#TimeTravelRomance

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✨️🥂"An Evening Out of Time"

The gala sparkled with lights that danced like stars caught in champagne. It was one of those evenings where the elite of the galaxy gathered—not to save the universe, but to toast its absurdity in style. The Doctor, looking deeply uncomfortable in a borrowed pinstripe jacket, fidgeted with a fork that was clearly meant for a species with three thumbs.

River, on the other hand, looked like she owned the room.

She leaned against him from behind, one hand possessively curled around his shoulder, the other cradling his chin like she was sculpting him from memory. Her dress—neon green and woven with crystalline strands—caught the light with every movement, like a living constellation. It was dazzling, scandalous, and completely River.

"You're tense," she whispered, voice rich with amusement. "Afraid someone might recognize you?"

"River," the Doctor said, not looking at her, "this party is hosted by the Galactic Ministry of Temporal Regulation. Half these people would love to dissect me."

She smiled and rested her chin on the crown of his head. "Then it’s lucky you brought your wife. I’m fabulous at misdirection."

The waiter approached with a tray of floating hors d'oeuvres that rearranged themselves into symbols of approval or insult depending on who reached for them. The Doctor reached—got a middle tentacle. River laughed, leaned in, and plucked one. Hers bloomed into a rose.

"Show-off," he muttered.

"Married one," she replied.

As the music rose, River dragged him to the dance floor with unapologetic flair. The Doctor stumbled after her, cheeks flushed, half trying to keep up, half trying not to smile. For a few hours, time didn't matter. The timelines could wait. Tonight was for glitter, for stolen kisses behind ice sculptures, and for dancing like tomorrow didn’t exist.

[aphsimsofamerica]

Between Fire and Ice.

Here’s an edited version of your author’s note:

Author’s note: P.S. This is for all the Black girls out there craving Black x Reader content in this barren wasteland of Black Hetalia content. I’ve got your back! If no one else is stepping up to create it, I’ll gladly be the first.

Story Summary:

In a world where nations are personified as living beings, [Reader’s Name] is the embodiment of Andanya, a vibrant, sun-kissed tropical island filled with rich culture, history, and life. Born from the earth itself, she is a radiant and powerful force—an untamed spirit as fiery as the sun. But despite her deep connection to her people, the restlessness within her grows. She longs for adventure beyond her lush homeland, yearning to experience the world beyond the horizon.

When fate calls, she stumbles upon an ancient relic hidden deep within Andanya’s sacred jungle—a mysterious orb that holds the power to manipulate time itself. Unbeknownst to her, this orb transports her far from home, to a cold and barren world that is nothing like the warmth and vitality of her own land. The tropical jungles of Andanya are replaced by snow-covered expanses and icy winds—an unfamiliar and hostile world where everything feels out of place.

Here, in Viking-age Iceland, she encounters Iceland, a quiet, insecure man bound to a harsh land of ice and isolation. His reserved nature is in stark contrast to her fiery personality, and though their first meeting is marked by a deep language barrier, an undeniable connection begins to form. Iceland, drawn to her beauty and warmth, finds himself both captivated and intimidated by her free-spirited nature, while [Reader’s Name] becomes intrigued by his mysterious demeanor and striking violet eyes.

As she navigates this new world, struggling to understand the culture and the language, the two begin to develop a tentative bond. Iceland’s possessiveness grows, and his feelings for [Reader’s Name] intensify, leading him to try and force a diplomatic marriage to unite their lands, all while struggling with his own insecurities about being worthy of her.

Despite their differences, their chemistry is undeniable. As the two explore their growing attraction, they become embroiled in a passionate romance that challenges everything they know about love, loyalty, and power. But in a world where time itself can bend and fate is never certain, [Reader’s Name] must come to terms with her place in Iceland’s harsh world—and decide whether she’s willing to leave behind the warmth of Andanya for a future with a man as cold as the land he calls home.

This is a tale of two people from entirely different worlds, united by destiny, passion, and the power to transcend time itself. Will love be enough to bridge the divide between them, or will the forces of history and destiny tear them apart?

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When two couples are sent whirling through time, it makes for all sorts of adventures – and obstacles. See how they fight impossible odds and find their way to a future filled with love.

