#time travel fic

[citrusbrew]

first time posting smthing abt this AU and it’s this fucking stupidf thing

[workingchemistry]

Din studies the men below them with a soft hum. When he speaks, the vocoder almost manages to mask his judgement. “Your father took in a lot of foundlings.”

Boba isn’t sure if his sudden urge to laugh hysterically is due to the idea of his father, a man who decided to be cloned rather than have intercourse, being seen as a manwhore by a mando cult or at the image of Jango learning someone thought the clones were sentient enough to be his children.

���Wait here. I must speak with them first before you join me.” Boba ignores the statement as he gestures downward with flat palms.

Din’s annoyed impatience is made obvious by the severe downward tilt of his bucket. “I thought you said they would help.”

“I said we need their help.” Boba glances sidelong at the Guard. To all appearances the men haven’t seen them yet, but Boba knows they’re just waiting for Fox’s command.

What Fox is waiting for is harder to say.

[disappointmentthemusical]

time travel fix it au where 6th year draco, rather than fixing the vanishing cabinet to bring death eaters, turns it into a time portal to warn his 11yo self not to trust his father

exiting the cabinet's pair in borgin & burkes in 1991 and apparating into the manor, the wards recognizing him. appearing before his younger self tired, gaunt and traumatized.

his younger self is afraid of this man who looks to be on the brink of madness, whose hair is limp and unkempt, whose eyes rove, unable to focus on one point. this man who reminds him so much of his aunt bella, but looks so much like his mother. like himself.

17-year-old draco is frantic and desperate. shaking his younger self in bouts of anger and fear. "you must listen," he repeats. don't trust father. forget everything he's taught you. there's no honor in the malfoy name. blood purity will destroy you. don't trust him. listen to me. please. please listen to me.

the moment you can, you need to leave the manor. it's not safe here. you can't trust anyone, not in slytherin, not in the sacred 28. they'll turn you in. find somewhere safe, away from here. please listen.

"what about mother" his younger self asks. he's afraid. afraid of the version of himself who looks, acts like this. afraid of the things that are being asked of him. afraid to lose himself.

older draco breaks down in a sob. its the cry of a broken man, one who's lost everything. his fingers dig painfully into 11-year-old draco's shoulders.

"she let me become this," he says. "she told me she loves me, but she let me become this."

he cries and cries and cries.

young draco agrees to change his fate, if only to stop the loud sobs that are bound to attract attention.

it's like a switch flips, and older draco stops crying. he looks at his younger self, and suddenly his face is full of life. it's like he's glowing.

"i can feel it," he says in an awed whisper. "can't you? you've done it already."

and then he disappears.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Y’all are the absolute funniest most of the tags/comments on part 2 were either “oh shit Nancy????” Like we as a collective Steddie hivemind genuinely forgot Steve and Nancy were a Thing for a minute and I think that’s so sexy of us. OR y’all went “OH THANK FUCK ROBIN REMEMBERS” which. Y’all. Y’all don’t understand how little control I actually have over this fic 😂 like genuinely I’m not creating anything, it’s writing itself, I’m just writing the words down. It’s fantastic. 😂 also keep in mind I have a tentative posting schedule of every 4 days so expect something on/around the 16th! ❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Eddie runs.

He’s terrified and a coward but it’s kept him alive this long so he runs, books it back to his van, ignores Harrington calling out for him, only realizes when he’s most of the way home that he’s still got the ring clenched in his hand.

He stares at it long enough at a stoplight that someone honks at him when it turns green. “What the fuck,” he whispers again, placing it on his desk when he gets home. “What the fuck.”

Wayne knocks on his door then immediately pokes his head in, which completely defeats the purpose of the knock, but Eddie’s door was open anyways. “Eds?”

“Yeah?”

“Y’alright, kiddo?”

“I think I hallucinated.”

Wayne’s silent for a few long moments. “Did you take somethin’? Or are you bein’ dramatic?”

“I didn’t take anything.”

Wayne sighs. “Wanna tell me what you think you hallucinated?”

He’s about to, it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite say it. Like there’s a dam at the front of his mouth, and the words can’t break through. He lets out a desperate chuckle and shakes his head, flopping backwards onto his bed. “I don’t even know.”

Wayne raises a brow, but before he can respond, there’s a knock on the trailer door.

Knock is a polite term for it. It’s more like someone’s trying to break down the door with their fist. “Munson!” Someone yells. “Open this door, dammit, or I will drag you out by your ears!”

“Boy,” Wayne says, looking at him. “What the fuck did you get yourself into?”

Eddie groans, grabs his pillow, and screams into it.

