#time travel fanfiction

[threewaywithdelusion]

You Me Her

Since AO3 is down and I'm sure people are losing their minds looking for fics (I am people), I'm posting some of my fics over here. If you look in the tag "Mia writes fanfic" you can see all the fic I've posted on tumblr. If you prefer to read on AO3 now that it’s back up, you can find this fic here

Robin was the first person to notice something was wrong with Steve Harrington. 

By the end of the day, everyone had noticed. People were whispering up and down the halls, wondering what had happened to Steve since yesterday to make him act so drastically different. He hadn’t flirted with a single girl all day. He’d told Tommy Hagan to “knock it off” when Tommy had started tormenting a freshman. He’d treated his friends weirdly – avoiding Jason Carver, a sophomore on the basketball team who he’d been training, losing patience with Carol Perkins’s snappish remarks, freezing up when some cheerleaders talked to him. 

Robin heard all of this second-hand. King Steve was so notorious that even the band kids were gossiping about his personality transplant. Multiple people came up to Robin to share some tidbit of gossip that they insisted proved that Steve had been body-snatched. 

But Robin didn’t need rumors to know that Steve Harrington was different. She’d known since first period, when he’d walked into Ms. Click’s class on time and without a bagel. Steve had barely glanced at Tammy, even as she’d looked at him from under her lashes, beautiful and enticing. Instead, Steve had, for the first time in his entire life, looked at Robin. 

And he’d smiled at her. Not a polite acknowledgement of her existence – which still would have been more than Robin had ever gotten from him – but a huge, friendly smile. The kind that would have had most girls falling at his feet. 

Robin glanced behind her to see if Steve was smiling at someone else, but unless Steve was smiling like that at Fred Benson – even more unlikely – he was definitely directing that expression at her. 

Robin spun back to Steve, unsure what her face was communicating. Confusion, maybe, or wide-eyed shock. 

Steve didn’t look offended or surprised by her reaction, just gave her a dorky little wave and sat down. 

Robin stared at the back of his head, still trying to process what had just happened. Tammy turned to Robin, scanning her up and down. Robin knew she was just trying to figure out what about Robin had caught King Steve’s interest, but her scrutiny made Robin feel all hot anyway. It was Tammy, looking at Robin intently. With purpose. Taking in Robin’s stupid perm and her smudgy makeup and her layers of jewelry. 

Robin blushed. 

Tammy turned back around. 

Ms. Click began talking, but Robin didn’t hear a single word for the rest of class, lost in thought. She alternated between loud mental screaming about the fact that Tammy had looked at her and staring at Steve Harrington’s famous hair and wondering what the hell had inspired him to notice her existence. 

Robin was packing in a daze at the end of class when Steve gave her another smile before leaving. Robin accidentally met Tammy’s eyes, which were just as confused as Robin felt. 

Tammy bit her lip, which was pink and soft-looking. “Robin? Did you talk to Steve over the weekend?”

Oh my god. Tammy was talking to her. It wasn’t like Tammy never talked to her, but every single time it made Robin lose her mind and babble like a freak. 

Robin just shook her head instead of risking opening her mouth. 

“Oh,” Tammy said, looking disappointed. “But you like him?”

“No,” Robin said honestly. “I don’t even know him.”

“But you like him,” Tammy said, and this time it wasn’t a question. “I saw you blushing after he smiled at you.”

“I guess so,” Robin said. What else was she supposed to say? She couldn’t tell Tammy that she didn’t give a damn if Steve Harrington looked at her and that the blush had been all for Tammy. That would send Tammy running the other way.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Tammy said. “A lot of girls like Steve.”

She didn’t mention that she was one of those girls, but she didn’t need to. Robin knew. 

Maybe it would be okay to pretend to like Steve. It would give her and Tammy something in common and it would help her hide in plain sight. Steve was the perfect fake crush for a lesbian, pretty and athletic enough to be an acceptable crush, but unattainable enough that she would never have to act on it. Robin had never faked a crush on him before because of the principle of the thing, but now that she’d accidentally already done it, she might as well keep up the pretense. 

“Today must have been a fluke,” Robin told Tammy, trying to sound both reassuring and lovelorn. She didn’t want Tammy to see her as a threat. She wanted her to see her as a friend. “I don’t think Steve even knows my name.”

***

But Steve kept smiling at her for the rest of the week and on Thursday, Tammy asked Robin if she wanted to hang out after school. 

“Really?” Robin asked. Then, “I mean, yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”

So Robin went to Tammy’s house with the rest of Tammy’s friends. Apparently they did this every Thursday — Friday and Saturday were date nights, which made Thursday the perfect girls’ night. 

They went up to Tammy’s room, which was like peeking into her mind. The other girls paid no attention to the room, probably having seen it a million times. They settled on the floor, spreading bowls of chips and chocolates around and pulling out magazines and nail polish. But Robin couldn’t help but try to take in every detail of the room. The walls were pink and the curtains and bedspread a gauzy white, giving everything a bit of a princess feel. But there were posters on the wall, and not the kind Robin had expected. There weren’t handsome movie stars — these were girls with guitars. 

“Who’s that?” Robin asked, pointing at a poster of a girl with long straight hair, standing over a microphone and holding a guitar. 

Tammy twisted to see who Robin was pointing to. “That’s Emmylou Harris. She’s incredible. She was one of the first women to really make it big in country music.”

“So you want to be like her?” Robin asked. 

Tammy blushed a little, playing with the end of her long blonde curls. “I mean, I don’t know if I’m as good as Emmylou Harris. But that’s the dream.”

“You’re really good,” Robin said sincerely. “I heard you singing Kiss On My List before class the other day and it was-“ captivating. life-changing. beautiful. “Really good,” Robin finished lamely. 

“Thank you,” Tammy said, looking touched. 

One of Tammy’s friends — Olivia? — rolled her eyes. “Tam, we didn’t invite Robin here to talk about your singing. We want to hear about Steve Harrington!”

The two other girls — Karen and Melissa — giggled and nodded their agreement. 

“What did you do to get his attention?” Olivia asked Robin. 

Robin tried not to obviously deflate. She wanted to talk to Tammy about her passions, see the way Tammy lit up when she smiled. She didn’t want to gossip about stupid boys, especially not Steve Harrington. 

But that was why they’d invited her over. Her fake crush on Steve was her in with these girls, with Tammy, and she had to make them believe her if she wanted to be invited to spend more time with him. 

“I don’t know,” Robin said honestly. “I’ve sat behind him all year and I didn’t think he knew I existed. And then all of a sudden on Monday — bam! — he’s acting like he knows me.”

Melissa hummed, passing around bottles of nail polish. “Maybe it’s your hair? Did you perm it recently? Cause Heather Holloway says Steve has a thing for girls with curly hair.”

Tammy frowned at her own hair and shook her head. “Robin’s hair has been like that all year.”

Tammy had watched Robin closely enough to notice what she did with her hair? Robin bit down on a smile, grabbing blue nail polish from Melissa. 

“Did you go to the party last weekend?” Karen asked. 

Robin shook her head. She’s actually spend last weekend reading a book, listening to her language tapes, and playing board games with her parents. Nothing that could be remotely considered cool. 

“Did you look particularly pretty on Monday?” Olivia asked. 

Robin shrugged. “I think I just looked how I always do.”

Tammy put on a Kris Kristofferson record then sat down beside Robin again. “I guess we’ll just have to watch what he does in class. Collect more information.”

“I guess so,” Robin said, hoping Steve forgot her existence soon for her own sake. She didn’t know what she would do if he actually asked her out. 

But maybe if he kept giving her attention she could keep this new friendship with Tammy, at least for a little while. 

Robin sighed, loud and long. 

“Don’t worry,” Tammy said, “We’ll figure it out.”

“And you don’t… mind?” Robin asked. “I know you like him too. I don’t want to break girl code or something.”

Robin had never worried about breaking girl code before, for obvious reasons, but she’d seen girls fall out over liking the same guy. 

Olivia snorted. “Please. Girl code doesn’t count when it comes to Steve Harrington. He’s slept with half the school.”

“Yeah, everyone knows he’s just a good time,” Karen added. “He doesn’t actually date girls for real.”

