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kaleidescope-writes · 9 months
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So as some of you may know, I'm writing again. But I don't want to just jump back into the multiple series that I was working on before the hiatus, mainly because I feel like I'm extremely out of practice. Instead, I'm going to post some drabbles and oneshots that I had planned but never executed. This will also be an intro for me to start writing for other characters and people that I didn't write for previously. The first one I want to do is a Din Djarin x reader fic based on this scene:
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(The scene where they're in each other's minds and Rey drops Darth Vader's helmet, revealing her location to Kylo)
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Side note, I plan to post this later today, so yea. Keep an eye out for that.
Ok, so update. I was gonna make it a 2 parter, but decided against since the title would be how it ends and I don't want that. So, good news, it's gonna be longer. Bad news, I'm posting it tomorrow instead.
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kaleidescope-writes · 9 months
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Hey guys!! It's been a while♡
A lot has happened since I last posted on here. It's been crazy and I've said over and over again that I'm gonna start writing again, but it hasn't happened. I came back to this page a couple days ago and started remembering all of the good things that came with it. And I miss it so much.
I still have a lot going on, but I think im going to pick it back up. So consider this a soft return to the madness. For now, I'm going to sort out my stuff on here and figure out where to start, but I'm planning for my first post back on Thursday, June 29th.
I've seen a few requests in my Inbox that I'm going to start writing out while I figure out how to continue the WIPs I'd left unfinished. Hopefully I'll have an established schedule by the end of this week.
I also hope to expand the characters/people I write for beyond what I would write before. However, beyond Mandalorian and Miguel O'Hara, I have no clue what else I would be able to do. Any ideas and recs would be very extremely appreciated.
So ya! I'm happy to be back and I hope to hear from you guys!!
Lots of Love ❤️
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kaleidescope-writes · 9 months
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Do you need help writing for Spanish Speaking characters?
This account has been dead for a while now. But let's try this anyway.
Hi! I'm Kaleidescope, also known as Kay. I've seen a lot of writers struggling with using Google translate for writing fics that involve Spanish speaking characters like Miguel O'Hara, Namor, Javier Peña, and so on.
I'm here to offer my help. I've been a native Spanish speaker since birth (I was literally born screaming mamá) and I can help with translating anything you wanna write so that it makes sense.
Just send me an ask or a DM if you are interested. I will never ask for anything in return, I just really wanna help people avoid using the awkward, horribly translated shit show that Google comes up with sometimes.
So ya! Lemme know if you have something you want me to translate!! 😊
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kaleidescope-writes · 2 years
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New Year, New Ending (Preview)
In May of 2020, Y/N was able to escape after successfully taking the Heart of Audrilluria (or at least a close replica). But what if the plan didn't go as smoothly as they'd hoped?
Preview for Heart of Audrillura: The Reversed ending.
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“Take the service staircase all the way to the first floor,” Edmundo instructed through the earpiece. “It should lead you to a small hallway with three doors, take the furthest door on the left.” Y/N began her descent to the first floor. After she’d gotten out of the guarded room, Edmundo had been leading her through the castle. Phase four was to escape without being detected by anyone. Fortunately, the route was premeditated, allowing Edmundo to make sure no one would witness her escape. She reached the bottom of the stairs and got to the hallway. Quickly making her way to the indicated door, she pressed the button on her ear piece that allowed her to speak to Edmundo, “I’m there, where do I go next?”
“You’re in the server’s lounge. Go to the door directly across from you. That should lead you to the main room, the exit is on your right. The car will be waiting for you outside,” Edmundo explained. Turning the doorknob with her still gloved hand, Y/N continued to follow his instructions. She entered the large, deserted server’s lounge, only briefly looking around to confirm no one else was there. Once she was confident no one was there, she continued her fast pace through the room and got to the door that would lead her closer to the exit. She turned the doorknob slowly, only opening the door slightly to make sure her path was clear.
“Shit,” she whispered to herself. Augustus and Charles were standing near the open door, seemingly in conversation. “The baron and duke are at the exit,” she said into the earpiece, “I can’t get out.” There was a brief silent pause before Edmundo spoke, “I sent someone to get their attention, your path should be cleared in a few seconds.” Still peaking through the small opening, Y/N waited for them to be led away. Seconds later, a footman Y/N assumed was another mole approached them. “Baron Augustus, Duke Charles. His majesty requests your presence in the hall,” the worker said loud enough for her to hear. Both men looked to each other in a mix of shock and confusion. “I thought he was with his beloved,” Augustus recalled. “Perhaps he has good news to share with us,” Charles assumed, already following the footman back to the hall with Augustus following close behind.
"Actually," a familiar, soothing voice called out, "I'm afraid we were interrupted before I could ask her." Thomas stepped into the room, stopping Charles and Augustus in their tracks. He looked at them, confused for a moment as to why they were answering his phantom call.
"Have I missed something?"
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I dreamt about something like this and decided to put it into words. This is just a preview, so watch out for the finished piece. And let me know what you think. Should I make this angsty?