When he surfaces for air, Wayne’s gone, talking to the person at the front door. Eddie vaguely recognizes the voice. Female, young, probably someone he has a class with.

Wayne, the traitor, lets her in, and Eddie’s suddenly faced with a furious Robin Buckley. He blinks. “Buckley?”

He tries to think back, but he hadn’t sold her anything recently—or ever, for that matter—so he has no idea why she’s here, looking like she’s about to murder him. “You said you’d listen.”

He blinks again. Sits up to face her. “What?”

“Steve. He told you.”

“Steve- Harrington? Oh, come on, Buckley, are you delusional too?”

Blue eyes narrow at him. “You’ve got a little stick-n-poke on your thigh. It’s an upside down star. It’s crappy ‘cause you did it yourself, but that’s why you love it. He already said your favorite song, so I won’t repeat it. You’ve had a frankly ridiculous crush on him practically since the moment you laid eyes on him. You call your guitar your sweetheart because that’s what your mom called you, and she’s the one who taught you to play.” She crosses her arms. “I can keep going.”

“I suppose you’re from the future, then, too?” Her words catch up to him and he suddenly blanches. “I, uh, I’m not sure about your second point.”

She softens some, which is rather unexpected, but he’s grateful. “Oh, Eddie.” She sits on the edge of his bed. “Me too. It’s alright. I’m sorry, I got upset because you ran, after you told Steve you’d listen, and…” she sighs, looking around his room, before standing when she catches sight of the ring on his desk. She picks it up and studies it. “This is practically all we have left,” she says softly, and Eddie feels like throwing up.

“Because I die?”

She looks at him like she’s seeing a ghost. “Yeah.”

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[sekai9]

So I did a thing.

Funny how you have a shower thought and the next thing you know you're 90k words deep into a time travel fix it.

[tiagems]

Thing that drives me a little bit insane about tma time travel fics is that when s5 Jon and Martin are teleported back to s1, they never act like themselves

S5 Jon has magically learned how to talk to people and s5 Martin sounds so emotionally dead and every time I'm like "they would not fucking say that"

S5 Jon should be manic and terrified, he should be in a lot of pain and depending on if he's connected to the Eye still or not, he should be groggy and vague and not making sense. S5 Martin should be a fucking mess, in the middle of crying, but also able to say with a degree of clarity that he's not here to hurt anyone, he just wants to find Jon, where is Jon

They do get one thing right, and that's if asked s5 Jon would absolutely infodump as much as he can

[albondiguilla007]

Tomarry recs Part l

Soooo, for the Tomarry girlies, hope this reaches you. Here are some recommendations of the pair. You should know that all of these have something in common though, aside from being my favorites. These are TOMARRY fanfictions, meaning Harry x Tom Riddle, not Harry x Voldemort. (So, most of them time travel)

I feel more comfortable with this ship, and I’ve found that it tends to be less toxic, (though not always). Another important thing about them is that most put both Harry and Tom in equal footing, meaning: no abuse or manipulation (tho Tom certainly tries), or just any funny business.

If there is anything I love about these fics is how Harry confronts Tom, questioning his beliefs and social standing by just being good ole Harry. Sassy, magically powerful and impulsive Harry. So yeah, enjoy!

- [ ] Wear Me Like a Locket Around My Throat: Technically incomplete, but it’s basically a second part. The main arch wraps up very nicely, so I’d count it as complete. The secondary characters are amazing, I fell in love with all of them. I don’t why, but Hogwarts feels pretty nostalgic in this one. 220k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7189349/chapters/16316573

- [ ] Terrible, but Great: Incomplete, still updating. The author has already written most of the second Arch. Tom reaaaallyyy wants Harry to submit and follow the Slytherin hierarchy. Harry won’t. They have the most epic confrontations. 173k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35714410/chapters/89052469

- [ ] Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men: Incomplete: This one is addictive, I’m telling ya. I couldn’t stop reading. Not time travel per se, but still amazing. A tiny bit of Drarry. Harry befriends the Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, etc) Tom is OBSESSED with Harry, like absolutely crazy about him. 146k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8323864/chapters/19063957

- [ ] you belong to me (i belong to you): Incomplete: Auror absolute boss bitch Harry. He reincarnates in another boy. Sort of? He catches everyone’s attention (Tom’s) when he starts acting differently (confident, powerful, won’t take shit from anyone) than he did before. 112k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

- [ ] Earning his notice: Complete: This one is very short, but I feel like it sums up all my favorite tropes. Definitely give it a try. So my boy travels back to Hogwarts, is sorted into Hufflepuff, manages to fly under the radar during his school years and starts working on a shady business on Knockturn Alley. Everything is fine until his shop is attacked by Death Eaters, and ✨surprise✨he earns Tom’s attention. 40k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1174940

