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It gets pretty tense having an angel, a demon, and a cockblock third-wheeling baby brother shoved together in the Bunker all of the time! Why not ask some questions!

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Why do this!! Why!? *sniff* *sniff* I'm sorry...I just really liked their love.../.\ (translation: I loved your fic but it was soo sad :C ) -"You're life has more worth than mine"

I'm sorry but I'm not the one who wrote it! They just submitted it.

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Your Life Has More Worth Than Mine

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Word Count: 1983

Readers Gender: Female

Warnings: None :)

Sorry, this is REALLY long. I read the rules and stuff and it said not too long, so if this is then you don't have to post it or whatever you would do :). Also, I saw there was one that was already based off of "Imagine sacrificing your life to save Legolas" so if you don't want to post it, then you don't have too.

One last thing, if you could give the credit to my personal blog that would be great!  -Anna

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“All right, (Y/N), now stay very close to me and try not to wonder off,” your father said pulling you a little bit closer to him. “See that? That is Rivendell, the outpost of the Elves. Isn’t it beautiful?” He pulled you behind a small bush to make sure that the Elves didn’t see you, for they did not act kindly to trespassers.

“Very beautiful daddy. Do you think we can go inside right now?” you asked curiously.

“Maybe, but not right now, sweetheart, we have to be home in time for supper!” your father exclaimed.

“Well, maybe another time then, right?”

“Of course, now lets get home so mommy won’t be worried about us, all right?” you father said lifting you off your feet and putting you on top of his shoulders. You giggled and held onto the top of his head for support as he strolled down to your village, already smelling the amazing food that your mother was preparing.

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You were probably about seven when your father first brought you to Rivendell. After that, you would visit it whenever you could, with or without your father. And it eventually became a habit.

One day, when you were seventeen, you snuck out of the house because your parents had been fighting. Now they weren’t just fighting about the usual ‘it’s your turn to take all the dirty dishes out to the water hole and clean them’ or ‘why were you out late last night?’ It was worse, you had no idea what they were actually fighting about, but it was an intense dispute. They were throwing glass at the walls of your small home, yelling curses at each other, stomping around, and your father even threatened to leave.

You ran to the familiar bush that you had visited everyday sat down in the dirt, not worrying if it would ruin your pants. You let the first few tears flow freely, trying not to make much of a sound, but failing after a few moments. You pulled your knees to your chest and put your face into your knees. You slowly let the slow sobs turn into violent cries.

“Are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice said. You were startled by it and instantly grabbed your bow and pulled an arrow out of your quiver, aiming where the voice had come from. The unfamiliar person put their hands up in surrender but you didn’t put your bow down, not knowing if he was a trustable individual or not.

“Who are you?” you asked sternly, wiping the few tears that were still on your cheek with your shoulder.  

“I am Legolas, prince of the Woodland Realm. And you are?”

“I am (Y/N), um, of the Village of the Edains.” You replied confidently.

“What are you doing out here? You could be in Rivendell, after all, you were the group that helped us fight against Morgorth in Beleriand!”

“I ran from home, I have not been able to find the trail back to the village,” you said pretending you were lost.

“If you are lost, then I am more than happy to lend you a place to stay here in Rivendell. It is the least I could do for a beautiful young lady like yourself,” Legolas offered, giving you a warm and friendly smile. You didn’t want to trust him right away, but his expression seemed genuine and you didn’t suspect in any way that he was lying, so you returned the smile and gladly took his offer, not worrying what your parents would think. You’re already almost 18; it might be good for you to live away from them.

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It had been quite a few years since you started to stay in Rivendell, and it wasn’t really all that bad. You expected to be friendly to you and accept you as one of them because you were an Edain. But, you weren’t hated, just ignored or avoided, nothing special. Basically, no one ever really took the time to get to know you, so you only had Legolas and Thranduil to be with. They both accepted you because they wanted to help a lost soul who had nowhere else to go. So, naturally, you became attached to them.

“(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you for almost two days! You usually visit me everyday, what had happened?” Thranduil asked as you came closer to him.

