#Lucie x connor

[ladylooch]

“Ah, well, she’s at the cabin.” Nico responds in English. “Mama is with me.” It’s Lucie’s cue to switch too. Well, there goes her plan to keep her husband in the dark.

What a flex, like the sisters being able to switch languages when wanting their husbands to not understand what they are talking about. Imagine talking right in front of them about them, and they have no idea. Do any of the girls get in trouble when they are younger for deliberately speaking Swiss German and not English infront of Lexi. Teenage Lucie, being her teenage self, getting an angry phone call from Nico on the road to knock it off, she's been refusing to speak English around and to her mama out of pure teenage angst.

What you said about a teenage Lucie refusing to speak to Lexi in Swiss German is SO SO SO on brand as angsty, angry, teenage Lucie Hischier. 

Let's get into it.

From her back, Lucie Hischier stares up at her ceiling, looking over the leftover tape from the glow in the dark stars she used to have up there when she was little. It was hard those first few months living in Switzerland full time, but she loved the difference in the stars here compared to light polluted New Jersey. 

To help bring her comfort, her mom came up with the idea of putting the stars on her ceiling so that Lucie could have the cosmic views illuminating her room at night. It had worked. She stopped needing to sleep in her parents bed within a week.

Lucie's thin eyebrows worm together in annoyance at giving her mom credit for anything.

As far as she is concerned, her mom has never done anything good for Lucie in her entire life.

She wasn't supposed to be grounded anymore. She was supposed to be able to go out with her friends, and inevitably ditch that lame high school party to meet up with Marco and his friends. But her mom caught wind of it somehow and now Lucie is stuck at home on another Friday night.

What makes it more annoying is her dad is out of town, so he isn't able to reason with her unreasonable mother. He is over in the U.S. with her uncle T for a Devils alumni get together. They had dinner with Lio and his roommate last night, which has Lucie feeling a lot of big feels. 

She had begged and pleaded with her dad to go with him.

He said no. Then he said yes, but after talking with her mom, he said no again.

See a common denominator? Lucie does too.

Lexi Hischier is a buzz kill.

One that Lucie can't wait to be rid of when she goes to college next year.

Things have been tense this week without her dad being a referee. Lucie has barely spoken to her mom and when she has, she purposefully speaks back in Swiss German. The frustration had been building in her mom until her rat of a little sister, Mack, started to translate for her mom.

"Stay out of this." Lucie barked.

"I'm gonna tell daddy." Mack had hissed back in Swiss German.

"Lucie. I am not asking you again. English. You know the rules." Her mom finally snapped at dinner. “Mack, work on those vegetables, please.”

"Since when is it my fault you haven't bothered to learn our language?" Lucie hissed back in direct English. Her mom flinched. Lucie didn't wait for her mom to send her to her room. She went on her own. 

To her left, Lucie's phone begins to buzz. She snatches at it, hoping Marco is finally getting back to her after her text. She frowns when she sees her dad's picture pop up. She sends him to voicemail. No way is she touching that. She flops back onto her back, contemplating getting up to paint her nails or try to master winged eye liner again. Both take too much effort, so she goes back to staring at the leftover tape.

Her phone buzzes once, signaling a text this time from her dad.

I'm going to assume sending me to voicemail was an accident. I am giving you one minute before I call again. I better hear your voice in three rings.

Lucia's stomach drops at her dad's fierce words.

Shit.

Sure enough, the minute flips and her dad's contact pops up again with his phone call.

Lucie connects the call but doesn’t say anything.

On the other end, all her dad can do is sigh.

“You have the floor, Lucie.” His stern voice finally comes over.

“Just tell me my punishment.” She snaps back.

“I am not speaking to you in Swiss German. Switch. Now.” 

“I’m more comfortable speaking that than English.” Nico scoffs, then laughs on the other end.

“That’s what you’re going with now, huh?” 

“It is! We live here now. That’s what you decided.” She pops back. “I only speak English at home unlike my classmates.” 

“You do not speak only English at home. As we have talked about since you first could speak, there are times where it can’t be the default language. Fighting with your mother? Not an appropriate use.” Nico redirects her. 

“Why is it our fault that mom can’t-“

“Do not finish that sentence and attempt to paint your mother as the problem here. Your behavior is what we are discussing, Lucie. You do not get to use something that is meant to be a bonding connection to our heritage as a weapon against your mother.” 

“It’s not fair!”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear about what you think is and isn’t fair. You are the child. You do not get to decide every single piece of your life. As your parents, mama and I have a responsibility to keep you safe. And you are making it exceptionally difficult!” His voice raises at the end. “So I don’t want to hear it from you anymore. Clean up your act. Start being a role model for your younger sisters. Follow our house rules and get your ass downstairs to apologize to your mother.” 

Lucie’s eyes widen and her breath gets caught in her throat at her dad swearing at her.

“Do you understand how done I am?” Nico asks after her moment of heavy silence. Lucie nods, then realizes he can’t see. She clears her throat.

“Yes.”

“I may be your father, but I am your mother’s husband first and foremost. I do not tolerate this level of disrespect towards her. By anyone. Ever. This will be the last conversation we have about this, Lucie.”

“Okay.” Lucie’s bottom lip wobbles, but she keeps her voice even. 

“Good. I’m about to FaceTime with your mom and sisters. I’m giving you a five minute grace period. After that, I better see you down there. Smiling. Telling me about your week at school since I’ve been gone. In English.”

Lucie says nothing.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement. I love you, Luc. So much. But there are days, I don’t think it comes close to how much mama loves you. I wish you understood that and took care of her love like she does for you.” Lucie can feel the ache in his voice as he says it.

When he clicks off, she wishes she could have found the courage to say she loves him back.

Lucie takes every second of her 5 minute grace period. When she comes down the stairs, she is small in stature and has red rimmed, glassy eyes. On the couch is her mom and sisters. Her two siblings are cuddled together on one side of their mom. Mack holds the phone, excited to tell Nico all about the new book in the series they are reading together. 

“You’re gonna love it! I can’t wait for you to get home! Can you come home early?”

“No, sweets. But it won’t be long now. Home stretch.” He assures her through a soft chuckle. 

Lucie’s mom lifts her gaze to her daughter. Her little sisters look too, but both seemingly dismiss her presence without another thought. Her mom’s eyes stay trained on her. Then, she flips the tie blanket open on her lap, welcoming Lucie into her other side. Lucie starts to cry thick silent tears at her mom’s forgiveness. She burrows her face into her mom’s chest like she used to as a baby. 

While she cries, Lexi strokes her hair. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad.”

“I love you. A lot.”

“I know.” Lexi assures her. “I love you.”

“I know.” Lucie sighs. 

Isn’t that what makes this all so hard after all?

[rellygc]

Happy Pride Month! ✨ 🏳️‍🌈

Here's the first batch of my six fanarts challenge.

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[ladylooch]

She Thinks We're Just Fishin'

A/N: The date on this one has changed on my WIPS page about 8 billion times, including from yesterday in which I admittedly forgot. LOL! But it's here now, in all it's glory, and early in the morning... at least for me 🤣 We've seen disappointed Miles over Connor knocking up a young Lucie, but this sweetness is the pallet cleanser that they still need.

Word Count: 3.5k

Please also enjoy this throw back inspo song & try not to cry 🎧

Machester, MA

Outside of the waves gently rocking into the side of the boat, silence extends over the two Wood men who are preparing for a day of fishing. Miles and Connor have been fishing together for as long as Connor can remember. There is an easiness about their relationship out here. It’s uncomplicated and simple. They don’t need words or long discussions on tasks. They each know their role and fluidly move about the boat doing what needs to be done.

At the end of his tasks, Miles pops open the cooler, cracking a beer for Connor and one for himself. The two men cheers, sharing similar grins at each other, reflected in their blue, polarized sunglasses.

“Now we just need princess Ariel.” Miles smirks, looking back up the hill towards the house where Stella Wood is still getting ready. 

“Lucie is probably slapping a fifth layer of sunscreen on her.” Connor chuckles as he sits in the passenger seat of the boat, beside his dad. He takes a long gulp of the cold beer, feeling himself relax further into the off-season day. Damn, he loves hockey but days like this are hard to beat on the water.

“That’s okay. Let her take her time. When she’s ready, the fun will begin.” The patience Miles Wood has for Stella is incomprehensible. Connor doesn’t remember him being that way with him on fishing days, but Connor also tended to procrastinate until the last possible second, so he supposes that is fair. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, buddy. Thank you for driving up for this.”

