#theadorelocksly

[qqueenofhades]

34 "I won't let this happen." With season 1 garcy? Only you want of course!!!💖💖💖

34. "I won't let this happen."

The lingering rush in the air after the Lifeboat has disappeared -- Wyatt, Rufus, and Jiya all looking at Lucy as if they fully expect to never see her alive again -- is still echoing in the warehouse, stirring up swirls of dust, and making the Mothership rock ever so slightly on its struts. Lucy stands there looking at it, really looking at it. She had a brief and unpleasant ride in it out of 1780, after Flynn kidnapped her from the Rittenhouse house of horrors, but at the time, she was too beside herself with grief and rage and fear to actually take it in. Doubtless the others were disappointed in her lack of tactical thinking, but that's all beside the point now. She's just volunteered to ride back in it with Flynn again -- Flynn and his mysterious, mercurial pilot, Emma, who's leaning against the white plasteel wall and looking at Lucy appraisingly. For some reason, her gaze feels cold. That, or --

"Well," Flynn says roughly, making Lucy jump. She hasn't heard him come up behind her, but there he is, looking as if this is something he'd rather get over with as soon as possible. "Are we going?"

"Soon as you say so, boss." Emma tips a casual salute and saunters up the steps of the time machine, vanishing inside to prepare for the jump. Lucy looks after her, still unable to shake the odd sensation that Emma doesn't like her. Then another possibility occurs to her, and she flinches. It doesn't seem terribly likely, what with the way Flynn has been so single-mindedly hellbent to avenge his murdered wife and daughter, but no man is an island, and all that. The two of them -- do they have some kind of secret thing, and Emma is upset about Lucy moving in to disrupt this cozy synergy, romantic or otherwise? Or --

"What?" Flynn says. "Are you having second thoughts about putting your life in the hands of this monster?"

"No." Lucy turns around to meet his eyes. As usual, she has to tip her head back to an inordinate degree. He really needs to be less good at reading her, picking up on all her unspoken hesitations and fears -- but why should this be a fear? It's nothing to her if Flynn and Emma are engaging in a little extracurricular activities. She has this fragile maybe-maybe-not possibility with Wyatt, and that's all that she cares about. Flynn is -- Flynn, this dangerous, reckless, violent, bruised, heartbroken, angry, brave, beautiful man, who has taken no heed of time and space in his quest to bring justice for his loved ones -- after all we've been through, she asked him back in 1780, wondering why on earth he wouldn't just go back to his family and unconsciously accounting them as one thing, one unit, fighting the same war even on different sides, but suddenly she wonders if it is --

"No," she repeats, for emphasis. "And I told you, I don't think you're a monster. I meant it then, and I meant it now."

Flynn's hooded eyes flicker, terse and unreadable. Then he nods once, tightly, and starts across the sawdust floor to the Mothership, Lucy trotting in his wake. At the open door, Flynn stops. "I'll get you back safely," he says, as if perhaps she might like to hear it spoken explicitly aloud. "But I'll expect the favor to be returned. If fucking Denise Christopher or one of your other interfering goverment friends decides to lay a trap and grab me -- "

"It won't," Lucy says, before she can stop herself or think better of the impulsive promise. "I won't let that happen."

Flynn's dark eyes search hers, shuttered and wary but still, instinctively, after all this, trusting her. I prayed to God for guidance, for answers, and He led me here. To this.

And Lucy's own voice answering, so easily, just as unthinkingly, because it was only the simple and obvious truth. What if He led you to me?

It turns her cold from head to toe, in a way she can't explain or understand. Whatever it is, whatever they are, there is some red thread of fate woven between them without a doubt, and she can't entirely push aside the part of her that wants to pull. How does Flynn have her journal? How is it that one word from her can still soothe his wrath and fury and make him listen like she's the only thing that matters in the world? Who is he? Who, who?

"Come on," Flynn says, stepping onto the ladder. "Better get you back before your horrible little friends decide that I have killed you."

