Some quick thoughts about how the Grand Relics reflect everyone on the crew’s personality. A lot of these points have been touched on before, but I wanted to wrap everything up nice.
Davenport gets the Oculus, which is focused on Vision. If you can imagine it, you can make it real. Pretty great for a leader, and definitely good for the pragmatic captain we’ve gotten to know. You need to know exactly what you want, and if you can’t visualize it and understand it and execute it right, it will go horribly wrong. It’s the most laser precise of the relics, because you really need to have control of your own mind to use it. Of course Davenport loses his mind, loses his iron control of the situation, and the Oculus summons black holes. It’s leadership gone wrong and self control without the control.
Lup gets the Phoenix Fire Gauntlet, which is super dangerous short term but also fairly limited. It lights things of fire, and that’s it. It’s the least finessed of the Relics, and because of that it’s the most dangerous. It’s destroyed eight towns. It’s all power, none of the wherewithal and heart we see Lup demonstrate. She’s an evocation specialist, she’s the powerhouse of the group and because of that she has to know when to stop. The Gauntlet never stops, and hurts lots of people in the short term, but once it’s fired out it’s not quite as insidious as some of the other relics. It’s straightforward, and like Lup that’s both a strength and weakness.
If Lup is the flamethrower that can mess you up in the short term, Taako is more subtle but overall more destructive. The Philosopher’s Stone is willing to play nice, be used, and generally not act up, right up until it throws you a curve ball and nearly crystallizes the entire world. Taako is the master of the random, game changing play, and Stone mirrors that ability to mess up everything and amplifies it ten fold. It’s not the charmer, it’s sales pitch is the most blatant thing ever and it sounds like your weird uncle, but it will bide its time until it decides the time is right to just upend everything.
Nice, quiet Barry got the Animus Bell, which is nice and quiet and diligent and straight up murders people. It doesn’t make waves or look for trouble, the people who have owned it have kept it quiet and used it sensibly and thoroughly to awful, awful ends. Even Lucretia didn’t know what it did, which suggests that it’s the shyest of the relics. Barry is solid sort of guy. He does his best, death after death, body after body. He’s also a lich who invades people’s minds to get information. The Animus Bell is equally willing to drudge forward nicely and quietly, getting into dark magic and possessing people’s bodies.
Merle, of course, is their godly man. He likes nature and Pan and has more insecurities than you could shake a stick at. The Gaia Sash takes that need for faith in a higher power and desire for control and blows it up. Sloane was calling herself a god by the end of her time with it, but she was also desperate for anything to ease her mind, something to put her faith in. It’s the nature relic, technically, but you could just as easily call it the God Relic. It’s all about power and how you use it and what you need to stay sane, namely the belief in something more powerful than you.
It’s been discussed before how it’s weird that Magnus got time magic while Lucretia presumably got wards and protection, but it does make sense in a certain way. The best way to protect something is to make sure the bad thing never happened. I’m more interested in how the Chalice presents itself, namely that it really believes it’s a good person (relic) even while it does awful, awful things. Magnus is also someone who tries to be good, but often, thoughtlessly acts cruel. The Temporal Chalice plays the sweet tempered host, then in a fit of spite makes them watch all of Phandolin get destroyed and got Isaak to murder his best friend. Magnus will play the moral highground, and also bully people without meaning to. But while Magnus really tries to be good, the Chalice is all surface gentility with nothing underneath. It’s Rustic Hospitality, without the actual underlying Rustic Morality.
Author’s Note: It’s short and sweet. I believe one of the requests was for a previous game, but I didn’t
get to it in a timely manner and I wanted to make sure I got this one
out before too much time had passed. I also posted a Jordie Benn imagine
tonight. Max Domi is up tomorrow, and it might be my favorite imagine
Word Count: 1,403
Your eyes instinctively fell closed, your heart sinking into
your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, skimming the sea of
disappointed fans all around you; finally settling on Auston. Standing by the
bench, his hands were resting on the top of his stick, his bottom lip pulled
between his teeth as the Capitals celebrated at the other end of the ice.
