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Offbeat (Part Four) - Auston Matthews

A/N: Here you go! Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!! :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, Zach Hyman, Mitch Marner, and Kasperi Kapanen)

Words: 4,402

Warnings: Language

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

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Poe buys Finn soap.

When asked, he says: “I was thinking of buying it for Rey, but she likes the sonic better than the water shower, and I know you like baths a whole lot more than she does.”

Finn does like baths. The First Order had rooms with flat showerheads that ran for two minutes at a time, just long enough for the muscles in his back to start to uncoil under the pressure before they abruptly shut off. Water in plenty has been an exciting luxury, which almost makes up for the corroding smell and taste and touch of everything else. The First Order valued cleanliness and straight lines and antiseptic, while on D’Qar everything is slightly tilted just enough to look wrong, and there’s a stickiness to the walls that holds dust and the finger-marks of a thousand species.

Finn doesn’t take baths often; the concept of waste has been drilled into his head too often for too long that using that much water at once still makes him uncomfortable, but the Resistance base is settled on a planet made up of vast clearwater lakes, so he likes to think that maybe a bath or two every couple of cycles won’t do much harm. He doesn’t miss the First Order at all, even when the Otherness of this place raises the hair on the back of his neck and suspicious glares sink deep into his bones, but he likes being busy and he likes achieving things, so in between quietly recalculating their resources under the watchful eye of General Organa and learning how to see the Universe with his eyes tightly shut, he has baths.

The soap itself comes in several small, round balls, flecked with tiny spots of colour like the blossoming petals of a flower. They smell sweet, but hold their shape firmly in Finn’s hand, and when he rolls them between his fingers they leave a fine trail of sparkling dust. It takes him a good week, but he finally catches an R&R day, so he runs a bath in Poe’s small bunk, and drops one of the fragrant spheres into the water, and watches at it dissolves, frothing pink foam and filling the air with a delicious perfume.

Yes, Finn thinks to himself quietly, Rey would definitely hate this.

((i’m gettin there @peradii . i’m gettin there))

Courting Gestures [Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: Courting Gestures
Pairing: Prince Sidon x Reader [you]
Summary: Sidon has fallen in love with you and only desires a way to express that to you.

A/N: whaddup. been a while. i’ve been in a writing rut and stuck in the endless loop of lows from my depression and stuff, but i’m hoping i’ll get out of it soon.

i hope this is cute and fluffy and will make you happy. lemme know your thoughts and don’t forget to check out my other sidon fics if you haven’t already!


Mipha once exclaimed her love of Hylian courting gestures, often fixing her gaze elsewhere once under the inquisitive gaze of her younger brother. He observed how her eyelids fell heavy, her smile becoming but a taut, forced line. Soon enough, she had her back towards him, now fixated upon the vastness of the lake and the glittering jewels at its surface.

Her voice came moments later, mellifluous and calming, “Sidon, whomever your heart is drawn to, please give them a bouquet. It’s a beautiful gesture.”

Sidon turned his eyes up towards her and blinked.

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Dream a Little Dream with Me

Summary: Anxiety just wanted some company on a lonely night but Princey always had to be so extra.

Pairings: Prinxiety (established polysanders mention)

Warnings: Couple handfuls of fluff with a healthy dash of angst, some swearing. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Word Count: 5438 (lol this was supposed to be a drabble)

A/N: Oooookay. I wrote this forever ago, before Accepting Anxiety came out, and I’m not super happy with it tbh. I feel like Anx is a bit ooc, but I mean hopefully you’ll still like it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It’s Quiet Uptown (Jacob Portman x reader)

Anonymous said: hey!! i love your work so much! i was wondering if you could write an imagine based on jake and y/n. they get into a fight and jake says something really rude and then realizes it was stupid and it’s all cute and fluffy later? sorry this is so long and confusing!! stay peculiar!