"They're not that bad," Lucy protests, as Flynn stops short, holds out a brusque hand to help her up, and by reflex, she takes it. It is large and strong and steady as a rock, and it boosts her up into the glittering white interior of the Mothership as if that, as if this, was what they were always meant to do. "They just -- "

Flynn snorts, expressing his utter uninterest in hearing it, and Lucy stops. They reach the cabin and sit down in the stylish black crash-foam seats, pulling the straps over their heads. Once more, she looks at him sidelong, feeling the weight of conversations unfinished, words unsaid. But she can't say what she wants to in front of Emma, and maybe, just maybe, there will be other meetings like this, where they're not fighting or trying to kill each other. Just.... talking.

Lucy leans her head back, closes her eyes, and braces herself. She isn't sure why she briefly feels like she's close to tears, but it's been an emotional day, that's all. Flynn, and Ethan Cahill, and her desperate hopes for what they'll find when they get back home. If this is the end of Rittenhouse, finally and forever. Maybe then they can return to the future, not the past. Whatever it is, she wants Flynn to be there. She does. And maybe, maybe, he still wants the same.

She can hear him breathing. She wants to look. She doesn't.

In a moment more, they jump.

[fic prompts]

#lucy x flynn #garcy #garcy ff #fic prompts #theadorelocksly #ask

[the-little-whumper]

👕🧢🦋

🐬🌎❄️

🥏🛝🛼

🚎💎🚿

💙💙💙

For you my dear 🥰

Thank you 💙

#some of them are not blue #and one of them is just rectangles #but I got it #asks #theadorelocksly #I like gifts that I only need to see without touching

[kim-poce]

I do not persevere. Only affection 💖

S2

#I love you <3 #thank you! #theadorelocksly #asks

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

✨Tight✨ for the whump word promt?🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Have a good day love💖

Hi theadorelocksly! Absolutely! I hope you have a good day too! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

From this ask game

Whumpee's chest felt tight, and they couldn't seem to get enough air. Their heart was beating out of their chest, and the room was spinning.

"Whumpee?" a distant voice echoed, "are you okay?"

Everything sounded like it was underwater. No, everything sounded clear now, too clear. There were too many sounds happening at once, it was too loud, too bright, there was too much going on. Make it stop, make it stop!

"Make it stop," Whumpee mumbled.

Whumpee put their tingling hands over their ears and squeezed their eyes shut. They were dying, weren't they? Surely that's what was happening, wasn't it? Whumpee didn't want to die, oh gosh, they didn't want to die! But how could they stop it? Did they even have any control over this?

"Whumpee!"

Whumpee's tearful eyes snapped open. There was an grip on their shoulders and a pair of eyes peering into theirs. Caretaker.

"M-make it stop," Whumpee uttered, "I don't wanna die."

"You're not going to die," Caretaker said, "take a deep breath for me."

Whumpee tried to take a breath, but they went straight back to hyperventilating a moment later.

"I-I can't," Whumpee sobbed.

"Shh, that's okay," Caretaker said, "try again. You can do it, just do what I do."

Caretaker took a deep breath. Whumpee copied them as best as they could manage. After a few agonizing moments, Caretaker exhaled; Whumpee did the same. Caretaker repeated the process with Whumpee until Whumpee's breathing was at a normal rhythm.

"There," Caretaker said, "let's get you out of here, yeah?"

Caretaker helped Whumpee stand up from where they were sitting while Whumpee got a proper look around. There were bleachers, and a whole crowd of people sitting in rows. Whumpee looked over at a field and saw a football fly through the air. Oh.

"T-the game," Whumpee stammered, "what about the game? You really wanted to be here, and-"

"Not if it's going to give you a panic attack," Caretaker said gently, "come on, I can always watch it on TV."

Caretaker led Whumpee out of the crowded stadium and to the car. Whumpee shakily climbed into the passenger seat while Caretaker got in on the driver's side. Whumpee turned to look at Caretaker, who smiled.

