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How do I promote my fanfics and get them attention on ao3? Also how do I keep my fics from flopping?
you just write whatever you want, however you want. because ao3 is not a social media platform like tiktok or instagram. it’s an archive. there’s no algorithm, no going viral, no popularity contests. and writing fanfic is a hobby, it’s about passion and the joy of writing. it’s not a form of content farming.
this does not mean you should never promote your fics. obviously, you can promote them on tumblr and/or other social media platforms. seriously, promote them as many times as you want. you can use catchy summaries that will grab people’s interest too.
that said, the best way you can make sure your works reach the right target audiences is by tagging them truthfully and properly on ao3.
also, this is very important, don’t tag things that are not actually in your works for visibility, because we don’t do that on ao3 and chances are that, at best, you will just drive your audiences away once they realize you mistag things for visibility. at worst, someone will report your works for it.
Here's a snippet for what I had in mind for each idea.
Yandere! Vivian Banshee x Yandere! Female! Reader
Premise: The typical trope wherein the other didn't know the other was a yandere and they slowly fall in love for one another.
Yandere! Jane Doe x Female! Reader
Premise: Typical yandere girlfriend being possessive with the reader to the point that she wants her girlfriend to look presentable akin to acting like a doll, she wants her girlfriend to dress like a doll and act like a doll.
Here's a snippet for what I had in mind for each idea.
Yandere! Vivian Banshee x Yandere! Female! Reader
Premise: The typical trope wherein the other didn't know the other was a yandere and they slowly fall in love for one another.
Yandere! Jane Doe x Female! Reader
Premise: Typical yandere girlfriend being possessive with the reader to the point that she wants her girlfriend to look presentable akin to acting like a doll, she wants her girlfriend to dress like a doll and act like a doll.
One Piece! Various × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Chapter Inspired by The Room Where It Happens || Assisted by @mimsdoesstuff and @dawnsarchive
➢ Description : The fourth maiden is often underestimated by her peers, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and countless masks. Raised in a world with psychological danger, she learned to shield herself from attachment and harm. With an uncanny ability to read between the lines and always on guard, her true strength lies in what she conceals.
➢ Word Count : 1,634
➢ Link : Masterlist
Episode 01┊ The Island of Proud Women, Pastiche Island!
Pastiche Island is an island known for its women. The women are indeed beautiful, and smart, yet they are untouchable. Why you may ask? Because they are perfect. They are the crème de la crème for women around the world; the only women that could rival them are women from Amazon Lily. The only difference between the two is class: Pastiche women are poised and elegant while the Amazon Lily women are powerful and wild.
Pastiche Island may be small but it is divided into 4 factions, based on their respective Maidens specialty and class status. Each faction reflects a part of their Maiden’s values, personality, and principles; which is practiced not only by the Maiden but by the citizens themselves.
The First Faction is ruled by Maiden Rosaceae, Lilith. A beautiful bronze woman with white luscious long locks with the tips of her locks colored pink, as she adorned her hair with gold. As for her entire body is wrapped in gold and white fabric, the same can be said with the first faction, it's a direct reflection of their maiden, the streets and buildings were white as her robes except for the occasional flashy gold that gilded the buildings, as though the faction were practicing kintsugi. Under Lilith’s rule, the First Faction flourished for being the most expansive: Filled with shipyards, explorers' guilds, and grand libraries line the coast to encourage education amongst the citizens. Most of the citizens here are renowned adventurers and the finest storytellers.
The Second Faction is ruled by Maiden Ringelblume, Emilia. A well-built tanned woman with tangerine colored hair though her blond roots were showing, her hair styled half up buns and half down. It's common you see her stained in oil or smelling like machinery; the same can be said of her faction which smells of machinery and oil. The Second Faction is a city of innovation, which perpetually smells of grease and steel: Laboratories, observatories, and workshops pulse with activity. The architecture is functional, precise every angle calculated, every surface efficient.
The Third Faction is ruled by Maiden Lotus, Yīng-qǐ. A woman with soft, narrow eyes with silver hair that frames her face, she frequently wears an elegant qipao. The Third Faction is the intellectual heart of Pastiche Island, filled with libraries, debate halls, and courts of law dominate the landscape. Citizens here are trained in logic, rhetoric, and governance.