You had managed to make it to all of his home games during
the playoffs; carefully planning your schedule and reworking your obligations
back home, making the 5-hour drive from Michigan each game. The two of you had
met when he was playing with the National Development Team and both of you
worked hard to maintain your relationship over the past few years, despite the
distance. For all the doubt there had been surrounding the Leafs at the
beginning of the season, you couldn’t be happier for Auston and how far the
Leafs had come, but it was still disappointing to see the boys lose.
You heard Ema sigh as her arm wrapped around your shoulders,
giving you a squeeze; the two of you sporting matching frowns. Your eyes
followed Auston as he made his way through the handshake line, then to center
ice as the team saluted the crowd, his shoulders slumped. You and Auston’s
family headed to the lower level of the arena to wait for him. Your phone buzzed
moments later, slipping it out of your pocket you saw a text from Auston.
Auston: I’ll meet you back at my place? More media stuff
to do than usual.
(Y/N): Okay. I love you.
Auston: Love you.
As you went to put your phone back in your pocket, you
noticed Ema was quickly typing a message out on hers. Glancing up at you, she
gave you a quick smile.
“I guess we’re all getting the same message?” she asked.
“We’re supposed to leave and he’ll talk to us later?
“Yep, that’s the same one I got.” you sighed, just wishing you
were able to give Auston a hug.
“Brian and I are taking the girls out for a late dinner. Do
you want to join us?” she asked.
“I appreciate the offer but would you mind just dropping me
off at Auston’s on your way?” you questioned. “I should be there when he gets
“Of course, sweetheart.”
The short drive to Auston’s from the ACC felt like an eternity.
You waved goodbye to his family, watching as the car drove away. Walking slowly
into the building, you thanked the doorman as he held the door, making your way
to the elevator, and stepping into Auston’s condo a few minutes later. You
changed into your pajamas and made a cup of tea before settling the love seat
on the balcony, overlooking the bright lights of the Toronto skyline, the cool spring
air felt nice on your skin.
You were lost in thought a while later when the glass door
slid open, Auston stepping out onto the balcony, having already changed out of
his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
“Hey.” he mumbled, forcing a quick smile on his face before
it fell, sliding the door closed behind him. “I was looking for you for like, 5
minutes. I thought my parents took you out to eat with them.” he said, walking
over to you, taking a seat beside you.
“They offered, but I wanted to be here when you got home.”
you said, setting your mug on the low table in front of you.
You leaned back, Auston crossing his arms in front of him
before resting his head against the wall, his eyelids fluttering shut. You sat
in silence for a few minutes, listening to Auston’s steady breathing. You knew
he was upset about the loss, and you didn’t want to pressure him to talk about
it. You scooted closer to him, his arm instantly draping around your shoulders,
you cuddled into his side, his arm pulling you closer.
“I’m sorry.” he breathed, finally opening his eyes, turning
his head to look down at you after a few moments. “I can’t believe you drove
hours to see… that.”
“Auston, you have nothing to be sorry for.” you said, your
hand resting on his chest. He looked down at you, unconvinced. “I would drive
that distance to see you lose every game of the season if it meant I got to
spend more time with you.”
A smiled tugged briefly at the corners of his mouth before
settling into a straight line. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said,
shaking his head sadly.
“I know this whole season has been hard on you, you’ve been
more stressed than I’ve ever seen you. Is there anything I can do to help?” you
asked earnestly, looking for any way to soothe your boyfriend’s worries.
“You being here is more than enough.” he said, pressing a
kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t want to lose, I’d give almost anything
to still be playing, but you know, I’m just exhausted. Just sitting here with
you and not having to think about opponents, systems, scoring…. It’s just what I
need.” he admitted.
“Do you want to talk about the game?” you prompted.
