Request: soulmate au- when you reach 18, you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate.
Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader
Warnings: mild angst
Word count: 2,797
A/N: welcome to day one of the @hamwriters writeathon (aka AU time)! I’m posting a fic a day this week (woah) and I am so excited pls come and scream with me. endless thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow for proofreading and being awesome ^-^
You celebrated your eighteenth birthday in seventeen eighty three. Your parents, ageing together for twenty years, looked on fondly as you accepted their gift- new writing supplies and a diary.
“Write about your life,” your father suggested. He had fought in the revolutionary war alongside Washington himself, meeting your mother when he had returned from to New York to begin his life anew.
“Thank you,” you told him. Your best friend Theodosia had already found her soulmate and, despite you being born before her, she now looked older.
You carefully signed your name on the inside cover. The ink shone on the page and you decided you would write a letter to your soulmate each and every day until you met them.
You pushed your way through the streets of New York, shivering in the cold. Having invested your money well over the last two hundred and thirty years, you didn’t have to work full time, and could afford to spend your time in coffee shops, writing.
You were on your two hundredth journal. You always carried your first one and your latest one with you- the beginning and the end of your life, you reasoned. You had written over eighty-five thousand letters to your soulmate.
And you had never met them.
A couple of times you had tried to find someone else- someone who had lost their soulmate or who hadn’t found them yet either, but it never worked. If they had known their soulmate, you could never be enough.
You slipped into your current favourite coffee shop- a two story independent shop that was a stones throw away from Broadway. You wondered idly if there was a new show you could go and see, and decided to head over to take a look later.
There was a new barista at the counter. Her hair a golden-brown that caught the light as she chatted animatedly to her coworkers. You slid into your favourite seat - a cushy armchair by the window - and pulled out your journal.
You opened it to a fresh page and pulled out a pen and a paperclip. You wrote the date above the lines and fished around in your jacket pocket for a moment before finding your ticket to an art exhibition you had been to. You clipped it to the page and started to write.
New York is so different now- so busy, so tall, and so alive. It’s no longer the city I grew up in, but I suppose the world moves on even if I don’t.
There was an exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about soulmates - I saved my ticket. They had photos of people with their soulmates, dressed in the clothing of the era they were born in. The kind of thing they might have worn on their eighteenth birthday.
Couples from all over the world - every nationality, every gender, every sexuality. Little placards letting you know how long they’d waited for each other. People born during World War One - a horrible time - meeting their soulmates today.
It gave me hope that I might still find you.
You closed your journal as the waitress brought over your coffee, setting it down with a smile. You thanked her.
Over two centuries you had met people who had waited for their soulmates for just as long as you had. Many of them had watched their families die, as you had, and struggled to keep faith. Every one of them had found their soulmates eventually and promised you it was worth it.
– this is for @jared-padaloveme ‘s Fluffy Birthday Challenge.
Happy Birthday Juju! With the prompt/trope → “You’re afraid
that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but
now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people
around and I’m getting vry suspicious.”
first time you met Sam Winchester, you were only a little munchkin.
You barely remember but your mom had taken pictures. They were kept
in your memory box, stored deep inside your closet, hidden under a
few old sweaters that don’t fit you anymore but you refuse to throw
You wanted to let it go . Well at least you tried to . But you couldn’t . How could
you when every morning you were blessed with
the sight of the new couple together at the cafe. You stopped going
there. You just couldn’t .How you wanted to walk over to him and tell the
truth. It wouldn’t be that hard , maybe he would believe you. But then again ,
you now knew how manipulative your friend was and you were sure she would cook
up some story .
It hurt you . For the past 6 months you were hurting under the
impression that Bucky cheated on you . That he was with another person while he
was with you . He craved pleasure in someone who wasn’t you . The thought of
him touching another person , kissing another person and having sex with them
increased your hatred towards him . But to now know that it was all a lie hurt
even more. You lost a man that made you oh so very happy.
But it wasn’t really your fault , was it? She fed you with
lies for over a week . She told you about how she had her suspicions about
Bucky’s character .Until that day she called you and told you that he cheated.
You felt that she was your true friend .She looked out for you . You were glad
that you decided to befriend her 4 years ago at the office party.
You called her that night to inform her that you were going
to your brothers , and that you were going to stay there for a while. But she
didn’t lift the phone.
