#tale teller's daily writing challenge

[emailsfromanactor]

Psst, wanna read the book this flap copy is about (and another one that adds some context)?

In the cast of the 1964 Sir John Gielgud-Richard Burton Hamlet was William Redfield, playing Guildenstern. During the three months of the play’s preparation, from the rehearsals through the out-of-town tryouts to the gala opening night on Broadway, William Redfield wrote a series of letters describing the daily happenings and his impressions of them. Here, ‘beaten with a stick, and told to behave’, as Mr. Redfield claims, they have been made into Letters from an Actor, a brilliantly unusual book and surely one of the most stimulating and delightful ever to come from the theatre. It is itself a series of plays within a play. Certainly here is an account of Gielgud’s production—inspired and erratic, flamboyant and puzzling—and of Burton’s determined approach to this most challenging of roles; certainly it tells of the processes by which a cast that included Eileen Herlie and Alfred Drake forged one of the most talked-of performances of Hamlet. But in the wings are a hundred and one other figures who throng this stage as surely as the players. Elizabeth Taylor is there in person, a lovely and admired bystander. Olivier is there, unseen but ever-present in argument and anecdote, a magician commanding the Shakespearian stage. So also are Ralph Richardson, Guthrie, Edith Evans, O’Toole and Brando; the Lunts, Guinness, Scofield, Barrymore, Diana Wynyard, even Burbage and Garrick; and above all the towering presence of Shakespeare himself. Our guide throughout is William Redfield: perceptive, acerbic, witty, a teller of tales cautionary and hilarious—an actor. When Paul Scofield read these Letters he wrote to him: ‘I’ve always admired the way you can turn the confusion of an acting “problem” into a lucid and witty conversation piece .... Your book is so full of affection for your subjects, and it’s very moving to rediscover one’s love for such as Burton and Gielgud through the medium of your marvellously vivid letters. I’ve never seen the tortuous and elusive process of the production of a play from first to last so truthfully realized .... The book is endlessly fascinating. Your observation has a spot-on accuracy. I feel I was there .... You can write! Actors rarely can, but you can.’ To which we can only add that it is also great good fun.

Then sign up for Emails from an Actor! More information here. :D

[stories-by-shanna-p]

30 in 30 Fanfiction Writing Challenge (Daily Writing Challenge)

I have been wanting to do another daily writing challenge, as I feel a lot of people really enjoy doing them, and I always enjoy reading the stories each day...but I wanted to do something new and creative. Thus, this challenge was born!!! 

This will be like any other daily writing challenge where you will be tasked with writing one piece of fanfiction a day. It could be a full story, part of a multi-chapter story, a drabble, head canon, anything! The goal is just to write each and every day! 

However, this year we are going to have a “twist” in the challenge. Instead of me sending out a prompt each and every day for you to use, you are going to have more creative control. Because instead of using a prompt...you are going to use different stories, fandoms, or characters--depending on the level of difficulty you would like to take on for the challenge! :D 

This is going to be a special 30 in 30 Daily Writing Challenge! 

If you want to learn more and how to sign-up for the challenge, click the “keep reading line” below. Otherwise, be sure to follow the hashtags below so you can read the amazing stories written by our different participating writers! :D 

How to Participate in the Challenge: 

To join the challenge, all you have to do is the following: 

Make a Master List (a text post you save to link your stories to later) for the challenge. I will make a Master Post linking to each writer’s master list so people can find your stories and page easier. However, I am only allowed so many links per post, so this will help avoid those issues. 

Send me an ASK (please not a message, because I lose those easily) letting me know you’re joining and the link to your Master List Post -- as well as let me know what “level of difficulty” you would like to try! (so I can start the Master Post). 

Start writing on April 1st! :D Be sure to link each story you write to your Master List and to use the challenge hashtag (Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2021) so others can see your stories as well. 

When you link your post on your master list, it may help to list what fandom or character it is for too, just so your readers know!

Choose Your Level of Difficulty -- there are three ways you can participate in this challenge, each more difficult than the last. The Levels Are: 

Normal Difficulty -- Write one story per day (no limits or stipulations on characters or fandoms) 

Medium Difficulty -- Write one story per day -- but each day you need to write for A DIFFERENT CHARACTER! They can be in the same fandom, but the main character (MC) has to be different for each of your 30 stories. 

HARD DIFFICULTY -- Write one story per day -- but each day you need to write for a DIFFERENT FANDOM. Yes, you read that right, for the hardest level of difficulty, you would be writing 30 stories, in 30 days, covering 30 fandoms! MAXIMUM EFFORT! XD 

Get excited and spread the hype for the challenge! 

Rules of Participating in the Challenge: 

There really aren’t many “rules” per se, as I want to give you full creative control, but here are a couple things you will want to note: 

Please tag warnings and spoilers. This is for your readers, please don’t have them reading something triggering without a warning or spoilers for their favorite movie/show without knowing it. You will also want to use the #Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2021 hashtag!

Link all your stories on your Master List, so everyone following the challenge doesn’t miss a single one. It is my plan to reblog the Master Post (which will contain links to all of the master lists) every couple of days so people can find more stories to read, so be sure you update each day so no one misses any of your stories! :D 

Support and cheer on other writers in the challenge. I really love the community challenges build, so let’s make this one extra special by cheering on everyone who is participating! 

“Front Loading” and “Back Loading” (binge writing stories) are allowed -- just please be kind to yourself and take care of yourself! Make sure you sleep, eat, and get plenty of rest! ^^ 

HAVE FUN! This is supposed to be a fun challenge, so be sure you are enjoying it! 

I hope you will consider participating in this challenge! I won’t have any “prizes” to give out for this one, sorry! But I do hope you find it fun and inspiring for your next writing project. I will plan to do special reblogs for those writers who do “Win the Challenge” (write 30 stories in 30 days). 

Happy Writing! 

[fictioninmyblood]

Sacred Light

A/N: I have a hopeful heart so Erik is alive and redeemed. I also didn’t proofread cause I was trying to get all the thoughts out. Hope yawl like. Sidenote: life hit me like a runaway train literally the first day of this challenge so I’m mad behind now. Sorrrrryyyyyyyyy. I will write and post when I can.

Summary: When the Jabari rejoined Wakandan society, it would seem as if Bast was intent on keeping the tribes joined. M’Baku succeeds in capturing the heart and soul of Wakanda’s most sought after hidden light. Part storm, part flower, and some kind of wild woman, Qaqamba Bejide Achebe - Ramonda’s orphaned niece who grew up alongside the Udaku’s, yet as much out of the spotlight as possible - blooms under the affections of Hanuman’s chosen chief. There is a prophecy tied to the Achebe name - their daughters are said to be blessed by every goddess with a light and love like no other, something late King T’Chaka knew to be true - a prophecy that makes them as much of a target as their light shines. And she, is the last of their line with the gift, with the brightest light since the line began. Can M’Baku protect such a sacred light?

Warning: some violence, mentions of murder/death

Translations (via google translate):

nsọ ìhè - sacred light

umanyano oloyikayo - the sacred light union

It was the night of the joining festival, to commemorate the joining of both the Jabari and the Lost  Tribes back into Wakandan society. N’Jadaka was out of rehab and somewhat integrating into his new home, having been pardoned from creating a civil war due to winning the Waterfall Duel which was his birthright. He stuck close to Shuri until M’baku arrived and Shuri ditched them both. Little did those two know, they would soon be walking into an ancient battle for the right of a sacred light.