Hey! I hope you like this! The ending is based on a song from Hamilton: the Musical, hence the title It’s Quiet Uptown. I honestly had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it! x

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When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages who dwell in the five temples. One in a deep forest…One on a high mountain…One under a vast lake…One within the house of the dead…One inside a goddess of the sand…Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world…

I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge at all of the lives that I never have led. There’s one where I stayed with you across the sea. I wonder do you still think of me? - The Ocean, by The Bravery

Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa
One of the driest regions on Earth, the Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa (23.0N, 15.0E) lies adjacent to the Atlantic coast but the upwelling oceanic water causes a very stable rainless atmosphere. The few local inland rivers do not reach the sea but instead, appear as long indentations where they penetrate the dune fields and end as small dry lakes. The vast dune fields are the result of sands deposited over millions of years by the stream flow.

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Beach Days

As always, available on AO3 here

The bright sun felt liberating on El’s ever-tanning skin. Arms outstretched behind her on the beach towel, she tilted her head back, letting the light warm her face. Wind blew subtly across the lake, the breeze, welcoming, ruffled her now curly hair.

The first time the gang came to the lake, Jonathan driving with Will, Lucas, and Dustin, as Steve, Nancy, Mike, and El followed, El had been petrified of being too near the water. Mike had warned her ahead of time about just how big the lake would seem, checking in with her almost religiously about it for days up to the trip, and did his best to explain everything so there wouldn’t be any surprises. And he assured her many, many times that she didn’t have to go in if she didn’t want to.

El was silently grateful for that last bit being repeated. She didn’t want to disappoint any of her friends because of how highly they spoke of the beach, but the three other boys assured her that they understood her hesitation as well.

When they had pulled up the day after school got out, the boys happily scooted out of Jonathan’s car so quickly they almost forgot to grab their towels. Subsequently, they also didn’t help unload the umbrella, coolers, or toys, which was somewhat expected.

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Sweet Surprises

Originally posted by madpotterheaduntiltheveryend

Request: could you do an Oliver imagine? Like where you think he doesn’t want to be with you anymore because he’s always spending time with other people but in actuality he’s planning a bomb ass one year anniversary present? thanks xx 

Word Count: 1920

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this request! Oliver would be such a sweetheart. I hope that Anon really likes what I did here, and just so everyone knows my requests are always open! Also as always tagging the amazing @notgreengrass for being the most amazing editor ever! I love you xo

Y/N’s week seemed to be strange, yet only she had noticed. Her best friend and boyfriend barely spoke to her all week long, both seemed to be too busy to spend anytime with her, and they both were constantly making excuses to not hang out with her. Y/N even caught the two hanging out alone together huddled in a corner whispering to each other. She shoved the thought away just as her cheeks began to slightly turn red. She knew her boyfriend would never cheat on her, and she knew her best friend would never betray her.

“Today will be different!” Y/N tried to convince herself as she sighed while studying herself in her dorm mirror. It has to be different, right? Today was a very special day for the couple, and she knew Oliver wouldn’t ignore her today. It was one of the biggest milestones in a young couples’ life— the one year anniversary. It had been one year since Oliver asked for her to be his underneath the stars by the vast, glimmering lake. She spun around happily at the thought of the romantic night they had shared together.

She wore a casual but cute outfit: a pair of skinny jeans, a sweater, a beanie, and boots her friend had given her as a gift a few months ago. She applied her makeup in a subtle style to be sure she wasn’t overdoing anything. She was ready for the day in Hogsmeade and was sure Oliver was already waiting by the entrance to the y/h common room to walk with her there.

She descended down the stairs excitedly and headed towards the door that lead out to the hallway. Once there, she swung the door open with a splitting grin on her face ready to greet the boy, but once the door was open, her vivid smile broke into an empty expression and the lights in her eyes dimmed. She frowned instantaneously and looked all around, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

Today?’ she thought. Sadness overcame her and a cold chill sprung on her back. She could feel a tear threatening to escape her glassy orbs.

“He really didn’t show up today either? How could he?”

She slammed the door back as she furiously stormed off towards the entrance to the school.  She was now hopelessly expecting him to be waiting for her at the front of the castle. She turned the corner that only revealed Filch checking the students out for Hogsmeade, but still no Oliver. Where is he?

