The library was quiet that afternoon, sunlight filtering through the large, stained-glass windows and casting colorful patterns onto the polished wooden floors. You had come to Cairo in search of inspiration for your book, and the library seemed like the perfect place to start. Little did you know, fate had more in store for you than just dusty tomes and forgotten lore.
You were perched at a table near the back, surrounded by a small fortress of books on ancient Egypt, trying to make sense of the scribbled hieroglyphs on the page in front of you. That was when you first saw her. Evelyn entered the room with an air of determined curiosity. Her dark hair was slightly out of place, a telltale sign of someone too engrossed in their pursuits to worry about appearances, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and passion.
You had always been a little shy around strangers, but something about her made you bold. Maybe it was her evident love for history, or perhaps it was the kindness that seemed to radiate from her every movement. Whatever it was, you found yourself speaking before you had time to think it through.
“Excuse me,” you said, voice hesitant but earnest, “I couldn’t help but notice… you seem to know your way around these texts. Would you mind lending me a hand?”
She paused, her expression one of polite surprise before it melted into a warm smile. “Of course! I’m Evelyn. And you are?”
You introduced yourself, and the two of you quickly fell into an animated discussion about Egyptian mythology, archaeology, and literature. Evelyn’s enthusiasm was contagious, and you found yourself sharing thoughts and theories with a fervor you hadn’t felt in ages. By the end of the day, you had not only deciphered the hieroglyphs you were struggling with but also made a friend.
The weeks following your first meeting passed in a whirlwind. Evelyn introduced you to her brother, Jonathan, and even to Rick O’Connell, who had a roguish charm that was impossible to ignore. Together, you all faced dangers you never could have imagined—ancient curses, mummies, and near-death experiences. But through it all, Evelyn remained a constant, her courage and intellect inspiring you to be braver than you ever thought possible.
After the dust settled and the treasures were returned to their rightful place, you and Evelyn kept in touch. She wrote you letters detailing her adventures and her dreams of visiting new places, and you replied with stories of your quiet but fulfilling life as a writer. It was in one of these letters that she invited you to meet her in Paris.
A month after the events in Hamunaptra, you found yourself standing on the Pont des Arts, the Seine River flowing lazily beneath you. The city buzzed with life, its streets alive with music, chatter, and the scent of freshly baked bread. You held Evelyn’s latest letter in your hand, her neat handwriting guiding you to this exact spot.
“There you are!”
You turned to see her hurrying toward you, her face lighting up as she saw you. She was dressed in a dark blue coat, her hair pinned back but with a few rebellious curls framing her face. She looked radiant, and your heart skipped a beat.
“Evelyn,” you greeted, a smile spreading across your face. “It’s so good to see you.”
“And you!” she replied, pulling you into a warm hug. “I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t find the bridge. Paris can be a bit of a maze.”
You laughed. “Well, I may have gotten lost once or twice, but it was worth it. This place is beautiful.”
“Isn’t it?” she said, stepping back to take in the view. “Rick and Jonathan decided to explore the more ‘exciting’ parts of the city, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to show you my favorite spots.”
The two of you spent the day wandering through Paris. Evelyn’s knowledge of history extended beyond Egypt, and she regaled you with stories about the city’s landmarks. You visited the Louvre, where she practically dragged you to the ancient Egyptian wing, her excitement palpable as she pointed out artifacts you had only ever read about. You walked through the gardens of the Tuileries, stopped at a small café for tea and pastries, and ended up at Montmartre just as the sun began to set.
Sitting on the steps of the Sacré-Cœur, you watched as the city below was bathed in golden light. Evelyn sat close beside you, her shoulder brushing against yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the beauty of the moment stealing your words.
Finally, Evelyn broke the silence. “Thank you for coming. I know it was a long journey, but… it means a lot to me.”
You turned to look at her, your heart swelling at the vulnerability in her voice. “Of course, Evelyn. I’d travel twice as far to see you.”
She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. “You’re far too kind.”
“I’m just being honest,” you replied softly.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Evelyn’s gaze met yours, and there was something unspoken in her eyes, something that made your pulse quicken. Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out to take her hand in yours.
“Evelyn,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “I…”
She squeezed your hand gently, her smile growing. “I know,” she said, her voice warm and reassuring. “I feel it too.”
Relief and joy flooded through you, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for weeks. I just didn’t know how.”
“Well, you’ve done it beautifully,” she said, her tone light but her eyes shining with sincerity.