She called you a few times and the conversations only lasted
a few minutes and then she stopped calling all together . But you had your
brother so you didn’t think much of it. You even called her to inform that you
got a job near the old one and that you will be coming back , but she didn’t
lift her phone .
Now you could see it all so clearly .How she betrayed you
with her lies . Why would you ever think that your bestfriend would ever do
such a thing.
It wasn’t easy
passing her occasionally and not just slap her for doing this to you . As the
days increased the guilt on her face became evident. You could see that she
knew exactly how bad she fucked up . But you didn’t know if it was real guilt
or she was just acting so that you wouldn’t tell any of this to Bucky .
But you knew he deserved to know the truth . If he chose to
stay with Sabrina even after knowing the truth then there isn’t much you could
do. So you decided to tell him. He worked in the firm right next to yours , and
so did Sabrina . You walked through the hallways searching for the that had his
name on it. But before you could , you were being dragged around the corner by
you ‘best friend’.
“Fucking touch me again , and I will break your hand.” You
scolded pulling your elbow from her hand
“What are you doing here?”, she asked sternly.
“I came to meet Bucky.” You replied.
“For what huh? You are going to tell him the truth?”
She laughs bitterly at this .
“Do you really think he is going to believe you?”
“I don’t know. But I can try to make him see how pathetic you are.”
“Oh honey . Don’t you see how happy he is with me . I love him more than you
ever could. He deserves much better than you . And that’s why he has me .”
The words stung your heart, but you couldn’t show it to her. You knew that even
if a hint of belief crossed your face she wouldn’t use it against you.
She pushed past her with tears stinging your eyes and made
way to your office. You couldn’t look at her anymore or Bucky . Maybe he was
happier now . Maybe she was better him .
With a clean face and tissues in your hand you sat back in
your office and got back to work , hoping that it would be a distraction from
the current situation .But however hard you tried you couldn’t remove the image
of Bucky from your mind. You were reminiscing .
You remembered your first date. The ever confident and
flirtatious Bucky Barnes looked so cute when he was shy and nervous about
asking you out . And when you accepted the smile that grew on his face was
blinding . It was nothing fancy . He took you out to a nice restaurant and then
to your favourite ice-cream parlour . It
was a day you could never forget because it was the first time you had a taste
of his lips.
You hand rose to your lips as you rubbed it thinking about
how tender and gentle the kiss was. You let the tears flow down your cheek
staining your shirt when you heard your door opening .
In front of you stood Bucky with Sabrina by his side.
You got up from your seat and looked at both of them .
“Bucky , she’s not worth it . She left you!!!” Sabrina said
trying to pull Bucky out of the door.
You could feel the anger boiling inside you . How the fuck
could she even say that?? I left him???
“I know. But I want to know why?” he said looking at you . He looked hurt , he
looked the way you looked when she lied to you about Bucky indecency .
“But why? I mean , why does it matter now.” She knew that
there was no way out of this situation , she looked worried about the cat
getting out of the bag.
“I just need to know.” He walked towards you , standing in
front of your desk , his eyes boring into yours. “Tell me .”
You knew if you told him the truth he wouldn’t be with Sabrina.
But what if she was right? What if he was happier with her than he was with
“Y/N Please.”. he begged. He looked hurt and angry he
deserved to know the truth .
“I thought you cheated on me.”, the words barely audible.
“What?”, Bucky was taken aback by your words.
“Wha…What did I
ever do to make you think that? I neve…I never cheated on you.”
“I know that now.” You say with your head down , sounding
guilty. You knew it wasn’t your fault but you did hurt Bucky .
“Why did you think that?” He asked a little more sternly.
“I…Because..”, you wanted to tell him, but you still
weren’t sure for some reason .
“Y/N , just tell me.”
You could see from behind Bucky that Sabrina was already
standing with her head down , looking guilty as fuck.
“Sabrina told me.” , you blurted out . You couldn’t hold it
back. He needed to know.
“What?? “ he asked turning to face her .
As the words came out of your mouth she instantly looked up
to you , anger behind her gaze .And now that Bucky turned towards her , her
expression completely changed.
“Is it true?” You expected him to be more angry and furious
, expected him to scream at her . But he
didn’t . He felt the same thing you felt when you found the truth. Betrayal . He
couldn’t believe that someone was capable of doing this .
“Yes . But Bucky I did it because I love you.” She pleaded
taking his hands in hers. He pulled away instantly.
