#can the past save the future

[stardancerluv]

Can the Past Save the Future

Part 3

Summary: Arthur is reunited with his childhood friend.

Notes/Warning: Mutual pining, drinking to access (do not drink this much!) Flashback in italics! Old school, dated views of women…

Dilberry maker - foolish person (old English slang)

“It’s ok poppet that’s long behind the two of us now.” You gently urged your twin, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Your twin pressed her lips together, and nodded. Finally, you looked up. It cut him deep to know it all still hurt you even though now, things were were worlds better. “Arthur, dear friend this is my twin brother, Y/N.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Twin brother?”

You nodded, meeting your sister’s eye and sharing a nod, you picked up the story.

“Yes, I’m her twin.” You gave Arthur your most charming smile. Just looking at him fueled that smile.

“One spring when we were terribly young, I came down with scarlet fever.” You gave your twin’s shoulder a squeeze. “How she didn’t get it is beyond me, us. Because she kept on sneaking me sweets and her company.” Looking past those wondrous brown curls for a moment, he could practically feel how stifling that room had been. “I got it bad. But then one day, after a few very harsh days I finally recovered.”

“But, how…” Arthur’s brown eyes moved from you to your twin and back at you.

“Once I recovered mum and father sent me off to several places in the summer to grow physically and up here.” You tapped your temple. “Emily, got to let her imaginations run wild each summer while I grew into a little gentlemen.”

Arther nodded then. “So that is why I only ever ran around the county-side with Emily.”

“Yes. It got my mind off of almost losing my twin, my best friend.” You added quickly added. “I met you and it was almost like having him there. I’d write him and tell him all about you.” She shot you a look and smile.

A small smile curled his lips. “We did have some awfully good adventures.”

She nodded. “We did.”

Inhaling, this was certainly interesting. “I know my twin, is incredibly happy to have me back,” You gestured with your hand. “Which is another story entirely but the history you two share is great, why don’t you join us for our dinner.”

You watched as there was a small possibly polite waver in how Arthur stood.

“Yes, Arthur join us. I’ve missed you, our friendship.”

You could still see a possible wavering. “Arthur.” You smirked, remembering your earlier exchange how his carefree confidence had reeled you in when you walked up. “I’ll order the second best brandy.” You rose your eyebrows. “Since you already ordered the best.”

A chuckle, you could practically feel came from him, as he gave you that smile with the twist to it. “How can I say no to either offers.”

*******

His heart was thudding hard in his chest as he pulled off his hat, then slipped free of his coat. “Do you mind terribly if I lay my coat over yours?”

“Not at all.”

Quickly he placed his coat there and placed his hat on top. He soon the took a seat besides his childhood friend. Glancing across the table at you he marveled at the thought. You were her twin. How what an interesting twist to things.

Sitting across from you, he was able to enjoy glancing at you.

The barmaid came back promptly.

“Prepare a plate for our friend with the foods, I ordered. He had joined us.” Emily spoke first before smiling his way.

“It will be more.”

“That is not a problem. I would hope so.”

“Thank you.” Arthur nodded. “Emily, you have always been too kind.”

You returned his smile. “Only for friends.”

“And a bottle of your second best brandy.” He watched as you spoke. When you glanced over at him with an arched eyebrow, it caused a knot to form in his stomach. The touch of your fingertips till lingered, he mused in the fuzzy warmth of his head.

“Arthur,” Emily whispered like years gone past. “sitting here like this reminds me of when the cook would call us in and give us fresh goodies. Like warm rolls.” She nudged you, her eyes were bright. He smiled.

“Arthur! Emily! Come here!”

It had been a terribly drizzly day, but sitting under the willow watching some frogs jump in and out of the pond had been fun.

Hearing the kind voice of her cook, Emily jumped to her feet and dusted herself off. She then held out a hand to you. You did the same as her.

“Oh wait!” Her eyes were bright as she leaned in close. “Let me.” He nodded and then he felt as something gave from your hair.

He made a face, taking a step back. “Tell me it wasn’t another beetle.”

She giggled into her hand. “No! Just this. A large leaf!” You held it up.

“Don’t make call you two again.” A hearty laugh came from the cook.

“We’re coming.” Emily called back, she dropped the leaf and took his hand again. “Alright, let’s run for it.”

“Yes!”

Together running across the large field, panting you both reached the door.

