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Also: The Eye thing in the bottom right panel

For um. Science reasons. Yes.

How do you measure a year?

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 ^-^

schedule for the rest of this week here

@pearltheartist, @whitestorm547


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.

Dear Soulmate,

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.

So you waited.

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First Best Friend

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: Little Angst, nice fluffy ending.

A/N – 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.”

The 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 away.

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Sting - Part 2 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover. You are the absolute best . 

WARNINGS - None, maybe some angst idk . 

(second time using this gif, cause I couldn’t find any)

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld


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 you?

“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?”

“Bucky ,please….”

“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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First Dates

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader

Prompt: none lmao I just wanted to write this

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.

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archive moodboard x - lit from within (rose flush edition) for @oh-no-its-mo 💝 🌷 💖


🐘  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.

Sorry To Disappoint


Pairing: Derek x Reader

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.

anonymous asked:

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.

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Breakfast girl

Title: Breakfast girl

Pairing: Dean x female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

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?

(A/n: This 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 ^^)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

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Your Brother Doyoung

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 you <3

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 666 (See my links to hell are confirmed)

Originally posted by dovounq

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 said laughing.

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 coffee.

“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!”


Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Cheesy Fluff

Summary: You spend a day in with Jin and it turns out to be one of your best ever

Note: Y’all I think you should really owe it to my friends for all these concepts because my creativity is dead unless they ask me to make something for them and therefore making something for you in the process (im kidding) but yeah! This little baby was born because my good friend couldn’t find enough Jin fics on here and I wanted to change that <3

Originally posted by ksjknj

“Jin… Jin wake up” you whispered, your chin perched on top of your folded hands, of which were resting on his shoulder as you watched the sunlight grace his face gently.

It was early, too early for people like you and Jin to be awake at all but you couldn’t contain your excitement for what the day held for you.

You moved closer, careful not to put too much weight on him as your lips brushed his jaw gently.

“Jiiiiin” you said a little louder, peppering his jawline and cheek with soft kisses and he began to stir from his sleep. “Jin, come on”

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Another World – Thranduil x (human) reader

Part 1/?

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 ward.”

“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 real.

“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 exasperated gasp.

“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 a choice.

“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 food.”
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.