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Saturn

Title: Saturn

Author: Mina @valravnwrites

Summary: A missing part leads to the unimaginable.

Prompt/s Used: Photo / Word / Flash Fiction / Other

Characters: Reader. Peter Quill.

Word Count: 847

Warnings: N/A

Author’s Notes: Written for @captain-rogers-beard��’s Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge. June 4th Edition. / I am not an astrologer, please don’t come for me if I got any of this wrong.

“What is this?” you scoffed, tossing the segment of old parchment onto the table in front of your partner. “A map to nowhere?”

“No,” he said, snatching it up and stuffing it back into the inner pocket of his worn red leather jacket. “It’s part of a map.”

“Oh great!” you rolled your eyes and threw your arms up as you fell into the seat opposite him. “Even more useless than I initially thought. Well done Quill.”

“Not useless. You’ll see. It’s just not the right time.”

Over the next few weeks, you found Quill pouring over astronomy maps, furiously taking notes and referring constantly to the map in his possession.

No matter how many times you asked him what he was doing, he would always wave you off, saying that his calculations weren’t right, and something was missing.

“Yeah, most of the map.” you would grumble to yourself each time, shuffling away to continue with your own research.

Until one day he came to you exasperated, exhausted and desperate.

“Y/N. I need your help.” he admitted in defeat. “You’re the best astronomer I know, can you have a look at my charts and tell me what I’m missing?”

Without hesitation you stood, following him to his desk and surveying the mound of research papers, notes and maps. As you scanned them, your brow furrowed, hands making swift work of the papers beneath them.

“This is wrong.” you mumbled to yourself, pushing aside papers. “This is all wrong.”

“Wrong? What do you mean wrong? I’ve spent weeks on this!” Quill’s dejected voice behind you made you turn to face him.

“Not your work, these maps. They’re all wrong. Look.” you encouraged him over, shoving all the papers off the desk and pointing to the map. “This.. this is incomplete.”

“No it isn’t. This map charts the movement of Mars and Jupiter and they will be visible from Earth soon. My calculations keep coming up different and I don’t know why.” he sighed, palms resting flat on the old mahogany.

“Because you’re missing a variable.” you gestured. “You’re right, they will be visible from Earth, but so will Saturn, and to a lesser extent,so will Mercury. Perhaps your calculations are off because of that?”

Quill’s head shot up, eye wide as he scrambled for his papers, haphazardly tossing them aside until he got to the one he needed. After a few minutes of scrambled scrawling, he took a moment to study the work before throwing the page down.

“Ha!” he exclaimed triumphantly “That worked! It all makes sense now! I could kiss you, Y/N!” arms open, he stepped closer.

“Please refrain.” you said gently, hands up defensively. “Although, I will take a victory hug.”

A few weeks later the two of you sat in the desert, no artificial lighting, just the night sky to see, waiting with baited breath for the moment Mars passed between Jupiter and Saturn, equal distance from both.

When it did, the map Peter clutched in his fingers began to glow softly. It was beautiful, as if all the colours of the cosmos had converged on this one piece of parchment.

Mesmerised by the colours, you both almost missed the way it seemed to form an arrow, almost as if it was directing you.

With a shared look you followed it, parchment glowing brighter the longer you followed it, until eventually, the whole thing glowed so bright you couldn't bear to stare at it directly anymore. Handing you the map, Peter started to dig fervently, in hopes of finding whatever it was he had been looking for.

The map, however, had plans of its own, slipping from your fingers and whizzing around the two of you before shooting directly into the sky, leaving both of you staring after it in awe.

A few moments later something came hurtling down the same path it took up, and you barely had time to pull Quill out of the way before it struck the ground, a wave of dust emanating from every direction.

Edging closer, you wafted the airborne particles out of the way, eyes coming to rest on the most beautiful chest you had ever seen. Where there should have been wood, you saw only the night sky reflected, shimmering with stars, and where there should have been banding, there shone the brightest of elements, like none you had ever seen.

“I think we’re going to have to find a locksmith..” you whispered.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” as you turned to face him, his once brown eyes had started to shine like the galaxies you had always dreamed of seeing. “”No locksmith could open this chest, it will only open for the oldest bloodline in all the galaxies. My fathers bloodline.. My bloodline.”

He reached out to the chest, and the moment he made contact with it, it opened, almost pneumatically, air coming out each edge with a soft hiss.

As the lid raised, you couldn't help but to peak inside, stunned by the beauty of what it held.

"This is my legacy."

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Revenant

Title: Revenant

Author: Mina @valravnwrites

Summary: An unexpected realisation.

Prompt/s Used: Photo / Word / Flash Fiction / Other

Characters: Reader.