“I’m sorry for not coming yesterday, my king, I was just viewing the immense beauty of Bruinen, it is a spectacular gorge,” you replied with a slight bow of your head and curtsey.

“How many times have I told you, just call me father, (Y/N)! I have always felt you as a daughter to me and that will only be true if you call me father!” Thranduil exclaimed, smiling from pointed ear to pointed ear.

“Of course, my apologies, as you already know, I am a very forgetful person,” you responded.

“Nonsense, please come, tell me more stories about your old life. I know I ask almost everyday, but it just fascinates me deeply,” Thranduil said inviting you to sit next to his throne.

“Well, I do recall that when I was a young girl, I got my very first bow. It was a tradition in my village that all the boys and girls got bows when they came of age so they could start to learn defense, for our village would be raided by orcs and wolves many times. So, my father put it in this beautiful hand crafted wooden box that he had made especially for this occasion. I remember opening it and wanting to test it out immediately. I failed miserably the first few times I tried, but I eventually got into the rhythm of the art and got better each day,” you began. You told him about how you would hunt for the family and always practiced with a target painted on a tree that had been in the village for centuries. As you were finishing up the story, Legolas came running up to the throne.

“Father! (Y/N)! I was looking for you,” he said coming to join you.

“(Y/N) was just telling me the story of the time she got her first bow, how glorious it must’ve been,” Thranduil explained, smiling even brighter than ever. I always seemed to put a smile on his face with my stories, even though they were just stories of your childhood.

Legolas looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and precise thing in Middle Earth, which made your heart melt.

“My, my, you two would make the perfect married couple,” Thranduil commented. He must’ve noticed how the both of you look at ach other. You both started to blush, turning a bright pink.

“When will the two of you become betrothed?” he asked. “I know Legolas has been waiting a long time now, he is becoming restless.”

“Father!” Legolas scolded.

“What? I know (Y/N) would like it as much as you!” Thranduil exclaimed. Your face began an even darker pink as he read your exact thoughts. When you and Legolas looked at each other, a solider ran up to the throne, bowing before he started.

“My king, orcs, have invaded Rivendell,” he said. All three of you eyes bulged out of our heads, well not literally. Legolas quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the ground. He brought you down the stairs and to where both of your weapons were stashed. He opened the heavy door to the room and you both grabbed your quiver and bows.

“Here, take this just in case,” Legolas said, handing you a long sword that was just your size. He also handed you some armor and helped you place them onto your body. He placed some on his self before grabbing your hand once again and guiding you to where the orcs had came in.

Rivendell was a mess. Every Elf there was fighting and it was pure chaos. No one had ever expected orcs to invade so it wasn’t like everyone had their armor and weapons handy.

“Over here!” Legolas said, guiding you to where you would begin to battle. You had been trained by Thranduil and Legolas to use the elvish weapons and had become quite good and were quite confident in your level of performance.

You started to slay Orcs left and right while staying close to Legolas.

You would switch from sword to bow every once in a while, but mainly relying on your bow. Orc after Orc after Orc died right in front of you, but there was one that Legolas was struggling with, so you decided to help. You ran over to Orc and slashed your sword at its leg, making a large cut mark. It yelled in pain, but still fought on. You and Legolas dodged all of his swings and shot your arrows all over his body, but the big boy didn’t give up.

Suddenly an Orc came up behind Legolas, but he was unaware, so you took action. The Orc was about to swing his sword right through Legolas’ head, but you ran behind him and took the hit. You screamed as the sword slashed right through your armor and into your stomach, piercing through your skin.

Legolas finished off the large Orc and heard your scream. He whipped his head and saw you lying on the ground, clutching onto your stomach.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Legolas scream from over the mess. He bent down to you and swiftly picked you up, rushing out of the mess.

~ “(Y/N), please stay with me, come on,” Legolas said holding onto your hand. Elves could take more hits than men and their wounds heal faster. Lucky for you, you weren’t an Elf. He tried everything on you, spells, potions, enchantments, but nothing worked. You just accepted the fact that you were going to die.