Lastly, the Fourth Faction is ruled by Kadupul, Y/N. Now 14 after six years of reigning the Fourth Faction. She's a Maiden who wore a signature blank look, along with her asymmetrical gown that wore her signature colors. She is devoid of any emotion yet the Fourth Faction is a complete opposite of her monochrome pallette, it's a haven of creativity: painters, musicians, sculptors, and writers thrive here. The buildings are adorned with vibrant murals, the streets filled with the sounds of practice and performance.
At the moment, the maidens are all gathered in the 1st Faction except for Maiden Y/N who was intentionally left in the dark about the gathering of the Maidens. Unbeknownst to them, she knew of it but chose to feign ignorance in favor of the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’.
Lilith stood tall amongst the gilded marble stairs, her back against her fellow maidens as she stared down at the window that overlooked the First Faction. For a moment, she took in the world before her, then she voiced with conviction, "Perfection isn’t optional for us Maidens, it's everything yet it’s a perfection built on contradiction.”
Everyone looked up at the First Maiden, each of their eyes following her movement, as though awaiting for miniscule mistake on her end, yet, none arose as she moved with her usual grace. “They want us, fragile, weak, trembling behind men, as if that’s all we are. But women are nothing like that.”
“Cut the crap.” The tangerine-haired girl bluntly spoke up, her fellow maidens glared at her brashness.
Though the silver-haired woman across her recovered quickly as she turned to Lilith with a wary look that they were both all too familiar with, “Sister Lilith, what's the meeting about? We usually set meetings with every Maiden present yet Sister Y/N is excluded, mind enlightening us?”
“The meeting is about her.”
The room went cold as ice. Everyone knew this was the room where it happened where the elephant had to be addressed. Yīng-qǐ gulped, and for once, Emilia behaved. She even straightened her back instead of slouching. Still, Lilith had her back turned against them, looking out the window as though she were searching for something.
“Progress meeting on the Fourth Faction then?” Emilia replied though it came out more as a question rather than a reply.
To which, Lilith sighed and dismissed with a wave of her hand then turned to her fellow Maidens, “Yes, let’s start off with that.”
For a moment, both Emilia and Yīng-qǐ instinctively glanced at each other. No words were spoken but they could feel something was amiss. Yet neither could pinpoint what it was exactly but it definitely had something to do with Y/N.
“Based on recent data, the once poorest of the poor faction is now a thriving and diverse faction under her reign, which is an impressive feat for someone like her.” Lilith shared as she carelessly discarded the monthly report that Y/N made, just like how she clearly showed her clear disdain for her.
“Yeah, I didn't think that dump would be liveable till now.” Emilia admitted casually, "And she's only 14 still a child when she took the title, and look at what she's done.”
Whilst, Yīng-qǐ chose her words carefully wanting to tread lightly, after all this was not only a gossip amongst women, “Admittedly, its an unexpected but a pleasant feat nonetheless, it should be celebrated.”
“Celebrated? Celebrated?” Lilith scoffed.
The white room marbled with gold and different shades of white muddled into one thing, a cold room. The First Maiden’s anger was visibly emanating from her, her conqueror's haki coursing through the room coloring it with tendrils of black along with cackles of electricity.
Emilia side-eyed older Maiden across her, throwing her an accusatory look for setting off the First Maiden.
“Oh, It's not meant to be celebrated, she hasn't eaten the corpse.” The white-haired maiden hissed.
Now, what is this corpse they speak of, you may ask? It's the corpse of Bloody Mary, the cannibalistic tyrant that once ruled Pastiche Island. She's well known as the woman who committed a thousand crimes at her peak. She even ate her own people after making them beg for mercy, then wore her tattoos of crime like badges of honor. It is said if an individual were to eat the corpse then they would attain Bloody Mary's powers.
“She's refused to eat it, ever since she found out about it. Even the sacrifice turned into her quote unquote brother.” Lilith seethed, her perfectly plucked brows were knitted along with her eyes narrowing at the seat where the Fourth Maiden usually sat.
“Have you tried telling her it’s part of our duties as Maidens?”
