#tale tellers daily writing challenge

[agirlandherquill]

writecamp - day 7, june 7th

rise and shine for day 7 campers! we are a week into the challenge! you've all done amazing so far, keep it up!

the rules are as follows: choose a prompt (or as many of them as you like) from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared! and of course, tag me in your responses because i cannot wait to see them!

as usual, the prompt list will be under the cut!

The Prompt List

Dialogue Prompts:

"You were never my enemy. You were never that. And it breaks my heart that you can't see yourself as more."

"This was our ending. Our story. Until you had to go and ruin it."

"We were always going to win - because I would do what it took, I would carry that burden from your shoulders."

"Easy now, I'd hate to wipe that grin away so soon."

"I knew you, I knew you before I knew myself - but that was then. Now, I fear, I don't know you."

Setting Prompts:

A dark eclipse

A shadow of trees

An apothecary

An echoing cave

A cloudless sky

Narration Prompts:

She let her heart out, she let feeling flood her veins and a voice rise from her lungs.

He shunned them all, he took his heart and buried it deep, swathing himself in impenetrable dark.

The tales they tell were all a lie, for no such fable could exist, and nor could its teller.

There would never be someone as wicked that walked the earth again. Gone were the wicked. For good.

A drop of poison slipped from the vial, sinking into the glass, the very same one she lifted to her own lips.

Feeling Prompts:

The twist of a knife

The sweetness of sugar

The song of laughter

The ache of adoration

The shock of seawater

all the best for day 7, you've all made such a brilliant start to the challenge, and i can't wait to see what you write!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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now for the tags! for writecamp, because i have a feeling there's going to be so many of you, i'm going to do tags a little bit differently and instead tag all you lovely campers in the comments! (to hopefully get around any tag limits/difficulties because we all know there's going to be problems, it's inevitable and i'm going to do my best to avoid any issues in that area) (the tag list will also be completed a short while after this post comes out seeing as i unfortunately cannot queue comments, but i'll get there in the end :) )

but of course, if you would like to be tagged in future daily challenges for writecamp, all you've got to do is interact with this post - it'll be monitored throughout the entirety of the challenge to ensure nobody who wants to be tagged misses out!

[stars-for-thought]

Spring Headcanons

@sdavid09’s Daily Writing Challenge

Character: Fíli

Fandom/Series: The Hobbit

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?

(I was inspired and loved how the wonderful and talented @theincaprincess did hers for this prompt. Hope that you don’t mind that I’m borrowing your idea!)

Fíli Spring Headcanons:

• Cleans and airs out his rooms

•Goes through his clothing: getting rid of what’s old and worn and mending what is damaged

•Cleans and polishes all of his weapons

•Collects and donates anything he doesn’t need or use anymore

•Helps Thorin with ordering and organizing things for the spring

•Makes sure Kíli does his own cleaning

•Goes out camping and tracking the area with Kíli

•Helps his mother bake and cook tasty foods with the new available ingredients

•Helps plan and organize the Spring Celebrations for the kingdom

[fictioninmyblood]

Tale Teller’s 2021 Daily Writing Challenge Masterlist

1. Sacred Light - M'Baku x OC

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?

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8. My Hero - Sam Wilson x OC

Long before he was an Avenger, the Falcon, or even a pararescue airman, Sam Wilson was saving his childhood friend and first love from whatever trouble her kindness tripped her into. Now, coming back post-blip, in his efforts to reconcile with his sister, Sam is faced with the reality that walking away from his home meant walking away from being her hero. Now he’s not so sure he made the right decision all those years ago.

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[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! 

[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

[lazilymysticalzombie]

No Regrets

Daily Writing Challenge by @ sdavid09  -  Prompt #8:

Prompt: What is your character’s greatest regret?

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Author’s note: I already kinda wrote a fic about Tony’s regrets? Also, I really wanted to write something happier than all the ideas that came to my mind when I read the prompt, sooo... Here is some sugar-daddy!Tony AU :)

Warnings: use of foul language, sex scenes, not very Steve Rogers friendly 

MASTERLIST

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No Regrets

People say that he should be ashamed of himself, dating a girl half his age. They say that it’s simply disgusting, an old man like him sleeping with such a young girl. He probably makes her do things she doesn’t want to do, they say. He will use her, taint her and leave like a garbage for a younger, prettier. And she will be alone, broken.

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It happens during one of the most boring galas Tony has ever attended. He shook hands with every rich person there, exchanged pleasantries armed with hidden edges and spikes and is now making his usual rounds. He keeps looking for Y/N, who disappeared a few minutes ago and hasn’t reappeared yet. Jealousy, which he is not sure he even should feel, burns in his chest, consuming him. There are many younger, more handsome men here, who would not be opposed to entering this sort of relationship with her that Tony himself has. He wouldn’t be surprised...