“(Y/N), listen to me, you are going to get out of here alive, you hear me? I am going to do everything in my power to make sure,” he said starting to break down into gentle sobs.

“Hey, hey, babe, don’t worry about me, it’s just my time,” you started, placing your hand on Legolas’ warm cheek.

“No, no, no don’t you dare say that (Y/N), you can’t,” he said placing his hand on top of yours.

“Hey can you do me a favor?” you asked Legolas.

“Whatever you want.”

“Just hold me closer, it’s really cold in here,” you said. He nodded and pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were fully pressed against each other. The warmth of his body sent chills down your spine. He kissed your cheek and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much,” Legolas confessed.

“I love you too.” Legolas slowly pulled you away from his body just enough so your faces were centimeters away from each other’s. He inched his face closer to yours until the gap was filled. His soft, warm lips collided with yours and it felt like you were on Cloud Nine. You kissed back with all the energy that you had left in you, as there was barely any left.

The world around you slowly started to fade away and light surrounded you. Your lips left Legolas’ and it started to rain. Either that was rain or it was Legolas’ tears.

You slowly felt yourself being lifted from all the pain that you had been enduring.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Legolas say. You couldn’t see him anymore because your vision had completely diminished, but you could still feel his soft touching and warming voice. He entangled his hand into yours, squeezing it tightly. “I love you, (Y/N), so much.”

You smiled as you slowly drifted into a sleep that you would never awaken. 

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A rose by the name of Daryl (Imagine Daryl giving you a rose after you lost someone)

http://mypureinsanity.tumblr.com/post/72348565983/one-shot-imagine-daryl-dixon-bringing-you-a-rose-after

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Word Count: 983

Warnings: TBD (To be determined) 

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Supernatural one shot

Based on this imagine: http://fandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/70803907346/submitted-by-anon-tt

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 1262

Readers Gender: Female, first person.

Warnings: None, I suppose.

I lock myself in the bathroom the moment we step into the musky smelling hotel room.  There are two reasons for this. One being checking out the damage done to my face. The second being complete and utter embarrassment. I can hear Dean saying my name, followed by some rattling on the doorknob.

                "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. Could've happened to anybody. Just, come out. I'll smear something on that bruise and we'll forget about the whole thing, okay?"

 I don't even bother answering him. He knows as well as I that I won't be coming out anytime soon. A deep sigh can be heard from the other side and I hear Dean muttering to himself, which brings a light smile to my face. A smile which disappears the moment I look in the mirror. A nasty bruise is starting to form on my cheek, a small cut in the middle. I already know that by the time it finished forming, it will be a dark purple. I lightly touch it and wince a little. This is just great. I hear some more rattling at the door.

                "Okay, fine. Don't come out then. Sam is going to get us some food.  I was thinking about burgers, how about you?"

                "Yeah, burgers sound fine. No cheese, no onions, you know the drill." In all honesty, I really do not feel like eating anything. But I know that he won't give me a moments rest if I ignore him, so I just give in to the food. I hear both Sam and Dean whispering to each other and I know they're talking about me. No whispers needed otherwise. I shake my head and stare at the mirror once more, contemplating the events earlier that day.

  It was stupid, I was caught off guard. And the vampire we were hunting, took full advantage of that.  It was supposed to be a fairly easy job. Go into the caverns, seek out the vampire, kill the son of a bitch. We split up, meaning Sam went off on his own and Dean stayed with me, seeing how they feel I need a babysitter.  Which, apparently, I do. Dean only turned his back on me for one minute to examine another passage when it happened. I thought I was on my guard, turns out I wasn't. The shadows behind me, or more so a small passage we hadn't seen, was right behind me. And that's where he appeared. I heard the movement a fraction of a second too late, twisting around just as he reached out to me. My ponytail was my doom, without it I wouldn't have had a problem. He grabbed hold of it, pulling me towards him by my hair, which resulted in me smashing face first against the wall. After that he pulled me back towards him, fully intent on ending my life. Without Dean, I would've been dead. Because of my stupid hair.