"Let's go home."

#whump #hurt/comfort #panic attack #inspired by real events #writeblr #writing #creative writing #snippet #as requested #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #whump words ask game

[watercolorfreckles]

I wouldn’t be shocked if someone else already asked this but can you continue a choice to love you? I really love your writing by the way. I have a tab of your master list open on my phone so I can reread your stories when I am bored.

Anon, i am UNBELIEVABLY flattered that you just keep my masterlist open?? i cannot?? fathom that?? You are so sweet! That makes me feel so happy, thank you <3 Hope you enjoy this!! Continuation also requested by @chibicelloking, @theadorelocksly, @zakizigekwe

A Choice to Love You - Part 2

Part 1

The tray clinked as it was expertly slid onto the table, presenting an array of fancy appetizers, shrimp cocktails, and two glasses of wine

Villain smiled pleasantly at the waitress. "Thank you. Now." The Villain's voice changed, and though it wasn't directed at Guard, it tugged at the walls of her brain like the pull of a tide. "You walked away and forgot you ever saw the two of us. You locked the door to the balcony--in your new memory, you had a good reason. "

Villain's voice visibly rippled the air, deftly carving a path to the waitress. The magic swelled heady and enticing in the air. It's influence shimmered for just a moment, reflecting in the waitress's pupils like glass caught in the light.

The server's gaze smoothed into something glossy and unseeing, like the glass eye of a porcelain doll.

Guard held her breath as the server turned around, walking in even strides back into the main dining room. She shut the balcony door just as she was compelled. The lock clicked into place.

And they were alone again.

Villain plucked up a piece of shrimp by the tail and dipped it into the cocktail sauce, offering it up against Guard's lips. His eyes gleamed for an entirely different reason than that of the server he'd just manipulated.

Guard shot him a glare and considered biting his fingers. That, at least, might wipe the smug grin off of his face.

She had to admit, privately, that victory suited him. He wore it like a crown that could only ever be his, and walked through the city as though it were his to bend; the seas his to part.

Without the power-suppressing cuffs, those damned handcuffs, it was.

And he was gleefully, brazenly aware.

She shouldn't have found it--him--so enticing.

Villain smiled. "Do have a taste, doll. You'll grow hungry if you don't."

Guard's breath caught, the draw of Villain's sway brushing over her like a caress. Restrained enough not to force her to do anything. Strong enough to promise the possibility.

Locking eyes with the villain, Guard leaned forward, taking the meat of the shrimp between her teeth. She leaned back again, chewing slowly.

Who was she to turn down a luxurious meal? The alternative--should she not have been currently held hostage--was a cup of instant noodles or some frozen mashed potatoes growing moldy in the freezer.

Villain's smile grew delighted in the way that was uniquely him. Sharp and teasing at the corners, like she'd only seen it be when addressing her. He tossed the discarded tail of the shrimp over the railing behind them.

"That's littering," Guard murmured, mouth still full.

Villain spread his arms wide. "Arrest me."

Guard's gaze flicked heavenward, then away from the criminal entirely, snatching a different overpriced hors d'oeuvre from the tray and taking a bite.

It was delicious, in a slightly pretentious rich people food kind of way.

Guard looked out at the city lights to avoid Villain's satisfied smirk. They glittered beneath the haze of sunken clouds.

The cool night air was soothing. A welcome reprieve from the stale and oppressive warmth of Hero's prison. Villain's quarters were the deepest in the compound, buried underground and encompassed by 10-foot thick walls of cement on every side.

She finally glanced over at him--the monster of her ward--the whisper in the nighttime.

Still smiling at her.

Cocky, sure. But not with the air that she was something to conquer. A toy to wind up and let go and go until it no longer worked.

He looked at her as if she--the warden to his cage--the gridlock to his freedom...as if she were something to earn.

