her a question. She turned back to face her impromptu host, face unreadable honestly. She was a mystery.

“I figured it out from how you stand and the way you smile when you’re tired but trying to keep it together.” She shrugged. “Doubt anyone else is going to figure it out, I think that’s just my power of hyper fixation.”

She finally gave her friend a once-over. “I’m guessing your name isn’t actually Lucy, unless you want me to keep calling you that.”

Despite everything, Kyouko felt a laugh bubble in her throat. She wound up needing to sit on her bed as the giggles took her over. Maybe it was stress, maybe it was the relief of the idol clearly not minding, but her reaction was just so understated that it was hilarious.

In the end, she lifted her glasses in order to rub her eyes with her jacket sleeve. “No, that’s just my stage name. My actual name is Kyouko.”

“Kyouko, gotcha.” Ray nodded. “Well, I guess that solves my question of how nobody’s ever mentioned a Lolita going to a local school. You’re kind of like a secret agent, aren’t you?”

The idea made her chuckle again. “Something like that.”

She paused, frowning. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you keep this to yourself? I kind of like being able to have a normal life and be an idol on the side.”

Honestly, Kyouko knew it was a big ask, especially for someone who had to deal with impulse control. If Ray messed up, she couldn’t fault her on it too hard. Yet, her stomach still shifted at the thought of letting someone in to her secret. Apart from her parents, nobody else knew about her secret identity.

She wasn’t the best at trusting people… talk about falling face first into the worst situation.

Ray didn’t seem to think on it long – she nodded almost instantly. “Yeah, your secret is safe with me. Keep on being Japanese Hannah Montana.”

…

Yeah, she had no idea who that was. She was going to chalk it up to an American thing and leave it at that.

Still, Kyouko sighed in relief as her shoulders dropped. “Thanks. And I’m sorry for dragging you up like that.”

“Not a problem, secret identities are kind of a big deal.” Still, she frowned as she glanced out the window. The sky was getting darker now – it would be night soon. “Shit, it got late. I’m so going to be late for dinner…”

Speaking of dinner – Kyouko could smell her family working on theirs. A small smile graced her face as she stood up from her bed and started towards the door.

“How about I ask if you can stay for dinner? Your dad won’t get mad if you’re out later if my mom takes you home after.”

The mention of food definitely cheered the idol’s mood as she stood. “Sounds like a plan to me!”

And with that, the drama had passed. Ray was in on the secret, and she was going to keep it. Kyouko could breathe a little easier as she headed towards the kitchen to make her request. She doubted her parents would mind – they liked the idol.

In a weird way, it was a relief to have someone outside her family in on the secret. She wasn’t going to make it a habit… but one person couldn’t hurt.

At least, that was what she was going to tell herself later when the anxiety kicked in. Hopefully it worked.

[puregaalee]

GaaLee HorrorFest 2022: Prompt List

It's Halloween night. You're dressed in your best costume yet, and you've got a bag just waiting to be filled with candy. The first house you see is dark, but the porch light is on, flickering on and off, on and off. Every time it flickers back on, it illuminates a bowl of candy filled to overflowing.

You carefully approach and, after a moment, shove your hand in and come out with a handful of treats. The bowl is still full, so you take another handful and add both to your bag before going on your way....

This event's prompts are a bit like that: A big bowl of candy set out on Halloween night for eager trick-o-treaters! You can take as many or as few prompts as you like! You can mix them and match them! You can combine different categories! You can use just that one single prompt that speaks to you, or find inspiration in ten! Whatever your heart desires!

The prompts are broken up into three categories: words, quotes, and images. The words are also broken up into further sub-groups based around a specific genre or type of horror: slasher, gothic, ghost stories, and creature features.

Each quote prompt comes from a horror book, while each image comes from a film (which do not need to be watched in order to use the prompt, though I have provided watch options). Below the cut is a text version of each prompt, as well as the names of the films the visual prompts come from and a larger version of the image. TW: spiders and dead bodies/body horror.