“Me too.” Connor admits.

Sure, that initial conversation about Lucie and him being pregnant did not go over well. But Miles Wood has transformed into the most loving, engaged, supportive grandfather Stella could ask for. He’s right up there on the pedestal with Nico Hischier. It’s like they told Miles it was a girl and all the storm clouds cleared out of his eyes. The Wood family was having a baby girl. Finally!

Since then, Miles has collected handfuls of ‘world’s best grandpa’ apparel and ‘ask me about my granddaughter’ shirts and pretty much anything else he can put on his body announcing to the world he is a grandpa. It’s been a fun awakening to see in his dad for Connor. It’s healed something between the two of them too.

“Daddy?” Connor hears Stella yell out to him as the back door opens. She steps out with Lucie behind her. She’s wearing a rainbow swim suit, pink swim shorts, pink water shoes, and a pink bucket hat over her wild curls. She drags her striped beach towel on the ground behind her, collecting leaves, until Lucie wraps it around her shoulders to keep it somewhat clean. Inside his chest, Connor feels his heart squeeze impossibly tight. He loves that little girl more and more every second of her life.

“I’m comin’!”

Connor grins at his dad. 

“You wanna get her…” He trails off because his dad is already standing, stepping out of the boat to grab Stella from Lucie at the end of the dock. 

“Gandpa, where my stuff?” Stella asks, tilting her palms up to the sky and shrugging her little shoulders. 

“In the boat! Your dad and I got it all ready for you.” Stella’s little steps bring her to the side of the boat. She extends her arms up, fingers wiggling impatiently. Miles lifts her and sets her into Connor’s arms. He can smell the sunscreen lathered up on her. Connor smooches her cheek, then tickles her belly until she squirms and giggles.

“You ready for a fun day?”

“Yeah. Mama said I get a juice box cause I was good about the screen.” She points to her forearm, dragging a finger through a bit of the white sheen on her skin.

“We got ‘em on ice for ya, Stell.” Miles assures her, grabbing one and popping a straw in. He hands the box to her. “Con, where is her life jacket?”

“In the bag.” Connor points to the back bench where the bags were put under the seat. Miles reaches in to grab it and Connor clips it in place on Stella.

“You too?” She wonders.

“Yep. Us too.” Connor agrees, giving his dad a pointed look. Miles nods immediately in compliance. Usually, when it’s the two of them going to this particular spot, they don’t wear life jackets. But with Stella in the boat, and the seriousness of keeping her safe, they put theirs on to be good examples.

“We go!” Stella yells excitedly when the boat motor kicks on. 

“Woo!!!” Miles cheers loudly as he backs the boat expertly out of the boat ramp. As they get farther from shore, they can see Lucie and Kailey sitting on the deck. The girls wave them off and then Miles turns the wheel to head out on the water. 

The expensive boat easily casts through the waves. It’s a calm day in the bay which is going to be perfect for fishing. They are going out to an easy cove where they can anchor and chill for most of their time together. They’ll get good bites, but won’t be crashed around by waves or other people boating around. It’s a hidden, sacred gem that Miles and Connor found when he was about 10 years old. 

To bring Stella there now, for the first time, is so special. 

As they ride along, Stella sits contently in Connor’s lap, sipping her juice box. She pats his forearm on occasion, trying to talk to him. The wind is loud across the water, so Connor has to lean down, getting her lips onto his ear so he can hear. It’s just random statements like “So bright!” In referenced to the sun. “So big!” In reference to the waves. “So fast!” In reference to the boat. And then finally, “I don’t want this.” About her juice box. So Connor finishes the juice for her and tosses it into the trash can. 

They begin to slow down as they get to the cove, not wanting to disturb the water or the fish they are trying to catch. Miles tosses the anchor into the water. 

“Hi fishies!” Stella gasps, waving her little fingers at the water.

“Seeing any?” Connor asks her. 

“No, but I feel them.” She insists. 

“That’s good!” Miles encourages her. “Trust those instinct, Stelly Belly.” 

After getting the boat settled, Miles goes to work on getting Stella’s new fishing rod situated. When he asked her what color she wanted at the sporting goods store, she picked the pink one. But then she asked if it could be sparkly. The store didn’t have one like that, so in the few weeks that have passed since they bought it, Miles Wood has delicately brushed gold glitter onto the entire thing for her. Stella is beside herself with glee seeing it sparkle in the sunlight.

Connor chuckles as he stabilized a jumping Stella with an arm around her.

“Careful, bug. We are on the water so its a bit rocky. Can’t have you falling in as fish bait!” He jokes, poking her tummy. 

“I’m too big!!!” 

“You’re the perfect size for daddy sharks tho.” He puts their noses together then launched to the side, nibbling at her neck like she’s corn on the cob.

“Daddy, no!” She squeaks, pushing him away. “Fishin’s serious.” She points at him.

“She’s already a natural.” Miles beams. “Stell, come here. Let’s get you ready to go.” Miles calls her over. She steps to his side where he kneels down on the boat floor, ready to show her how to bait her hook. 

“Oh. Uh. Probably not.” Connor says, trying to warn his dad with a shake of his head. His dad doesn’t understand the warning.

“So baby, you take a worm and you hook it on.” Miles shows her, piercing through the wiggly sea worm. Stella gasps in horror. 

“Daddy! The worm!!!!!!!” She screams.

Miles pauses, looking at Connor.

“I did something?”

“Yeah, you can’t show her…” Connor shakes his head at his dad. Miles lack of experience as a girl dad is showing.

“Oh… Stell, the worm is fake.” Miles tries. Connor laughs.

“She’s smarter than that.” 

“Always worked on you…” Miles trails off with a giggle.

“Luckily Stella has more of her mom in her than I did.”

Miles pauses, giving his son an annoyed look. Connor shrugs then gathers a still upset Stella into his arms.

“Baby, we talked about this. There are gonna be some worms on the hook. How we gonna catch fish without ‘em? But grandpa won’t show you this time, okay? We will learn how a different day.” Connor kisses her bucket hat, then rubs her back encouragingly. That seems to settle Stella into a calmer head space. She sighs loudly. 

“I need my sunnies.” She waves her hand out dramatically at her dad.

Connor reaches for her bag and grabs them out of there. They are pink daisies that make her look so cool and cute at the same time. She’s his spitting image, but all her beauty really comes from the spunky personality she got from her mom.

As Miles steps into his role as teacher, Connor sits back in his chair again, content to take it all in. Grandpa Miles walks Stella through a slow cast, teaching her about the bobber, and how to be in tune to the feel of a fish on the end of the hook. After several worm replacements, Stella suddenly screams out. 

“Something there! A-a-a fishy! Gandpa get it!”

“You get it!” Miles encourages her. “Pull to the side and set the hook.” Stella does with Miles’ help then gasps again as the line starts drawing out from her pole. “Reel!” Miles grabs her better into his arms and moves her hands a few times to teach her then backs off so she can go for it. “Tilt your pole up towards the sky, sweetheart.” 

In another few moments, a tiny stripped bass comes out of the water on the hook.

Connor jumps up excitedly as Miles get the fish into the boat for her. 

“First fish, baby!!!!!” Connor exclaims excitedly. He grabs his phone and does a photo shoot with her, him, the fish, and his dad. He sends off a few to his wife then holds Stella as she worriedly watching Miles take the fish off. 

“He hurt?”

“No, it’s okay.” Miles assures her. “We are going to let him go back and get bigger. Then maybe we catch him again next year!”

“Oooo yeah. Back to his family!” Stella nods like she understands completely. 

“Yeah.” Miles agrees. “Ready to go again?”

“Ya!” She cheers, bouncing over to her spot again to wait for her freshly baited fishing pole.

For twenty more minutes, Stella goes through the highs and lows of fishing. Miles discreetly puts on worms. The fish eagerly take the bait. Stella tries to get a few hooked but they’re speedy quick and she’s still learning. Despite Miles and Connor giving her pep talks, her interest begins to wain. 

“Are you ready for a break?” Connor asks her as she starts to develop a pout on her lower lip. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Okay. Good job, baby. I’m proud of you! Did good for your first time and were so brave trying something new.” The smile Stella gives him is brighter than the sunshine ricocheting off the blue water. 

“Daddy, I love you and gandpa.” 

“So sweet, cupcake!” Connor kisses her cheek. “We love you too.” 