There is a hand on his arm and Y/N sways gently towards him, her lips curved into an alluring smile. She puts something in his buttonhole while she pretends to smooth over his suit and then kisses his cheek and leaves him again, having apparently seen somebody she recognizes.  

Tony puts his hand into his buttonhole and picks up some piece of material. For a moment he doesn’t understand, the gears in his head for once dead, still. Then the realization dawns on him and the long-forgotten feeling of a hot blush crawling up his face surprises him, as he whips his head towards her.  

She is looking at him over her shoulder, still walking towards what he can see is a ‘staff only’ room, a flirtatious smile on her sinful lips. His feet start walking towards her without his conscious agreement and in his hand he clutches a pair of red-and-gold panties...

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People say that she is a slut, dating him only for his money. “A whore”, mutter the shocked housewives, hungrily watching TV shows about scandals and rumours from Hollywood. “How can he think she’s with him for anything else, she probably demands money after every night they spend together.”

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She doesn’t like Steve Rogers much, even though many consider him a paragon of virtue. She rarely stays in the same room as he, even more rarely talks with him. She tries to stay out of his way as much as she can. She eyes him distrustfully when he argues with Tony, huffs with displeasure when he asks for updates on his uniform and ostentatiously leaves  when he tries to talk with her about her relationship with Stark.  

But when Steve during one of the outings, in full WWII uniform and in his Captain America voice, asks what Tony without his suit is, she SNAPS and slaps him across the face, spitting out a speech about deserts, needles and cacti. Both Steve and Tony are shocked, the soldier more at the force of the hit and Tony... Tony is surprised that she would think to defend him at all. So much that he misses the apology Steve mutters quietly and the appreciative glances Natasha keeps giving Y/N.  

Y/N gives Steve one more glare, catches Tony by his arm and takes him home and to the workshop, where she spends the next few hours playing with DUM-e and watching Tony create new marvels, seemingly out of nothing.

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He doesn’t regret this. Not when she is laying on the bed, bound by her wrists to the headboard, clad only in the dark red lingerie he bought specially for this. She is ready for him, panting and moaning slightly, her thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure, her body arching beautifully. He licks his lips. He wants to tear every strap of the red material from her body, kiss the naked expanse of her skin and tease her mercilessly until she is begging him to fuck her at least twice.

She will not like it, him tearing off the gift he just gave her. She doesn’t like when he destroys her clothes, even though she secretly thinks it so very hot. The practical part of her mind always fights desperately against the more animal one - the one that wants to be claimed, possessed and marked at this very moment. 

Her eyes are half-lidded, clouded with desire when she looks at him and moans, causing all his self-resolve to crumble away.  

He’ll buy her another set...

[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

SPN Tags:   @princess-of-erebor1992   @probablynahi   @brokencasbutt67-writer   @cutelittlepurplesouls

[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.”

[stars-for-thought]

The First Morning

@sdavid09’s Daily Writing Challenge

Character: Fíli

Fandom/Series: The Hobbit

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

Prompt #1

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

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The First Morning

There have been many ‘firsts’ in Fíli’s life, some are good and some are bad. They all had an impact on his life in some way.

There was the first time he held his baby brother, the first time he forged his first weapon, his first training lesson, his first hunting trip, and so many other things.

Out of all of them, his favorite First was braiding his One’s hair.

He and Kíli had spent hours upon hours over many years designing and crafting beads and clasps with their symbols and markers. How they had practiced their braids and styles on each other until perfected, ready to be done when their One was finally found.

He remembers that first morning, the morning after their wedding. Waking to Mallory sleeping in his arms. He can recall the sleepy kisses and wandering hands, knows they woke Kíli up who joined him in pleasuring their Wife.

They eventually got up to wash and eat and (mostly) get dressed.

He can still feel the nervous excitement that he felt as they finally sat down to do their hair.

He vividly remembers pulling Mallory from Kíli’s grasp as he finished adding his braids into her hair. He thinks of her in between his legs, her back against his chest, his fingers gently running through her red curls. He recalls the giddy joyful feeling that bubbled inside of him as he began to braid her hair for the first time, braiding each braid that fell against his brothers own. Each one symbolizing that she was their wife, part of the royal family, and many other things.

He smiles at the memory of her hands in his own hair, Kíli’s larger hands wrapped around hers as he helps guide her in braiding Fíli’s hair.

He feels the rush of love recalling it all. Her soft voice as they talk, her hands in his as he helps her braid Kíli’s hair, their lips meeting again and again as the three fall back into bed together.

Even after all this time he stills feels all of those emotions every morning and every time he braids her hair, but nothing will be as powerful or wonderful as that first time.