“I went out with him for two weeks in middle school,” Melissa said. “We made it to second base and then he dumped me for Erica Tanner.”

“You’re in good company here,” Olivia promised. 

Tammy still hadn’t spoken. Tammy was  focused on painting her nails bright pink, a color Robin would never choose for herself but that perfectly matched with Tammy’s pink cheeks and pink lips, which she was biting. 

Because Tammy cared, Robin realized. Steve might be the school slut, and he might never date a girl seriously, but Tammy liked him for real. 

Melissa, Olivia, and Karen were now arguing over whether Melissa’s two-week fling with Steve Harrington counted as a relationship. They seemed sufficiently distracted, so Robin dropped her voice low and leaned into Tammy’s space. 

“Do you mind?” she asked Tammy. “Because I can back off.”

“No,” Tammy said, smile pretty and entirely a lie. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Robin didn’t know what to do with that. Was Tammy trying to save face by not admitting she had a real crush on Steve Harrington? Was this her way of testing if Robin was worthy friend-material? How was Steve fucking Harrington Robin’s key to getting to know Tammy and also the one who was mostly likely to ruin this new friendship?

“Okay,” Robin said, staring at her nails so she wouldn’t have to figure out what facial expression was appropriate. She cleared her throat. “So you were telling me about Emmylou Harris?”

***

Steve Harrington came up to Robin at her locker on Friday, when she was getting the books she needed to take home for the weekend. 

“Hey,” he said, like it wasn’t supremely weird that he was approaching Robin Buckley, band geek and wallflower and no one who ever should have caught his eye. 

“Hi?” Robin answered. 

Steve ran his fingers through his hair. “Do you want to go to the diner with me? We could get milkshakes.”

Robin stared at him. Was this a joke? A prank? Had one of his friends dared him to ask out the weird band kid?

“What?” Robin asked. 

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. He looked nervous, which was crazy. He was Steve Harrington and she was just Robin Buckley. 

“I can drive us,” Steve said. “And I’ll pay.”

“I’m not going on a date with you,” Robin said. It was a gut reaction, but a second later Robin couldn’t help but wonder if she should have said yes. What was she going to tell Tammy about why she’d turned down her supposed crush?

But why was Steve Harrington even asking her out in the first place?

Steve didn’t look offended at her rejection, but he did hurry to say, “I know. I didn’t mean as a date.”

Robin looked down the hall. A group of cheerleaders at one end was watching them, giggling and tittering. Had the cheerleaders put him up to this? Girls could be vicious, but trying to embarrass a girl by having a boy ask her out seemed like a more guy type of prank somehow. 

“You want to hang out with me just as friends,” Robin said skeptically. 

“Yeah,” Steve said. 

Robin rolled her eyes. “Right. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I mean it,” Steve said. “I want to be friends.”

He was lying. Robin didn’t know why, but he was lying. Maybe he thought that if she hung out with him as “friends” she would eventually change her mind and agree to date him. 

“Why?” Robin demanded. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”

Steve opened his mouth, then paused. He thought for a few seconds before he said, “You seem cool.”

Robin snorted. “I’m the furthest thing from cool.”

“No, I know,” Steve said. “I mean you seem… interesting. Nice. Fun.”

“You don’t even know me,” Robin said. “We’ve never spoken, and now all of a sudden you’re interested in me? I don’t buy it.”

“It’s true,” Steve said. He jumped as a hand landed on his arm and then Carol Perkins was there, staring Robin down with disdain in her eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Carol asked. 

“I was asking Robin to milkshakes,” Steve said. 

Carol gave Robin an up-and-down and it didn’t feel good like when Tammy had done it. Carol wasn’t admiring her. She was looking at Robin like gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. 

“Are you that bored of going out with pretty girls?” Carol asked, voice all fake-interested like it was a real question. 

Steve scowled, shaking Carol’s hand off his arm. “Robin’s pretty.”

Carol rolled her eyes. “She’s not terrible, I guess, under that bad perm, but she dresses like a dyke. If you want to rebel and date a freak or a charity case, you can do better.”

Robin flinched violently when Carol said the word dyke. She fought to keep her expression straight even as her heart raced and her lungs constricted. 

Did Carol Perkins know? Or had she blindly thrown out an insult, hoping it would hurt?

“Don’t call her that,” Steve snapped, his face dark and furious. He looked frightening enough that Robin skittered back half a step. 

Carol didn’t look scared of Steve, but her mouth did drop open in shock. 

That was fair. Robin was shocked too. 

Was Steve defending her?

Maybe this was what it meant to be a girl Steve Harrington liked. Maybe he didn’t like Carol calling Robin a dyke because that was an offense to his own masculinity. That was the only thing that made sense. Robin had heard Steve throw around gay slurs just last week, so it couldn’t be the word itself that he had a problem with.

“Seriously, Steve?” Carol asked, haughty and judgmental. “You can’t actually like her.”

“Robin is great,” Steve insisted. 

Carol rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’ll remind you of this when you come to your senses.”

With that, Carol spun on her heels – red hair smacking Steve in the face – and walked away.

Steve’s posture loosened, like he had also perceived Carol as a threat. 

“I’m sorry,” he told Robin, looking sincere and apologetic. 

Robin hated him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me” Robin told Steve. 

She slammed her locker and walked away, clutching her books to her chest to hide her shaking hands. She kept her head up as she walked by the cheerleaders, who laughed loudly as she passed. 

***

Steve kept smiling at her whenever he walked into Click’s class, but he didn’t try to ask her out again. 

He looked a bit like a kicked puppy every time she glared back at him, but Robin didn’t care. 

“What are you doing?” Tammy asked one day after class. “He’s going to give up on you if you keep glaring at him like that.”

“He asked me out as a joke,” Robin told Tammy. 

Tammy frowned. “Are you sure it was a joke? I don’t think he would do that.”

“I’m sure,” Robin said darkly, thinking of Carol hovering and the cheerleaders watching. Did Steve believe what Carol had said? Was that the joke: to put Robin in a position where she had to either go on a date with a man she didn’t like or else turn him down and confirm she was a lesbian? What kind of girl said no to a date with Steve Harrington?

Tammy bit her lip. She had on bright pink lipstick today. It would have looked tacky on anyone else, but it made Tammy look like a pop star. Robin wondered if the lipstick was flavored. She wished she could kiss Tammy and find out.

“You don’t mind if I flirt with him, right?” Tammy asked, echoing Robin’s words at her house last week. So far, Robin hadn’t been invited to girls’ night again. 

Yes, Robin thought. Yes, I mind. I mind so much, but not for the reason that you think. 

“Not at all,” Robin said. “It’s like you said, girl code doesn’t apply to Steve Harrington. Go for it.”

So Tammy kept trying to get Steve’s attention. He was nice to her. He never outright ignored her when she talked to him, but he never talked to her for longer than politeness required. He would always turn away, missing the way Tammy’s face fell. 

And he kept fucking smiling at Robin. Picking up her books when she dropped them. Apologizing to her when he got bagel crumbs on the floor, even though she’d never mentioned how much it annoyed her. Turning to catch her eye when someone said something funny, like he thought she was someone he could share inside jokes with. 

Slowly, Tammy stopped smiling at Robin. She started flicking annoyed glances in Robin’s direction whenever Steve gave Robin attention. Started snapping at Robin whenever Robin tried to sympathize with her about how much of a douchebag Steve Harrington was. Started avoiding Robin unless Robin directly started conversation with her. 

Steve Harrington was ruining everything.

***

“What are you doing?” Robin demanded. She’d chased Steve after Ms. Click’s class, following him to the little alley out by the gym. She was going to be late for math, but she didn’t care. She needed to talk to him before he ruined everything. 

Steve frowned as he lit up a cigarette. “What do you mean?”

“In Click’s class,” Robin said. “Tammy is practically throwing herself at you but you never even look her way. And I don’t talk to you at all, but you keep trying to talk to me.”

A flash of something crossed Steve’s face, but Robin didn’t know him well enough to read his expressions and it was gone in a heartbeat anyway. 

“You don’t want me to talk to you?” Steve asked.

“Yes!” Robin said. “No. I don’t know. Why won’t you flirt with Tammy?”