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Entangled Timelines: A Steins;gate fanfic 18+

The fluorescent lights of the lab buzzed faintly, casting a cool glow over the cluttered tables and humming machinery. Rintarou Okabe—Okarin, as he called himself—stood by the D-Mail terminal, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. His brow was furrowed, eyes darting across the screen as if willing the data to make sense. The failed experiment had left him restless, the weight of yet another dead end pressing against his chest.

“Dammit...” he muttered under his breath, tugging at his hair in frustration. “This has to be it! There’s no way this timeline is just another fluke!”

Behind him, the door creaked open. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The sharp click of heels on the floor, the faint hum of her lab coat brushing against itself—it could only be Kurisu Makise. She had that way of appearing out of nowhere, as if she existed purely to correct his mistakes.

“You’re still here?” Her voice cut through the silence like a scalpel, precise and unapologetic. “I thought you’d have given up by now.”

He glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Still here? What kind of mad scientist would I be if I gave up after one failure? Besides, you’re the one always lurking around my lab at odd hours. If anyone should leave, it’s you.”

Kurisu crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe with an exasperated sigh. “Your lab? Hardly. This is where all your half-baked ideas go to die. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how many of them involve meddling with time. Honestly, Okabe, do you even understand the consequences of what you’re doing?”

Her words hit harder than she intended, and he felt the edge of defensiveness rise in his chest. “Consequences? You think I don’t know what I’m doing? Every step I take, every decision, it’s all calculated. I’m not just screwing around because I think time travel looks cool, you know.”

She pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer, her expression softening just enough for him to notice. “Then tell me, Okabe. What are you really trying to accomplish? Is it worth risking everything we’ve built here?”

Her proximity sent a jolt through him, something electric and unnerving. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the conversation rather than the way her scent—something clean and slightly medicinal—filled his senses. “Everything we’ve built? We’re still standing on shaky ground, Kurisu. Do you really think this timeline is stable? That we can just sit back and pretend nothing’s wrong?”

Kurisu’s lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze flickering to the D-Mail terminal before meeting his again. Something in her eyes shifted, a flicker of vulnerability that he rarely saw. “Maybe not,” she admitted finally, her voice softer than before. “But that doesn’t mean blindly pushing forward is the answer. You’re not invincible, Okabe. Even mad scientists break eventually.”

Her words felt heavier than they should, landing like stones in his gut. He couldn’t shake the image of her standing there, so close, so real, and yet somehow fleeting. Like she might slip away into another timeline if he blinked too long.

“And what about you?” he shot back, more sharply than he intended. “Are you just going to stand there, watching me crash and burn? Or are you going to help me fix this before it’s too late?”

For a moment, she said nothing. Her lips parted as if to respond, but instead, she took another step forward, her hand reaching out to brush against his arm. It wasn’t until her fingers curled around his wrist that he realized how much tension had been building between them.

What the hell is she doing? His mind raced, but his body betrayed him, leaning toward her without permission. Their eyes locked, and for once, the usual spark of intellectual rivalry was gone, replaced by something far more unsettling.

“Stop asking questions you already know the answers to,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you really want to fix this, then maybe... maybe we both need to stop pretending.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and charged. He could feel the heat of her touch spreading up his arm, mingling with the frantic beat of his heart. For once, he couldn’t find the words to argue. All he could do was stare at her, at the way her lips curved into a subtle smile, at the way her cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

“Pretending...” he repeated dumbly, his voice cracking.

Before he could say anything else, her other hand came up to cup his face, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone. The motion was deliberate, intimate, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice dripping with meaning. “Pretending that we’re just colleagues. Pretending that the lines between us aren’t blurring. Pretending that this...” She gestured vaguely between them, her eyes never leaving his. “...doesn’t matter.”

Her fingers tightened around his wrist, pulling him closer until their bodies were nearly touching. The space between them felt impossibly small, filled with the hum of the lab’s machines and the quiet desperation of two people teetering on the edge of something they couldn’t quite name.

“Kurisu...” His voice was hoarse, his resolve crumbling under the weight of her gaze. “What are you saying?”