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Earlier:

A frightening chill ran through Qaqambe as soon as Queen Mother and King T’Challa declared the beginning of the ball of nations. He was here. The man from her nightmares.

“Shuri, get aunt Ramonda quickly. They’re here,” she practically screamed into her kimoyo beads.

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10 years ago

“Please! She’s still a child, let her grow into her own like her sister did.” Qaqambe’s mother, Sade  cried.

“She bleeds, that is growth enough for me to pluck my long awaited bud.” Adrian said.

“13 is not long enough! I beg of you, let me keep her for a little while longer! She deserves to be her own woman.” Sade said.

“Need I remind you of the outcome last time your family denied me my light?” he asked.

Sade vehemently shook her head and sobbed.

Adrian crouched down and spoke into Sade’s ear and said, “I have no quarrels getting rid of you to get to her. There is no one else left to keep her from me.”

Sade raised her head to look him in the eye and yelled her declaration, “That is what you think. She’s long gone and she will find her light keeper before you ever get the chance to lay a hand on her! You just wait, they will be the most formidable warrior on this continent, unwavering in their stand to be the shield of her light.” She laughed hysterically, scared of her certain death yet finding comfort in her dream of a fulfilled daughter with her destined to be.

Adrian stood up and sighed, straightening his unwavering cuffs.

“How unfortunate, I’d hoped to keep her from being orphaned…” he shrugged, “...have it your way.”

Adrian shot Sade in the head twice.

“Now you’re dead and I have to search all of creation for her. Such a pitiful sight, you could’ve been my mother had you ignored destiny and walked into the arms of fate. Now destiny’s got you dead.”

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Now:

Shuri rushed into her lab to find a frazzled Qaqambe pacing a hole into her floors.

“Mother is keeping an eye out at the party, if you stop your pacing you can help us find him much faster.” Shuri said.

“Find who?” N’Jadaka asked, startling both young women into head butting each other.

Shuri said, “Ow! Why are you sneaking around, cousin? Now you’ve caused not one, but two concussions at one of the most inopportune moments!”

N’Jadaka said, “It’s you who was sneaking around lil bit, we just followed you.”

“We?” Qaqambe asked as she locked eyes with M’Bkau, tilting her head back to take in his full glory as he and N’Jadaka walked up to Shuri’s station.

Suddenly, Qaqambe was no longer worried about her impending fate, for it seemed destiny had arrived in the nick of time.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of such a rare gem,” M’Baku said as he grasped Qaqambe’s hand and kissed the back of it.

“I-” Qaqambe was out of breath and words, unable to stop her body from responding to what she could only assume was what her ma and aunt told her about power of light keepers. She felt as if an inferno was lit the moment his lips touched her hand and spread to her entire body.

“M’Baku, Qambe. Qambe, M’Baku. Introductions made. Cousin, take him back to the party, we have urgent business to discuss,” Shuri rushed out, trying to guide the boys back to oblivion and Qaqambe back to their task.

M’Baku easily escaped her hold and ended up in front of Qaqambe again. “Whatever it is that is troubling you, let me help. And don’t you dare try to lie, I can see your light dimming in the face of darkness”

Qaqambe looked to Shuri for help, but her gaze was just as quickly pulled back to M’Baku, like a magnet. “Aunt Ramonda made us promise not to tell anyone outside the Dora what’s happening.”

“It sounds like he already knows with that last declaration,” Shuri mumbled.

“Just trust that it’ll help not hurt to tell us little one,” M’Baku tried again.

“I can show you better than I can tell you and it’s getting hard to hold it all in anyway,” Qaqambe said.

“Qambe no!” Shuri yelled as Qaqambe rolled her neck, opened her arms, and let loose the reigns on her gift.

Suddenly, lights of various colors burst from her, like an aurora light show escaping from her every pore. When she looked into M’Baku’s eyes it was like a supernova was activated, Qaqambe’s light erupted in a large flash before dimming and folding back into herself.

M’Baku, in awe, whispered, “nsọ ìhè, it’s real.”

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Meanwhile, Adrian was 75% certain that his little light was here in Wakanda when he arrived for the festival. He had spent the last decade tracking down Sade’s twin sister, Monda, who had disappeared with her light keeper around the same time Sade did with hers. Using records from before his birth to track down that who did not wish to be found presented as damn near impossible. Damn near.

Turns out that she changed her first name and secured a different last name by marrying. Too bad she married a man who’s responsibilities would put her in the spotlight. Thanks to his father and uncle’s drawings as well as the news of a newly opened Wakanda, he found her and had all the info he needed to infiltrate the party. Qaqambe’s light show gave him the confirmation and motivation he needed.

Slipping from the party virtually unnoticed was easy enough. It was figuring out his way through these halls to find the source of that flash oc light that was going to prove difficult. There were Dora Milaje stationed at the end of every corridor.

He didn’t need to worry since being so close to snuffing out Qaqmbe’s light seemed to strengthen his opposing power of darkness. Adrian slipped past the Dora with ease, able to become one with the shadows of the halls, letting them lead him to Shuri’s lab.

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“Aye! Who the fuck are you and what you doing so far from the party?” N’Jadaka yelled at an instantaneously appeared Adrian. Shuri had notified Queen Ramonda and the Dora while putting on her gauntlets and then pointed them at the intruder while M’Baku gently eased Qambe behind him. N’Jadaka picked up Shuri’s nearby disc blades and took up a similar stance to Shuri.

Adrian smirked, breathing in the fear his sudden appearance created. “Ahhhhhhh, it has been a long time since I’ve smelled such purity ready to be stripped.”

M’Baku growled deep in chest, reacting instead of thinking.

“Why don’t you come on out from behind this beast? Don’t you want to get acquainted with your betrothed?” Adrian said.

“My late mother and aunt told me of the forced betrothal alliance! You have no real claim to me,” Qaqambe said with tears in her eyes and voice.

Adrian spoke an unknown language, opened his hand and clutched into a fist. Qaqambe fell to the floor holding her throat as if she was choking. He said, “you will come with me, or I will do that to those you love,” and then he released her to gasp for breath.

M’Baku dropped to his knees beside Qaqambe and held her close. “We will fight him for your freedom, do not worry about us, you won’t have to go with him. I swear by Hanuman’s name, he won’t get your light.”

N’Jadaka and Shuri took a step forward as well as the Dora Milaje that was easing up behind him, but Adrian repeated the mantra and motion. Everyone except M’Baku and Qaqambe fell to the floor gasping for air.

A flash of confusion and fear flitted across Adrian’s face, which was long enough for M’Baku to charge at him. His hold on everyone broke as soon as he made contact, tackling Adrian to the ground like linebacker was his job title. When he wrapped his arm around Adrian’s neck and held him in place by his legs, Adrian started to go limp unable to combat such pressure and force without the use of his powers.

Qaqambe couldn’t let M’Baku take on such a burden as taking a life, especially not on her behalf. “M’Baku, no! Let him live. Do not stoop to his level.”