“No.” he said flatly. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week,
maybe never. Right now, there’s just so much shit going on in my head. I don’t
even know if I was making sense to the media.” he sighed. “And then tomorrow is
just another day of interviews where I’ll get to keep talking about it.” he
“Can I tell you one thing?”
“Sure.” Auston replied, reaching up to brush a strand of
hair off of your face.
“I’m so proud of you, Aus. You’ve been working so hard for
so long and I’m glad it’s paying off. I’m just so happy for you and I’m really
proud of you.” you said.
Auston smiled the first genuine smiled he had all night. You
tilted your head, your lips meeting his with a matching smile.
“Thank you for being here.”
“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” you said, running a
hand through his hair, pulling his lips back to yours.
“You mean that?” he questioned as he pulled back.
“Of course, I do.” He nodded, turning to lay on his back, resting
his head on your lap, his long legs draped over the armrest. Your fingers tangled
into his dark locks, massaging his scalp. He relaxed into your touch, looking
up at you through his long lashes. He studied your face, thinking. You raised
your eyebrow, but he gave you no hints as to what he was thinking.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Matthews?” you
laughed after a moment. He reached up, pulling one of your hands away from his
head, holding it in his own over his heart.
“I know you have a lot going on at home and I’ll be heading
back to Arizona in a few days. But… maybe next season you’d want to be here in
Toronto with me… permanently.” You saw insecurity in his eyes, unsure of what
your answer would be.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smiled, your
heart almost beating out of your chest.
“Yeah. I am. Then you wouldn’t have to spend so much time
driving. If you wanted, I’m sure you could get a work visa; you wouldn’t have
to if you didn’t want to though. I know it’s a lot to think about, but then you’d
be around after all my games. And I think you’ll find I’m a lot more fun after
wins. I just think—“ he babbled nervously.
You leaned down, your lips finding his to shut him up.
“That means you’ll think about it?” he asked when you leaned
back a few moments later.
“Yeah. I’ll think about it.” you agreed. “I already have an
answer, so make sure to give me a heads up if you change your mind.”
“I won’t.” he smiled. A shiver ran through him, goose bumps
rising on his skin. “It’s cold, babe. Can we go to bed?”
“Of course, babe.” you replied as Auston sat up. “You need
“And I need you to cuddle with me.” he said, a playful pout
spreading across his lips.
Request:Hey I absolutely love
your imagines, can you do one where Y/N is comforting Auston Matthews about the
most recent OT loss and just the overall stress of the playoffs. Like super
fluffy and cuddly pleasee
I THINK I MADE THE CUTOFF UNLESS IM TOTALLY OUT OF IT, if
that is the case go on with your wonderful selves and ignore this! But can I
request an Auston Matthews imagine where you live in the U.S. (Michigan maybe?)
And make it up to his last game of the playoffs and comfort him after?
(Also,sorry if this has been requested!)
Hi! Your page ist great! Do you maybe know any drarry fanfictions, where Draco is hurt and Harry takes care of him. And the word count is not important, fanfiction is fanfiction.😊
Aww thank you so much! <3
I hope you enjoy reading some of these fics below! The word ‘hurt’ is really broad so I just plopped in fics where Draco’s either mentally or physically hurt. Oh, and make sure to read any warnings/tags on some of these fics because the content in some of them isn’t for everyone.
Never Let Me Go - by Kedavranox (2k) When Draco is seriously injured on the job, Harry deals with the fallout. (So uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time! Harry being a professional Quidditch player is by far one of my favourite Harry’s. You see, Draco is an auror (and he’s partners with Ron!) but he get’s injured during a mission and is immediately taken to St. Mungos. Harry is distraught with worry for Draco and it was so very lovely. Note for established relationship, but that just makes the whole story even better!)