Just then she saw her best friend, Y/F/N, walking out of the Great Hall with a skip in her step as she walked down the hall in the direction of the library. Without even thinking twice, Y/N followed her all the while making sure not to be seen. As she neared the library, she noticed Oliver by the doors leaning against the wall. Y/F/N walked straight up to Oliver and handed him some contents from inside her bag. Just then, Oliver plastered a smile on his face and hugged Y/F/N quickly. Y/n turned around and started to trudge back the way she came.

She felt furious and sad at the same time. Her worst fear seemed to be true. Oliver and Y/F/N were seeing each other behind her back and she couldn’t begin to describe what she was feelings and the thoughts running through her head were spinning and spinning until she felt dizzy. Tears threatened to leave your eyes and flood her now pale cheeks. You needed something to support you as you walked so you limped towards a wall and smacked your hands on it as if she needed it to keep her alive.

However, once she got closer to the entrance, Alicia Spinnet walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder before asking, “Oh, Y/N! Are you alright?” She shook her head slowly before finally speaking up past her tears.

“Um, not r-really,“ Y/N was repeatedly sniffling throughout the conversation. ” I don’t mean to spread a-any rumors or anything, but, Oliver and Y/F/N are seeing each other behind my back. Oliver must’ve forgot t-today was our anniversary, and I just want to go and sleep for the rest of my life. So, Alicia, if you’ll excuse me….” She tried to brush past the Gryffindor girl, but this time Angelina stepped in front of Y/N forcefully. Upon her face was a puzzled look.

“Y/N, why don’t you come to Hogsmeade with us?” Alicia turned around to gesture to Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson before continuing her statement, “We can all have a good day together to get your mind off of everything!“ She smiled sweetly as if her lips were made from candy before grabbing her hand and pulling Y/N out the door and down the path to Hogsmeade.

“I can’t thank you all enough again for making me leave today. It really was a great day despite the… earlier events of the day.” Y/N smiled and popped another crystallized pineapple in her mouth. The day really was great; the four girls spent the whole day together, and it really helped Y/N’s overall mood. She still thought of her boyfriend, but the girls assured her that she should just confront him. 

“Anytime, Y/N. Hey, before we all say depart, can you girls walk with me to get something I left in the Divination room?” Angelina asked as they ascended on the moving stairs. However, Y/N noticed that they were going the wrong way to the Divination room.

“Hey guys, I think we’re going the wrong way?” Y/n stopped in her tracks to point back in the direction they just came from. They were currently on the fifth floor walking towards where the Room of Requirement was located.

“Oh, no this is the right way. There’s a shortcut that George showed me earlier this week!” Angelina stated as they began to circle the wall that held the Room of Requirement. 

“Well, that’s great, but then why are we just walking around in circles around the Room of Requirement?” Y/n asked just as the door revealed itself.

“Come on, just— you’ll see.” Katie Bell giggled as she pushed open the door to reveal a room full of fairy-lights that had a soft pink hue to it, a beautiful metal table that sat in the center of the room which held two full plates of food, and soft orchestrated music playing from a record in the corner of the room. A large painting of the Eiffel tower took up the whole back wall, and there Oliver stood right in front of her with his hands outstretched with a small package in his calloused fingers.

“It took you long enough to get here,” he teased while looking right into her glowing Y/E/C eyes. He reached forward and took her hand in his, leading her towards the center of the room directly under the lights.

“Have fun Y/n!” The girls shouted as the door began to close, leaving the couple all alone in the cozy room.

“What is all this? A way to make up to me? I know that you are seeing y/f/n behind my back, Oliver!” Y/n softly yelled as she tried to release her hand from his grasp.

