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xxbyimm · 6 years

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THORIN OAKENSHIELD - 30 days writing challenge - Day 15 - Naughty girl - Sneak peek for The bet series Phase II

Day 15 of @deepestfirefun‘s challenge. I got the following prompts: ‘I can’t believe I said that out loud,’ ‘You naughty, naughty girl,’ ‘Now, are you gonna behave or do I need to spank you?’

My mind went to places... En was bouncing in my mind, "YES, YES! PICK ME, PICK ME!" So yeah, this is a sneak peek/excerpt for the next phase of my short 'The bet - Thorin x Enya' series. Enjoy a piece of Phase II - Plateau. I need to write more of that amazing chapter ASAP!!

Naughty girl

‘What are you doing?’ Thorin hissed while eyeing his queen up and down.

The council meeting had finally ended, leaving them the only two in the room. The atmosphere changed immediately, the tension between them almost visible. Thorin inhaled sharply. This was absolutely ridiculous. Her dress was... He normally wouldn’t allow her to wear something this bold outside their private quarters, but as always she was testing his limits. The dress she wore was absolutely gorgeous. It clung unto her body, hugging her curves in the right places, only to flare out below her knees. The low neckline left her shoulders bare and showed off her delicate collar bones. The dress had a deep blue color that matched her eyes, with black roses embroidered all over the fabric. To make matters worse, she wore his favorite black corset- a short underbust design, embroidered with the same pattern. Her hair was loosely braided, with a few dark locks springing free.

Oh Mahal, she was definitely doing things to his mind. From the moment she shamelessly walked in the room, he had been lost. The council meeting didn’t seem important anymore, and his thoughts had been drifting away more than he would like to admit. He no doubt had absentmindedly given his permission for a bunch of things he surely would regret later, but right now he didn’t even care. He didn’t even remember what the topics were anyway. Enya’s presence had been distracting, still was very much alluring and he was tempted to… If he had it his way, he wouldn’t waste another second and have her right here on the huge oaken council table.

But he couldn’t solve this his way.

Thorin gritted his teeth, summoning all his willpower to refrain himself from touching her. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, and she knew it. It seemed she was determined to have him suffer as much as possible. Well, he had himself to blame for accepting the challenge in the first place.

‘Giving up already?’ Enya grinned.

An innocent expression was displayed on her face, but Thorin knew she was far from guiltless. He heaved a sigh. This ridiculous bet she proposed exactly nine days ago was already getting on his nerves. Twenty-eight days without touching her, or anybody for that matter, just because she thought he had admired another dam’s ass… Accepting her challenge was ruthless, irresponsible, even when he didn’t even consider the consequences. He should have known she had the power to drive him completely insane in just a few days, going full overboard with her seduction skills. A smile crossed his face. His queen never did things half-heartedly and he usually loved her for it.

Of course he wouldn’t tell her that all he could think of these days was having her in every single room of Erebor once this bet finally was over. It would take even them quite a while to accomplish that plan and he hadn’t even decided yet where they should start. Maybe the council room?

Thorin walked up to his queen, careful to still keep a safe distance from her. Enya tilted her head slightly. ‘Giving up?’ she repeated. ‘You naughty, naughty girl…’ he smirked. ‘You really think it would be that easy?’ ‘Usually it’s more than enough.’ Enya told him. ‘I bet you were considering abandoning our arrangement altogether and throwing me on the table, letting the dress decorate the floor…’

Thorin narrowed his eyes. She knew him too well, but he wasn’t going to let her win. Not this time. ‘So you think I’m that easy?’ he rumbled. ‘You tell me.’ She shot back. ‘I’m not the one who needs to prove a point, am I?’ ‘Oh, but you do.’ Thorin said. ‘You’re trying your best to make me lose.’ Their eyes locked, a battle of wills playing between them. Enya was one of the few that wasn’t intimidated at all by his appearance, and she reduced the distance between them to a few inches. He could feel her breath on his skin, sense the perfume she was wearing… He would love to dip his tongue in her collar bone and mark her skin as his once more.

‘King Thorin, I’d like to-’

The door was pushed open and the chirpy voice of Elmilynn disturbed their moment. The same damned dwarrowdam who was the reason why his queen had started this bet anyway. Enya turned around, visibly annoyed by the presence of the young dam. Her attitude transformed within a millisecond, the sizzling luring siren turning into a terrifying fire witch with a temper.

‘Elmilynn… mind your own business, will you?’ she sassed. She sighed irritably when the dam still stood frozen in the doorway. ‘In other words, fuck off or I’ll make sure to reduce you into a pile of ash.’

‘I can’t believe I said that out loud…’ she huffed when the door was yanked into its frame. ‘I really didn’t mean to be thát rude.’ ‘You did.’ Thorin ensured her. ‘Don’t tell me you actually regret it.’ Enya licked her lips and swirled around to meet his gaze again. The dress was hugging her hips, her perfectly round butt very visible underneath the fabric. ‘Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Who can tell?’ ‘If I didn’t know you better, I would say our agreement is frustrating for you…’ Thorin mused. ‘And you’re taking it out on our poor loyal subjects.’ ‘I wouldn’t dare to do such a thing…’ Enya replied haughtily. ‘I take my king’s orders very seriously and I’m proud to fulfil my duties as queen.’ ‘That’s what I like to hear.’ he purred. ‘Now, are you gonna behave or do I need to spank you?’ Enya blew him a kiss. ‘Is that an empty threat? We both know you’re not allowed to give such punishments…’ ‘For now… I’ll just add it to my to-do list then.’ Thorin told her matter-of-factly. ‘But can you wait another 19 days, my queen?’

PS. The bet - Thorin x OC or Enya’s unexpected journey

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thefanficmistress · 6 years

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30 Day Writing Challenge : Day 4 - Guy of Gisborne

♔ GUY AND THE LADY ELENA IV♔

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Pairing : Guy & Elena

Gif Prompts.

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“God! I'm in love with her.” Guy said to himself. With frustration, he slammed his hands down on the wooden table before him. His face washing bowl slightly tipping over, water spilled over the edge. His head hung low, and his black locks fell over his shoulder. “What am I to do?”

“You could start by getting dressed m’lord.” said a voice behind him.

Guy held his head up to see Collette, his head housekeeper, standing at his door with a basket of linens hanging from her hip. She was not terribly old, but her body had aged passed her years so much so that she wore the wizened features of an old crone. The occasional strand of her once golden hair could still be seen though the grey mane that limply framed her face. Her forehead was wrinkled by many peaks and trenches - caused by years of consistent scowling - which unflatteringly crowned eyes that permanently harbored a mother’s glare, shadowing their beautifully unique shade of blue. She was still very beautiful, and most of her stress was caused by Guy. But she was always there for him. Always loved him. Treated him like her own son, which was comforting to Guy. After losing his mother, he was robbed of a mother’s love and guidance.