He loosened his hold, but didn’t let go completely, knowing that someone as conniving as Adrian would take her kindness for weakness and try to use it against them.

“Well what shall we do with him then? I won’t give him another opportunity to harm you.” M’Baku said.

Queen Ramonda walked in with her guards on her tail. “We’ll take away his chances of claiming her. M’Baku?”

“Yes, Queen mother?” he responded.

“Would I be wrong to assume that you are familiar with umanyano oloyikayo?” she asked.

M’Baku said, “No you wouldn’t. And if your next question is whether or not I am willing to participate in it with your niece, the answer is that I would be honored to be her light keeper...” M’Baku locked eyes with Qambe, “...if she’ll have me?”

Ramonda looked to Qaqambe who couldn’t stop crying watching their exchange. She nodded her head vehemently.

Ramonda signaled the Dora and Ayo stepped forward to handcuff and neutralize Adrian, allowing M’Baku to release him and make his way back to Qambe. N’Jadaka and Shuri stood down when he was secure.

Ramonda said, “All you have to do is promise to be her light keeper in your heart and mind as well as out loud, like a prayer, and you seal it with a kiss to her forehead.”

Adrian struggled uselessly against his restraints and guards. “No! She’s mine!”

M’Baku barked his signature Jabari grunt, silencing the interloper. He pulled Qambe to him by her hands until they were flushed against one another. He enveloped her in his arms, resting his hands at the base of her back and rested his forehead against hers, both their eyes closing in recognition of the sanctity of their last minute coupling. Once he spoke the prayer internally and externally, he sealed the union just as Ramonda had instructed. Qaqambe’s head tilted back, letting loose a wail of beautiful pain. Her light burst from her third eye first before it poured from her mouth as well until she collapsed into M’Baku’s arms with her light dancing around her like an aura.

“What in the 5th element just happened?” N’Jadaka asked.

“Much more than you were ever supposed to see nephew,” Ramonda said as she linked her arms with Shuri and N’Jadaka.

“Is Be gonna be okay?” he asked.

Ramonda looked back to the new couple as M’Baku trailed behind the group, refusing to let his eyes leave Qambe’s face for too long.

Ramona smirked and said, “She’s going to be just fine now.”

[thepokyone]

Goner

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Steve and Tony)

Content/Warnings: fluff, so much pining it’s literally unbelievable

Words: 693

Daily Challenge Prompt #: 1

A/N: *raises from the dead* I’m aliveee! I’m doing @sdavid09’s daily challenge and this is the 1st! I hope you guys enjoy this fic, as it is free of Endgame spoilers (considering I haven’t seen it yet) so please don’t comment any spoilers and make me have to kill you. Anyway, enjoy!

Loki remembers the first time he saw you. Steve had hauled you out from the rubble of a collapsed building, not even sure if you were alive but determined to save at least one person from this disaster. You were coated in dust, so much so that you looked like one of the gargoyles that used to watch over the building, gray dust clinging to you like a second skin.

Even then you were breathtaking, that he had to admit, but he was certain that a human such as you: weak, bloody, inconsequential, would never survive such an ordeal. He believed that when the ambulance screamed away with you that would be the end of it. Steve visited you in the hospital once, after you woke up from surgery, and no one expected you to show up at the tower on crutches a few weeks later, carrying a tin of homemade cookies as a thank you.

No one had ever done that before.

Tony, impressed both by your kindness and the fact that you actually had the guts to show up in his tower, invited you and your baked goods to come back over whenever you’d like. And to everyone’s surprise, you actually took him up on the offer. Once you learned the favorite dessert of each Avenger, you started baking the different sweets for them.

Loki had never been so surprised as the day you came up to him and asked him what he liked. No hesitation, no judgment. You weren’t stupid, you knew who he was; you were just fearless. Absolutely fearless. And Loki, much less suavely than usual, told you he enjoyed marble cake while attempting to ignore Stark’s gloating gaze. When you smiled sweetly at him and told him you would bring it the next time you came by, his heart stalled in his chest and Loki just knew.

He was a goner.

Loki didn’t know courting customs on Earth, but if Thor had gotten Jane to date him, then how hard could it be? Very difficult, apparently. Not because you were playing hard to get, but because he was so damn terrified of talking to you and messing it up. You were one of the only people outside of the Avengers to treat him normally and he loved it. He didn’t want to mess it up.

“You gotta suck it up, Reindeer Games,” Stark said, after watching Loki stare pathetically at you from across the room for the past hour. “She’s not gonna be single forever. Steve may decide to ask her out someday, who knows?”

Loki shot him an icy glare. “Shut your mouth, Stark.”

“Just saying. I think she’d be good for you. But, hey, what do I know?” Stark asked, shrugging and moving off.

Stark was right and Loki hated it. You caught his eye from across the room and flashed him a grin, to which Loki responded with a strained smile, his heart tumbling within his chest. Woman is the fall of man, indeed.

In the end, he never got around to asking you out. You were the sun, bright and warm and inviting, and he was a planet orbiting around you. He loved you so much it hurt; he tried not to think of you but you dwelt in his thoughts regardless, your smile imprinted in his brain.

You kissed him - not the other way around, as he had always imagined - and his world, his entire existence, changed. The only thing there was you, and him, and the adoration that swelled within him. His heart still leaped in his chest when he saw you, but now you were his: his to embrace, to kiss, to love. You loved him without reserve and regard, without judgment and without fear, looking past the man that he used to be and loving the man he now was.

When Loki sees you, his world fades until only you remain. You, in white, smiling at him like he was the only thing that mattered. It is just like when he saw you for the first time. Because you are his, and you are fearless, and you are beautiful.

[theincaprincess]

Thranduil Masterlist

30 day writing challenge hosted by Deepestfirefun

14 day writing challenge hosted by Deepestfirefun 

Thranduil Daily Writing Challenge May 2019 Hosted by Sdavid09 

52 Week challenge Masterlist

Requests 

*NSFW* Morning Fun

The stag and the human part 1

The stag and the human part 2

The stag and the human part 3

The stag and the human part 4/final

Feelings of Autumn

Feelings of Autumn part 2

Feelings of Autumn part 3

Feelings of Autumn part 4

Feelings of Autumn part 5

Feelings of Autumn part 6

Feelings of Autumn part 7

Feelings of Autumn part 8/final

Petals in the fire

Petals in the fire part 2

Petals in the fire part 3

Petals in the fire part 4/Final

Cursed Of The Ancients

Oneshots

Surprise 

Letter of Truth

Rising from the ashes

Demon Nightmare

Final Goodbye

A winter’s dance

Until the last petal falls

The Cost Of War

One Dance

Party Crasher

Broken Love

Drabbles

Helping Hand

You don’t need the stars to shine

Sickness

Forgetful King

Thranduil season headcanon

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Secret Admirer

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 345

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 27 of the Daily Writing Challenge being hosted by @sdavid09.  Tag Lists are open if anyone would like to be tagged for the rest of these fics all based around the character of Steve Rogers.

Prompt: Your character has a secret admirer!  How do they find out about it?  What do they do about it?  Do they ever find out who it is?  The world of FanFiction must know!