Steve’s face scrunched up. It was a face Robin had seen before when they were taking tests in class – it meant Steve had no idea what was going on. “You’re upset because I’m not flirting with Tammy Thompson?”

“I don’t get it!” Robin said. “She’s really nice and she’s a good singer and she’s really pretty. Objectively. I mean, she seems like the Steve Harrington type.”

“Right,” Steve said, his lips twitching like she had said something funny. 

“So I don’t get it,” Robin said. “She’s right there, and I don’t even try, but you keep looking. What’s so special about me?”

“Oh,” Steve said, like he had just realized something. “She’s jealous of you.”

Robin shuffled but didn’t say anything. Of course Tammy was jealous. Steve sat next to her every day, did he really not see it?

“And you don’t like that,” Steve continued, like he was figuring something out. Unfortunately, he was figuring out entirely the wrong thing. Robin wasn’t here to talk to Steve about her friendship with Tammy, she was here to find out why Steve didn’t like Tammy and why he seemed to like her. 

“It’s not about me,” Robin said. 

“Right,” Steve said, inhaling his stupid carcinogens. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Robin asked. She was pretty sure she was smarter than Steve Harrington, so she didn’t know why she was the one feeling lost in this conversation. 

Steve stubbed out his cigarette against the wall. “I’ll fix it.”

The late bell rang. Robin wanted to ask Steve what he’d understood from this conversation, but she really did need to go to math class. Arriving late wasn’t a good way to fly under the radar. 

“Okay,” she told Steve, not quite sure what she was agreeing to. 

He gave her another one of those big smiles as she left the alleyway. It made something churn in her gut. 

She wanted to be the kind of girl who got excited when Steve Harrington smiled at her like that. She wanted Tammy Thompson to smile at her like that. She wanted to fall in love with someone who loved her back, and she wanted to not get chased out of town by an angry mob with pitchforks for it. 

***

The next time Robin walked into Ms. Click’s class, Steve was flirting with Tammy. 

Robin had to stop in the middle of the aisle, feeling like she’d just been punched in the gut. 

Tammy was leaning into Steve’s space, twirling her blonde curls around one finger. Steve was smiling at her, arm stretched over the back of her chair, listening attentively as she spoke. 

Robin forced herself to walk mechanically to her desk. She took her notebook and pencil case out of her backpack and very carefully arranged everything on her desk, doing anything she could to prolong looking up. She didn’t want to watch this. 

After what felt like the longest few minutes of Robin’s life, Ms. Click began talking. Robin risked looking up and saw that Steve had pulled his arm back and Tammy was sitting in her own seat again. 

She couldn't stop seeing them wrapped up in each other. 

At the end of class, Steve walked out quickly, the way he always did. Robin wondered if he always went to smoke behind the gym and that was why he ran away so fast. 

Tammy whirled to Robin, squealing, her face lit up in a beautiful smile. 

“Robin! Did you see that!”

Tammy hadn’t started a conversation with Robin in two weeks. Robin managed a real smile in the face of Tammy’s happiness. 

“I did,” she said. 

“I think he likes me,” Tammy said, almost shy, playing with the bracelets on her wrist. 

“Yeah,” Robin said, ignoring the sinking feeling in her gut. “I think so too.”

***

The rumors at band practice told Robin that Steve was still flirting with other girls. He seemed particularly interested in Nancy Wheeler, who was a priss and a nerd but who was pretty and definitely his type. He seemed to be slowly wearing her down. 

It made Robin furious. So Steve Harrington had a crush on Nancy Wheeler, fine, that made sense. But if he really liked her, and the rumors said he was absolutely head-over-heels, then what was he doing playing with Tammy and Robin? What the fuck was he up to?

***

A week later, Steve didn’t run out of Click’s class at the first sound of the bell. Instead he turned to Tammy and Robin and said, “I’m having a party at my house tonight. You’re both invited.”

“I’ll think about it,” Tammy said, smiling like this was a game. It was. They all knew Tammy would be going to see Steve and she was just trying to play it cool. 

“Cool,” Steve said. He met Tammy’s eyes, then Robin's. “I’ll see you there.”

Tammy waited until he walked away, then did a little shimmy of excitement. It was kind of lame, but also hopelessly endearing. Robin liked when Tammy didn’t try to act cool around her. 

“You’re going?” Robin asked dully. 

“Of course I’m going!” Tammy said. “This is going to be so much fun! You’re coming, right?”

“Yeah,” Robin said, her mouth running before her brain could catch up with it. Tammy wanted her there. What else could she do? “I’ll be there.”

***

Robin got her dad to drop her off at the party. She was willing to bet she was the only teenager being dropped off by their dad, but her parents weren’t the type to be upset about her going out and they trusted her to drink responsibly. Plus, Robin couldn’t drive, so she didn’t know how else she was supposed to get there. 

By the time she arrived, the party was already in full swing. Music came from inside the house and a few people spilled out into the yard. 

Robin headed inside, dodging around a few couples making out against the hallway walls. Tammy was probably here already, right? Robin passed through the kitchen, filling a red solo cup with a tiny amount of vodka and a lot of coke. Jason Carver was there, flirting with Chrissy Cunningham, who was blushing at the attention. 

Robin slipped into the living room and that was where she found Tammy. She was standing against a wall, surrounded by Olivia, Melissa, and Karen. Tammy was holding a red solo cup and staring out at the other end of the living room. 

Robin followed her gave to Steve, who was talking to… Eddie Munson? Robin watched with her jaw slack until Steve came away with a grin and a joint between his fingers. 

That made sense, actually. Of course the only reason Steve Harrington would ever speak to Eddie Munson would be to buy drugs.

Robin went up to Tammy, hovering at the edge of the group as she said “hi.”

“Hey,” Tammy said, giving her a distracted smile. 

“I like your dress,” Robin said. She wanted to say that Tammy looked good, but that wasn’t a safe compliment. 

“Thanks,” Tammy said. “I got it in Indy.”

“It’s cute,” Robin said. It was — pink and ruffled at the edges and unlike anything anyone else was wearing. Something that screamed Tammy Thompson. 

The music went quiet for a moment, and Robin spun around, trying to figure out why. Carol Perkins was standing by the speakers. 

“Let’s play a game!” she said, blowing a bubble with her gum like the picture of teenage insouciance. “Truth or dare.”

She sat on the ground, Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington sitting beside her. A few more jocks joined — Jason and Andy from the basketball team, Chrissy and Fiona from the cheerleading squad. Heather Holloway and Patrick and Brenda. 

“We have to join!” Tammy said. She grabbed Robin’s hand and dragged her over to the circle.

Robin complied in a daze. Tammy was holding her hand. Tammy’s hand was soft and warm and not sweaty at all and Robin could die happy, Tammy’s hand in hers. 

Tammy released her as soon as they got to the circle and Robin felt suddenly bereft, taking a seat mechanically beside her. Melissa, Karen, and Olivia sat on Tammy’s other side. 

Steve Harrington was looking in her direction, eyebrows up, and Robin scowled at him. Steve smiled, hands up like he was saying don’t shoot, and Carol noticed and shot Robin a glare. 

“Tommy,” Steve said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Tommy said. 

Steve grinned. “I dare you to let Carol take a body shot off you.”

Tommy scrunched up his face. “Don’t you mean I should take a shot off her?”

Steve blinked, absolutely nothing behind his eyes. “What do you mean?”

So Tommy lay down and balanced a shot glass on his stomach, so low it was practically on his hips, and Carol grabbed it with her mouth, tipping her head back to drink. Robin didn’t like Carol at all, but she had to admit there was something attractive about it, about the long line of Carol’s throat as she drank the shot and the dainty, self-satisfied way she wiped her mouth afterward. 

From there, they kept going around the circle. 

Heather Holloway gave Andy a lap dance. Fiona admitted to having done mushrooms. Jason Carver was dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the circle, which made him turn to Chrissy Cunningham and say “A good girl like you deserves better than some drunken kiss during truth or dare. What do you say I take you out to dinner tomorrow and then give you a kiss on your front porch at the end of the night?”

Chrissy’s smile was disarmingly wide. “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “That sounds nice.”

“It’s a date,” Jason said. A few of the boys hollered and whooped, patting Jason on the back and shaking him a little. Jason looked bashful, hiding a smile behind a sip of his drink. 