He met Collette one winter when she was visiting Nottingham looking for work after her husband died. She was lost, and Guy took her in. His kind gesture for the year. He loved having her around, and she ran his house. He trusted her with everything. Even his own life. She never judged him by the many evil things the sheriff forced him to do, and she always reminded him that he was a good man.

Guy turned around so that he was facing her and sat back against the table. He crossed his ankle over the other and crossed his arms over his chest. He smiled at the old women.

“She never leaves my mind” he confessed, looked down at the floor. “I’m in love with her and I can’t believe that she is actually here. “

“Well now that you have a proper title, you can ask her to marry you. “

“Ask her to marry me?” he chuckled. “What makes you think she would marry me after what I’ve done?”

Collette smiled at him, placed the basket on his bed, and started her daily chores in his room. She crossed the room and opened the curtains, letting in the brilliance of the light. His large Master bedroom filling with golden rays.

“She will m’lord.” She said turning to look at him. Guys face was so innocent, like that of a child that had no faith in himself. She smiled and walked over to him. Placing both hands on his face, she looked him in his sky-blue eyes and said “You are not that man anymore. The Sheriff has no power over you.”

“He may not have power of me, but I’m still his dog. Hunting and killing his enemies. Our enemies.”

“Not dog.” She said firmly. “You have become the guardian of this city. You may be a devil to everyone else, but they are blind not to see your wings. Wings of an angel. A dark angel. “

The feeling of her warmth was so strange; it stretches throughout his whole body. Overwhelming yet made him feel complete. It had no bound nor length nor depth; it’s just absolute. Her love. A mothers’ love.

She kissed his cheek and released him.

As Collette made her way around the room, cleaning, putting up clothes, and dusting. She started to hum a soft tune. Something so subtle, but strong enough to make him look at the small silver box on his bedside table. That silver box was his most prized possession.

Yes. He got them. Every single damned letter she wrote, every poem, every apology. Every page holding her confession of love, and tears in ink. Every perfume scented page. He knew that she loved him. He knew.

Often reading them over and over, and over again, just to feel her near him. Falling asleep with them in his bed. Waking to find his fingers still gripping the pages. Some of them ripped. He never wanted to guess where she was in the realm, because he didn’t want to look for her. He didn’t want to be broken if she were married to another man. He who got to touch her. Kiss her. Providing him children. Children that should be his. So, he never wrote back.

Elena had that shy look young women often wear, but he knew something else lurked behind her honey colored eyes. He knew since they were children that she would turn into a beautiful woman and he knew that he wanted to marry her from the first day he saw her, no matter what his father thought. He still wanted to now.

“I saw something flicker in her eyes last night. Something that I never wanted to go away.”

“And what did you see?”

Guy didn’t speak but looked at her with a charming smirk.

“What did you do to that poor girl?” She tossed him a clean black shirt that was washed the day before and went back to cleaning his room.

“Nothing she didn’t want me to. “he said with confidence. “But I assure you, I was somewhat of a gentleman.” With a wickedly delicious smile he pulled the black shirt over his head and down over his naked chest. He racked both hands through his hair.

“She isn’t a tavern girl, is she?” She asked, with a look of disgust.

“I promise you Collette, she is not.” He said, closing his eyes, and placing his right hand over his heart.

“Good! I will not tolerate that in this Manor. This house needs a proper lady.” She turned, giving him his back.

“Some people are worth the wait and she is.” The words slipped from his lips, so softy, but she heard him and said.

“Either way, no one will ever be good for my son.” Collette finished while she was folding up the sheets on his bed.

When she said that, Gus eyes lined with silver.

Pushing off the table, he ran behind her and wrapped his arms around her. His big arms holding her own arms close to her body. She let out a shocked cry and laughed. She positioned her aging hand on his. Her fingers rubbing the back of his palms. Guy burned his face between her shoulder and neck and took in a deep breath. She smelled of lavender, and lemons.

Collette leaned into his hug, and they began to sway.

“What if she finds out what I’ve done?”

“You are a good man Guy. She will love you. Just as I do.”

Guy felt his heart fill with so much joy at her words. He squeezed he a little tighter.

“Thank you, mother. “

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pixiedurango · 6 years

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Day 4 - 30 days of John Standring - Writing challenge

Angel

Where was he? When was he? And why? John felt as had been hit by a truck as he slowly woke and realized that there was no part of him that was not aching of some kind. Good... as long as something was aching he was not dead... now he only needed to dare to open an eye. For orientation purposes only and very careful.

Until then he could try to remember what had happened and to convince the invisible goblins to stop pulling his brain out through his hair. How could hair even hurt for Christ's sake? And why had he be sleeping at his kitchen table?

John Standring groaned and carefully tried to move his numb limbs. His hand was clutched around a half empty mug and a sad cold rest of coffee in the glass pot from the coffee maker. When he slowly rose is head from the table's surface, a bunch of papers stuck to his cheek and all in a sudden he remembered everything.

“Bollocks!” He jumped while frantically scanning the wall clock, practically expecting to have fucked up completely. That it was only 5.23 in the morning was a relief but only for a split second. John started to pile up his papers, gulping down the remains of the cold black (and now horribly bitter) coffee before he began to run around, picking up things to stuff into a bag only to rethink and pull them out again before he remembered that probably taking a shower was a good idea.

He ran upstairs, already discarding his clothes on the way, tossing them into the laundry bag still murmuring cascades of unintelligible words as he had done since getting up from the kitchen table.

When he finally came back into his kitchen, it was short to 6 and Meg was there, waiting with a warm smile and steaming hot fresh coffee to surprise him. “Mornin' love.” He mumbled, rubbing dry his damp brown hair with a towel but already dressed in a pair of fresh jeans and a carefully ironed shirt. It was so good to see her and he did not even question why she was here so early with practically no need.

“How you're holding up?” She asked while he grabbed his coffee and watched him with an adoring smile pacing around in the kitchen until he finally realized just how many nerves he was showing.

“Splendid... I guess...” He mumbled sarcastically while he forced himself to lean against the kitchen counter just to stop running around, showing nerves like an idiot. Grabbing for her to wrap her into his arms, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. “What you doin' here so early?” He murmured against her warm skin while secretly inhaling her heavenly scent which was just so soothing, helping to calm his nerves.

Meg softly chuckled, leaning into his embrace, back to chest just savoring the moment, feeling him relax a little. Which was a good thing and all she had hoped she could achieve by showing up so early. And she went on to surprise him. “Thought I might drive you to Leeds?”

“You shall be at work at 8, you won't make it in time.” He objected. Not because he did not want or appreciate her offer but he was genuinely concerned she could be late because of him.

“Took a day off.”