The two of you stayed there long after the sun had set, the lights of Paris twinkling below like a sea of stars. You talked about everything and nothing, your hands entwined as if they had always belonged together. In that moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, and you knew you had found something truly special.
Evelyn leaned her head against your shoulder, her voice soft as she murmured, “This feels right, doesn’t it?”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair. “It does. More than anything.”
The next morning, you and Evelyn met early at a small bakery near her hotel. The air was crisp and cool, the streets of Paris just beginning to wake. Over steaming cups of coffee and freshly baked croissants, the two of you planned the day ahead. Evelyn’s enthusiasm for exploring was as infectious as ever, and you found yourself swept up in her excitement.
“We simply must visit the Shakespeare and Company bookshop,” she declared, her eyes lighting up. “It’s a haven for writers and dreamers. You’ll love it.”
The bookshop was a cozy labyrinth of shelves, every inch crammed with books of every genre imaginable. Evelyn moved through the space with the reverence of someone entering a sacred temple, her fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books. You watched her with a fond smile, feeling your heart swell with affection.
“I could spend hours here,” she said softly, turning to you with a look of pure contentment. “It’s like stepping into another world.”
“It suits you,” you replied. “You have the soul of an adventurer, always seeking new worlds to discover.”
She laughed, a blush coloring her cheeks. “You give me far too much credit. I’m just a woman who loves books and history.”
“And mummies,” you added with a teasing grin.
“Oh, don’t remind me,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. “I’d much rather keep my adventures confined to the pages of a book from now on.”
The day continued with more exploration. You visited the Musée d’Orsay, strolled along the Champs-Élysées, and even took a leisurely boat ride along the Seine. With each passing moment, you felt your connection to Evelyn deepen. Her laughter was like music, her intellect sharp and engaging, and her kindness unwavering. She made you feel seen and valued in a way you hadn’t experienced in years.
As evening fell, Evelyn surprised you with tickets to a small theater performance. The play was a romantic comedy, full of witty dialogue and heartfelt moments. Sitting beside her in the dimly lit theater, you couldn’t help but steal glances at her. She was radiant, her eyes sparkling with delight as she laughed at the actors’ antics.
After the performance, the two of you walked along the Seine, the city glowing under the light of the moon and the streetlamps. Evelyn’s hand found yours again, and you held on tightly, savoring the warmth and comfort of her touch.
“This has been the most wonderful day,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” you replied, stopping to face her. “Evelyn, I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. About anyone.”
She looked up at you, her expression tender. “Neither have I. You’ve brought so much light into my life. More than I ever thought possible.”
Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt like the culmination of every unspoken word, every shared glance, every moment of connection. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that perfect, timeless moment.
When you finally pulled back, Evelyn’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with happiness. “That was…”
“Perfect,” you finished for her, your voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Yes. Perfect.” The two of you continued your walk, hand in hand, your hearts full of love and hope for the future. In the city of lights and love, you had found something truly extraordinary—a bond that would only grow stronger with time. Together, you knew you could face anything the world had to offer.
I really want to post more and having input on what I should post next might help, I'm aware I don't get as much of a traction as most who post these but hopefully the result of this will make me post more which will in turn gain more traction. It all follows a logic (until it doesn't but shush), and the first two are fully written (maybe need some editing that I'd do before posting) while the last two are just thoroughly thought through (talk about a tongue twister). Under the poll I'll put better descriptions of each if needed.
So...what shall it be?
The Mummy fanfic
Criminal minds type of story (but more supernatural) with some of my oc's
Narnia fanfic
Jurassic Park fanfic
Voting ended onApr 12
The Mummy fanfic: I have two oc's in it, Kamilah who works with Evelyn in the museum and Miriam who's part of the Medjai. Kamilah's love interest is not actually known until the end so there's flirting all over the place, fully up to interpretation until the ending.
Crime Story: It takes place during Christmas so I'm kinda leaning away from it but it's about these four women (all oc's) from different universes and timelines brought together to solve a murder case
Narnia fanfic: Two oc's, sisters, find a way into Narnia, there's a separate but related prophecy about them and they have to find their way through Narnia and to the Pevensies to help save Narnia.
Jurassic Park fanfic: For once, 1 oc who works at the first park as an animal behaviourist (definitely not a lost dream of my own) and who also happens to know a certain Dr. Malcolm?
So that's the options, please please please vote even if you have never seen my account and might not again. Think of it as sending your own little butterfly out to flap it's wings a few times for a leaf to fall from a tree halfway across the world
