#fic: timeless

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: amara prince in "timeless" ( pre-cacw - tfatws )

Everything in time, fades. That much James Buchanan Barnes knew, even if the rest of his life was scattered to the winds while his past comes to him in unwanted flashbacks amongst the cobblestone streets of Bucharest, Romania. He earns what he can and keeps his head low to the ground, wishing never to be found. Until an antique shop filled with memorabilia from the war draws him out of his shell and into contact with a woman that triggers a memory long forgotten. Of nights in a German prison camp and an unfulfilled promise. But Amara Prince, despite bearing the same resemblance to the woman he once knew, has no memory of him or the war. Her artwork, however, reveals a different story entirely. He sees the exact camp he was imprisoned in, the exact men he served beside, he sees Steve and Peggy and the Commandos painted in red, white, and blue splattered across the canvas, and he knows--despite all impossibility--that Amara Prince is the woman he made a promise to all those years ago.

but before they can go home, the two must discover what makes Amara timeless.

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[susanpxvensie-wp]

TIMELESS, rick o'connell

In 1999, Egyptologist Emma Hawthorne is walking through the tomb of the unknown daughter of Seti I, Nefertiri, that she has just discovered. But when she emerges, it is not 1999, but 1925. Somehow, she has travelled through time. Not only is she a) not white, and b) a woman, Emma finds herself completely out of her depth in a time period she only briefly learned about in history classes. Luckily, Emma meets Layla, who, as it turns out, has been through the same situation, and as a result, has been watching over Nefertiri's tomb for over thirty years. From there, Emma decides to track down Evelyn Carnahan, whom Emma knows in 1999 as an old woman; thanks to her book, The Life and Death of Nefertiri, Dr Carnahan might be the missing link and a chance for Emma to go home. The only problem: Dr Carnahan won't write the book for another two decades and knows nothing about Nefertiri — she isn't even a doctor yet! As a result, Evelyn and her older brother, Jonathan, are kind enough to allow Emma to pose as their cousin from their mother's side of the family. For a whole year, Emma carries on her ruse and manages to find a part-time job at a bookshop, all the while trying to figure out 1920s life. She resigns herself to the fact that this is her life now... until Evy ropes her into a quest to find Hamunaptra, an ancient city that scholars have deemed a myth. Jonathan has found — no, stolen — a map detailing the way to the City of the Dead, which in turn leads them to Cairo Prison, where they save deserter Rick O'Connell from his death sentence. He is the only person who has been to Hamunaptra and lived to tell the tale, so they have no choice but to bring him along. But their trip goes awry when Evy reads from the Book of the Dead and awakens the cursed High Priest Imhotep. Suddenly, their ragtag group is forced to save the world, which the undead mummy has plans to destroy and resurrect his lover, Anck-Su-Namun. A two-thousand-year-old mummy coming to life and ancient curses mean that finding a way home doesn't seem so impossible anymore. But Emma has grown fond of Rick, Evy, and Jonathan, and she realises that if she were to never return home, she would be perfectly fine with that — and, if she were to return home, she would spend the rest of her life missing them. When Emma falls in love, well, it will be timeless.

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[datauthorress]

It all fell, it all fell down, it all fell down, eh It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down (And all I gave you is gone) it all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down

"You took him from me!"

[rowdyluv]

curious hands

summary: Luke’s first time pleasuring Rosey.

word count: 3.13k

warnings: MDNI, 18+, fem!rec fingering, alludes to oral, mentions of hand jobs, pet names, foul language, smut

notes: this was supposed to be released as apart of a collection where every “first” was posted together… someone forgot their password to Dropbox so everything is being rewritten!! I guess you could say “the rest is still unwritten”

The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the cozy basement, a warm embrace that seemed to echo the comfort of the plush couch against the wall. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the string lights that had been meticulously draped over the ceiling beams a few years back, creating a cozy ambiance that was nice contrast to the stark off white walls. The TV, already on from Luke’s gaming marathon that ended not too long ago, stood tall in the corner. The television served as the only source of light in the room that didn't flicker or cast many shadows. The floor was littered with a rainbow of throw pillows and a plush rug that felt like a cloud underfoot. The setup was perfect for their weekly tradition of a romantic movie night in.

Rosey descended the stairs, her hands carefully balancing a tray of goodies. In one hand, she had a bottle of chilled water that dripped condensation onto her fingers, leaving a trail of wetness. The other hand held a bowl brimming with popcorn, the buttery scent wafting up to tickle her nose. She had also brought a brand new bag of chips hanging from her mouth, the sound of the crinkling plastic a gentle reminder of the salty delight waiting to be shared. She was wearing a simple navy Michigan tee of Luke’s, from when Quinn was there, that fell loosely around her figure, and a pair of Luke’s oversized boxers. His go to overnight tournament “pajamas” or when she stays at the Lake house pjs. The soft fabric brushed against her skin with every step, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face which was flushed by the way Luke was looking at her. She felt like a princess in his eyes even in pajamas.

Her bare feet padded quietly on the cold, hardwood floor, carrying her to the edge of the couch where Luke sat, his eyes adverted back to the TV, his thumbs playing a rhythm on his thighs in attempt to not think of her in his clothes. In the loose on him boxers. He looked up at her, his gaze traveling from her eyes to the snacks and then back at her once again, only allowing himself to take a perusal of her this time a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Nice look.” He smirked, leaning back and lifting his legs to rest his feet on the table.

Rosey playfully rolled her eyes, dropping the bag of chips next to him. “Thanks, I got it at this really unique place that only I can shop at Luke Hughes’s Closet.” She smiled at him before they both let out honest laughs.

“I hope no one else is shopping my closet, looks best on you.” Luke murmured against her cheek as he pressed multiple kisses against it.

The screen flickered to life as Luke hit play, the opening scene of the original Dirty Dancing unfurling before them. The music began to play, the vibrant beats of the opening credits syncing with the dance of the shadows thrown by the lights. He took the bowl of popcorn from her and placed it on the floor in between them, his eyes never leaving hers.

The first few scenes passed in a blur as they both settled into the plush couch cushions, the familiarity of the film's start bringing a sense of nostalgic comfort. But the air grew charged as the plot began to thicken, the chemistry between Baby and Johnny mirroring the unspoken tension between Luke and Rosey. He leaned back, his arm extending along the back of the couch, his fingers playing with a loose string of the throw pillow, his eyes flicking to her hand that was resting on the couch, so close to his leg.

Suddenly, Luke stood up with a stretch, the muscles in his arms flexing under the fabric of his t-shirt. "Gonna hit the bathroom real quick," he announced casually, his voice a little gruffer than usual. The sudden movement made Rosey's heart jump a beat. She tossed him a funny look, he’d never been so out there with his need to go, it’s usually a soft touch with a whisper acknowledgment. Not a loud announcement to one person.

With him out of the room, she took the opportunity to grab her phone from the table, they both tried not to be on them when together. The screen glowed a cool blue in the dimness, a blurring difference to the warm tones of the room. Her thumbs danced over the screen as she scrolled through their week's worth of texts, a blush creeping up her neck. The air thickened as she read through their playful banter, the way they had both danced around the topic of taking their relationship to the next level. The anticipation had been building like a crescendo, and she could feel the tension in the room pulsing like a heartbeat.