She wiped her hands on her apron. “Wipe those shoes, you little rascals and come in.”

He chuckled. Emily’s cook was so much nicer then his. You both knew to then go and sit at the small tucked away in the corner.

“What do you think she has for us?” He whispered.

“Maybe a tart.” Emily had whispered back.

“Fresh rolls and butter.” She smiled, placing a plate in front of the two of you. “The tarts are for after dinner.” She winked. “Yes, Arthur your mum is having you and Amelia come over for dinner while adults will be playing cards and some such thing.”

“Tarts!” You both gave a cheer before tearing the rolls open and smothering it with the soft butter.

“Your fresh bread and butter sir.” The barmaid, startled him away from the past, he sat back.

He looked up at the barmaid, her expression was blank. “Thank you.” He replied flatly.

******

The bottle and glasses clinked when the barmaid placed them beside in front of him. Lining up the glasses, glanced over at his twin’s friend.

He may not have the air that had surrounded him earlier, but he was still quite a delight on the eyes. “I still have to finish what you gave me but I am interested to see what this tastes like.”

“Oh, is he who you went over to?”

Inwardly, you groaned. Your twin was well your twin and sure she went well but now she may make you look like a fool.

“Yes, poppet it is.” You gave her a sidelong glance as you poured.

“Ahh ok.” She then happily nibbled away at her toast.

“This is pretty good Emily.” Arthur added. “Though not as good as the hot rolls or tarts your cook made us.”

“Mrs. Cratchit makes the best stuff.” She pressed her lips together and nodded. “She was a good chef. She was so kind to us.”

He smiled and nodded. “She was, remember when she saved my dignity the day I slipped in the mud?”

Emily rolled her eyes, “Do I? Luckily we had some of pupper’s clothes for the few days he had come to the country estate before going on to Dublin.” She reached over and squeezed your arm.

“Pupper, I can’t.” She put a hand out. “Really, I couldn’t possibly.” Your twin leaned in, “It would be scandalous for me to be seen drinking with two men. One my brother and one that is close to my age.” She whispered.

“Ignore their looks and thoughts. Arthur, won’t think less of you and of course nor will I.”

She made a face. “Pupper, seriously.” You shifted.

“They are all dilbery makers.”

You giggled into your hand. “Oh Poppet, ok but one drink.” She finally relented.

*****

“Oh!” You chuckled easily. “It really decided to come down didn’t it?” You struggled to slip on your coat, while looking at the heavy snowflakes that fell from the sky. A smile played on your lips. You could see why your sister had become friends with him.

You had not had that much of the brandy; had you? The struggle of getting into the coat became stronger. Then looking over at Arthur, you realized what happened. Now it all made sense.

“I will get us a coach.” Your twin announced.

There were a few nearby so you kept an eye on her, while you walked the short distance over to Arthur. Who was trying to straighten his hat.

“Tell me Arthur, are you still comfortable in my clothes?” He came and stood close to him.

The look he gave him was of confusion and then he really looked at what he had slipped into.

“Oh! It did feel a bit big.” He chuckled as he weaved towards you.

“Looks not terrible on you. But I had been worried..” Your voice trailed off as your twin called attention to the coach.

You giggled as you came over. “I got us a coach, come along you two.”

Arthur held up a hand. “I’ll find my own.”

“Nonesense. It is terribly late and if I remember the house you share with your sister is across the city.”

Arthur shrugged.

“We’re not terribly far and have plenty of rooms.” Your twin reasoned.

She did the unthinkable. Honestly, you were not sure if it was the brandy in her, the nostalgia or a bit of both. But she looped her arms with both of you. You grew completely mortified. Yet, another part of you hoped it swayed Arthur. You were very warm and fuzzy, despite the heavy snow falling around you. And at this moment, you truly didn’t want to part from him just yet. “No arguing Arthur.” You chimed in.

“Really, I mustn’t.” Though as he spoke a crooked smile spread across his face. “Unless you insist.” He glanced at you.

“I do.” You replied with your own smirk.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Dick is thrown back in time to a couple days before his past self is scheduled to leave on the mission to space, the one during which Jason will die.

Past Dick gets a very frantic and concerning phone call from someone claiming to be his future self, begging him not to go on the mission. And for some reason he‘s supposed to keep an eye on Jason? What the hell is that about? They’re not that close…

[grey-viridian]

Future father-son hugs!