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Words

Slasher

Blood

Organs

Flesh

Teeth

Bones

Eyes

Nails

Gothic

Dread

Cold

Sick

Eerie

Rot

Bleak

Shadow

Loneliness

Ghost Stories

Haunted

Possessed

Hunger

Darkness

Cursed

Nightmares

Whispers

Creature Feature

Vampires

Ghosts

Shape-shifters

Werewolves

Demons

Zombies

Quotes

"We ask only to be reassured about the noises in the cellar and the window that should not have been open." ―The Family Reunion, TS Eliot

"Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. so you keep your eyes closed at the end. you don't want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before it's oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. you just know it." ―The Ritual*, Adam Nevill

“When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing.” ― Fledgling, Octavia E. Butler

“But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.” ― White Is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi

"I do not love men. I love what devours them." ―Prometheus Illbound, Andre Gide

"I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster[…] And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside." ―The Haunting of Hill House*, Shirely Jackson

"I have meanness inside me, real as an organ." ―Dark Places, Gillian Flynn

"Night was a different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror." ―The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Guy de Maupassant

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted. one need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place." Emily Dickinson

*The Ritual has been adapted into a film which is available to watch on Netflix. The Haunting of Hill House has many adaptations including the 1963 film The Haunting, the 1999 film of the same name, the Netflix show The Haunting of Hill House, which is more inspired by than a true adaptation.

Images

Raw (2016): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A coming of age horror drama following a young vegetarian as she starts her first year of college at a school for veterinarian medicine. Her older sister attends the school as well, and during a hazing ceremony, she is forced to eat raw rabbit kidneys. The next day she is sick from food poisoning. As the film progresses, her craving for meat grows but it's not enough to cooked animal meat... [TW: animal death, cannibalism, blood, body horror such as injury]

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016): (Available with Amazon Premium* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following the unidentified corpse of Jane Doe to a father-son morgue. Her body was found at the scene of a gruesome crime, and the police want to know how she died immediately. The father and owner of the morgue intends to stay late to perform the autopsy, and his son stays with him. But what they find within Jane Doe is anything but the standard cause of death... [TW: animal death, blood, body horror, flashing lights]

Umma (2022): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following a Korean woman and her daughter living on a farm. The woman has been keeping secrets from her daughter, secrets about her childhood, about her mother, but when the woman's mother dies the secrets don't stay secrets for long... [TW: child abuse, animal death, bees]

The Amittyville Horror (1979): (Available on Hulu, Amazon, and other platforms* // Trailer) Based on the 1977 book of the same name, the film follows the story of a family living in a haunted house that is believed to have led to the murder of the previous family. Though the murders themselves are based on a true story, whether the house was haunted remains to be seen, but Amityville has been a cultural horror since... [TW: blood, gore, insects]

The Others (2001): (Available on Amazon Prime* // Trailer) A gothic, supernatural and psychological horror film following a woman and her two children, living in a large manor in 1945. The windows in the house are all covered, as the children suffer from a rare photosensitivity and cannot be in the sunlight. Grace hires a new housekeeper, groundskeeper, and maid. When odd things begin to happen in the house, Grace begins to fear the presence of 'the others'... [TW: child abuse, mentions of WWII]

Arachnophobia (1990): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A natural horror comedy that starts in Venezuela, where an entomologist is doing research. While there, a never-before seen tarantula is discovered and samples are taken back to camp for stud. Unbeknownst to the team, another one of these tarantulas hitch hikes its way back to camp and slips into the bed of an unsuspecting photographer, who is ailing from a fever. When he's found dead, no one suspects anything and his body is packed in a crate for shipping back to his hometown and a proper burial. But before his body is shipped, the tarantula hitches yet another ride, leaving its home in the forest to make for the small town of Canaima, California... [TW: spiders, death by spider]

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A gothic romance, the story follows a young au pair to Bly Manor. She's gone to England to escape from something that haunts her, only to stumble upon strange things at Bly... [TW: implications of past child abuse, Bury Your Gays, drowning, dissociation]

*All above listed films, including The Ritual, The Haunting (1963 & 1999), and The Haunting of Hill House are available for free here.