His words from their texts played over and over all day long in her mind like a secret melody wrote just for her, each message a teasing verse that grew bolder as the week progressed. She re-read his playful comparison of his hands to hers, the way he hinted at the size difference. Their size difference. Her breath caught as she read his words, "Just think about it, baby, how much of a difference there is between your hands and my hands it’s mostly all fingers. What do you think my fingers will feel like? Do you think I can make my pretty girl come?." Her pulse quickened, and her hand unconsciously strayed to the spot between her legs, the heat building there once again.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, tracing the line of their conversation, her heart racing as she remembered his texts from earlier that day. "I’ve been thinking about those hands of yours all week," he had written, "imagining what they'd feel like wrapped around me. Watching you use both, still struggling." She had replied with a blushing emoji, playing along with the game, but deep down, she was craving the reality of it. Was Luke really that thick or was he insinuating he was big in general?

The thought of his large, strong hands on her made her insides quiver with excitement.

The sound of Luke's footsteps returning grew louder, echoing down the hallway and into the basement. Rosey quickly slid her phone across the coffee table, her cheeks flushing a deep red, as she hoped he hadn’t noticed her distraction. The creak of the floorboards grew closer, and she swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the TV as if the plot of Dirty Dancing could somehow hold the answers to her questions.

“Ro? You feeling okay babe, you’re really flushed” Luke’s tone was laced with worry as he sat back down, grabbing her face softly.

“Yeah, yeah, yes. I’m good. I swear Lukey,” she assured him with a smile that was more of a grimace, doing her best to control her urge to make out with him right there and then. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort.

Luke studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. He knew her well enough to see the desire smoldering beneath the surface, but he also knew her enough to realize she was holding back. He leaned in closer, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You're sure?"

"Mhm hmm, swear," she replied, her voice breathy as she squirmed on the sofa, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. She shifted her weight, the fabric of the boxers rubbing against her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The urge to lean into him, to feel his warmth, was overwhelming. His thumb brushed over her cheek before he placed a simple soft kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry baby, but I don’t believe you.” His voice was gruff, both hands now held her face. “So let’s try again, Ro? Are you feeling okay?”

Rosey felt the heat from his palms and the pressure of his thumb as it grazed her cheek, a silent question hanging in the air. She took a deep breath, the room spinning slightly with her desire for him. She whispered, her voice a bit shaky. “Tell me are you all talk or did you mean all you sent me?"

"Oh, I'm definitely not all talk, baby." Luke grinned. “I want to know what this is all about. Every damn thing with you”

With that, he shifted his weight, his movements as graceful as the dancers on the screen despite his size. He leaned in, his hands sliding around her waist, lifting her slightly as he repositioned himself over her. The couch cushions gave way under them, enveloping her in a cloud of comfort as she lay on her back, Luke hovering above her.

“God, how did I end up so lucky to be with you?” Luke whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes searched hers, a mix of awe and desire swirling in their depths. “You’re the prettiest person in the universe, Ro,” he managed to say, his words choking up.

Rosey's heart skipped a beat at his earnestness, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing against the barely there stubble that had formed over the week. "I'm the lucky one," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, “now kiss me Luke Warren”.

And with that, their mouths collided in a fiery kiss that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Luke's lips were soft yet firm, his tongue delving into her mouth with a hunger that had been building for weeks. He tasted like popcorn and something uniquely him, something that made her toes curl and her stomach flip. The heat from their bodies melded together, the fabric of the oversized shirt, boxers, and his sweatpants the only barrier to their skin.

As they kissed, Luke's hands began to roam, his touch like a gentle storm that started at her waist, tracing the curves of her hips before moving up to her breasts. “Uhh, uhm is this ok?” He breathed out. Rosey bit her lip and gave out a quiet yes to him. He cupped them softly, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet torture that made her arch into his touch. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, his breaths coming in shallow pants that matched her own.

Encouraged by her response, his hands grew bolder, exploring the soft mounds of her breasts, the shirt having been the only thing separating Luke and her skin, he pushed it up to reveal her bare upper body. Luke took a moment to admire her. “I can’t believe you’re fucking mine Rosey. God you’re a gift.” Luke whispers in her ear in between soft kisses to her neck.

She gasped as his thumbs resumed the teasing to the sensitive peaks, this time skin to skin, her own hands moving to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. “Luke, please” she exasperated. The world outside of their embrace faded away, the only sounds the low murmur of the TV and the muffled gasps that filled the room.

His hands traveled lower, his fingertips skimming over her stomach, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. The fabric of the boxers was the only remaining piece of clothing between his touch and the part of her that craved it most. The heat of his palms was a nice and welcome contrast to the coolness of the room, leaving a trail of fire as they ventured closer to the juncture of her thighs.

"Can I take these off?" Luke asked running his finger tips along the edge of the waistband of the boxers she was wearing.

Rosey didn’t hesitate, she trusted Luke with her life. She didn’t verbally respond, she started removing the boxers.

Luke pulled back slightly with a chuckle, his eyes smoldering as he spoke, "Spread your legs for me, baby," his voice a low growl that sent a thrill down her spine. The command was gentle but firm, a clear indication of his need to explore her further.

Rosey complied, her legs parting as if pulled by an invisible string. . Luke's gaze dipped down to her center, his eyes darkening with desire. He took his time, dragging his gaze back up to meet hers, his intent clear. He leaned in, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently, a teasing nip that sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core.

As he reached down to stroke her, his hand was met with an unexpected wetness. He paused, his eyes widening in shock. "Fuck, Ro, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Rosey felt her cheeks burn even hotter as she nodded, unable to form words. She had been so lost in the moment that she hadn't realized just how turned on she was. His touch was like a branding, searing into her very soul, making her wetter with every stroke.

Luke's hand hovered over her for a moment, his thumb circling her clit with a gentle pressure that had her hips lifting off the couch. He was careful, his movements tentative as he explored her folds. It was clear that this was as new to him as it was to her, his eyes flickering between hers and the apex of her thighs, seeking continuous approval and approval.

Maybe he had done more talking than he should’ve.

Maybe he was just nervous.

Slowly, Luke pushed his middle and index fingers into her, the sensation making her gasp into his mouth. He kept his thumb in constant motion on her clit, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. The feeling of being filled by him was foreign and exhilarating, and she could feel her body tightening around his fingers, desperate for more.

Rosey's eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the sensation, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. She felt him push deeper, stretching her gently, and she couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on, his movements becoming more deliberate as he found a rhythm that had soft calls of his name dropping from her lips.

Rosey's eyes shot open, her pupils dilated with lust. "Yes Luke," she breathed, her voice a strangled whisper. "Just like that."

Luke curled his finger inside her, the motion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She felt herself tighten hard around him, her hips bucking involuntarily. Each stroke was a symphony of sensation, a dance that grew more intense with every beat. His eyes never left hers, watching her reactions with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

Her breath hitched as he asked, "Do you like that, baby?" His voice was a gruff whisper right next to her ear, his voice filled with a need that mirrored her own. She could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built rapidly inside her. He swiped his thumb over her clit in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers still working their magic within her. The room spun around her, the only anchor being the feel of Luke's body pressing into hers, his warmth enveloping her like a blanket.

The pressure grew, coiling in her belly like a spring ready to snap. It was a delicious ache, a promise of something so intense it made her toes curl and her back arch. Her hips began to rock against his hand, silently begging for more, for the release that was just out of reach.

And then it hit her. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her body shake and tremble as she cried out his name. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he watched her with a fierce pride, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to stroke her through the aftershocks.