“Well thats a weird way of showing it. You took away someone
I loved the most . And you want me to believe that you love me?”
“Get out.” Was all that he said . She was crying . You didn’t know what to feel . Were you
angry yes. But you were a little sad too .You knew the feeling . You knew how
you felt when you thought Bucky didn’t love you .
You watched her walk away . out of your office. Wiping her
tears . You looked at Bucky who still had his back towards you .
“I am sorry.” You didn’t know what you were sorry for
exactly but you said it anyways .
He slowly turned towards you as you continued speaking,
looking down at your desk.
“I know that things ended badly ,and you love or loved
Sabrina , and I don’t know where we stand but….” you squeaked in surprise as
you felt him press his lips against yours.
After a moment of surprise you melt into the kiss and wrap
your fingers around his neck. The kiss was urgent and full of need.
For someone reason tears rolled down your eyes as Bucky
hugged you , close to his chest .
“Hey , it’s okay .”
“I thought I lost you now. I thought you loved her.”
“I love you . Always did.” His words soothed your heart and
your lips curled into a smile.
“I love you.” He pulled you closer to his body , hoping he
doesn’t have to lose you again .
A week passed before your path crossed with Sabrina’s. You
saw her enter the cafe. You couldn’t to sip on your tea when she came and sat
in front of you .
A few minutes of silence passed before she spoke up .
“I am sorry . I was selfish . I should have never hurt you .
I know you can’t forgive me . And I know you can never trust me . But I just
wanted you to know that I ashamed of what I did . And I am sorry.”
You didn’t know if you could believe her or not. But you
knew that forgiving her will give a fresh start to the both of you.
“As you said I don’t know
if I can ever trust you , but I
do accept your apology.” You say smiling .
She smiled back softly.
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Author’s note: enjoy something extremely self gratuitous which I felt like writing despite having several prompts in my inbox (which I will 100% get around to writing)
Word count: 1,074
Warnings: couple of swears
A sigh left you as you dragged yourself off the couch after realising you had only an hour left to get ready for your date: one of the first ‘first dates’ you had had in a very long time. Using a significantly more refined technique of choosing an outfit as opposed to your daily method of ‘reach into the closet with your eyes closed and pull out the first thing you touch’, you managed to pick out something you were happy with. Pulling out a black silk playsuit with an open back and generous neckline, along with your favourite pair of matching lingerie - you never knew what could happen after dinner - you proceeded into your bathroom.
You turned the tap once. No water. Another turn. Still no water. Of fucking course your shower would break now. What more could be expected from a shitty room in a shitty college dorm? Having already taken off and discarded your clothes you wrapped your towel around your body, tying it securely to save you from any future indecency.
Gathering up your clothes and toiletries you steeled yourself, taking several calming breathes as you approached your door. Opening the door to your hallway you turned your head left and right, checking to see if the coast was clear before stepping out barefoot, and walking the short distance across the hall.
You reached Philip’s door, and hoping beyond hopes that he was in his room, you knocked quickly. Relief flooded over you as you first heard footsteps inside, preempting the opening of the door.
“Philip,” you began, not busying yourself with meaningless greetings. However, the look of confusion that immediately appeared on Philip’s face after he looked you up and down prompted you to give him an explanation. “My shower’s broken.” You stated simply, as if that would completely enlighten him.
🐘 All In (feat. a cute S.Coups selfie + Monsta X) Request: ✔ (Anon) || Masterlist
You never thought that meeting one of your favourite idols could be so damn awkward. Shownu offers you a bow and you return it in glee, all too aware of the narrowed eyes of your boyfriend only meters away. It’s been 5 months since your accidental texts and 3 months since you’ve begun dating. As a sort-of apology for being so busy, Seungcheol brought you with him to one of his music shows during one of Seventeen’s promotional period. Not unusually, Monsta X’s promotional period coincided, and a trip to the bathroom ended up with you bumping into your favourite idol (luckiest fun alive? Perhaps). He’s just as ~magical~ as you’ve always imagined him to be and Seungcheol begrudgingly introduces you two, although you’re perhaps the only one who notices the twitch of his eye. He’s since “retreated” but you can feel him lurking around. Just to spite him, you give Shownu a hug before bidding him goodbye, waiting until the Monsta X member is gone before going to find your boyfriend. He’s staring at you all pouty when you find him and you roll your eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking on. You don’t need to see him to know that his nonexistent puppy ears have perked themselves up and in a moment he’s back by your side, back in step. In reality, there was never any question: the two of you have always been all in, and will remain all in for the long haul.