[fics-n-stuff]

A Nice Christmas

Thanks to @gayhistorynerd for the prompt, see here (I kind of deviated from it a little maybe a lot but the story still stemmed from this prompt)

Pairing: Wilhelm × Simon

Summary: Wilhelm may have denied being in the sex tape, but that doesn't mean that the world has forgotten. The Christmas break proves to be difficult for both Simon and Wilhelm, one suffering from ongoing harassment and the other feeling completely isolated, and they find that they can't help but be drawn back to each other.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This took me so long to write because I got writer's block right after I started it. This doesn't have a super happy ending because I wanted to try and keep it pretty realistic, but it is pretty sweet and wholesome.

Taglist: @probablyprocrastinatingrightnow @rika90 @angelwilhelm

Wilhelm had never felt more alone than he did being home for Christmas break. He spent as much time as was physically possible holed up in his bedroom, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially not his mother. He hadn’t turned his phone on for three days, he had bitten his nails down to the nailbeds and he hardly had any appetite. The ache in his chest was constant and unyielding.

He lay in the dark most of the time, his curtains closed throughout the day and only sometimes opened at night to let the moonlight in. Besides that, he didn’t have much idea of how time was passing.

He did know that it was Christmas eve though. And it must be the morning because nobody had come to drag him out of his bedroom to join the celebrations. A cursory peek around the curtain confirmed that, as Wilhelm saw that the sun hadn’t even fully risen yet.

A deep breath settled the stone in his stomach, and he reached for his phone with a shaky hand.

When the device turned on it immediately started going crazy with notifications, and Wilhelm felt his heart rate increase with every buzz.

5 messages from August

Ignore.

10 messages from Mamma

Ignore.

2 missed calls from Felice

Wilhelm paused in swiping away the notifications. Felice had called him twice and sent him three messages. He clicked on the message notification, sitting back against the wall and holding in a breath without realising it.

Felice: Hey Wille, how are you feeling being home?

Felice: I just wanted to check in but I can’t get a hold of you, I hope you’re doing alright

Felice: You probably don’t want to talk but you can call or text me whenever you do

Wilhelm sighed. Of all the people that he thought that he could depend on, Felice was the only one that he still had. He swallowed the lump in his throat and called her back.

It rang for a while before she answered, and he’d almost decided to hang up the call when it stopped ringing.

“Wille, good morning.” Felice greeted, cheerful but clearly tired. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, merry Christmas Felice.” Wilhelm replied feebly. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about something?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t know, I just... I don’t know.” He stuttered, wrapping his free arm around himself.

“Okay, well, what are your plans for today?”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t really been talking to anyone. What, uh, what are your plans?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual. We’ll watch Kalle Anka's Jul and play some games before dinner, then we’ll open presents.” She explained. The tinny sound of her voice through the phone was actually quite calming.

“What about for the rest of the break?”

“Um, I’m going to New York to see Maddie for New Year, so that’ll be fun. And I’m going back to Bjärstad on Boxing Day to see Sara. I’m gonna stay there just for one night.”

“So you’ve been talking to Sara a lot then?” Wilhelm questioned, moving to bite at his almost non-existent nails.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Has she said anything about Simon? Do you know if he’s alright?” His words came out more rushed than he had intended. Clearly, he was more eager for some sort of information on Simon than he had thought.

“Um, she hasn’t said much but I think he’s pretty okay.” Felice replied, but it was followed by a small sigh that let Wilhelm know that there was more to the story. “Sara says that things have mostly gone back to normal, but Simon goes out a lot less and she’s had to make her Instagram private. I think they’ve had a few people show up at their house.”

Wilhelm swallowed hard, a feeling of guilt crawling under his skin. Simon’s Instagram account had been private ever since the video had been leaked, so it seemed that now people had found Sara’s too. They had attention on them that they had never signed up for, and Wilhelm knew that it was his fault and he felt terrible for that.

“Okay.” He replied shakily. There was a short silence before Felice spoke again.

“How are you, Wilhelm? Really?” She asked.

“Lonely.” He answered. “Listen, I have to go. I need to take a shower before someone comes demanding that I take part in the Christmas celebrations.”

“Alright well, call me back whenever, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye, Felice.”

“Bye, Wille. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Wilhelm ran a hand over his face, letting out a groan of frustration and sadness. Why couldn’t he just be a normal kid?