As the tremors subsided, Luke pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his expression a mix of amazement and pure, unfiltered desire. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, licking his fingers clean one by one, savoring the taste of her. It was a move so primal, so erotic, that it made her insides quiver anew.

Rosey lay there, panting, her body a limp mess of satisfaction. But as she watched Luke, she felt a renewed surge of heat between her legs. He was like a teenager discovering his first dirty magazine, the way he devoured her with his eyes and savored her scent. It was both endearing and incredibly hot.

"You know, that's the first time I've ever made a girl come…well, it’s the first time I’ve ever done any of that" he said, his voice a mix of pride and awe - and a touch of embarrassment.

"But regardless I've gotta say, watching you lose control was so fucking sexy. I sort of busted in sweatpants like a teenager…” Luke’s entire face turned red.

“Does that mean I can’t.. well you know?” Rosey bashfully evades the topic.

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind if you did. Maybe next week's movie night could be your turn to return the favor. Tonight though I am already spent. " Luke suggested, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her body. While he spoke to her he was pulling his t-shirt off his body and covering her back up.

Rosey looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her climax. The idea of getting to explore him next week was almost too much to handle, but she was eager to learn, eager to make him feel as amazing as he had made her feel.

They watched the rest of the movie in a daze, their bodies entwined on the couch. The chemistry between Baby and Johnny seemed to sizzle off the screen, but it was nothing compared to the heat that radiated from Luke and Rosey. They made out like teenagers in the back of a car, hands roaming, breaths hitching, the air thick with unspoken promises of what was to come.

[dandelionjack]

the ninth doctor trusted rose enough to believe she would stay with him after his face changed. and twelve took some convincing but towards the end of deep breath accepted that clara would stay by his side no matter how old he looked. but thirteen was so used to losing people. her previous self had loved clara and lost her, he had looked after bill and failed to save her, he had tried to redeem missy and (to his knowledge) lost that cause too. no wonder she wouldn’t trust yaz to stay for her fourteenth face. no wonder she believed she ‘had to do this next part alone’. she had grown quietly distant with the new knowledge that she was no longer even an ordinary gallifreyan, not something of this universe, but outside of it, alien even to the aliens. isolated and inaccessible, standing on an invisible pedestal her ancestors placed her on — a pedestal that more resembled a cage. glass walls on all sides like the forced regeneration chamber. thin glass wall between her and yaz now, transparent but too solid to break through. harder than azbantium when there’s no solid footing to stand on.

of course yaz would run when she saw her new self. of course she would leave. companions would never stay now, they would never fully understand. when thirteen said that she would need to do ‘this next part’ alone, by ‘next part’ she meant ‘the rest of her (potentially eternal) life’. it’s the classic gambit: push the one you love away before they get the chance to reject you. because they always will, now. either that or they die in horrible circumstances. better to flee like you’ve always done.

this is why the bigeneration was a narrative necessity, why the giggle was the perfect vision of a positive finale. the original version of the doctor gets to settle down with people that he won’t lose. people that he won’t turn away from. people whose hearts he won’t inevitably break. he’s sitting there in the back yard and he’s not going anywhere…

…yet somewhere out there in sheffield lives a police officer named yazmin khan. she’s not all sunshine and rainbows — all cops are bastards, after all. sometimes she takes her nameless rage out on a shoplifting suspect. sometimes she hands a parking ticket to a kid that didn’t deserve it. and sometimes she does genuine good for the community, sometimes she goes to the club and dances with strangers, sometimes she sits on the sofa and watches a documentary about space exploration and laughs at the painful inaccuracies. and many miles south, the doctor spends time with his family, but he’ll never get the courage to visit her. because she’d want to run away with him again. and he could never give her that, not anymore. anything but running.

yazmin khan loved the universe in the eyes of her doctor. oh, that doctor in the garden? the stay-at-home-doctor? he’s brilliant, but he would never be enough for her. his presence would never replace the cosmic vistas and myriads of stars thirteen gave her. and she’s never coming back

[marvelouskatie]

Timeless: Redux A Klaroline Fan Fiction Not a new story, but a new journey through a (maybe) familiar one! It's been 14 years - don't do the math on my age - since I wrote the original Timeless story and posted it to FF.net.

Now, I'm revisting the story, not only posting it to AO3, but also giving it a little bit of tlc. Nothing about the story or plot itself will change. It's just that, I'd like to think I have improved as a writer in 14 years, so I'm doing some editing, cleaning sh*t up, reworking sentences, etc.

If it's your first time reading, I hope you enjoy it! I'll try my best to post regularly. If you're going down memory lane with me and rereading, welcome back :)

Read Chapter 1 Here

Summary: The girls come up with a plan to send Caroline back in time to kill Klaus before he ever arrives in Mystic Falls. But it turns out their plan won't be as simple as they thought. Especially when Caroline gets stuck in the past & only has Klaus to rely on.

CW: mentions of blood, mild violence, magic usage, slow burn, enemies to lovers, sexual innuendo, Elijah reading a book, language is a wee anachronistic not unlike original TVD

[marypsue]

In that vein (hah), I just have to take a moment to gush about the costuming in The Lost Boys because. Have you seen the costuming in The Lost Boys. Like each costume standing on its own without anyone in it still gives you a sense of a whole character, which is important because some of these characters don't get, uh, lines. We have to be able to distinguish them immediately by visuals, and the thing is, we can, because they're not just dressed to look attractive, they're dressed with the purpose of establishing character.

Like, consider Michael. They kept it very simple for him, on purpose, he's a regular everyman kind of guy thrown into a Situation. But also, he's trying too hard. The white t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket call back to James Dean, Rebel Without A Cause, but the leather jacket's brand new without a scuff or a crack, not broken in, and it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders. The earring doesn't suit him - it belongs to somebody else, a funhouse mirror version of himself that he's tempted by, but also it literally belongs to somebody else. Who gave him that earring? Star's implied to have done the piercing, for him, which also tracks - the earring's a little piece of someone else, someone darker and wilder, that's been dug right down into his flesh by his association with Star. It's tasted his blood.

It's also a little piece of the boys' uniting aesthetic bleeding over onto him. There's a magpie sensibility to all of them, but then each of them are visually distinct as themselves within it.

Star's clothes have 80s cuts but form a 60s hippie silhouette, solidified in time. She's the most colourful of them all, her white tops signifying a flash of innocence, but at the same time as she climbs on David's bike, she pulls on a big black jacket that almost envelops her, a little piece of his shadow falling over her and devouring her light. Again, it doesn't quite fit her, like she's playing dressup as a darker, wilder self just like Michael is.

And speaking of David. That boy is chin to toe wrapped up in black. The coat references batwings, which is a great detail. And those gloves! He doesn't touch Star; he doesn't touch Michael; he doesn't touch the world, except through a layer of darkness. It's real Old West, white-hat-black-hat level symbolism. Except.

The real villain of the piece isn't the dangerous, sharp-edged boy in black - although of course you need to look out for him, they don't call him 'dangerous' for no reason. The real villain of the piece is the most perfectly conventional, middle-class, unassuming, don't-look-twice take-him-home-to-mother normal guy imaginable. Grey and beige. Business casual.

It's the perfect camouflage for a predator.

(And then also like. I can't wax as poetic about it right now because my brain cells are otherwise occupied. But please consider how much character is there in, like, the Frogs' army-surplus duds and Sam's terrible, incredible shirts.)

