#Almut Brühl

[einaudis]

WE LIVE IN TIME (2024) dir. JOHN CROWLEY

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[noturlondonboy]

We Lived Our Time // Masterlist

We Live in Time/Bishova crossover

SPOILER WARNING: the summary and tags for this fanfiction contain spoilers for We Live in Time. You are responsible for your own content consumption. Spoilers below the cut.

Spoiler free A/N: We Live in Time is steadily becoming available to more and more people, so I thought it would be a good time to put this up on Tumblr. I started writing it about ten minuets after I got home from seeing it for the first time the first day it was in theaters in my state in October. I am so incredibly in love with all of these characters, as I know you likely are too. I hope you enjoy <3 please leave comments or silly tags in reblogs, external validation feeds me and I thrive on the approval of strangers.

This fic can also be found on ao3 under the same user and title.

Summary: Kate Bishop says goodbye to her wife and son. Almut Brühl says goodbye to her fiancé and daughter. Their lives have always been destined to collide. Their deaths are no different.

Tags/cw/tw: dead Kate, dead Almut, single dad Tobias, single mom Yelena, Derek Bishop-Belova, I named the dog Paddington, platonic Tobias/Yelena, platonic Almut/Yelena, platonic Tobias/Kate, romantic Kate/Almut, Wagathario on the side, Billy/Tommy/Nicky Maximoff/Harkness/Vidal (Jesus Christ), weird space/time multidimensional shit, lots of fucking angst, but also lots of fluff, talk of cancer and illness because it’s unavoidable, main character death, grief, trauma, life after love, love after life, fuck the fourth wall and any concept of logic, these are MY barbies, hurt/comfort, weird sort of soulmate concept au, I’ll never shut up about how Kate and Yelena find each other in every single timeline and lifespan, Derek and Ella are gonna be buds, fix it fic but not really, crossover, au, bisexual Almut makes her reappearance, the movie hurt me beyond repair and writing this makes it worse.

A/N: I have nothing else to say other than I sincerely hope you enjoy, and I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on We Live in Time.

Logistics-

Currentish total word count: 8.4k

Chapters: 6/??

Chapters:

(Will be linked as I post them)

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

[noturlondonboy]

It’s giving that time the camera man turned away while Andrew and Florence were filming the sex scene for We Live in Time because they’re didn’t hear them yell cut

THE FACT THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCER FOR AGATHA ALL ALONG HAD TO TURN DOWN/OFF HER HEADSET VOLUME FOR THE SCENE WITH AUBREY AND KATHRYN MAKING OUT

[yelenasdiary]

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Marvel Characters -

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Kate Bishop

Carol Danvers

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

WandaNat

Bucky Barnes (Platonically or Sibling only!)

Other Characters -

Kelly Foster (We Brought A Zoo)

Jane Banner (Wind River)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss)

Alice Chambers (Don’t Worry Darling)

Allison (A Good Person)

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Kelly Jones (Fly Me To The Moon)

Almut Brühl (We Live In Time)

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Florence Pugh

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

Hailee Steinfeld

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[cinemedios]

"El tiempo que tenemos", sin temor a equivocarnos, el mejor romance de 2024

Florence Pugh y Andrew Garfield nos llevarán de la mano a vivir, reír, sufrir y llorar con EL MEJOR romance de 2024. Entra y descubre todo lo linda que es "El Tiempo que Tenemos".

Reseña | “El tiempo que tenemos” (We Live in Time) Tobias Durand y su esposa Almut Brühl enfrentarán la pelea más difícil de sus vidas, cuando Almut recaiga en el padecimiento de cáncer de ovario. Audiencia y protagonistas vivirán una historia llena de ternura, romance y nostalgia en la que la capacidad de resiliencia y la esperanza, nos enseñarán a valorar a nuestros seres amados. Opinión…

[noturlondonboy]

GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL GORGEOUS FUCKING GIRL

Florence Pugh as Almut Brühl WE LIVE IN TIME 2024 — dir. John Crowley

[noturlondonboy]

We Lived Our Time // part two.

We Live in Time/Bishova crossover

Masterlist

SPOILER WARNING: the summary and tags for this fanficiton contain spoilers for We Live in Time. As does the actual fic, because yeah. Do not continue reading from this point if you haven’t seen the movie yet and don’t want spoilers.

Chapter Summary: Almut spends her last days peacefully with Tobias and Ella, but her end is not what she expected.

Chapter warnings and tags: sickness, cancer, terminal illness, angst, fluff, Ella is so sweet, death, grief

Word count: 919

A/N: I loved getting to write even just a glimpse of the dynamic that this beautiful family has. Enjoy.