Hi there! I saw you were looking for writing prompts, so can I give you one? How about Soldier76/Reader being comfortable enough around each other to let their guard down?
Hello there! Oh gosh thanks for giving me a prompt :) I really do have a soft spot for Soldier 76/ Jack Morrison. Hope you enjoy this fluff! Please feel free to send me more!
The hours after midnight were always the magic hours to you; when most people left for their rooms, the base whirling down from the day’s activity. You settled yourself in the common room, curled up in a plush armchair, resting your back on one armrest and your legs dangling off the other. The lamp beside you provided enough light so you could read, but it was dim enough to soften the room, smudging shadows and blurring edges. Your team had just came back from a mission earlier today, following up on some leads about Talon. Everything went smoothly, a quick in and out, disappearing into the night kind of mission. You were glad you had experienced Overwatch members on your team.
As your eyes glazed over the text, you heard some footsteps entering the room, stopping at the entrance. Only a handful of people would still be awake at this time.
“That can’t be comfortable,” the voice said, breaking the silence. You took your eyes off the page and glanced towards the door, noting the tall figure hiding with the shadows. The red visor gave the man away, glinting as he walked a few steps closer.
Sorry this is quite short but I wasn’t really sure what to write, hope you enjoy it anyways - Em x
Request: Please do a doyoung and sibling fanfic/scenario! Thank
Word Count: 666 (See my links to hell are confirmed)
You heard the keys
twist in your front door. You started to panick slightly because only you and
your brother Doyoung had keys to your house and because of his schedule Doyoung
was literally never there.
You picked up the
nearest pillow and walked to the door, you weren’t quite sure how a pillow
would help you if it came to a fight but it was the first thing you had seen.
The lock finally
twisted open, your door was notoriously hard to open, and the door swung open.
You screamed and then he screamed and everyone was screaming.
Doyoung burst out
laughing when he saw you holding the pillow peeping from around the door.
“Next time I should
just knock then sis?” he said chuckling, “although if your reaction to me
visiting is always this funny, I might jump in through the window next time.” He
You frowned, dropping
the pillow running over to hug him but not before giving him a playful shrug.
“You don’t live here
anymore, you can’t just show up at random times in the morning scaring the
living bejeezus out of me, I was preparing for a fight, I thought you were an
intruder.” You said pouting slightly
Doyoung stuck his
toungue out at you. “Intruder or not, where you really planning to fight me off
with a pillow?” he asked curiously, “because I don’t think it would have been
my first choice of weapon. Also,” he said interupting himself, “can I have a
cup of coffee please?” he asked you.
You walked back into
the living room, “Make it yourself Doyoung, you know where the machine is,”
“But I’m your guest
y/n, you should help me get things, I came the whole way from Seoul to come see
you. Well actually I came back from Thailand, which was a long flight let me
tell you. I was telling this joke…”
You stood up from the
sofa and shook your head laughing.
“And I can assume it
was as well recived by your members as the vroom vroom show and so now you’re
mad so you came to visit me.” You replied walking into the kitchen to make
“Well I’m not actually
mad, I’m just pretending as a joke. Also, it gave me an excuse to come see my
favourite sister,” he said grinning at you.
You rolled your eyes.
To most that would sound sweet but he left out one key detail.
“I’m your only sister, your
potato,” you replied to him turning the coffee machine on. Still not sure as to
why he couldn’t do it himself.
“Yeah you see y/n, I’m
an idol now, I can’t do such menial task like making coffee, that’s for the
peasents like you,” he said holding an air of fake importance. You knew he was
joking but glared at him regardless.
“I don’t see why anyone
likes you, I personally like all your members better than you,” you said.
Doyoung placed his hand over his heart and acted as if he had been shot.
“You know y/n, that
really wounds me, you are cutting me deep sister, wounds like this may never
heal. How could anyone else be your favourite member.
“I’m gonna say it now
Doyoungie, I like Yuta more than you. He is my bias and he has never asked me
to make coffee for him.” You said staring off into space as if you were
dreaming of Yuta.
“That’s because you
only met him once. There is no member better than me, your brother. You owe it
to me because I put up with you and your annoying self for all this time.”