- [ ] At the end of every road: Complete: Crack treated seriously. Fluff, sassy Harry. Tom courts Harry, they get engaged. Sort of. Harry becomes a professional Quidditch player. 90k https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642903/chapters/117465823

- [ ] What Souls are Made of: Complete: My two fav things: Golden Trio friendship + Tomarry (Ron and Hermione travel back in time with him) 277k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35109247/chapters/87462256

- [ ] Stab right through: Incomplete: Snarky Harry, I love him. He gets sorted in Ravenclaw (Harry is equally as confused) Tom is intrigued. 80k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051324/chapters/27288978

more recommendations here: Part ll

[itz-skyline]

For my time travel fic: what if the French army adjusted their clothes to the climate in egypt

So I was working on my time travel fic and while i was researching about the Egyptian campaign something just took my attention. that is the uniforms of the soldiers now we all know that those uniforms that they wore werent obviously meant for hot climates like these, I even read on the Napoleon.org that in the army alot soldiers suffered from overheating or heatstrokes.

So I decided that Leonard (my oc) in the story will make a suggestion about this issue now I dont know the protocals of uniforms getting adjusted for climate and how serious napoleon and the others would take it but im not really trying to go for a very realistic take with my story and this is more for a fun "what if" Scenario

Here are also murat and kléber in these uniforms now

The basics of these uniforms:

the basics that i use for these uniforms is that they have scarfs to protect their necks from the sun and to also offer more breathing room instead of the tight fabric they wrap around their necks

To protect the eyes i decided to add a cap that you can put over the scarf so that its secure. it is not connected to the bicorne

Also the pants are more wider like most people who live in hot climates usually have these big wide pants that leaves alot of room for the legs to breath and use lighter fabric

The most complaints that were received from soldiers is that they were constantly getting sand in their shoes so added a sort of longer legging or leg wraper that secures the boots so that no sand can come in

So this is kind of what I have at this point i know that this is alot attention to one of the issues this campaign had but im just having fun and imagining scenarios for my tine travel fic ( that i really need to give name to lmao)

Also have a kléber doodle cus why not

[akabbyrenee]

Some days you gotta amp yourself up for the long haul for those long fanfics… I finally found it again. “The Misadventures of Kakashi and the Girl From Nowhere” by Goldfishlover73.

My dude. First few paragraphs got me hooked. Goodbye to everyone for a while, I’m going into the trenches of this wonderful fic. Time to get my serious face on and be ready for the emotional roller coaster I’m gonna be in for.

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙Back to the Seasons of My Youth

By:desiccations, orphan_account, Potatoes_Radishes, Vrishchika

Summary:

Lan Wangji finds himself time- and dimension-traveling, but he really just wants to be back with his husband.

Chapter:1/1

Words:14,415

Status:completed

"What is my role here? In Cloud Recesses?"

"You are a beloved teacher. Shufu handed off many of his classes to you.”

"You lead the nighthunts with the juniors and you have your own place to experiment. You dabble in new forms of musical cultivation,"

"Your inventions used well over the cultivation world"

"Wei Ying is Gusu Lan's most valuable cultivator,"

"He is uncle's most valuable nephew in law, he appreciates your wisdom,"

"Brother loves having you around for tea, he delights in your company,"

You are Sizhui's father, he adores your presence, you loved to bury him in soil and claim it helps him grow taller and stronger." He smiles slightly, his face flushing as Wangji brings Wei Ying's ribbon to his lips maintaining eye contact, "And you are my beloved husband, my Wei Ying, forever.”

~

He raises a hand and brushes a warm cheek tenderly, running a thumb along the smooth skin, "You are free, Wei Ying. There are no debts or chains holding you here. You remain because you wish to, because you love and are loved in return. This is your home." He lifts the ribbon and caresses the cloud motif on it carefully, "A Lan in heart and spirit."

~~

"He is ours now because we were fortunate. Do not take that for granted. He will make enemies. He will sacrifice his entire being before he compromises on his honor or morality. He loves me beyond anything and even I cannot sway him away from the righteous path. If he must face the world to save a few innocent souls, he will do it. He has done it."

~~

"He is... lively." Wangji huffs in amusement, "Lively, bright, more beautiful than either of us can bear, certainly. But-" He hides a small smile behind his cup, "He yields beautifully to us." Lan Zhan's ears turn red, "He seems too free-spirited to... yield."