• • • • • • • •

Almut had always considered herself a prepared individual.

Except when it came to death, she supposed.

She thought she had been ready to go after the culinary competition was over, or maybe once she and Tobias had been able to take Ella ice skating, or maybe later that same night when they had all fallen asleep on the couch in the main room, tangled up in one another.

Apparently, she hadn’t been prepared for how much the actual act of dying would hurt.

“The best thing we can do for her now is keep her comfortable.”

Almut lets out a groan that’s half in pain and half in exasperation as the hospice nurse talks quietly with Tobias by the door of the bedroom, the older woman’s hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was sick and tired of being so sick and tired. A part of her was ready for it to be over, and then a bigger part was guilty for feeling like that, and then an even bigger part was just angry in general.

She didn’t want to be angry in her last moments. Almut hoped it would fade before then.

“Is there anything else you need before you leave?” Tobias murmurs back, one hand rubbing over the rough stubble on his cheek. The bags under his eyes are dark and unmistakable, but every time he glances over at her, he still smiles.

The nurse shakes her head, pulling out a small pocket notebook to check a few things off. Tobias already has an almost identical one out, the edges worn down to nubs and the spine so battered it’s nearly falling apart. Almut smiles to herself as she gazes over at it from where she’s laid in bed, endearment filling her chest.

“She should have everything she needs to be comfortable for the foreseeable future.”

Almut nearly scoffs at this, but she doesn’t, because Tobias already looks like he’s going to start crying again, and she’ll be damned if she adds even more pain onto this wonderful man’s shoulders.

Even still, the words settle in her head. The foreseeable future.

Two days, is what the nurse meant. If that, even.

The nurse is seen to the front door by her fiancé- forever her boyfriend, partner, fiancé, never husband- and in the time between then and his return to their room, Ella’s little footsteps pitter patter their way over to the bed. Almut’s smile is bright and genuine when her daughter climbs up onto the comforter and settles herself wordlessly into her arms, still so gentle and careful not to jostle the medical equipment Almut is reluctantly hooked up to.

“Hi, my darling,” Almut whispers, bringing the hand that’s not hooked to an IV up to rest on Ella’s little head.

“Hi, mummy,” Ella says back, her voice so small that Almut wants to cry. The little girl returns the gesture, her tiny fingers rubbing over her mother’s shaved head, admiring the fuzzy feeling of it. “I think I want my hair like yours one day,” she states softly.

Almut gives a weak, tearful smile and holds her daughter closer, mentally cursing the aching in her every nerve. “If that's what you want, baby, then Daddy will help you cut it. You’ll look so cool. But I hope you do it only because you want to.”

Ella nods, her eyes wide and impossibly understanding for how young she is. “Okay, Mummy. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby bug,” Almut laughs, tears dripping down her cheeks before she can brush them away. “Mummy loves you so, so much.”

Ella nods again, resting her little cheek on Almut’s chest and letting out a very tiny sigh. “I know, Mummy.”

Tobias comes back in a few moments later and sits by his darling’s head, his hands impossibly and constantly gentle as he wipes her tears away. “Hi, baby,” he whispers to them both, and Almut just looks up at him softly while Ella waves, keeping her cheek pressed to her mother’s sternum. Tobias smiles and scratches at the nape of Ella’s neck fondly, which she giggles at.

The silence is blessedly comfortable.

There isn’t much to say anymore. Almut had gotten all of her things in order, and she knew that Tobias had found some reluctant sense of peace in what was inevitable. She had managed to write a few letters for both him and Ella to read in time before her hands hurt too much to hold a pencil. Typing it hadn’t felt the same.

“Love you,” she whispers, to which Ella responds with quiet, returned sentiment. Tobias smiles weakly and presses his lips to her forehead, murmuring the words back into her sallow skin.

As much as her body aches, her heart aches ten times more fiercely. For this family, the love of her life and their beautiful daughter, for her own life that she still doesn't know how to mourn for and might never learn to. It aches and aches and aches, but the arms of the two most important people she’s ever held are wrapped around her, and they dull the pain.

When her heart slows to a stop the next day in the light of early afternoon, she doesn't feel angry, and she doesn't feel afraid. All that matters are Ella and Tobias.

She lets her eyes close for the final time with the image of their smiles burned into her mind-

-and opens them to see the New York City skyline.

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[noturlondonboy]

We Live in Time meets Bishova on ao3

Kate Bishop says goodbye to Yelena and Derek. Almut Brühl says goodbye to Tobias and Ella.