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kaleidescope-writes · 2 years
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I apologize for the very LONG hiatus, but I'm back!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
And RIP Betty White, I just found out right now😭🥺
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kaleidescope-writes · 3 years
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Not a Fairytale–Chapter Two: Masquerade
Business CEO AU
CEO!Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Language, Various Cinderella references, dangerous action towards the end, Cliffhanger
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“L/N, we need to have a chat. My office, now. Everything else can wait.” You looked up from the monitor, sighing softly as you began to get up from your seat. This happened often. Ms. Grant would come out of her office and ask to speak to you inside. Normally it would be about something work related, but occasionally you would engage in social talk. It was part of professional friendship. She was both your boss and your friend, which was rare. 
Pushing the door open, you walked into the office and made your way to the chair on the other side of her desk. “You needed to talk?” you questioned, sitting down. “Do you plan on going to the masquerade today?” she asked, still typing away on her computer. You raised an eyebrow, surprised by her question. “I wasn’t aware that I was ever invited,” you admitted. She stopped for a moment, turning to you for the following statement. “You are. You’ll go in my place,” she declared, going back to what she was doing, “I’m tied down by work tonight. I won’t be able to make it to the masquerade, but I made arrangements for you to go in my place. A dress was selected along with shoes and accessories. Your ride will be here at seven-thirty.” 
You felt overwhelmed, breath hitching slightly as you took it all in. “Wait, Hang on,” you stopped her. “Do you really think it’s a good idea for me to go to a fancy company masquerade?” Franchesca stopped completely, lowering her hands to her lap. “What’s so wrong with having you go for me?” she asked as if it was a completely normal request. You looked at her indignantly, “I don’t know the first thing about fitting in at a party full of millionaires, businesspeople, and rich sponsors. I’ll stand out completely!” She rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side as she mumbled, “Standing out is kind of the point.” Giving her a bothered look, you stood up. “I can’t go to the masquerade. I’d be a fish out of water and do something stupid that’ll make the company look bad,” you argued, hands making large expressions to enunciate your distress. 
“Oh, come on!” Franchesca blurted, “You’re a smart woman that can carry a business conversation about the company with ease! You are my right hand woman! I trust you with this more than I trust myself with picking out a dress for a formal event. You are my number one choice to handle things in my absence. I trust you to handle this event in my absence.” You sighed, letting your arms fall to your sides as you bowed your head. There was no way you could convince her otherwise. Not without losing your job, at least. Your job, her respect, her trust, and her friendship were on the line. And frankly, you valued them all too much to lose them. 
“Fine!” you gave in, “But, you have to train me before the event. That means social conversations, what to avoid, what to talk about, and who will be there.” Franchesca gave you a bright smile clapping her hands once before she stood. “I knew I could trust my best girl!” she cheered, making you sigh. “Ya, ya,” you murmured, “But I did mean it. I need the training.” She laughed, walking around the desk over to you. “And you shall receive it,” she gushed, “I will train you up until the moment you have to leave. We wouldn’t want you to seem like a fool at your first ball, now would we?”Letting out a short laugh, you corrected her, “It’s not a ball, it’s a masquerade.” She gave you a playful surprised look, “Is that not what I said?” 
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“Let’s go through it one more time, just to be safe,” you asked, lounging on one of the chairs in Franchesca’s office. You’d been going over everything you had to know before the masquerade started, reviewing everything multiple times before your outfit arrived. It was currently five-thirty in the afternoon, which meant that the dress would be here any minute now. “Avoid talking about anything related to the merger. It’s still not publicly announced. Anything else, you can talk about. That includes the work environment and personal topics to your own discretion. Just don’t make me look bad. All our partners will be there. They’re all people you’ve met before, so socializing won’t be a problem,” Franchesca summarized again as she continued to work on her computer. “The only person you wouldn’t recognize is Tom Hiddleston, the CEO of the company we are merging with.” She turned her monitor to show you what was on the screen. It was a picture of an incredibly handsome man. “Now you’ll recognize him,” she stated simply, turning the screen back to face her. 
A knock on the glass door made both of you turn your attention to the figures on the other side of the matted glass door. “Come in,” Franchesca called out. The door opened, allowing a team of seven people to swarm the office. “Franchesca! My love!” one of the men greeted. “Esteban!” she reciprocated, going over to him and pressing a kiss to both his cheeks. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen her interact with someone in such a way. Normally it was with people she was close to, either personally or professionally, so you just brushed it off. Finishing her greeting, Franchesca turned to you and motioned in your direction. “This is Y/N,” she introduced, “She’ll be your muse for tonight.” Esteban looked at you as if he was analyzing your appearance. After a brief, slightly self conscious moment of him looking you up and down, he turned back to Franchesca. “She will be the most beautiful flower in the ball. That I will make sure of myself,” he told her, snapping his fingers twice. His helpers began to open all the boxes and the bag on the coat wrack they brought in with them, revealing beauty tools and the most precious accessories you’d ever seen. 
“Now then,” Esteban clapped twice, “We will accentuate the features of her natural beauty and make her look as if she were an angel that came down to grace humanity with her very essence. Starting with her hair and a mostly natural make-up look.” In an instant, you were made to sit up straight on the chair, surrounded by the beauticians that immediately began to work on you. 
