#lyatt fic prompt

[savetimeless]

People have made posts about it and I'm making it into a prompt. Lucy and Wyatt's conversation about Rufus x Jiya being a thing and Lucy telling Wyatt it was happening and then x amount of time later Rufus and Jiya have a very similar conversation about Lucy and Wyatt happening.

Lilllyyyyyyy here you go! it’s a bit different to what you asked for, but I think you’ll like the direction I took it ;) 

first bit is set during 1x07 ‘Stranded’, after they’re back but before they all meet up for drinks. When Lucy gifts Rufus the Chocodiles, Wyatt gives a little nudge of his head like its a gift from them both, so I set this when they go and buy said gift. And then the second bit is set in some far off post-Rittenhouse future. 

Enjoy! And don’t forget to send some prompts! Uni starts back next week, so I may be a little slower, but fear not because I will get to them all! 

certain qualities are required (to remember pleasure when it’s gone) read on ao3!

“Where do you even get Chocodiles?” Wyatt grumbles as Lucy pulls up at the store.

“Walmart,” she says, like its obvious.

He rolls his eyes. “You can get anything from Walmart,” he replies. “Butlike  … what aisle?”

She turns in her seat to stare at him. “Haveyou ever even been to a grocery store?”

They get out of the car and turn towards thestore. Wyatt shoves his hands in his pockets as he says, “Of course I have. Ijust don’t usually buy … chocolate.”

Lucy scoffs and looks him up and down. “Yeah,you don’t look it. Maybe that’s why you’re always so grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy! What about Rufus? He’salways grumpy, and he eats chocolate.”

Lucy pauses to think on this, picking up abasket and handing it to him without thinking. He raises his brows, but doesn’tsay anything.

“You’re right, Rufus is grumpy,” she saysfinally. “We should try and set him up.”

“You think he should get laid?” Wyatt asksincredulously. “And it will solve all his problems? Wow, great solution, Luce.”

Lucy sniffs and turns her head up. “I happento think it’s the perfect solution. Maybe youneed to get laid.”

Wyatt wiggles his brows, and bumps hisshoulder to hers. “You offering?”

She hits him over the shoulder. “I’m engaged,idiot.”

“Oh?” He swings the basket back and forthinnocently. “And you’d say yes, otherwise?”

“Let’s just get back to business,” she says,rolling her eyes and continuing to walk. “Hey, I need milk.”

“I’m taking that as a yes!” he calls afterher.

They shop for a few more minutes, Lucypicking up various things she needs, and it all feels very domestic. It’s quiterelaxing, honestly. Eventually, they wind up in the confectionary aisle,standing in front of the various forms of Twinkies.

“There’s so many?” Wyatt says, bewildered.

Lucy nods solemnly. “And I can’t see the damnChocodiles.”

“Ah, no, there.” Wyatt grabs them from thetop shelf and drops them in the basket.

“Okay, but, I really think we should setRufus up,” Lucy says as they start walking again. “Specifically, with Jiya.”

“Jiya?” Wyatt asks, a frown on his face.“Aren’t they already a thing?”

Lucy bounces on her feet, like that’s thebest thing he could have said. “Nope, they aren’t. But they’re perfect for eachother, no?”

“They … they have certain qualities thatwould work well together.” He looks uncomfortable, and Lucy laughs at him.

“Okay, leave it to me,” she says, stilllaughing. “I’m going to make it happen. It’s happening!”

“Okay, I bet you twenty bucks Wyatt and Lucyhook up tonight.”

Rufus spits his beer out. “Wyatt and … Lucy?”

Jiya pushes his drink down on the table, thensettles down into the booth.

“Yep. I think it’s finally going to happentonight.”

“Finally?What?”

“Keep up Rufus.” She grabs his chin and turnshis head in the direction of the pair, who are playing a very competitive gameof air hockey. Lucy scores a goal and holds her hands in the air, shouting indelight.

Wyatt’s looking at her fondly, almost as if –

“Holy shit.”

“Yep,” Jiya says, popping a chip into hermouth. “Tonight’s the night.”

Rufus furrows his brow. “No way. If they’vebeen pining after each for this long and haven’t said anything after all theshit we went through, there’s no way justa bit of alcohol – oh, okay. Yep. They’re kissing. You were – you were right .. . okay, this is a public place, they need to knock it off.”

[alittlextrathatway]

Lyatt: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

YAY, LYATT! I MISS THEM. Okay, this should be fun.

******

Forty-eight hours after leaving the bunker it was decided that Lucy would be staying with Wyatt while she deals with her mother’s house. No way could she live there after everything that’s happened. It’s too much, too soon.

As she’s unpacking her sad singular duffle from her time living as an off the radar time traveling nomad, she starts hanging things up in Wyatt’s closet. He had already unpacked as soon they arrived back at his apartment but Lucy had tried to fool herself into thinking she could go home and face the ghosts of both her mother and Amy and had kept her duffle ready to go.

As she hung up a few of her more delicate items, most acquired while time traveling, she spotted a familiar flannel shirt amongst his things. The shirt. The shirt she remembers getting to wear before Rittenhouse tried to tear them apart. After Jessica came back, Lucy had washed it and snuck it back into Wyatt’s things. He never asked for it back, but the reminder of Hollywood 1941 was too much for her to keep it.

Now, though…

What would be the harm in taking it back?

She grins to herself and pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, dropping it and her bra on the floor of his small walk-in closet. She dons the shirt and buttons it up, leaving the top three buttons undone to create a plunging neckline that teased her modest bust. She debates shucking her leggings too but ultimately thinks that may be a bit too on the nose.

When she’s finished hanging her things, she walks back out into the living room where Wyatt is filling out paperwork in preparation for his new role with Homeland Security. The papers are spread across the cheap card table he must have eaten and worked at while he lived here alone as he leans over them, hands resting on the edge of the table.

She clears her throat but he doesn’t look up.

“I ordered lunch,” he tells her, scribbling something on one form. “I hope Thai food is okay?”

She rolls her eyes at his distracted demeanor but still smiles warmly. He knows Thai food is her favorite and she’s not fooled by his carelessly casual attitude. He ordered for her only he doesn’t want her to know he did. Thoughtful, noble, and modest as he is. Okay, modest may be a bit of a stretch most of the time. He can be a cocky jerk when he wants to be. Honestly, she kind of loves it.

“Thai food is great,” she replies. “All unpacked, by the way. So I suppose I’m...moved in? Is that what I’m doing? Moving in?”

At the doubt in her tone he looks up with an easy affectionate grin. “I believe so, Professor.” He pauses after his heated blue gaze sweeps up and down the length of her. “Is that my shirt?”

“You mean our shirt? I believe you gave this to me a long time ago.”

He quirks a brow and drops his pen down on the table, focusing completely on her. He smirks, eyes narrowing with a teasing glimmer. “Yes, but you gave it back.”

