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It had been so simple, really.

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The scrawl on the inside of his wrist was messy this time. As if written in a dazed hurry.

‘You’re here. You’re here. You’re alive. You’re finally here…’

And on it went.

Over and over again.

The words disappeared and reappeared.

The elegant slope of each letter almost mesmerizing, even in this obvious state of distress the writer was in.

Alas: nothing ever went according to plan in his life.

There was a flicker of something in the reader’s mind. Something that had been eerily dormant until then. Something he hadn’t known was missing.

He was so screwed.

The Boy-Who-Lived clenched his fist and clutched the special time turner around his neck protectively.

This didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t have a soulmate.

But the hopeful scrawl on his arm seemed to mock him happily and clearly suggested otherwise.

What really confused him, though, was that the black calligraphy looked so… familiar.

Familiar because it brought back memories of pipes and obliviate and-

“Ah, Harry Potter, I assume?”

Said boy’s head whipped around to take in Dumbledore, who stood at the office’s entrance with a warm smile on his face.

And a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

- Tomarry [Time Travel + Soulmate AU]


“The crimson bird took in the sight of his blackened, frostbitten body and cried. He heard its musical lament and saw the sorrow in the depth of its obsidian eyes for the loss of its master, a loss that it would carry for the rest of its immortal life, and for the first time the Dark Lord understood empathy. He would grant it mercy. 

They say it is a great sin, to slay a unicorn. They say it is an atrocity, to kill something so pure, so innocent… That to drink its blood will save you from the brink of death, but that the moment the liquid touches your lips, you will live a half-life…a cursed life…They say nothing of what it means to kill a phoenix.

To take the life of the eternal. No one has ever accomplished such an impossible feat, would even think to try. But the ability of Lord Voldemort knows no bounds, bows to no laws, conforms to no boundaries… He drank its tears and drained it of its blood. He consumed its heart. …Such power. Such ancient, pure magic. It ignited in him. It was the healing fire. It brought his frozen limbs back to life in a burning, scorching pyre.”  Hauntingly

These Are The Hands of Fate | Chapter 3
  • This chapter covers May 1 and May 2, 2016. Location: NYC
  • 5600 words
  • Please read chapter 1 and chapter 2 first.. to put this in the right context
  • This chapter is not tavyin, although it fits with their story, but I would consider it (early) Hiddleswift
  • Please feel free to send me feedback even if it’s constructive criticism.
  • Thanks and enjoy :)


“Tom. Tom Hiddleston! Yes, of course, so glad to finally meet you,” Taylor says as she reaches for the wine that he’s offered to her.  Her eyes roam his suit, which is a dark maroon in color, and very different. Taylor admires the uniqueness of it.

“The pleasure is all mine, Taylor,” he says earnestly before turning towards Anna. “Fancy a glass?” he asks the hostess, raising the other glass of fine Italian Chardonnay towards the sixty-six year old editor-in-chief of Vogue.

A smile curls up around the edges of Anna’s mouth. “No, thank you, dear. Enjoy it here with Taylor,” she insists.  “Please do excuse me a moment, while I check in with the kitchen,” Anna pats Taylor on the shoulder before she heads towards the back of the Greenwich Village townhouse.

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TITLE: I don’t know


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: fluff / romance / 

FIC SUMMARY: OC is excited about a book festival.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: A short one shot for today. I’m pretty tired from waking up at 6 am for my 8am class. I hope it’s cute enough for everyone. Tell me what you think!

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