“How does it feel to be smothered by the best team of beauticians money can afford?” Franchesca asked, unable to see your reaction due to the entire team blocking you from the line of sight. “It feels a bit excessive,” you acknowledged from within the barrier they created. Each one of them was hard at work on one specific task. Whether it was your hair, eyelids, eyebrows, nails, or cheeks, they all worked on you with complete focus and harmony. “The things I do for you,” Franchesca teased, going to take a peek at the dress. 
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“Her natural beauty has been successfully accentuated,” Esteban announced, presenting you to Franchesca, “Now, we give this princess her gown.” Two of his employees stood across from you, holding up a fabric that covered the dress. With a swish of his hand, they let the fabric drop, revealing the most magnificent dress you’d ever seen. The soft blue, low sleeve dress was adorned with intricate silver and white adornments, making it look like something straight out of a fairy tale. You admired the dress, unable to form any coherent words to describe how beautiful it was. The only thing that escaped your lips was a surprised gasp as you felt your breath be taken away. “Tell no one, but for your needs, it has pockets. And to accompany the dress,” Esteban continued, “A matching, designer mask, made by yours truly.” Another employee walked up to the dress, carefully holding a mask that matched the blue on the dress. It was adorned with blue and silver rhinestones placed on top of a lace pattern that went from the forehead to the nose of the mask. It complimented the dress beautifully. “And of course, what’s a dress and a mask without shoes to tie the look together. They aren’t made of glass, but they may as well be,” Esteban concluded. A young lady walked up to the other side of the dress, holding a pair of silver slippers placed on top of a cushion. 
You looked over at the items, still awestruck with all of it. “This is more than I ever hoped for,” you marveled. Franchesca smiled, walking up to you, “I’m glad you like it. Now go get dressed! The limo will be here soon! We wouldn’t want you to be late.” 
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It was eight at night when you arrived at the venue in the grand, riding in a white hummer limo. Stepping out of the vehicle, you were led into the luxurious building by an attendant. Inside, the hall was impressively massive. The room was illuminated with multiple lights coming from the ceiling lamps, candles on the tables, and the chandelier hanging near the dance area. It was magnificent. Taking in more of your surroundings, you realized just how large the building was as well as how full of people it was. The grand hall was filled with the sounds of people mingling over the loud music that surrounded them. Franchesca told you that most of the guests were allied companies, investors, partners and of course, people directly connected to the merger. You maneuvered around the tables, attempting to find anyone you knew. Unfortunately, a lot of the masks the guests wore covered their most recognizable features. Great. 
A waitress walked by you as you stood near the tables. She must have sensed your internal dilemma, as she offered you a glass of champagne which you took without a moment’s thought. You thanked her as she walked away, still trying to figure out what to do as your mind went blank to the training from earlier. You looked around the room, not knowing what to do and not knowing many people there. Sticking closely to the walls, you stood there, taking a sip of the champagne you’d been handed as you watched everyone around you. You tried to recognize anyone you’d met previously with no luck. You hadn’t known anyone here long enough to recognize them with a part of their face covered. Your eyes drifted to a corner, opposite of where you were, where a group of men stood talking.They were facing away from you. All but one. Your eyes met his behind the mask that looked like cracked porcelain decorated with gold accents. You tried to see if you could recognize him, as something about him seemed slightly familiar. Continuing to study his features, you tried to connect a face to a name with no results. From this distance it was difficult to tell whether his eyes were grey or blue, but you kept looking, trying to find the answer from afar. You saw him smile and you looked away, not daring to look in his direction any longer. You decided to go back to looking around the room at the sea of mingling strangers. You meant it when you said you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself at this event and now you felt that you failed. You couldn’t help it, he was just so entrancing. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind while taking another sip of the champagne. 
“Enjoying the party?” 
You turned around only to meet the same mask you were entranced with earlier. They were blue. A deep, hypnotic blue that made you want to stare at them forever. But you couldn’t. Mentally shaking away those thoughts, you mustered a response, “I suppose. I can’t recognize very many people here because of their masks, but other than that, I think it’s a wonderful gathering.” The man nodded, offering you a small, yet warm smile. “If I may be so bold,” he began, “I’d say you’re not accustomed to events such as this.” His voice was deep and smooth at the same time with an accent that could just make you melt on the spot. “You’d be right,” you laughed, “I’m not accustomed to anything this formal. I feel a bit out of place." 
You heard him chuckle and you felt as if your knees would give out at any moment. "You do stand out,” he stated, “Not in a bad way. I just think that the dress perfectly compliments your visible features.” Had it not been for the mask covering the majority of your face, he would have definitely noticed the sudden change of color on your cheeks. “Thank you,” was all you could say, “Mr…” He shook his head, “We will be able to reveal our identities to each other at midnight. For now, I’d like to provide you with some company.” Your smile widened as you nodded. He was intriguing to say the least. 
“Would it be too cliche for me to ask you for a dance?” he inquired, offering his hand. You tensed a bit, knowing you weren’t all that graceful on your feet. However, you didn’t want to refuse his offer. “I must warn you,” you began, putting your hand on his, “I’m not exactly a flawless dancer.” He chuckled once more, “Worry not your pretty little head. I’ll lead you through it. All you have to do is trust me.”