“Well, clearly that was a mistake and now I’m reclaiming it.”

“Reclaiming the shirt?” He asks. His smirk transforms from teasing to wicked. “Or me?”

She lets out a hoarse husky chuckle and crosses the space between them. Her hands settle at his waist, fingers twining through the belt loops on his jeans. “Both. You okay with that, soldier?”

He dips his head, brow resting against hers. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, ma’am.”

As he kisses her, slow and deep, his hands reach for the buttons on the shirt. She may be reclaiming the shirt, but she has a feeling she’ll never end up wearing it for very long.

[everythingtimeless]

Can you do a quick one-shot of Wyatt coming to Lucy's rescue after being kidnapped and tourchred by Emma and Noah (both active and proud members of Rittenhouse) and then later while Lucy is in the hospital Wyatt comes to visit her and confesses his feelings for her to her? Unbeknownst to him though she heard everything and wakes and tells him she loves him and then they share a super sweet kiss?

I’m not going to lie, you seem to have a beautiful headcanon around this and maybe you should just flesh that out into a little one shot? :)

I’m not sure any of the mods are writing currently, but we will post this in case any other writer fans want a great prompt! Thanks for sharing! 

[amyprestons]

trying to get back into my writing tonight so if anyone wants to send me: asks about my fics/short fic prompts (i.e. 100 word/three sentence challenges etc.)/ anything like that, it would really help!

(read the tags for more details on what i’m currently working on)

[missyriver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston, Rufus Carlin/Jiya Characters: Wyatt Logan, Lucy Preston, Jiya (Timeless), Rufus Carlin, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 02, Post-Canon, Timeless Fanfic Prompt Summary:

After a hellish year, the Team needs a night out.

@timeless-fanfic-prompts @thebookjumper @hope-for-olicity @almondblossomme @rittenhousetl @lucy-wyatt @timelessfan227 @mockingjays-daughter  @idatheactivist @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain @mockingjayne12 @amazalina@dopemixtape @lyatttrash @chasethesun18 @modernlifehistorian @the-suriel-deserved-better @timetravelandfairytales @thedanceneverends @thebracingbibliophile @bestshipcaptainswan @enchanted-keys @bellarke-princesswarrior @huntersixtyseven @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @lost-generation-lights @vivianelynne02 @simply-anya@captainmorningstar

[rittenintime]

Just leaving a Timeless FanFic idea here with the hopes of someone taking it...

So Jessica is pregnant, and she does in a weird sort of way love Wyatt. So when Rittenhouse turns on her and puts a target on her back, Jessica, knowing full well that Rittenhouse will eventually find her and kill her; decides that the only person she trusts to raise and protect her newborn baby is Wyatt....Lucy and Wyatt raise the child together as if it were their own.

@mamacyno @modernlifehistorian ...someone. Please.

[annabreaksthings]

Meet the Logans? (1671 words) by Skippee Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston, Jessica Logan/Wyatt Logan, Rufus Carlin/Jiya Characters: Wyatt Logan, Jessica Logan, Rufus Carlin, Jiya (Timeless) Summary:

“You know this is madness, right?” Of course it’s madness. You’re dead.

[mockingjays-daughter]

There’s no way they’ll be able to outrun these men. He doesn’t know if they’re Rittenhouse or just 1940s thugs but at this point it doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting Lucy out of here. He chances a look at her. If this is the last time he sees her he’s going to take every second. He almost wishes he didn’t because he sees the moment she realizes they won’t outrun them. Her grip on his hand tightens and he pulls them into a corner.

“Wyatt?”

“I just- if this is the last time we see each other-“

“Don’t talk like that! Of course we’ll see each other again. Because we’re not separating.”

Wyatt runs his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to soothe her.

“Lucy just let me say what I need to say. I promise if anything happens I’ll always find you okay?” She just nods, her eyes watering.

“Okay, like I was saying we both know we won’t outrun them so Incase I don’t see you again I want to tell you some things okay?”

“Okay”

“First and most importantly I love you, so much and I will never stop loving you no matter what happens. I will love you even after I die. Second I want you to know how beautiful you are. I didn’t think it was possible to be that beautiful all the time until I met you. You’re beautiful on the inside too and so fierce, strong and brave. The last thing is a question actually.” Wyatt says getting down on one knee.

“I wanted to ask you after this mission but I have to do this now. Lucy Preston, will you marry me”

All Lucy can do is laugh and nod

“Of course I’ll marry you” she smiles.

“I don’t have the ring with me because I had planned on asking you when we got back. But it’s at home in the top drawer in the dresser.”

“Why are you telling me whe-“

“Just incase okay I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Lucy throws her arms around him kissing him as Wyatt’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer. As they pull apart the thugs burst through the door and rip Lucy away from him.

“No! Let go of me!” She screams elbowing the man in the gut. The thug is hug and doesn’t even grunt.

“If you don’t let her go right now I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch. “Wyatt growls, pulling out his gun.

“I’d like to see you try” the thug laughs, pulling Lucy out the door with him. Lucy watches as Wyatt chases after them feeling the familiar panic rise up from the last time they were in this situation. Last time though she was kidnapped by Flynn during the Benedict Arnold Mission and they were farther apart then so maybe there’s hope. It’s the worst timing but the thought that pops into her head as she maintains eye contact with Wyatt is that hell hath no fury like a man trying to save the woman he loves.

She’s proven right seconds later when Wyatt shoots the man in the leg and closes the distance between them. The mans arms lock around her waist as he crashes to the ground. Wyatt kneels in front of them and lifts the gun to the mans head.

“You alright Lucy?” She nods.

“Okay good. Now, you see the woman you just tried to kidnap? That’s my fiancée. And I don’t take kindly to people threatening her. Now here’s the deal. You let her go and I don’t put a bullet through your brain. You don’t and you’re a dead man. Choose wisely because I don’t miss.” The thug slowly lets her go and in no time she’s back in Wyatt’s arms as they meet up with Rufus and leave 1941.

[timeless-besthistoryclass]

I'm bored to death.

Hit me up with some One-Shot prompts, I've got my first paid vacation coming up and need something to do xD

[savetimeless]

Lucy get's severly hurt in a mission and Wyatt blames himself and freaks out for it.

anon i told you to watch this space but even i didn’t think i’d have this out so soon thereafter filling the last prompt like this one. 

nevertheless, here we are, and i hope you all enjoy. 

also send me more prompts bc my inbox is empty :( 

inspired by the 100 s2, and jamie lannister, GoT 

with my feelings on fire (guess i’m a bad liar) read on ao3!

Wyatt is halfway throughcleaning the action of his gun when Flynn sits down in the seat opposite him.

Neither speak.