The rest of the afternoon is spent with the boys taking turns casting out and catching some small fish. Stella does so well sitting with each of them and talking about any thought that flows through her brain. Miles and Connor entertain the big thoughts, but otherwise let Stella constantly chatter to herself or the birds or, of course, the fishies. 

Miles is taking his last few casts before they head back to the house. Stella is dozing on Connor’s chest out of the sun when Miles suddenly hooks into a big one. 

“Whoa!” Miles calls out, waking Stella. 

“Holy crap…” Connor watches his dad’s big rod bend into an arch. “Tuna!?”

“No clue.” Miles grunts. “It’s heavy as hell tho.” 

“Dragging its self down?”

“Yeah. Get the net ready.” Miles grunts out as he fights to reel the fish in.

Ten minutes of fighting gets the fish close enough to the boat that they can see a flash of its scales. 

“Holy shit!” Miles and Connor both exclaim. On the end of that hook is a bluefin tuna- a fisherman’s prize in these waters. 

“Get it in the boat!” Connor cheers to his dad. The fight is exhausting. Stella cheers on encouragement too cause the two men are so excited. Her little yelps and awes help Connor keep track of her while helping his dad reel for a bit too. Then they switch back when Connor gets it closer to the boat.

Finally, the fish is out of fight. With the net, they haul the big fish over into the boat. Miles and Connor hug in excitement then Connor goes to grab his daughter for her to see. 

“Its so big!?” She says in awe.

“Yeah! It’s the biggest we have seen around these parts in awhile.” Miles tells her. The last time they caught a tuna together, Connor was home for the summer from the U.S. development program at 17.

Connor takes pictures again, all of them chuckling at the size differences of the first and last fishes of the day. After, Miles sighs heavily then starts to work with Connor to get the live well ready. It’s within regulation size and will make tons of filets for the freezer.

“It should fit?” Connor asks, unsure.

“We are gonna make it…” Miles mumbles.

“Bye bye fishy!” Stella says from behind them as they get the big fish into the live holding container.

“Oh no, this one is coming home with us, Stell!” Miles tells her. 

Stella’s thin eyebrows weave together. She turns her feet outward to balance on the edges in confusion.

“No?”

“Yeah, it’s a big one! We get to keep one per day, per boat! So this is our one.” 

“His family?” She asks, big blue eyes beginning to swim. 

Connor sucks in a breath, looking at his dad. Oh boy. 

Miles and Connor's identical gazes meet, silently speaking before Stella suddenly interrupts angrily.

"Gandpa, put him back!" She ends the fierce sentence with a big stomp of her right foot. Connor presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop the laughter in his throat. Holy hell, Lucie Hischier is here on the boat with them.

"Stell... babe... this is a big deal. I know it's your first day fishing, but this is a once in a lifetime fish!"

"He needs to go back to his family!!!!!" Her eyes start to turn tumultuous and distressed. She rushes to Connor patting his forearm insistently. "Daddy, help. Tell him!" 

Connor sees both sides... he really does... but he doesn't think his dad quite understands the meltdown that will ensue if that fish doesn't get back in the water. And fast.

"Dad..." Miles baulks at his son, eyes going wide.

"You are kidding me."

"Please." Connor cringes like he too is in pain at the thought. 

"This is dinner." Connor gives his dad a warning glare. "What... it is?"

"NOOO!!!!! We can't eat Bluey!!!!!” Stella extends the name out in a screech that echos over the water.

Well, fuck, she’s named him, Connor thinks, knowing it is truly over now.

Stella starts to scream, panicking as she rushes towards the live well. "No... No!!!" She wails out. A sob of such distress coming from his granddaughter changes everything for Miles instantly.

"Okay! Okay! Okay, Stell. Yes, we will give him back to the ocean." Miles immediately caves at the big tears splashing down her cheeks. "Oh my god, this hurts so bad." Miles shakes his head. "Con, help me get him out.”

And it probably does hurt his dad, especially for someone who has been fishing since he was three years old. But next to him, Connor feels the bond between him and his dad grow deeper than the ocean they're currently sitting in. 

"Thank you." He murmurs to his dad after they watch “Bluey" swim off tiredly. Stella is in Miles' arms and waves goodbye to fishy one last time.

"Stella Wood, I love you more than anything else in this world." Miles murmurs, then puckers his lips for a smooch. "Also your grandma is going to love this story and that's good for me."

Connor rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"We should head back."

Later, around the dinner table which does not include fish, Stella animatedly tells her mom and grandma all about their big fishing trip from Miles' lap.

"And then, um, um, gandpa caught big fishy…. Bluey! Then I tell him to put him back! And then he swim back to his family as we wave bye!"

"Oh wow! What kind of fish?" Kailey asks around a bite of her salad.

"Blue fin tuna." Kailey stills, then collapses into a melty puddle with her arms hitting the table.

"You really put it back?"

“Yeah." Miles sighs, taking in the dreamy look from his wife with a puffed out chest. Lucie looks at Connor for a clue.

"That's the best fish you can get around these parts." He informs her, tracing a heart on her thigh where his hand has been resting.

"Oh wow... that was really sweet." Lucie says to her father in law, smiling tenderly at the thought. Her fingers fold into Connor's and she squeezes them in acknowledgement of what a big deal that is.

"Now fishy has dinner with his family!" Stella concludes. "Like us!" 

Miles chuckles, holding up her latest juice box to her lips. Stella gasps out an "ahhh" when she is done with her gulps.

"Mama, I wanna stay here tonight. Sleepover."

"We are." Lucie reminds her kindly.

"Yeah. Okay. I sleep with gandma and gandpa."

"Sure!" Connor smiles widely. "You'll have to show them your sleep dancing."

"Oh, she's just like you then?" Kailey teases. "I always had a foot in my face when dad was on the road. Most of the time both. It's like he was comforted with his toes up my nose."

"I knew it! I knew that was from him!" Lucie exclaims. "She tries to get her toes in my nose too."

"Yeah, anything weird we chalk up to the Wood side of the family." Kailey winks.

"Works for me." Lucie smirks, stroking her hand along Connor's big shoulders. He rolls his head over to look at his wife. All it takes is one look and Lucie is hiding her blushing cheeks into his bicep. 

At the end of the table, Stella starts to yawn. Soon, she’s tuckered out in her own princess bed with a few select stuffies and her noise machine stirring the sea breeze air.

“Daddy?” Stella asks as he pulls the covers up to her chest.

“Hm?” Connor asks her.

“We go fishin’ again?”

“Of course. We can go whenever you want in the summer.”

“Tomorrow?”

“If it doesn’t rain, yeah.” He agrees.

“And gandpa catch Bluey again so I say hi?”

“Mmm, I don’t think we’ll see Bluey again, babe. He’s too happy to be back with his family.” Connor settles on.

“Oh.” She blinks a long, slow blink, then looks up at him with half opened eyes. “You like Bluey, daddy. You go work but come home to mama and me.” Connor smiles tenderly down at his sweet girl.

“Yeah. I’ll always come home to you. Okay?” Stella nods. “Time for lights out. No sneaking out of here tonight.” He gently bops her nose with his finger. 

“What if I get scared?”

“What did we just talk about? Hmm?? You call for me. I’ll come.” Stella nods seriously, then a big yawn stretches her mouth and closes her eyes. This time, her eyes stay shut. Connor smoothes her hair off her cheek and then leans down to kiss her head. “I love you. Goodnight.” 

Connor tip toes out of the room, then turns around to double check she is still doing okay. He watches as she tiredly lifts a hand to the window across her bed that looks out into the bay.

“Night, daddy bluey.” She murmurs.

Connor knows his daughter's innocence is worth more than having that trophy fish hanging from the mantle downstairs.

He knew that this afternoon too.

It was never about just fishin'.

Read more Lucie and Connor here.