You shook your head.
“I am proud of you
though, you are a pretty cool brother,” you said. But you would never let it
get to his head so you added. “But still, I will always like Yuta more,”
“Damn you, why can’t I
have a sister that appreicates me the most!”
Warnings: Dean has a tiny concussion towards the end.
Nothing serious though.
Summary: Dean and the reader bond other quietly shared
breakfast. But with both of them being hunters they can’t hold onto good things
like that. Or can they turn their friendship into something even better?
is for @fuck-i-shouldnt-have-said-that who reads my stupid writing even though she doesn’t know the
characters yet or doesn’t like them that way. I love you, girl! Thanks for
being my random online friend ^^)
Happy birthday my brightest ray of
sunshine, I hope this day brings nothing but happiness for you. As you grow a
year older, you also grow wiser and lovelier and more of everything you always
were. I hope you know just how proud I am, how proud we all are, of everything
you’ve achieved. You also create a bigger space for yourself in my heart and
honestly, at this point, I’m not sure how I can possibly love you any more than
I already do. But I’m sure you’ll prove that wrong. You always do. If someone
were to ask me why you’re so important to me, I could give a million reasons.
But at the end of the day, the most important reason is, you make happy. You
make me happy on days when happiness seems unreachable. You make me happy on
days where sadness seems to be the only emotion I know. You make me happy in a
way I didn’t know possible and I’m not sure how I could ever repay you for
Now if we were to get into the physical
aspect of it, you are the loveliest person I have ever seen in my life and I
don’t think that will ever change little angel. I am attracted to every little
bit of you and it saddens me to know that you think of yourself as anything
less than perfect because trust me love, you are the closest thing to it. To me
you are the most handsome boy I have ever laid my eyes on.
I love the way you scrunch your
adorable little nose. I love the way you pout when you’re tired. I love that
high pitched laugh you let out when you’re embarrassed. I love how you’re never
afraid to put yourself out there and try new things. I love how you’re always
trying to be a better you. I love how you work steadily towards your dreams and
make sure to achieve them. I am so hopelessly in love with how you seem to
age backwards. Becoming a teenier little baby each time I see you.
I love how you always try and spread
your energy and brightness to everyone around you. I love how serious you are
towards your work. I love how considerate you are towards everyone. I love how
you sing. You sing like you’re handing your heart over to the listener and god,
I could never ever get tired of listening to you sing. I love your voice so so
so much. God I could go on and on about just your voice. It is, after all, the
first thing that made me fall in love with you. Your voice makes me feel warm
and fuzzy and happy and a million other things I could never put into words. I
love the small child that resides in you, that source of pureness that makes me
so endlessly endeared. I love your pretty eyes that give everything away. The
way they curve when you smile and droop when you’re tired or sad. I love your
adorable pouty lil lips. I love your teeny little moles that are like little
landmarks on you. This may sound silly, but I even love your hair little angel.
How you run your hands through it, how you swish it around like a lil puppy
when you’re excited.
And now to one of my
absolute favourite things about you; your smile. I could never even begin to
explain just how much I love your smile. Before I ever saw you, I had often
read about the idea of falling in love with a smile. At the time it was a
rather foreign concept to me, after all, how can somebody fall in love with a
smile? But little angel, I have fallen so deeply in love with your smile and
now, I understand what it means. How can someone not fall in love with a smile
like yours? Your smile contains all the radiance in the world and no words,
nothing, could ever do justice to it. It has been years since I fell in love
with your smile and I’m still not used to how bright and lovely it is. Your
smile has never failed to bring a smile onto my own face and I’m so so so
grateful to you for that.
Each and every day, you
give me more and more reasons to love you. I see how mature and thoughtful you
are and it makes me endlessly proud. I have learnt a lot from you my love. At
this point, I’m pretty much just rambling. I would go on and on about how much
I love you but I’m not eloquent enough to hope to ever convey those feelings in
their entirety. So I’ll just say, I love you angel. With my whole entire heart.
You make me so happy and I hope I can tell you someday, just how much you’ve
helped me out during my most difficult moments. Thank you so much.
I hope you are completely
satisfied with everything you do and I wish you all the happiness in the world,
may this year see you happier and healthier than ever. Happy 25th Birthday my love <3 Have a great one :’) <333
Summary:You witness Derek throw Isaac out and you comfort him and ask him why he did what he did, which leads to the two of you to have an argument.