Wyatt, while perhaps beingthe one who could understand Flynn’s past the most empathetically, had neverbeen able to connect with him.

Lucy had been the one topush them all to break Flynn out all those months ago, having cared enough tomastermind the entire plan herself. Rufus, God love him, had put consideredeffort into befriending the guy, after a few days of stony silence andwithering glares. Even Denise, who they had purposefully avoided telling theywere gonna spring Flynn, had somehow come around and now they could begenerally found sharing breakfast, however quiet it was.

Wyatt, however, had madeno effort what so ever to talk to him. After upending his entire stable thoughfairly miserable life, Wyatt couldn’t bring himself to befriend Flynn. Forgivehim, maybe. Protect him, well, it came with protecting Lucy, apparently. Talkto him? He didn’t want to.

So he keeps cleaning hisgun, head down, and doesn’t open his mouth.

“I know you love her.”

The gun slips from hishand as he looks up sharply.

“What?” he snaps.

“Lucy. I know you’re inlove with her.”

Wyatt grits his teeth,picks his gun back up. Not speaking. He doesn’t want to talk, especially not about this. Flynn stayssitting, silently, patiently, just waiting for Wyatt to answer, and he won’t,because he doesn’t owe this guy anything.

“No.” Wyatt slams the gundown, more forcefully than called for. “No, you know what? You don’t get to askshit like that. I helped you, you fucked life up for me, so, no, you don’t get to sit hereand ask that and expect me to talk about it like we’re five years old.”

Flynn inclines his head.“I wasn’t asking.”

Wyatt stands, his chairscraping loudly, and everyone looks over to them. Rufus looks surprised at thenoise, mostly, and Lucy is concerned, and Denise looks like she just doesn’twant to deal with a fight, but Wyatt’s angry so he doesn’t sit back down.

He does speak lowly,though, because he doesn’t want the conversation to be overheard.

“Don’t you ever, ever presume you can talk to me aboutpersonal things again.”

“Actually,” Flynn sayscasually, “it isn’t personal.”

Wyatt is so bewilderedthat he actually further engages in the conversation, which, later on, he’llregret deeply.

“How – how is that not personal?”

“I need to protect themission, and your feelings jeopardize that.”

Somehow, Wyatt has becomeso angry that he’s invested in the conversation, so he sits back down.

“And how do you figurethat?” Yeah, maybe he’s admitting its true, maybe he isn’t (it is true).

Flynn leans forward, likehe’s eager now. “Love breeds weakness, Logan. It is only going to cloud yourjudgment and you will make wrong decisions. You are emotional, are you not? Iknow what you did for your wife, going back to 1983 and killing an innocentman. What’s to say you won’t do something equally as rash to save Lucy?”

Wyatt pauses, lets that sinkin, and drums his fingers on the table while he considers his response. ThatFlynn thinks he loves Lucy the way he loved his wife is … it takes hisbreath away, honestly. He hadn’t considered what it could grow to be, had justrecognized it for what it was and let it grow. Now, in retrospect, he thinks heprobably should have tried to stop it.

Because would he go backin time, completely jeopardize the mission, just to kill an innocent guy if itmeant he could protect Lucy?

Yeah. He would.

And it’s terrifying.

Finally, he says, “A bithypocritical, considering what you do in the name of love.”

Flynn sits back, as if hehadn’t considered such a response. Wyatt knows he has, though, and perhaps that’s why he hadn’t wanted to talk tohim; because Wyatt was used to being the smartest guy in the room, but Flynnhad always been one step ahead of him. He doesn’t like feeling out of control.

“I think, Wyatt, that thatis the precise reason I know what I’m talking about.”

Wyatt raises an eyebrow.

“This love … makesmonsters of us all. Changes who we think we are, or, at least, turns us intosomething we wouldn’t be otherwise. It makes monsters. It’s a weakness.”

Wyatt thinksFlynn’s right.

Wyatt puts the conversationto the back of his mind.

It’s not until they’remid-mission and everything has gone to shit, a massive argument with Lucybehind him and Flynn glaring at him pointedly that it comes back to him.

Love is a weakness and it makes monsters of us all.

He was willing to endangerall members of the team, as well as more civilians than necessary to get thejob done, when it could be easily avoided by sending Lucy in as recon.

She had been the one tosuggest it, and it was what their fight had been about.

(“Why can’t you just letme do this? What, do you not trust me? Because I’m only a history nerd I’m notgood enough to do this?”

“No, Lucy, please just - .. . I can’t lose you too, okay?”)

It’s with that in mind,that he says, “Lucy, you need to go in for recon.”

Everyone looks a bitsurprised, because he had been so adamant before, but they agree fast enough.

As they’re prepping to goin, Lucy pulls him aside. “Are you okay with this? Someone else can –“

“It’s a Woman’s Club,Luce, only you can go in. And we all know how important this is, they’re goingto protect a lot of assault victims, so we need to do this, so Rittenhousedon’t screw it up.”

She shifts on her feet,uncomfortable. “Yeah, I know, but you said –“

“I know what I said,” heinterrupts. Over Lucy’s shoulder, Wyatt can see Flynn watching them closely,glaring pointedly. Wyatt feels his lips move, but can’t hear the words he neverthought he’d say. “I was being weak.”

Wyatt tightens his hold onFlynn’s throat. “This is your fault.”

Flynn doesn’t lookpanicked, though his grip is tight on Wyatt’s wrist, which only makes Wyattmadder and press harder.

“You, you and your love is weakness bullshit, and turns outI was right to be worried because now she’s – and you said –“

“So you’re gonna kill me?”Flynn groans out. “Monster.”

Wyatt grunts infrustration, but lets him go.

“Okay, we need to find herand –“

“She knows where she’ssupposed to meet us,” Flynn says, rubbing his neck.

“That was an hour ago!”Wyatt shouts.

Rufus puts a calming handon Wyatt’s shoulder. “We’ll find her, okay?”

They do find her. She’sbattered and bruised and sitting in a pool of her blood, but she’s alive.

She’s in a dark alley,propped up against a wall. She doesn’t move, and at first he thinks she’s deadand his heart stops. But she groans and shifts and his relief is so palpable sheopens her eyes.

“Wyatt?” she whispers.

He rushes to her side,gathers her in his arms. “Hey, hey, yeah, it’s me.”

He presses a kiss to hershoulder, then her cheek, then her hair. He cradles her face in one hand andlays his forehead against her temple.

“I thought you were deadand it was my fault,” he says hoarsely, his throat tight and tears in his eyesthat he rather wishes weren’t there but can’t do anything about. “I’m sorry.I’m sorry for what I said and – and you are not a weakness, you are my strengthand I lo –“

“Wyatt,” she interrupts,her voice weak and her breathing wheezy, “I’ve pictured this moment a thousandtimes and none of them included me bleeding in a dark alley, so can we do thiswhen we get home?”