“Is that what you thought was going on? Honestly darling, I thought you knew me better than that. Y/N,” his fingers grazed down her cheek, “she was helping me plan all of this for you. I wanted to give you the best anniversary present because you deserve nothing but the absolute best.” Y/n’s face contorted in confusion as she spun around to really get a look at the place. It was decorated almost as if she was…

“France. Paris, to be exact. I know how much you’ve always wanted to go there so I thought that maybe I’d take you there, or as close as I can get.” Oliver walked up behind her and placed his muscular arms around her waist. His head rested into the crook of her neck as he whispered into her soft skin, “I love you Y/N. I would never be a total wanker and do something like that, especially to you. I’m so sorry that I haven’t spent much time with you this week, but it was all for good reason, I suppose.” Y/n turned around in Oliver’s arms so she could take in his face. Her hand cupped the side of his chin, both of their eyes twinkling as she leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips.

“This is so,“ she sighed in delight, "so beautiful and so thoughtful, Oliver. Thank you for working so hard for me. No one has ever given me anything this nice before.” She leaned in again, but this time Oliver took charge and deepened their kiss by sliding his tongue in her delicate mouth while pulling her closer to his body with his one free hand by her waist.

Oliver broke the kiss apart to hold up the present that was in his hand when she walked into the room. Y/N chuckled lightly and took the small package from him. She peeled back the paper to reveal a square box. Once she opened it, she reached in to grab a silver locket out. She gasped as she open the necklace that held the first picture the couple ever took together on a snowy day in November just outside the front gates of the school. She smiled and stepped to throw her arms around Oliver, but he stepped back.

“Wait, there’s more! Keep looking.” He laughed softly as Y/N lifted up the foam bottom that hid some folded up paper. Y/n quickly unfolded it and read the contents of the paper aloud.

“Two round trip train tickets to… Paris?! Oh my, Merlin! Oliver, this is more than I could ever ask for! How—” She ran into Oliver’s arms placing kisses all across his face. As she did so, Oliver spun her around in his arms before placing the girl back down on the floor and kissed her on the lips once again. She felt radiant.

“Well, I wanted to give you the best anniversary present ever. I spent almost all my money on those tickets and so we could go and spend sometime there together.” She threw her arms around him again before looking into his eyes again.

“I love you so much, Oliver. You really are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.” She kissed him on the cheek again. After the two shared a few more kisses Oliver led Y/n over to the table and pulled her chair out for her before going to his own place on the opposite side of the table. “Such a gentlemen,” she teased.

The two spent the rest of the evening eating and dancing under the string lights in the Room of Requirement.

“Oliver, today was perfect. I can’t believe you did this all for me. Thank you, love.“ Hide original message

“I wish I could do this for you all the time.”

“Yes, well, I was just wondering what you did to bribe the house-elves into cooking all this delicious food?”

Oliver began to laugh as he dipped the girl, “Oh sweetheart, I had to let Fred and George help in someway.”

Young Kings written by castielsdemons / @cutepeggy, art by ookaookaooka

Rated Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Winifred Barnes, Abraham Erskine, other minor characters

Word count: 20K

Summary: Steve can’t remember a time in which he wasn’t surrounded by dragons. When he was just a child, he remembers watching them fly overhead on royal missions, seeing them drinking from the vast lake just outside his village. He remembers clutching to his mother’s leg as he watched them fly overhead, taking their riders to far-off places, on missions or just for the thrill of flying.
And when he goes to basic training to become a Royal Guardsman, he finally gets to live out his dream. He doesn’t care if he’s small, he doesn’t care if his asthma or whatever else gets in the way - he just wishes that Prince James would stop tormenting him.

for @capreversebb 

To the Ends of the World [1/?]

A/N: It’s finally hereeee! This is the sequel to my S4 Canon-Divergence fic, Days of Future’s Past. There are a lot of dynamics and backstory within Days that carries into this story so I’d heavily advise you read it before this one, other wise you’ll spend most of the time scratching your head wondering who the characters are and why x is happening. For those who did read Days, welcome back to the universe! I have been dying to get back to this world and finish out our heroes’ story! Many thanks to my amazing beta @ive-always-been-a-pirate for giving this a look over! 

Banner made by the ever lovely @thesschesthair!