He led you through the crowd, heading to the dancing area. Once you’d arrived, he wrapped his right arm around your waist, taking your right hand in his left hand. You placed your unoccupied hand on his shoulder and slowly, you both began to sway to the soft music. You let yourself melt into him, letting him fully influence your movements. It was as if you were floating on a cloud. His steps were so gentle, you barely felt your feet touch the ground. You gazed deeply into his eyes, unable to look away from his deep blue eyes. They were hypnotic. You thought that if you looked away, he would disappear. 
You’d lost all notion of your surroundings, focusing only on the man you danced with. Slowly, the song came to an end and so did he, curtsying as the song finished. Coming out of your trance, you did the same. He smiled, taking your hand once more, he began to lead you away from the other dancing couples. “After a dance like that, I find myself in need of fresh air,” he commented, leading you to the balcony. You silently agreed, letting him guide you to the door of the balcony. 
Once there, he opened the doors for you, allowing you to step outside first. The air felt pleasant after all the dancing, cool air contrasting the warmth of your skin. You took a few deep breaths, still attempting to relax your breathing. The balcony was relatively small in size, only large enough to fit a maximum of four people. The cement railing was covered with a red, velvet like fabric. It covered the railing and walls framing it, being held up by a pole on each side. Looking out into the scenery, your eyes went wide at the beauty of all the city lights. “It’s a beautiful view,” he said from behind you, “The lights are nice too, but the view I’m referring to is standing before me.” Letting a laugh, you turned to him, “That was the most cliche thing you could’ve said.” He smiled, “It got your attention, didn’t it?” You arched an eyebrow, laughing once more as you spoke, “Ok, it did. That doesn’t make it any less cliche.” He shrugged, looking away momentarily. “I had to break the ice somehow if I want to get to know the woman with whom I shared the most wonderful dance.” You nodded, leaning back into the fabric covered railing, “What would you like to know?”
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“It’s not as bad as it sounds!” you argued, “I mean sure, the commute to work is a bit long and stressful with traffic, but the neighborhood is nice.” You’d been conversing with the porcelain masked man for a while now. It was as if conversations came naturally with him. You warmed up to him pretty quickly and you think he did too. “Yes, but you have to remember that the area is surrounded by just houses and that the nearest supermarket is three miles away. It’s not all that ideal,” he returned, keeping his voice as gentle as possible. “Well ya, but there’s really great schools in the area,” you mentioned, still trying to get your point across. 
Before he could give you a reply, he was interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing. You turned to the direction of the bell, wondering what it was. “Midnight,” the porcelain masked man said, “The bell means it’s finally midnight.” Midnight? Already? How long was the conversation? “We can reveal our identities to each other now,” he confirmed. You turned your attention back to him as he began to remove his mask. You felt anxiety creep up on you as he slowly revealed his face to you. 
Your heart stopped for a moment, realizing who was standing before you. This is why his eyes seemed so familiar to you. This was the face Franchesca showed you earlier. It was Thomas Hiddleston. He gave you an expectant look, urging you to either say something or take off your mask as well. “Y-you know,” you began to stutter, “I could really use a drink b-before I show you who I am.” You took a step in the direction of the door before he stopped you. “I’ll get it for you, it’s not trouble,” he smiled. Damn his gentle nature. He walked through the door and into the hall. The door closed behind him as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 
This was your chance to make a quick escape. He didn’t know what you looked like, so it wasn’t likely he would recognize you at any of the meetings scheduled for the following week. It was alright. You walked over to the door, reaching for the handle. It didn’t turn. You tried the other handle, but neither door opened. Shit! The doors were locked from the outside of the balcony. You began to panic, thinking about all the possible things that could happen. He would definitely urge you to take off your mask and given how you reacted to him earlier, you knew you couldn’t refuse for long. You began looking around for alternatives, knowing the doors weren’t an option. Suddenly, it hit you. The fabric that covered the balcony could be used to climb down into the gardens below. 
Using one of the over-sized pots, you hoisted yourself up to reach the pole holding the fabric up. Pulling it down, you let it fall as far down as it could reach. You climbed down, looking down to see how far down it reached. The pole was only a few feet off the ground. Perfect! Now came the hard part; actually climbing down. Taking in a deep breath, you climbed the pot closest to the dangling fabric. Using your heels to your advantage, you hooked them into the fabric, holding on to it as you began to descend. You tried your hardest to keep your arms from giving in, still having to slide down a significant distance before you could reach the ground. With every small, labored move, you slid down the fabric and got closer to the ground. 
“Need some help there?” Tom’s voice sounded from above you. You were startled, almost letting go of the fabric entirely. You looked up, still wearing the mask as it was the only thing that hid your identity from him. “Uh, no, I’m good,” you responded, trying to keep your grip on the fabric. Tom looked down at you in confusion, “You’re not running from me, are you?” 