Their lives have always been destined to collide.

[noturlondonboy]

We Lived Our Time // part one.

We Live in Time/Bishova crossover

Masterlist

SPOILER WARNING: the summary and tags for this fanficiton contain spoilers for We Live in Time. As does the actual fic, because yeah. Do not continue reading from this point if you haven’t seen the movie yet and don’t want spoilers.

Chapter summary: Kate and Yelena have their last conversation before it comes time to say goodbye.

Chapter warnings and tags: angst, terminal illness, death, sick Kate, coughing, choking, difficulty breathing, bad lungs, lung disease, established bishova, married bishova, baby Derek, grief

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: sad Bishova warning sorry gang

• • • • • • • •

The last few moments of Kate Bishop’s life were painful, but if she had the chance, she’s (mostly) sure she wouldn't change it.

“I’ve never actually gotten to say goodbye before.”

She tilts her head to the other side in a slow movement, where her wife is sitting next to her bed. They had officially put Kate on hospice a few weeks ago; being stuck in the hospital only made her feel like shit, more than usual, and the feeling was only amplified when her life expectancy shortened from six months to one.

Yelena’s expression is a careful mask, one that Kate has learned how to read through perfectly. Their hands tighten around each other from where they lay on the bed by Kate’s hip, finger tangled and palms flush. Kate’s breathing is deep and slow. Her chest rattles with each measured inhale, wheezes with each controlled exhale.

God, everything hurt.

Kate doesn’t quite know how to reply. She’s been feeling like that a lot lately- when she’s not up in the middle of the night with her face stuffed into her oxygen mask, or struggling to feed Derek his carefully chopped baby food with weak, trembling hands, there’s a tick in her jaw. So many words, so many thoughts and ideas and wants, and so little time for any of it.

This was probably the worst time for Kate’s usually constant flow of verbiage to suddenly dry up. She would be angry if she had the strength for it.

No words, English or Russian or otherwise, can ever make up for any of this.

“I love you,” is what Kate eventually comes up with. Her words are soft now, slower, like the languid draw of syrup in a straw. Her lungs feel like that these days. Thick and dripping with a rancid sludge that no amount of raw, painful coughing will ever dislodge.

Yelena’s lips tighten into a thin line, and she blinks harshly a few times in quick succession, but the frosted glass-like quality that had settled over her eyes the moment Kate received her diagnosis last year doesn’t dissolve.

The silence would be deafening if they weren’t both already so used to it.

Yelena is twisting the silver band on her finger- the only ring she can ever get herself to wear anymore- and her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, threatening to stain pearly white with bright red. Kate weakly removes her hand from the blonde’s and brings it up to her cheek, which she finds no resistance in doing. Yelena always noticed the moment Kate’s psychicallity changed. For as lethal as she was, she was twice as attentive. Her fingers loosen and allow her wife to lift her arm from the bed before Kate seems to even realize what she herself is doing.

“Stop that,” Kate murmurs, her thumb pressing gently on Yelena’s lip until it's released from its confines. The brunette brushes over it with the pad of her thumb, wishing that her own failing body could soothe the pain in her wife’s eyes.

”I’ve never gotten to say goodbye before,” Yelena repeats again after a moment. Her face and voice are haunted, and Kate wants to scream from the knowledge that her beloved might never smile the way she used to again. Even if she did, Kate won’t be around to see it.

”I guess you’ll get to say goodbye this time around, then, huh?” Kate rasps, a cough slowly budding in her chest. She can always feel it as it grows, a ball that starts between her ribs and pushes and pushes and pushes its way through her organs and her bones and her blood until it can’t be contained any longer. This one is oozing through her at a low, creeping pace, taking its time to growl and prowl before it snatches her away.

Yelena finds her hand again, her collapsed palm over Kate’s knuckles as she holds both against her cheek and presses her lips to the pale skin of the brunette’s wrist. Kate’s pulse is thready and terrifyingly weak against the Cupid’s bow of her mouth. “I don’t- I don’t want to say goodbye, Kate Bishop. I don’t.”

”You don’t have to. I already know.” Kate wets her lips for what feels like the first, millionth, and last time, but as always, they stay cracked and dry. “Just be here with me. Stay here with me.”

Yelena notices her efforts and procures a water bottle from the bedside table, but Kate gives a wobbly shake of her head at the offered sip. As thirsty as she is, as she always is, she knows that swallowing anything would only worsen the cough that’s slowly getting bigger underneath her sternum.

There’s a dreadful sense of foreboding, of knowing, buried deep in her stomach, that this ragged choke of breath will be her last.