Guard smoothed her hands over the fabric of the silk dress she was wearing, a dusty-rose skirt spilling all the way to the floor. Surprisingly, Villain hadn't chosen something overly-revealing or flashy just to prove that he could. He'd invented something that suited her style--if one could imagine a dress suiting her preference for literal suits of armor.

Somehow, it did.

The Villain across from her was in a black suit and red tie.

Reality had rewritten itself just as he commanded it to, the changes he divined materializing in a hazy instant.

"I cleaned up for the lady, fresh shaven and dressed in something far more suitable for the occasion," Villain had said, the night around him thickening with the swell of power."The lady shall be dressed in something deserving of a five-star meal; something comfortable. I do hate the itch of cheap clothing, don't you?"

Villain was a reality-shifter. Time and matter and all that existed were putty in his hands.

It had been best explained to her that in an infinite number of universes with infinite possibilities, Villain could reach out and grasp the pieces he preferred from those limitless timelines and steal them, dragging them here for the patchwork reality of his own.

Like scooping up stars and pinning them to a corkboard.

He could will the sun to stop burning if he wanted it to.

"Why am I here?" Guard asked. "I freed you, you don't need me for anything more.

Villain's brow furrowed, lowering the glass of red wine he'd been sipping. "Doll. Lover. Sweet guard of mine," he purred, "isn't it clear enough? I fancy you. I offered you dinner. And you didn't say no."

Guard stared at him, fist tight around her bundled-up silverware.

She was struck with the realization that she hadn't fought him at all since unlocking those cuffs. No last-minute attempts to turn the tables around. No quick jab to the ribs for good measure, even if it cost her her life. She was Hero's number one for a reason.

A sharp twinge twisted her insides. She clenched her teeth hard enough to feel her jaw stiffen. "You compelled me to--"

"I did not."

"You might as well have," she snapped, blurting before her brain could caution her words.

The master criminal properly glowed at that, grin lighting up his face. "How lovely to know you're so charmed by me, doll."

Guard's face burned. "Stop it."

Villain reached out to rest both hands atop Guard's own, leaning over the table as if they were conspiring together.

Maybe, she thought distantly, they were.

He spoke again, voice low. Velvet against her ears, yet void of any magic.

"Haven't you ever considered what Hero must think of you to leave you in musty dungeons to guard monsters like me? How disposable he must regard his righthand?"

"Hero trusts me more than anyone."

"He trusts you to die defending him and his kind."

Guard pushed back from the table, standing up. "You think I won't?" she snapped.

Villain's expression eased into that subtly fond one, the one he held just for her. "Oh, love. I know you would. That's why he doesn't deserve you. Friends don't expect friends to carry the fate of the world on their back. They don't brag of loyalty as something to be leashed."

Guard stared again, frozen in step.

Villain clinked their glasses together in toast, taking another sip. His eyes remain fixed on hers.

"You may leave if you wish, Guard, I told you from the beginning. You have a choice in this."

The night was quiet again. Peaceful. Demanding nothing of her at all.

Guard took a deep breath.

And sat back down.

Prompt in part 1 is by @nuttynutcycle :)

I am realizing now that this is similar to Brain Waves but iT's fiNe

General Taglist: @my-art-wahl, @valiantlytransparentwhispers, @distance-does-not-matter, @redbircl, @lilaccatholic, @crazytwentythrees, @thelazywitchphotographer, @chibicelloking, @lolafaiy, @thinkwrite5, @putridghost, @tobeornottobeateacher, @sunflower1000, @bouncyartist, @feyriddle, @yet-another-heathen, @silverwhisperer1, @distractedlydistracted, @pensivespacepirate, @appleejuice, @deflated-bouncingball @maybe-a-cat42, @m0chik0furan, @mercurymoments, @fairysprinkless, @vuvulia, @classicplesiosaur, @amongtheonedaisy, @dabi-s-whore, @rose-pinkie, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @scorpio-smiles, @inkygemuwu, @wolfeyedwitch, @thewhumpmeisterx3000, @xxkitsurikaxx, @moonquires, @lem-hhn, @fanastywhump, @smallangryfish, @ladybookworm, @freefallingup13, @acaiaforrest, @a-blue-comedy, @puppyaddictt, @pickleking8, @a-person-who-likes-musicals, @talkingsperm, @qualitychaoslover, I maxed out tags, so the rest will be in the comments!