[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.”

[stories-by-shanna-p]

30 in 30 Fanfiction Writing Challenge (Master Post)

Welcome to the 30 in 30 Fanfiction Writing Challenge! We have so many amazing authors who pushed themselves to write 30 stories in 30 days! What’s more, they even picked a level of difficulty (as you can see noted by their link):

Normal Difficulty -- 30 stories in 30 days (no stipulations) 

Medium Difficulty -- 30 stories in 30 days (each story needs to have a different character as the main character) 

Hard Difficulty -- 30 stories in 30 days (each story needs to be for a different fandom)

Be sure to click on the links below to read all of the amazing stories these authors wrote! The links below will take you to their master lists, where all their stories and story details will be linked! Be sure to like, reblog, and follow each writer you like! <3 

Master Lists of the Amazing Authors Who Participated: 

Writer: cocooned-butterfly (Normal Difficulty) 

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[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

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

[lazilymysticalzombie]

Barge in (change my life, honey)

Daily Writing Challenge by @sdavid09  -  Prompt #2:

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

Pairing: Tony Stark/reader

MASTERLIST

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Barge in (change my life, honey)

Tony Stark doesn’t regret things. He is an inventor, creator, pioneer. He doesn’t look back, but bravely meets the burning gaze of the Future. Challenges it. Conquers it.  

He simply doesn’t have time think ‘what if’ and ‘if only’’.

Tony, on the other hand, regrets a lot of things.  

He regrets, that he became colder to his mother during his teenager days, partly blaming her for his father mistakes, partly wanting to show them that ‘Stark men are made of iron’ and that he doesn’t need emotions. He should have been telling her that he loved her every single day.  

He regrets, that he didn’t reel himself in after his parents’ death, that he trusted Obadiah and let his company turn into an illegal weapon seller. He should have closed that branch ages ago, turn his legacy into a green power like it is now and never, never allow it to become tainted with blood of the innocents.  

He regrets, that he can’t keep Spiderman safe when the kid flies through the city on his spiderweb, fighting petty crime and deserving churros. Initially, Tony wanted to wrap Peter in bubble wrap and keep him hidden in the workshop, but Y/N said that’s kind of illegal.

So, yes. Tony Stark doesn’t do ‘what ifs’, but Tony definitely does.  

Like right now.  

He is sitting in his workshop, surrounded with blue screens with complicated blueprints displayed on them, a screwdriver in his hand and a very sleepy super soldier in front of him. Ideas were buzzing in his head, begging to be unleashed and used in creating something magnificent. He smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of his cold coffee.  

- How would you like a mechanical saw hidden in your arm? Like in that movie Y/N made us watch last weekend? What was it... ‘Treasure Island’?

- Ugh, - groaned Bucky, tiredly rubbing his eyes. His body might be ready for an assignment at every hour of the day, thanks to torture and regime imposed on him by HYDRA, but his mind was lately rebelling, preferring sleep and rest to workouts and fatigue. - I believe it was called ‘Treasure Planet’.

- Right! Of course! - Tony exclaimed happily, rolling away on his chair. - A good movie, too. Highly innovative. Packed with ideas. Sooo, do you fancy being like this John Silver fella? You’d never be defenseless.

- I’m hardly ever defenseless.

- Humpf. Fine. But when something happens do not come here and complain. - Tony shoot him a smirk and then turned to the door. - Honey! You are awake!

- As are you, I see. - Y/N said, slightly amused. - Bucky, are you alright? I know you don’ like the early hours.

Bucky looked at her with appreciation and then, without a word, stood up and headed towards the door.  

- Where are you going, Bucky-bear? We aren’t finished yet!

- Yes, you are, Tony. You need sleep. Now. - Y/N said with in a firm voice. - You’ll play when you wake, I’m sure Buck will be thrilled to help you.  

Barnes snorted, but winked at Tony before leaving the room. Tony scoffed at his girlfriend, stood up and looked around his workshop. His eyes took in the mess this room was; coffee cups, spilled oil and bits of metal laying here and there. He also noticed little trinkets that littered the place; photos he took during the vacation in Paris last year, with Y/N smiling face and Bucky’s grumpy frown on them; the stupid knitted helmet Bucky made him (apparently, knitting was very relaxing for the fearsome, former Fist of HYDRA) and cards for the Father’s Day that Y/N painstakingly prepared for him with Dum-E, U and Jarvis.

Tony for a moment wondered, what would have happened if Y/N didn’t one day barge into his life, show him the lies he was surrounded with (along with making him help Barnes and forgiving him) and then making out of all those broken, lonely people a family ready to defend each other to death. 

He decided; he doesn’t want to know – there is no way he would ever regret this.