He laughs then helps herup, slinging one of her arms around his neck while he supports her waist.

“Of course we can do it athome.”

It’s hard to get quiettime in the warehouse with six (sometimes seven, when Mason was there) peopleconstantly milling about, with little to no areas for privacy.

It’s especially hard tofind quiet time when the only ones with any type of medical training are he andDenise, with Mason sneaking in supplies when he could. It makes everyone tense,even though Lucy’s injury wasn’t as bad as it had seemed in the filed, and sohe and Lucy get about zero time alone in the next two weeks.

It’s when Denise finallysays she thinks they’re in the clear, that the wound is really starting to healand there’s no sign of infection that the others leave them alone.

Lucy announces she’s goingto shower, then inclines her head to him and winks and he’s pretty fuckingexcited. He follows her quietly, slips in after her.

The bathroom isn’t much,primarily a locker room with a few showers attached, but there are enoughlockers so everyone can store their stuff separately and there’s hot water fora few minutes a day so really, they could be doing worse for living in awarehouse.

She’s sitting on the benchthat runs through the middle of the room taking her shoes off when he gets in.

“Hey,” he says quietly. Hedoesn’t really know how to start the conversation now, it had all seemed sonatural to reveal it in the middle of danger, but now – now he has time tothink about it and he’s really nervous.

She seems to be willing towait for him to speak first, which is probably fair considering he was the onewho brought it up last time.

He realizes, all ofsudden, that he doesn’t actually need to say anything.

So he swings one leg overthe bench, so he’s straddling it, and puts a hand on her face. He leans forwardslowly, heart beating rapidly in his chest, but she’s the one that closes thedistance.

Their lips clash beautifully,teeth and tongue and heavy breathing. She slides closer, then goes up on herknees, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing their bodies togethertightly.

He’s really starting toregret sitting like this, but he kisses up her jaw to her ear and down thecolumn of her neck with single-minded focus.

She gasps when he mouthsat her collarbone, licking and sucking while a hand slides down to squeeze herass.

He kisses back up to herlips, and presses a couple chaste kisses against them.

She sits back on herheels, and he holds her jaw in his hand, his thumb running over her bottom lip.

“I’m in love with you.”

She smiles brightly,colour spreading on the apples of her cheeks.

“I love you, too.”

They kiss again, slow andeasy.

“I really do need to shower,though,” she says against him.

Wyatt grins and pullsaway. “My, my, is that an invitation, ma’am?”

She laughs. “Oh, I wish.We’d waste the next three day’s hot water.”

“That’s a lot ofconfidence in my ability.”

“Oh, you don’t think youcan keep up with me, old man?”

“We’re pretty much thesame age,” he says mockingly, a throwback to their first meeting.

“I’ve been told I’m a bitof a goddess in bed, Master Sergeant, so you’d better not disappoint.”

“Been told by who?” hescoffs. “You’re a history nerd, when have you ever been laid?”

“Oh, okay,” Lucy laughs.“I was gonna let you stay and watch, but just for that I’m kicking you out ofhere. Go on, out!”

He stands up, and pushesher up against the row of lockers. He rocks his hips into hers, and thelaughter dies on her tongue in lieu of a deep moan. He mouths at her neck andher fingers tighten in his hair.

“So I’ve had some time toreconsider my position,” she gasps, “and I’ve come to the conclusion that youmost definitely should come for a shower with me.”

Wyatt grins against herthroat, then kisses her deeply.

“Yes, ma’am.”

[angellwingsffn-blog]

I'll send you some more lyatt requests!! 11- "things you said when you were drunk" -- LYATT

YAY LYATT. ;)  Oh god, drunken Lyatt. Here we go.

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things you said when you were drunk

“How long has it been since you’ve been kissed, Lucy? And I mean like really good and kissed?”

She must have looked at Wyatt as if he’d grown a second head. Did he really just ask her that? She moved the glass of whiskey just out of his reach before she spoke. “How many have you had, Wyatt?”

He waved his hand dismissively. The movement was a little sluggish. There was her answer. Too many. 

“Just enough,” he responded. 

She laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, right.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Wyatt said as he quirked a brow at her.

“You’re drunk,” she told him.

“Yes, but I still asked you a legit question,” he said with a grin. “How long since you’ve been really and truly good and kissed?”

Her mind flashed to one mistake of a make out session with Noah after everything with Bonnie and Clyde. She’d been so desperate to prove to herself that it hadn’t been Wyatt that had made her feel something with that kiss. She’d wanted it to be the roles they were playing, the story he’d told, and the fact that she hadn’t kissed someone in longer than she cared to admit. But kissing Noah hadn’t felt like kissing Wyatt. All she’d proven to herself was that she actually did have feelings for Wyatt. 

She sighed and looked over at Wyatt hesitantly. “December 6th of last year.”

He paused and his brow furrowed. She watched as his drunken brain made the connection. “You kissed Noah? The fake fiancé guy? You kissed him? Really kissed him?”

“That shouldn’t be a surprise. You know I actually tried to make it work with him–”

“I know you went on dates with him,” Wyatt said as he interrupted her. “I didn’t know you two were doing anything other than that.”

He didn’t look irritated, which was what she expected. No, he looked hurt and slightly jealous. 

“It was one time,” she said with a shrug. “It was right after a weird jump and I was feeling a little strange. Call it a moment of weakness.”

“A weird jump,” Wyatt said thoughtfully. Even drunk she knew he’d figure it out. “Wasn’t that right after Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Listen, why don’t you let me take you home,” Lucy asked. “You’ve had plenty and it’s getting late.”

“You make two very good points, babydoll,” he said as he carefully stood up from his side of the booth. “We should pack it in.” As she stood up too, she noticed his eyes drift to the whiskey remaining in his glass and before she could stop him he’d picked it up and downed the rest of it. “Too slow,” he told her with a wink.

She chuckled at him and shook her head. “Just go,” she said as she swatted his arm and gently pushed him toward the door. They headed to her car in silence and as they got in and buckled up she thought the subject had been dropped.

She was wrong.

“So, who was the better kisser?” He asked as she drove off toward his apartment. “Me or Doctor Fake Fiance McStubblyChin?”

She laughed loudly. Partially in panic at the question but mostly at the ridiculous nickname he’d chosen to give Noah. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

He simply quirked a brow at her in response.

Guess so. “It wouldn’t really be fair to compare. The Bonnie and Clyde kiss was fake, right? So it’s a different set of expectations,” she told him. Though, honestly, Wyatt’s kiss has been earth shattering. Noah’s…not so much.

“So, me then?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

“Wyatt,” Lucy said with a sigh and a warning glance.

“No, I get it. You can’t say it out loud because of all that ‘playing a role’ bullshit I fed you afterward. Don’t worry. We’ll never mention it again,” he told her as he leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes. “But for the record let’s just both agree I’m the better kisser.”

