#falling through time

[murder-of-dipshits]

some FTT stuff (mostly Kar)

[in-the-middle-of-the-room]

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm not ," she said.

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" I mean it when I say I love you— and come Death Eaters or ghouls, my future has you in it— You are my future."

Fred and Hermione in Falling through time by wittyhistorian (Ao3)

[commonrur]

Yoooo spread the word BASKING IN STARLIGHT BY @my-dear-hammy GOT UPDATED GO AND GIVE THEM LOVE AND SUPPORT💕💕💕

[redpajamas]

reading the last author’s note on falling through time still makes me feel so emotional

[wittyhistorian]

Here at the end of all things

She woke up in a bright room, morning light beaming through the glass panes and bouncing off her white dovlet.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she found her vision blurred. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore line and she immediately felt her own waves of relief. Harry had told her when he died Dumbledore had met him in Kings Cross. That wasn't to be her fate. Heaven—or maybe Hell?—had found it prudent to send her somewhere different.

Maybe Dumbledore would come and meet her? Maybe he'd be there to chastise her choice, tell her James and Sirius wouldn't see her as she had denied them the company of the youngest Marauder for at least fifty more years-

Oh well, she thought—Lily would still be her friend, wouldn't she? And Sirius had always been fond of her, he'd come around eventually.

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[menatiera]

Falling through time

Stephen Strange looks for the best possible ending of the fight with Thanos, but after watching thousands of different futures and universes where they lose, he'd settle simply with any possibility where they win.

But it seems impossible - at least with the given circumstances. As the Sorcerer Supreme digs deeper, he recognizes a pattern: the Avengers lose, because the two of their leaders aren't on good terms with each other. Everything boils down to Steve and Tony needing to learn to actually work together, like they were supposed to from the beginning.

Strange has an Infinity Stone (and Tony’s half-finished time machine) and a brilliant idea: sending the two iconic Avengers back to witness their own pasts together, therefore understanding each other better in the present.

Things go sideways when, due to an argument between them as per usual, Steve and Tony get separated during their trip to the past. The result? Tony falling through time and landing at seemingly random eras and places, while Steve getting stuck at all kinds of wars, fighting again and again and again.

Strange can't seem to help them, until Bucky, fed up of losing everything he has, stands up and is ready to throw himself into the timestream. He'll go after them, after his idiotic best friend and his former opponent, two people he secretly (or not so secretly) loved for a long time. He’ll go and protect them and guide them until they find their way back home, or until he’s dead.

Bucky gets scattered everywhere and nowhere in time like Schrodinger's cat, he fights and protects them, always showing up when they need him but never quite able to really stay.

During their journey through time, it seems these two only needed a Bucky in the middle to bridge the gaps between them.

And if all three of them fell in love in the journey through time, and come out of the adventure in polyamorous relationship, well. Maybe that's not a bad thing either, after all?

Title: Falling through time 

Creator: Menatiera (me)

Squares:

moodboard: Tony Stark Bingo - T5 - Time travel @tonystarkbingo

text: Bucky Barnes Bingo - U3 - What doesn’t kill me makes me mad @buckybarnesbingo

Rating: T

Pairing: Stuckony

Warnings: none

Summary:  Moodboard + plot summary. Strange sends Tony and Steve through time, it goes sideways, Bucky gets involved. Happy ending.  

[metamehta]

Review: Falling Through Time by Kait Hobbit

Summary: In what was supposed to be her first ski trip since the war, Hermione wakes up from an avalanche to find herself back at Hogwarts. Despite her search to return home to her time, she is forced to relive her last years at Hogwarts and the War that she knows will claim the faces that now haunt her. In Particular, the face of a certain Weasley that she finds herself slowly falling for.

Romance - Hermione G., Fred W. , 46 Chapters Words: 283,195, Rated T

Status: WIP (last updated July 5, 2019)

Read it on ff.net

Review: Looking at my blog post history implies that I only read fem!Harry or Hermione time travel romances and honestly - I’m not sure that I have read anything else consistently enough to deny that. Nonetheless, here’s another one for the list until I find other fics that aren’t in the two categories.