Lilith glares at the Third Maiden, “What do you think?” immediately that shuts up Yīng-qǐ.
“Sister Y/N is allowing herself to be weak because of her foolish principles, instead of doing her job. She's nearing perfection yet straying from it and it is driving me insane!” The white-haired woman fumed as each word left her lips, her demand for perfection getting to her.
“Sister Lilith, mind you, she did not react well to the first two stages for the rite of passage. Her durability decreased and we almost killed her. I believe it's best to let her just… live.” Yīng-qǐ trailed off, though she sounded unsure of her own answer as well. Though that may have to do with Lilith still glaring at her that made her trail off.
“I think we should replace her, if she can't fulfill her role as a Maiden then, find someone better than her.” Emilia suggested.
Lilith massaging her temple, “How do you propose we do that?”
Emilia opened and closed her mouth, she realized that was not as easy as she realized. To be a Maiden means being the best of the best. There are tests that children aged from 8-12 take, the Pastiche government picks out which is the most exceptional candidate based on the government’s standard. Emilia (12) and Y/N (8) were from the same batch yet, their fellow contestants were all picked off due to imperfections. If they were to look for potential replacements it would take longer, and the replacements might be too young who would need more training. Plus, there's no one to substitute for the Fourth Maiden, especially not with the apprentice Y/N chose.
Lilith saw realization dawned on Emilia, “Exactly, it can't be done. The Fourth Faction is almost perfect, the only problem is the pinnacle of their perfection is refusing to be perfect.”
“Like I said earlier, perfection is a must for us, it's not optional yet, she's defying everything about Pastiche.”
Everyone went deathly quiet as they realized why she had been monologuing about perfection. It wasn’t about virtue or pride; it was about their image as Maidens. Lilith demanded perfection because it gave her control, and the fact she couldn’t control Y/N was getting under her skin.
“Well, it seems we have found ourselves at a draw. Both out of ideas and both out of options.” The Third Maiden sighed realising they were at an impasse.
“Well, I wouldn't say an impasse.” The white-haired maiden smirked, her gaze on Yīng-qǐ. “If we can't find a way to make her, we’ll make it look like an accident.”
“And finally, Pastiche Island will be perfect.”
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Here's a snippet for what I had in mind for each idea.
Yandere! Vivian Banshee x Yandere! Female! Reader
Premise: The typical trope wherein the other didn't know the other was a yandere and they slowly fall in love for one another.
Yandere! Jane Doe x Female! Reader
Premise: Typical yandere girlfriend being possessive with the reader to the point that she wants her girlfriend to look presentable akin to acting like a doll, she wants her girlfriend to dress like a doll and act like a doll.
One Piece! Various × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Chapter Inspired by The Room Where It Happens || Assisted by @mimsdoesstuff and @dawnsarchive
➢ Description : The fourth maiden is often underestimated by her peers, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and countless masks. Raised in a world with psychological danger, she learned to shield herself from attachment and harm. With an uncanny ability to read between the lines and always on guard, her true strength lies in what she conceals.
➢ Word Count : 1,634
➢ Link : Masterlist
Episode 01┊ The Island of Proud Women, Pastiche Island!
Pastiche Island is an island known for its women. The women are indeed beautiful, and smart, yet they are untouchable. Why you may ask? Because they are perfect. They are the crème de la crème for women around the world; the only women that could rival them are women from Amazon Lily. The only difference between the two is class: Pastiche women are poised and elegant while the Amazon Lily women are powerful and wild.
Pastiche Island may be small but it is divided into 4 factions, based on their respective Maidens specialty and class status. Each faction reflects a part of their Maiden’s values, personality, and principles; which is practiced not only by the Maiden but by the citizens themselves.
The First Faction is ruled by Maiden Rosaceae, Lilith. A beautiful bronze woman with white luscious long locks with the tips of her locks colored pink, as she adorned her hair with gold. As for her entire body is wrapped in gold and white fabric, the same can be said with the first faction, it's a direct reflection of their maiden, the streets and buildings were white as her robes except for the occasional flashy gold that gilded the buildings, as though the faction were practicing kintsugi. Under Lilith’s rule, the First Faction flourished for being the most expansive: Filled with shipyards, explorers' guilds, and grand libraries line the coast to encourage education amongst the citizens. Most of the citizens here are renowned adventurers and the finest storytellers.