“Why?” He pulled away to but only to be able to look at her face as she was cocking her head to grin at him.

“Because my boyfriend has his final GCSE* exams today and he is a sodding mess. I can't leave him alone like that!” Meg actually giggled and snuggled back into his embrace. “I'll drive and soothe your poor nerves as we go. Also I might want to hold your hand occasionally”

This simple thing completely caught him off guard. Wrapping her even closer in his arms. No one ever had done something like this for him and John felt (not for the first time since they got together) felt completely blessed and still trying to understand how he ever deserved an angel like her in his life.

*GCSE = General Certificate of Secondary Education - Usually achieved after 11 school-years in GB, but it is possible to go back to take some adult classes in order to get the exams at a later point. (At least google tells me so)

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starlight92 · 6 years

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“And you're saying you can't sing”

Day 7 of @deepestfirefun 30 days writing challege.

I know it’s long overdue, but I had huge writing block. And sadly, it lasted (and got even stronger) after meeting my challenge character (aka Mr Turner). But the block is gone now so I’m gonna complete the challenge with huge pleasure!

Please note that English is not my first language so forgive me my mistakes.

My character for the challenge is Aidan Turner.

Note: I have changed timeline a bit. I wanted to focus on the Hobbit Era so I decided to make premiere of The Greates Showman during the time Hobbit was shot. SPOILER LAAERT FOR THE LIEUTENANT OF INISHMORE: we get to hear Aidan sing so what I wrote about his singing is 100% true.

Word count: 1 033 (yes, I had to quote the lyrics xD )

Finally I was able to drag Aidan to the cinema. He’s not really a guy who like going out for a dates. Well, me neither. We prefer to stay home, watch some silly TV show, eat unhealthy food or just play scrabble. But today we finally went to see a movie. And it wasn’t opening night to which Aidan got invitation and took me as his plus one. We went out just like a normal couple. He let me choose the movie and it wasn’t very wise of him. What movie musical junkie would choose? Of course The Greatest Showman! To say I was excited was understatement. I was almost jumping around on our way to the cinema singing songs that were featured in the movie. I know it was making Aid a bit angry and yet he was always chuckling (I’m always singing showtunes at home), but at least I changed musical.

After we were back home I played the album from TGS and sang along to all songs. Aid groaned as he collapsed on the sofa in the living room. I was jumping around singing The Other Side at the top of my lungs. Aidan was looking at me and suddenly he burst out laughing. I absolutely loved seeing him like this. Completely chill, reminded me of a guy I met a few years ago. I jumped on the sofa near him and cuddled into his chest.

“Tired, baby?”, he whispered as I nestled more into him. He didn’t need any words. He easily picked me up and carried to bed. I didn’t even realize when I was fast asleep, but I could swear I drifted off long before my head touched the pillow.

I woke up to the smell of coffee, eggs and the sound of The Greatest Showman album. I quietly went to the kitchen. Now The Other Side was playing. To my huge surprise I’ve heard Aidan sing Hugh Jackman’s part.

Right here, right now

I put the offer out

I don't want to chase you down

I know you see it

You run with me

And I can cut you free

Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in

So trade that typical for something colorful

And if it's crazy, live a little crazy

You can play it sensible, a king of conventional

Or you can risk it all and see

Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play

'Cause I got what you need

So come with me and take the ride

It'll take you to the other side

'Cause you can do like you do

Or you can do like me

Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key

Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly

It'll take you to the other side

To make it more surprising he was even swaying his sexy butt with the melody. I couldn’t help myself and when it was Zac Efron’s part I entered the kitchen singing as well

Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in

Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen

So thanks, but no

I think I'm good to go

'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in

Now I admire you, and that whole show you do

You're onto something, really it's something

But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells

I'll have to leave that up to you

Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play

'Cause I got what I need and I don't want to take the ride

I don't need to see the other side

So go and do like you do

I'm good to do like me

Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key

Oh, damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine

I don't need to see the other side

Aidan was pretty surprised as he probably thought I was still sleeping. However, he smirked widely when I started dancing next to him. I knew very well I was about to wake up the beast in him. It was usually me who was singing while making breakfast with Aid leaning against the doorframe. This time we were singing together jumping around the kitchen like kids. He was chasing me around the table and I tried to escape him. Of course he was faster and didn’t play completely fair. At one point he jumped on the table singing. After finishing his part he jumped back on the floor catching me in his tight embrace.

Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play

'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride

To the other side

So if you do like I do

So if you do like me

Forget the cage, 'cause we know how to make the key

Oh, damn! Suddenly we're free to fly

We're going to the other side

So if you do like I do

(To the other side)

So if you do like me

(We're going to the other side)

'Cause if we do we're going to the other side

We're going to the other side

When the song finished we were both out of breath. He still didn’t let me go. I was pressed firmly against his chest and I felt something hard against my butt. I smiled slightly. Aidan started kissing my neck as his hands were roaming around my body. He was slowly leading me back to our bedroom.

“And you're saying you can't sing”, I smiled. He hardly ever sang. Mostly when it was storm outside and he had to calm me down. I really wished he could sing me more. His warm voice, so different from when he was speaking, was melting away all my problems, fears and pain.

“Because I can’t sing. And you’re the only one I can sing to. At least for now”, he replied with his lips on my neck.

“What about breakfast, mr Turner?”, I asked giggling.

“I guess some appetizer is the best option right now, future mrs Turner”, Aidan replied.

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bakerstreethound · 4 years

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Sherlock Holmes January writing challenge masterlist

Hello everyone I have joined in with @deepestfirefun writing challenge for January. I hope you enjoy these fics with the one and only Consulting Detective (:

Day 1: Resolution

Day 2: Ashamed

Day 3: Shatter Me

Day 4: Don’t Ask

Day 5: Let Me Go

Day 6: Happiest Birthday

Day 7: Mischief

Day 8: Distraction

Day 9: Because of an Experiment

Day 10: Fish&Chips

Day 11/12/13: His Choice

Day 14: Her Heart

Day 15: Our Duet

Day 16/17/18/19/20: One Soul

Day 21/22/23: Without You

Day 24/25/26/27/28:The Price You Pay

Day 29/30/31: Compliance

#31 days writing challenge by deepestfirefun #deepestfirefun #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #reader x sherlock #my husband #mrs. holmes

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lady-of-lies · 4 years

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A page from the book

A/N: I finally managed to find some inspiration and time to write a longer piece! I actually feel quite happy with this one and I hope you like it too, this is prompt 17 in @theincaprincess writing challenge and I hope I can meake it all the way

Prompt: “Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.”

Word count: 900

Warnings: None, maybe some grammatical errors

Peter Parker x reader

Writing. You had always loved it, it was a feeling like no other when you observed the words dancing down the paper. The smell of fresh parchment mixing with the ink from the pencil never failed to calm you down, something that today’s computers never managed to achieve. You were always carrying a notebook with you, you never know when a wave of inspiration may wash over you, which left you wanting to always be prepared.

