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Me glancing at my exponentially growing document of several dozen pages of new ideas and all the ongoing stories I need to finish w

ty for the tag, @bonvoyagenoona ! someday i'll clear out my inbox 🥲

Fav color: definitely purple or blue

Currently reading: i'm on book 10 out of 14 in the Wheel of Time, only about 100 pgs left tho!

Last song: Dis-ease by BTS (also one of my favorite songs to exist)

Last series: as the blog says, i started One Piece recently, and since i'm 160 episodes in i can't remember what came before that🤪

Last movie: Thor: Love & Thunder (in theatres w my friends)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory > sweet > spicy

Currently working on: a couple small projects to help me get back into writing: Unexpected Arrivals, The Arms of Chaos, and some oneshot pieces! lots of little incoherent one piece drabbles too

don't have many people to tag so i'll grab some i know! no pressure y'all🤓 @elventhief @veshati-ghoste @skyrim-drabbles-n-stuff @evil-is-relative

Tag nine people you want to get to know better

Thanks so much @mysoftboybensolo for the tag and sorry for the late response

Fav color: purple

Currently reading: (about to start) "The Book of Accidents" by Chuck Wendig

Last song: "Stardust" by Armin Van Buuren and Jean Michel Jarre (in repeat)

Last series: Stranger Things

Last Movie: Wendy (2020) 《it's such a good movie I watched it like 3 times in a row 》

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy (which is also savory btw)

Currently working on: answering this post

tagging: @shyloverboy , @unagotitadelluvia , @greghouse , @cocoamoonmalfoy , @dusted-souls , @vanillabeanlattes , @genericbrowngurl , @oh-nostalgiaa , @palpalopaloma @virtie333

*Looks at my large cabinet of WIP files from Teen Wolf, DCU/Titans, Supernatural, Jujutsu Kaisen, several other fandoms*

The Palace Doors | WIP

Author's note: Well, hello! Apologies for the brief writing disappearance 😬. I will admit that I'm encountering a terrible, terrible case of writer's block. My prime priority right now is to post a new chapter of my ongoing fic 'yours truly', but it is proven a rather challenging chapter to write. So. . . with that confession, I have decided to open up my vault of WIPs (works in progress). So I present to you this random WIP that may or may not properly written in future. Hopefully this entertains you all, as you await the next chapter of 'yours truly.' 💗

@literally-just-elvis-fics

As this is a WIP, the pairings are undecided. Of course it is elvis, but idk if it is a reader or an OC.

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There is a certain frenzy that encloses the space. A mass crowd of people filter through the gates, all huddling in groups with the finest attire hugging their bodies. The dark-blue canvas of the sky that blanketed its citizens, only lightly affected the joyous yells of the guests. Each tall corner piece of the vicinity held the torch, the source of fiery-orange light amidst the chaos that may unravel well into the evening.

Hundreds upon hundreds of people held the exact same expression, as they detach themselves from their carriages. Mouths hanging open in awe and fascination, as they slowly approach the architecture that is the optimal definition of elegance and opulence. Even more so, whispers of gossip exchanged through friendly acquaintances with only one question: Why are the Palace doors open, and why now?

As grandiose classical music played through the courtyard of the palace, the guests were quick to be opportune to the lavish ways of music and dancing. Unbeknownst to them, the host gazed from his window at the very top room of the palace. His sapphire-blue eyes were quickly darting through the faces of the women, not as an action of to pick and choose. But for the purpose of searching, a desperate search for one particular person.

She's not here. Elvis thought, frustration travelling through him faster than the darkness of the night encompassing the sky.

A knock resounds through the door.

"Come in, " He firmly says, still in his position.

The door swung open and was abruptly shut. Footsteps tapped on the wooden polished floors, drawing closer to him.

"Your Majesty." The familiar voice says. The voice belonging to a man with ashen-brown hair, and a firm square-shaped face. He was tall, but did not measure past the height of the King. He stood straight, facial expression neutral.

Elvis turns around, "Cornelius. Is there a problem?"

"I would not call it a problem, not necessarily Your Majesty. However, I believe that the guests are growing. . . impatient. There has been talks of desiring answers on the purpose of this event." Cornelius explained, straightforward and honest.

Elvis knew that this would be the case anytime soon. After all, it is midway through the beginning of the ball. He sighed at the report and crossed the room, to lean against the mahogany desk.

"I see." Elvis nods, "I will address the people, but not tonight. Not now."

Cornelius furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but no words escape his mouth.

Elvis' hands grab hold of the glass jar, effectively pouring the reddish-brown liquid into the empty glass that sat on the desk. For a moment, the only sound being this only. Cornelius watches his movements, unsure of the thoughts circling the King's mind.

As Elvis' fingers wrap around the glass of bourbon, he takes a sip from it. The taste burning his tongue, eliciting a slight grimace from his perfectly chiselled features. Despite the cold glass in contact with his skin, the events of the night propel emotions in the level of scorching fire onto him.

"She didn't come." Elvis says, to no one in particular. His voice almost to the level of a whisper. His eyes looking into nowhere in particular.

Cornelius pauses and says, "Your Majesty, what do you advise I tell the guests if they were to question-"

"Tell them that I am not well. Tell them that their questions will be answered in due time." His voice stern.

Cornelius bows, "Yes, Your Majesty." He leaves the room, leaving Elvis to battle with his thoughts in silence.

Elvis returns to the window, "Please, my darling. I am running out of time. Where are you?" He says, tears in his eyes in hope and desperation as he hears the fireworks shoot to the sky, as people cheered with glee.

The people may be joyous in celebration, but curiosity grows like a flower in the spring. For the answer to their question on why, why would His Majesty open the palace doors after a century of silence? The answer can only be found, if one were to change the course of the question. . .

not why, but whom?