[oflights]

The Star Splitter, a Harry/Draco fic by oflights, NOW COMPLETE.

Summary: On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him.

In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

Notes: The Star Splitter is now complete! It has 32 chapters and clocks in at 219k words.

thank you so so so so much to everyone who read along, commented, left kudos, bookmarked, recced, sent asks: you have made this a phenomenal posting experience unlike anything else i've ever done, and i am so incredibly grateful to you! i'm also grateful to the folks who may start reading this today or over the weekend. i hope you all enjoy this fic; it was so lovely and fun to plot out and write, and i'm so excited to share it with you.

also check out both playlists, if you'd like: regular playlist | orchestral playlist

thank you to everyone who was excited about the snippets and voted in the poll!! i hope you like this, and let me know what you think!

read from the beginning.

[punkshort]

because i have no self control and i'm super excited, i felt like sharing a tiny piece of what i've written so far for the first part of in another life:

You stopped dead in your tracks when you stepped into your apartment, door wide open behind you, two pizza boxes balancing in one hand as you stared blankly at the massive man standing with his back to you in the middle of the living room. He was dressed in some strange type of robe that fell just above his knee and his head was bent, looking at something on your coffee table. When you cleared your throat, he swung around and defensively placed a hand at his waist. That was when you noticed the massive and very real looking sword at his side and your blood ran cold. "D-Danny!" you yelled, your eyes glued to the stranger's hand. As if he finally sensed your fear, he dropped his arm and straightened up. "Apologies-" "Danny!" you yelled again, louder this time. "Yeah? Hey! Sorry," Danny said, hurrying into the room with Lizard following on his heels. "Oh, pizza? Sweet," Lizard said, reaching for the boxes and brushing past you as if an armed man wasn't standing in the middle of your home. "Who the hell is this?!" you exclaimed, pointing towards the stranger while glaring at your brother. "I told you already, he's a friend who's crashing on the couch for a few days," he replied, following Lizard into the kitchen, pizza the only concern at that point. "My lady," the man began again, "please allow me to explain." "My lady?" you repeated with a scowl. "I thought you guys stopped playing Dungeons and Dragons after high school." "That's not -" Danny shook his head with a mouthful of pizza, "this is General Acacius." "General?" you said quizzically, raising an eyebrow first at Danny, then towards the large man in your living room. "Be serious, Danny." "He is!" "I promise, what he says is true," the general chimed in, taking a step closer and stretching out his hand. You sighed and dropped your things onto your table. "I'm too tired for this, it's been a long week." The general frowned, hand still outstretched. "Daniel, please explain to your mistress she is not to challenge men above her lover's ranking." You balked and gagged. "Lover?!" "Mistress?" Danny said at the same with a similar look of disgust. "Gross, dude, she's my sister." Something in the general's face shifted when he learned you were siblings and he looked at you with renewed interest. "Ah, so you do not belong to another?"

[citrusbrew]

heeheheeee I lobe them <33 also I keep making everyone in this AU hunt avatars I can’t help it rahagahghhhrr (Gerry is a hunt avatar, so are Tim and Melanie)

Close ups under the cut, a feel free to use them a pfp’s with credit!!!

the little sticky notes on the shelf <3 gerry also made those scratches bc he spends so much time there with Jon it’s practically his territory <3 Jon drew a little tea in a heart <3 Gerry called him gay for it <3 there’s a little kitty figurine on the shelf <3 Gerry is wearing a Mechs shirt <3

[mjmikaelson]

PENTHONY

—THE RAKE AND THE WALLFLOWER

moodboard inspired by the story “Shooting Star” by ddaendelions on ao3

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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[thetaxicabber]

Chapter art for Voyagers of Time and Shadow! 

This amazing art by @giselsann-opencommissions I'm so excited to continue getting art for this series! If you've read it let me know which scenes you'd like to see! :) 

Here's an entry for this chapter ✨⚡️

The playful duel soon became a flurry of spells. If Evelyn doesn’t use Ancient Magic, she and Sebastian are fairly well matched. He’s been practicing over the summer to keep up with her. The dummies of Feldcroft were his only companion since Anne left and he made great use of them. As for Evelyn, she has been told by her Professors that she has pure talent with magic.

Both of she and Sebastian have discarded their scarves and robes, thrown hastily over the stone wall between casting. Evelyn is warm and she knows her cheeks are flushed. She tolls under his knockback jinx with practiced ease.

They’ve drawn a crowd of students as spectators. People are cheering for both of them. It feels like Crossed Wands now and Evie is relishing in it. Everyone’s eyes are wide at the assortment of spells she and Sebastian unleash on each other.