He stared down at his phone in his lap, gnawing at the nail of his right thumb in contemplation. With a shaking breath and trembling fingers, he picked it back up, opened his conversation with Simon and typed a short message. He dropped his phone in mild panic as soon as he hit send, and rubbed his hand over his chest as he took a deep, steadying breath.

+ + +

“Simon, wake up. Rosh and Ayub will be here soon.” Sara’s voice stirred Simon from his sleep and he rolled over to look at her. She was already dressed.

“What time is it?” He asked with a yawn.

“Nine o’clock. Get up and come help with breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up.”

Sara rolled her eyes and left the room, and Simon reached out to his bedside table blindly until his hand landed on his phone. He squinted at the screen as he sat up, faltering when he saw the notification on the screen.

Wilhelm: Merry Christmas Simon

He felt his heart race as he stared at the screen, only snapping out of it when he heard Sara shouting at him from downstairs. He blinked, dropped his phone and set about getting dressed.

Every Christmas eve since they were ten, Simon, Sara, Rosh and Ayub would have breakfast together and then go for a long walk. It was tradition for them at this point, but Simon found himself unable to feel excited for it this year. It was all well and good to pretend like life was going on as normal, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable when people stared at him everywhere he went.

Rosh and Ayub arrived just as he and Sara were finishing up making breakfast, and they exchanged Christmas well-wishes as they sat down to eat.

“You’re being real quiet over there, Simme. You alright?” Ayub asked after a while, and Simon realised that he’d been completely zoned out.

“Sorry, just thinking.”

“About Wilhelm?” Sara questioned. Simon pushed a bite of food into his mouth and shrugged.

“You have to move on, Simon.” Rosh said. “I know you care about him but he’s not worth all the trouble that he comes with.”

“I know. That’s why I ended things.” He replied. “It still sucks though.”

“You’ll get over him eventually.” Sara told him, putting a comforting hand on his for a few seconds before going back to her food. Simon smiled slightly.

He didn’t tell them about the text.

Despite all of that, he was in high spirits when they set out for their walk, happily joking and laughing with his friends, and they made it half an hour before he heard the first comment.

“That’s the guy from the sex tape.” Muttered a girl to her friend as they passed, and Simon felt the smile fall from his face.

“Just ignore them.” Sara told him, wrapping an arm around one of his. He nodded, but it had gotten to him. For the rest of their walk from that point, Simon felt like every person that they passed was looking at him and judging him.

They walked both Rosh and Ayub back to their houses before heading back to theirs just a bit past noon. They had almost gotten home when they were approached by a group of teenagers probably slightly younger than them.

“Are you the guy from that viral sex tape?” One of the boys asked unabashedly, the group coming right up in front of Simon and Sara and blocking their path.

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that.” Simon replied stiffly, still trying to be polite.

“Oh my god, it is him!” A girl exclaimed.

“Was it actually the crown prince in the video?” Another chimed. Simon felt lightheaded.

“He already said that it wasn’t.” He deflected, trying to sidestep the group.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of people that don’t actually believe him.” The girl laughed; actually laughed, as if this hadn’t been an earth shattering event for Simon.

“If it wasn’t Prince Wilhelm then who was it in the video?” A boy asked, and that was when Simon spotted the phone filming him and his stomach dropped.

“I’m not discussing my sex life with a bunch of strangers.” He scoffed in disbelief, shouldering his way past the group with Sara close behind him. “Please leave me alone.”

“You could just tell us if it was actually the prince or not.” One of them pressed, the group now following after Simon. “If it wasn’t him then you don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh my god, did the royal family pay you off? Did they make you sign an NDA!?”

“Were you, like, boyfriends? Or was it just a hookup?”

Simon kept walking, keeping his head down and not answering any of the questions being hurled at him. He could sense that Sara was just as tense beside him. The group followed them for a full block before Simon finally lost his cool and came to a dead stop, turning to face them.

“I’m not going to answer your questions. The fact that you’re following me is not going to make me answer your questions. I’ve had my privacy majorly invaded once already and now you’re invading it again. I’m trying to enjoy Christmas with my sister and you’re chasing me with a camera, I’m sick of people harassing me.” He fumed, making sure to meet the eye of every one of them at some point. “Whatever you choose to believe is not my problem. It doesn’t matter whether you think that the crown prince is telling the truth or you choose to make up some type of theory, I deserve my privacy.”