Peter had seen you with that notebook everywhere. At recess when all the other students whipped out their phone from their many hiding places, you just deliberately opened your book. Sometimes you read one of the old entries and other times you started to immediately scribble down something new. To Peter you were a fresh breath of air. Someone who shared his love for the old-school way of living. He had tried to talk to you for weeks now, but the timing ever seemed right.

How was he supposed to catch your eye when they never even left the pages of the book resting in your lap? What would be the right course of action? In English literature class he had read the most inspiring piece yet: A drop of ink may make a million think. It had made him think about you exclusively, he really needed to find a way to speak with you before he went mad, but then again, so are the best of people.

When he looked at you time came to a halt, or at least move in slow motion. Everything in the room became a blur. Everything but you. The way your hair moved in sync with your steps, the way your posture spoke millions about your ‘I’m sorry for existing’ personality, but none of that mattered to him. If Peter ever worked up the courage to speak to you he would make it his mission in life to make sure you know just how beautiful you really are.

2:30 AM

The papers lay strewn about in a most hazardly maner and in the middle of it all sat Peter. Eyes red rimmed and glossy with tears threatening to spill over, hair a tousled mess that could be compared to a bird’s nest and a pen somersaulting between hi fingers. He felt hopeless. For hours he had been trying to compose some sort of prose that would do you justice. His plan was to write you a cute little note, slip it into your locker, or anywhere where you’d see it, and hope for the best. Who would have thought writing could be so hard?

4:45 AM

School would be in session in less than four hours and he still didn’t have a note to give. For the last thirty minutes the only thing he had written was this. Create: verb. The act of banging your head on the desk until something pops out. An action he had also tried in vain. Nothing seemed to work. Maybe he just needed to face the fact, he would never be able to produce something good enough for you. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for you.

7:30 AM

The night sky were slowly changing into a spectrum of colours, morning had arrived and Peter would have to leave soon if he wished to be on time for Biology class. He didn’t want to be late, but he didn’t want to show up without a note for you either. He had stayed up all night trying to put his feelings down on paper, but even then the closest thing he had written to a love confession was: “Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future, meet me in the library at lunch.” Romantic isn’t it?

9:00 AM

There was nothing like daydreaming during biology. He pictured you and him together in the library. You with your notebook and him telling you about being Spider-man. He didn’t know what to do, after careful consideration he had decided against the note. If he couldn’t come up with anything that made him feel like he could drop the mic after the final punctuation then it wasn’t right. When the bell rung signaling the end of first period all he could think about was you. The second class of the day just so happened to be science, meaning he would be able to think of you for at least one more hour.

3:00 PM

The whole day had passed by without a hitch. In last period, English literature, he even got paired with you for an upcoming presentation. His heart hadn’t recovered from that yet. twenty minutes after the news had been revealed. On his way home though, he felt something in his coat pocket. Something that hadn’t been there at the beginning of the day, a note.

“Life is like a book, everyone has at least one chapter they don’t read out loud and everyone have the possibility to turn the page and start over. In mine, there’s at least a thousand pages I have yet to read and I would love it if the story between the covers includes you”

- Y/N

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catthefearless · 5 years

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A Real "Con" Artist Part 2

This is from the writing challenge @deepestfirefun started at the beginning of February and I’m late, as usual. This second part of the fiction involves our beloved Richard Armitage and CAT working together at a comic convention. I’m not even going to get into the quotes in this part yet so you’ll have to follow along. Enjoy.

Part 1

Richard and CAT found Julia busily signing artwork and talking about her comic illustration days to a few eager middle aged men. At almost 60, Julia Lamont still had men drooling over her stunning looks and charming personality. They stood back for a bit and listened as she regaled a particularly star struck man with a story about throwing drawings in her boss' face due to his rudeness and sexiest attitude. Richard chuckled as she finished her story and she looked up to see CAT holding Richard's arm and they were both smiling. She smiled and nodded as she was finishing with the last person waiting for signatures.

"I see you two are a bit more comfortable," Julia said as she looked up at the two of them. CAT giggled and shook her head.

"Hard not to be with such a gentleman." CAT smiled up at Richard and he chuckled. They discussed the options for lunch and when Julia would need help at her booth and when Richard needed CAT with him. It turned out that Julia was acting very self-sufficient and wanted CAT to spend more time with Richard. CAT pulled her aside briefly and let her know she wasn't that far away and would be checking on her, often.

"It's not like I haven't done this before, " Julia said quietly to CAT. "Besides, I think he's taken a shine to our Miss CAT." With that she winked at Richard and pushed CAT gently towards him. "Have fun kiddos!" CAT rolled her eyes at Julia and then laughed as she and Richard went back towards his booth.

They got back to the table and had a staff person waiting on them even though there was a 20 minutes until his first autograph and photo session. Richard talked to her about someone bringing lunch to them since they would be there awhile. The security person arrived and Richard and CAT settled themselves in behind the table as a small queue started to form. Richard had glossy photo prints of himself and one animated photo of his character Trevor Belmont from Castlevania. CAT arranged the stacks of photos on the table so he could easily grab the correct photo to autograph. Most of the people in line were women ranging in age from about 30-60. CAT secretly giggled to herself that she might have been one of them had she not been working at this con for Julia and now Richard.

Their lunch order arrived about a half hour into the session and Richard politely excused himself so he could have a few bites of his sandwich and more water. CAT kept an eye on the time to keep him on schedule since he had a panel in less than an hour. He encouraged her to take a break to eat and check on Julia. He squeezed her hand and winked at her as she left with her lunch in hand.

Julia had lunch delivered too and was just finishing hers when CAT showed up with her container. "Well, what's he like?"

"He is absolutely charming and sweet. He has something kind to say to each person.." CAT grinned at Julia.

"Oh girl! You have it bad for that man!" Julia clucked her tongue and laughed as she shook her head at CAT. CAT smiled back and shook her head too.

"He's asked us to supper tonight, after we're done here. I know it will be late but we need to eat something other than convention center food." CAT pulled a face and Julia laughed.

"Alright but I will bug out in a moments notice if you want to spend more time with him alone." Julia winked at her and smiled.

"I'm certainly not one of those con girls who hang all over the celebs just because!" CAT looked amused at the thought. Julia laughed even harder at her.

"Certainly not! Although, he's probably the type that the more respectable you are, the more he will appreciate you."

"Mmmm I get that impression from him too but also some real simmering heat from him too!" CAT giggled. Julia laughed and patted CAT's arm.

"He does have that voice, and those eyes!" Julia blinked at CAT and they both laughed. CAT hung out with Julia until she finished her lunch and gave Julia a bathroom break then headed back for the last half hour of Richard's autograph session.