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Jiya & Lucy Preston Characters: Future Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn, Future Jiya (Timeless), Connor Mason, Denise Christopher, Anthony Bruhl Additional Tags: Mentioned Rufus Carlin, Timeless AU, Rittenhouse (Timeless), Time Travel Fix-It, recreating the time team, no wyatt here, Future Fic, Garcia Flynn Deserves Better, Pre-Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Soft Garcia Flynn, Endgame Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, POV Lucy Preston, Lucy Preston's Journal, Badass Lucy Preston, timeless season 1 AU, Mason Industries (Timeless), this isn't sao paulo, ok it is but it isn't, turning timeless on it's head, Sad with a Happy Ending Summary:

Garcia Flynn: “There's a room at Mason Industries, it's in the basement, almost forgotten, but Lucy showed it to me one time. It’s full of documents, photos, letters, all the times that other Lucy's and other Garcia's found each other, some with time travel and Rittenhouse involved, others without any of those elements. It was her way of telling me, of showing me, that we belong together, in every way, in any time and place. There were some common times: 1937, 2014, 1893, 1912, and some common places: São Paulo, Paris, New York, Chicago, Manchester, NJ, and Stanford. Lots of accounts show us meeting in a bar, and the journal is a common theme.” Flynn cleared his throat. “We... we are married in almost all accounts.” At this, Lucy suspected he was blushing, although she couldn’t see him clearly in the dark. “Sometimes there are children, sometimes not. The other Lucy said that we were once one being that became separated, and this was why we always seem drawn to each other.”

[amaclucky13]

Xena Warrior Princess: The Execution - Review

Xena is basically a cat pretending to hate affection but secretly loving it!

Meleager the Mighty has returned to… be executed? What the…? Also, I just want to mention it, because it’s bothering me, but the math isn’t mathing to make the episode murder occur in the right time. Because Xena said that Gabrielle was at the Bard Academy when it happened. But!!!! Gabrielle hadn’t met Meleager yet. So it would make perfect sense that he wasn’t sober yet. He hadn’t met the…

[female-fogbank]

Christmas In July Socmed AU: Lucy tries to organise the Christmas In July dinner and the group is not helpful at all.

Author's note: Yes, Karl knowingly baked a face hugger roast on purpose as he loves to be a dramatic bitch 🤣

[calritchie21]

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omg more tng doodles part 2, electric boogaloo (plus a sneak peek at a wip im working on <3) please talk to me about this show i am going INSANEEEEEEE ok bye <3

racer brothers you’ll always be famous in my heart

[inevitablemoment]

Lovers Losing Hope

An upcoming fic by @inevitablemoment (allonswolfnewtina on AO3)

Twenty-one years after her parents defeated Johnny Bartlett and Patricia Bradley, 15-year-old Julia Bannister is beginning a new school year and finds a new friend in Connor Blake. As their friendship develops, Julia's dreams are soon haunted with visions of her late paternal grandmother and a mysterious young man, apparently seeking her assistance from beyond the grave. With the help of her parents, her aunt Anthea, and Connor, Julia might be able to help both her father and her grandmother finally find peace.

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Can’t find it on AO3 or Fanfiction.net.

Scars of Time by Zealprophet27

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Summary: If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. No era is safe and there doesn't seem to be much of a future to look forward to unless the wrongs are righted.

Status: Completed

Reader Note: I've loved this story for a good long while. Having been part of the Timeless fandom from day one... it broke my heart to see it go. Then, I discovered this hidden gem. And when I say hidden gem, I mean that the whole fucking fandom sleeps on it - which is truly a shame. The Timeless fandom fights hard for the renewal of the show (understandably) but totally sleeps on the wonderful content that is delivered to us by... guess what? THE FANDOM.

I can guarantee that this story fills the void that is Timeless, and offers an adventure that makes you feel like you're watching the show - it's almost as if it never left.

Many are unsure about fanfics (myself included), but this is one well worth taking the time to read - especially if you miss the show as much as I do. It has literally everything for everyone - history, adventure, drama, romance... it covers every character and ship beautifully. Lyatt, Riya, Garcia Flynn, Connor Mason, Agent Christopher - hell, you even see more of Christopher's family than you ever did in the show.

I will scream from the rooftops about this story, which is not something I do. I am very selective in what works I will brag on and damn, this is one that deserves the attention.

Check it on Fanfiction, AO3, hell... you can even find it on Wattpad! Not to mention, this book has a SEQUEL. And it's just as incredible as the first. Highly recommend giving both a read.

Book cover designed by yours truly.

[slu7formen]

MDNI. luke x drunk!reader

luke decides to take care of you when he notices how drunk you are a party, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he showed you so.

warnings: drunk!reader, protective!luke, lil violence, use of yn, allusion to s3x

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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The melody from a stolen radio emerged through the humid night air, barely audible over the loud laughter and shouted conversations of the older campers reunited in the woods. The stars offered little illumination, replaced by the flickering glow of a bonfire fueled by firewood. The air was heavy and hot, filled with the scent of chips, spilled beer, and teenage rebellion. This was a rare ocasion for the senior campers, a chance to forget about monstrous threats and drakon training for a night.

Luke nestled in the shadows of a nearby oak tree, holding a way too warm can of beer to drink now, and listened to his friends, trade their usual brand of mischievous gossip. A comfortable camaraderie settled over him, a welcome respite from the weight of responsibility that pressed down on him as a counselor.

"Did you see Lucy practically drooling over Malcolm after Ally dumped him?" Travis snickered, nudging Connor with his elbow.

Connor snorted, barely containing his laughter. "Ouch, sister drama. Ally must be thinking about drowning her in cheap perfume"

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. The Aphrodite cabin drama was always entertaining, even if a little predictable. He glanced around the clearing, his gaze sweeping over the other campers. A group of Ares cabin warriors were engaged in a play-fight, throwing each other to the ground as they groaned and laughed. He spotted Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter, tending to a small patch of wildflowers. Even at a forbidden party, Katie couldn't resist nurturing something green.

"Hey, Luke" Chris nudged him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You gonna tell us your big secret yet? We all know there's something going on between you and yn"

Luke's smile faltered slightly. "There's nothing to tell" he replied noncommittally, taking a swig of his warm beer, the taste bitter in his tongue. “We’re just friends”

"Oh, come on" Connor pressed, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "We see the way you look at her. Like she's the only girl alive."

Luke rolled his eyes, but a blush crept up his neck under the teasing of his friends. Suddenly, a melodic laugh cut through the din, a sound that sent a jolt through him. It was your laugh, bright and carefree, a stark contrast to the usual reserved demeanor you displayed around camp. He followed the sound, his gaze landing on you amidst a group of campers near the edge of the clearing. But it wasn't your presence that triggered a tightening in his chest. It was the hulking figure of Ares cabin resident, Mark, who stood far too close to you, his arm draped around your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper something that caused another burst of laughter from you.

A sting of jealousy pierced Luke´s insides. He knew it was silly. He and you were nothing more than friends. But still, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna like it when he sees you with some other guy. He watched as you swayed slightly, the red plastic cup clutched loosely in your hand a clear indication of your intoxicated state. Your usually sharp eyes held a glazed look, a vulnerability that made his protective instincts flare.

He saw you and Mark detach from the group, heading deeper into the shadowy woods. There was a part of him that urged him to let you be, to let you enjoy your night. But another, more primal part couldn't shake the image of you, intoxicated and unaware, disappearing into the woods with someone like Mark.

Sighing, Luke pushed himself off the tree trunk. “I´ll be back in a minute” he says to his friends, leaving his can on Travis´ hand. He weaved through the tight and large group of campers, his purpose hardening with each step. You stumbled on a protruding root, giggling at your own clumsiness. Mark steadied you, his hand lingering on your waist in a way that made Luke’s right eye twitch.

"Hey, yn" Luke's voice cut through the air, catching your attention. You turned, your face splitting into a wide, drunken smile.

"Luuuke!" you slurred, swaying towards him with open arms, nearly knocking him over with the force of your hug. Ignoring the glare Mark shot his way, Luke enveloped you in a hug, his nose crinkling at the distinct scent of fruit punch and something a little stronger.

"Whoa there" he chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could smell the sugary sweetness of your lip gloss. "Easy, tiger."

You giggled, your head lolling against his shoulder. You mumbled something nonsensical, giggling at a private joke only you seemed to understand. Your mascara, usually neatly applied, had smudged slightly at the corners of your eyes. Despite the obvious effects of the alcohol, you were undeniably beautiful, the firelight casting warm shadows on your face. "M'so happpy you´re here! Dance with me!" you yelled as you lift your arms, your voice thick with intoxication. Luke felt a pang of worry. You were far too drunk to be alone in the woods with a boy you barely knew.

"Seems like you've had a few too many tonight, huh?"

"Just having a little fun, Luke" you pouted, the way you said his name sounded funny. "Don't be a all couns-, counselor"

He glanced over your shoulder towards Mark, whose jaw was clenched tight. "Yeah, well, maybe a little too much fun" Luke countered, his voice gaining a hint of firmness, but as softly as possible. "Maybe it's time for you to head back to your cabin, yeah?”