Six months after the events in Days of Future’s Past all is eerily calm for the heroes - until Maleficent finds a way to circumvent the prophecy that foretells her demise. Emma and Killian must now race against the clock to save one of their children from a fate worse than death while battling their own internal demons. With long held secrets revealed and love tested, can the Charmings and Jonses save one of their own and finally defeat Maleficent before she becomes an unstoppable evil?

Rated: M
Prologue - Ch 1


On the shores of a vast and still lake, beneath the canopy of stars that had bore witness to the creation of all realms, stood a lone figure.

She would have been considered a vision if any mortal had been there to witness her presence, her beauty unparalleled except for that of Aphrodite’s. Her features were soft with her skin glowing alabaster in the moonlight, her black hair cascading down her shoulders and a stark contrast to the white gown that hugged her form. For centuries Mankind had written poems and songs about her, weaving her name and title into their tales until she was nothing more than a legend in their world - a faceless and forgotten woman. But they would never know the true depth of her being. She had been a fixed point in the cosmos since the dawn of time, born from the raw magic of the world and placed as its guardian before Mankind had even winked into existence. Power that not even the Dark Ones would have been able to comprehend flowed through her veins and seeped into the very air around her.

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Drinking Part 2 (Sirius Black x Reader)

Part One / Part Three (coming soon)

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 1752

Summery: [Y/N] helped Sirius out at a party and now is feeling the effects.

A/N: This is a continuation of the fic from last week. It was getting really long so I decided to turn it into three parts. Apologies for the cliffhanger! And thank you for those who liked the first part and send feedback its always much obliged :)

Sirius awoke with a pounding in his head. Groaning, his eyes painfully adjust to the light only to look upon the grinning faces of his best friends.

“Why helloooooo sleeping beauty” James coos, grinning from ear to ear.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asks timidly. Sirius groans in response and fall back on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“Like Hell. Remind me never to drink that much ever again” he whines.

“Well it looks like someone left something for you on your desk” Remus points out, hiding his smile from the rest. Sirius turns his head to the side and props himself up on his elbows. Narrowing his eyes he notices a cup, some candies and a note lying on his side table. Reaching over he takes the note and reads it:

Take both with water. They are Hangover Toffees that will help with last night’s drinking. Take care and get some rest.

“Awww did you guys bring me some Hangover Toffees?” Sirius says with a small smile. James and Peter become confused.

“I didn’t put those there”

“Yeah man neither did I. Moony did you get those for him?”

Remus shakes his head smiling “Don’t you think we would just tell you what on the note instead of having to write it down if it was any of us?”

The other three voice various sounds of understanding and nod at their own thoughtlessness.

“But,” Remus continues “It was very nice of her to think ahead at your inevitable hangover”

“She?!” They all exclaim. Sirius’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Do you know who it was?”

Remus nods and smiles openly. “I   may    have seen [Y/N] struggling to drag an extremely drunk you into the room”

Sirius’s eye grow to the size of dinner plates and his heart begins to race.

“ [Y]–[Y/N]?!” he stutters. “Nothing happened right?! I didn’t do any thing to hurt her right!?”

“Wow Padfoot you must really have been drunk to not have remembered the ‘goddess of a witch’ [Y/N] in   your   room” James snorts, mocking the way Sirius describes you to his close friends.

Remus rolls his eyes at James, a knowing smile still playing across his scarred lips.

“No you didn’t do anything to her don’t worry. She left you those though” he says pointing to the toffees. “Sweet of her to think of you don’t you think?”

Sirius groans and covers his face “Godric this is so embarrassing!”

“Think of it this way,” James starts, putting his arm around his best friend “Now you have an excuse to talk to her. Go find her and thank her! Then ask her to Hogsmeade and boom! Happily ever after!”