“No, no! I’m not,” you lied, “It’s just that I accidentally dropped one of my earrings and the doors were locked. So I thought why not climb down to get it.” He gave you an amused look, “Climb back up and I’ll accompany you to retrieve it.” You felt your arms about to give out, knowing you wouldn’t last much longer. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the upper body strength to pull myself back up,” you admitted, using every bit of strength you had left. He snorted, “Then how is it you’ve been keeping yourself up for the entirety of this conversation?” You felt your arms begin to falter, yet you refused to let go just yet. “That is a very good question,” you responded, voice more labored now that you’d kept that position for a while. 
“Just hang on, I’ll get down there in a bit to help you,” he said quickly before disappearing. You took this chance to continue your descent, this time faster with motivation. Once your foot touched the pole, you kicked off the expensive heels–so you wouldn’t break them– and jumped down. You quickly put both shoes back on before rushing to the exit. However, one of your shoes wasn’t put on properly, causing you to walk with a slight limp. As you neared the garden’s exit, you felt the ill-worn shoe slip off your foot. Your bare foot touched the cold ground as you turned around to retrieve it. “Nope, not leaving you behind,” you said to yourself, picking it up and putting it back on your foot–properly this time. Once secured, you continued to run. Taking your phone out of one of the ingeniously placed pockets, you dialed Franchesca’s number as you made your way to the limo you arrived in. You wanted to let her know you were leaving early for an excuse you’d come up with if she answered.   
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Tom looked around the garden directly under the balcony he’d come from. He saw no sign of the woman he spent the evening with. Deciding to look around the garden for her, a small voice advised him to look for her near the exit. Listening to the voice, he made his way to the garden’s exit. Still, there was no sign of her. He let his head drop for a moment, trying to comprehend the situation he’d gotten himself into. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when something on the floor caught his attention. He picked it up, realizing it was a small Polaroid picture. The picture showed a woman and a young girl. He didn’t think much of it at first until he looked at the woman’s eyes. Tom quickly realized those were the very eyes he’d been hypnotized by earlier in the evening. 
And after tonight, he’d recognize those eyes anywhere.
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A/N: Tadaa!! This chapter was really fun to write, not just because of the ending scene, but because Cinderella is my absolute favorite princess and I really enjoyed tying in aspects of the movie into the chapter. I was really looking foward to this one. Anyway, what did you think? Feel free to let me know in the comments, as feedback is both appreciated and encouraged. This took me a bit longer to write because of so many little details, but it’s finally done!!  I love each and every single one of you!! Thanks so much for all the support you’ve shown me! I honestly can’t express just how much it means to me!!.😘🥰😍 Stay Safe, Stay Proud, Be Careful, and I wish you the very best!!💜💜💜💜💜💜
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Not a Fairytale--Chapter One: Twice Upon a Time
Business CEO AU
CEO!Tom Hiddleston x Reader
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Another busy day in the city. Traffic jamming the streets and the sounds of the city filled the air. It was nice, you thought. You’d gotten accustomed to the city life after living here for a few years. You’d gotten a job in the city and decided to move to a small apartment near your office. Speaking of, you continued your walk down the busy street, making your way to the building you’d been working at for four years and counting. Opening the heavy glass door, you walked in, carrying your work bag with a few essentials. You made your way to the elevator, walking through the lobby filled with busy people around you. As you approached the reception desk, Gerald, the security guard, looked up to greet you. “Good morning, Y/N!” he spoke with a joyful tone and a big smile. “Good morning Ger, have a nice day!” you replied, walking into the elevator and pressing the button for the top floor.
After a while, the elevator doors opened and you stepped out to the large room lined with windows on the left. You walked over to your reception desk and set your stuff down. Picking up a pen, you put your hair into a bun, using the pen to hold it together. Satisfied with the hold, you walked over to the door of your boss’s office, opening the door and letting yourself in. “Good morning, Ms. Grant,” you greeted the white haired, mature woman sitting behind the desk, focussed on the computer in front of her. “Good morning, Mr. L/N,” she replied, not looking up from her computer, “Are you ready for the announcement today?” “As ready as I can be, I guess,” you sighed, sitting in the chair in front of her. She finished typing and looked up at you for the first time since you walked in, “Good.” She stood up abruptly, taking her coffee cup and walking out the door. Here we go. You stood up and followed her out and to the elevator. You both got in and she pressed the button to the 21st floor. “As you know, we are currently undergoing a change in Adroitally Designs. I don’t want to tell you too much, but we will have a lot of work ahead of us for the upcoming months as we adjust,” she explained as the elevator began to move. “Great! More work! Can’t wait! What a gift, Franchesca Grant,” you said in mock happiness. She rolled her eyes, “You’re being childish. This is for the best.”
The elevator stopped and the pair of you walked out to the room full of office desks. You walked all the way to the end of the room to the conference room, all the while replying to the greetings you received from other employees. Once you reached the conference room, you opened the door for Franchesca and stepped in after her. The meeting would start in half an hour. Every Time there was an important meeting, she would bring you to the conference room to tell you about the meeting before it started. “Today’s meeting will only involve our company’s executives and such. In two days, after the party, we will hold a meeting with our future partners and begin business,” Franchesca explained. You looked at her in confusion, “Partners?” She gave you a smile.