"But Mark was showing me…" you began, but were cut off by Mark's snide voice.

"Mind your own business, Castellan" He growled. Luke narrowed his eyes at the Ares camper, a dangerous glint flickering within them. “This doesn´t concern you”

"She's clearly not in control of herself" Luke retorted, his voice low and cold. "Someone needs to make sure she gets back safely. And it won't be you."

Mark scoffed, a humorless sound. "Says who? Why don't you worry about yourself, Castellan?"

The barb hit a nerve. Luke wasn't drunk, but the implication stung. He wasn't about to get into a debate about his tolerance with this ridiculously big guy.

"Look," Luke said tightly, trying to keep his voice calm, "I'm not trying to cause any trouble. I just—"

"Just what?" Mark interrupted, stepping forward, his chest puffing out in a show of dominance. "Going to swoop in and save the damsel in distress? You think she needs rescuing?"

He shot a pointed look at you, who seemed to be lost in your own world, giggling at some private joke as you covered your mouth. The sight of it only fueled Luke's simmering anger.

"Whether she needs help or not isn't the point" Luke growled, his voice strained. "The point is, she's clearly intoxicated and shouldn't be alone with someone she barely knows."

"Barely knows?" Mark echoed, a sneer twisting his lips. "We were just getting to know each other, weren't we, yn?"

He turned to you, his voice dripping with false sweetness. You blinked at him owlishly, then shrugged, a nonsensical answer escaping your lips.

The sight of it was too much for Luke. His fists clenched at his sides. He knew Mark was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him, but it was working. The implication that his concern was fueled by jealousy rather than genuine care was infuriating.

“Now if you excuse us…” Mark pointed out, pulling you to him by your hip as he tried to walk away with you.

But Luke´s had enough. That was the last straw. In a blur of motion, Luke lashed out. He lunged forward, his fist connecting with Mark's nose with a satisfying crunch. Mark stumbled back, roaring in pain, a hand flying up to his now-bleeding nose.

You, however, seemed oblivious to the sudden violence. You blinked at the scene in confusion, your brow creased in a frown as you looked at Mark. "What the-…" your words slurred, lost in the midst of your intoxication.

But before you could form a complete sentence, a wave of fury washed over you. You turned around, shoving Luke hard in the chest, sending him stumbling back a step. "What the fuck, Luke!" you shrieked, your voice laced with a venom that startled him. "Why do you always have to be all over me!?"

The words hit Luke like a physical blow. He wasn't angry at you, not truly. You were clearly out of it, the world a dizzy sight because of whatever it is that you drank. But the accusation stung. Here he was, trying to protect you from a situation you couldn't navigate in your current state, and you saw it as him controlling you.

"yn," he started again, trying to choose his words carefully. "I just-"

"Just what?" you shot back, your voice thick with slurred defiance. "Just what gives you the right to decide what I do?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Luke's heart ached. You were upset, confused, and vulnerable – a dangerous combination amplified by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you sniffed, walking past him fast, head down and all pouty. “You ruined everything” you mumbled, more to yourself than directly to him, but he still heard. Luke watched you go, a wave of despair washing over him. He'd messed up.

He glanced back at Mark, who was clutching his nose and glaring at him with a mixture of fury and grudging respect. "Look, man" Luke sighed, the fight momentarily draining out of him. "That was a cheap shot, I´m sorry"

Mark grunted, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand. "Yeah, well, you got a nice fist, I must say."

There was a hint of grudging respect in his voice, perhaps because he couldn't deny that Luke's concern for you seemed genuine, or because if he recieved another punch, he'd need his nose surgically reattached.

"I wasn´t gonna do much either" he tried to defend himself. “She can´t even walk straight” Mark mumbled, ponting at you, then he turned away and disappeard into the shadows.

Luke glanced back at your retreating figure. He knew he needed to fix things with you, but for now, all he could do was hope you wouldn't hold his overprotective actions against him. He took a deep breath and started following you, determined to apologize and explain his actions once you were sober enough to listen.

Your walk was more of a drunken sashay, hips swaying precariously with each wobbly step. Luke watched you stumble away, a knot of frustration tightening in his gut. He knew you weren't thinking straight, the alcohol muddling your judgment and turning his concern into a controlling act in your eyes.

"yn" he called after you, his voice laced with a pleading he rarely used. "Wait a minute, please."

You ignored him, your focus solely on putting distance between you and Luke. He quickened his pace, catching up beside you.

"Seriously, stop it" Luke's voice was closer now. "You're going to fall on your face if you keep walking like that."

You stopped short, whirling around to face him. “Will you stop following me? This is embarrasing enough, Luke”

"Embarrassing?" Luke echoed, his voice rising in exasperation. "You're practically falling over drunk! You can't just walk around like this."

"I can handle myself" you slurred, puffing out your chest in a show of false bravery. You wobbled slightly, proving his point.

Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look…" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm not trying to be a jerk. I'm just worried about you. You're clearly hammered, and it's not safe for you to be alone."

You scoffed. "Safe? I'm not a little girl, Luke. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, well, right now you can't even take care of your balance!" he retorted, his patience wearing thin. You wobbled again, nearly toppling over before catching yourself on a nearby tree trunk.

"Just stop following me, okay?" you slurred, your voice thick with a pout. "I don't need this from you"

He sighed as your trembling body swayed precariously, threatening to topple over at any moment. Luke knew arguing with you further would be pointless. You were a force of nature in your current state, fueled by both alcohol and indignation. He needed to take a different approach.

With a resigned sigh, he whipped his denim jacket off in one swift motion. Kneeling before you, he draped it around your waist, the familiar scent of him momentarily grounding you. You blinked at him, a flicker of confusion replacing the anger in your eyes.

"What are you—woah!" you yelped before you could finish your question. In a smooth, practiced motion honed from years of wrestling monstrous opponents, Luke scooped you up effortlessly, hoisting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

A surprised shriek erupted from your lips. The world tilted on its axis as you found yourself dangling upside down. The clearing erupted in laughter. A few of the campers who had been watching the whole scene unfold hooted and hollered, their amusement evident. "Careful with that one, Luke!" one of them called out, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Looks like she bites!"

Luke shot him a withering look, his jaw clenched. "Very funny" he muttered, ignoring the whistles and catcalls from the others. His focus was solely on you, the warmth of your body radiating against his back.

“You better put me down!" you shrieked, kicking your legs in the air in a futile attempt to dislodge yourself.

"Not a chance, Short Stuff" Luke called back.

"But I don't want to go back to my cabin yet! The party's just getting started!" You pounded your fists against his back, a feeble attempt at protest. "Seriously, Luke, put me down! I can walk perfectly fine!"

"Uh-huh, you´re right" he said sarcastically, walking down with your full weight on one shoulder as if you were as light as a feather.

You let out a frustrated groan, burying your face on his back. “This so embarrasing!” you cried. You hated that he was right. You were a mess, and the last thing you needed was to stumble around the woods in this state, potentially attracting unwanted attention.

Despite your annoyance, a strange sense of security settled over you as Luke carried you. The rhythmic thud of his footsteps against the earth and the warmth of his hands radiating against your legs as he held you were oddly comforting.

The walk to your cabin, however, was far from peaceful. You continued to mumble incoherent protests, punctuated by occasional swats at his back and what felt like an eternity of "Put me down!"s. But Luke remained undeterred, his jaw set in a determined line.

Finally, after what felt like an hour —but was probably closer to five minutes—, you reached your cabin. Relief washed over Luke as he gently lowered you onto the porch, careful not to jostle you too much.

You glared at Luke, your arms crossed defiantly across your chest. He couldn’t tell if your eyes were truly filled with anger of constantly trying to focus on his face so your world wouldn’t keep spinning.

"Well, aren't you prince charming himself, Mr. Castellan" you huffed, voice thick with a playful slur. "Kidnapping girls and all"

Luke, however, seemed unfazed. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Just get in, sleepyhead" he countered, his eyes gleaming under the moonlight as he opened the unlocked door to your cabin.

You pouted, a childish expression along with the stomping of your feet on the wooden porch. "I could have walked!" you protested weakly, knowing full well it was a lie.