He didn’t wait for any type of response before he turned around and walked away, thankful to find that they weren’t going to follow him anymore.

“You handled that well.” Sara said quietly once they had turned the next corner. Simon didn’t reply.

When they got home, he went straight upstairs without a word. He slammed his bedroom door shut and buried his face in his pillow, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

By that same evening, the video was viral.

+ + +

I bet that girl was right and the royal family made him sign an NDA

If he didn’t want people to think it was the prince he would have just said that it wasn’t so either the prince was lying or this guy is seeking attention

He’s literally a kid why can’t people just leave him alone??

I don’t care if it was the prince in the tape or not, this guy is hot

The way he said that people are making up theories makes me think that it actually wasn’t the prince in the video

I feel bad for this guy, getting followed around like that must suck

Wilhelm scrolled through the captions and comments on the seemingly endless posts of the video of Simon, feeling like somebody had a vice grip on his heart.

The first time he saw the video had been right after Christmas Eve dinner. He’d had a full blown panic attack and locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour. When he came out, his mother had tried to talk to him about the politics of the situation and he had immediately retreated into his bedroom once again. He missed Erik desperately.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, he'd only gotten about three hours of broken, fitful sleep all night, and now he couldn’t pry himself away from his phone. He knew that it was bad for him, he knew that it was making him feel terrible, but he wanted to know what people were saying.

He had been hesitant to text Simon, especially since he hadn’t received a reply to the merry Christmas text that he had sent in the morning, but in the end he mustered the courage to reach out. He had asked how Simon was doing and apologised for getting him into this situation. He wasn’t surprised when no answer came.

Christmas day was proving to be probably the worst day of Christmas break for Wilhelm. His chest felt like it was bursting open and like it was an empty chasm at the same time. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, he didn’t respond to the knocks that came at his door. He felt like he was trapped in a glass box and someone was shaking it.

Wilhelm didn’t know how long he had been scrolling through multiple different social media platforms when his phone buzzed in his hand and an incoming call appeared on the screen. He faltered, sitting up and almost dropping his phone, when he saw that it was Simon. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Simon?” He croaked.

“Hi, Wilhelm.” The reply came through the phone, and Wilhelm felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“Hi. H-how are you.” He fumbled, and Simon sighed on the other end.

“I’m okay, I guess. As okay as I can be after... well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“This wasn’t your fault, Wille.” Simon muttered. “I just wish things were different.”

“Why, um... why did you call?” Wilhelm asked. There was a short stretch of silence that rung in his ears before Simon answered.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.” He confessed, and Wilhelm couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled at his lips. “Honestly, I was kind of surprised that you didn’t delete my number or something.”

“Why would I have done that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that you weren’t supposed to have any ties with me since you said that it wasn’t you in the video.” Wilhelm winced at that.

“It's not like my contacts list is available to the public.” He replied, trying to keep his tone light. “I’m not gonna let that kind of thing get in my head again.”

“Is your mum mad?” Simon asked, and now it was Wilhelm’s turn to sigh.

“I’m not sure, I kind of shut myself in my room so that I wouldn’t have to deal with her.” He answered tiredly. “How is your family?”

“Uh, shaken. Sara’s off in her own world with her sketchbooks and mamá can’t go for more than an hour without checking on us both, but we’re handling it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

There was a silence again. Wilhelm ran his hand across his leg, back and forth in a soothing motion, not sure what he should say but not wanting the conversation to finish. In the end, Simon spoke first.

“Did you mean it, what you said before you left for the break?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, I did.” Wilhelm answered without hesitation. “I know it wasn’t a good time to say it, and you probably didn’t want to hear it, but I just had to say it out loud. At least once.”

Silence again. Wilhelm heard Simon sigh, and pursed his lips nervously.

“I miss you.” Simon said.

“I miss you too.” Wilhelm replied with a nervous yet relieved chuckle. “I miss you a lot.”

Another pause.

“Where do we go from here, Wille?” Simon whispered.