I’m going to be honest - Fred x Hermione is my OTP, and it’s honestly so hard to find non one-shots for this couple. Among the hundreds of incomplete Fremione stories - this is one of the few that’s actively updating and is worth reading. I’ve never been a fan of romances that get too strong too fast (where the couple is proclaiming their love for each other every five minutes) and this story does a good job in setting up and maintaining the romance.

Furthermore, unlike other Fremione fics, the story does not completely sacrifice story progression for its romance. While there is something about the backdrop of the upcoming war that heightens the reader’s stress for Hermione and Fred’s future, the story could stand to be cut down by 50k words. In doing so, the important reveal in the story could have come a few chapters earlier, allowing the story to progress faster than its current pace.

The story almost strikes a good balance between canon rehash and changes to the timeline. For the most part, it seems that they’ve done a good job of sticking to the elements of Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows that are necessary for their story.

It’s in some of Hermione’s initial decisions that Falling Through Time loses some of its appreciation from me. The tricky thing about canon rehashes and do-over fics is that the character’s decisions have to make sense independent of the original HP series events. This is why Hermione’s decision to let things happen as they are makes no sense to me - she wouldn’t just be okay with sitting back and letting things happen as they went the first time. The idea of fixed events works well when there is a strong writer at the helm, but things can’t just happen because you need the characters to go back on the path of the original story.

I realize that the above rant may just be a personal gripe, but the one thing that is enough to make me drop a story is bad characterization. If I can’t answer the WHY of the actions a character takes, then it’s not a character worth pursuing.

Rating: 3.5 / 5

[my-dear-anonym]

Falling Through Time: Book 3

It’s been forever, I know. I have no excuses for you. Well, I do, but they don’t matter. *Debates rewriting this entire thing...again*

Masterpost

Jamilton Series Masterpost

Basking in Starlight

Part Two

Graveyard

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Warnings: Sass

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Alexander had a similar obsession with the Founding Members. A group of random people coming together to throw off a tyrannical and oppressive government, fail, and push through twice more. Amazing really. Sure, the world wasn't perfect but it was a lot better than it used to be. Records indicate that things plummeted and became a real hell hole.

What really bothered him was that Jefferson and Hamilton had kept intricate records of everything, right up until the accident. When Hamilton got shot...again.

Jefferson and Hamilton or George Fredericks, nothing was clear between those three. Alexander's best guess was that some sort of deal went down. History books didn't cover it very well and every real history nerd knew that history was biased. The winners write history. That's how it's always been.

Alexander looked up from his holopad, letting it blink off as he leaned back and looked up at the sky, his back hitting the cold stone behind him. It was green, just like everything seemed to be these days. It would've been a wonder to see whole cities of sparkling glass structures that reached into the sky. Most of the ones they had now had been overrun by plant life, vines shattering the windows and crawling through office spaces. Flora bloomed everywhere and trees grew taller than some of the skyscrapers. It was all just so green. A shame Alexander wasn't born three hundred years ago to see the sparkling glass towers and the busy city streets.

The blue sky was wonderful, sure, but Alexander had seen what colors it could turn and what nature really was. Disasters and mankind's natural enemy. He tore his gaze away from the waving branches to the grass covered ground and the weather eroded white stone he sat atop of. This was his favorite place to go just to think and write. He read the markings on the stone upside down.

Alexander Hamilton

He didn't bother reading the dates or the epitaph. Alexander had read it enough times to have it memorized. That's right, he was sitting on top of a Founding Member's headstone. Thomas Jefferson's was just one grave plot over. The founding member's graves were spread all over the country but Hamilton's and Jefferson's were together in death just as they were in life. It was kinda funny really, it was kinda obscure where they were planted in the end. No one really bothered to remember. Alexander stumbled across them though he supposed with proper research, someone could find them.