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“If I find the pieces of hurt inside me, what should I do once I have them?”

“Make something new. Because there’s no going back to how things used to be.”

The time has come. A freshly baked fic, written by yours truly. ☺️ May I present to you…

Overmorrow

Summary: After Daybreak Town’s destruction, Ephemer awakens on a distant shore. This is the story of how he learns to live again.

Takes place after the events of Union Cross, and before the events of Missing Link.

Read here: Ch 1: Refraction

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[flusteredmoonn]

timless; remus lupin

summary: "you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless," in which their paths in life were always destined to meet, regardless of circumstance.

tags: (SFW), angsty, fluffy, post hogwarts aspects, fast paced, jumps through various points in time and timelines,, semi au?, canon divergence, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.2k+

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their shoulders were touching as they sat together in transfiguration, looking over the textbook inbetween them whilst mcgonagall explained some elaborate concept. behind them sat sirius and james, who incessantly threw animated pieces of parchment at the pair, making fun of their relationship.

y/n whipped around at them both, scowling, before turning back round and smiling at remus who laughed at his friends and continued to scrawl notes.

"your friends are ridiculous," she giggled quietly, as not to draw the professor's attention.

"they're your friends too," the boy smirked, reaching his hand up and ruffling the hair at the top of her head, to which she pushed his shoulder gently. "perhaps, but they indoctrinated you first," he expression didn't falter with her quip.

"touché."

before they knew it, the bell in the old clocktower rung out through the school and the class was ordered to gather their belongings. remus and y/n had taken their time, ignoring the hollering of their friends and taking their time in one another's company. both slung their book bags on their shoulders.

joyous gasps of laughter filled the atmosphere as they linked hands, swinging them together whilst walking to their next class. she couldn't help herself from cracking cheesy jokes to the boy about anything she saw. the simplicity of it warmed remus' chest, never imagining to feel so much lust toward one singular person.

the two had met in their third year in the library. remus had rushed there after having a fall out with his friends, their discovery of his condition only angering him as they offered pointless sympathy and offers in search of a solution. he had left to the library to find some quiet, and maybe even try to find one of the upcoming required reading books.

though sanctuary was not found in the library as it appeared nearly every other student at the school had decided to utilise the library at that exact same moment. frustratingly, he couldn't find any of the books he had been in search of either, and so he settled for a fictional book written by a wizard who speculated on the lives of muggles. and after settling for the book, the only available seat had been next to a girl he had recognised from his year, though he couldn't recall her name.

hesitantly, he walked over, asking for the seat. and eventually both their books were discarded and they had gotten to quietly talking as to not disturb madame pince, who despite her youth was a very angry lady. they had come to realise they were both very much alike, and hadn't separated since.

it was unimaginable to see how such a fitted match had found one another in their lifetime.

rain pelted down on the awning above the window of the bookshop. the bell to the shop rung out as remus pushed the door open. he wiped his feet on the bristled mat on the floor and shook out his umbrella before placing it on the rack.

y/n, the owner of the bookshop, peaked her head out from around the corner to greet whoever had entered her shop, a friendly smile on her face. although, upon seeing remus, she hesitated. unsure why, she had recognised him from somewhere. though she quickly shook her curiosity away and greeted the familiar man with her best customer service smile.

"it's miserable out, isn't it?" she said as she moved from the back of the shop to behind the register to organise paperwork.

"hm? oh yeah, its horrid outside," the man smiled at her, before resuming his search amongst the shelves. the shopkeeper smiled to herself before looking back to her paperwork. as she worked, remus glanced back toward her, turning to grab the first book he saw and approaching her.

"hey, whatd'ya think of this one?" he held the text up so she could read the title.

"uhmm, from what i can remember, it was a very intriguing read, though it isn't for everyone i'd say," she smiled, her service voice still in full swing, as a clap of thunder sounded shakily outside, the awning aggressively thumping against the window. smiling at her, remus turned the book over so that he could skim the blurb, though he had already read the book before, he wanted it to seem like the information was new to him from her response.

"would you like some tea...." she prompted for his name.

"remus" he smiled.

"would you like some tea, remus?"

the sound of cars honking along the busy streets of london ricocheted through the office. the clacking of the keyboards blended in with the chatter amongst the space, men in suits leaving meeting rooms as important people to the company made their way in and out of the building.

but, in a quiet corner of the space, remus and y/n sat in adjacent cubicles sending post-it note paper aeroplanes with crude messages on them, looking up from their desks in time to see the reaction has. giggles swarmed the atmosphere as their higher ups walked through the maze of cubicles, passing them both without any idea of what they were doing.

they had seen people be warned in the past, by human resources about what had been labelled as 'office romances' and how it was now considered a case of strictly romeo and juliet. not that either of them were in any sort of position to consider getting into a career jeopardising relationship. they were both in their early twenties, it wasn't a smart move. but they were in their early twenties, so the thrill of having something so hidden was insurmountable.

their dynamic worked. but they were never as secretive as they had thought they were. and naturally everyone in the office knew. at least everyone who didn't have the power to reprimand them.

eventually, remus' lunch break rolled around, being staggered half an hour before y/n and so the girl finally got around to do the work she was being paid to do. her fingers danced across the keys as she typed various statistical sentences and read over reports as footsteps echoing on the carpet approached her.

"y/n!" remus spoke as he adjusted his tie. "hey, rem," she looked up from the screen briefly to smile at the boy, "how was your break?"

"yeah, not bad.... lonely, though," he spoke with a coy smile.

"oh no? was no one else on break at the same time as you?" she questioned, the pause in her work became longer as she looked back to him, resting her chin in her hand.

"they were, but none of them were you," he leant down on the dividers between the offices, a self assured smile now gracing his face. y/n moved her hands to cover her face, "you're so silly, remus," a small laugh left her lips.

"what do you mean?" he stood back up, amusement evident.

"you're just such a flirt, this isn't allowed," she stated plainly, removing her hands from in front of her face and smiling up at him as he just shrugged.

"well, maybe getting in trouble would be worth it,"

[gatzbright]

dream & george; falling in love

Dream: 'Have either of you talked about liking each other in the past?' George: *Scoffs* Dream: ... Well— George: *Giggles* Dream: Well, none of the answers fit. But I'd say, like, we've talked about 'whether' ... George: The weather? Dream: Yeah.

Dream: The realisation that, once again, I met someone that's not going to be my friend, but something more. They were never meant to be my friend in the first place. I can't avoid it. If I'm going to fall in love, I'm going to fall in love. So this song is a cry to please be gentle, please don't make me even more paranoid.

Dream: I want that part of my life to be private, you know? Regardless of who that person is ... Once the cameras are off, once we're not doing anything, it's our time. It's me and you. There's no one else. No one else exists in the world, regardless of the fact that there's thirty-million people that are looming over.