#civilian x villain #writeblr #villain x civillian #hero x villain #guard x villain #writing snippet #creative writing #my writing #writers of tumblr #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #villain x civilian #male villain #prompt fill

[female-fogbank]

I was tagged by @mathgirl24. Thank you for the tag! I usually don't do these but I thought fuck it, I got time, let's do it!

Rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing (I just don't do it very often) // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend (sometimes) // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

tagging: @doctorliamsr, @salrevientad @sasschronicles, @theadorelocksly, @tinderbox210, @katechaucer, @kateera, @spirkme915, @muchadoaboutstartrek, @romulanslutempire, @flvfrr, @kermitthehag, @jemmalynette, @iron-moon, and anyone else who wants to play the game!

#tag game

[nevada-b-1780]

I was tagged by @mathgirl24 to list 8 TV shows to get to know me. Thank you for the tag! 😊

Dark

Battlestar Galactica (2004)

Timeless

Doctor Who

Farscape

Community

Ulysses 31

ER

That was so tricky to narrow down! Just outside the top 8 were also: Dollhouse, Babylon 5, ST: DS9, Firefly and SGA 😁

I also like my sci-fi and especially time travel and weirdness 😆

Tagging (I don't think they've been tagged yet) @kirstyleeder @lostworldminethy @mariannesketchnotes @theadorelocksly @coldsasschronicles and anyone I've missed who wants to join in (only if you want to, no pressure 🙂)

#tag games #mathgirl24

[mathgirl24]

Thank you, @theadorelocksly, for infecting helping me.

#math is beautiful #math #mathematics

[magnificentcowboypeanutpaper]

Tagged by the ever wonderful @kissedbydragonfire

favorite time of the year? Autum - crisp leaves, orange pumpkins and the option to light a fire if it gets too cold.

comfort food? currently sesame snaps - don't know why but that's where I am right now.

favorite dessert? Chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis. I just love making it.

things you collect? Used to collect soaps. Now that I'm older I seem to collect secrets unintentionally

favorite drink? Recently discovered a recipe for mulled white wine with a cointreau spiced syrup.

favorite musical artist? Too eclectic to name any single artist.

last song listened to? What up? Emma-Lee Moss

last movie watched? Austinland

last series watched? Killing Eve

currently watching?  This is Going to Hurt (going through the recorded and getting round to watch it later list)

current obsession? Peeta Mellark - trying to kick the habit but it's tenacious

dream place to visit? Somewhere I can breathe

place you wanna go back to? Paris

something you want? To remember who I used to be. She got a bit lost in the mix of everything

currently working on? Pretending to work on? Walk the Line

Okay, I'm going to try here. If you've already been tagged sorry. If I miss you join in anyway if you want

tagging @princessamerigocreations, @lostworldminethy, @theadorelocksly, @ununpredictableme, @nevada-b-1780, @ancsury92

[twoshipsnorowboat]

get to know you better!

tagged by the lovely @theadorelocksly <3 now it’s time to expose myself to the world. fuck.

Currently watching: ...Nothing? Haha I’ve been a bit busy lately. I did sneak some episodes of Heartstopper and now I’m done!

Currently listening: My head is looping Wishful Drinking - Tessa Violet, Voilà - Barbara Pravi (this is Satoko Miyahara’s fault for having such an amazing gala program), Sofia - Clairo, and Fall In Love With A Girl - Cavetown (this was SOO good live). It’s a fun time in there right now !

