The Historian

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                                             Lucy Preston

                    Professor, Historian, Protector of Time

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it’s  been  rough.  lorena  wasn’t  back,  but  iris  was,  and  garcia  wasn’t  one  to  discount  that  miracle.  he’s  sat  on  the  ground  with  the  girl  in  his  lap,  reading  a  book,  when  he  notices  lucy.  he  doesn’t  meet  her  eyes.  he  feels  guilt  about  liking  her.  about  caring  about  her.  now  that  iris  was  back,  hope  was  there  that  lorena  could  come  too.  it  was…  conflicting.  

it’s  late.  iris  had  a  nightmare  and  he  couldn’t  bear  to  see   her  so  upset,  so  they’d  moved  to the  living  area,  turned  on  a  lamp,  and  were  reading  in  croatian,  garcia  tracing  the  words  of   a  history  book  to  the  seven  year  old.

Lucy had hears the sobs in the middle of the night, cries for her mother in a language that she didn’t understand but knew the emotion behind them. She waited for a bit before getting out of bed, unable to go back to sleep until she knew everything was alright with Iris. She might not be her mother, or anything close to it, but she cares for her immensely. Just as she does for her father, not that she’s able to admit that out loud... or herself. She pulls her robe around herself as she walks into the living room, staying quiet as she approaches. She smiles a little as she sees that they’re reading, glad that they’re all bookworms. She keeps her silence as she moves to the couch, just taking a seat & listening to the pair speak in their shared language while enjoying the way it rolls off his tongue.

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mtchstck‌:

                 Liv’s left Garcia’s room without him maybe once today to shower and brush her teeth. She’d bumped into Wyatt on her way back and slammed her foot down on his instep and ran back to the room when he’d tried to ask her how she was doing.

                 So Lucy is correct in her assumption that she hasn’t eaten much today.

                She sits with her head pillowed in her arms, “Yes, please.” she requests softly in regards to the milk. Once it’s set in front of her Livvy holds her hand just above the mug until the milk steams. Two cookies, and about five minutes of silence later she says, “…thank you.”

The change in demeanor from the bedroom door to her seat in the kitchen is astonishing, though she attributes it to the cookies that are about to be consumed. After fixing her a small plate & glass of milk, Lucy sits across from the girl before nibbling on a bit of a treat herself. The power that Liv has still surprises her, but she’s easily come to accept her & everything she is. She had just gotten used to the silence when she piped up, feeling a smile softly growing on her features. ❝ You’re very welcome. I’m just glad to be able to bake for someone that enjoys it. Everyone else is complaining about gaining too much weight. ❞

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ao3tagoftheday‌:

The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Can we just as a species agree that time travel is a bad idea already

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*on my wedding day* me: *catches my husband lookin at me* me to my best friend: i think he likes me

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i'll punch his lights out. you bet, i will !!!

Liz, you are adorable.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

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[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

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[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

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[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

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[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

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[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

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[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

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[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

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[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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ncsism‌:

The sound of a pleasant, feminine voice catches His attention, and He lifts His gaze from the newspaper that He has unfolded in His lap. When He had gone to the cafe down the street for His morning coffee, He hadn’t expected a visitor   –   but nonetheless He looks upon the pretty stranger, and it takes Him a moment to realize that she’s talking to Him.   What did she call Us?    Flynn… Flynn… Flynn…   He does a brief mental inventory of all of the aliases that He’s used, the many men that He’s been, and the name she has called Him does not ring a bell.   Flynn… Flynn… Flynn…   Regardless of the identity of who she seeks, she is a pretty woman who is speaking to Him, and that alone is enough to gain His full attention. Folding His newspaper and setting it flat on the table, Kilgrave turns to her, eyebrow raised.

“Certainly. How could I ever say no to a beautiful creature such as yourself.”   Smirking, He gestures to the chair across from His own.   “Please, have a seat. Then We can discuss whatever you’d like.”

Something seems... off. Lucy looks over the man she thinks is Flynn, seeing his face but the way he talks throws her off. He’s never addressed her like that before, not even remotely. The way he takes her in is equally as strange, as if he had never seen her before but he’s certainly looking her over. She feels uncomfortable, her fear less than it for the moment. Her curiosity is also piquing, wondering if this is some kind of trick or game he’s playing. Lucy hesitates for a few seconds before letting herself give into the invitation, walking closer towards the table. She gives him a look of uncertainty before pulling out a chair to sit, eyes still fixated on the man. ❝ Are you feeling alright? You seem... different. ❞

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【 @ncsism​ 】

❝ Flynn, its me. I just want to talk. Can we do that? ❞ After an hour & a half flight plus some driving time, Lucy had very carefully thought about her words. Yes, she knows that Garcia Flynn knows something about her future & seems to understand things about her no one else does. She’s aware that makes her vulnerable, but it also makes it easier to get close to the man. So when they had facial recognition find a match for him, everyone voted that she go in to talk to him. ‘Oh he wouldn’t hurt you. He seems to need you for something.’ She hopes that, beyond a doubt, such a hope can be true.