[dizzybizz]

some doodles

[kabutoden]

listen i know i said they dont have godtier powers but au where they do. list. listen. are you hearing me. mage of time ceruleanblood with intense and volatile emotions and low emotive knight of doom rustblood. its doomed yuri. its timed yuri. ill love you forever but we dont have that. and we never will. duty. knowledge. resignation to fate. a single moment between enemies/lovers to last an eternity the scorpion and the fly..........

[mrs-n-uzumaki]

Erik stares with incredible wonder, who is this boy?

[shardkn1ght]

(WRW) if you don’t mind me asking, what is Honey trained to do/help you with?

I don't mind answering at all!

Honey is an assisting and support dog. She helps me with day to day activities, which I may struggle with due to my bad joints, like shopping and fetching me items.

but I also have PTSD, anxiety, and night terrors, so she helps to calm me down and ground me. She does this by sitting with or on me or licking my face.

She's also trained to get someone if I happen to be in danger.

She's a very smart girl when in uniform and when I need her.

But she's also incredibly dumb, and I love her for that. 💕

[p1x1x]

[tapakah0]

You know

We had the canon story with where they could at least save another timeline

You did a story where they managed to have their happy ending

And now, I suspect

It's time for the complete failure?

Nope, I've mentioned before that it will be good for one person, don't worry

[cosettegf]

i love the penumbra podcast and i love second citadel and i really enjoyed listening to the finale but i feel. weird about the way this show treats its female characters???

[stardancerluv]

Can the Past Save the Future?

Part One

Summary: The will has been read. Drinks flow. Twins reunite.

Warning/Notes: Drinking to access is bad. Don’t be like Arthur.

Note…I watched Dickensian a second time…I have to write a little Arthur. He deserved better…he deserved a chance.

This will be my first time seriously tackling X m!reader, please be nice. (Might give male reader & his twin a last name later on!) Like it? Let me know! Feedback is welcome along with ❤️s and so is sharing! Thank you for reading!

He drank. He drank to forget. He drank to feel.

Long ago, his father’s coldness toward him had stopped effecting him. But today, now hearing what he had left him in his will was a slap in the face. It was an insult, a farce.

All the wounds that had scared over years ago, were ripped open and they hurt anew. All the walls he had built around himself came crumbling down.

He took a table in the back, among the shadows.

“Arthur?”

“I didn’t realize we had gotten so familiar.” Squinting, he looked up at the barmaid. He exhaled. “Brandy and leave the bottle.”

She nodded and turning left.

He pulled off his hat and placed it beside him.

******

When the door jangled open, it was just another guy ambling in. Their hat brim sat low covering most of their face but you already knew it wasn’t your twin. Idly, you crossed and recrossed your arms as you sat there. Under the table no one see how your nervously tapped your foot. Sighing, you glanced down and examined for the millionth time your gloves.

You finally couldn’t wait any longer and taking the knife you began to smother the crusty bread with some butter. Since he had taken the late train, you had decided to forgo dinner and have it at the pub with him. Though now it appeared that your twin’s train was running late.

This time when the door opened you didn’t even bother to glance up. You put the knife and slice down. You pressed your lips together before taking only a second sip at the warmed cider you had ordered a mug of. It was far stronger then you had anticipated and tickled your nose, causing you shift around in your seat.

“Oh poppet, you couldn’t wait just a touch longer for me?” His dark eyebrow were arched in a playful disapproval.

Your heart immediately swelled at the sound of his warm, raspy voice. You scooted out and then practically you leapt at him. “Oh, pupper, I am so happy you are home!” You squeezed him tight.

Once in the booth, he motioned and the barmaid came over. “I’ll have whatever she ordered.”

You leaned toward him happiness bubbling in you. “Always copying me?” You giggled behind a hand.

“Well, you always did have the better taste in the family.”

You giggled and beamed once again. “That is true.” You remarked smiling before taking another sip from the cider. But then he slid out of the booth. “What are you doing?” You looked up at him surprised and a touch confused.

“I figured, I better order something slightly different then you.” He smiled.

You grimaced and shook your head. “Oh you.”

*****

The bottle and glass clinked as the girl finally placed them in front of him.

He looked up at her, his jaw tight. “Did you really have to take his order before bringing me mine?”

She shrugged and walked away.