“We’re in the process of merging with another well-known company. It’s a partnership merger, so I will still be the CEO of this branch. We will, however, have to share every big executive decision with the CEO of the company we are merging with. Fortunately, he is an exceptional person and by what I hear, he’s an absolute gentleman. I think you’d like him, Y/N.” “And what might this gentleman’s name be?” you asked curiously. “Thomas William Hiddleston.”
You were going to continue the conversation, but were interrupted by the door opening and people began to walk in.
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“Good Morning, Mr. Hiddleston,” someone greeted him. Tom turned around, smiling as he greeted his friend. “Hello, Ben,” he greeted with a smile. Ben caught up to him as they walked to the elevator of the building. “Ready to see your new office?” Ben asked as they walked in and pressed the 35th button. “Yes, I am. I’ve heard it’s been decorated to my liking,” he responded as the elevator began to move. The building they were in was bought recently, preparing for the expansion and merging. Tom was appointed the CEO of the new branch, with Benedict as the chief executive officer. It was a sudden change, but Tom was looking forward to everything that came with the change, uncertainty included. It was an opportunity of a lifetime and he wanted to enjoy every moment of it, despite having to move out of his home in London. He did say he wanted to see the world, this was a start. 
The elevator door opened, presenting the larger room with two separate offices on either side. “Look at that,” Ben smiled, “We’re neighbors.” Tom chuckled as they walked out and made their way to their respective offices. “Don’t forget, your employees are expecting you to give a few words of encouragement as a start to their new lives,” Benedict mentioned as he walked into his office. Tom stopped momentarily, looking back at him briefly. He gave a half-smile before walking into his own office. He looked around at the large, modern office. This would be his life now. He turned to look at the books on the shelf to his left. This was going to be a great start to his new life. 
“Pardon the interruption to your brooding,” Benedict spoke up, “But I was told there would be a corporate party to welcome our company tomorrow night.” Tom turned to him, interested that this was the first he’d heard of the party. “What kind of party?” he asked, raising his eyebrow. “A masquerade.”
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A/N: Here we go!! I’ve been excited to start this one for a while!! This one is a small chapter introduction, but I promise tomorrow’s chapter will be longer. I’ll post chapter two this Saturday, so tuned for that. Anyway, I hope you liked it!! Thank you all so much for all the support!! Stay Safe, be careful, and I love you!!
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Not a Fairytale Masterlist
CEO!Tom Hiddleston x Reader
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Summary:
You’re a busy woman. You have a high ranking job at a distinguished company and are in charge of providing for three people, including your niece. You’re dedicated to your work and family. You have no time to be worrying about your love life. But apparently, someone else does, and they decided you’d have a love story straight out of a Fairytale. Will meeting the “prince charming” chosen for you change your mind?
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Preview 1
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Chapter 1–Twice Upon a Time 
Chapter 2–Masquerade
Chapter 3–Walkashame
Chapter 4–TBN
Chapter 5–TBN
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 Permanent Taglist for all things Tom Hiddleston: 
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Attention: On July 14th 2021, the God of Mischief will be transforming Tumblr into TOMBLR and Tom Hiddleston will be answering some of your questions!
Ask wisely.
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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
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heyyy do you have a masterlist? I’m new to the Hiddleston fandom and your blog is the first one I came across.
Heyo!! At the moment I need to update the masterlist, but here's the two links for now.
Series Masterlist
https://kaleidescope-writes.tumblr.com/post/618405620949925888/series-masterlist
Mini-Imagines Masterlist
https://kaleidescope-writes.tumblr.com/post/618698775198924800/mini-imagines-masterlist
Thank you so much for reading, I'm sorry for the delay, and I hope you are well. Welcome to the madness!!
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It's Pride Month!!
Last year, I posted a bunch of Pride-Shots for different fandoms. Some were requests, some were not. I didn't get to post all the requests I got last year, so I will be doing so this year!! And since I now have extra time on my hands because the semester is ending, Pride Requests are OPEN!! I will be posting Pride content starting tomorrow, June 2nd.
If you want to request anything (for pride or not) here are the rules!
Let me know your pronouns, sexual orientation, the character you want me to write for, the genre you want (fluff, angst, smut, etc.), and any other details I can add to make it personal to you.
I will not do cheating. Not in detail. If it's a brief mention of it (like mentioning it happened before), I will do it. Otherwise, I'm not comfortable with it.
I won't do anything that belittles anyone else. This blog strives to be inclusive, and will not tolerate hate of any kind directed to anyone.
If you would like to request anything with a dark theme (yandere, dub-con, death, etc.) please note that I am new to writing for those genres, so there may be some inconsistency in the writing. That just means I need more practice. That being said, Dark Genres are allowed.
If you'd like to have a request sent to you privately instead of being posted, that is perfectly ok. So long as you don't post it and claim it's your own, that is ok. I'm providing this option for people that may feel uncomfortable with having their request posted, but still want me to write something for them.
Happy Pride!!!
Please note, I will also be updating my WIPs, posting non-pride requests, and just catching up with things in general. If you have any questions regarding this or other things, please reach out to me.
As for the masterlist, I need to update it a LOT, so it won't be up for a while. I will update the masterlist for pride as well.