She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear as she spoke, each word sending a jolt of electricity through him. “That maybe... just maybe... it’s time we stopped pretending.”

Her breath against his skin was intoxicating, igniting a fire he hadn’t known was dormant. He closed the distance between them, his lips crashing into hers with a force that surprised even him. The kiss was desperate, chaotic, fueled by the tension that had been simmering between them for far too long.

Kurisu responded instantly, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Her kiss was fierce, demanding, and it left no room for doubt. This was no fleeting moment, no stolen touch in the shadows. This was real, raw, and undeniably consuming.

He groaned into her mouth, his hands finding their way to her waist, gripping her tightly as if afraid she might vanish if he let go. The lab’s fluorescent lights blurred around the edges, reduced to little more than a backdrop as they lost themselves in each other.

Kurisu broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to catch her breath, her eyes smoldering with an intensity that left him breathless. “See?” she murmured, her voice teasing but laced with something deeper. “Even mad scientists have appetites.”

He stared at her, his chest heaving as he tried to piece together the whirlwind of emotions coursing through him. Before he could form a coherent response, she pulled him closer again, her lips finding his once more.

And as the lab’s machinery hummed in the background, Okabe found himself wondering if this was the moment that would define their timelines—a single choice that could rewrite everything.

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Puck and Prejudice by 

Lia Riley

a 3 star review

I received a complimentary copy of this book. Thank you to NetGalley, Avon, and Lia Riley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.

Cute time travel plot. Pride & Prejudice with Kate & Leopold and a bit of Outlander. Trying to mansplain Hockey to a lady in 1812 was painful, it's such a 20th century sports staple it doesn't translate well. It was cute watching him try and wondering if he was going to change the future. He's watched too many movies. Lizzy is certainly a progressive lady surrounded by equally progressive women. He goal in life is to either be happily single or happily widowed. This leads us into dealings with Tuck. Cute read and well written. Not historically accurate but that's not to be expected in this case.

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ICYMI BOOK REVIEW: #AQuantumLoveStory by #MikeChen. A slow burn time-travel romance with just the right amount of science.

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 This week’s Sunday Snippet is Meringue Snowflake Magic.  Celebrating the unconventional little town Raven’s Hollow and all the Mother’s,  with cool off, feel-good read from the  Christmas Cookie Series. #mystery #fantasy #romance.   Join the #beachread #fantasy#adventure, download a copy or two today! Pssst… makes a great #Mother’sDay gift. The people of Raven’s Hollow and Blaze have secrets of…

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Mercurius

* Mâcon treasure, Burgundy

* 150-220 CE

* silver

* British Museum

* Picture taken at the Oog in oog met de Romeinen (Eye to Eye with the Romans) Exhibition in the Gallo-Romeins Museum of Tongres.

Attribution:

TimeTravelRome, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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Roman mosaic portrait of Virgil. Virgil or Publius Vergilius Maro, author of The Aeneid, is one of the great literary figures contemporary with the Emperor Augustus, and close to the imperial family, along with Titus Livius, Horace and Ovid, all from the Golden Age of Classical Literature. This mosaic is located in Trier Rheinisches Landesmuseum, Germany. Photograph taken by the creator of TimeTravelRome

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Chapter One: A Stranger in the Frost

Please enjoy the story :)

Chapter Summary:

The chapter introduces the first meeting between Iceland, a seasoned Viking warrior, and [Reader’s Name], an enigmatic woman mysteriously transported to the icy lands of Iceland from a faraway time and place. When Iceland returns from a successful raid, he is struck by the sight of her—an unfamiliar figure in radiant, vibrant clothing, her skin glowing like burnished bronze against the cold Nordic backdrop. She speaks in a language he doesn’t understand, and though there is an instant attraction and curiosity between them, a language barrier makes communication difficult. Iceland, intrigued and unsettled by her warmth and fire in contrast to his cold, stoic world, tries to make sense of her presence. As their encounter progresses, he struggles with his desire to know more about her, leading to a tentative alliance as they begin their journey toward his village, with the mysterious woman unsure of how or why she’s ended up in this strange land. The chapter sets the stage for the unfolding of their complex relationship amidst the harsh, unfamiliar landscape of Viking Iceland.