“I don’t know.” Wilhelm mumbled. “But I... I want to fix this. Or at least just try to fix it. You don’t deserve to be harassed like this, and it’s my fault and I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault.” Simon reassured with a sigh. “It was everything else. We still didn’t do anything wrong, and that includes you.”

“No, I did. I promised we would be in this together and I broke that promise.”

“I understand why you did it. And I’m not mad at you. Honestly, having thought about it, you probably made the best decision for my sake too. I mean, I’m getting harassed enough as it is already. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you had told the truth.”

“I’m still sorry anyway.” Wilhelm said softly, and Simon chuckled. “So, um, Felice told me she was visiting Bjärstad tomorrow.”

“Yeah, her and Sara have gotten close. It’s nice, you know, that Sara’s made friends. And Felice is cool.”

“Yeah, she’s great.”

There was silence again, and Wilhelm bit at his nails thinking that Simon was done with the conversation.

“Are you alright, Wille?” Simon asked after a while. “I know this is your first Christmas without Erik, and I guess things with your mum might be a little... well, I just hope you’re okay.”

Wilhelm swallowed. He could lie, pretend he was fine and wave away Simon’s concerns, but he knew the lie probably wouldn’t hold up. Or he could tell the truth and admit how painfully lonely he was, how much he hated being home because the palace felt empty without Erik and how much he longed to be with Simon with every fibre of his being.

“I’m coping.” He sighed, settling for a middle ground of vagueness. “It’s lonely here. The ceilings feel too high.”

“Have you had stuff to do?”

“No, not really. I haven’t really been in the mood for Christmas, but I guess none of us are particularly festive this year anyway.”

“Would you - I mean, if you would even be allowed to, but maybe if you could – would you want to come down here for a day?” Simon asked, and Wilhelm could just picture him fidgeting nervously as he stumbled over his words. The image brought a smile to his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He answered softly. “I’ll try and convince my parents.”

+ + +

Going to Simon’s house had been an absolute no go with his parents. “Just too risky” his mother had said. However, with enough persistence, he managed to wear them down to a compromise.

That was how he ended up in a car on his way back to Hillerska the day after Boxing Day. While Simon’s house had been absolutely off the table, it would be easy enough to get back to Hillerska without being seen. The only people who were there during the break were security and the people who came to take care of the horses.

He had been worried at first that the inconvenience of it would make Simon not want to bother, but when he texted to ask if it was okay he had been met with a quick agreement.

A security guard unlocked the door for him when they arrived, sworn to secrecy of course, and he headed up to his room to wait. He didn’t realise he was biting his nails until there was a knock at the door and he was knocked out of his anxious thoughts.

The door opened slowly, and Wilhelm felt like all of the air was knocked out of his body when he saw Simon step inside, dressed in his beloved purple hoodie under the coat that he took off and draped over the back of a chair that was within reach. The door clicked shut behind him, and silence hung in the air.

“Hey.” Simon greeted finally, and Wilhelm took a deep breath as if he was just remembering how to breathe at all.

“Hey.” He echoed. “How are you?”

“Better.” Simon nodded. “Did you get into a fight with your parents?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Wilhelm muttered. “It’s fine though.”

Simon crossed the room and took a seat beside Wilhelm on the edge of the bed, a good few inches of space between them. It felt like miles.

“You look tired.” Simon commented.

“I’ve been having a hard time sleeping.” Wilhelm replied weakly, eyes downcast, fidgeting with his hands. “I get that way sometimes. It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

He looked over to find Simon watching him, and he practically crumbled under his gaze. He took a very unsteady breath and shook his head.

“No, it sucks.” He mumbled. His hand drifted back up to his mouth and he gnawed on the nail of his thumb nervously.

“Wille, you’re bleeding.” Simon said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his mouth. Wilhelm looked down at his thumb and saw a bit of blood pooling in the side of the nailbed, becoming aware of the taste of it on his tongue.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

“How much have you been biting your nails?” Simon questioned, pulling Wilhelm’s hand towards him to get a look at them. Every nail was jagged and uneven, bitten down to stubs. The skin around them had been bitten at too.