Word Count: 549

Warnings: Loss. Description of suicide.

Author’s Notes: Written for @captain-rogers-beard’s Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge. June 2nd Edition.

You had been here before.

Perhaps not in this lifetime, but you felt you knew this place, almost as well as the back of your hand.

Your legs had brought you here of their own volition, you had only set out for a small walk to clear your head after a hectic day at work, and you had found yourself here.

Looking up, you gazed at the old abandoned lighthouse on the cliffs edge. A beautiful sight in itself, made even more beautiful by the reflections it left in the still waters of the rock pools, left in the wake of low tide.

Slipping off your shoes, you pressed forward, feeling the warm dark sand beneath your feet as you made your way closer to the rocky face.

As you neared, you craned your neck up, the sheer incline now looking a lot higher than it did from the side of the secluded beach. Tracing the shapes of the rocks with your eyes, they came to rest just off the shore in the shallow water, there was something out there.

After a moment of thought, you slipped your shoes back on and made your way across the craggy surface of the once submerged rocks at the base of the cliff, towards the object that had caught your eye.

Getting closer, you tilted your head, recognising the small piece of jewellery caught on the sharp peak of the final rock.

With an outstretched arm, you tried to reach it, your fingertips mere millimetres from the silver of the chain. Straining yourself, you pushed your body forward, fingers curling around metal, cooled from the water it was once concealed by.

Lifting the chain you brought it closer to you, lowering the small locket attached into your hand.

The moment it touched your skin, you were a spectator to tragedy. You saw her, hand clutched to this very same locket atop the cliff, but before you could call out to her, she had flung herself from the edge, her form hurtling towards the sea. You felt her loss as she fell, something in her was broken, and just as she was to meet the sea, a wave came crashing down where she would have landed.

With the spectre gone, and your body now damp from the wave, you took a closer look at the locket. The outside etched with an intricate pattern, the year 1854 engraved on the back.

Taking a deep breath you opened it, not sure what you were hoping to find.Inside the locket you found two tiny photographs, the glass protecting them broken and weathered.

The first was a young man, although his features were faded from time, there was no doubt that he was attractive.

The second took you by surprise, your eyes widening as you realised you know the young lady in this photograph. You had seen her face time and time again, and there was no mistaking it. This was .. this was you.

As you stood, eyes still fixated on the locket, the hair on the back of your neck stood up and a shiver ran the length of your spine. You felt a presence, and upon turning you saw a figure, cloaked in the shadow of the cliff, stood on the shoreline.

“You came back.”

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Author’s Statement:

My work is not to be posted anywhere without my express written permission. [Reblogs of my posts are welcome.]

My work is written and immediately posted. Therefore, it is not edited, or beta’d, and may have some grammatical errors.

Suggestions and feedback on my works are greatly appreciated, as they help me grow as a writer.

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Two for One

Title: Two for One

Author: Mina @valravnwrites

Summary: Neither of you expected what came next.

Prompt/s Used: Photo / Word / Flash Fiction / Other

Characters: Reader. Bucky.

Word Count: 600

Warnings: N/A. Fluff.

Author’s Notes: Written for @captain-rogers-beard’s Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge. June 3rd Edition.

There he was.

Stood on your front doorstep, flowers in hand, that stupid sexy smile on his dumb face.

You took in his appearance through the screen door. His normally tousled brown hair now flattened and damp, the sleeves on his shirt pushed up into his elbow and clinging closely to his torso.

“James, what are you doing?” you asked, opening the screen door and ushering him inside, away from the weather. “And what are those?” a gesture towards the flowers in his hand.

“Well, I remember you saying that you wanted a bunch of flowers at least once in your life,” he smiled with a shrug “so I thought I would indulge you.”

Your eyes dipped to take in the small bouquet, a selection of lilies, accented by roses in your favourite colour. Beautiful, although slightly wilted from the weather.

“They’re beautiful,” you smiled as he handed them to you, lifting them closer. “But you’ve been gone for three days, I was worried.” the smile you had faded as your eyes reached the steely blue of his own.

“I had something else to do, but I’m sorry.” his head bowed in apology.

“I guess I can forgive you, after all you did bring me flowers. Now, go get changed and stop dripping on my carpet!” you pushed his arm gently in the direction of the stairs, and he obliged, calling out as he ascended.

“The weather was so nice earlier, I didn’t think I’d get soaked by the rain!”

As you filled a vase for the flowers, you heard him coming back downstairs, so posed a question.

“So, why were you standing outside anyway? You know you live here too, right?” you chucked as you gently lowered the flowers into the water, arranging them /just so/.

“I know, I just … I guess I wanted to do things right.” his reply came from in the hall.