The Second Faction is ruled by Maiden Ringelblume, Emilia. A well-built tanned woman with tangerine colored hair though her blond roots were showing, her hair styled half up buns and half down. It's common you see her stained in oil or smelling like machinery; the same can be said of her faction which smells of machinery and oil. The Second Faction is a city of innovation, which perpetually smells of grease and steel: Laboratories, observatories, and workshops pulse with activity. The architecture is functional, precise every angle calculated, every surface efficient.
The Third Faction is ruled by Maiden Lotus, Yīng-qǐ. A woman with soft, narrow eyes with silver hair that frames her face, she frequently wears an elegant qipao. The Third Faction is the intellectual heart of Pastiche Island, filled with libraries, debate halls, and courts of law dominate the landscape. Citizens here are trained in logic, rhetoric, and governance.
Lastly, the Fourth Faction is ruled by Kadupul, Y/N. Now 14 after six years of reigning the Fourth Faction. She's a Maiden who wore a signature blank look, along with her asymmetrical gown that wore her signature colors. She is devoid of any emotion yet the Fourth Faction is a complete opposite of her monochrome pallette, it's a haven of creativity: painters, musicians, sculptors, and writers thrive here. The buildings are adorned with vibrant murals, the streets filled with the sounds of practice and performance.
At the moment, the maidens are all gathered in the 1st Faction except for Maiden Y/N who was intentionally left in the dark about the gathering of the Maidens. Unbeknownst to them, she knew of it but chose to feign ignorance in favor of the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’.
Lilith stood tall amongst the gilded marble stairs, her back against her fellow maidens as she stared down at the window that overlooked the First Faction. For a moment, she took in the world before her, then she voiced with conviction, "Perfection isn’t optional for us Maidens, it's everything yet it’s a perfection built on contradiction.”
Everyone looked up at the First Maiden, each of their eyes following her movement, as though awaiting for miniscule mistake on her end, yet, none arose as she moved with her usual grace. “They want us, fragile, weak, trembling behind men, as if that’s all we are. But women are nothing like that.”
“Cut the crap.” The tangerine-haired girl bluntly spoke up, her fellow maidens glared at her brashness.
Though the silver-haired woman across her recovered quickly as she turned to Lilith with a wary look that they were both all too familiar with, “Sister Lilith, what's the meeting about? We usually set meetings with every Maiden present yet Sister Y/N is excluded, mind enlightening us?”
“The meeting is about her.”
The room went cold as ice. Everyone knew this was the room where it happened where the elephant had to be addressed. Yīng-qǐ gulped, and for once, Emilia behaved. She even straightened her back instead of slouching. Still, Lilith had her back turned against them, looking out the window as though she were searching for something.
“Progress meeting on the Fourth Faction then?” Emilia replied though it came out more as a question rather than a reply.
To which, Lilith sighed and dismissed with a wave of her hand then turned to her fellow Maidens, “Yes, let’s start off with that.”
For a moment, both Emilia and Yīng-qǐ instinctively glanced at each other. No words were spoken but they could feel something was amiss. Yet neither could pinpoint what it was exactly but it definitely had something to do with Y/N.
“Based on recent data, the once poorest of the poor faction is now a thriving and diverse faction under her reign, which is an impressive feat for someone like her.” Lilith shared as she carelessly discarded the monthly report that Y/N made, just like how she clearly showed her clear disdain for her.
“Yeah, I didn't think that dump would be liveable till now.” Emilia admitted casually, "And she's only 14 still a child when she took the title, and look at what she's done.”
Whilst, Yīng-qǐ chose her words carefully wanting to tread lightly, after all this was not only a gossip amongst women, “Admittedly, its an unexpected but a pleasant feat nonetheless, it should be celebrated.”
“Celebrated? Celebrated?” Lilith scoffed.
The white room marbled with gold and different shades of white muddled into one thing, a cold room. The First Maiden’s anger was visibly emanating from her, her conqueror's haki coursing through the room coloring it with tendrils of black along with cackles of electricity.
Emilia side-eyed older Maiden across her, throwing her an accusatory look for setting off the First Maiden.