Dream: Because I'm famous and because I have all this attention on me—when I'm in my normal life it's like, I want to put the people in my life in the spotlight and make sure they feel that way. But then there's lyrics like 'the celebrity in my bed' and 'close the curtains now you're all mine' ... It's about, you know, that special someone in your life, and how in my mind, because I feel so special, I want them to feel that same specialness. So, yeah, it's about relationships and how I want that person to feel special like I do.

dream @/dreamwastaken: .@/GeorgeNotFound you've had such a big impact on my life I don't even know where to start. helping me code my videos sometimes, helping with random ideas within videos, encouraging me and always being the light in the room to make things even just a little bit brighter. you took a chance on me out of university, making thumbnails and coding for scraps because we wanted to make it big and I’m proud to say that we did it and I’ll have an appreciation for you for the rest of my life because of your friendship, kindness, and love you’ve shown me. love you man. idc if you’re never serious or if we joke around a lot, you have a place in my heart and I’m looking forward to finally meeting you and taking our next step in content creation and friendship. LOVE U

Dream: 'Spotlight' is a song I wrote about making that special someone in my life feel as special as they truly are ... I want to be there to support them through the ups and downs, and make them feel like they have a million fans screaming cheering them on, even if it's just my voice echoing a million times. They are the most important person in the world and the only one in that spotlight of love and admiration, and I want them to know that.

a lot of my future is your future

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[fumifooms]

Dandan x Asivia

Dubbed dansivia. Confused as to who either of these are? Here’s a Dandan comp and Asivia wise this post is close enough for now

There is a brave visionary on ao3 and they’re so right

Ok first of all let’s address the theory:

Dandan is indeed the only Laios party member not pictured here (besides Chilchuck himself but we saw he didn’t like her which would contradict this anyways). I keep wanting to add "that we know of" or some other caveat but honestly not even no, it’s never implied or mentioned they had yet another party member and that makes sense since we saw the party’s inception right up to its current party composition.

… So… Mystery solved right out of the gate? I dunno, it feels weird to me to claim Dandan hates Laios, but if he kept it under wraps enough or reasoned with himself about it I could see it. Laios and Dandan were coworkers from their gold peeling days, and so when Laios left to try a career in dungeon diving Dandan joined him.

They seem very standard coworkers that get along well enough to me, far from skulls emoji energy, but yeah there is a case to be made on both overt strong dislike and repressed strong dislike ends. But maybe the true beef started after he left the party even, especially if he fancies Asivia and kept up with the party’s drama that went down with her, though the chart does imply it was the work dynamic while he was still in the party because of context. But, believing that Dandan likes her and Asivia considered getting with him like the other men of the party, Asivia would have literally sidelined Dandan to pursue Laios. And Laios doesn’t even realize her attempts at seduction? Ok yeah the hate is plausible nvm. Also we can keep in mind that this is Chilchuck’s chart and he could have more insight on Dandan’s feelings than the average coworker since he’s his friend. It def fleshes him more out with implications. He’s professional he keeps unnecessary shit to himself. It’d be weird to me if the relationship chart was made without Kui thinking it through, or retconning it, it is the canon we get so it’s interesting to ponder. Kui giving us secret romantic drama for free <3

Speaking of what’s not free. Ok maybe Dan does dislike Laios, do business introductions really cost money… I mean I respect the hustle but. So Dandan is heavily implied to be the one to introduce Asivia to the party. The only other mage was Marcille and well we know how that went. "A real cutie". Yeah. I bet. 👀

This is the most interesting dansivia part to me, they did meet previously to the party, both doing what they do best, networking. Dan helped Asivia find a job, how did they meet and how did that go? What if she had an infamous reputation already, how much did they get acquainted… There’s a lot of leeway for fun here

Gorgeous hustling but lazy manipulator that seeks a fortunate husband x slight womanizer hustling & hardworking poor guy that’s been around in business for too long to be played… Both work a lot but like to take it easy when they can. Tavern flirtations and having met while networking and "I can hook you with a job" (staring and smiling too much) and "Oh Dandan, you’re so capable and knowledgeable about the Island, could you help me out~"

Manipulator hustler seductress x laidback hustler flirt… Social butterflies, streets smarts in different yet similar ways… Observant x observant………. She’s very harsh and drops people/her damsel act at the first second she can’t get something out of it anymore and I think he’d be so into that. Dandan liking strongminded women. Women who kinda play dirty. Makes him respect them and want to pursue them help…

And like, takes on Asivia differ nowadays but I do need her to mean this shit for this, this is what she's unabashedly about. She is just a woman trying to make it in this world but working people’s the name of her game. Whatever reason you give her, she was taking advantage of Laios and trying to get a marriage with any decent profitable guy she could. She knows what she’s doing and she doesn’t look the least bit remorseful. A girl who knows what she wants and chases it, rawr ⬅️ Dandan voice

They both fall for each other but neither can admit it because they know it’s just temporary, she’ll go look for a well-off tallman husband eventually. Messy situationship go. Can they even have a good ending together. It’s all only ever nice in the present moments… She’ll leave he can’t offer her anything but himself and a very humble lifestyle, she’ll leave she can’t settle for that she won’t, he knows that and it’s part of why he liked her in the first place. Oughhhhh

Ohhh to be underdogs, settling for a humble life & being content with that vs unapologetically ambitious and chases that life and comfort she seeks, which in turn makes him admire her…….. But even if she inspires him to chase what he wants, she can’t give it to him…………..

Putting this on blast bc they’re great thoughts

Because I’m me I’m trying to make them reach a happy long term ending together and it’s not working… Which is more fun tbh. I shall ponder this puzzle…

Casanova Dandan is so important to me now. Chilchuck’s in a separation slump & faithfulness oath to the wind but Dandan, good friend dandan? He’s living he’s thriving he’s pulling

I want fics of them meeting & networking. He’s very up to the news in the dungeon goer community… All I’m saying is I can see Dandan bartering for a shot with her in exhange for information or helping her out find jobs, knowing she’s after guys to marry too 🤭 I think they should flirt in a tavern. I think they should make eyes at each other over glasses and exchanging business convos and leaving it all in the implied and unspoken

Dansivia is getting too real to me

The fics are fun go read ‘em

[juliaswickcrs]

GENRE SWITCH AU :: MCU OCS ( oc halloween challenge, day nineteen )

the lonely survive as a legal drama timeless as a murder mystery drama the killing kind as a teen drama

taglist: @bisexualterror @foxesandmagic @iron-parkr @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather

@arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @drbobbimorse @kingsmakers @noratilney

@stanshollaand @astarionbae @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse

@misshiraethsworld @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

@princessmadelines @impales @waterloou @daughter-of-melpomene @eddysocs

MARVEL TAGLIST: @notxjustxstories @themaradwrites

[sreidsville]

timeless – spencelle.

"cause i believe that we were supposed to find this... so, even in a different life you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless."

summary: elle enters a store and begins to remember her life years ago, before suddenly having to cut the bond that took years to build with her friends and her boyfriend.

disclaimers: suggestive content (+14), emotional situations, arguments, overthinking, mention of panicking.

trope: fluffy, second chance.

n/a: guys… take a deep breath before reading, kay? u'll be fine, i promise, we're going to have a happy ending! also, english it's not my first language, so let me know if there's anything i can improve!

divider by cafekitsune | wc: 3.6k

Down the block, there's an antique shop, a cute and old one, where you find stories in every object in there.

The sky looks gray-ish, and the leaves falling down the street reminded Elle about something special that she has kept in her heart for the past years. Something… someone, but definitely special.

Elle was just passing by, like she always does. Wearing a green shirt, pants, a blazer, high heels and in her hand, coffee. She passes though the same way everyday, but today in specific, something in her head said: Stop! So she walked in.

The bell on the door indicated her arrival, an old man gave her a smile and looked at her over his glasses, but he didn't say anything, so Elle walked around the place, admiring what was around her.