Sirius stares at him. Although he would hate to admit it, the thought of finally being able to talk to [Y/N] (while sober) was something he could only do in his dreams. Whenever he saw her he would be too nervous to go up to her and start a conversation. It wasn’t like that with any of the other girls in Hogwarts. He could easily charm his was into any girl’s heart with a look and a “Hello”. But with her he couldn’t even look at her without his mind going blank. He was jealous of his drunk self. That version of Sirius Black wasn’t afraid to talk to her, something sober him wanted desperately to be able to do. And now was his chance. An excuse to finally talk to her after 7 years of hopelessly trying to get [Y/N] out of his head.

With a nod of determination, Sirius decides to seek her out.


“You’ll burn your toast with those laser eyes” Ismene Grint remarks at her fellow housemate. [Y/N] had been sitting silently during breakfast, not touching her food at all. Her mind is too busy racing with thoughts from last night. She was extremely embarrassed with the whole situation. She hated how her face begins to heat when she think about how beautiful his face looked or how strong his arms were when he was holding himself up. They were physically close, more than she ever thought possible. In past years whenever she would be in the same room as Sirius he would avoid her like the plague, not even daring to look at her. He would be fooling around with whoever it was that week and [Y/N] would sit there, wishing on all the stars that he would finally turn his gaze towards little ol’ her. But last night was different. Last night he looked her right in the eyes with his misty grey orbs and actually spoke to her!

But he was drunk at the time. [Y/N] knew this, and it saddened her. She knew that once he would sober up using the toffees she left, he would resume his usual routine of avoiding her.

But not this time.

This time she will be the one to avoid him like the plague! Take that pretty boy!

Sighing she turns her head towards the area where the Marauders usually sit. However they are no where to be found. Confused she looks around the Great Hall trying to look for the troublemakers.

No she shouts at herself in her mind Stupid! You’re supposed to be ignoring him not actively looking for him!

Just then the doors to the Great Hall swing up and four figures in red and black saunter through. [Y/N]’s head whips up and she locks eyes with smoldering grey ones. Oh Niffler!

Sirius widens his eyes and sees her looking directly at him. This is his chance! He begins to walk towards her when her eyes harden, the most disgusted look on her face, and turns back to her food. Sirius’ heart drops and his eyes feel heavy. Remus notices the interaction and pats him on the shoulder, a confused look developing on his face. The Marauders place themselves in their usual seats and that was that.

Truthfully she wasn’t disgusted with him. She was disgusted with herself. She was disgusted that the mere thought of Sirius Black made her face heat up and her knees lose feeling. If he so much as looked at her her mind would fog up like glass panes in winter.

And that exactly how her mind was for the rest of the week.

Every chance he could Sirius’ eyes would find her. Sitting in Charms class, she would suddenly shiver, feeling a pair of eyes on her. She didn’t have to look to know it was him. The familiar fog would settle itself in her head and her body would heat up. Not to mention Ismene’s constant teasing.

“Oooooo, Black’s staring at you again” she nudges [Y/N] in the arm. [Y/N] swats her friend’s shoulder discreetly.

“Stop looking at him! I know he is! Ignore it please.” she pleads.

“[Y/N],” Ismene’s face now solemn, “you’ve been weird since the party. You haven’t so much as looked in that boy’s direction! Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Just finally decided Sirius Black was an unreachable dream. My hope for him to truly see me is gone. It’s time to be realistic.” she replies bitterly, her eyes slightly stinging.

“Alright~” Ismene muses as the bell rings, gathering her books. “But i mean he’s been ‘seeing you’ for about a week now. Kinda looks like he wants to talk to you about something though” she finishes nodding past [Y/N]’s shoulder.

A wash of dread crashes over her as she spots Sirius, a look of determination rivaling that of James Potter’s when he sees Lilly Evans. He starts towards [Y/N] but she is faster, her hands working quickly to pack her supplies. Narrowly, she darts past a gobsmacked Sirius and runs off to somewhere she can finally vent the fog consuming her mind.


[Y/N] finds herself walking along the shore line of the lake. Gripping a large stick she found, she thrashes it about, whipping random flora as she huffs along. Coming out here was supposed to clear her mind but being alone, the vastness of the lake allowing her thoughts to flow with the water, made the fog denser.