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                                                  Lucy Preston

                        Professor, Historian, Protector of Time

                                                                        Personals do not reblog.

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lifeboatfound --> narratinghistory

Needed a change. Also, I miss writing Lucy <3

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💋 ( for lucy )

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

She wasn’t sure where the kiss came from, or why it was Garcia, but… she liked it. Wyatt had disappeared, gone to be with his not-dead wife & left her in the dust. He made her feel so special, so cared for, only to leave & act like it never happened. Or that they weren’t trying to save the world. She guessed it was only about Jessica to him… So as Garcia kissed her, standing there with him in the hallway of the military bunker, she realized that he might have stolen her heart from Wyatt. He was there for her ( after breaking him out of jail, of course )& the team, but he truly looked out for her. Just as he started to pull away, she reached up & pulled him back. She gave him a kiss of her own, soft yet full of emotion & desire.

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mtchstck‌:

                  Liv steps out, closes the door quietly behind her as to not wake Garcia. It’s been a while since she’s eaten, and it seems like ages since she’s had freshly baked cookies. And that’s the only reason she even considers following Lucy out and to the kitchen.

                    “If they’re some gross oatmeal raisin shit you can forget it.” Liv states. 

She knew the mention of cookies would draw the girl out, considering she’s unsure of the last time she left Garcia’s room other than to use the ladies’ room. She walks alongside her as they make their way from the living quarters to the spacious kitchen. She smiles some as she looks down to the girl, amused. She’s gotten used to her swearing, not thinking much of it now in relation to when Liv first arrived. Horrified could be a good word to describe her reaction the first time she heard her. ❝ Nope, no oatmeal raisin here. Chocolate chip all the way. They’re still a little soft, so be careful. Did you want some milk? ❞

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mtchstck‌:

                   “Garcia’s taking a nap. Did you need something?” Liv sounds a little irritated, impatient, because she is. She doesn’t exactly like any of these people with the exception of Flynn and so far all of their attempts to get closer to her have been met with suspicion and Lucy, despite their shared experiences, isn’t an exception. “Look. I got a book I could be finishing so if this isn’t important can you leave?”

She did, in fact, need something but its not anything Liv can help her with. She wants to talk to Garcia more about what he knows, how he knows her so well, but... She’ll let the man sleep. Instead, she focuses her attention on the young lady before her & the fact that she doesn’t quite trust her yet. She smiles softly at her comment about her book, relating quite a bit to it. ❝ Oh? I suppose I’ll have to put the batch of cookies I took out of the oven away then... ❞

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mothershipstolen‌:

the summer had gone by too fast and too slow. he never forgot the odd, though beautiful, american woman he met when taking Iris on a walk to get them both out of the house. while iris was supposed to have attended garcia’s alma mater of durmstrang, enough strings were pulled due to his new position teaching charms that she was attending hogwarts. he hadn’t paid much attention to the other teachers until they were introduced at the feast – miss lucy preston. 

he lets himself stand as he’s introduced and forces himself not to stare. he can talk to her later. though things just got more complicated. before it was easy. they wouldn’t meet again. they could be sweet and meaningful and…something. now…now things were complicated. because garcia wasn't ready. three years and still reeling from the death of his wife.

it’s following the after dinner teacher’s meeting when he knows iris is safe in the slytherin dorms that he speaks to her. “hello.” he greets her, gently. “i—it’s nice to see you.”

Her summer was one she could not forget. She had chosen Croatia on a whim, feeling like Italy was always full of tourists & finding others recommending her the sights of the country right next door. So she did, enjoying the history of the place, magical or otherwise, as she found herself in Zagreb. She couldn’t believe how amazing it was, until she met a man that she just couldn’t manage to look away from. Handsome, tall, kind, & accompanied by the most beautiful girl that he called his own. They talked & talked every day she was there, until her last. She nearly kissed him, but was too shy to go through with it.

Her shyness is at least twofold as she stands before him once again after imagining she never would, barely able to operate herself as they pretend to be strangers. She stays quiet the entire feast, her eyes constantly wandering over to the man she met on her travels. She had no idea he was even gifted with magic, as they were more concerned with talking & being comfy. She tries to sneak away after it all, but she stops when he speaks to her. ❝ Hi... It’s nice to see you as well. I didn’t even realize you were a wizard when we met. ❞ She’s a bit awkward, unsure how to feel but... glad that she gets to see him again. She smiles as best she can, hoping she doesn’t come off as unsure as she feels.

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i see that look in your eyes, it makes me go blind, cut me deep, these secrets and lies, storm in the quiet / @lifeboatfound

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LUCY PRESTON & GARCIA FLYNN.

“can i trust you?” okay to reblog.