There are pictures, paintings, vinyls, and objects that she had only seen in films from the 50s. Elle looked around one more time, and a pile of books caught her attention. She walks through the corridor, trying to be cautious not to break anything. The first book at the pile made Elle hold her breath, memories crawling back to her mind. Beautiful days, when she was younger… She remembers every detail from that time. She takes the book, holding it, and then, taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes. For a second, it was like she could go back in time, feeling everything. The yellow light coming from the large window, the smell of books and perfume, the comfortable couch, and the most important…

“Elle?”

His voice.

5 years ago.

“Elle?” Spencer’s voice echoes in the room, and the beautiful woman gives him a smile, staring at his face.

She came to his house after texting him if she could, and he, obviously, said yes.

For Elle, he looks absolutely adorable, wearing the sweater she gifted him last week, in halloween. She saw it at the store, the colors orange and black highlighted, and the voice in her head said automatically: he would love that! So she bought it. Little did she know that the sweater is his favorite now. Besides that, he's wearing glasses, Elle’s favorite.

She went to Spencer's apartment after sending a message asking if she could. He said he would leave the door open for her, so when he left the room, she was in the living room, and had taken the liberty of sitting on the couch and observing the place. Spencer’s space is him in objects. Elle sees Spencer in every little detail in there, whether it's the books open on the desk and scattered everywhere, or the coffee machine that she knows is on in the kitchen.

“Hi, Reid” she says.

“What are you doing here?” He approaches with a smile on his face, and she can smell soap and perfume. He just got out of the shower.

“You know, I just wanted to see you, and you told me that the door would be open for me anytime, so, I guess it's not a big surprise seeing me in your living room with donuts…”

This time the smile reaches his eyes, and Elle can't help but smile too. She's wearing a red shirt and black pants. Her brown eyes almost hypnotize Spencer, bringing all his attention to them. God, she looks so pretty.

“You brought donuts?”

“Yes, and it's your favorite” she opens the box, showing him “Chocolate with sprinkles”

“Awn…” Elle left the gaze up to his face again. She loves when he makes these little excited noises when he's happy. It's cute. “Thanks, Elle!”

The BAU members are off, so Elle and Reid spend the rest of the day watching movies like good friends and eating the donuts Elle bought earlier. As time passed, they got closer on the couch, and as much as Reid didn't like physical touch, he didn't mind Elle laying on his shoulder. He sighed when he noticed that she had fallen asleep. Elle is a loving, dedicated and strong woman, but she is also delicate. Reid wants to be the one who protects her when she needs it, a shoulder for her to cry on. And admitting it makes his heart race inside the chest.

“Spencer?”

“Hm? What is it Elle? Are you ok?”

She looks at him, with her head still resting on his shoulder, that way, their faces are close to each other, and Spencer feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise with Elle's breath there.

"Spencer, do you ever feel like you have no control over things?"

"Yes, sometimes"

"Okay... I don't think I can control something I desperately want right now."

Elle lifts her head from his shoulder, and looks into his eyes, but then quickly looks down at his lips, which are slightly open. Their faces are still close, and even more so now, Spencer can feel her breath against his face.

"What do you say to that?"

"That I can't resist either…”

Thousandths of seconds. That's how long it takes for Elle to kiss Spencer. It seems difficult to contain yourself when you've wanted something for so long, that's why when their lips are together, they start to move against each other in a way that Spencer couldn't describe in any way other than special. When Reid sighs against Elle's lips, it's as if something inside her melts, so she deepens the kiss, feeling Spencer's hands move until they hold her face, delicately, in a perfect fit.

They only move away from each other when the rain outside starts hitting the living room window, scaring them for a second, but soon after, they both start laughing, and the atmosphere between them becomes more and more unique… The look Spencer gave Elle made her think that nothing in the world would make her forget that moment. The moment they finally accepted the feelings they had for each other.

“It's raining…”

“I guess I'll need to stay here for a little bit longer…” she smiles, hugging Spencer.

“I’m gonna love that”

The smell of rain reminds her of another day that would be etched in her memory.

4 years ago.

"Elle! It's raining!" Spencer coughs while laughing, running through the streets with his bag over his head, in a failed attempt to protect himself from the falling drops.

Elle also laughs, and when she realizes that Spencer is behind, she pulls him by the hand so that they can run together to the facade of the building where she lives.

They were at a coffee shop hours ago, and after drinking an overpriced coffee, they decided to walk around the center, visiting stores and buying things they probably don't need, but would like to have. Nobody knew about their relationship, even though jokes about their closeness were part of their daily lives, they still didn't know how to admit it to others, so they kept it just between themselves, without labels, they just allowed themselves to feel.

After passing through the hallways and going up to Elle's apartment floor via the elevator, they are greeted by the warm space heater. Spencer takes off the wet All Star and is left with just her colorful socks, which Elle thinks is cute. The woman goes to the bathroom, taking the towel, drying her own hair before offering Reid to do the same, but she can't help but notice how handsome he looks with his wet hair and the tight shirt on his body. It's not like Spencer isn't noticing the delicate contours of Elle's body curves either, and when he realizes he's being watched, he feels his cheeks flush.

"You can stay here until the rain stops..." she says, heading to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker to make coffee for the two of them. "It's going to be difficult to catch the subway now, everyone must have rushed there."

“Ah, it would be great to spend time with you, actually.”

"Even though we worked today and spent the whole afternoon together?"

"I never get tired of seeing you..."

Elle smiles at the statement, and goes to Spencer, hugging his waist as she looks at him.

Reid can't resist the closeness and caresses Elle's cheek, smiling lightly as he kisses her forehead, and then kisses her lips, delicately but intensely. She sighs, raising her hands to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken, Elle loves it when Spencer takes action.

As the kiss continues, the world around them seems to slowly disappear, and before they know it, their hands are running over each other's bodies, their breathing becomes labored and their touches become more urgent, just like the kiss. With a quick movement, Spencer turns off the coffee maker, without moving away from Elle's body, and slides one of his hands to her waist, pulling her closer, but she pulls away enough to see the expression on his face, and it's pure desire, no matter how much Reid tries to hide it. And that's what makes her guide him to her room, closing the door the moment they're inside, alone.

That was supposed to be just a kiss, but the moment they end up in Elle's room, things get more intense and desperate. Now Spencer is sitting on her bed, she's on top of him. His hands are exploring her thigh, his index finger doing circular moves while her hands play with his hair, messing it.

They know what's going to happen next, but when Elle moves her hips against his, it's surprising the way he whimpers and grabs her upper thigh, making her whisper his name, and it's the most beautiful thing he heard in his whole life. For a moment, they both stop the kiss to look at each other. They don't need to say anything, they have this connection between them. Elle is mesmerizing, her brown eyes showing how much she loves him. Spencer keeps staring at her, his Adam’s apple going up and down multiple times, showing that he's nervous and his mind is full of thoughts.

“We don't need to do this if you don't want you, you know that right?”

“I know… But I want to.” His voice is nothing more than a weak whisper.

“Now?”

“Please…”

She doesn't need anything else before moving towards Spencer's lips once again, this time pushing him to lie down on the soft sheets, remaining on top of his body, teasing him from time to time, listening to him whisper how beautiful she is, how much he loves her as she kisses his neck, leaving small marks that make him whimper, increasing the heat in Elle's body.

The senses seemed ten times more acute. What were sighs became low moans as things progressed between the disheveled sheets. Elle and Spencer are so immersed in heat that they almost get drunk on each other's touches.