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Imagine being Steve's secret admirer:

You've been crushing on him for months but he's completely oblivious to your attempts at flirting. You decide to try a different approach.

You leave a present on his bed (credit to Friday for unlocking the door and keeping it all hush hush). It's a new sketchbook - you noticed that his current one was almost full. You leave a note with it which says "perhaps you can draw me some time."

Then it's a playlist. The song titles quite literally gave him all the evidence he needs to work out who his admirer is......he doesn't notice this but does keep playing it on repeat at every available opportunity.

Tony gives you the next idea. A new phone, a few anonymous texts, the occasional scantily clad photograph all sent to Steve. This gets his attention although he still doesn't work out that it's you and soon enough, the messaging just stops. 

You finally decide to just forget the whole stupid idea. You figure that he's obviously not interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone and you go back to trying to ignore your crush on him.

It's not until a few days later when something happens that finally causes Steve to put all the pieces together. You notice him typing out a message on his phone before deleting it and starting all over again. He does this a couple of times before finally hitting the send button.....which is when a message tone starts coming from your bag. You realise that you'd just thrown the extra phone in your handbag and left it there.

Steve's head slowly turns, his eyes meeting yours as you discreetly try to dispose of the phone in the kitchen bin. He stands and makes his way over to you, practically pinning you between his arms to the bench. "Those photos were of you?" You can barely nod your head in acknowledgement of his statement. "Then perhaps you can give me a private viewing of the lingerie you were wearing."

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Tagging: @sdavid09   @murdocksmartinis  @xxloki81xx   @waywardimpalawriter    @zepppie     @helvonasche   @redlipstickandplaid

[emilyymichelle]

Late Night Toilet Trips

Challenge: written for @sdavid09 Daily Writing Challenge!

Prompt 2: sometimes your character's mind wanders to what if and if only

Word count: 720

A/N: let me know if you want to be added to a taglist! I have one for the hobbit and one for Supernatural, but can create one for this challenge as well!

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The company of Thorin Oakenshield was on its way to reclaim Erebor. The 13 dwarves, wizard, hobbit, and singular woman had been traveling together with this common goal in mind. But sometimes, the mind wanders. That's where Dwalin found himself one night: unable to turn off his thoughts and go to sleep. So here he was, thinking about what life would be like if Smaug had never attacked, and they had never lost Erebor. What if?

What if Erebor was still inhabited by the dwarves? No dragon. No fire. No gold-sickness. His family still all alive. Everyone happy. Everyone together. No leaving their home. No searching for somewhere to fit in. No questioning who to follow. Where to go. What would his life be like now?

Dwalin sighed and tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He needed sleep or he would grumpy tomorrow, or grumpier he supposed. He needed to be at his best. He rolled over to his back and looked at the stars.

"The stars were brighter in Erebor." Dwalin thought. He closed his eyes tight and sighed. "Sleep, damn it." It wasn't working.

"Dwalin?" Y/N asked in a half-asleep voice from the bed roll next to his.

"Ah, did I wake you, lass?" Dwalin answered back in a whisper. She shook her head no before propping herself up on one arm. Dwalin was sure she was lying, but said nothing of it.

"No. I, uhm.." she glanced down before continuing, "I actually need to... relieve myself, but... I don't want to go into the woods alone." She groaned, flopped onto her back, and hid her face in her hands. "Ugh. Forget I said anything. I'll just hold it until morning." Dwalin smiled at her in the darkness. He was glad for the cover of night because his face had a red tinge due to her cuteness.

"I would be happy to escort you lass. You know you only need to ask."

"Thank you, sir." Y/N said in a small voice.

The pair stood up and carefully made their way towards the trees. Y/N went behind a large tree and Dwalin stayed close to her, but kept his back turned for privacy. "All done." She announced, coming to stand next to the dwarf.

"And still in one piece. A good sign." He smiled. She laughed quietly and walked to the edge of the river near the camp.

"You know Dwalin, you're different than I thought you would be." She said sitting on a large tree stump. Dwalin stayed standing to the side, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

"How so?" Dwalin questioned.

"Well, you look very intimidating. But," she shrugged, "you are very caring. You look out for everyone. I've seen you working with the princes on defensive techniques even after a hard day of fighting. You always protect the company, especially Ori, Bilbo, and me." She looked up at the dwarf and continued. "You make sure everyone has what they need before getting your own things. Thorin trusts you and asks for your advice often." Y/N stood up and smiled at Dwalin. "And you're definitely my favorite. But don't tell the others!" She giggled.

Dwalin wasn't sure how to respond to her. He wasn't the best when it comes to these sort of talks, but he was deeply moved by her words. "Thank you lass. That is.." he cleared his throat, "that is how I was raised, I guess. Keep others safe, and help how you can." Y/N nodded. "I'll keep your secret safe, too. Don't want to cause a riot now, do we?" He laughed.

"I'm glad I know you, master Dwalin. My life wouldn't be the same. It would definitely be less safe." She smiled at him as they made their way back to camp and to their bed rolls without stepping on the others. "Goodnight!" Y/N said, getting back into her bed roll.

"Goodnight lass." Dwalin rolled on to his back and looked back up at the stars again.

He missed all the people they lost and their home. But this reality did have some positives.

So, what if they had never left Erebor? Well, he would never had met Y/N, and Dwalin didn't want to live in that world.

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Taglist: @jotink78 @ghicadiana @emrfangirl @princessofthefandomrealm

[girl-next-door-writes]

On My Mind

Characters: Sam Winchester

Word Count: 862 words

Prompt Number #18 – Someone has caught your character’s eye… they may be in love! Who has captured their eye and how are they coping?

A/N: This is for the amazingly wonderful @sdavid09 and her amazingly wonderful Daily Writing Challenge 2019.  A very special thank you to @idreamofplaid for letting me borrow her beautiful aesthetics and also @scentsfromthebunker whose fantastic scent of Sam has been an inspiration (go buy some!)

From the minute he woke up, you entered his mind, and his lips curled up into a sleepy smile, knowing he would get to see you again today, get to just be in your presence for a little while.  As he shuffled to the kitchen for a caffeine shot, he daydreamed about what you might be doing right now.  Would you still be fast asleep?  Would you have been up for hours?  

You were still in his thoughts as he contorted his face in the mirror, his razor gliding over his skin. He could picture you right there with him, sitting on the counter talking to him, trying to convince him he didn’t need to shave, that you liked the gruff, and he chuckled to himself wondering if that was true or just something his imagination had thrown out because the daily shave was just time wasted away from you.  

Maybe he was in love. It was either that or he was slowly going mad.  If it was the latter, he wasn’t entirely sure he minded.  As he drove into town with Dean beside him, not even his brothers grumbling could dampen his mood.  Four times a week now for the last six, he had stopped by the local coffeeshop just to catch a glimpse of you, maybe have a brief conversation which would hold him through to the next day he came by.  The times he stopped in and you weren’t working seemed to throw off his entire day, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask about your schedule, so it was a little like potluck.  

The number of times Sam had held a conversation with you in his head were countless.  He’d even written down a few ideas, ways of telling you how he felt, but they always seemed uninspired, cliched and just not enough.  Or perhaps they were too much.  It’s not like declaring your undying love to some girl you’d only shared a few sentences with previously was the best way to go about these things.  