“Do things right?” you quizzed, lifting the vase and taking it to the dining table, placing it central. “What on earth do you mean?”

As you turned, you gasped, finding him lowered to one knee, small box between his nimble fingers.

“James..?” you questioned cautiously.

“Y/N.. I know we’re not .. technically together.. But I’ve known you my entire life, and I’ve loved you almost as long. You have always been there for me, always supported me, no matter the consequences. I want you to be by my side, forever. Please?” He opened the box, revealing the most gorgeous ring, light sparkling off it from every angle.

“James.. You’re my best friend..” you said quietly, stepping closer to him, watching as his confidence wavered slightly. “And honestly.. I was going to ask you the same thing..”

Lowering yourself to his level, you pulled a similar box from your pocket, opening it to him.

“It’s always been you. Even when you gave me a hard time in high school for being a loner, even through college when you would tease me about not having relationships. It was always you, and it will always be you.” you confessed, heat rising to your cheeks as you locked eyes.

“Well, this is awkward,” he chuckled, rising to his feet and offering you his hand. “I guess we’ve answered each other's questions.”

“I guess we have.” you smiled, taking his hand and standing.

As you each slipped the ring on the other's finger, you smiled, being struck by a thought.

“Which leaves just one more thing..” you turned to him, hands bracing his shoulders.

“Which is what?” he asked, confusion setting over his features.

“Who’s going to tell Steve?”

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Sunflowers at Dusk

Title: Sunflowers at Dusk

Author: Mina @valravnwrites

Summary: A fresh outlook after a bad experience.

Prompt/s Used: Photo / Word / Flash Fiction / Other

Characters: Reader.

Word Count: 670

Warnings: Mentions of a recent breakup.

Author’s Notes: Written for @captain-rogers-beard’s Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge. June 1st Edition.

The sun blazed through your window, creeping slowly up the length of the bed until finally it hit your face. Groaning, you rolled to bury your face in the crook of XE’s neck, only to land face down in the pillow.

Eventually, after many minutes of pouting into the fabric you sat up, rubbing your hands firmly down your face, and wiping the residual sleep from the corners of your eyes. Soon after, your feet found the floor and you shuffled towards the bathroom for your desperately needed morning pee.

Upon exiting, you took the chance to look around the bedroom, taking in the soft furnishings, the trinkets, everything. Nothing here felt like it meant anything to you anymore, like it didn’t belong to you anymore. With a sigh, you shook your head and edged closer to the bed, haphazardly fluffing the covers to make the room at least somewhat presentable.Grabbing your phone, you made your way into the kitchen where you made yourself a coffee before settling down on the sofa.

The soft murmuring of the news would have been enough to lull you back to sleep, had you not been intently staring at the clock on the wall, watching the second hand make its way around the face over, and over.

It had been 3 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 22 minutes and 57 seconds.. 58.. 59.. 23 minutes since XE had left you. Not that you were counting.

You thought you were happy. You thought that this was it, this was the relationship you would live out the end of your days in, but apparently life had other plans.

XE didn’t give much of an explanation, in fact, XE didn’t give you any explanation. You had gotten home from a long shift at work to find a note propped up on the table. Naively, you thought it was a sweet note, so you had rushed over with glee and tore open the small envelope.

As your eyes had scanned the words adorning the page, you had felt everything in your being drop, being swallowed by the pit that you wished would open up and swallow you too.

Y/N. I am sorry that I couldn’t say this to you personally, and that I had to leave a note in my absence, but I have to go. Forever. I’m sorry.

You remember falling to the floor, sobbing as you fumbled for your phone to ring XEM, but XYR phone had already been disconnected. You had spent the next 3 days in bed, crying relentlessly.

It had been a long few weeks, but slowly you had come to terms with it. Some mornings, like today, you still woke up thinking XE was by your side. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, but you felt empty.

You lost your day to binge watching a new series you had stumbled across, and before you realised, the sun was starting to go down outside.

Pushing yourself up from the plush cushioning of the sofa, you made the decision to go for a jog in the fading daylight. It had always been one of your favourite times of day, afterall.

After a quick change, you left home, endeavouring to make it to the small field a few blocks away before the sun had completely dipped below the horizon.

Slowing your pace to a gentle walk, you approached the old beams of the fence surrounding the field, and took in the sight in front of you with a soft smile. As your hands made contact with the strong wood, you were filled with a sense of something fresh and light, a welcome change to the darkness you had kept yourself in these past few weeks.

As your eyes made their way across the field, taking in the sight in front of you, you realised that nothing rivalled the beauty of sunflowers at dusk.

You had made up your mind. Nothing was going to stop you now.

It was time for a new beginning.

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