“Oh, It's not meant to be celebrated, she hasn't eaten the corpse.” The white-haired maiden hissed.
Now, what is this corpse they speak of, you may ask? It's the corpse of Bloody Mary, the cannibalistic tyrant that once ruled Pastiche Island. She's well known as the woman who committed a thousand crimes at her peak. She even ate her own people after making them beg for mercy, then wore her tattoos of crime like badges of honor. It is said if an individual were to eat the corpse then they would attain Bloody Mary's powers.
“She's refused to eat it, ever since she found out about it. Even the sacrifice turned into her quote unquote brother.” Lilith seethed, her perfectly plucked brows were knitted along with her eyes narrowing at the seat where the Fourth Maiden usually sat.
“Have you tried telling her it’s part of our duties as Maidens?”
Lilith glares at the Third Maiden, “What do you think?” immediately that shuts up Yīng-qǐ.
“Sister Y/N is allowing herself to be weak because of her foolish principles, instead of doing her job. She's nearing perfection yet straying from it and it is driving me insane!” The white-haired woman fumed as each word left her lips, her demand for perfection getting to her.
“Sister Lilith, mind you, she did not react well to the first two stages for the rite of passage. Her durability decreased and we almost killed her. I believe it's best to let her just… live.” Yīng-qǐ trailed off, though she sounded unsure of her own answer as well. Though that may have to do with Lilith still glaring at her that made her trail off.
“I think we should replace her, if she can't fulfill her role as a Maiden then, find someone better than her.” Emilia suggested.
Lilith massaging her temple, “How do you propose we do that?”
Emilia opened and closed her mouth, she realized that was not as easy as she realized. To be a Maiden means being the best of the best. There are tests that children aged from 8-12 take, the Pastiche government picks out which is the most exceptional candidate based on the government’s standard. Emilia (12) and Y/N (8) were from the same batch yet, their fellow contestants were all picked off due to imperfections. If they were to look for potential replacements it would take longer, and the replacements might be too young who would need more training. Plus, there's no one to substitute for the Fourth Maiden, especially not with the apprentice Y/N chose.
Lilith saw realization dawned on Emilia, “Exactly, it can't be done. The Fourth Faction is almost perfect, the only problem is the pinnacle of their perfection is refusing to be perfect.”
“Like I said earlier, perfection is a must for us, it's not optional yet, she's defying everything about Pastiche.”
Everyone went deathly quiet as they realized why she had been monologuing about perfection. It wasn’t about virtue or pride; it was about their image as Maidens. Lilith demanded perfection because it gave her control, and the fact she couldn’t control Y/N was getting under her skin.
“Well, it seems we have found ourselves at a draw. Both out of ideas and both out of options.” The Third Maiden sighed realising they were at an impasse.
“Well, I wouldn't say an impasse.” The white-haired maiden smirked, her gaze on Yīng-qǐ. “If we can't find a way to make her, we’ll make it look like an accident.”
“And finally, Pastiche Island will be perfect.”
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I don't know why but I can't stop laughing at what I wrote LMAO like why did I write a wednesday rip off who has monochromancy lmao (the whole fic in a nutshell ngl) this is for the One Piece fic btw
This chapter is gonna be short lol, sorry guys I'm rusty but, I'm so happy about this chapter because I got sneak in a Hamilton reference lmao. I'm just not confident about this since its my first time writing a chapter series without a guide like in my TUA fic.
I don't know why but I can't stop laughing at what I wrote LMAO like why did I write a wednesday rip off who has monochromancy lmao (the whole fic in a nutshell ngl) this is for the One Piece fic btw
Qifrey × Gender Neutral! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Inspired by Wait for it
➢ Angst && Not Proofread , Drabble && 500
➢ Qifrey always knew you were harsh on yourself. Though lately, the same critical lenses you wore were now laser focused on your performance. He had to find a way somehow to stop you from destroying yourself.
You watched your hand quiver before you could finish the magic circle, you paused for a moment then stared at your work. Staring at the wobbly and unfinished work made you enraged, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t good enough. Your wobbly hand incidentally let your grip on the pen loosen.