Had Sirius finally run out of girls the cycle through and decided to go after the only girl he hadn’t yet conquered? Did he get pranked on and suspect her?

No, she shook her head, I don’t do that kind of thing.

Then she stops her movements abruptly and stares at the rocks.


Had he finally remembered about the party!?

She beings walking hurriedly in an ellipse shape, her eyes wandering aimlessly and her hands finding no place to rest.

Had Sirius finally remembered the events of that night? Was he so appalled that he was clinging on to her and spoke to her? Did he finally realize what he said and regretted calling her gorgeous? Was that why he was looking at her now after all those years? To set the record straight that, if sober, he never would have done or said that?

Tears prick her eyes, and she forcefully throws the stick onto the ground as her mind settles on that notion. She hoped with all her heart that he didn’t remember. She hoped he assumed the note and hangover toffee’s were from another Marauder, or even one of his many lovers. That way she wouldn’t have to face him and she could go back to being  [Y/N], the girl who didn’t exist in his magical world.

Her ravenous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of leaves rustling. She whips around and gasps.

Ten feet away stands a panting Sirius Black, his hair messy from running and combing his hand through it frustratingly. His eyes scour the horizon until he finally lays his eyes upon a frozen [Y/N], a similar look of shock on her face. She was too shocked to tear her eyes away and run, as she had done so many times before. Sirius notices this fact as well. Determined to seize the opportunity presented to him, he runs towards her with everything he has.

Her eyes widen at his action. Desperate to escape she starts to back up. However she does not notice the stick she through down in anger. Her heel lands on the stick and she stumbles back. The stick rolls from underneath her and she loses her footing. With her arms windmilling to keep her balance, her efforts fail her and with a thundering splash the lake envelops her. The last thing to grace her ears is the cries of the boy she took care of only days before.


~To be continued ~

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Who is that little red && blue child known throughout the multiverse as Primeling? He is the smile of innocent love without longing. He is simplicity to resolve complexity. He is the answer to missed opportunities. What he asks is small—

Is he a sparkling? Has Optimus Prime been reborn?

No. He is none of these things. Because Primeling is not what he seems: he only looks so simple and unfettered. But he isn’t. Why?

Primeling is the ghost of OPTIMUS PRIME
—who sacrificed his life in dutiful love of his people.

So what is Primeling’s goal, his motive as hs capriciously wanders the multiverse? The same as he was before his great sacrifice: To love his people. It is the wayward souls he is drawn to.

let him love you—for you have never known such a love.

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The Afanc and the Maiden - Chapter 2

Words: 2,318

(Eventual) Luke Evans x Reader

Y/N is studying abroad in Cardiff, Wales and is a Literature major. She wants to do her final thesis on a local folklore, but soon finds out the folklore is real and is not what people believe it to be.

Intro | Chapter 1

Notes: Here is Chapter 2! Y/n journey has begun. It’s only beginning, and there’s MUCH more to come ;)

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She arrived at the pub at 5:00 p.m. The Cambrian Tap was on the corner of a street, the building the color of… with big, black windows and grey brick work above the windows. Thankfully, it wasn’t too crowded for a Saturday evening. When y/n entered the pub, she thought to grab herself a beer for the occasion. She walked up to the bar and took a seat on the stool.

“What can I get for you, miss?” asked the bartender.

“Uuuuhhh…. I don’t know much about ales or beers here sooo,” she said as she quickly looked at the list of drinks before her. There were so many to choose from that it seemed impossible to pick just one. “I’ll try the Dragon Dark,” y/n smiled as she looked at the bartender.

“Coming right up,” he said as he went to grab a glass, poured her drink from a stout then handed it to her. ‘Dragon’s Dark’ was a dark ale with a roasted barley flavor and creamy head. “Why not,”y/n said in her head.

Y/n thanked the bartender when he gave her the drink and before he walked off, she asked him,

“Also, I wanted to ask, do you know of a few old men who come here often, Saturday evenings. They speak of fairytales, probably get weird looks from other customers?” The bartender smirked, knowing exactly who y/n was talking about.

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