The minutes pass, and soon, all that's left are sweaty bodies, uneven breathing and a loving hug in which Spencer wraps Elle until they finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and even though Elle knew this, she allowed herself to stay in Spencer's arms, even if it meant destroying him later, against her will. That night everything was just a distant fear, but after a while, it became reality.

Their world began to fall apart before Elle could react to try and save them from the inevitable.

3 years ago.

The rain outside the BAU unit is too heavy for people to leave, yet Elle is running after leaving the team leader's office. Spencer knows something is wrong, his girlfriend started changing her behavior months ago, and yet she hasn't told him anything in that time. She seems angry, scared, inconsolable, and most of the time, desperate. No one but Hotch and Gideon knows that she is struggling to protect everyone after an unsub threatens them, and the best way to do that is to cut the bond that she took years to build, including her relationship with Reid.

When she passes by collecting her belongings, Spencer tries to hold her arm, but Elle brutally lets go, and doesn't even look him in the eye. Which makes him think of many possibilities.

‘Is she leaving...? Without telling me anything?’ he asks himself, and the moment the adrenaline starts coursing through his veins, his legs move quickly to reach the woman.

He hears JJ calling him, but the voices of the people around him begin to fade away as the sound of the rain increases as he heads outside.

He finds her, already in the rain, and his only option is to go after her, letting the water start to weigh down his sweater. Elle knows that Reid is after her, and that makes her heart skip a beat, because she understands that he doesn't want to give her up, he would never do that, unless...

"Elle!"

Unless she told him to do it.

"Elle, please, please. What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? Elle?"

"Spencer, leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?" she keeps walking, trying to get away from him "Why? Elle, could you please...? Elle!”

He grabs her arm, making her stop running from him, from the BAU, from her life, but it's not like she has any other option, she just can't stay, not anymore. He's panting, his heart is pounding in his chest, and the rain is almost blinding him, the falling drops hurt, it just doesn't hurt more than the look Elle directs at him. She seems determined, and he somehow knows there's nothing he can do, yet he doesn't want to accept that fact.

Elle can barely look him in the eye, but she needs to be firm, she needs to convince him. She knows what will happen if she fails. She'll start crying, Reid will hold her, make her stay, looking at her with those brown eyes and... She won't be strong enough.

"Spencer, please let me go." she says in a weak voice.

"You need to tell me what's going on... Elle? Please look at me. You've been acting differently for weeks now! You seem nervous, scared. You don't talk to me or anyone else and I-I don't know how to help you. Tell me...

"I..." she starts, but the words seem to disappear from her mind before she can say something coherent, so she takes a deep breath, starting again "I have nothing to tell you.”

“Don't you have anything to tell me? Even when I'm begging you to tell me something, anything?"

She can't answer. It feels like there's something stuck in her throat. Elle can't even look at Spencer, but she needs to be strong to push him away, to make him believe it's for the better. Spencer is very precious to this world, and she knows that, so she needs to protect him, so that no one hurts him again. That's what she needs to keep in mind now.

"Is it me? Did I do something wrong?"

He says it in a low voice, as if he's going over everything that happened in his head, looking for details that don't exist, answers to why she's leaving, and it hurts Elle. She doesn't deserve him.

"What? No, no, Spencer…”

Elle's eyes start to burn and get wet and she doesn't know if it's because she's about to cry or if it's because of the rain. She can't do this anymore. Spencer has always had this thing where he blames himself when something goes wrong, he thinks he's the problem, when in fact, he's the solution, the light, he just can't see it yet.

'Oh my sweet, sweet boy... If you only knew...'

"Then why? Why are you doing this to me?"

He is hurt, his voice is full of pain. She can't say anything, she doesn't have that kind of response right now, so she looks away to something else, anything that catches her attention, except Spencer.

"Elle, why?" he approaches, trying to hold her hand "You look so scared and I can't see you like this anymore, please let me help you lo-"

"No!" she screams, and the sound echoes like thunder, making Spencer automatically back away, stunned, without understanding the reason for it all.

'Right, I need to do this, no matter how much it hurts him. He'll be fine without me, I know he will and if ever, somehow, he gets angry and blames me, I'll be happy, because it's true, it's all my fault. I just wish I could make it clear that he has nothing to do with this…’

"I don't love you anymore! Don't you understand?"

Spencer's eyebrows knit together, and his nostrils flare, as if he doesn't even understand. His mouth is open, and he's trying to say something but his thoughts are faster than his mouth.

"W-what?" he whispers.

"I can't do this anymore! This..." she opens her arms and spins around. "Us, this job, this life. It's not what I want!"

"You don't...? It's not what you want." he repeats, more to himself, trying to assimilate the words.

"Yes, exactly. I don't want to live like this anymore, I'm leaving... So if you love me, let me go, please..."

She's taking it hard, using the last weapon she has – and the most lethal – knowing that's what she needs. And it happens. Reid takes a step back, ecstatic, as if on autopilot, dissociating from the painful situation. Elle takes a deep, shaky breath, grateful for the rain that forms a curtain that disguises the tears.

She turns around, facing away, and at the last second, she turns to Reid one last time, and one last time, she allows herself to watch him with wet hair and his gaze fixed on her, as if she doesn't believe it.

"Goodbye, Spencer..."

He doesn't respond, so all Elle does is sigh, taking the car key and getting inside, closing the door with a single slam, and then leaving the parking lot. Reid just watches her car disappear, and somehow, he wishes it was a nightmare, but it's not, and deep down he knows it.

Spencer doesn't really know what happened after he saw Elle leave. He walks back inside the BAU unit, looking at the floor, memories flooding his memory.

'No... It can't be. All the smiles she gave me, the kisses, the nights together, the beautiful moments, were they lies? She didn't want to? Did she want that at some point, or did she pretend?'

Reid feels firm arms around him, and only then does he realize he's on the floor, with Derek hugging him as he cries profusely, sobbing, holding onto his friend as if he were the only real thing there. JJ and Penelope stare at the scene shocked, without understanding anything, desperate for not knowing how to help, while, further away from the group, Hotch and Gideon exchange a complicated look, full of regret, sharing a secret that they will keep until the day they die…

"S-she left..." Reid sobs, running his hands over his face, looking like a child "She s-said..."

He begins to hyperventilate, feeling his chest burning. He can't even breathe properly, he's shaking, causing Derek to ask for help so he can take him to a more private place, while Garcia takes a glass of water to offer.

That day was the worst of Spencer's life, but it was definitely the worst for Elle as well.

Elle drove to the airport that night, her bags were already packed for the last week, in the car. Everything seemed like a blur; the moment she gets out of the car and goes straight to the airport, checks in and, after hours, gets on a plane with a predefined destination.

Looking up at the window, her eyes blurred with tears, she allowed herself to cry. The woman next to her seems scared, but does nothing to help her, because there is no comfort in Elle's heart, other than the certainty that, by leaving, she will be saving the lives of everyone she loves.

Hers only prayer during the hours inside the plane was just one; please let me see them again someday.

She just hoped it would happen.

Current time.

Three years ago, Elle left everyone she loved and cared about to save them without even thinking twice. After a while, she learned to move on, but she also couldn't avoid the thoughts and memories of the past that invaded her memory. Spencer would be engraved on her, and she was sure that in another life, they would be each other's.