“Your hand, dear. It's slipping.” Qifrey’s soft voice snapped you out of the trance, his other hand gently guided your hand but his ‘unwanted’ assistance made you snap. “I know!”
The white haired male was startled, his spectacles slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Noticing this, you stammered and looked away, “I’m sorry. I- I’m just… frustrated right now,” Tears glazed your eyes, it eventually became too much as small drops of tears escaped the floodgates.
“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” You swallowed hard, your torso slowly becoming more erratic and frustrated with your own incompetence. “I was doing so well months ago. Why am I messing up now?”
“You’re blaming yourself too harshly.” Qifrey’s smile was tired but steady, his hand gently caressing your knuckles.
“My strokes aren’t perfect. My hands are shaky. The placement of the symbols isn’t balanced, and-” You broke off, your voice cracking with each word, as your fingers instinctively held onto your pen tighter.
“Look at me,” he urged gently, as the white-haired male guided your face to face him to stare into his calm ocean hues, that were nothing like your eyes that were filled with angry, nothing like your current state.
You looked away as your scarred hands reflexively turned into a fist, the pen completely discarded, you were ashamed of what you had become. “Qifrey, I can’t do it.”
“You’re not alone in this,” he reminded you then smoothed out your hair. “Please. Let me help you.”
Tears blurred your vision as words hurriedly spilled out of your lips. “My hands are trembling. I can’t draw a straight line. Ever since that fire, I’ve lost- I can’t be good- better-” You hiccuped between the words, your chest heaving hard as though each word choked you. “Ever since that stupid fire, I’ve lost everything. My hands, my ability to draw- my magic.”
“Dear, listen to me.” He reached for your hand but stayed careful and calm, a strong contrast to the current state you were in. “This is different because your hands were burned. You have to give them time. Relearn the motions slowly, the old‑fashioned way.”
“I’m holding onto hope,” you whispered “But it’s slipping through my fingers. I just can't help but wish I could skip all the pain...”
“I know.” His voice went soft, edged with regret as if he carried some of the blame. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
You blinked back more tears, your chest heavy from the burden of losing your ability as a witch. “Besides, how do we move forward when I keep dragging the past?”
He shook his head gently as he pressed both their foreheads against one another, “We move forward together. One careful step at a time.”
➢ "Reblog to support your favorite writer" belong to @/benkeibear
Qifrey × Gender Neutral! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Inspired by Wait for it
➢ Angst && Not Proofread , Drabble && 500
➢ Qifrey always knew you were harsh on yourself. Though lately, the same critical lenses you wore were now laser focused on your performance. He had to find a way somehow to stop you from destroying yourself.
You watched your hand quiver before you could finish the magic circle, you paused for a moment then stared at your work. Staring at the wobbly and unfinished work made you enraged, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t good enough. Your wobbly hand incidentally let your grip on the pen loosen.
“Your hand, dear. It's slipping.” Qifrey’s soft voice snapped you out of the trance, his other hand gently guided your hand but his ‘unwanted’ assistance made you snap. “I know!”
The white haired male was startled, his spectacles slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Noticing this, you stammered and looked away, “I’m sorry. I- I’m just… frustrated right now,” Tears glazed your eyes, it eventually became too much as small drops of tears escaped the floodgates.
“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” You swallowed hard, your torso slowly becoming more erratic and frustrated with your own incompetence. “I was doing so well months ago. Why am I messing up now?”
“You’re blaming yourself too harshly.” Qifrey’s smile was tired but steady, his hand gently caressing your knuckles.
“My strokes aren’t perfect. My hands are shaky. The placement of the symbols isn’t balanced, and-” You broke off, your voice cracking with each word, as your fingers instinctively held onto your pen tighter.
“Look at me,” he urged gently, as the white-haired male guided your face to face him to stare into his calm ocean hues, that were nothing like your eyes that were filled with angry, nothing like your current state.
You looked away as your scarred hands reflexively turned into a fist, the pen completely discarded, you were ashamed of what you had become. “Qifrey, I can’t do it.”
“You’re not alone in this,” he reminded you then smoothed out your hair. “Please. Let me help you.”