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So let's talk, this is Important
Recently I posted my very first smut fic and thought nothing of the taglist. It hadn't occurred to me that there may people that are uncomfortable with smut, until someone brought it to my attention. I want to make sure that I don't make anyone uncomfortable. I put warnings in my fics for that exact reason.
However, there are people in my taglists that are uncomfortable with a certain topic. I want to expand my writing, but not at the expense of someone's comfort/emotions.
If you are uncomfortable with a specific genre, topic, or just anything in general, please let me know. That way I can avoid tagging you in those things. I should have done this a while ago, but it hadn't occurred to me. Message me, leave a comment, send an ask, reblog, whatever you want, just let me know.
Also, to avoid any further issues, I will be starting an ok for smut taglist. That way I can keep track of who's ok with it and who isn't ok with it. If you want to be added to it, please let me know.
Additionally, if you are a minor, I don't mind. I simply implore you not to interact with fics rated 18+. Most of my stuff is PG-13, but I will be expanding my writing to include adult genres. I can't control what you do or don't read, but I can warn you and ask you to respect my Minors DNI(Do Not Interact). If you are a minor and you decide to read any fics not meant for you and then complain to me about not liking it, I will be reminding you of my rules. If you continue to spam me hateful things, I will block you. I have Zero Tolerance for hate of any kind and would like to keep my blog as open and friendly as possible.
If you have any questions, concerns, or requests, by inbox is always open. Thank you so much for reading. I love you, stay safe, stay proud, be careful, be kind, and I hope all is well in your small corner of the world. 😘💖💖💖💖💖
Side note: I will be updating my submission rules and making a post about the rules tomorrow May 14th.
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....... I was gone for a few days cuz college, and now my most recent post has 323 notes and I have 480 followers. 😐 I'm honored 💖💖
If you're new here, hi, welcome!! Thanks for joining the inconsistent madness that is my blog. I hope you stick around a bit. I'm currently working on a few things since my last post, so you won't have to wait very long for new content.
Later tonight, I will be addressing an important issue that I've recently become aware of and admittedly should have addressed before my last post. But since I have a similar one coming up, I figured better before then. Anyway, thanks so much for the support!! I honestly never expected this blog to grow so much, but thanks to you guys it did.. 🥰😘💖💖💖💖
I love you all, stay safe, stay proud, be careful out there, be kind, and I hope all is well in your small corner of the world!!
And to my new followers:
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I was sent this fic by the writer, and I loved it!! Go check out their blog!!😍💖💖💖
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A Swarm of Butterflies
Part two, Part three
Part One: An Accompanied Sunrise
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader
Summary: Your first meeting with Steve Rogers elicits the fluttering of butterflies in your belly.
Authors Note: Hey y’all!! I’m new here on Tumblr and this is my first published fic. I plan to write for several different characters eventually!! So stick around and look out for your fav. This is the first part of a Steve Rogers series. I don’t know how many parts it will be just yet. It will be in chronological order from the first meeting forward. Please leave feedback in the comments!!! Message me requests and I’ll see what I can do. Happy reading friends!!
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Ever since you had moved into the city you had strolled through the park a few blocks from your apartment each morning. The park was rundown and over grown because people preferred the new park that was build ten miles north, but this park was your favorite place. You found solitude and peace walking the abandoned trails that were intricately wound though a beautiful garden full of blooming flowers. Honeysuckles climbed the trees and bees buzzed about collecting pollen for their honey. Halfway through the trail, surrounded by roses was an old wooden bench. You sat there each morning to watch the make it’s ascent into the sky. The park gave you an escape from the city. It was a hidden treasure. It gave you a break from the chaos of everyday life. A moment to breathe. A moment to reflect and recollect your thoughts. It was the most cherished moment of each day.
You walked the familiar pathway in silence taking in the greenery encasing the trail. When you began to approach the rose bushes that were bursting with bright hues of red and pink you knew that you were nearing the halfway point of the trail and the old, wooden bench you frequented each morning. Your favorite spot in the city. You rounded the corner with a smile and spotted the bench. It was usually vacant, but on this particular morning it was occupied. You stood back beyond the rose bushes and admired the man sitting on your bench for a moment.
He sat on the bench with his muscular arms stretched across the back of it. His golden hair glinted in the morning light. His jaw was beautifully sculpted and his cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, wrinkling the bottom of his worn jeans. His face was tilted up toward the sky as he admired the variety of pinks and oranges painted across the sky. A soft smile graced his lips. He looked so at peace. You almost turned and headed back down the path. You wanted to allow him this peaceful moment. Maybe he needed it. Maybe it had the same positive effect on him as it did for you, but you couldn’t fight the undeniable pull you felt toward this man. Your feet carried you closer. You took small, quiet steps and came to a stop a few feet away. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat to speak.
“Excuse me,” you spoke. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.
He turned his head to face you. His bright blue eyes meeting yours for the first time. It stole your breath for a moment, and you tried to calm your racing heart. You had never seen such an angelic looking man.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” You asked, your voice sounding small in the open space. He offered a warm smile.