She rolled her eyes at him and chuckled. “Fine, but this doesn’t leave this car and you do not let it go to your head. Deal?”

He opened one eye with a self satisfied smirk. “Deal,” he said as he gave her an expectant look.

“For the record, you are, in fact, a better kisser than Noah. Okay? Does that make your manly pride happy?” Lucy asked him with a blush and a shy smile.

“Mhmm,” he said as he turned half of a smile on her. In the face of those blue eyes and that smile she was already close to melting, but at the sound of his next words she nearly missed a red light. “Just wait till I kiss you for you real, Professor. The competition won’t even be close.”

His eyes had a dark edge to them and his words held a serious promise. She felt herself blushing from her neck to the top of her hairline. Oh god, she hoped he gave her some warning when that day came because honestly she was worried she might not survive.

[xoheatherkw]

Good Intentions (and Mistletoe)

My first Timeless fic! 

Rufus cleared his throat, and the pair turned around. He simply pointed up to the little additional decoration hanging in between two of the lit snowflakes in Wyatt’s kitchen.

Wyatt and Lucy briefly looked up, seeing a sprig of leaves and a large red bow. Mistletoe.

...

Or where Rufus is determined to win the office bet that Lucy and Wyatt get together by Christmas.

...

Written for Timeless fanfic prompts. Prompt # 2, must include the following dialogue: “Your opinion wasn’t in the recipe.” “Friends don’t give friends fruitcake.” “That’s not mistletoe, that’s basil.” “That is the saddest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen.”

Read on AO3 / FF 

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Wyatt was putting the finishing touches on his Christmas tree. With everything that had been going on with Rittenhouse, he had enough time to put up his Christmas tree with lights and tinsel, but not ornaments.

 That was a week ago, when he received a call late in the evening that the Mothership had just jumped.

 So here he was, after a few hectic days at work (but when wasn’t it hectic with time travel) and a few days before Christmas, finally decorating his tree.

 The truth was, he hadn’t been in the Christmas spirit the last few years. Not without Jessica. She was always more into the holidays, insisting on the biggest (real) tree that they could fit in their house, and always baking from Thanksgiving all the way through the New Year. He didn’t want to deal with the upkeep on a real tree, and that was more at Jessica’s persistence anyway, so he invested in a fake tree at a reasonable, and manageable, six feet. With his star tree topper, anything higher would likely be grazing his ceiling.

 These past months working with the team, he realized that he had a family and a reason to celebrate with one another, rather than wallowing in self pity (for another year).

 It surprised him, at much as the rest of the team, when he suggested a Time Team (as Rufus so eloquently named their little group) Christmas get together.

 That’s how they settled on an unconventional celebration, for their unconventional little family. They ended up picking December 23rd to celebrate at Wyatt’s apartment.

 Rufus still had his family get together on Christmas Eve, and they were going to Jiya’s parents for Christmas Day. Denise and her wife had plans pretty much the entire week of Christmas, but they promised they would try to make it to their get together.

 And that left Wyatt and Lucy, with no other family and no other plans for Christmas. So, they arranged their own little get together, binging on Christmas movies and leftovers on Christmas Day. The thought caused a small smile to spread across his lips.

 His introspection was interrupted by a series of knocks on his door in a pattern that could only mean one person.

 Lucy.

 He closed the empty box from his decorations and crossed his living room to open the door.

 She smiled, taking in his slightly disheveled hair and the soft glow of Christmas decorations behind him.

 “Evening, ma’am,” he said.

 “Evening, sweetheart,” she replied with a drawl in her tone. They both laughed lightly. “So, are you going to invite me in, or what?”

 “Oh right, baby doll.” He winked at her and opened the door wider, stepping aside to let her in. “You know, I’m pretty sure you’re early.”

 “Well you know traffic this time of night,” she teased as he closed his apartment door.

 In actuality, she moved just across the hall and one door down from him in his apartment building a few months prior. Once she discovered that her mother was a member of Rittenhouse, she wanted to get as far away from her as possible. Lucy did everything from changing her number and moving, to coordinating with Denise on covering up the location of her new address.

 And if that meant spending more time with Wyatt, cuddled up for movie nights at least once a week, who was she to complain?

 “Your place looks great, by the way,” she added. She took in his apartment, decorated with garland over his fireplace, soft white lights around his windows, the miniature wreath and cranberries centerpiece with a red candle on his dining room table, and his Christmas tree in the corner of his living room. A Christmas tree that would put hers to shame, even if his tree was fake.

 “So, what are we making tonight?” She asked.

 He grinned at her and led her by the hand into his kitchen. “I was thinking pecan pie, apple crumb pie, chocolate chip cookies, and sugar cookies.”

 “That’s quite the list. Where do we start?”

 She looked up and noticed the string of snowflakes that he hung across his kitchen ceiling, and a snowman cookie jar on the counter. She had no idea that Wyatt, the brooding soldier she worked with, secretly loved Christmas. Not that she was complaining, she could use a little more festivity this year now that she cut ties with her mother.

 He dropped his grip on her hand, only then realizing that he still held onto her. “The pies first, then the cookies. And maybe watch some Christmas movies in between.”

 “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” she smirked.

 It wasn’t long before both pies were in the oven and they got started on the chocolate chip cookies.

 “I don’t even think you need me here, I feel like I’m just getting in the way,” she said. They had been dancing around each other, trying to coordinate in his small kitchen.

 “You’ve been a big help,” he insisted. Baking was always more fun with company anyway.

 He was getting out the few additional ingredients from the fridge, when he asked, “Can you get the vanilla extract and cinnamon from the cabinet?” He forgot about needing the vanilla extract after the pies, and asked Lucy to put it away just a few minutes prior.

 “What do we need cinnamon for?” Surely chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies didn’t need cinnamon. Snickerdoodles? Of course, but chocolate chip cookies?

 “It’s the secret Logan family recipe. A dash of cinnamon goes into the chocolate chip cookies.” He got the remaining ingredients from the fridge and set them out on the counter, closing the fridge with his foot.

 “Cinnamon? I can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” she joked.

 He brought out the chocolate chip recipe that was written out on an index card, skimming it with his index finger. “Well let me double check. Sugar, eggs, flour, chocolate chips. Yup, I see it right here, a dash of cinnamon. There’s one thing I don’t see though.”

 “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” She placed a hand on her hip, awaiting his response.

 “I hate to break it to you Luce, but your opinion wasn’t in the recipe,” he said with a smirk.

 She started laughing and clutching her side, clearly not expecting such a cheeky remark from him. He joined in and chuckled at her, seeing her smile brighten.

 She calmed down after a moment and playfully swatted his shoulder. She said, “Well alright then, let’s see this famous Logan family recipe.”