“Finally!” Carol Perkins said. She turned to Chrissy. “He’s been pining over you since last year and it took him this long to work up the guts to ask you out.”

Jason screeched at Carol, who ignored him and winked at a pleased-looking Chrissy. Robin was hit with the sudden realization that Carol Perkins could be nice, when she wanted to be. 

Melissa got dared to swap clothes with Patrick, Karen revealed she’d shoplifted a pair of earrings once, and Olivia admitted to having made out with a boy in the school janitor’s closet. 

Then it was Tammy’s turn. 

“Truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” Tammy said, something brave in her eyes. 

A few of the girls conferred together — Carol and Heather and Fiona — before turning to Tammy with smiles on their faces. “We dare you to shotgun with Steve.”

Tammy’s eyes went wide. Robin didn’t think Tammy was the type to smoke weed, but Tammy pressed a confident smile onto her face. Maybe she didn’t want to back down from a dare. Maybe she just wanted a chance to press her mouth against Steve Harrington’s. 

Steve looked at her from all the way across the circle — if he, Tommy, and Carol were the North Pole, Tammy and Robin were the South, the antipodal point — and raised the joint questioningly. 

“Okay,” Tammy said. 

Steve took a drag off the joint and crawled across the circle. Tammy met him in the middle and he was gentle as he used one hand to tip her chin up, pressing his lips against hers and exhaling. Robin could only really see the back of Tammy’s head, but she was hit by a burning jealousy at the way Steve so casually touched her. 

It felt like it had been years since Tammy had held her hand. 

Tammy sat back beside Robin, a pleased little smile on her face. 

“Band kid,” Carol said, smiling meanly. “Truth or dare.”

Robin shuffled uncomfortably. So far all the dares had involved some kind of sexual display with the opposite sex and Robin did not want to kiss a boy or give him a lap dance. But she also had a lot of secrets she didn’t really feel like sharing. 

She should pick truth, right? Worst come to worst, she could just lie. It’s not like any of these people would ever know — none of them really knew her. 

“Truth,” Robin said. 

Chrissy started to say something, but Carol spoke over her. “Who was your first kiss?”

Robin’s cheeks flamed. Carol was doing this on purpose. 

“I haven’t had my first kiss yet,” Robin said, trying to sound casual. It wasn’t that unusual, at least in the circles she ran with. 

But Carol reacted with extreme shock, her eyes going wide, her mouth dropping open. “Ever? That’s so sad!”

“Not really,” Robin said. Everyone was staring at her. She’d spent months trying to fly under the radar, and now they were all watching her and it was just as terrible as she’d thought it would be.

Carol kept going. “But why haven’t you kissed anyone? Aren’t there any boys you like?”

It would have been fine if Carol hadn’t paused a little, put more emphasis on the word boys. But Carol knew what she was doing, insinuating exactly what she had when she’d stood with Steve by Robin’s locker. 

Everyone in the circle was staring at Robin. Jason Carver looked disgusted. Tammy pulled back a bit from Robin’s side. 

Robin felt like she was going to throw up.

Then Steve Harrington scoffed. All eyes moved to him, to see what the King was going to say. Steve was relaxed, weight back on one hand, legs kicked out in front of him. “Not everyone is a slut, Carol.”

The like you went unspoken, but Robin saw it land. Carol’s face scrunched up with real hurt for a second, like she wasn’t sure why Steve was attacking her. 

Tommy, sitting between them, gave Steve a what the fuck look as he pulled Carol into his side. 

Steve either didn’t see any of this or pretended not to. He turned to Patrick, sitting next to Robin on the opposite side as Tammy, and said “truth or dare?”

Robin relaxed. It was over, right? They weren’t looking at her anymore?

She glanced around the circle and it seemed like everyone had moved on. A sneaky glance at Tammy showed that she wasn’t sitting as close to Robin as before, but she also wasn’t looking particularly repulsed. Maybe she had just forgotten to move back again. 

Robin didn’t really believe it. 

She tried to calm her racing heart as the next few people went. But when it was Steve Harrington’s turn, she couldn’t help but tune in. 

“Steve,” Tommy Hagan said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Steve said, like every teenage jock ever. 

Carol leaned over and whispered in Tommy’s ear and Tommy grinned. “I dare you to kiss Robin Buckley.”

Robin’s blood turned to ice. Once again, all heads in the circle swiveled to her. 

Robin didn’t want to kiss Steve Harrington. She had been saving her first kiss because she wanted it to be special. She could have pretended to like a boy, to kiss a boy, to date a boy. But she had wanted to save all her firsts for a girl — to have them be real and meaningful instead of a stupid farce. 

She didn’t have a choice though. Not after what Carol had implied earlier. If Robin didn’t kiss Steve, she would practically be confirming that she was a lesbian. 

Robin looked to Carol, who was smirking at her. 

“Yeah,” Robin said shakily. “Okay.”

Steve was watching her intently, something indecipherable in his eyes. He got to his feet and crossed the circle, kneeling down in front of her. 

Robin didn’t think she’d ever been this close to a boy. He smelled like hairspray and beer, and his eyes were brown and serious as she watched her. 

He gave her the same friendly smile he’d been giving her all semester, then leaned in to whisper in her ear. His breath was uncomfortably hot on her skin as he said, “trust me.”

Then he pulled back and squared his shoulders, cocky and unapologetic about it. He smirked around the circle, a boy proud to be showing off that he was kissing a pretty girl. 

Robin was going to throw up. Her heart was pounding and she was going to have to kiss a boy and Steve had been playing games with her all semester. 

Robin closed her eyes, preparing for the kiss and also trying to hide the hot tears she could feel building up. 

She jumped a bit when Steve’s hands landed on her face. He wasn’t holding her jaw delicately like he’d done to Tammy. Both of Steve’s giant palms where splayed across her cheeks, one of them half caught in her hair, dragging it in front of her face. Great. Her first kiss was going to taste like hair and that wasn’t even going to be the worst part of it. 

Robin kept her eyes screwed shut as Steve’s skin pressed against her lips and his nose bumped hers and — those weren’t Steve’s lips. 

Steve was close, yes, so close they were sharing the same air. So close that it probably looked like they were kissing. 

But this was a stage kiss. Steve’s thumb was over Robin’s mouth, his lips pressed to one side and hers to the other. 

Robin opened her eyes in shock. She couldn’t really see Steve — he was too close not to be blurry — but his eyes were pressed closed, brown eyelashes fanned over his cheeks. As if this were a real kiss. 

Where had basketball-playing, prom king Steve Harrington even learned what a stage kiss was? This couldn’t be standard practice for the popular kids — they played these games as an excuse to kiss each other, not to fake it.

And more importantly, why was he doing this? Was he that opposed to kissing her? Or had he somehow noticed her reluctance and decided to protect her while allowing both of them to save face?

Steve used his hands to tilt Robin’s head and she followed without resistance. He pressed closer, moving her back, and they still weren’t kissing but it probably looked like they were making out. Like he was into this. Like she was.

Robin closed her eyes. She could figure out the mystery that was Steve Harrington later. Right now, she had to help Steve sell this. 

She raised her hands to Steve’s shoulders, pulling him closer, hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret her sudden ardor as a request for a real kiss. 

He let out a little moan, his nose brushing hers as he tipped his head, and she smiled against his thumb. Holy shit. They were totally faking it and everyone was going to think she was a good enough kisser to make Steve Harrington moan.

After a long moment, Steve pulled back, simultaneously slipping his thumb to the side so it wouldn’t be over her mouth. 

He stayed in her space a second longer, eyes locked with Robin’s. He seemed pleased with himself, or maybe with her shocked expression. 

He licked his lips and Robin copied him automatically. Her lips tasted like beer and smoke but it was from Steve’s hand, not his lips, and that made all the difference. 

Someone wolf-whistled. 

Steve backed away, returning to his seat next to Tommy Hagan. Robin was speechless as the room returned to focus.

Carol looked pissed. Tommy was elbowing Steve, leaning in to tease him. 

“Damn, Harrington,” said some basketball jock Robin didn’t know. “I didn’t know you were into band nerds.”

“That was a hell of a first kiss,” another one said. 