The rest of the line went by quickly and Richard got ready to do his panel. He hugged CAT and told her he would come find her as soon as he was done. As they parted ways, he looked back over his shoulder to watch her walk away. She definitely had his full attention and he would find it hard to concentrate on the fans' questions in the panel he was headed into.

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stories-by-shanna-p · 5 years

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Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge Prompt #30

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?

@coallivesmatter @girl-next-door-writes @i-am-not-the-real-alice@emilyymichelle @deepestfirefun @c-s-stars @theincaprincess@agthoven@hanginwithmanerds @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @rellasworld @thepokyone@imagines-for-the-unpopular @lazilymysticalzombie @lady-of-lies@supernaturallymarvellous @soradragon@thegryffindorbookworm @silentwanderlustfanfiction @specialagentlokitty

#Tale Teller's Daily Writing Challenge 2019 #Day 30

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theincaprincess · 5 years

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Thranduil 30 day challenge masterlist

So here is my masterlist for the 30 day writing challenge @deepestfirefun hosted last year (2018)

Day 1 - The gift of a hat

Day 2 - The tree of fate

Day 3 - Moment on the dancefloor

Day 4 - Secrets of a best friend

Day 5 - Candlelight confession

Day 6 - A little push

Day 7 - Elven magic

Day 8 - Flour fun

Day 9 - Love for the westend

Day 10 - Lone ranger

Day 11 - Starlight dreams

Day 12 - Battle cry

Day 13 - Heated pranks

Day 14 - Feather passion

Day 15 - A royal night

Day 16 - Little Things

Day 17 - Lady in training

Day 18 - Snapshot

Day 19 - Wine and Fly

Day 20 - A Little too late

Day 21 - Karaoke king

Day 22 - Bear hug

Day 23 - Long live the king

Day 24 - Darkness

Day 25 - Autumn solstice

Day 26 - Drunken rambles

Day 27 - Lost

Day 28 - Annual ball

Day 29 - Aftermath

Day 30 - Pleasure

A little too late other parts

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 Final

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xxbyimm · 6 years

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THORIN OAKENSHIELD - 30 days writing challenge - Day 23 - Enough

Another song for @deepestfirefun’s 30 days writing challenge! These are the most difficult for me and thank god for @pixiedurango who always listens to my ramblings and gives me awesome suggestions. Today I had to incorporate the song ‘This means war’ from the artist Sleep thief in my story. You can find the link for the video here.

I think the psychedelic feel of the song matches perfectly with Thorin during the gold sickness (thank you pix <3). I put the song on endless replay and wrote this. Here you go!

Enough

Enough.

Thorin found himself walking around his grandfather’s throne in the middle of the night. The design was magnificent and stood proudly in the middle of the room. He stood still to watch the empty space where the Arkenstone should have proudly been displayed. It was his right to possess the precious stone and he had moved heaven and earth to find it, but yet it wasn’t here. Instead it was in the hands of a filthy elven king, given by the ones he had trusted. Ones he had loved, protected against harm. They had promised him to stand by his side during the quest, but then betrayed him in an unforgivable way. You had taken his heart and thrown it out with the trash. Finally he had awoken, only to see that his heart laid on the floor.

No more of this.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had allowed you to toy with his heart. Corrupt his mind, influence his thoughts. He once truly believed you loved him, but that couldn’t be true. He should have seen it all before, he should have been able to see through your evident disguise. You had been working with the elves all along, convincing him to give up his only right to rule all. You were the one, playing the master. Holding the gun, pushing him faster. When the two of you met, you had hit him like a wave, making him ready to crash down.

On your shore.

He had been too lovesick to see your games. He should have known that you sided with the elves, after all you had been too friendly towards them in Rivendell and Mirkwood. You seemed to understand them, care for them. You even convinced Thranduil to let you and the company go. At that time, Thorin already wondered why you were able to do what he couldn’t, but he didn’t think to much of it. But that was then, and now all the answers laid on the table. He wasn’t going to let you get away with this. This utter betrayal.

This meant war.

You had crossed a line, when you and the halfling crawled over the wall towards the elven camp. You had crossed another one when the two of you surrendered the Arkenstone to the enemy. But you really crushed his heart when you finally told him the truth, before a whole elven army, a few humans and his own company. Thorin closed his eyes, pursing his lips together. The humiliation… The hurt.

He couldn’t take it. No more. He was going to settle the score.

He strode away from the throne, making his way towards the entrance. He wanted to watch the city of Dale. He wanted to see the elven army getting ready to storm the gates. He knew that Erebor wasn’t easy to conquer. Thranduil didn’t have a dragon, and the walls of the dwarven kingdom were thick. Daín could be here any minute to assist his kin.

‘Arm your defenses.’ He muttered. ‘Lock all your doors. I’ll have war.’

You had hurt him so much. Everything- every move, every caress, confession… had been a lie. Your words were poison, and still he found himself calling your name in the middle of the night. He was angry at himself for still loving you, wanting you with a fierce passion. He wanted to hold you in his arms again, but yet he wanted to destroy you all the same. He knew the dark weakness inside you. He was prepared to do what he had to. Shatter your heart, and scatter the pieces.

Just like you had done.

Thorin climbed the stairs to the outpost and watched the empty lands before him. The city of Dale was dark, save for a few torches that burned on the watch posts. Thorin gritted his teeth. You were sleeping there, among those filthy men that probably couldn’t take their eyes of your beautiful physique. You were his, his alone. He knew your thoughts, your nature. Your game. You were his to end. His attention was pulled by a single little light, that was moving towards the lonely mountain. Who dared to enter his domain at this time of the night? Thorin narrowed his eyes. The skirt of the, what he assumed was a white dress, flared in the cool evening breeze. The person’s face was hidden under a hood.

As she moved closer, it became clear that she wasn’t wearing a torch. She was radiating the purest light of all. Thorin gasped. All the hate and despair that had inhabited him trickled down his body, leaving the darkness behind on the floor. He reached out. To love. To trust.

To you.

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thefanficmistress · 6 years

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GUY OF GISBORNE - 30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 10

Taglist : Let me know if you would like to be tagged ^_^

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Pairing : Guy & Elena

Prompts:

“There are 215 bones in the human body. That´s one! Stop whining and get the hell out of my sight,”

“You broke my nose!”

“You´re safe with me, I won´t let them hurt you again,”

ELENA

Elena hadn’t slept all night because of the note and flowers. She couldn’t even bring herself to through them away. She didn’t want to touch anything that he touched, it would have been like he was touching her. When the servants would wake, she would have them disregard them. Maybe burn them. When he had touched her, it took many bathes for her to feel clean, but she still felt the linger of his fingers on her skin.