 They spent the evening laughing and baking, and cuddling up watching Christmas movies in between baking times.

 And if there were lingering touches and glances between the pair all evening, neither one of them mentioned it.

 So, when Lucy fell asleep against his shoulder, Wyatt couldn’t bring himself to wake her. He pulled a blanket over them and shifted his arm, so it was wrapped around her.

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 The next day, Wyatt and Lucy were putting the final layer of lasagna together. He set down the last layer of lasagna noodles and she topped it off with the ricotta layer and mozzarella. They kept bumping elbows and laughing. They heard a few knocks at his door.

 “It’s open,” he shouted.

 A few moments later, Rufus and Jiya stepped into their kitchen.

 “Hey guys,” Rufus said.

 “Don’t you two look cozy,” Jiya added. She looked over at the pair, touching from their arms down to their hips with wide smiles on their faces.

 And they expected them to believe nothing was going on. The office even had a pool of when they would get together. Jiya placed a bet that they would be dating by New Year’s Day, although Rufus had placed his bet by Christmas.

 Lucy blushed lightly and shifted her gaze to the lasagna, trying to even out the layers and not comment on what Jiya just said.

 “Hey man,” Wyatt responded.

 “Where can we set this stuff down?” Rufus asked, lifting his bag a bit for emphasis.

 “On the table is fine,” Wyatt answered.

 Jiya and Rufus took their respective tote bags and unloaded all the food on the dining room table. They were in charge of appetizers and alcohol, while Lucy and Wyatt made the main course, salad, and desserts.

 Rufus set out pigs in a blanket on a large serving platter, and fried ravioli on another large serving plate. Jiya carefully got out the deep bowl of barbeque meatballs. Having run low on room already, Rufus opted to set his last item in the kitchen.

 They picked up their other bag, which Rufus had set by the door, and returned to the kitchen.

 Rufus stealthily placed the fruitcake on the counter, while Jiya accepted the other bag and put away a bottle of wine and a six-pack of beer. She set the remaining bottle and second six-pack on the counter while she pulled out the corkscrew and two wine glasses for her and Lucy.

 Lucy put the lasagna in the oven and set the timer while Wyatt cleaned up. As he was wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, that’s when he noticed it, tucked away in the corner.

 “Rufus, I thought we talked about this,” he complained. “Friends don’t give friends fruitcake.”

 The girls chuckled, having heard this conversation at work the entire last week.

 “You should give it a chance,” Rufus insisted. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe. And if no one else eats it, then I will.”

 “I’m holding you to that,” Wyatt replied. “Now can I get a beer?”

 Rufus passed him one while grabbing another for himself. Jiya opened the first bottle of wine, and poured two very generous glasses for her and Lucy.

 “Here you go,” Jiya said, handing her a glass.

 “Thanks,” Lucy answered. “Oh, before I forget, Denise texted that they can’t make it. They needed to leave early to beat the snow on the way to her parents’ house.”

 The team knew she would have made it if she could, but sometimes things don’t work out quite like they planned.

 “That just means more lasagna for us,” Wyatt pointed out. “So, let’s get some appetizers going and watch some Christmas movies,” he proposed.

 “Let me just put the wine away for the girls,” Rufus insisted.

 Wyatt nodded and followed the girls into the next room.

 Rufus was determined to win this office pool, one way or another.

 He hastily set up in the kitchen, re-corked the wine and placed it back in the fridge with the remaining beer, and joined the team in the dining room.

 A little while later, they were enjoying each other’s company in the living room. Rufus had Jiya practically in his lap on Wyatt’s oversized lounge chair, while Lucy and Wyatt were sitting very close together on the couch.

 A buzz interrupted them, signaling that the lasagna was done. Lucy set down her now empty wine glass and pulled Wyatt up by the hand. “Come on, let’s check on dinner,” she said.

 They rushed off to the kitchen and Rufus turned to Jiya. “You’re not going to want to miss this,” he exclaimed. He placed a kiss on her cheek.  

 The mischievous grin on his face had her asking, “What did you do Rufus?”

 He just shrugged and headed off to the kitchen.

 She thought about it for a second, but ultimately the curiosity got the best of her and she trailed after Rufus into the kitchen.

 Wyatt and Lucy teamed up to get the food together. He got the lasagna out of the oven, and she got the salad out of the fridge. She nearly bumped into him when she set it next to the stovetop.

 Rufus cleared his throat, and the pair turned around. He simply pointed up to the little additional decoration hanging in between two of the lit snowflakes in Wyatt’s kitchen.

 Wyatt and Lucy briefly looked up, seeing a sprig of leaves and a large red bow. Mistletoe.

 Wyatt swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, while Lucy stared at her shoes. 

 "You guys know the rules," Rufus grinned. 

 Jiya elbowed him and added, "You really don't have to." They couldn't force it, no matter how much Rufus wanted to win the office pool. 

 Lucy looked up at Wyatt through her lashes. It could have been the wine, or she was just tired of their constant flirting and doing nothing about it... But she found herself leaning into his personal space. She brought her lips to his ears and whispered low enough that only he could hear, "I'm running out of reasons why we shouldn't." She pulled back to a few inches in front of him, looking for any indication of his response. 

 Wyatt was surprised by her sudden boldness. He didn't really want their first kiss to be like this, because they had to, and in front of their friends. Well, their first real kiss, considering he disregarded the one where they were undercover.

 But if what she said was any evidence of how she truly felt, maybe this was the perfect opportunity for the two of them to do something about it. Or maybe it was the liquid courage, but he couldn't fight her pull anymore. 

 Scratch that. It was, most definitely, the liquid courage.

 He leaned in and met her in the middle, pressing his lips gently to hers. She sighed happily into the kiss, and that only encouraged him further. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hands instinctively went up his neck and into his hair and she swiped her tongue across his bottom lip asking for access. He granted it and lifting her slightly to bring her closer to his level. What he intended to be a quick kiss turned heated quickly. His hands went underneath the hem of her shirt and immediately realized they still had company.

 He pulled back slowly, internally laughing at the sight groan from Lucy. He placed another gentle kiss against her lips and smoothed the back of her shirt down. 

 Her hand went to her lips, reveling in the slight tingle he left behind. It was definitely better than she had remembered.

 She took her other hand and interlaced their fingers together. "Wow," she whispered. She cleared her throat in an attempt to take the focus off them. "More wine?" 

 Jiya nodded her agreement and stepped over to the fridge to get another round of drinks. 

 Lucy leaned in closer and whispered to Wyatt, "We're revisiting this later." She winked at him. 

 "Yes ma'am," he agreed. 

 For some reason, the mistletoe grabbed Lucy's attention and she took a closer look. Her blissful smile faded to one of confusion once she came to a realization. "Rufus! That's not mistletoe, that's basil," she scolded. 