Currently reading: Do Not Say We Have Nothing - Madeleine Thien. Reading for school but it’s actually good on its own and now I want to read more Madeleine Thien

am gonna tag @attitudeissues @lord-starquaad and anyone else who wants to!

#rin rambles #also wtf thea the 'not just mutual FRIENDS' tag is making me aww so much #<3<3<3

[the-little-whumper]

Hi!

[This is a fictional character's whump blog, run by @kim-poce. From the series Full House]

I don't talk much so let's keep it simple;

Name: R or Ray.

Age: Not a minor.

Favorite tropes: I'm still finding out, so I'll update it later. Send sugestions so I can look them up.

Squicks: Food.

Asks: Open and welcomed, but I got memory issues so there is it.

Obs: I block really really easily.

More: I'm not a person, but I can write fictional people suffering so I guess it's enough, if you want to ask why I'm not a person: don't. Not whump related but I can play violin and harpa.

— — —

Full House taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain, @whump-blog, @wolfeyedwitch, @octopus-reactivated, @sufferfictionalcharacters, @rat-father, @badluck990, @onlybadendings, @inpainandsuffering, @mazeish, @neuro-whump, @freefallingup13, @sideblogformindtrash, @extemporary-username, @jadeocean46910, @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight, @melancholy-in-the-morning, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @neverthelass, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @whumpfessional, @sinning-shipping-trash, @batfacedliar-yetagain, @scp-1296, @dont-touch-my-soup, @damienxozmoze, @nicolepascaline, @rose-pinkie, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @dyingisbadforyourhealth, @theadorelocksly, @aswallowimprisoned, @bluewhumpcrew, @fuzzybucketz

#whump intro #lilttle one speaks

[kim-poce]

You’re an amazing writer and I’m always happy to see you on my dash💖 HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!! 🥰💖🫶🏼

Thank you so much you are so sweet!

#asks #theadorelocksly #not whump

[writtenwolves]

Get to know you better tag

I was tagged by @the-forest-library, thank you!

Last song: American Pie by Don McLean.

Last show: 911: Lone Star, apparently. I would’ve guessed an episode of ER.

Currently watching: I finished Leverage: Redemption last week and am now between shows.

Currently reading: The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta (digital), Tiny But Mighty by Hannah Shaw (audio), and Rock Art Handbook by Samantha Sarles (physical), because if I can’t currently make art, foster kittens, or work in a bakery, I might as well read about it.

Tagging: @ununpredictableme @theadorelocksly @actuallylorelaigilmore and @somekindofflowergirl (no pressure!)

#tag games

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

@theadorelocksly thank you so so much for the crabs!!!😭😭😭😭

[emmathompsonsmartini]

Wrapped Hands & Healing Hearts

“I’m not strong enough for this anymore.”

#timeless #Garcy #Garcy ff #Garcia flynn #Lucy Preston #theadorelocksly #my fic #my writing

[female-fogbank]

@theadorelocksly Merry Christmas!! I heard something has come up with your Secret Santa and your present will be a little late this year. So, while you're waiting for your present from your Secret Santa. Here's a little pastel bon bon to tide you 🙌🍬

Flynn pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of Rosie’s diner. He dismounted the bike, pulled off his helmet and looked around. It seemed like a popular spot, and he’d been riding for hours. Hot food and a proper seat were calling to him. He headed inside and was greeted by a waitress who told him to sit where he liked. He looked around and was taken aback when he saw Lucy Preston sitting in a booth. 

Her table was unsurprisingly covered in books, pens and a notepad. Her laptop was open to the side. He hadn’t seen her in months since the war with Rittenhouse ended and they’d been pardoned for their ‘misdeeds’ through history. It was quite amazing out of the small town diners in the middle of nowhere, they’d both end up in the same one by chance. It was almost like a sign. If one believed in those things.

#timeless #timeless secret santa #garcy secret santa #garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #abigail spencer #goran visnjic #mini fic