He quickly realised you weren’t working today and his mood instantly dipped.  The bright sky outside seemed cloudy, the pleasant chatter surrounding them now more of a din, an irritation.  “Sammy, are you even listening?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother and frowned.  “I said we got a lead on that nest, it’s just a couple of towns over so we can go check it out and then maybe take it down.”  Sam nodded, maybe taking out some vamps would be a good distraction until he could see you again.  

What he wasn’t prepared for, was seeing you so soon.  Dean had headed around the back of the abandoned shack and Sam had snuck in the front. He found himself stood frozen in the doorway as his eyes followed your movements, like some hypnotic, bloodied dance. Your blade sliced through the neck of a vamp as you turned quickly and kicked another in the chest.  It took a moment for him to register Dean had joined you in the fight and he smirked as you made some comment about not being some damsel in distress, that you could handle yourself.  You were fearless, nothing seemed to scare you, and Sam knew you were even more perfect than he had imagined.  

After the nest had been taken care of, Dean offered you a place to get cleaned up and you shook your head with a smile.  “Is that a line, Winchester?” you had shot back in an almost flirty tone and Sam’s heart dropped, no, no, no, you couldn’t fall for Dean!  

“It’s a line if it works.” Dean winked at you, that easy smile of his on his face as you narrowed your eyes.  

“Not a line then.” You patted the elder Winchesters arm as you wandered past him on your way to your own truck.  “Tell you what though, you boys ever need a hand…” you paused next to Sam, taking his hand in yours and pulling a pen from your pocket.  His heart was racing, he’d never been this close to you, he could almost smell your shampoo and he was finding it difficult to breathe as you scrawled your number over his skin.  “…you give me a call.” Your eyes met his and he swallowed thickly, wishing he could say something fun and flirty but all that came out was;

“Erm, yeah, sure. Will do.” Your hand lingered in his for a moment longer before you started back on your path.  

“Maybe when you call, you’ll be a little more articulate, gorgeous.” You shot over your shoulder and Sam felt his knees weaken.  Gorgeous? Maybe he would call, once he regained the power of speech.

Lay in bed, a lazy smile pulled at his lips.  ‘when you call’.  You wanted him to call.  You had given him your number, not Dean, him.  As he drifted off to sleep, he found you in his dreams, dreams where he was witty and charming, dreams where your touch lingered, the kind of dreams that could keep a guy in his bed.  Yeah, maybe tomorrow he’d call and actually learn your name.

Forever Tags:  @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester   @sheacrowley @salt-n-burn-em-all   @kjs-s   @feelmyroarrrr    @thisismysecrethappyplace   @vintagevalentinexx   @encounterthepast   @blondecoffeecake    @thewhiterabbit42   @palaiasaurus64   @luckynumber1213   @fridolf-arach@idreamofplaid

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[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Worth The Wait

A/N: prompt 7. Your character has a date...how does that go?

James stood in front of his mirror adjusting his tie for what seemed like the millionth time. Tonight he was going on his very first date with you. He admired you for some time, but you had been in a relationship with some boy from Ravenclaw. Then it ended and he didn’t want to ask you out too soon and become a rebound. So he had bidded his time and finally asked right before the trip to hogsmead.

“Stop being so nervous. You know her well enough. She said yes so clearly she likes you back,” Sirius said.

James took a deep breath and nodded. “Right. You’re right. I’m making this into a bigger deal than it is.” He took the tie off along with his button up and threw on a jumper over top of his shirt.

You waited outside the Gryffindor common room for a few minutes before James finally came out. “Hey you,” you said softly. The two of you had been somewhat friends over the years and now you were finally going on a date together.

“You look great,” James said as he took your arm and led you out of the castle.

Your first stop was Honeydukes. Walking around you picked up some chocolate and a few other types of candy. “Ooh chocolate frogs. You know I have a big collection of the cards. I love the frogs themselves too, but I like collecting the cards.”

James smiled and grabbed up five of them. “To help with your collection.” He winked at you causing you to laugh.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re my date and I want to.” He ended up paying for everything you picked out no matter how much you argued about it.

Next he took you to Zonkos where he grabbed a few things. You even bought one or two prank items and then it was off to the three broomsticks.

James ordered butter beer for both of you and let you order whatever you wanted to eat. The two of you sat in a corner booth talking and laughing. He watched as you laughed. The way your nose scrunched up, the little crinkles by your eyes, the way it came from your belly. A true laugh. He loved every second of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You felt your cheeks warm and looked down at your mug smiling. “Thanks. You’re very handsome. I’m glad you asked me out. I’ve had a really great time.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of it softly causing you to lift your head. You locked eyes with him and he smiled. “I wish I would have asked sooner. I’ve liked you for so long.”

Biting your lip you scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. “I’ve liked you for some time too.”

James looked down at you and before he could convince himself not to do it, he pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You shifted a little and carded your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss a little.

Pulling back he rested his forehead against yours. “As long as I get to kiss you like that for the rest of my life the wait was well worth it.”

[decadentenemyturtle]

Shore of shocked mind

Promt 5 of @sdavid09 ‘s writing challenge.

Summary;  Everyone has bad days at time to time, but today Hank seems to have one of his worst days.

Words: 1134

Pairing; Hank x Reader

Warnings; Major description of violence and character’s death!

"Damn it" Hank curses silently as he holds his gun up. His hands are shaking a little from the cold as he didn't have a jacket and the pouring rain isn't helping. "God fucking damn it"

This was suppose to be normal pick up from the mall, some middle aged man had stolen an smartphone from the store but he was caught on the act. Then, when the police had come to pick him up - as in, Hank and his partner Dylan Reed - the man had pulled small knife from his jacket's hidden pocket and started to fling around before stapping the guard to his shoulder and then he had fled. 

Hank and Dylan had ran after him, while the guard had alarmed more help from the 911, before getting some help for his bleeding shoulder.

The thief had ran into an allie between the two last houses on the street, Dylan running after him and Hank going around from the corner to meet up with the guy. Or at leas he was suppose to do so. But something had gone wrong as he heard Dylan screaming, not shouting but screaming in pain. Heart in his stomach Hank ran harder to the aley, just in time to see Dylan collapsing to the ground, knife sticking out of his neck as red blood ran down to his neck and under his uniform, coloring it darker than the rain did.

For a few horrifying seconds Hank stops, his heart dropping to his feet. The thief had been standing there, staring Dylan, also seeming to be in some sort of shock. He was the first regain his composure and he turned to run away from Hank, not bothering to take the knife. Hank curses, lifts the gun and shoots the man to the leg. Then he calls for aid via his radio while walking towards Dylan and the man.

"A police has been stapped by mall thief in alley around 600 meters to East from Rooster's mall. He is probably already dead" Hank has to take an shaky breath before he continues "I've shot the chased thied to leg and he is wounded"

"Copy that, two ambulances and another patrol car are on their way" a male voice says before the radio goes silent. Hank stops next Dylan, looking down at him, his heart breaking. He hadn't moved a muscle after he had collapsed. Hank didn't need to check his pulse to know he was dead, yet he did it. Sighing and holding the tears in Hank glared the man.