  Before I have time to register what I'm doing, it has already been done. The blade I always have tucked away in my boot is in my right hand, my ponytail in my left. I cut it off. One quick motion, no time to register the shock of this major decision. I stare at myself in horror, then stare at the knife, then stare at myself again. My hair is now just above my shoulders. It strangely resembles Sam's now. Which is kind of ironic, seeing how we share the same name. I drop the knife in the sink, which causes a loud 'cling'. A cling I'm sure can be heard in rest of the hotel room.  I can hear Dean getting up, banging on the door.  Loud clings are usually not a good sign.

                "What's going on in there? Are you alright? Open the door."

                "I.. I'm alright. Nothing, nothing's going on Dean. I'm fine."

                "Yeah sure. If you don't open the door right now, I'll have to bust it open myself. You know that, right?"

I momentarily panic, my voice high-pitched and squeaky.

                "No! Don't! I-I'll come out! Just give me a second."  I look at the mirror again, there's no way of fixing this. No way to even make it look semi-presentable. I sigh.

                "You've got 10 seconds." Oh great.

                "Nine," I run my fingers through my hair.

                "Eight," It only makes it worse.

                "Seven,"  I quickly brush it forward.

                "Six," Makes it look somewhat better.

                "Five,"  I quickly cut off one long strand which had been left behind.

                "Four," I put the knife back down and turn towards the door.

                "Three," My hand grabs the handle.

                "Two," I unlock it.

                "One," I open the door, right before Dean can take it upon himself to unhinge the thing.

  He just stares at me in utter disbelief.  His mouth opens and closes a few times, his face shocked.

                "Oh.. You.. Ehm.. Wow. Just.. Wow.."  I quickly look towards the ground.

                "Yeah.. surprise?"

                "You can say that again. It looks.. Ehm.. Nice?"

                "You can say it looks horrible, I know it does." I try really hard to keep my voice calm, which isn't working for me at all. The fact that he just keeps staring at me, completely speechless, isn't helping either. So, I do what I always do in situations like this. I ramble.

                "I wasn't thinking. I was just upset and my stupid hair was the cause of all this. If I wouldn't have had my hair that long, the vampire wouldn't have grabbed it and all would've been fine! You wouldn't have had to save my ass, nor worry about me. So I made rash decision of cutting it all off and now it looks horrible! But at least it'll make hunting more convenient, so that's a positive. My hair will never screw anything up again. I'll go and get it properly cut so it looks better and the-," my chatter is stopped by Dean clasping his hand around my mouth.

                "You are so cute when you ramble," his voice sound mocking. I narrow my eyes at him. He just chuckles in return.

                "Lets get things straight. First, If you wouldn't have had the ponytail, he would've just gone for your arm. Your hair wasn't to blame. We were just a bit careless. It happens. We are both to blame for not checking every inch of that cave before I turned my back on you. Second, short hair really doesn't suit you." He removes his hand from my mouth and I let out a big sigh.

                "But-,"

                "No buts. Okay? Stop blaming yourself and your hair, for that matter. Hell, I know I've made worse and more embarrassing mistakes in the past. Nothing to be ashamed for."  I nod slightly.

                "Okay. Care to tell me about those embarrassing mistakes?" A slight smile creeps on my face. He just chuckles.

                "No way in hell you'll ever get to know about those." He grins. "And can you do me a favour?"

                "It depends on the favour." He places his hand underneath my chin and lifts my face, so my gaze meets  his.

                "Let your hair grow out again. I really liked your longer hair." All I do is stare at him and nod slightly, a blush creeping upon my cheeks.

                "Like I said, cute." He grins and lets go of my chin. I simply roll my eyes.

                "You can be a bastard sometimes, did you know that?"

                "Well, that's kind of my job."

I shake my head and laugh.

                "Yeah, alright, you win."

                "I always do."

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Fandom: The Hobbit/ Kili

Word count: 382

Readers gender: Female

Warnings: None

Submitter wants to remain anonymous

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I know you’re still on hiatus but I had prompt requested from this blog so I thought it will be best if I still submit and let you know that I used your idea. -Raven.