Things have been full on ever since the Alpha pack had appeared in Beacon Hills, Derek was spread too thin trying to figure out a way to defeat them and it got to the stage where he lashed out at Isaac just because of how stressed he really is. Things escalated quickly that night when all Isaac wanted to do was help, but Derek being the way that he is wouldn’t let him and instead ended up throwing a glass at Isaac just to get him to leave.
You were coming down the stairs when you saw what had occurred. Isaac’s face said it all and you just knew all the bad memories from his childhood came back.
Derek’s face was filled with regret he was extreme at times but this was something else. Watching Isaac grab his bag and leave, it broke your heart that this is what it’s come too.
“Did you really have to throw that glass at him?” you asked Derek who was leaning against the table, looking upset.
“He wouldn’t leave and I needed him too” he said.
Walking down the last few steps you stopping and crossed your arms, “So throwing a glass at his head was the way to get him to leave?”.
Derek sighed and you knew that he didn’t want to talk about it, but at this stage you weren’t going to give him the chance to just ignore this or walk away.
“You don’t know what it’s like! I’m trying to protect him, I couldn’t save Boyd or Erica and I don’t want the same thing to happen to Isaac”.
Derek shouting was never your favourite thing, he could be violent and scary when his anger kicked it. By no means would he ever hurt you, but just seeing the darkness in his eyes was enough to give you goosebumps.
“Derek you didn’t have to push him away” you said.
“I had no choice!” he shouted in obvious frustration at the fact that you couldn’t grasp that concept.
“Don’t spin the I had no choice bullshit! You did, and your only saying that you didn’t just to make yourself feel better”.
High levels of anger and just emotions in general were probably clouding both yours and Derek’s judgement right now. And although putting all the blame on him wasn’t exactly fair, the pressure just all got too much for him and in all honestly you couldn’t really blame him for lashing out. But he lashed out at Isaac in the worst way, that’s why you were mad.
“What do you want me to do Y/N, do you want me to apologize to Isaac? Do you want me to go and find him and bring him back? What do you want me to do!”.
Derek was taking steps with each passing word and considering he had long legs it didn’t take long for you guys to be face to face.
“Do what you want. I just can’t believe you did that to Isaac of all people, especially when you knew of his past and how much his already been through. He looks up to you Derek, he trusts you. And how do you return that trust, by throwing a glass at his head”.
He looked at you with sad eyes, “I’m sorry to disappoint you. But I did what I had to do”.
“Don’t you always Derek.”
Grabbing your coat you put it on and made your way to the door, “Where are you going?” Derek asked.
“If you kicked Isaac out, I’m guessing you don’t want me here either. You got to stop pushing people away Derek…all we want to do is help.” Sliding the door, Derek’s hand landed on top of yours.
“I don’t want you to go” he said, although you barely heard what he had said.
“You can’t plead with me to stay but have no problem in kicking Isaac out, it doesn’t work that way.”
Hearing Derek say what he did next, was possibly the most hardest thing he had to do. It was just one word, but it meant so much. “Stay” he whispered.
By now you were face to face. Derek and you weren’t an item, in fact you don’t think either of you knew what this was. It was complicated, but that was where the line ended. Softly placing your hand on his face, it was heartbreaking to leave him. But everything was changing and you didn’t know what was real anymore.
Tearing your eyes away from Derek’s, you got the door open and walked out. Soon enough the reality of it all would hit you, but until then you had no problem in feeling numb.
Could you do an imagine where Thranduil somehow gets
transported to the present day, and you have to explain everyday things to him?
Yes. Yes I can.
Another boring day. Summer holiday, nothing to do, no one to
see, no one to be. All you had to do was watch season after season of your
favourite shows, which could never get boring really, but when everyone else
was posting photos of sunny holidays, and you were laid in your pyjamas, you
knew you needed to find something to do.
“Okay, that’s season 2 finished,” You said to yourself “Let’s
make a snack, then watch the next one.” Again, to yourself. You prised yourself
off of the sofa, and headed towards the kitchen, busying yourself in trying to
reach a bowl from that just-a-little-bit-too-high cupboard. You knelt on the
surface, grasping for the white bowl.
No, that wasn’t the bowl. That was from upstairs. You loved
your cat, Tom, but why must he always break everything. With a sigh, you
trudged up the stairs. As you reached the top, Tom ran past you. Must have been
running from the crime scene. You followed the direction that they came from.