He ignored your protest, stepping past you and gently maneuvering you towards your bed, placing his hand on your lower back as you walked. The cabin was, as expected, empty. Your half-siblings, ever the social butterflies, were undoubtedly wreaking havoc at the party you were now forbidden to attend.

You felt lonely for a second, but it was quickly overshadowed by the warmth that spread through you as Luke helped you onto the bed. You wanted to be furious with him, to unleash the full force of your drunken anger. But the lingering warmth of his touch on your legs and back, the way he so effortlessly hoisted you like a defiant princess, somehow muddled your outrage. The thought was absurd and yet undeniably attractive.

He knelt down in front of you once you sat at the edge of your bed. You could smell the faint scent of woodsmoke and pine needles clinging to his clothes, a comforting aroma that filled your nosestrils instantly.

With a gentle hand, he reached out your calve and started unlacing your boots, his touch surprisingly tender. You watched him in a daze, your head spinning slightly. The world seemed to tilt on its axis again, everything blurring at the edges except for Luke's face. You watched him in fascination as he repeated the process with your other foot.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned, a weak sound that escaped your lips.

Luke, sensing your distress, immediately stopped what he was doing. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he placed one hand on your knee.

You opened your eyes, blinking slowly. "Yeah, just a little…" you trailed off, searching for the right word. "Woozy" you finally managed.

Then, he stood up and looked around. His gaze landed on a package of makeup wipes on your bedside table. Without a word, he picked them up and returned to stand in front of you.

"You might want to clean some of this off" he said, holding up a wipe and gesturing to the smudged mascara beneath your eye.

You were speechless. No one had ever offered to do something like this for you before. A warmth bloomed in your chest, chasing away the remnants of your anger.

He held the wipe out to you, but you didn't take it. Instead, you found yourself blurting out; "Can you do it for me?"

He didn't hesitate. He fully unfolded the wipe as he lowered to you just a little to continue the process of taking care of you, his touch tender.

He was wiping the makeup from your face with a meticulousness that surprised you. You sat there, mesmerized, feeling strangely vulnerable under his watchful gaze even though you kept your eyes closed. The alcohol, combined with the unexpected intimacy of the moment, had rendered you uncharacteristically quiet.

"You didn't have to punch him, you know" you mumbled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

He kept as concentraded in his task as he was before. "Who?" he asked, though you both knew exactly who you were talking about.

"Mark" you clarified.

Luke sighed, going for your other eye. "He was… well, he was clearly taking advantage of your state" he explained patiently.

"How do you know?" you challenged, a sliver of defiance still clinging to your voice.

"Because I know you, yn" he said softly, his gaze locking with yours. "You think I would´ve done what I did if you were sober?"

His words hit you like a wave of realization. Shame washed over you, hot and prickly. You hadn't realized how vulnerable you were, how easily manipulated under the influence of your drink. “There we go” He stopped his movements eyes. “All clean” he announced as he placed the dirty wipes over your bedside table.

"I-, I'm sorry" you mumbled, looking down at your lap, playing with the edges of your miniskirt. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

He knelt down again, this time untangling his denim jacket from around your waist. As he spoke, his voice was laced with a quiet understanding. "Listen, I know you might be mad at me for… well, everything. But I wasn't trying to ruin your night. I was just worried about you. You were drunk… you are drunk” he said playfully, reaching out and squeezing your cheek as if you were a little kid. “and that Ares guy –, didn't exactly seem like he wanted to be nice, and I can’t handle that. You can´t go around with people you don´t know, you know better than that" his voice dropped again.

He was right, of course. You were a demigod, trained to be aware of your surroundings and the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Yet, tonight, you'd thrown all caution to the wind, blinded by the effects of vodka and fruit juice and the fleeting attention of a stranger.

A pang of guilt washed over you. You squeezed his hand, a silent apology for your earlier outburst.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in return, his lips curving into a small smile. “Besides, we´re friends, right?”

The word felt cold, heavy with unspoken meaning. Friends. You and Luke. The idea was both familiar and exhilarating, a spark igniting somewhere deep within you. You didn´t say anything, but Luke didn´t need you to.

He stood up again and leaned down, surprising you by brushing a light kiss on your forehead. It was a chaste gesture, meant to be comforting, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"Go get some sleep" he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'll check on you in the morning."

He started to turn away, but before he could take a step, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait" you stammered, your cheeks flushing crimson.

Luke turned back, a questioning eyebrow raised. In that moment, the alcohol-fueled bravado that had propelled you through the night seemed to evaporate. You were left with a newfound shyness, a sudden awareness of the intimate atmosphere that had settled between you.

"Can you..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "can you stay a little?"

Luke stared at you for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He didn't answer immediately. He stood there for a long moment, studying your face, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken emotions.

Emboldened by a newfound courage, you stood up from the bed. You were still a little unsteady on your feet, the remnants of alcohol making your movements slightly wobbly.

Reaching out, you stopped in front of him, his height suddenly a towering presence. You closed the gap between you two in a second. Now you were standing impossibly close, your body brushing against his.

Looking up at him, you were struck by how tall he seemed, how broad his shoulders were. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you registered the clean scent of his cologne, one that you hadn’t noticed before, a scent that suddenly seemed incredibly appealing.

"Luke" you whispered, your voice barely a breath, your eyes tracing the outline of his lips. "When did you get so tall?"

He chuckled softly, a low rumble that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. "Maybe you just haven't noticed before" he replied, his voice a husky murmur.

The playful banter momentarily broke the tension, but the air between you still crackled as heavy as it could. Your gaze drifted back to his lips, now so close you could almost feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

They were full, inviting, and in a moment of drunken bravery, you found yourself leaning closer, your lips hovering just a breath away from his. "You smell good" you mumbled, your voice slurred but filled with a newfound confidence.

Luke swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. He was dangerously close to you, the heat radiating from your body a tangible thing in the cool cabin air. His muscles tensed, a battle raging within him between concern and a growing desire.

You reached out and toched his thigh, your fingers brushing against the worn fabric of his jean. Slowly, teasingly, you trailed your hand upward, until you reached his belt, hooking one finger to it, and you pulled him even closer to you. The movement was subtle but undeniably provocative, sending a jolt of electricity through Luke's body.

He stood frozen, mesmerized by the sudden boldness you exuded. This wasn't the girl he knew, the playful friend who teased him mercilessly. This was a stranger cloaked in the familiar, and the effect was intoxicating.

His own breath came out in a ragged sigh. Every rational part of him screamed at him to step away, to put some distance between the two of you. You were clearly inebriated, and taking advantage of that wouldn't be right.

But another part of him, a more primal part, yearned to close the gap between you, just a breath away. He had always found you attractive, drawn to your quick wit and fiery spirit. But the line between friendship and something more had always felt too blurry to cross.

Now, with the inhibitions lowered by alcohol, that line seemed to have vanished entirely.

He leaned in closer, the space between your faces shrinking with each passing moment. The scent of your coconut perfume and something uniquely you filled his senses, further muddling his already clouded judgment.

"yn" he began, his voice husky, a warning more for himself than for you.

"Stay" you whispered, your lips still hovering tantalizingly close to his. The raw need in your eyes mirrored the war raging within him. “Stay and make me yours, Luke. Please”

His hand reached up, cupping your jaw as his gaze locked with yours. You tilted your head into his touch, a silent invitation.

"We can't do this, gorgeous” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You're not sober”

"I don't care" you interrupted, your voice thick with a desperation that surprised even you.

Luke felt his resolve crumble. He wanted this, just as much as you did. The idea of kissing you, of finally exploring the feelings that had simmered beneath the surface for so long, of touching you, feeling you, was undeniably tempting.

But a sliver of sanity remained. He knew that taking advantage of you in this state would be a betrayal of your trust, something he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.

"But I do" he countered, his voice firm yet gentle. "If I'm doing this with you, I want to do it right. When you're sober and can make a real choice. When you can remember"

A wave of disappointment washed over you, but a tiny voice in the back of your head, untouched by the alcohol's haze, whispered its thanks. He was right. This wasn't the way you wanted things to happen.

So you nodded slowly, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Alright" you mumbled, letting go of his belt loop. “Can you still stay a little longer, though?”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to your cheek, the touch feather-light, sending another wave of warmth through you.

"Go to sleep, trouble" he chuckled, the sound warm and familiar.

You walked back onto the bed, a strange mix of disappointment and relief swirling within you. As you drifted off to sleep, Luke pulled a chair beside the bed and settled down, keeping a silent vigil over you.