“Not at all.” He spoke, moving his arms to rest at his sides. He scooted over to make room for you.
You sat down on the opposite end of the bench and crossed your arms over your torso. You could feel his gaze lingering on your frame, but you kept your eyes on the sky. A few moments passed before you spoke again.
,“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You asked, breaking the silence between you. He turned his gaze back to the masterpiece appearing in the sky before you.
“It is. Since I was a kid I’ve loved getting up early and watching the colors change.” He replied.
“I come here every morning and watch the sunrise. It’s my favorite part of the day. Normally I’m alone. This park has been abandoned for a decade.” You explained, clasping your hands in your lap.
He chuckled, the sound deep and melodious. “I know. I’m from here.” He replied turning his body to face you. “I’m Steve.” He introduced himself, extending his large hand between you.
You turned finally really taking in his face for the first time. You felt foolish for not realizing who he was sooner. Those baby blue eyes were plastered on posters all over the city of Brooklyn.The pounding in your chest intensified. You wound your hands together to try to mask their shaking.
“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N” you blushed, placing your palm in his.
As soon as your hands touched goosebumps erupted all over your arms, and it felt as though electricity danced through your veins. His hand was warm and much larger than yours. It was calloused and rough from years of fighting. You looked up into his eyes and he shot you a wide smile. He was easily the most beautiful human being you’d ever seen.
“What a beautiful name.” He replied, your hand still encased in his. At his compliment a swarm of butterflies began to take flight in your belly. Their wings fluttering fiercely and causing the most delightful sense of nervousness to wash over you. You hadn’t felt a sensation such as this in years. Your cheeks heated at the thought and you lowered your gaze for a moment.
“Thank you.” You said with a smile, finally removing your hand from his. You turned back to the sunrise then and took a deep breath trying to calm the fluttering in your stomach. He too turned his gaze back to the sky.
You sat together in comfortable silence as the sun climbed completely over the horizon. Birds fluttered around, squirrels skipped through the trees, and far off in the distance you could hear the rush of cars on their morning commute. The entire world was coming to life, and all you could think about was the super shoulder five feet away. How comfortable you felt sitting there with him, a stranger. The way it had felt when his hand touched yours.
Once the colors had faded into a bright blue and the awe of the moment had dissipated Steve stood from his spot on the bench. Smoothing his hands over the front of his jeans. He walked a few steps closer and looked down at you, hands in his pockets.
“Well Y/F/N Y/L/N, it was nice watching the sunrise with you.” He smiled.
“It was nice watching with you Captain Rogers.” You replied, standing from your spot and walking over to one of the rose bushes. You ran your fingers over the delicate petals of a deep, pink rose.
He laughed, “Please call me Steve.” You crossed your arms over your chest and shot him a warm smile. “Alright, Steve.” You responded. His face lit up.
“I’ve got to head back to the compound, but I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner sometime?” He asked, his voice nervous. He reached a hand back behind his head to rub his neck.
You blushed, caught completely off guard. After this moment you never expected to see him again, and you most certainly weren’t expecting him to ask you to dinner. You looked down at your feet nervousness suddenly overtaking you. You were so tied up in your thoughts that you had forgotten to respond.
“Oh, god. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to over step. Forget I asked.” He rushed out, waving a hand in dismissal in front of him.
“No, no. You didn’t over step.” You shot your head up to look at him. Taking a few steps closer to the towering man. “I was just caught by surprise. I would love to go to dinner with you Steve.” You offered a soft smile.
The super soldier blushed and bowed his head with a smile on his face. He shuffled his feet a bit before looking up at you. “Great. How about you write your number down for me?” He asked, pulling a small leather notebook and pen from his pocket and handing the items to you.
You laughed and took the notebook, writing your name and number on a blank page. You handed them back to him with shaking hands. He reached out for the book and as his fingertips brushed against yours you felt the butterflies wings beating once again.
“I’ll call you, Y/N.” He smiled, tucking the notebook back into his pocket.
“Looking forward to it, Steve.” You smiled. He turned and began to walk the opposite direction. He looked over his shoulder one last time and raised his hand in a small wave.
You smiled and waved back. You stood frozen in your spot as you watched the man disappear around the corner. You really hoped he would call. You turned and continued down the path with a smile on your face and a swarm of butterflies dancing in your tummy. 
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I may have missed May the 4th, but hear me out.
So for a while now, I've been sitting on this idea for a Din Djarin x reader one-shot and I wanted to post it today, but by the time I realized it was May the 4th, I had to start reading something for my class tomorrow.
However,
There's this other day called Revenge of the 6th that I can still technically post it on. What I want to know is if anyone would be interested in reading a Mando fic. If you wanna know more, here's a quick summary:
Din x reader where they're in an established relationship, but the reader runs away from him for an undisclosed (for the sake of spoilers) reason. It's gonna be based on a scene from Rise of Skywalker (That I will post a gif about), but instead of Kylo and Rey, it's Din and the reader. I wanna make it a little angsty with a fluffy ending.
What do you think? Should I do it? Please let me know.
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kaleidescope-writes · 3 years
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happy lesbian visibility day!!!!! ❤️🧡🤍💗
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