Steve smiled, cocky and pleased and bashful all at once. He was a better actor than Robin had ever given him credit for. 

Tammy nudged Robin, and that’s when Robin realized she was still staring at Steve, dumb with awe. 

As everyone turned to Tommy Hagan, Tammy leaned in and whispered, “it looks like you really enjoyed that kiss.”

She was trying to smile, trying to gently tease like a friend would, but Robin could see the heartbreak in her expression. Robin wished she could tell Tammy that it had all been for show and that she hadn’t actually kissed Steve, but Tammy had pulled away at the accusation that Robin was a lesbian and only been okay touching her again after that performance of a kiss. 

This wasn’t a world where Robin got to have both Steve and Tammy. 

“Yeah,” Robin said, surprised to find she was telling the truth. She was glad she’d been dared to kiss Steve and not any other boy here. There were apparently layers to Steve Harrington, who she’d thought was nothing more than a pretty, empty-headed, girl-obsessed jock. 

She kind of wanted to know more about him. 

She glanced across the circle. Steve was watching Tommy try to do a handstand, until Tommy overbalanced and fell into Steve’s lap, making him yelp. Steve laughed as he leaned over Tommy, asking if he was okay, and Tommy’s eyes lit up in a way Robin recognized. The way she had probably lit up when Tammy had taken her hand. 

In that moment, Robin felt like she understood something about all of them. 

Carol’s frozen smile as she watched her boyfriend beam at Steve. The way Tommy pretended to fumble a bit climbing off Steve’s lap, if only to stay there a second longer. And Steve’s sharp eyes, catching Tommy’s adoration and Carol’s pain. 

“You’re too high, man,” Steve said, waving his joint in a big circle. Giving Tommy cover in case anyone else had noticed what Robin had. 

“Way too high,” Carol agreed, snatching the joint from Steve’s fingers. She took a long drag, then blew the smoke out, passed the joint back to Steve, and curled into Tommy’s side. 

Tommy and Carol looked like the picture of a happy couple and Robin realized it was another type of performance. Had Carol known before she started dating Tommy? Or had she fallen in love with him first, only realizing he liked Steve when it was too late to stop her heart from being broken?

Robin didn’t want to feel sympathy for Carol Perkins, who had tried so hard to ruin Robin’s night. But she pitied her a little, watching her playact at being happy and realizing that they were all doing it. All these stupid popular kids were just pretending to be shiny, happy people and the rest of the school was buying it, standing too far away to see the imperfections that would have been obvious up close.

Steve met Robin’s eyes across the circle, bringing the joint to his lips. His eyes were perfectly clear, pupils small, not like someone who had been smoking at all. Another slight of hand, like the stage kiss. 

“I think he likes you back,” Tammy said. 

Robin looked at Tammy, who was faking a smile just like the rest of the popular kids. Why hadn’t Robin seen it before? Tammy was brave and Tammy was kind, but she hid those parts of herself, trying to seem just as cookie-cutter perfect as the rest of the people in this circle. 

Robin didn’t want cookie-cutter perfect. She wanted real. 

She still didn’t want to break Tammy’s heart, so she said something she didn’t really believe about Steve. Not anymore.

“Maybe,” Robin said. “But like you said, he’s just a good time. He’ll be over me in two weeks.”

***

On Monday, Robin found Steve at his locker after school. 

His eyes went wide as she came up to him and he smiled at her. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Robin said. She kicked the toes of her converse together. She’d spent all of yesterday doodling on them while watching tv. Maybe it was stupid, given how close Carol had come to outing her, but Robin was feeling a little bulletproof. She’d written I may not go down in history, but I’ll go down on your sister in pen on the whites of her shoes. 

Steve looked down at her feet and smiled. “Nice artwork.”

Robin froze, even though there was no way Steve could read her shoes while standing up. “Thanks,” she said stiffly. “I thought they could use some, uh, personality?”

“I like them better this way,” Steve said. 

Robin cleared her throat. “Do you, uh, wanna get milkshakes? You’re paying, of course.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. “Yeah,” he said quickly. “I’ll buy you however many milkshakes you want.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Do girls really fall for this desperate act?”

“I’m much cooler around girls I’m interested in,” Steve said. Robin believed him this time. He’d put his thumb over her mouth and then swaggered like he’d kissed her and she trusted him in a way she hadn’t before. 

She was dying to know why he’d done it.

“So it’s just your friends that you bribe into liking you,” Robin teased. 

“Yeah,” Steve said, shameless. “Usually more with free rides and arcade money, but I’ve used ice cream before.”

“You’re so weird,” Robin blurted out. Then she froze. It was practically social suicide to call Steve Harrington weird. 

But Steve didn’t get mad. He just laughed and said “you have no idea.”

“Yo, Harrington,” called a  basketball player walking down the hall. “Hurry up, you’ll be late for practice.”

“I’m not going today!” Steve called back. “I’m sick.” He gave a very unconvincing cough. 

The basketball player rolled his eyes. “Lovesick, maybe.”

Steve scowled playfully. “Fuck off, man.”

“I’ll tell Coach you’re too pussy-whipped to play,” the basketball player said. 

“Don’t you dare!” Steve called. Robin expected him to sound more offended at being called pussy-whipped. No teenage boy wanted to be told he would do anything a girl told him to do, even in exchange for sex. And Steve was definitely not getting sex. But the insult rolled off Steve like water off a duck’s back. “Tell him I have the flu.”

“Sure, sure, whatever.” The boy rolled his eyes as he disappeared around the corner. 

Steve closed his locker. “Ready to go?”

“You’re not going to basketball?” 

“No,” Steve said. “We’re getting milkshakes. I’m not giving up a chance to make Robin Buckley my best friend.”

“Aren’t you, like, first chair?” Robin said. She watched a lot of basketball games by virtue of being in band, she knew it was called starting line. But she enjoyed seeing Steve’s face scrunch up at her words.

Steve groaned. “God, that is annoying. Remind me to stop calling Dustin’s campaigns his nerd practices.”

“Who’s Dustin and what are campaigns?”

“A kid I babysit, and a Dungeons and Dragons game.”

Robin blinked. “Dungeons and Dragons? That Hellfire game?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “He’s not in high school yet, so he doesn’t play with Eddie as his DM, but I’m sure he’ll join in a few years.”

DM? Was that some Hellfire term?

Apparently the new Steve Harrington knew the terms to nerd games. He stage-kissed lesbians at parties and thought it was worth skipping basketball practice for a chance to be Robin’s friend.

“Who are you?” Robin asked. “And what have you done with Steve?”

“I’m a time traveller from the future,” Steve said. 

Robin laughed. What a nerd. “No, really.”

Steve started walking backwards down the hallway, keys swinging around his fingers. “I’ll tell you over milkshakes.”

He held a hand out to her, beckoning, a hopeful smile on his face, and it didn’t feel like a joke anymore. Robin had no clue why, but Steve Harrington really wanted to be her friend. 

Robin peeled herself off the lockers and took Steve’s hand, their fingers twining together, letting him pull her outside. 

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #ao3 #because ao3 is down #robin buckley #Steve harrington #carol perkins #stobin #platonic stobin #time travel fanfiction #mia writes fanfic

[petrerpkr]

⏳️Time travel fanfic rec: severus snape edition⌛️

Snarry

love is the crooked thing

Before You Know Kindness

Chasing Ghosts

Golden Age

It Has a Ring to It

I Open at the Close

In Time, Once Again

Things We Wish For

Perfect Shapes

Snily

Come Once Again and Love Me

Million, Billion, Trillion

The Peace Not Promised

A different path

Dark Ashes

Time Turned: The Snape-Evans Paradox

Gen

Had we but world enough and time

Of Dreams that Frighten

Severus pov

Falling Apart

Severus Snape and the Art of War

Chalk Outline

The Gestaltation of Severus Snape

Cauldrons and Lilies

concerns and confusion

#harry potter #severus snape #time travel #fanfic rec #pro severus snape #snily #snarry #lily evans #lily potter #i Definitely rec some of these before #time travel fanfiction

[have-i-threatened-you-before]

If you haven't yet discovered the amazing KobyLu story written by @okiedoketm then you're missing out! May I introduce you to

A true roller-coaster ride of emotions that will leave you breathless, tearstruck and laughing uproariously.