Your spare room was the only room with the door open, slightly ajar.
Pushing the door open, you stepped into the room. The cat wasn’t running away from an accident, they were running away from a man.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” You shrieked, he looked just as shocked “WHO
ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY FLAT?” He lost the look of horror, and now watched
me with a superior look. “I am Thranduil, King of the Mirkwood realms.” He
lifted his chin slightly, “Now, mortal, tell me where I am, and how I can get
back to my kingdom.” Okay, so now he was claiming to be a fictional character.
Great. Not only did he just turn up in my house, he was mad.
“Um, no. Tell me the truth. No fictional characters, no
lies.” He scowled, and drew himself up higher. Not that he wasn’t already a lot
taller than me. “HOW DARE YOU! I should have you killed for that!”
“Ah, but then I won’t be able to take you to the psychiatric
“What on Middle-Earth is a sy-key-atrict ward?” He exclaimed
angrily. Okay, maybe he was real. No! What am I saying! Of course he’s not
“Okay, cut the cosplay shit, tell me what is happening.”
His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. His hand went
to the long silver dagger protruding from his robes.
“You see this? This is what I use to get rid of the people
who do not obey my command as King.” He paused for a second. “Now, are you going
to stop speaking in riddles, or do I have to use it?”
You gulped, and his (rather large) eyebrows raised, waiting
for an answer. “Y, Yes, m, m, my lord.” You shakily replied.
“Good.” He placed the dagger back in its holster. “Now, how
do I get back to Mirkwood?”
Shit. What do you say now? Sorry but that doesn’t exist? That
would go down well. “I don’t quite know how to get there.”
“But you know where it is?”
“Errr, no.” You slowly replied.
He looked down at you, clenching his jaw, as he let out an
“But you can stay here until you find a way.” You quickly said,
before he could get angry again.
“Fine. Now tell me where I am, mortal.”
“You are in a land we call Earth, and I am pretty certain
that it is a completely different world to yours.”
Maybe you should have worded that better.
“Well I saw that from all this witchcraft you keep here.”
Thranduil answered rolling his eyes. “Now. I require assistance in getting
back, so you must first teach me the way of your world.”
Dear God. Isn’t that just amazing. Well it’s not like I have
“Okay, first you need to blend in. Let’s get you something to
wear, and what the hell are we going to do with your hair?“
“You will not go anywhere near my hair!”
“Fine! But you can’t walk around in those robes.”
You turned, and he followed you out of the door, muttering
under his breath.
As you entered the kitchen, he gasped. “What is this!?”
“This is a kitchen, and these are magical tools for creating
He stared about the room, and you carried on around the house, showing and
explaining the various items.
“And what does this do, mortal?”
“Firstly, don’t call me mortal, my name is (Y/N), and
secondly, that is a light switch. Press it.”
He suspiciously looked at you, then lifted his finger to the
switch, cautiously pushing it. His mouth dropped as the room lit up. He pressed
it again and again, watching as the room flashed. He suddenly remembered your
presence, and cleared his throat, standing up straight.
“Well, I suppose this place is nice enough for now.”
I will definitely be adding more parts to this, but I hope
this is okay for now.
“I was creating what I, as a fannibal, wanted to see. So it was great to see so many people feeling the way I do and picking up on the details that resonated with me. It’s a very communal experience; I feel like we’re peers and there is a mutual respect and that everybody is coming from a place of admiration for the source material, myself included. It’s been a fun, sharing experience with the audience.” [x]
Vera, I could literally never choose a favourite of yours, I don't honestly think that's even possible. The world would literally collapse if I were forced to pick cus I just can't. I would say your La Petite Mort series but then I love your fic where Betty goes dark to rescue Jug, but then Love Is Not A Victory March was literally the most incredible thing I've ever read, but then you just knocked it out of the park with Where The Wild Roses Grow like damn and now your latest one I can't 💖
Anna, how can you be such an angel??? This praise is literally something that I never ever expected for my stories, even in my wildest dreams, and now hearing you say wonderful things like that, I just I think I’m living in a dream! Seriously, I keep thanking you for your incredible suppport and feedback but it’s never enough, I need to invent new words for all the amazingly flattering ones you send my way! Love you, honey, you are such a brilliant human being.
P.S. Know you know how I feel about all your literary masterpieces!