“I don’t know, I do it without realising.” Wilhelm shrugged. “Probably a lot.” He resisted the urge to curl his fingers around Simon’s hand and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

“You shouldn’t have to bottle everything in, you’re destroying yourself.” Simon murmured.

“I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Wilhelm’s voice broke halfway through his sentence, a single tear managing to fight its way from his eye. “I used to be able to talk to Erik about at least some of it but now he’s gone and I don’t have anyone, and sometimes it feels like the ground is falling out from under me and I just don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t notice that he was hyperventilating until Simon pulled him into his arms. Wilhelm’s chest was tight, rising and falling rapidly against Simon’s body. Simon's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and Wilhelm was suddenly overwhelmed with how much he had been craving a hug as his hands grasped at the back of Simon’s hoodie and he hid his face in the crook of Simon’s neck.

Wilhelm had always been told not to cry. Ever since he was a child, whenever he began to cry he was told to stop. The seed had planted itself in him when he was very young, but the fear of letting himself cry didn’t truly grow until he once saw an article in a tabloid. He was barely eleven and he had fallen and hurt himself at an event. He had hardly cried, just a few tears and red cheeks, but the tabloid had had plenty to say about it. He hadn’t let himself properly cry since, except for when Erik died. Even then, he had waited until he was completely alone before he let his weakness show. But now, with Simon, he felt an overwhelming need to let his tears fall.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into Simon’s shoulder. He could feel the tears coming out of his eyes but they weren’t falling down his face, instead absorbing into the fabric of Simon’s hoodie.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothed, a hand moving up to stroke over the Wilhelm’s hair.

“I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a prince.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to feel normal. Just for once.” Wilhelm said through his tears. “You made me feel normal.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, sympathetic. He loosened his hold on Wilhelm and leaned back, sliding the hand that was on the back of Wilhelm’s head forward to rest against his cheek.

“You made me feel normal too.” He replied softly. “At school I was a social outcast because I’m not rich, and at home I have to take care of my mom and Sara. When I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to take care of anyone or watch where I was stepping. Well, except that one night.” Wilhelm huffed a slight laugh at the comment, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. “I’ve never seen you cry before.” Simon commented.

“I’m not supposed to.” Wilhelm replied with an awkward chuckle, his head tipping forward in embarrassment. Simon sighed through his nose and lightly touched his forehead to Wilhelm’s.

“You have to cry sometimes, Wille. Everyone cries.”

“I’m not supposed to be everyone.”

“Okay, but sometimes you need to stop worrying about what you’re supposed to be.” Simon told him. “I know you know that.”

Wilhelm took a deep breath. This close to Simon’s face, he could feel his breathing too. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t know if that would be okay. He nodded slightly, covering Simon’s hand on his cheek with his own.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

When Simon leaned forward and connected their lips Wilhelm responded automatically, though it took his brain a few seconds to catch up. Once his brain did catch up, his hand took hold of the back of Simon’s neck and pulled him impossibly closer, holding onto this moment like it was his last. Maybe it would be the last time he got to kiss Simon; he couldn’t know. He hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Simon said when they broke apart.

“Thanks for wanting to see me at all.” Wilhelm replied. “I really missed you.”

Simon hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips. He watched Wilhelm for a few moments before kicking off his shoes.

“Come here.” He said, shuffling over the bed towards the wall. Wilhelm followed suit and allowed himself to be guided down to a lying position, Simon’s chest against his back and arm around his waist. “You need to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the day.” Wilhelm protested, weak as the protest may have been.

“People have naps all the time, and you know that you need it.” Simon said firmly, adjusting the pillow under his head with his free arm and finding Wilhelm's hand to hold in the other. “It doesn’t have to be for long, okay?”

“Okay.” Wilhelm nodded, feeling suddenly very relaxed. He took a deep breath settling into the comfort and warmth of Simon’s body around his as his eyes fell shut. “This is nice.” He mumbled after a while.

“Yeah.” Simon agreed softly. “Go to sleep, Wille.”

It wasn’t long until he felt Wilhelm’s breathing change, signifying that he had fallen asleep. He smiled, fondly but with an edge of sadness to it, and pressed a light kiss to Wilhelm’s shoulder before closing his own eyes. They would deal with the rest of the world when they woke up.