Waters of March - by geoviki (21k) Voldemort’s final victim resides with the other spell-damaged wizards in St. Mungo’s Hospital. Harry suffers survivor’s guilt and finds an unusual beta. Cream-colored knee-high leather boots make a brief appearance. (I loved watching the relationship between our two boys grow and evolve after each visit Harry makes to St. Mungos to visit Draco. The story itself was so sweet and gentle - a great read!)
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - by calrissian18 (4k) Draco has a new flatmate and Potter has ideas of his own. (Pining!Harry was such a dear in this fic. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this fic and I don’t want to spoil too much because this was honestly such charming story)
Somewhere Only We Know- by sophie_french (29k) Draco has been through hell and he just can’t take it anymore. It has to stop He has to go. He should have known someone would think differently. (Draco’s apparent misery and despair cut you right into the heart. This was such a mesmerising and delightful story and brimming with so many beautiful scenes)
Breakdown - by i_claudia (11k) The call came in late on a Monday night. Harry had been staring blankly at the dark telly when he heard a swift rap at his door followed by the noise of a key in the lock. He blinked, looking down in confusion at the take away curry in his lap, long since gone cold. (Draco has been a fugitive for 5 years and was arrested by sheer luck. Battered and bruised and in worse for shape, Draco doesn’t care about the meaning of life anymore. The only thing I wished was this story to continue on for a couple more words because I loved every single bit of it!)
No Quiet Find - by blithelybonny (10k) War makes a man tired…some more than most. Draco needs rest. (Gahh the characterisations and storyline of this fic were absolutely perfect! A new war has broken out amongst the Wizarding world, and this time Draco has chosen to fight on Harry’s side. It’s such an amazing and original story, you’ll love it!)
If Memory Serves - by dicta_contrion (30k) Maybe Draco wants to forget. Maybe it’s wrong to make him remember. (A guilty pleasure of mine is reading memory loss stories. In this story, Draco is a cursebreaker, however, one day he’s hit by a curse which makes him forget all about the relationship he has with Harry. But the thing is, Draco’s happy that he’s losing his memories and wants to start afresh, wants to have the relationship with Harry he thought he always wanted. It was very unnerving, just watching Draco being stripped away into a man he wasn’t, but I loved it so much!)
A Dream of Running Water- by Lomonaaeren (35k) Driven nearly mad by his bitterness against the Dark Lord, Draco becomes a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. The device they sneak him to aid in his reports has unpredictable side-effects—like allowing Draco to dream of a landscape with a river running through it. That would be soothing, if Potter wasn’t there. (Draco is tortured by the hands of Voldemort. Quite a dark fic, but it’s still got a magnificent plot and characterisations!)
Sleeping Dragon - by Omi_Ohmy (20k) When Draco loses his memory, Harry struggles to recognise the man he loves. As they get to know each other again, can Harry overcome his sense of loss? And will Draco ever remember that he loves Harry? (Amnesia fics are always a pleasure to read. Amnesia!Draco was involved in an accident and now he has no memory of the past 10 years, including being married to Harry. It’s honestly such a lovely story!)
Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) - by Iwao & Sophie_French (114k) Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself. (This fic will take your heart and tear it up into a million tiny, little pieces! It’s another story where Draco has amnesia, and it’s so devastating. But reading the story is totally worth the heart-ache you’ll feel)
Blind Faith - by SunseticMonster (21k) Don’t think of it as losing your sight. Think of it as gaining an Animagus who never quite learned the meaning of the word ‘boundaries’. (This story can never get enough hearts <333 Draco has been temporarily blinded from an attack in Diagon Alley. It’s now up to a friendly dog *cough*Harry*cough* to help guide him and investigate into the attack)
Crisis Intervention - by digthewriter (2k) Aurors are required to discuss their case with a specialist when something goes awry. Harry was supposed to talk about his mission, yet he can’t stop talking about Malfoy. (Harry goes to routine counselling for checkups after every auror mission. However, this time he can’t stop talking about Malfoy. Harry is obviously in love (and obsessed) with Draco in this fic)