Opening her eyes, she returns the book to the pile it was in before, and takes a deep breath, smiling, and then gets ready to leave, with the promise that she would return to that same store one day, but to buy something.

As she's walking back the way she came, the doorbell rings, and she hurries to get back to her routine, but her feet settle on the floor when she sees him.

The same light brown hair, but now a little longer and with beautiful waves, the beautiful profile that Elle never stopped admiring, and the eyes... Those eyes. She would never forget him, she couldn't. When he notices her presence there, something inside him lights up once again, after years, and he straightens his posture, looking at her with tenderness, even after everything that has happened.

"Elle?"

And his voice sounds like divine singing. How she missed hearing him call her name... The happiness inside her is too much to contain, so a smile appears on her face.

And there she understands that they will be timeless, no matter what happens.

"Hi, Spencer”

[datauthorress]

Timeless (Fanfic) Fact of the Day

On Titan during the battle against Thanos, instead of Tony being stabbed by Thanos, Shelby had been the one to be stabbed instead. She had been using her telekinesis to the fullest with punches and kicks, and when she had gone to punch Thanos again, he had blocked her punch and stabbed her with a piece of rebar.

"I'm sorry, little one, that you won't be here to see."

Before Thanos could kill her, Stephen Strange gave up the Time Stone to him.

Shelby had to watch as Stephen and the others faded away, leaving her, Tony and Nebula on the planet.

Shelby has a scar from the rebar, vivid and deep.

[rowdyluv]

blurb Extension to: Finding out They’re Having A Baby

word count: 1.3k

As if telepathy was real Ellen knocked on the door and entered after announcing herself. “Now that emotions are out. Let’s go both of you, out here. We’re getting this settled, and Luke.” Ellen’s tone of voice started of soft and turned to one only mother ready to discipline has. “Your father and I raised you better than this. I thought you knew better than to raise your voice at your significant other. Even when angry you can keep a level tone of voice.” Luke’s face falls as he glances over at the love of his life. He knew yelling at her was wrong. He knew everything he said to her was wrong.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to her like that.” Luke’s voice was sincere, but it was clear his heart was racing. Ellen was right, when was she wrong? Ellen and Jim did raise Luke better than he was acting at the moment and he was the one feeling sick now for it.

Rosey’s mother had stayed seated on the sofa waiting Ellen to bring them out, a concerned expression etched on her face. She had never seen her daughter this distressed and it was a side of Luke she had never encountered either. They sat down at the small table in Rosey’s dorm room’s common area, the silence echoing around them like a question left unanswered.

Ellen’s eyes bore into Luke’s, her words a gentle yet firm reprimand. “You need to learn to communicate without letting your anger control you. You’re not just hurting Rosey, you’re also damaging the trust between you two. She’s your partner, not someone to be talked down to or dismissed like that. You have to apologize to her, not just to me. Your actions in there were unacceptable and unnecessary. You two acted as adults, you bear the responsibility of adults.” She wasn’t condescending or rude to her youngest son when reprimanding him, but she made sure he knew that she was serious.

Luke nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his actions. His eyes reflected the storm of emotions brewing inside him: regret, anger at himself, and a desperate longing to take back his harsh words. He turned to Rosey, who sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes downcast. The room felt as if it had shrunk, the weight of the silence pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

"Rosey," he began, his voice quivering with sincerity. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I had no right to accuse you of joking about something so serious." He reached out a hand to her, but she didn't move to take it. The air was thick with unspoken words and the scent of her perfume, which usually brought him comfort, now seemed to taunt him with its sweetness. He got up off the couch moving to kneel in front of her, “I’m sorry I called you by your legal name..Rosey, honey please.”

Her eyes remained downcast, but he could see the slight tremble in her chin as she tried to hold back tears. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and the sight was like a knife twisting in his gut. The room was a canvas of shadows and soft light, painting a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.

"Rosey, please," Luke's voice was a whisper, as if the weight of his apology could somehow break the delicate silence. "Look at me." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction. When she finally met his gaze, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and it was all Luke could do to keep his own emotions in check.

Ellen and Rosey's mother exchanged glances, both of them feeling the tension in the room. They had raised their children to communicate with respect and love, and this was a moment of truth for all of them. Luke's mother gave him a subtle nod, urging him to continue, to express the depth of his regret.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Luke," Rosey's voice was barely audible, "but when you shouted like that, it felt like you didn't trust me." She paused, her eyes searching his face for any signs of understanding. "And calling me ‘y/n'... it's like you didn't even see me as the person I have always been to you."

Her words hung in the air, a gentle rebuke that resonated through Luke's entire being. He nodded, his throat feeling as if it had been sewn shut. He desperately wanted to explain, to make her see that his outburst was born from fear and shock, not from a lack of faith in her. But the knot in his throat only grew tighter, making it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed.

"I know," he croaked out, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel like I didn't trust you." He took another deep breath, willing his voice to steady. "It just...it all came out wrong. I was scared, and I didn't know how to handle it." His eyes searched hers, seeking any glimmer of forgiveness or understanding.

Rosey reached out and brushed her hand through his curls, a gesture that was as tender as it was surprising. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of warmth through him, grounding him in a way that nothing else could. She didn't pull away from his gaze, and the warmth in her eyes grew, slowly thawing the ice that had constricted his throat. It was a silent apology of her own, an acknowledgment that she had contributed to the situation as well.

“Lukey, I’m scared too.. terrified really. But if I have you I think I’ll be just fine yeah?”

The moment the words left her lips, Luke felt the tightness in his chest ease just a bit. Her use of the nickname she had for him brought a ghost of a smile to his face, and he nodded, feeling some of the tension dissipate. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin calming the storm in his own.

He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "So, we're going to be parents, huh?" he whispered to himself, his voice a mix of wonder and fear. The reality of it all was sinking in, but the love he felt for her was unshakeable. He could feel the steady beat of her pulse under his lips, a rhythm that matched his own racing heart.

If Luke knew anything besides hockey, it was that his baby was going to have one hell of a mom. He had seen the way Rosey lit up around children, the gentle way she had with animals, and the fierce determination in her eyes when she set her mind to something. He knew she would be a natural, that she would love and protect their child with every fiber of her being. The thought filled him with a warmth that surpassed the guilt and anger that had consumed him moments ago.

“It may not be what we had planned, but there’s no one else in this world that I would ever, in any lifetime, want to be experiencing this with.” Luke assured Rosey.

Rosey giggled. “Silly boy, we don’t have a plan!”

“I know that I plan to marry you someday.” Luke’s tone was serious and she was shocked silent. “I don’t need to plan for anything else, you’re all I need.”

He gently pulled her into his arms, her eyes widened in surprise but she didn’t resist. He kissed her softly, feeling the tremble of her lips against his own, the sweetness of her breath mingling with his. It was a kiss filled with promise and love, a silent apology for his earlier behavior. He knew that words alone couldn’t erase the hurt, but he hoped that his actions would speak louder than any words could. “I love you, Ro, so so much.”

[literary-chameleon]

The Black siblings were housebound most of their lives. The family meetings for all of his eleven years were held in the ancient house leaving little chance for them to venture outside. Sometimes, Sirius used to look out of his room's window upon a muggle park outside his house. Of course, the muggle children would see nothing if they stared back. Sirius doubted if they even wanted to look inside the gloomy building when they had so much fun outside. Secretly, he was angry at them, envied them. And even deep down, he wanted to play with them.

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