He was a gorgeous man, but a horrible one. A beast hidden behind the mask of a charming, angelic face. He drew her in, only to get possessive, and rough with her. She shook the memory from her head. Resting back against the stone wall of the bath she made for herself. She needed to relax. The water was hot, and steam danced along the wet surface. She had poured smelling oils in the water, and petals of heather, and lavender.

When she heard the door open and close. She called out to see if it was one of her servants but received no reply. She stood and walked through the warm bath water to the steps and climbed out of the sparkling pool. She picked up her white cloth gown and put it on over her wet skin. Her wet hair was soaked and hung long in tiny curls.

She walked out of the side room and gasped as she was taken back by the man she saw.

A man, clad in a dark blue and borwn, was standing in the foyer, glancing throughout the room. Of average height, wiry build, with short brown hair, he was well dressed and had a cultured air about him.

Apparently, he wasn’t concerned about strolling in uninvited. She thought she locked the lash behind her. She could have sworn she did. What if she’d still been in the bath, or had wandered downstairs to find the stranger there?

The man turned at her gasp. “I’m sorry I startled you. “he apologized gently. “Might the Master of the house be about?”

“I didn’t hear you knock,” Elena said. She didn’t think he had. Maybe her father’s friends didn’t. “Are you a friend of his? Does he owe you money from the tavern games?” He smelled of ale and rum.

“No.” he said, not specifying which question he was answering. “Is he in?” His eyes racked her entire body.

She was aware that her attire was not suitable for the occasion, after all she was still wet, and parts of her white dress stuck to her body. Her breast was full, and her dark nipples showed through the thin fabric.

“Not at the moment, but I’ll be happy to tell him you stopped by.” She peered at him, curiosity never dormant. “Are you a close friend of his?” she fished.

“No.” He smiled. “And who might you be? The House Maid?”

“The master’s Daughter--. “

She broke off as the man’s demeanor changed abruptly. Gone was the disarming smile. Gone was the appreciative gaze. Replaced by a cold, calculating expression. And—her brain seemed to resist processing this fact—there was suddenly, bewilderingly, a knife in his hand.

She shook her head sharply, unable to absorb the bizarre turn of events. With a menacing smile, he moved toward her.

"Don't touch me!” She yelled.

“He’s happy that he found you.”

Just a few words, but they brought tears to her eyes. She didn’t want to see him anymore. She thought she made that very clear the last time she saw him. It wasn’t an easy goodbye, or a happy one. He was furious with her for wanting to go. For turning him down. So furious it turned abusive, and she ran. They both ran for months at a time. Hiding in many towns and villages just to get away from him. She thought they were safe here and had more time.

Still trying to get some dim grasp on the situation, she said stupidly. “You’re one of his friends.”

She inched slowly backward, afraid to make a sudden move.

“Not exactly,” was the man’s bizarre reply as he paced her.

“What do you want? If it’s coin, I have lots. And I’ll happily give it to you.” she babbled. She was almost to the shelf that had her fathers dagger.

“The coin is nice, and more would be better, but It’s not coin I’m after.”

A dozen horrid scenarios, each worse than the last, flashed through her mind. All of them ended with Guy Finding her dead in this house. He’d duped her into freely admitting that she was alone. How gullible she’d been!

When he lunged for her, she scrambled backward, adrenaline flooding her. Frantically, with hands made clumsy by fear, she snatched things off the shelf and flung them at him. The books bounced off his shoulder; A newly acquired butcher block hit him squarely in the chest. Flailing behind her, she grabbed one goblet after another from the next shelf and flung them at his head. He ducked and dodged, and glass after glass exploded against the wall behind him, raining down on the floor.

He hissed with fury and kept coming.

Gasping for breath, dangerously close to hyperventilating, Elena groped for more arsenal. A bowl, spice jars, bottles of wine, rum, ale, books. She needed a freaking weapon! In the midst of this damned house, surely, she could get her hands on one blasted knife! But her bare feet kept slipping in wine as she tried to avoid both her assailant and the broken glass.

Afraid to take her eyes off him, she backed into the small kitchen area where the cook prepared his meals, and she fumbled for a drawer behind her and felt frantically about for anything.

Glass crunching beneath his boots, he advanced, backing her against the counter more.

Wine bottle. Full. Thank you, God. She kept it behind her back and went motionless.

He did exactly what she’d hoped. Gave her the bum’s rush, and she smashed the bottle down on his head with all her might, drenching them both with glass-spiked wine.

He grabbed her around the waist as he went down, taking her with him. She was no match for the wiry strength of the man as he wrestled her onto her back beneath him. His hands wrapped around her throat and he started to squeeze.

“I just need you out enough to take you without a fuss.” He admitted.

She caught a flash of silver perilously close to her face. She went limp for a moment, just long enough to make him wonder, then twisted and went for his groin with her knee. He curled into himself and released her. She managed to quickly get out from under him and crawled towards the door. Her feet were bleeding too badly for her to walk. She snatched up a dagger that rested at the door and she turned to see the man on the floor slowly coming back around after her kick to his groin.

GUY

Pushing the door open, he gaped, incredulity and shock paralyzing him for a precious moment.

Elena—dripping red liquid that his mind refused to accept might be blood—was crawling out of kitchen on her rare, her back to him, sliding backwards, her hand clutching a blade.

A man stepped out of the kitchen, his murderous gaze fixed on Elena, a knife in his hand.

Neither of them registered his presence.

“Elena back away,” Guy hissed, pulling his sword from his side.

The man startled and saw him then, his face registering shock and … something more, a thing Guy couldn’t quite define. The intruder’s gaze darted to the door behind Guy, then to the open doors leading to the back of the house.

That’s when Guy lunged for him. The intruder parried, and both men began a dance of blades. Guy ducked when he swung his dagger, and when he came back up, his hilt smacked the stranger in the face. Blood shot out everywhere as the mans head snapped backwards. Guy then pushed him into the wall, and took another blade, swirled it in his hand and placed it to his face. The strangers hands trapped in a maze of locks, while Guy held him still and firm. The smell of wine, and blood washed over him.

“You broke my nose!” the intruder screamed.

“There are 215 bones in the human body. That´s one!” He pressed his body against the mans harder, the knife snipping his skin, and a small teardrop of blood wet the tip of the blade. “Why are you after my woman? “Guy demanded.

“Someone paid me to get her!” he confessed.

“Who?”

“I didn’t see his face, he just paid me and said that his master wanted her.” He guy started to whimper and moan. “Look at what you’ve done to me! I can never show my face again!”

“Stop whining and get the hell out of my sight,” Guy pushed him harder into the wall, the weak wood gave out and the man fell back. “Guy kicked him repeatedly in the stomach and gave him a final blow to his face with a hilt gripped fist. The mans face slammed into the hard floor. His mouth poured with blood.

He rose to his feet, and Guy shouted, standing over him. “If I ever see you near her or this house again. I will kill you.” He added with lethal calm.