This was his fault. Hank thinks, yet he holds back from mouling the man to death.

The thief is trying to crawl away from the scene, which looks and is pretty pitiful. There was nowhere he could go and he moved so slowly that Hank didn't need to run after him. So he walks casually after him, pointing his gun to the thief.

"Don't you fucking move" Hank growls and the man stops, turning to look at him. His grey eyes are big as plates and he whines.

"I-I didn't mean to... I didn't mean kill him" he shrieks, but Hank just growls. Of course they never meant to. But it doesen't help now, Dylan was dead. Hank's heart tightens, when he thinks about Dylan's wife Susan and their two kids, 7 years old Jamie and 3 years old Jim. Someone had to tell them, probably Hank himself or lieutnant Walsh. Hank crouches next to him, still pointing a gun to him, and presses the shot wound. A siren's voice cuts the air and few seconds later there are blue lights clearing the dark alley. 

"There they are!" female voice calls. Hank clances quickly to the street where he had come from and sees two ambulance workers running towards Dylan, crouching next to him only to note that they were too late, not that Dylan would have had any chances to survive. The knife had cut open the arteria and he had died almost immediatly. Still, they both stand up to get the strecher to move him. While the two ambulance workers are moving Dylan to the strecther, other ambulance and police car stop to the alley. When two later arrived ambulance workers are close enough to Hank, he turns to address them.

"Shot him on the leg, but other than that he should be fine" he says, trying to sound calm. Two males comes next to him, nodding to Hank who stands up, letting them do their work. Then he turns to look at the other police officer, Arnold Cass, who is standing a bit further from them. The other officer, Fiona Doyle, is already talking with the ambulance workers who took Dylan. Then she takes a step back, nods to them and they climb to the ambulance, leaving from the scene, while Fiona turns and comes to Hank and Arnold.

"I'm sorry, officer Anderson, officer Reed didn't make it" she says, looking sad. Hank lets out an sob like sigh and looks down. He knew Dylan didn't make it, but to hear it from Fiona... Jeesus, they were suppose to go to have a drink after the shift! And go to watch icehockey on Saturday!

"Hank, let's make a report from this at the station and then you'll go home. Alright?" Arnold offers. Hank blinks and looks up to him, nodding slowly.

   Finally, nearly three hours later, Hank is home. The others at the station had been shocked and broken after hearing that Dylan was dead. Hank had had to go to the toilet to calm down and the others took the glue from that to drop their "I'm sorry for losing your partner and friend" bullshit. Writing the report had been like Hell and meeting the lieutnant Walsh, who had been pretty elowuent when he had bid his "I'm sorry for your loss".

You, after hearing the front door opening and closing, come to the hallway only to see broken looking Hank putting his jacket away. Something was wrong, very very wrong, you knew it. Cautiounsly you walk towards him. Hank turns to you, his eyes being buffy and red. He had been crying.

"Honey, what's wrong?" you ask and Hank's lips start to quiver as tear goes down his cheek. He opened his mouth to answer but a sob interrupted him. You walked right in front of him and threw your arms over his neck to pull him to a hug.

"Dylan's dead" Hank sobs. You felt your heart dropp. Dylan Reed, Hank's partner, had died?

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, honey" you whisper to him, dropping your other hand to stroke Hank's back. For a long time you two just stand there, Hank sobbing while silent tears fell from your eyes.

[peachchai]

MasterPost - Daily Writing Challenge

So I decided to join @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s daily writing challenge for the month of May. I joined with Dean Winchester. So enjoy!~

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[stories-by-shanna-p]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019 Master Post

Hello everyone! The time has come, and the Daily Writing Challenge has been competed! So many amazing writers participated this year, and there are so many amazing stories! 

This year, writers were allowed to pick one character (and only one writer was allowed that character). Then, for the month of May, I would post a prompt every morning. The prompts this year were intended to get writers thinking about their characters as much as possible! :D And boy did the writers come up with some amazing stories! Many put me in new crisis for characters!  

Be sure to check out the stories below! Each character has a link to an individual Master List so you can easily access ALL of the stories for that character, and binge read through them all if you would like! Be sure to give the writers some love, likes, and reblogs! <3 <3 <3

And in case you were curious, the prompts given for each day are listed at the bottom of this post! Happy Reading!!!

To The Writers:

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! All of you are absolutely fantastic and made this challenge more amazing than I ever thought it could be! Thank you for all of your hard work and writing and dedication! You created amazing content and I am so happy to have been able to be a part of that! <3 <3 <3

If you were a winner, I will tag you in a post letter from your character soon! Please be patient, as I will be rereading all your stories and really trying to make the letters perfect for you! :D Even if you didn’t win, thank you again for joining! I love being able to read all your amazing stories and sharing in the fun. I hope to see you at the next challenge! <3 <3 <3 

Character Lists: 

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester by @coallivesmatter

Sam Winchester by @girl-next-door-writes (WINNER) Link to Letter

Hobbit/LOTR

Kili by @i-am-not-the-real-alice

Bofur by @foxrun-fluffery

Dwalin by @emilyymichelle

Thorin by @deepestfirefun (WINNER) Link to Letter

Fili by @c-s-stars 

Thranduil by @theincaprincess (WINNER) Link to Letter

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black by @agthoven (WINNER) Link to Letter

Remus Lupin by @hanginwithmanerds (WINNER) Link to Letter

James Potter by @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss

Marvel:

Miles Morales by @rellasworld

Bucky by @specialagentlokitty (WINNER) Link to Letter

Loki by @thepokyone

Tony Stark by @lazilymysticalzombie

Peter Parker by @lady-of-lies (WINNER) Link to Letter

Steve Rogers by @supernaturallymarvellous (WINNER) Link to Letter

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo by @soradragon (WINNER) Link to Letter

Detroit: Become Human

Hank by @decadentenemyturtle

Star Trek

Leonard McCoy by @thegryffindorbookworm​

Prompt List: 

Today is the first day of the challenge! So, tell us one of your character’s favorite firsts. 

Sometimes, your character let’s their mind drift away to ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’. Write your character living in one of those scenarios. 

TGIF! Thank God It’s Friday! Why does your character feel that way? 

Time sinks are great aren’t they, you just fall into an activity and time drifts away as you enjoy your activity...what is your character’s time sink? 

Everyone has a bad day. Your character has them too, but today is the worst of days. 

Your character has a dream, something they want more than anything...what is it, and how do they react when they finally get it? 

Your character has a date...how does that go? 

What is your character’s greatest regret? 

Your character is willing to do a lot...except this. What is it and to what extents will they go to get out of it? 

What is your character’s best day of their life? 

Everyone has that one secret fear. What is your character’s, and how do they cope when they have to face with it? 

Indulgence. it is tempting, and you try to resist, and your character has been resisting well. But they finally broke down and gave in...what happened?

Dreams can be fantastic or terrible...what is the dream your character keeps having? 

“Oh no, not them...” Everyone has that one person they never want to deal with. Who is that person to your character and why? 

Your character has never laughed so hard...what made them do that?

Your character has a special item they really care about. Something they would never leave home without. What it is and why does it mean so much to them? 

What is your character’s most embarrassing story from their childhood? 