In addition to this, chapter 8 especially struck me hard leaving me to produce these pieces of art!

Under the cut to avoid spoilers for those who wish.

#coby one piece #cobylu #time travel #fanfic #fanart #time travel fanfiction #one piece #koby one piece #koby #coby #haki #Haki #depiction of sensory overload #i dont know #just #i read the chapter and then these eyes #void #these voids just jumped into my head amd i went from there #sunflower background because of course i associate sunflowers with Luffy

[phoenixcatch7]

I'm reading a time travel fic and in the latest chapter the author hits us with the pov of a character who didn't time travel - who in the future died gruesomely in a futile attempt to protect his shared home and save his little brother's tortured and dismembered body, and in the past sacrificed everything in a failed attempt to save that same brother from slavery - who thinks something along the lines of 'what must he have done in a past life, to have such loyal and caring people around him, who have seen him at his lowest and yet still deign to give him their loyalty?' and I'm SOBBING.

Anyway great fic -

#Absolutely heartwrenching it was you the whole time it was you who inspired this loyalty you don't have to understand but it was always you! #And you don't even remember ToT #You tried so hard and it MATTERED it mattered SO MUCH TO HIM but you can't ever TELL HIM because of how much it hurts 😭😭😭😭😭 #svsss #Howling crying sobbing 10/10 #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #yue qingyuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #fic rec #svsss fic #time travel fanfiction #Svsss fic rec

[o-dragon05]

On Dating a Demon

Chapter 39: Two Loves, Lost

Ao3

Fanfiction.net

(New) Story summary: Meeting for what they think is the first time, Hiei and Ashley’s relationship begins as a prank. What they don’t remember is that three years ago they were bonded mates and Ashley should have died. Instead, time reversed. As their relationship grows, so too do tensions between humans and demons, heralding a war encompassing all three worlds. HieixOC

#on dating a demon #fanfiction #ODAD fanfic #hiei jaganshi #Hiei #Hiei x oc #yu yu hakusho #yyh #yu yu hakusho fanfiction #yyh fanfic #Hiei oc fanfic #fanfic #chapter 39 #time travel fanfiction

[mandokarla-mavrok]

The Last of Us Time Travel Fix-it Fic idea

not gonna write this myself but i would looove to read something like this, so send me a link if you use this idea!!!👀

Ellie and Joel go back in time before the zombie outbreak. Joel wakes up in his younger body with Sarah still alive and thinks he’s dead or dreaming, either way he decides to just enjoy the hallucination…until Ellie walks through the front door like she owns the place…doesn’t knock, no “hello, hi, how are you”, just stomps into the kitchen while the Millers are enjoying a family meal together and stares at Joel like he’s crazy…Joel is slack jawed while Ellie just gives her best unimpressed stare and says something along the lines of “wtf are you doing, motherfucker?! We need to get a move on, why are you just sitting there—are those waffles?👀” (could be any food, I just like waffles😙)

Sarah LIVES and Ellie falls in love with her…and Joel’s exasperated ass has to deal with the ridiculousness of them both💀😂

Could also add Tess, an OC or Self/Reader Insert to add a layer of spicy romance for Joel too👀

#The Last of Us #Joel Miller #Sarah Miller #Ellie Williams #Time Travel #fix it au #time travel au #time travel fix it #time travel fanfiction #fix it fanfiction #Sarah Miller/Ellie Williams #Ellie Williams/Sarah Miller #Ellie Williams x Sarah Miller #Sarah Miller x Ellie Williams #joel x tess #joel miller x tess servopoulos #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller/reader #joel miller/you #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #tlou #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction ideas #pedro pascal #mine #found family

[wheeeeboiiii]

I have just finished Grimm and I am both super hyped and super confused over that ending.

Like YYEEEAAAAHHHH!!!

But also..

Whaaatttt???

Either way, it still on my top 10 shows list.

#grimm nbc #nick burkhardt #it was cancelled so i get it #but also holy shit what was that #whatever #time travel fanfiction #here i come #because it was literally like a fanfic #no explanation #no excuses made or given

[astridgilbertmikaelson]

Glimpse of Us

by MinaOakdown.

Words: 5152.

Chapters: 3/3.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV).

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.

Summary: Elena had a strict rule, one she came to be found of after some years of living with a noisy, turbulent, messy family that were the Mikaelson's. One rule valid either when they were humans back in 990 A.D. or now that they are vampires with no sense of time. A plain simple rule; no talk before eight am.

Didn't matter if they were back in time, a time where recently Klaus tried to murder her. She was getting her three hours of peace in the eye of the hurricane.

Relationships: Elena Gilbert/Elijah Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert/Klaus Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert/Kol Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard/Rebekah Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson/Sage, Katherine Pierce/Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce/Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert & Rebekah Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert & Finn Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard & Elena Gilbert, Camille O'Connell & Elena Gilbert, Elena Gilbert & Katherine Pierce, Rebekah Mikaelson & Katherine Pierce, Isobel Flemming/John Gilbert, Grayson Gilbert/Miranda Sommers Gilbert, Dahlia/Mikael (Vampire Diaries), Ansel/Esther Mikaelson.

Characters: Elena Gilbert, Finn Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson, Ansel (The Originals), Marcel Gerard, Davina Claire, Katherine Pierce, Original Mikaelson Character(s), Original Pierce Character(s), Camille O'Connell, Isobel Flemming, John Gilbert, Miranda Sommers Gilbert, Grayson Gilbert.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Confusion, Klaus Mikaelson Has A Heart, BAMF Kol Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson Needs a Hug, BAMF Elena Gilbert, Caroline Forbes Bashing, Bonnie Bennett Bashing, Vampire Elena Gilbert, Protective Elena Gilbert, Mentioned Damon Salvatore, Mentioned Stefan Salvatore, Mentioned Bonnie Bennett, Mentioned Caroline Forbes, Time Travel Fix-It, Witch Kol Mikaelson, Polyamorous Character, BAMF Rebekah Mikaelson, Minor Elena Gilbert & Katherine Pierce, Unplanned Pregnancy, Parent Klaus Mikaelson, Parent Elijah Mikaelson, Everyone Has Issues, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Adopted Children, Major Original Character(s), Major Character Undeath, Children of Characters, Parent Marcel Gerard, Experimental Style, Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Hybrids, Vikings.

#FANDOM: TVD #tvd #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #esther mikaelson #isobel flemming #john gilbert #katherine pierce #elejah #kolena #klena #time travel fanfiction #ao3 #kol x elena #klaus x elena #elijah x elena

[murrayapprovesofthisblog]

Time loop/Time-travel Steddie Fanfictions

Eddie

Finished:

"and it all comes down to you" (AO3 ; 18587 words ; 1 chapter)

"Be Kind, Rewind" (AO3 ; 96607 words ; 20 chapters)

On-going :

"If I Could Do It All Over Again, I'd Still Do It With You" (AO3 ; 11019 words as of 01.08.2022 ; 4/? chapters)

Steve

Finished :

"The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting." (AO3 ; 41496 words ; 12 chapters)

"you're out of touch, i'm out of time" (AO3 ; 75,610 words ; 12 chapters ; Ronance centric mostly though the story goes around Nancy and Steve ; good for Robin lovers trust me)

#adding as I read #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #time travel #time loop #time travel fanfiction #they are not all fix-it #steddie #stranger things steve #stranger things eddie #stranger things steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #I made a post asking if anyone got any time travel/time loop eddie centric fics and I got only one and that's how this blog got born #have fun

[rueehastoomanyfandom]

Cosmic Railway (bnha x kuroshitsuji/black butler crossover)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54061213

Status: On going

Walk on Memories with a touch of Butterfly Effect (hp, MoD!Harry with self-insert oc, time travel)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54919633

Status: On going

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 works #ao3 link #fanfic #hp fanfcition #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #black butler fanfiction #harry potter #self insert #oc #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #black butler #kuroshitsuji #our ciel #ciel phantomhive #black butler ciel #aizawa #present mic #nemuri kayama #yamada hizashi #sebastian michaelis #hitoshi shinsou #time travel fanfiction #time travel #dimension travel

[threebea]

Summary: Newly Knighted Anakin Skywalker comes in contact with a Sith artifact and finds himself in the past. From there he proceeds to break into the Jedi Temple, kidnap initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi, and go on the run from the Jedi Order.