Chapter One: A Stranger in the Frost

The crisp, salty air of the northern seas bit at the edges of the fjord as Iceland returned from a successful raid, his ship gliding to a halt on the rocky shore. His people moved swiftly, unloading goods and celebrating their victory, but Iceland’s attention was suddenly drawn to something—or rather, someone—unlike anything he’d ever seen.

She stood at the edge of the forest, her skin glowing like burnished bronze against the pale greens and blues of the Viking landscape. Her hair shimmered in the muted light, framing her face with a beauty so ethereal it left him breathless. Her clothing was vivid and lightweight, nothing like the thick woolen cloaks and leather he was used to. Her posture was proud, her gaze steady, and the aura of warmth and vitality surrounding her made her seem almost otherworldly.

Iceland’s first instinct was to draw his sword—he’d never seen a woman like her before, and for all he knew, she could be a spirit or goddess. But then she tilted her head and smiled, a gesture so full of life and friendliness that his hand faltered on the hilt.

She said something, her voice lilting and melodic, but the words were completely alien to him. It wasn’t like any tongue he had heard from traders or foreigners—soft vowels and sharp consonants blended into a strange rhythm that made him both confused and captivated.

“Þú ert… hvað?” he asked, his own language ancient and guttural, a dialect lost to time in her era. He frowned as her brow furrowed, realizing she didn’t understand him either.

“Excuse me?” she replied, her tone polite but clearly puzzled. “I don’t understand… do you speak English? Or Spanish? Maybe even French?”

He shook his head, her words a beautiful but indecipherable song to his ears. He stepped closer cautiously, trying not to appear threatening. “Hver ert þú?” he asked again, his voice low but insistent.

She laughed nervously, holding her hands up in a gesture of peace, her words pouring out in a rapid stream. “Okay, no idea what you’re saying, but I swear I’m not dangerous! I don’t even know how I got here—one minute, I’m at home, and the next, I’m here in… wherever this is.”

Iceland’s chest tightened. Her energy was overwhelming—so many words, spoken so quickly, paired with such expressive gestures. He felt unmoored, like he was trying to grasp sunlight slipping through his fingers. But he couldn’t look away. She was fire and warmth, alive in a way that made his quiet, icy world feel even colder.

She stepped closer, pointing to herself. “I’m Andayna,” she said slowly, enunciating carefully. “Your turn?”

His gaze lingered on her lips as she spoke, trying to memorize the sounds. “Ég… Ísland,” he said cautiously, pointing to himself. Her brow furrowed, and she repeated his name hesitantly, her accent twisting the syllables. Hearing his name on her tongue sent a strange warmth through his chest.

Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Great! Iceland? That’s where I am? Wow, okay—this is definitely not the 21st century.”

He didn’t understand her words, but her laughter was like music. He frowned, stepping closer, his curiosity overtaking his wariness. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers grazing the strange fabric of her clothing. She didn’t pull away, only watching him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“You’re… not from here,” he murmured in his own tongue, more to himself than to her. “Not from this time.”

When she didn’t respond, he gestured toward his village. “Komdu,” he said firmly, trying to bridge the gap between them with action.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her playful demeanor fading into caution. “You want me to go with you?” she guessed, taking a step back. “Yeah, not happening unless I know what’s going on.”

Her resistance made his stomach twist. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she wasn’t submitting either, her fiery spirit shining through her confusion. He stepped forward again, his expression softening, and held out his hand. “Vinsamlegast,” he said gently, hoping the tone of his voice would convey his intent.

She hesitated, studying him. Her eyes, so warm and alive, seemed to pierce through him, as if she could see every secret he held. Finally, she sighed and took his hand.

The warmth of her skin against his sent a shiver through him. He tightened his grip slightly, afraid she might let go, and led her toward the village. He didn’t know who—or what—she was, but he was certain of one thing: she wasn’t leaving. Not now. Not ever.

This scenario sets up the contrast in their personalities and backgrounds, as well as Iceland’s immediate fascination with her. Let me know if you’d like to expand on any specific part!

[karmacanary]

When two couples are sent whirling through time, it makes for all sorts of adventures – and obstacles. See how they fight impossible odds and find their way to a future filled with love.

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