You immediately fell asleep, your mind could be running as fast as it could, but your body told another story. He watched you sleep for a moment, then left and went back to the party.

On his way back, he couldn’t help it but smirk to himself, a gushing and warm feeling rushing on his chest as he realized how close he had you. How his feeling were not so oblivious to you, and now that he knew, he wouldn’t have to work so hard to have you, or hide any longer.

[battleshipgarcy]

My 2 favourite TV episodes of all time:

The X-Files 620 "The Unnatural" ❤👽⚾️ 1947

Timeless 206 "The King of the Delta Blues" ❤🎸🎶 1936

Fun Fact! Both episodes premiered on USA TV in the month of April. The Unnatural: 25 April 1999. The King of the Delta Blues: 22 April 2018 <- that's 19 years apart!

[ladylooch]

Lucie's POV of Mack Leaving

This one realllllly got away from me, thus the separate post. I never know what header image to put in these types of circumstances but considering it's Lucie's POV I'm giving it Lucie and Connor's pic.

Anyways, this has been in my drafts for a long time.... hope you enjoy this extra layer of Mack dashing out of New York.

From this request

Word Count: 3.1k

Note: Mack and Lucie are talking in Swiss German a lot in this. IT is marked as such in italics.

Lucie Wood stares blankly down at the skillet of scrambled eggs cooking on the stove. While the yellow peaks continue to form, Lucie vividly replays the conversation her and her husband had with David Carlson over a year ago. She thought they had been crystal clear with David to not get involved with her younger sister. It had nothing to do with being worried about Mack and everything to do with concern for David.

The conversation came shortly after Mack and David spent a majority of Stella’s birthday party snipping and huffing at each other. Connor and Lucie had been sharing glances at the non-stop, harmless bickering. Mack was trying to be on her best behavior for Stella’s day, but David found every single one of her buttons and pressed just to watch her squirm. Mack finally threw in the towel, literally, when David kept accidentally jostling her shoulder while they were cleaning the hand wash only dishes.

Connor and Lucie hugged Mack goodbye, then sat at the counter watching David finish on his own.

“Lose the shit eating grin.” Connor advises to his defensive partner when he comes back from seeing Mack out to her car.

“What?” David asks innocently, white suds collecting up his forearms.

“She’s not for you.” Connor shakes his head, sitting back on his barstool at the kitchen counter.

“She doesn’t know she’s for me yet…” David insists, smiling as he rubs the sponge over a serving platter.

“She likes being single and unattached.”

“For now.” David laughs.

“David, Connor is right. Mack is not a relationship girl.” Lucie warns. “She likes the freedom of not bring tied down. Also, she’s a little mean. I love her. But she’s mean, especially when backed into a corner like you keep doing to her. If I were you, I would steer very clear.” 

“Are you telling me I can’t try?” David pops an eyebrow at Lucie. His gaze also slides to Connor, including him in on that question.

“We don’t want you to get hurt.” Lucie bites her bottom lip. David was very clear that he was done with hook ups when he returned to New York after the previous summer. He drawled about it being time to simmer down and wait for his future wife.

The thought of David thinking Mack was his future wife had Lucie breaking out in a sweat. This was bound to end poorly. 

Lucie was telling the truth about not wanting David to get hurt, but also it was all a bit self-involved. If things kept trending in this direction with Mack and David, it was hard to imagine there not being a volcanic eruption between the two of them where everyone got burned.

“And then it did.” Lucie mutters to herself presently, shoving the eggs around in the pan with force.

Even though she knew this was going to happen, Lucie was surprised when Connor came home two days ago with the news that something was brewing with Mack and David. A storm had formed quickly and now Hurricane Mack was steamrolling out into the Atlantic. Typical boy, he had no actual details for her and then Mack went radio silent. Her sister hasn’t responded to a single text, DM, phone call, or SOS sent by Lucie in almost 48 hours. 

Lucie is worried about her sister, but she is also hurt. If what Connor was saying is true, and Mack is running, David isn’t the only one she is running out on. For Mack to not acknowledge that has a pinch forming in Lucie’s nose.

“How are you feeling?” Connor asks Lucie, breaking her away from the eggs. 

“Upset.” She says even though she knows Connor was inquiring about her morning sickness. 

“The eggs are burning, babe.” He says as he stands up from his chair and begins walking over to her. 

“Shoot.” Lucie sighs. 

“I got it. Go sit down. You’re already doing important work.” His hand crawls across her abdomen before he takes the hot pan from her. Lucie puts both hands on her face, scrubbing at her skin as she sighs.

“I can’t believe Mack left.” 

“Eh, you can. I think we all can.” Connor shrugs. Lucie can tell he is purposefully keeping his face neutral. He’s between a rock and a hard place right now with the players being his best friend on the team and the girl he considers a little sister in every sense of the word.

“I’m sorry. This is probably hard for you.” She acknowledges. Her hands go to his bare back, tracing the etched muscles there comfortingly. He shrugs his large shoulders, causing Lucie’s hands to fall down to his hips.

“We love them both.” He says as Lucie’s phone begins to chime out across the kitchen.

She walks over to her phone, swiping across the home screen to reveal a text from her mom.

Any idea why your sister is home?

“Didn’t you say Mack told David she was going to Ireland?” Lucie verifies with Connor.

“Ya.” Connor answers on his walk back from the fridge with fresh eggs.

“She’s home…” Lucie trails off.

“I don’t know. That’s what David said to me yesterday.”

Lucie walks over to the couch with her phone in her hand. Mack in Switzerland and not on assignment is… unlike her. The anger and frustration she had a minute ago, begins to bleed away, being replaced by worry. Ugh, why can’t Mack just answer her damn phone? If Lucie could talk to her-

“Babe.” Connor calls to her from the kitchen. Lucie turns her brown eyes to him. He leans against the counter by the stove, arms crossed over his thick, bare chest. Lucie’s pregnancy hormones alert in her body. She could take him down in that kitchen in under five seconds. But then he begins to cautiously shake his head at her. “Get your butt out of this. Your sister has been running from something for a long time. It’s time for her to figure this out on her own.” 

Easy for the only child to say.

Lucie is an eldest sister. They aren’t built to leave things like this to chance or fate or stubborn middle children who have no idea what they are throwing away.

“If I tell my dad, he’ll go talk to her.” Lucie reasons to Connor. “He will know what to say.” Her husband rubs at his chin with his thumb. “I won’t technically be that involved.” He gives a resolved nod then turns away to finish her eggs as she dials her dad’s number.

Nico answers on the first ring and Lucie switches to Swiss German.

“Mack is home?” Lucie asks him.

“Ah, well, she’s at the cabin.” Nico responds in English. “Mama is with me.” It’s Lucie’s cue to switch too. Well, there goes her plan to keep her husband in the dark.

“Hi mama.”

“Hi Luc.” 

“So you haven’t seen her?”

“We saw her on the cameras yesterday. I texted her and she insisted she was fine.” Lucie can’t help but scoff. She’s fine? How could she be? Where does she get off ditching town and leaving a trail of destruction in her damn path? “What’s going on?” Her mom sighs.

“Mack broke things off with David because she’s an utter moron.”

“Luc.” Connor sighs from the kitchen behind her. “This does not sound like staying out of it.” Lucie ignores him.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to her that she thinks running from any sort of feeling is the right choice, but she took off like a bat out of hell. She didn’t even tell us she was leaving. Just packed her shit up from David’s place and headed off to the airport. She was supposed to be going to Ireland on assignment, so news to all of us left in her wake her that she is in Switzerland.”

Nico sighs heavily like he is already tired.

“Have you talked to her?” Lexi questions.

“No!” Lucie snaps angrily. “She won’t answer me. I’m about to sic Sophie on her.” It is one thing for Mack to avoid Lucie. It would be another thing entirely for her to avoid the youngest Hischier.

“If Mack wants space, we should give that to her.” Nico says wisely through the phone. “If we back her into a conversation, it could go sideways, fast.”

“Not if you’re the other part of that conversation…” Lucie suggests.

“I don’t really want to get involved here, Luc. Mack is an adult. She can make her own choices.”

“She’s making the wrong ones. You and mama were up my butt when I pulled stuff like this!”

“You were under our roof then. Also this is a far cry from the night you almost spent in jail.” Lucie puffs out in frustration. Behind her, she swears she can hear Connor snicker under his breath. When she glares over her shoulder at him, all she can see is his back at the stove scraping her eggs onto a plate. Her parents were so strict with her as the oldest and so lax when it comes to her younger sisters. The trend continues even now into adulthood. 