 Rufus shrugged sheepishly. "The store was out of mistletoe this close to Christmas and I had to improvise." The truth was that the entire office could see the way they looked at each other, completely oblivious to how the other one saw them. They just needed a gentle nudge in the right direction.

 Jiya handed him his beer rather roughly. "Rufus!" She set out another beer for Wyatt on the counter.

 Wyatt chuckled and said, "It's all good, man. I guess I should be thanking you." He pressed his lips to her hair and smiled. 

 "See. He appreciates my good intentions," he directed at Jiya. 

 She rolled her eyes at him, grabbed the bottle of wine, and led him back to the living room. "Let's give them a minute." 

 Wyatt turned to Lucy and took her other hand in his and instinctively interlaced them together. "So, you were running out of reasons why we shouldn't kiss, huh," he teased. 

 Suddenly self-conscious, she took a small step back but left their hands intertwined. "Well I figured you'd object if you didn't feel the same," she mumbled. 

 Wyatt released her hands, so he could wrap them around her waist and gently pulled her towards him. "Trust me, that is not the problem. Luce, I'm really glad Rufus tricked us. Because now I can finally ask you out on a date." 

 "You want to take me out on a date?" She clarified. 

 "Of course I do, Luce. I'm crazy about you. I thought you knew that." He bent down and gently nudged his nose against hers. 

 A smile danced across her lips and she looked up to meet his gaze. "Yeah. I'm crazy about you too." 

 "So, about that date. Tomorrow?" 

 "I think I'm free tomorrow," she teased. She leaned up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. "Let's take the lasagna out to the table." 

 "Yeah, so we can kick them out of here faster," Wyatt remarked. 

 She laughed, but didn't disagree. 

 A few hours later, Rufus and Jiya were saying their goodbyes. They left all the leftovers since Wyatt and Lucy didn't have any other Christmas plans. Well, except the fruitcake, which no one touched but Rufus. 

 They hugged and said they'd see each other in a few days, assuming Rittenhouse was taking off for the holidays too. They could hope.

 Wyatt closed the door after them. 

 On the other side of his apartment door, Jiya said, "I can't believe you tampered with the office pool, so you could win the bet." She swatted him playfully.

 "You can't tell me you weren't planning on a New Year’s party, where I'm sure you had some secret plan to get them together," Rufus argued. 

 She glared at him before taking off down the hallway. 

 "I'm not hearing any argument." 

 She tried changing the subject. "I think we should just be happy that they're happy."

 He held up his hands in defeat. "Of course, that's all that matters." 

 Back in Wyatt’s apartment, he pulled her flush against him on the couch and brought up Netflix. "Another movie?" he suggested.

 "Ooh, can we watch Gremlins next?" She smiled excitedly and rested her hand on his knee, tracing invisible patterns with her fingertips. 

 That night, he intentionally wrapped his arm around hers and she snuggled into his side. 

 And if they stole a few kisses here and there, at least they didn’t have the peanut gallery to comment on it.

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

 The next day, Wyatt showed up to Lucy's door at lunchtime dressed in a nice suit and tie. He normally would have ordered a nice arrangement of flowers, but the few shops he called weren't taking on any additional orders the day before Christmas. So, he stopped by the grocery store down the street and picked out the nicest arrangement of roses and daisies he could find. 

 He held the flowers behind his back and knocked on her door. 

 She opened it within a few seconds and they each took in the other's appearance. Lucy had a tea length dress with off-the-shoulder straps in a striking red satin that was a perfect complement to her ivory skin and dark hair.

 "Luce, you look absolutely breathtaking." He grinned at her and offered up the flowers to her. 

 Wyatt had unknowingly matched her dress, opting for a slightly festive tie that was red with thin gold stripes. The dark grey of his suit brought out the steel grey-blue in his eyes, making them all that more stunning.

 "You don't look so bad yourself," she said. She accepted the flowers and gestured for him to come inside. She ran off to her kitchen to find a vase. She returned to find him struggling to keep in a laugh. 

 She feigned annoyance and said, "Is there something you'd like to say?" 

 He let out a chuckle, unable to contain it any longer. "It's just... That is the saddest Christmas tree I've ever seen." There were chunks of branches missing, and several branches were missing half of the needles. He could tell Lucy tried to hide its bald spots by adding more garland there. And the poor tree was even leaning slightly.

 She sent him a sobering look. "It was my tradition with Amy that we started when she was in college. Mom was sick, so we were kind of on our own if we wanted to decorate. We'd pick the saddest looking Christmas tree we could find, the one no one else would want. And we'd give it a second chance by going all out with decorations." 

 Wyatt pulled her into a tight hug. "We'll get her back, Luce." He didn’t want to give her false hope, but Jiya was close to devising a plan to go back and change history, to make it right. They already tried once. Their plan to reintroduce Lucy’s mother and Amy’s father backfired because Rittenhouse had intervened.

 "I know we will. Now are we going on that date, or do you want to make fun of my tree some more?" She pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. 

 "No ma'am." 

 "If we're dating now, I think you should really stop calling me ma'am." Her playful tone suggested that she wasn't really mad. 

 "If you say so, ma'- I mean… if you say so sweetheart." He'd really need to try out new terms of endearment, but sweetheart was their go to. 

 They left her apartment, hand in hand for their first date.

 "Good choice, sweetheart," she echoed.

[captainweatherly]

A few days ago I saw a post that inspired me to write this. I have not written a fic in about 2 years, so it may be a bit rusty. 

The Time Team jumps and is after Flynn yet again when a member comes down with a sickness. It’s a race against the clock to bring them back to modern medicine. 

This is set sometime in season one. Got a team dynamics thing going on and a bit of Lucy x Wyatt thrown in. 

So here goes. Chapter 1 of… 2? Maybe 3?

In response to this post: (x) 

“Just a glass of water for me, please” Wyatt said across the bar to the man tending the bar. “And a glass of white for the lady.” To that, Wyatt received a eye roll and a playful slap to his arm from Lucy.

“And a beer, as well.” Lucy added. Wyatt looked down at her quizzically. Did he get her order wrong? He had only ever seen Lucy drink beer on a few occasions and thought she usually opted for a glass of white wine when given the chance.

“For Rufus.” Lucy offered and looked to the corner of the room where their friend was seated at a high top table.

Rufus wore a trench coat, hat, and gloves in an attempt to help him blend in with visitors of the bar. Lucy had warned Rufus that taking the hat or gloves off might draw attention to his race and may get the himself or the group thrown out of the bar. Rufus grunted out a response that Lucy did not hear and went to sit at a table near the back in the corner as not to draw attention to them. Though she could never know the feeling that Rufus felt in that moment, she understood it could not be a good one.

The drinks came quickly. Lucy and Wyatt joined Rufus at his table.  