Someone has caught your character’s eye...they may be in love! Who has captured their eye and how are they coping? 

There is a place...a special place...that your character always likes to go when they are stressed or scared. Where is that place and what is so special about it? 

Who is your character’s best friend? How did they first meet? 

How does your character fair with children? Are they good with them, awkward, do they dislike being around children? Tell us about it. 

Today is your character’s birthday! How does it go? 

What is your character’s greatest achievement?

About 20 inches of snow is piled up outside...so what does your character do? 

Loyalty is important in any relationship, and with your character that is no different. Tell us a time that their loyalty to someone else was tested. Did they stay true, or did they falter? 

Death. A single word can cause such pain, sorrow, and fear. Tell us a time when your character had to deal with death. 

Your character has a secret admirer! How do the find out about it? What do they do about it? Do they ever find out who it is? The world of FanFiction must know!

Perhaps it is for a holiday, or just a Saturday, but your character is going to sit down and spend some time with their family. Tell us how that day goes. 

Games. Everyone has played a game at least once in their life, whether it was a video game or something like Hide and Seek. Tell us about the last time your character played a game. 

Sickness. Illness. It sucks, doesn’t it. Even something like the cold can lay you up for days! So...what kind of patient is your character when they fall ill? 

FINALLY! The last day of the challenge! Tell us a time where your character tried something for the first time...and decided it would be the last time. 

Bonus Prompts:

Bonus Prompt 1: It’s April Fools Day! What is the most epic/funniest prank your character has ever pulled of…or had pulled on them?

Bonus Prompt 2: Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?

Bonus Prompt 3: It sucks, and is a bit embarrassing, when you pull a muscle doing something you shouldn't have been doing... your character has pulled something. What did they pull and how did they pull it?!

[aggiemae]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

This is my master post for @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge.  My character that I chose to write about is Sirius Black.

Bonus Prompt #1 -  “A Toast to Pranksters”

Bonus Prompt #2 -   “Flashbacks”

Bonus Prompt #3 - “Boxers”

Day 1 - “Gryffindor”

Day 2 - “Blessed”

Day 3 - “Practice”

Day 4 - “I solemnly swear”

Day 5 - “Hurricane”

Day 6 - “Never Going Back”

Day 7 - “Somebody to Love”

Day 8 - “Somebody that I Used to Know”

Day 9 - “Pumpkin King”

Day 10 - “Lost in This Moment”

Day 11 - “Not Them”

Day 12 - “Just One”

Day 13 - “Tears Keep Falling”

Day 14 - “What is this Feeling”

Day 15 - “The Cat Deserved It”

Day 16 - “The Wand Chooses the Wizard”

Day 17 - “Why Would He”

Day 18 - “Attached”

Day 19 - “House That Built Me”

Day 20 - “His Padfoot, Your Prongs”

Day 21 - “His Best”

Day 22 - “Can’t Stop It”

Day 23 - “One Last Time”

Day 24 - “Nope”

Day 25 - “Not Worth It”

Day 26 - “Little Brother”

Day 27 - “Cursed or Not”

Day 28 - “Sick”

Day 29 - “You’re not supposed to cheat”

Day 30 - “Go to Sleep”

Day 31 - “Sushi”

[thepokyone]

Broken Promise

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. the OG6)

Content/Warnings: angst. lots of angst. so much angst.

Words: 1050

Daily Challenge Prompt #: 2

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. I didn’t quit or anything, it’s just... life. You know how it is. Uh, I hope this is okay for the prompt, I took a little bit of a liberty when handling the ‘what if’ scenario. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the 2nd prompt from @sdavid09’s challenge!

Loki stared out the window of Stark Tower. Raindrops ran down it in rivulets, as if the earth itself was mourning. His jaw had not relaxed, expression that of thunderous anger and inexpressible grief. Gone, you were gone. The scene played behind his eyes on merciless repeat, perhaps penance for the crimes he had committed. He didn’t need to watch the recording your suit had of the incident, but he had to. For you. It was now painted in vivid color on the inside of his eyelids, pain incarnate.

“We have to get everyone out, this building is coming down!” Steve yelled over the noise of the collapsing building.

“And how the hell are we supposed to do that? There’s at least a hundred people here!” You yelled back. “Idiots who wouldn’t get out! Over several floors!”

“We have to split up. Tony, Thor, take the highest floors. Clint, you and Natasha take the bottom. Y/N, you and I can handle the middle,” Steve said. “Round up any stragglers and send them down the stairs or fly them down.”

“It’s our best shot,” Clint agreed.

“Go!” Steve ordered. Tony and Thor shot off while the rest of you headed to the stairwell.

“Good luck,” Natasha said, sending the two of you a nod before she and Clint headed down the stairs.

“Alright, you take the next floor, and I’ll take the one above,” Steve said. “If you need anything-”

“I’ll be careful. Let’s get this done,” You said, pulling open the door to the next floor and plunging in. Emergency lights pulsed and people were screaming.

“Get out! Take the stairs, this way!” You bellowed, sprinting throughout the floor and shooing the people you found towards the stairwell. The building lurched and the ceiling began to crumble. “Go! Now!”

You hurried the last few through the door. Concrete rained down, and you grimaced as several chunks rained against your back. You glanced up and cursed. There was no sign of Steve. “Keep going!” You turned and ran back up the stairs, taking two at a time until you reached the floor Steve was on. “Steve!” Dust was billowing.

“Y/N!” His voice was faint, but came louder through the comm. “One of the doorways collapsed, I’m trapped. I’ll handle this, but you need to get out.”

“Not without you,” You said. “I’m clearing on one side, you start digging!”

You tossed aside chunks of concrete, drywall, and wood, oblivious to the blood pooling in your hands. Finally, you saw him. “Get out of the way, I’m pushing through!”

“Alright!” The building lurched again and you stumbled, grabbing a cracking post as Steve burst through the last of the rubble. “Let’s go!”

The two of you sprinted across the floor, feet slipping against loose rubble. Steve yanked open the door to the stairwell. “Here!”

“Go, I’m coming!” You yelled. The floor gave out under you, and you screamed in surprise as you plummeted down in an uncontrolled fall. “Steve!”

“Y/N!” He shouted. You couldn’t see him through the dust. The fall lasted seconds and years, and you knew you wouldn’t make it from the moment you hit the ground. “Y/N!”

“Go, Steve, you have to go!” You yelled, blood in your mouth. “There’s no way I can make it out!”

“I’m coming to get you!” He said.

You grimaced in pain, hands wrapping around the metal pole that pierced your torso. “Steve, just go! Save yourself!”

“I’m not leaving you.” His voice was firm and came over the comm - you could no longer hear him above you. “Tony, I need assistance. Y/N is down.”

“On my way,” Tony said.

Steve appeared, covered in dirt, and his eyes rounded in horror when he saw you. “Oh my- Y/N. Tony, she’s critically injured. I need you here.”

“I appreciate your vote of confidence, Steve,” You quipped, shooting him a pained smile.

He fell to his knees beside you and you reached for his hand, grabbing it and squeezing as hard as you could. “You’re going to be okay, Y/N. Tony is on his way.”