Muttering to himself, he tore open the bottle himself since she didn’t even do the decent thing and pour some into his glass. Closing his eyes at the wonderfully bitter taste, he drained his glass.

Then he chased it with a second and half way through the third something; actually someone caught his eye. He blinked. The guy who had stolen the barmaid’s attention now stole now his. He, he well, Arthur stumbled to find the right description. He watched as the man combed at his wild strands with his slender fingers as he leaned against the bar. He licked his bottom lip before biting down on it. His heart picked up speed.

No matter. He admonished himself over the little folly. Grabbing his glass, he finished what was left of the third pour. Placing his glass by the bottle with a very contented sigh on his lips, he leaned back and closed his eyes. He enjoyed the warmth, the amber liquid gave him.

******

“You seriously don’t have any more?” He couldn’t stop himself from making a face. “Give me a glass, I’ll buy a sniff off him.”

“He may not want to part with any of it. He’s the only one who usually buys it.”

“We’ll see.”

He held out his hand and he watched as worry creased the older, chubby man’s brow as he handed him the small glass. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ll have the other brandy waiting.”

“What are you doing?” Your twin hissed.

He held a hand up. “Nothing to worry about poppet, I’ll be right back.”

Standing straighter and adjusting his scarf; he made his way over to the corner that only had a solitary candle.

As he grew closer seeing this stranger at complete ease did a number on him. His head was thrown back against the booth, his closed eyes and soft, slack lips. His clothes were soft as the hung from his frame. Something about his complete disregard for all that was around made him was very appealing.

“Excuse me,” He swallowed, watching how the candle light licked at the man’s throat. “I hear you bought the last bottle of their finest brandy.”

The man slowly drew his head down and opened his eyes. Chestnut curls fell, framing the strikingly young face for someone to enjoy brandy like that. A smile with a twist to it, made his stomach lurch in the best possible way, as the smile spread across the man’s face.

“Have you come over to compliment on my good taste?”

@jamiethebanished

[qcomicsy]

Sometimes I just think about Peter tipping his head up to kiss Wade slowly and bring his both forearms on his shoulder, just to Wade deep the kiss, oh so slow. So slow. As if he is afraid of him running away. He holds Peter 's waist with trembling fingertips, just to press their temple's together.

Peter is there. He still there.

He isn't going anywhere.

Wade doesn't understand why he loves him. But he haven't asked ever since. Because the one time he did Peter just looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and said.

"What isn't there to love?"

And it's too much. God it's too much.

[pixlokita]

Imagine micheal introducing Cassie to Gregory and Evan like: “meet your new sister” while both of them are like “what”

Well if Gregory knows her It would go down more like

Gregory: everyone meet Cassie, she’s my sister.

Michael: -gasp- daughter?

Cassie: what

Gregory: ignore him-

Cc: niece ?

Gregory: no?!

[etapereine]

oh, we could've had that (and so much more)

tour de france fanwork classification, stage 17: au -> fake dating (178 words)

also on ao3.

the music at the after-party is loud, the kind of loud that thumps deep in jonas's chest and makes him wonder why he even agreed to come. tadej looking at him across the table, all pleading eyes and half-drunk smile, doesn't help matters.

last year this time it would have been different. last year this time, tadej's mere presence would have given jonas butterflies, back before they flew too close to the sun and broke each other's hearts. tadej inches his hand closer to jonas's on the table; he's never known how to give up a fight.

a body slides in next to jonas, surprising but no less comforting, one hand around his waist and the other pressing a glass of water toward him. jonas takes it gratefully, glad for something to do with his hands. tadej eyes the way matteo's fingers fit through jonas's belt loop.

"ready to head back to my place?" matteo asks, mostly to jonas but loud enough for tadej to hear. tadej blinks, and jonas leans into the wrong assumption.

"whenever you are."

[fstbmp-a]

"Sonic is a hedgehog. Amy and Silver are hedgehogs. YOU? ...You're something else."

CRYSTAL THE SCOURGE

Absolutely spectacular art of THE bitch by Mint (@rgtag)!!

DON'T REBLOG (unless you're mint of course, you drew it) OR I WILL EXPLODE YOU WITH MY MIND!!!

[dosthoeyevsky]

its my 28th birthday tomorrow so i want to say while i still can

- i am 27 years old

- i have no money and no prospects

- i'm already a burden to my parents

- i am frightened