She had already said goodbye to the rest of her family. Clint and Laura and the kids had spent the week before in the city, with Natasha and Bucky popping in several times at random points. Wanda and Pietro and the twins had given her a massive, albeit very careful, Maximoff group hug. Agatha and Rio had delivered a freshly baked casserole under the cover of darkness- their best form of an apology for not being able to save Kate from the confines of her mortality.

When she had first gotten sick, Greer, Franny, and Charli had spent several days with her, cramming in as many activities as they possibly could before Kate became too ill to properly function on her own. She had hugged and kissed her best friends, nodding along to the promises of visitation, and had seen them a few times since, but those last few days had been her true parting with them, and she knew they felt it too.

Her parents weren’t difficult at all- all it took was a drive to the cemetery, where Kate laid herself over the cool surface of the Bishop joint headstone and murmured a vague promise to see them soon.

Derek was a different story, and Kate knew saying goodbye to her son had possibly been the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. It was only made worse by the fact that he didn’t understand the situation, and the knowledge that he could never truly know or remember the mother that had birthed him. It hurt more than the stabbing itch in her lungs ever possibly could.

And Yelena. Her Yelena. Her wife.

Her sweet, strong, good Yelena, who’s beautiful eyes were distant as she once again chewed on her lip, both of her hands holding onto one of Kate’s.

The cough is growing more prominent in her chest, and Kate feels a flare of panic, her fingers tightening around Yelena’s wrist. “Baby,” she rasps, eyes darting over the face she loved most. “Baby. Yelena. I love you so much.”

Yelena’s brow furrows, and she picks up on the note in Kate’s voice immediately. “Katie?” she whispers gutterly, every fiber of her body trembling. She shifts closer so that she’s sitting on the bed with her, their hips pressed together. Kate swears she can’t feel her legs.

She was supposed to have a few more days at best, another 24 hours at worst, but now? Now? She was leaving now?

Yelena was not ready to be a widow in more ways than one. She was not ready for any of this at all, and she wished she could rip the universe in half to fix it.

“Baby,” Kate says again, her voice tight, nearly a wail. She doesn't want it to be like this. She doesn’t want to be afraid.

Yelena, always two steps ahead, leans down to rest herself on Kate’s chest, her strong arms snaking around her body to hold onto her tightly. Never mind the fact that her squeezing restricts Kate’s lungs- Kate already can’t breathe for shit, and they both know it.

Yelena seems to have realized what Kate already knows to be true.

The cough erupts from Kate’s lips in a sharp, choked sputter of air, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. Yelena presses close and holds her and holds her and holds her, nearly crushing her to the bed because Kate is already dizzy and in pain and dying anyway, and the only way Yelena could possibly do anything to make it worse would be to leave Kate to do it on her own.

It hurts the way a dull blade hurts, aching and still sharp, stabbing through her body and making her blood fizzle and bubble up. She coughs and she coughs and she coughs, until the air stops coming and her heart stops screaming for it. Yelena is sobbing as she holds onto her, her face pressed into Kate’s neck as the pulse fluttering against her cheek starts to give out. Vaguely, she can hear Derek crying in his room across the hall, awoken by the sound of his parents in anguish. Oh god, why didn’t they have him staying with Laura and Clint? Or Agatha and Rio and Nicholas?

“Kate Bishop, I love you,” Yelena cries, every nerve ending in her body on fire as she holds the most important person in her life in her arms and watches the life drain from her face. “I love you. I love you.”

Kate clings to Yelena until her arms stop working, but the pain has faded by then, and even as her body continues to shake and struggle, she lets herself look. Just look. At Yelena, her wife. At their room, in their house. At the life they had built together, however short it had been.

Before her vision darkens for the last time, Kate swears she sees the glassiness lift from Yelena’s eyes, and the golden hazel she sees there is the color she hopes will greet her in death.

What Kate Bishop had not been expecting was to open her eyes again- especially not in the middle of an English countryside chicken coop.

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[flohouse46]

This is so sweet and heart-breaking. It's beautiful. And, the end got me.

We Lived Our Time // part two.

We Live in Time/Bishova crossover

Masterlist

SPOILER WARNING: the summary and tags for this fanficiton contain spoilers for We Live in Time. As does the actual fic, because yeah. Do not continue reading from this point if you haven’t seen the movie yet and don’t want spoilers.

Chapter Summary: Almut spends her last days peacefully with Tobias and Ella, but her end is not what she expected.