It's been a strange time.

Now at loose ends in the galaxy, he decides to make good on an old promise.

He's going to free his Mom. He's going to free all the slaves on Tatooine.

After twoish years, an update! Chapter 16 now up. 

#fanfiction #gen fic #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #shmi skywalker #disaster lineage #time travel fanfiction

[threewaywithdelusion]

Excerpt from a Time Travel Fic I Probably Won't Finish

(This is completely unrelated to my time travel fic You Me Her. In this version, Steve and Robin go back to summer 1983 together from 1986 after the death of most of the other characters. Robin ends up fake-dating Steve to hide her sexuality and give her a reason to be around him.)

Robin was sitting out at the picnic bench in the woods, waiting for Steve’s afternoon practice to finish. She probably should have been sitting in the bleachers, watching them practice and playing the role of the good girlfriend. But she hated spending time around the other jocks. Tommy H never said anything disparaging in front of Steve – not after Steve had made it clear who he would pick if forced to choose between Tommy and Robin – but he said anything he could get away with when Steve’s back was turned. Jason Carver looked disgusted with her presence. And several of the other boys were nice enough, decided that they found Robin funny when she wasn’t rambling. But now that she was the girl on King Steve’s arm, she was noticeable and a lot of the boys looked at her in ways they hadn’t when she’d been an invisible band geek. 

Most of them didn’t say anything lecherous to her face. They didn’t dare touch her or flirt with her, not when they saw her as belonging to Steve. 

But the attention made Robin uncomfortable anyway.

Part of her wondered if she should stage a breakup with Steve so she could go back to getting bullied the way she was used to instead of this new, confusing way. But now that she’d “dated” Steve, she didn’t think she’d go back to being invisible, even if they broke up. And the only thing worse than putting up with a bunch of horny, cruel jocks was still having their attention but without Steve’s protection. 

Robin hated that she needed Steve’s protection. She’d faced off against monsters from another dimension. She’d spat in a Russian soldier’s face. She’d done things that would make those jocks piss their pants in fear, and none of it mattered here. To them, she was just a girl, powerless and vulnerable except for the protection of her future prom king boyfriend. 

It sucked. 

The sound of metal jangling made Robin look up. 

“Eddie Munson,” she said, surprised. 

He looked younger than when she’d known him. His hair was shorter, just above his shoulders, and the battle jacket he’d thrown at Steve had a lot fewer patches. The chains on his jeans were probably what had gotten her attention. He looked shocked to see her. 

“Robin Buckley.”

She frowned. “You know who I am?”

In 1983 Eddie must be a senior, the first time around. Robin was a sophomore and they didn’t exactly run in the same circles. They both ran with music crowds, but Robin liked the band kids and Eddie ran with the crowd who thought they were too cool and alternative for the band kids. He had no reason to know who she was.

Eddie laughed. “Do I know the girl dating King Steve? You’re hard to miss, Buckley. You sent the whole school into a tizzy, wondering how you distracted The Hair from pursuing cheerleaders. Word on the street was he had his eye on Nancy Wheeler, who’s at least vaguely on the popularity radar, and then BAM! King Steve shows up with a band kid girlfriend and settles down for the first time ever. How did you do it?”

Robin fluttered, unsure of what to do with her hands. “Oh God. Everyone is gossiping about me, aren’t they?”

“Should’ve thought of that before dating King Steve,” Eddie said. “So how did you do it? Did you seduce him?”

Robin snorted. “No.”

“Trick him?”

“No.”

“Is this some kind of Prom King rebellion on his part? Is dating a band geek the jock equivalent of a teenage girl dating a bad boy?”

Robin scowled. “Maybe we just like each other.”

Yeah, she and Steve ran in radically different circles on different rungs of the social ladder. But Steve was her best fucking friend. She liked his unfailing love for shitty music and shitty mainstream movies. The snappy, annoyed persona that she and the kids were good at drawing out of him. The way he cared, always, about everyone, and showed it by giving them food, or his jacket when it was cold, or his ear if they needed someone to listen. 

She’d laughed with Steve until her abs hurt. She’d cried on his shoulder for more hours than she could count. She’d come out to him in a shitty mall bathroom and his support for her hadn’t wavered, not once, not even for a second. 

He’d let her make the unilateral decision to be his fake girlfriend and never complained, even though it was keeping him away from Nancy Wheeler. He’d trusted her with his fears about his brain and told her it wasn’t scary to be honest with her because she was Robin. 

Robin knew it was 1983 and Steve was only a few weeks separated from the height of his King Steve persona. But she hated that she was the only person who saw him as more than that. 

“Right,” Eddie said, sounding tentative. “Well, listen, as fun as it’s been  to talk to the Queen Consort, could you take your homework somewhere else?”

Robin stared at him. “I was here first.”

“And usually, I’m all for finders-keepers and solemnly respect the rule of dibs,” Eddie said. “But I need this table to do business, and you’re going to scare off the customers.”

Robin’s eyes dropped to the little metal lunchbox Eddie was holding. “Oh. Right. Sure.”

She slid her books — and Steve’s books, because she working on his math homework tonight — into her backpack. 

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Eddie said, dropping his things onto the table. 

Robin made a face at the nickname. “I’m just Robin.”

Eddie looked up at her with big, distrustful eyes. Like just her association with King Steve made her someone dangerous, someone who he couldn’t trust. “Not to the people at this school, you aren’t. Not anymore.”

Robin didn’t know what to say to that. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to say that nothing about dating Steve (or pretending to date Steve) had changed her as a person and that she hated all the popular kids as much as Eddie did. That she was still a girl who talked too much, who missed too many social cues, who played trumpet in a polyester costume, and who liked to kiss other girls. That she understood what it was like to be an outsider in a small-minded town like Hawkins, Indiana. 

But she couldn’t say any of that. 

Instead Robin spun on her heels and walked away, anger and frustration and a strange sadness in her chest, like she was mourning the girl she’d been in the other timeline. The girl who had never met Steve until her first day working at Scoops Ahoy. 

Maybe she was beginning to understand how Steve felt when, for years after his downfall, everyone had still referred to him as King.

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[lbulldesigns]

Time Travel Fix-It Fic

So a little while ago I made a post about foreshadowing in a couple of Powder's drawings, here's the link to it if you want to read it...

https://at.tumblr.com/lbulldesigns/700252698427179008/mqrmwpi0n00n

I mentioned a head cannon I had where Powder has clairvoyant esque abilities but wasn't fully aware of them, and ended up interpreting them in her art, hence why her drawings had so much foreshadowing in them.

Soooooo naturally I came up with an idea for a fic because I'm weak, and added it onto the long list of fics I need to write but haven't yet because I keep coming up with new ideas as I'm hashing out the details for current story concepts 😭😭😭

🤦 holy lord of procrastination, I'm beginning to understand how George R.R Martin feels now 😂😂😂

Okay so the premise of this story is basically a time travel fix it, but it's done differently because rather than characters returning to the past it's everything that happens in Arcane is just a really long and finely detailed premonition that Powder has.

The story progresses how it does in the show and then some with a brief summary of how (non-cannon) the events after S1 goes. So after Jinx fires the rocket, war breaks out between Zaun and Piltover which goes on for three years before the Void attacks Runeterra. Jinx, after years of fighting, sacrifices herself to close the gate that the Void creatures are coming out from as atonement for her past sins but the Void took so much life that civilisation is basically now gone.

At the moment Jinx dies she wakes up as Powder in her bunk at The Last Drop. She lies there trying to get her bearings, as she's being accosted with memories from the future and her memories from the last few days. The best way to describe how she feels is if two halves of herself are catching up with each other and comparing notes on what they've been up to whilst she sits there trying to follow along, she is left in this state of complete numbness for several days in which during this time her family are wondering why Powder is not talking or responding to anyone. She's expressionless, quiet, and operating on auto pilot (she's basically a living doll), which leaves them really worried about her because they can't get her to snap out of this state and Vi's really worried about what might have happened to make her little sister like this.