“C’mon, Steve. We both know that I’m not getting out of this,” You said, chest burning as you coughed. “It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know. I know. Just hang on, okay. Please, just hang on.”

“Holy shit,” Tony said, landing and kneeling beside you. “Oh, God. Y/N.”

“Hey, Tony.” Your voice was feeble. Weak. “You guys need to get out of here or you’ll die, too.”

“Not without you, kid,” Tony said gently. “I have to pick you up, okay? It’s going to hurt, but we’re going to get you help and you’re going to be just fine, you hear me? You’re going to be just fine.”

“Just- just tell Loki I’m sorry,” You said, coughing again.

Steve glanced at you. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re a hero.”

“I broke my promise.”

“You stay awake and tell him yourself. Keep your eyes open, Y/N. Y/N. C’mon, open your eyes, kid,” Tony pleaded. “Y/N.”

“Tony, is she-”

“Oh my God,” Clint murmured when Tony appeared from the rubble. “Tony, tell me she’s not-”

“She’s gone,” Steve said, when Tony didn’t speak. “Y/N is dead.”

“There has to be a way to save her!” Thor said, tears in his eyes. “She can’t be dead.”

“What are we going to tell Loki?” Tony asked.

There was a heavy silence. Finally, Natasha spoke. “The truth. That she died a hero.”

The rain had stopped. The clouds were parting, offering glimpses of a blue sky, but it didn’t cheer up Loki. He didn’t think anything would ever truly cheer him up again. The love of his life, his reason for living, was dead. And he wasn’t even there to save you. He could have saved you, if he had been in that building instead of Steve. Could have teleported you both out, prevented it from ever happening.

Then you’d be standing in front of him, smiling, light dancing in your eyes and life in your veins. You’d tease him for his choice of literature and then curl up on his lap and ask him to read it for you. But you aren’t here. Because he wasn’t there.

You are gone.

[theincaprincess]

Thranduil Spring Headcanon

Here is the second Bonus Prompt for @sdavid09 writing challenge. 

“Bonus Prompt #2: Spring has finally sprung where I live, and the first thing I do is spend a day outside enjoying the beautiful weather. What is something your character does when Spring has finally sprung?“

So I thought this one would be fun to do as head cannons :D, hope you don't mind that, tagging my darlings 

Forever tag list @amyf20 @blankdblank @moonfaery @deepestfirefun @catthefearless @meyoko10 @tolkienprincess @starlightintherain89 @southsidesarcasticwriter @fuer-immer-jetzt

Thranduil tag list @sdavid09 @nikolett3 @j25m18c24  @letsbeinspiredby @gwendelerynan @tigereyesf @the-small-loki-wife @shanty-lol

Thranduil would order Mirkwood to be cleaned from top to bottom.

All the spring flavored wine would be pulled from the wine cellar, and more bottles would be ordered.

New trees and flowers would be planted.

Thranduil would bring out all his lighter colour of clothes, and put the darker ones away.

He would also change the leaves and berries in his crown.

Spring feasts in the forest.

Berry/flower picking.

Afternoon walks/rides in the forest.

Watching his elk raise its babies with the doe.

Watch the sunset every night.

Make flower crowns with Legolas when he was a child.

Reading/draw under his favourite tree.

Rearrange his bedchamber to account for all the longer days.

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Baby Love

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader (mentioned: Nick Fury, various Avengers)

Word Count: 817

Warnings: None.

A/N: Day 6 of the Daily Writing Challenge being hosted by @sdavid09.  Tag Lists are open if anyone would like to be tagged for the rest of these fics all based around the character of Steve Rogers.

Prompt: Your character has a dream, something they want more than anything....what is it, and how do they react when they finally get it?

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It's not a dream that Steve had ever fully allowed himself to become invested in. The idea of having a family of his own, a child with the woman he loved, was something that he thought he would never achieve. That life was for others, those who didn't have a job that required them to risk their lives on a regular basis.

But now, here he was pacing the floor outside the delivery suite, waiting for news on his firstborn child. He wanted to be in there with Y/N but his constant fussing had driven her crazy and after just a few hours, she kicked him out, telling him that she didn't need him fussing over her like a mother hen.

Instead he took up position just outside, close enough to be there if Y/N changed her mind but far enough away to escape her wrath which, even though the haze of pain medication she was currently taking, was terrifying. Almost sentry like, Steve remained there, waiting until he was needed.

Flashback - 7 months earlier

The mission was an easy one. Drop into Northern Siberia, take out a Hydra base. All being well, the team should be back within a couple of days. Fury had personally come to brief them. Taking down Hydra had become somewhat of a passion project for the former Director of SHIELD and making sure everyone was fully aware of their roles and responsibilities was a job that he took incredibly seriously.

Fury took stock of the personnel gathered in front of him. Mentally calculating the best course of action, he checked everyone off his list as they boarded the Quinjet. Stark, Banner, Thor, Wilson, Rogers.....but just one? Steve was there but Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

"Cap? We seem to be missing someone. You wanna tell me why the hell your wife is keeping us all waiting?"

Steve looked up as he buckled himself into his seat. Swallowing the lump that had come to his throat, Steve did his best to cover for the woman who was currently throwing up back in their quarters.

"Y/N won't be coming. She's....erm, well she's not feeling all that great, some kind of stomach bug. She's actually been signed off active duty by Dr Cho."

With a roll of his eyes that could practically be heard, Fury let out a deep sigh before giving the signal for the pilot to take off.

"Guess we're going in without her then. Ok, let's get this bird in the air."

Flashback - 3 months earlier

Y/N's bump was far too obvious to hide from anyone now that she was in her sixth month of pregnancy. She had been relegated to desk duty the instant the happy news had been confirmed by the medical team. Used to be an active participant in field duties, being stuck behind a mountain of paperwork was not sitting well with her. She had tried begging Steve to take her on just one mission, promising that she would stay on the jet, well out of harm's way. Of course that hadn't worked. She hasn't really thought it would but at least she could tell herself that she had tried.

Easing her way up from the desk chair, something that was getting more and more difficult by the day, Y/N grabbed her tablet computer. Intending to work while she ate, Y/N made her way to the kitchen. She quickly gathered up the ingredients for a sandwich before grabbing a seat at the table. A few minutes later, Steve joined her, glad he was able to take some time out of his hectic day to spend with Y/N and their growing baby.

Present day

Lost in his memories, Steve had started to zone out and, when a piercing cry fills the air, he's suddenly snapped to attention, remembering exactly why he's standing in a hospital corridor. It seems like forever but before long, one of the attending doctors opens the door and beckons the new father into the room to meet his daughter.

The sight before his eyes almost causes him to break down....his wife propped up in bed, carefully cradling their baby. His baby! Steve can hardly believe that this moment is finally here, the moment when he gets to hold her in his arms. Now he feels useful, like he can protect the small child just as Y/N's been doing for the last nine months. He gently lifts the baby from her arms, noting how her eyes are starting to close. Exhaustion is starting to set in, not surprising really after the almost Herculean efforts she's put in to bringing their daughter safely into the world.

Deciding that you need a rest, he stands and looking down at the small swaddled bundle balanced in the crook of one arm, he talks to her.

"So Isabelle Maria Rogers, you ready to go meet everyone?"

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