The guy scrabbled to his feet and ran out of the door and disappeared in the bright light.

He turned to see Elena laying in the glass, unresponsive, her feet bleeding, and her gown soaked in red. He dropped his sword and rushed over to her. Kneeling at her side, he picked her up and carried her to the bathing room where her bath still waited. Fully clothed he walked into the water, washing her face, and waiting for her to wake up.

“You’re safe with me. I won’t let them, or anyone hurt you again.” He whispered on to her wet face. Kissing her cheek. He was shaking with fear, and rage. He wanted answers now.

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30 days of John Standring - Writting challenge day 1

This is my contribution to @deepestfirefun ‘s marvelous writing challenge which starts today with the following tasks:

“I thought for a minute I was losing my sanity, but then realized it´s just you,”

“Is it suppose to look like this?”

I chose to write 30 days of John Standring (FRom Sparkhouse, one of Richard’s early roles) and I decided to go back and re-visit and explore/ expand the relationship of John and Meg which gently began to bloom in this oneshot

Enjoy!

John Standring was - in general - a fairly laid back bloke. Friendly per default and unlikely to be overly nervous over his every day life.

Until it came to women. In general. And especially to one in particular.

He always was nervous, almost anxious and shy when he was around women and he was learning just now that there probably was no reason to be.

Because he finally had a girlfriend. A real one. A woman to love and to spoil and she was more than worth every effort. Because she loved him back. Not like Carol once who only wanted to use him for his money and his utter fondness of her. But he realized it early enough before making a gravely mistake and taking her offer to marry him so he could sell his house to safe Sparkhouse for her. He had said no. Because he realized, almost too late, that there was something else. Someone else.

Meg might be an average girl. A 'girl-next-door' so to speak. In his case even literally. Because she owned the house next to him. They had been neighbors first, then friends and now lovers. His life was good.

Well, as long as he tried not to think about what was supposed to happen next weekend: They would travel to London. Meet her parents. And this was the point he realized that sometimes he might not be as laid back as he always imagined to be. Actually, John Standring was almost scared to death! But she did everything to cheer him up and help him keep his courage up.

She already had taken him to the barbershop and actually he began to ask himself why he hadn't gone for a decent haircut ages ago. Her eyes were bright and she couldn't stop smiling whenever she now looked at him. He would gladly walk behind her like a puppy to what ever shenanigans she had planned if she would keep that smile up forever. Proud and loving to be his and he barely could believe his luck when she walked the streets of Leeds with him, hand in hand, showing everybody that they belonged together, on their way to get him some clothes he could wear to London.

The high spirits inevitably lowered down when they left the third shop without having found anything suitable. Either too fancy or “not you!” as she more than once exclaimed and he finally hung his head as he mumbled in his thickest Yorkshire accent - which only happened when he was in some kind of emotionally turmoil.

“I'm hopeless, I'll find nowt around here. Or anywhere. You better travelin to London on yer own. Maybe better anyway. I'm flayed yer parents won't approve of me anyway.”

She looked surprised but finally realizing how anxious he still was about that weekend trip.

“John, darling...” She wrapped her arms around him as if to give him more strength and confidence through her touch alone. “I'm pretty sure they'll adore you just as much as I do. We don't have to continue shopping if you feel like I'm trying to dress you up. A pair of your clean jeans and once I ironed one of your shirts.... you'll be dashing!”

He actually blushed.

Dashing was about the last word he would ever come up with to describe himself. It was tempting to just go the easy way and accept her offer. Go home and be done with this unnerving matter. But where was the point of their trip to Leeds then? John Standring was – more than anything else – a man of pragmatism. And no one should say he was not bold.

“I guess there's no harm in actually looking for a pair of new britches... and some shirts... maybe? Since we're around anyway.”

“That's the spirit!” She merrily grabbed his elbow and he followed her into the next department store. In there she shoved him into the changing booth and pulled the curtains close. “Wait here and just try what I bring.” She giggled and he shook his head with a fond smile while he was already pulling down his worn out corduroy pants and pulled his sweatshirt over his head, waiting for her in his boxers a plain white t-shirt and his equally white tennis socks. Sometimes she was friendly mocking him a bit about his old fashioned underwear and he had come to think that maybe he should have a look at things a bit fancier. Not that he knew where to start but he was certain she would know.

He was musing how funny it was that things like that mattered all in a sudden and he decided that this might be love. Not feeling pushed to change but wanting to please the eye of the loved one and therefore ready to try something new.

John almost jumped when suddenly a mountain of fabrics in all possible colors appeared in his booth. When he had assembled himself again, with a laugh he grabbed for a good part of what ever she had brought and near giggled.

“I thought for a minute I was losing my sanity, but then realized it´s just you.” He exaggerated a bit for comical relief and took the rest of the clothes she had chosen for him to try. He pulled her into the booth with him. Before being with her he would have felt ashamed being seen by a woman (especially one he was fond of) in his underwear but Meg had changes everything. It was natural, being with her. No shame. And after all she was the one on who's opinion he had to rely here, rather to step out from the booth to be seen by everybody who was shopping in this department store in Leeds today.

And so he tried everything she was holding up to him and more than once he asked: “Is it supposed to look like this?” which always made her gigglesnort until they both were a giggling laughing mess. They made a happening of him trying on all the things and he felt free and happy like never before. Having her was the best thing ever happened to him and it was the easiest and most freeing thing in the world to just be a bit childish in front of the mirror while trying on new clothes.

And not so very surprisingly, after trying on what were easily about 3 dozen different combinations of all the stuff she had brought him, they happily could agree on a few pieces that looked all good together no matter how he would put them together.

Each a pair of fashionable khaki and black pants, a blue jeans, three shirts white, black and dark blue, a jumper and a cardigan which by no means looked like the cardigans he had known from his grandpa and t-shirts in black and gray.

“Is that alright love? It's quite a bunch?” She asked with a caring frown. “Please take only the things you really like. Not because I chose them.“

John gently shook his head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead to counter her frown.

“Actually, I like them all and could not possibly chose what to leave behind. I'm happy when you are happy. And since we are already on it, we may stop at the socks and undies and look for a few new things there, too?”

And as if to prove how very necessary that was he was waggling his toes in his horrid white tennis socks.

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Very well Collins, you’re in a fricking friendzone

Day 8 of @deepestfirefun 30 days writing challege.

Please note that English is not my first language so forgive me my mistakes.

My character for the challenge is Aidan Turner.

Warning: Being Human season 1 spoiler! Maybe some of you didn’t watch it so I’d prefer to warn you. But don’t worry, no need to know the plot. The only thing you really need to know is that John Mitchell (aka Aidan) was turned into a vampire by William Herrick who was a huge asshole.