Sorry It has taken so long! I are still closed for imagines, but I am going to post all the one shots now!

~ L

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Oneshot

Imagine: xxx

This can also be found on my wattpad LexiWinchester

"You coming or what?"

"Wha- With You? To OZ?"

"Yeah, you said you were looking for adventure; well here it is Red. Come help me find my damn dog."

"You have no idea what's in OZ. I-I mean there's flying monkeys, armies of witches, there's all kinds of danger."

"Promise?" 

"If you need anything just, uhh, tap your heels together three times, okay?"

"Me? What about you crazy kids? You gonna be all right without me? Take care of yourselves boys."

"Y/N?" Charlie tnnrs to you, standing next to the portal to Oz.

You smile sadly and say, "Go, you always wanted a quest."

"But,"

"Charlie, I'm a hunter, this here's what I do. You, you need something to believe in, something a lot happier than hunting. I think this is it."

"I'm gonna miss you so much."

"You're not the only one."

You could feel the boys' eyes on you. You'd always been close to Charlie, they just never knew to what extent. Charlie was quiet for a moment. "I love you."

"I know." You grinned.

"We should probably see other people."

"Yeah, I hear being in diffrent worlds can put a damper on a relationship."

You stepped forward and hugged her. She tillted her head up and kissed you one last time. Dorothy looked slightly confused and the boys looked shocked. "Well, bye bitches." 

Your eyes were stuck on Charlie's frame until the doors close. You turn to leave but are stopped by Dean. "Y/N?"

"I'll be fine Dean. Charlie always need a quest, something she could believe in. I'm glad she found it."

"Y/N. If we'd had know..."

"You'd have done what, Sam?" You wheeled around, raising your voice. "Charlie might miss me, but I know she'll be happy. She'll have what she's dreamed off her entire life!"

The boys let you blow off steam for a while and were quiet when you finally came out of your room. Dean held up a bag. "Ice cream and superhero movies?"

You nod. You and the boys spend the night eating ice cream and watching your favorite Marvel movies. You'll always miss Charlie, but what you said is true, you know she's happy.

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Hello, um I haven't visited this blog since the hiatus and I've missed you!! Haha, but anyways, you've probably been asked this a million times, but are you making imagines again? Or are you totally done with that. Just wondering. :) PS, hope you have a fantastic day! (Feel free to ignore this ask if you have been asked this a million times bc I know how annoying that is)

i don't think the imagines are happening again for reasons i discussed, sorry :( 

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Thorns Remain When Roses Die (Doctor Who One Shot)

Link to Fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1539674

Word Count: 1,320

Characters: Canon- Eleventh Doctor, Tenth Doctor (Duplicate), Mentions of Rose Tyler, Mentions of Amy and Rory Pond

Warnings: Major Character Death, Season 4 and 7 spoilers, Angst

After the Ponds have gone and Eleven is alone, he returns to a time where he met someone who would forever be seared onto his hearts, no matter how many regenerations he went through. A strangely familiar face appears, bearing news that couldn't come at a worse time.

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Hi, just to say I'm a new imagines blog, I do imagines for any fandom :)

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Hello! I read that some people were asking for sherlock imagine blog, so just recently we made one, We thought that maybe you could promote us, but its okay if you don't. Tumblr is sherlockimagine, thanks :)

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Is there a sherlock imagine blog?

I couldn’t find one that does sherlock ones specifically, but here is a superwholock one that has a sherlock tag :) 

http://superwholock-imagines.tumblr.com

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another similar imagine blog is starting up, please check it out! imagine-all-the-things

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~ L

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Are you ever going to post again?

I want to post some of the one-shots that have been submitted when I can find some time! 

But as for the gif imagines, unfotunately I don't think so. They take too much time to make that I just don't have due to school and also due to the copyright and ownership of gifs.

Sorry to anybody that is disappointed, we really do value and are humbled by your support, it's just been difficult to keep up and I hope you all understand!

~ L

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Hey guys! I found a bog just like this one for everyone who misses it. the url is some-random-imagines

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~ L