After awhile however she snaps out of it and has settled on having her older selfs personality, which is basically Jinx after she's managed to overcome a lot of her issues and found better coping mechanisms. When this happens she just breaks down crying, out of the sheer overwhelming emotions and realisation that she has a second chance to fix everything and make better choices.

She begins making plans on how to save everyone, whilst also hiding the fact that she has memories of a future that hasn't happened yet because she has first hand knowledge of what happens when people believe she's crazy whilst also trying to convince Vi that she's okay because her doll state has left Vi even more protective of her and unwilling to let Powder out of her sight.

Some things to keep in mind:

She's seen everything in the future, including other people's stories. Her premonition works in the same way as if she were actually watching the show.

She doesn't have the same insecurities as pre-premonition Powder because Jinx came to terms with a lot of these insecurities during the wars.

Piltover is still her enemy but she's going to fight them at a different angle then teen Jinx did and recognises that not all Pilties are greedy and immoral.

She doesn't know what to do about Silco, she recognises that he has the best plan (currently) to fight back against Piltover but she doesn't want history to repeat itself or for Zaun to go through a trial by fire like before.

She WILL do whatever it takes to save her family, all of her family.

And, she has retained knowledge of engineering, physics, and magic and will be utilising all of this going forward.

I want to avoid making her too OP, the aim is to make her use the knowledge she's gained whilst "growing up" but also keeping in mind that she will have limitations as she is physically still a child going through her awkward phase of childhood.

I welcome all feedback and ideas ☺️❤️

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[theevershipping]

“Dressing for Revenge”—my first digital painting, named for the song I listened to on repeat the whole time I was painting it (“Vigilante Shit” by Taylor Swift).

Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger fanart inspired by the fanfic, For The Kill, by Scorpiocomplex. This (currently) 20 chapter WIP is a classic “Hermione goes back in time to fall in love with kill Tom Riddle before he grows up” fic. She is very witty in wording without any awkwardness or pretension and each chapter flows really well. Needless to say, I recommend.

Also, yes, this is a repost! I had to repost because the pixel quality of the first post was just getting to me. This post also contains a version of the painting without the story quotes too.

Anyone wanna guess the names/families of the other Slytherins? 😁

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[penwieldingdreamer]

Ego sum Sol et tu es Luna

So, I've been on a binge of Adam Driver's movies and got stuck with a few ideas. One of those is a Last Duel AU. I know it's a sensitive topic, so beware that themes of the movie will be discussed as well. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in further chapters/works.

Happy reading!

Part 2

Summary: Y/N studied Norman-French, Old English and Latin, before she went to Normandy to help her university friend to show tourists around. But she didn't count on her ending up in a time where two famous French squires were fighting the Last Duel.

No warnigs so far

She stared up at the full moon, wondering how she ended up in a forest when not only seconds before she wandered the grounds of Chateau Aunou-le-Faucon. 

Henry, a friend from college had asked, nay begged Y/N to help him during the summer months showing groups of tourists around grounds of the medieval buildings and entrancing them with stories of knighthood, maidens and kings. She was the one studying Norman-French, Old English and Latin, while he was more prone to the arts. 

Arriving at his home in the French commune in the Orne Department in the middle of Normandy, the young woman was blown away by the beautiful landscape. So very different from her own home that she enjoyed strolls along the many fields lining the streets each evening. But yet one night Y/N swore she had seen someone following her. A man, judging by the towering height shrouded in the shadows of the Abby across the chateau. Maybe a tourist out for a stroll himself, she thought, but she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising up. 

The same night she couldn't help the feeling that she was watched, again. Taking a sip of her tea, Y/N stood at the window overlooking the chateau. She swore she saw someone walk the grounds. Henry had told her only those working for the French commune were allowed to be there every hour of every day and she already met everyone.

In the end, she probably shouldn't have followed that strange man. When she had gotten closer Y/N thought she had seen his face but it was impossible that he was standing there on the grounds of Chateau Aunou-le-Faucon.

Jacques Le Gris was dead, killed in a duel. A trial by combat in the late 14th century and yet she couldn't help but wonder if it was only a ghost, conjured by her tired mind as she stood across from him shivering from the heavy rain that set in minutes ago.

"Sir, you are trespassing on private property. You should not be here so late at night." 

The stranger watched her, his face only just illuminated by the strike of lighting up ahead, eliciting a gasp from her lips. This was definitely a dream, nay impossible for someone being awake to see what she saw. "This is not the time for dressing up as a legendary knight, sir. Please come back in the morning when the next tour around the grounds and the commune will be held."

With a swift movement his large hand reached for Y/N's arm, pulling her closer against his chest, but it wasn't warm to the touch like a human's body. It was harsh and cold, causing a shiver to run down her spine. He towered over her, water dripping from his hair and nose, crashing against her cheeks to mingle with the pouring rain. 

"Help me!" His deep voice spoke, nearly swallowed by the loud clap of thunder but the desperation of his words made her pause. 

What the hell was going on here?

Lighting struck again and Y/N let out a soft gasp as she finally saw his features up close. The portraits didn't do him justice, moles scattered over his face and the honeyed brown of his eyes alight with fire. And yet she knew his story, knew how and why he had been killed on that fateful day in December of the year 1386. He was a womanizer and rapist, however a noble and brave knight he might have been. She tried to open her mouth, probably trying to tell herself that it was only just a dream and she'd awake in her room in Henry's home.

But she hadn't woken up under the soft covers of her summer home. Now she was lying on a patch of grass in a forest with no idea where she was or how she had ended up there, soaking wet from the torrents that had poured down at her. Taking a deep breath, Y/N sat up with a groan, the cold ground underneath her and seeping through her light pajama pants. Whatever had happened, the landing wasn't too smooth judging from her smarting hip and back.

"Henry!" Her call echoed around the dark woods, the rustling leaves and underbrush her only answer. "Henry, please! Where are you."

Trembling, she pulled herself upright, fighting the urge to let her knees buckle under her. Tears gathered in her eyes as she called again, desperately awaiting an answer from her friend - really anyone that might be able to help. One foot before the other, Y/N shakily moved over fallen twigs, stones and mossy ground, her cries now nothing but a whisper on the soft wind blowing through the trees. 

She didn't know how long she wandered the forest but her heart leapt into her throat when she saw light moving between the trees. "Henry." The whisper left her lips as she picked up speed, hoping to get back to her friend again.

"Henry!" Y/N cried, smiling in relief when she cleared the patch of darkness that surrounded her. But her elation was soon replaced by dread.

Foot soldiers and riders swiftly moved through the wood, trampling anything under their feet and hooves. She stopped just at the side of their road, a gasp leaving her lips. Either she had stumbled up on a film set or she had hit her head harder than she thought. There was no blood on her hands when she checked herself over. 

Her hair glinted in the torch light and she felt uncomfortably exposed to the eyes of the men having stopped to look at her. 

"Who goes there?" Y/N shrunk back as she heard the deep rumble she only thought she had dreamed up hours ago, the dialect different from any French she had heard before. The dappled gray moved forward, honeyed brown eyes staring down at her and the words got stuck in her throat.

Shivers ran up her spine, not just from the cold and her damp clothes. Y/N surely felt out of place, somewhere stuck between dream and reality. A place that felt too real to be anything but fantasy, yet too crazy to have her wake up in her own bed. 

Jacques Le Gris watched her closely, his eyes roaming over her body, hidden by strange garments and dressed like a man with pants and a blouse. He felt his hardness stirring in his breaches at the sight of the girl - nay, woman scantily clad in sheer nothingness. "Tell me, what is your business in the Count's woods?"

Y/N breathed in deeply through her nose, keeping her eyes straight on the dark haired giant that sat atop his war horse. What was she going to tell him? That she didn't know what to tell him? If she was truly stuck in the past there was no way they'd let her live, she'd faster be tied on a stake and burnt as a witch than she could tell Jacques his own story. 

Agitated with her lack of response, the squire pointed at her. "Bind her and take her with us. The Count will decide what to do with her." Jacques turned his horse and rode to the front, knowing his men would do their work without hesitation. He couldn't help the smirk that grazed his lips when he heard the woman cry and shriek in protest, yet she was no match for his soldiers. Pierre would be the judge and jury, but no matter her fate, he'd make damn sure to get a taste of her. 

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