Word count: 658

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I was sitting with my friend Aidan in his room as he was going through the scripts of his TV series – Being Human.

“Oh finally, Herrick dies”, Aidna murmured.

I looked up from the book and looked at him.

“Wait, the one who changed John into a vampire?”, I put the book away and made sure I know who he meant.

“John?”, Aidan looked up from the script. “John who?”

I giggled at his confused expression.

“John Mitchell, your character”, I through a pillow at him. He caught it and laughed into it.

“I’m sorry. We all call him Mitchell. Or Mitch, almost never John. Sorry, you got me confused. Oh no!”, he gasped looking back into the scenes he was supposed to shoot the next day. “Josie dies to help Mitchell! Or rather to save him”, he pouted.

I knew very well how he got attached to all the characters who had something to do with his. It was his first big role (he was the lead!) and he wanted to have a kind soul around. We met a bit over a year ago through mutual friends. We got along pretty quick, almost right away and kept in touch ever since. However, it seemed to me that I’m growing very fond of him. No, he was just a friend and I couldn’t cross that border. Besides, who I was? He was a rising star and I was only a mere theatre worker at the front of the house.

“But you said earlier that Herrick was very hard or even impossible to kill…”, I said.

“Well, shit’s not gonna be easy, but possible”, he replied.

“So how´s that going to be working, exactly?”, I asked a bit confused. Maybe when I watch the show when it finally airs will help me to understand more than what Aidan is saying.

“Josie was Mitchell’s love many years ago. Now she’s dying and doesn’t have much time left. So she kinda sacrifices herself so Mitch can kill Herrick. At first he wanted to turn Josie in order to save her, but she disagreed. And let this lovely vamp drink her all blood which he didn’t do for a long time”, he tried to explain. “It´s complicated, I know.”

“So since Herrick is a vampire… in order to kill one, you´ll have to make one but first you´ll have to make one in order to kill one…?”, I looked at him like a miserable puppy. He chuckled.

“Well, close enough. Come on, you’re going to set with me today so you can see it yourself”, he reached out his hand and I took it.

He pulled me up a bit too firmly and our lips collided. I quickly pulled back. That’s exactly what I wanted, but again, I couldn’t cross that line. Very well Collins, you’re in a fricking friendzone. That’s for damn sure. Just face it. You’re madly in love with Aidan fricking Turner and you’re friendzoned. Whoa, whoa! What the hell? Is he kissing me right fecking now? React, just react you dumbass! Come on girl, you want this. Just kiss him back or you’re gonna regret it forever.

It took me a while to realize that Aidan kissed me again. I was frozen, but finally managed to reply the kiss just before he was about to pull back thinking he crossed the line. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. We finally pulled back after some time and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Do you regret it?”, he whispered.

“Not at all. You?”, I asked hoping that my voice is not trembling.

“You wish, Collins”, he smiled slightly. “So… we can say we’re together?”

“Yes, I think we can”, I grinned and kissed him again. “But I believe that now it’s time for you to go on set to kill some assholes”, I winked and went towards the door holding tightly his hand in mine.

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cd1242 · 6 years

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Rematch !

Prompts

"Wrestling Match!!"

"That's not fair! You're much bigger than me.....I deserve a rematch!!!"

"Giving up already?"

Boromir x My OC x Tolkien

Warning/ fluff

Tanis grabbed the pillow from beneath Boromir's head, smacked him in the face and yelled

"Wrestling Match!"

Being halfasleep he had no idea what had hit him until he heard her hysterical laughter as she smacked him again. As a ranger and trained in hand to hand combat, plus the fact that he was still half asleep, she had little trouble maneuvering him off the bed and into the floor , all six foot, four inches of her new husband. He outweighed her by at least one hundred pounds and was exactly a foot taller . Boromir hit the floor with a loud thump !

"You know this means war !" Looking up and shaking his head,trying his hardest not to smile. Tanis squeaked then took off running towards the other room , Boromir right behind . She ran too the sitting room, he thought he had her but she dodged him, jumped over the sofa and ran through the dining room. He was on one side of the table, she was on the other side.

"Giving up already?"

She taunted him.

"Never !" He shot back. He feigned to the right but went left instead . Just as he thought she would, she fell for it, Boromir immediately scooped her up and headed back towards the bedroom with her over his shoulder.

"That's not fair ! You're much bigger than me ! ....I deserve a rematch!!! "

"Oh, you'll get your rematch love, but it's going to be on my terms this time." Tossing her on the bed and kicking the door shut behind them.

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30 day writing challenge

A short little drabble. Seems like I cannot write this man without writing fluff ❤😂

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shikin83 · 6 years

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another tag game

Thank you for the tag! @deepestfirefun

BOLD the statements that are true. ITALICS the things that used to be true or are semi-true/complicated

APPEARANCE - i am 5'7 or taller - i wear glasses - i have at least one tattoo - i have at least one piercing - i have blonde hair - i have brown eyes - i have short hair - my abs are at least somewhat defined - i have or had braces

PERSONALITY - i love meeting new people - people tell me i am funny - helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - i enjoy physical challenges - i enjoy mental challenges - i am playfully rude to people i know - i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it - there is something i would change about my personality

ABILITY - i can sing well - i can play an instrument - i can do over 30 pushups without stopping - i am a fast runner - i can draw well - i have a good memory- i am good at doing math in my head - i am an unconventional artist - i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - i have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - i can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - i know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - i enjoy sports - i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - i have learned a new song in the past week - i exercise at least once a week - i have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - i have drawn something in the past month - i enjoy writing - i do some form of martial arts - i have a weird hobby

EXPERIENCES - i have had my first kiss - i have had alcohol - i have scored a winning point in a sport - i have watched an entire tv series in one sitting - i have been at an overnight event - i have been in a taxi - i have been in the hospital or er in the past year - i have graduated high school - i have beaten a video game in one day - i have visited another country - i have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - i have one person that i consider to be my best friend™ - i live close to my school/work - my parents are still together - i have at least one sibling - i live in the united states - there is snow where i live right now - i have hung out with a friend in the past month - i have a smartphone - i own at least 15 cds - i share my room/flat with someone - i like doing my makeup

RELATIONSHIPS - i am in a relationship - i have a crush on a celebrity - i have a crush on someone i know - i’ve been in at least 3 romantic or sexual relationships - i have never been in a relationship - i am lgbtq+ - i have admitted my feelings to a crush - i get crushes easily - i have had a crush for over a year - i have been in a relationship for over a year - i have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - i have break-danced - i have twinkle-lights in my room - i know a person named jamie - i have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - i have dyed my hair - i’m listening to a song on repeat right now - i have punched someone in the past week - i know someone who has gone to jail - i have broken a bone - i have eaten a waffle today - i know what i want to do in life - i speak at least two languages - i have made a new friend in the past year

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