“Ok, so here’s what we know. Flynn is here in New York City in 1853…. for some reason. To do something… That’s all I got.” Wyatt looks over at the historian for help, but she is distracted by two men sitting at a nearby table. The pair were leaning over a large piece of paper writing and speaking excitedly. Lucy attempted to listen in on their conversation.

“No, no. I’m tellin’ ya, this path has gotta be curved. Gotta create a nook for people to go to eat their lunch.” The first man stated matter-as-factly.

“If we do that, then the we have to move the third bridge back 40 feet and that will create problem for collecting rainwater.” The second man spoke up. He spoke with a British accent.

“Oh my god, do you know who that is?” Lucy said in hushed excitement and nodded over at the two men.

“Are they some of Flynn’s guys?” Rufus glanced over at the men, concerned, and turned back to Lucy.

“No, that’s Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux. Those two design Central Park. The State of New York holds a contest for the job of designing it and they submit a plan called the Greensward Plan. It was a pretty heated competition…” Lucy explained, still watching the two work.

They fell into a comfortable silence. Lucy and Rufus finished off their drinks. Wyatt went to the counter to grab waters for all three of them when he saw third man sits next to pair of designers. Instantly recognizing the face, he ducked out of site and made his way quickly back to the table in the corner.

“That’s Flynn!” Wyatt hissed. Rufus and Lucy looked up alarmed and saw him conversing with Olmsted and Vaux.

“What does he want with two landscapers?” Rufus looked over the Lucy, who was again paying attention to the other table.

“Gentleman, I have a proposition for you that may solve your bridge problem.” said Flynn, in his usual smooth way, entering their private conversation. The two men were taken aback and looked suspiciously at Flynn. He continued, “If you create a small water retention with a culvert under the bridge, you can still keep the curved path. Everybody wins.”

“How do we know you’re not just one of Smith’s guys trying to steal our design? He’s been trying to get to it all month. The deadline is coming up. I’m not risking losing this job.” Olmsted turned back to the page and turned the paper over.

“I am not working with anyone. I am simply trying to help you.” Flynn persisted without missing a beat.

“What’s in it for you?” Vaux questioned.

“Let’s just say I have a personal desire for a lake to be in the park.” Flynn nodded at the paper again. Olmsted nodded at the British man and flipped the paper back over, revealing a plan for the proposed park. Flynn continues, speaking about the lake and where it needed to be.

“It fits…” Olmstead stopped writing for a moment and looked to Flynn. “Thank you! We may just have a winning design on our hands thanks to you.”

“Why would Flynn need a lake in Central Park?” Lucy asked to niether man in particular.

“I don’t freaking know, maybe he wants a nice place to eat lunch or -” Rufus quips. Wyatt breaks his thought.

“He’s on the move.” Wyatt states and stands up. “Let’s trail and see what his plans are.”

The group moves quickly, keeping a safe distance between themselves and Flynn. They had been walking for what felt like a mile and Flynn turned into an alley. A few steps in and Wyatt freezes when he realizes it’s a dead end. He grabs for Lucy’s hand and is about to call out for Rufus to turn around, but Flynn speaks first.

“Ok, we can play the follow the leader game, but it’s not going to get you anywhere. So let’s talk.” Flynn says. He pulls a pistol from a concealed shoulder holster and points it at Lucy. “What are you thinking, Preston?”

“I’m thinking you’re up to something with Olmsted.”

“Right, as usual,” Flynn responds. “He’s going to help me. There is a key I need to be kept safe until it’s needed and underwater in the 1850s is the perfect place to make sure no one disturbs it.”

“Why underwater?” Wyatt questions. Flynn turns to face him and shifts his aim.

“Because the water in New York City in the 1850s is worse than any public sewer in the modern day. The city is quadrupling in size and with no city wide water system. Means people’s sewage is going straight into the water. No one will touch it.” Flynn turns to Lucy who’s face goes pale and looks at Wyatt in concern. “Hope nobody drank the tap water.” Flynn deadpans. “I am going to leave now, as my work is done for the time being. Don’t try to follow me, as I have men watching who are ready to take whatever means necessary to ensure the plan goes through.” 

And with that he exits the alley, leaving the three in the dark.

[missyriver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston Characters: Wyatt Logan, Lucy Preston Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Timeless Fanfic Prompt, Lyatt/timeless, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk Summary:

Sunday with Preston and Logan

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Author Interview

Author Interview

Tagged by @originalhybridloverfics

Name: Jacqueline

Fandoms: MainlyOlicity, wrote one Sherlloy as a gift, and Caitlin and Julian from The Flash, one Lyatt from Timeless

Where you post: Tumblr, AO3

Most popular oneshot: I feel like it’s Felicity being excluded from Oliver and William at the beginning of S6 - probably because I’ll FOREVER be pissed about it and I want to fix it.

Most Popular multi-Chapter Story: Always a Bridesmaid

Favorite story you wrote: This is hard! Pumpkin Spice and Football, When a King is Really a Queen and The Mary’s Teacher series

How you choose your titles: Sometimes I’ll just know what it will be called other times I struggle, I do look at song titles but that’s only helped once...I play around with words and hope for the best!

Do you outline: I do outline but the outline is a living document, constantly edited throughout the process

Coming soon/not yet started: I just began Leaves of Change and there will probably be 31 chapters so that will keep me busy for a while, I plan to work with @memcjo to write a fix it fic going back to the start of S5 of Arrow and I know I won’t be able to resist a Christmas fic. I also hope to add to the Mary’s Teacher series - so you are stuck with me for a while yet. Even though I quit Arrow, I’m still writing, canon wasn’t working for me anyway ;)

Do you accept prompts: I only ever did one and the person wasn’t happy so I’ve yet to try again.

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[alittlextrathatway]

Hello (again). I'm responding now that I've finished reading You've Ruined My Life (I've been on it since yesterday, couldn't do anything else once I started reading it). I'm not a big fan of AU, but I guess with your writing skills I should have read this one before, because I LOVED it! I love that version of Lucy & Wyatt as well ! :) Now, two more questions of your ask game, always about Lyatt N & W if you don't mind :)

Aww, yay! I’m so glad you enjoyed You’ve Ruined My Life! It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written. 

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Answer:

If somebody could finish my Taylor Swift Lover series for me, that would be great. I love the ideas I had but 18 one shots was a BIG COMMITMENT and I should have known better haha. 

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Answer:

General prompts. If it gets too specific then I feel like there’s no point in me writing it because the requestor already has the whole story laid out in their head. A loose general prompt allows me to interpret it and shape it. That’s why I usually try to do prompt games with lists. It keeps the prompts vague. But I do try to consider any simple requests that come with the prompts. (For example with my most recent game I got sent things like “#2, someone shows up at someones door”. That’s still vague enough for me to take it and run.)