Tears blurred your vision as words hurriedly spilled out of your lips. “My hands are trembling. I can’t draw a straight line. Ever since that fire, I’ve lost- I can’t be good- better-” You hiccuped between the words, your chest heaving hard as though each word choked you. “Ever since that stupid fire, I’ve lost everything. My hands, my ability to draw- my magic.”
“Dear, listen to me.” He reached for your hand but stayed careful and calm, a strong contrast to the current state you were in. “This is different because your hands were burned. You have to give them time. Relearn the motions slowly, the old‑fashioned way.”
“I’m holding onto hope,” you whispered “But it’s slipping through my fingers. I just can't help but wish I could skip all the pain...”
“I know.” His voice went soft, edged with regret as if he carried some of the blame. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
You blinked back more tears, your chest heavy from the burden of losing your ability as a witch. “Besides, how do we move forward when I keep dragging the past?”
He shook his head gently as he pressed both their foreheads against one another, “We move forward together. One careful step at a time.”
➢ "Reblog to support your favorite writer" belong to @/benkeibear
Qifrey × Gender Neutral! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Inspired by Wait for it
➢ Angst && Not Proofread , Drabble && 500
➢ Qifrey always knew you were harsh on yourself. Though lately, the same critical lenses you wore were now laser focused on your performance. He had to find a way somehow to stop you from destroying yourself.
You watched your hand quiver before you could finish the magic circle, you paused for a moment then stared at your work. Staring at the wobbly and unfinished work made you enraged, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t good enough. Your wobbly hand incidentally let your grip on the pen loosen.
“Your hand, dear. It's slipping.” Qifrey’s soft voice snapped you out of the trance, his other hand gently guided your hand but his ‘unwanted’ assistance made you snap. “I know!”
The white haired male was startled, his spectacles slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Noticing this, you stammered and looked away, “I’m sorry. I- I’m just… frustrated right now,” Tears glazed your eyes, it eventually became too much as small drops of tears escaped the floodgates.
“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” You swallowed hard, your torso slowly becoming more erratic and frustrated with your own incompetence. “I was doing so well months ago. Why am I messing up now?”
“You’re blaming yourself too harshly.” Qifrey’s smile was tired but steady, his hand gently caressing your knuckles.
“My strokes aren’t perfect. My hands are shaky. The placement of the symbols isn’t balanced, and-” You broke off, your voice cracking with each word, as your fingers instinctively held onto your pen tighter.
“Look at me,” he urged gently, as the white-haired male guided your face to face him to stare into his calm ocean hues, that were nothing like your eyes that were filled with angry, nothing like your current state.
You looked away as your scarred hands reflexively turned into a fist, the pen completely discarded, you were ashamed of what you had become. “Qifrey, I can’t do it.”
“You’re not alone in this,” he reminded you then smoothed out your hair. “Please. Let me help you.”
Tears blurred your vision as words hurriedly spilled out of your lips. “My hands are trembling. I can’t draw a straight line. Ever since that fire, I’ve lost- I can’t be good- better-” You hiccuped between the words, your chest heaving hard as though each word choked you. “Ever since that stupid fire, I’ve lost everything. My hands, my ability to draw- my magic.”
“Dear, listen to me.” He reached for your hand but stayed careful and calm, a strong contrast to the current state you were in. “This is different because your hands were burned. You have to give them time. Relearn the motions slowly, the old‑fashioned way.”
“I’m holding onto hope,” you whispered “But it’s slipping through my fingers. I just can't help but wish I could skip all the pain...”
“I know.” His voice went soft, edged with regret as if he carried some of the blame. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
You blinked back more tears, your chest heavy from the burden of losing your ability as a witch. “Besides, how do we move forward when I keep dragging the past?”
He shook his head gently as he pressed both their foreheads against one another, “We move forward together. One careful step at a time.”
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Here's a snippet for what I had in mind for each idea.
Yandere! Vivian Banshee x Yandere! Female! Reader
Premise: The typical trope wherein the other didn't know the other was a yandere and they slowly fall in love for one another.
Yandere! Jane Doe x Female! Reader
Premise: Typical yandere girlfriend being possessive with the reader to the point that she wants her girlfriend to look presentable akin to acting like a doll, she wants her girlfriend to dress like a doll and act like a doll.