“I think someone should get eyes on her…” Lexi fills in after a few moments of tense silence. “I worry about what may be going through her mind right now.” It is rare for her mom to disagree with her dad. The fact that her mom is worried makes Lucie’s frustrations shift back to unease. 

“She’s not thinking right, daddy.” Lucie says quietly, thickening her words. “You haven’t seen them together like I have.” Her voice slowly drops into a whisper as she picks at pilled cotton on her sweatpants. “They’re good together. The best. Something is wrong for Mack to be running.”

“Are we sure David hasn’t… done something?” Nico wonders uncomfortably.

“He wouldn’t do anything that would make him lose her.” Lucie insists. “He’s so good, daddy. To her. To us. To everyone. It’s who he is in his core.” 

“Alright.” Nico seemingly agrees. “I’ll pack a bag and head up there.” 

After a few more minutes, the call ends so Nico can start the trek through the mountains. Lucie types away on her phone, responding to Sophie text about why is Mackie being weird? Along with a screenshot of Mack’s one word, text responses.Lucie keeps it vague, not wanting to stir the pot more than she has already. But also to save Sophie from some of this worry floating through the family. She still wants to protect both her sisters as much as possible from the storm. Connor comes around the back of the couch, passing the plate of eggs over her shoulder. He also toasted some wheat bread for her and put her favorite strawberry jam on top. 

“I love you.” She sighs, happily taking the plate from him.

“I love you too even though you can’t help yourself.” He drops a kiss on her puckered lips.

“I’m trying to help. I promise I have good intentions, babe.”

“I know.” Connor sighs like he’s resigned to it. At this point in their marriage, he knows it’s no use standing in front of Lucie. She’s a freight train when she puts her mind to something and getting in the way only causes more damage.

Connor doesn’t say anything else, but gets to work on cleaning up the kitchen. 

Lucie begins tentatively eating her eggs, hoping to avoid a morning sickness episode.

“We did warn him…” Lucie says quietly.

“Yeah.” Connor says with a frustrated huff. “But the heart wants what it wants.”

Lucie knows Connor is talking about David.

But right now, she can’t fathom how Mack’s heart couldn’t want David’s back. 

- - -

Lucie isn’t surprised to see Mack outside of her door after the boys head to practice following their reunion dinner the night before. As stubborn and avoidant as Mack can be, she also recognizes when it’s better to rip the bandaid off than continuing to suffer. 

“Stella is here.” Lucie says in Swiss German. “And I want to swear at you so stick here.”

“No cash for the lego jar?”

“Not enough.” Lucie gives her sister a displeased grin. Mack grimaces.

“Okay.” 

“What are you saying!?” Stella asks as she bounds over to Mack’s knees. She clutches both of them in her hands and Mack pretends like she’s going to fall over.

“It’s adult time, baby.” Lucie says to her daughter. “What movie are we going to watch next? Moana is over.” She distracts Stella who bounces back into the living room to flip through Disney+. 

It takes sometime for the two sisters to settle in enough to begin their conversation. Stella wants help picking a movie from Mack. Lucie disappears down the hall then comes back dressed for the day. Mack helps herself to a coffee then sits down on the couch across from Lucie. Lucie studies her sister, saying nothing, waiting for Mack to start this. She was the one who showed up at her door. She can take the first steps on the bridge.

“I’m sorry.” Lucie purses her lips, narrowing her eyes. “I am, Luc. I freaked out. I didn’t have the capacity to come down here and explain all my reasonings as I was spiraling.” 

“What about the days after that?”

Mack pauses, staring at Lucie.

“You were too close to him.” Mack admits. Lucie scoffs.

“I’m your sister. Not his.”

“I also knew you were going to be so mad at me, which was fair. But I didn’t want to deal with it when I was trying to…” Mack trails off, looking down at her fingers. She chips at a piece of her thumb nail. “Process, I guess.” 

“I’m still mad at you, Mack.” Lucie says honestly. “I am so mad that you ran. That you bolted out of here and hurt someone I care about. I’m mad that you put Connor in a tough position at his job. I’m upset because I wanted to tell you I’m pregnant again in a completely different way, but instead it is what it is now. I’m mad that you had no problem texting Sophie back but didn’t get me the same fucking respect. I love you. But you’ve hurt a lot of people I love in the last few weeks. A lot of people who love you too. So quit with these timid explanations and tell me what happened.”

“I got scared.” Mack blurts. “I got so afraid of how in love with him I am. He’s perfect. You’re right. You’ve always been right about that. And who the hell am I to be the person that he loves? I don’t deserve that. Fuck, I came back and he wasn’t even mad anymore. He forgave me the minute he saw me. I deserve that person? The girl who is allergic to love? No. I don’t.”

Silence fills the room.

“Mackie…” Lucie sighs, feeling tears sting her eyes.

“What if he wakes up five, ten, fifteen years from now and thinks ‘I wish I had picked someone else’. Its terrifying, Lucie. To be someone’s forever. That’s a lot of faith in one person.”

“Mack.” Lucie opens her arms to her sister. Mack crawls over and face plants into her chest. Lucie ignores the protesting of her squished, pregnancy boobs, squeezing her little sister tight to her chest. “You see yourself with him in fifteen years?”

“I only see myself with him. It’s like life before him doesn’t exist anymore and fuck anything after him.” 

“I wanna snuggle!” Stella insists, worming her way up onto the couch. Mack opens her arms up and takes Stella’s weight onto her frame. Her little hand smears Mack’s tears across her cheeks. “It’s okay! We can call Uncle Davey and he will make it better.” This makes more tears fall from Mack’s eyes but she nods to her niece.

“He’s good at that, huh?”

“Being loved by you is a gift, Mack.” Lucie murmurs. “He is lucky and even better, he knows it. But you have some work to do that has nothing to do with him.” Mack nods in agreement.

“I have a monster in me.”

“We all do.” Lucie murmurs.  “But it’s ours to love and hold and acknowledge so it doesn’t take over our decisions. We can’t run from that part of us. Because it will keep showing up, usually when we really don’t want it to.”

“I love you, Lulu.” Mack sighs, running her fingers through Stella’s hair. 

“I love you too.” Lucie places her hand on Mack’s back to scratch it in comfort. “And for the record, I love David too, but you’re my sister. If he hurt you, I would kill him.” 

“End his hockey career, no?” Mack chuckles.

“I said what I said and I meant it.” Lucie huffs.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. And took your pregnancy announcement. I am very excited for you guys. Connor must be over the moon?”

“So excited. He’s been trying to get me pregnant for three years.” Lucie chuckles. “I am too. This one,” Lucie taps Stella’s head. “Struggling a bit with the concept.”

“She doesn’t know the gift of a sibling yet, but she will.” Mack murmurs. 

“I can’t imagine life without you and Soph.”

“Might be easier?”

“No.” Lucie chuckles. “A lot more boring. And having all of mom and dad’s attention would be hell.” Mack laughs. 

“So, you called dad to tell him as payback?” 

“No. I called him because I knew he would know what to say. Like he has with me over the years, especially the times I didn’t want to hear it.” 

“He is annoyingly good at this kind of stuff.”

“Yeah.” Lucie sighs, switching to English. “Wanna go get some food? I’m craving a cheeseburger.”

“Sure.” Mack agrees, sitting up and pulling Stella with her. “Wanna go to McDonalds?” Mack asks, wiggling her eyebrows at her niece.

“Yeah!!!!!!” She sprints off the couch, running down to her room to grab her shoes.

On their journey for a cheeseburger, Stella walks between the two sisters, hand tucked in each of theirs as she babbles about all the plans she has for Connor when he gets back from practice.

“Daddy has a game tonight.” Lucie reminds Stella, trying to temper her expectations.

“Okay, then Uncle Davey.”

“He also has a game.” Mack reminder her niece.

“Okay, fineeeee, you two can play with me.”

Lucie and Mack share a look then start to giggle.

Finally, everything feels back to normal.

[tartrazeen]

Connor: oh my god were we in yours

Echo:

Connor:

Echo:

Connor: that was just that once-

Echo: GIVE ME BACK MY KEY.

I think Connor got a bit more than he bargained for.🤭

A very late Reverse AU comic for the DbhKissCam prompt. Thank you @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for making the event!💙

[amaclucky13]

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