Chapter warnings and tags: sickness, cancer, terminal illness, angst, fluff, Ella is so sweet, death, grief

Word count: 919

A/N: I loved getting to write even just a glimpse of the dynamic that this beautiful family has. Enjoy.

• • • • • • • •

Almut had always considered herself a prepared individual.

Except when it came to death, she supposed.

She thought she had been ready to go after the culinary competition was over, or maybe once she and Tobias had been able to take Ella ice skating, or maybe later that same night when they had all fallen asleep on the couch in the main room, tangled up in one another.

Apparently, she hadn’t been prepared for how much the actual act of dying would hurt.

“The best thing we can do for her now is keep her comfortable.”

Almut lets out a groan that’s half in pain and half in exasperation as the hospice nurse talks quietly with Tobias by the door of the bedroom, the older woman’s hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was sick and tired of being so sick and tired. A part of her was ready for it to be over, and then a bigger part was guilty for feeling like that, and then an even bigger part was just angry in general.

She didn’t want to be angry in her last moments. Almut hoped it would fade before then.

“Is there anything else you need before you leave?” Tobias murmurs back, one hand rubbing over the rough stubble on his cheek. The bags under his eyes are dark and unmistakable, but every time he glances over at her, he still smiles.

The nurse shakes her head, pulling out a small pocket notebook to check a few things off. Tobias already has an almost identical one out, the edges worn down to nubs and the spine so battered it’s nearly falling apart. Almut smiles to herself as she gazes over at it from where she’s laid in bed, endearment filling her chest.

“She should have everything she needs to be comfortable for the foreseeable future.”

Almut nearly scoffs at this, but she doesn’t, because Tobias already looks like he’s going to start crying again, and she’ll be damned if she adds even more pain onto this wonderful man’s shoulders.

Even still, the words settle in her head. The foreseeable future.

Two days, is what the nurse meant. If that, even.

The nurse is seen to the front door by her fiancé- forever her boyfriend, partner, fiancé, never husband- and in the time between then and his return to their room, Ella’s little footsteps pitter patter their way over to the bed. Almut’s smile is bright and genuine when her daughter climbs up onto the comforter and settles herself wordlessly into her arms, still so gentle and careful not to jostle the medical equipment Almut is reluctantly hooked up to.

“Hi, my darling,” Almut whispers, bringing the hand that’s not hooked to an IV up to rest on Ella’s little head.

“Hi, mummy,” Ella says back, her voice so small that Almut wants to cry. The little girl returns the gesture, her tiny fingers rubbing over her mother’s shaved head, admiring the fuzzy feeling of it. “I think I want my hair like yours one day,” she states softly.

Almut gives a weak, tearful smile and holds her daughter closer, mentally cursing the aching in her every nerve. “If that's what you want, baby, then Daddy will help you cut it. You’ll look so cool. But I hope you do it only because you want to.”

Ella nods, her eyes wide and impossibly understanding for how young she is. “Okay, Mummy. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby bug,” Almut laughs, tears dripping down her cheeks before she can brush them away. “Mummy loves you so, so much.”

Ella nods again, resting her little cheek on Almut’s chest and letting out a very tiny sigh. “I know, Mummy.”

Tobias comes back in a few moments later and sits by his darling’s head, his hands impossibly and constantly gentle as he wipes her tears away. “Hi, baby,” he whispers to them both, and Almut just looks up at him softly while Ella waves, keeping her cheek pressed to her mother’s sternum. Tobias smiles and scratches at the nape of Ella’s neck fondly, which she giggles at.

The silence is blessedly comfortable.

There isn’t much to say anymore. Almut had gotten all of her things in order, and she knew that Tobias had found some reluctant sense of peace in what was inevitable. She had managed to write a few letters for both him and Ella to read in time before her hands hurt too much to hold a pencil. Typing it hadn’t felt the same.

“Love you,” she whispers, to which Ella responds with quiet, returned sentiment. Tobias smiles weakly and presses his lips to her forehead, murmuring the words back into her sallow skin.

As much as her body aches, her heart aches ten times more fiercely. For this family, the love of her life and their beautiful daughter, for her own life that she still doesn't know how to mourn for and might never learn to. It aches and aches and aches, but the arms of the two most important people she’s ever held are wrapped around her, and they dull the pain.

When her heart slows to a stop the next day in the light of early afternoon, she doesn't feel angry, and she doesn't feel afraid. All that matters are Ella and Tobias.

She lets her eyes close for the final time with the image of their smiles burned into her mind-

-and opens them to see the New York City skyline.

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Florence Pugh as Almut Brühl WE LIVE IN TIME 2024 — dir. John Crowley