They'd been buried right beside the original Founding Father's graves at Monticello. It was kinda creepy but Founding Member James Madison had insisted. How could anyone refuse? So it was Jefferson, Hamilton, Jefferson, Hamilton. Hey, if Alexander died, could he be buried here too? People would get so confused.

That's when he noticed he had been clicking his pen absentmindedly, accidentally turning the holopad's screen on and off over and over again. He clicked it back on, playing with the settings until his pen reformed into a quill. It wasn't a real quill, obviously, they were too difficult to travel with since they needed inkwells and shit. Summoning holopads and going for the look was much easier. Alexander let the floating screen disappear and kept the pen active, lying back and drawing in the air. Just doing random designs until he spaced out, his hand continuing on its own.

He'd come so far in so little time. He felt like he had some sort of purpose, something he was supposed to do and he just couldn't figure it out. Alexander was looking for something and it eluded him. "Did you feel the same way, Hamilton?" Alexander joked. Who was he kidding? He was sitting in a graveyard in Monticello talking to a dead man.

Alexander refocused on his drawing. "Aw shit, not again." The writing swirled through the air, light shimmering in each floating letter. Thomas "Yes, yes, I know. Thomas. Do you know how many people named Thomas there are in the world? Every other person you run into is named Thomas or Alexander or fucking Aaron. Seriously. How does this help? A last name would be much more useful. Great, now I'm talking to myself and holopens. Fucking great."

"Just pretend you're talking to the dead people you've never met. That's a lot creepier," another voice drawled.

"Holy shit!" Alexander jumped, the sudden voice startling him and sending him flailing off the gravestone and crashing into the ground. "What the fuck man?!" Hamilton demanded, pushing himself off the ground as the other man laughed.

"Did I surprise you? To involved in your conversation with yourself?"

Alexander flushed with embarrassment, "Shut up, asshole, you're the one who snuck up on me!" Alexander exclaimed, taking in the appearance of the intruder to his peaceful place. Tall, lean, dark-skinned and curly haired. He dressed a little too well for wandering about in the forest. Sure, he dressed simple, dark slacks, a magenta button up with the sleeves rolled up, and a gray vest buttoned over it, but the fabric itself was too pristine.

He shrugged, walking over and examining Jefferson's grave, completely ignoring the light that was shimmering in the air. "It's not my fault you weren't more aware of your surroundings. You think you would be with all the dangerous wildlife wandering about." He stood up and looked at Alexander. "So, what's your name?"

Alexander crossed his arms, "Alex. Yours?"

He held up a finger in a sign for Alex to wait for a second before walking over to Alex's scribbling and gestured dramatically at the shimmering name written there and taking a dramatic bow, "Thomas, at your service."

"Fucking great, another Thomas, who would've guessed."

"You're one to talk, Alex."

"Shut the fuck up."

"You say that a lot."

Alex was about to repeat it again but stopped himself. "I was peaceably seeing to my work and I'd like to get back to it if you'd please leave."

"Work? You mean scribbling your boyfriend's name in the air and mumbling to yourself? I'm actually here for a reason other than drawing little hearts so I have every right to stay."

"Oh? And what could possibly be so important?" Alex asked.

"I'm researching the Founding Members."

"Well so am I and I was here first so you can fuck off. In fact, I actually professionally write about them so I have even more reason to be here."

"So immature. Isn't it possible for both of us to stare at a thousand-year-old graves that will tell us absolutely nothing whatsoever in the name of research?"

Alex felt personally called out by that statement. "Why are you so interested in them anyway?"

"Well it started with sharing the same name as him," Thomas jerked a thumb at Jefferson's grave, "And it just kept growing."

"Oh yes, you're so special, sharing a name with a founder just like all the other millions of Thomas'"

"Fuck you," Thomas said, setting down his black case by the grave, "Not everyone can claim the last name too."

"Your last name is Jefferson?" Alex snickered, "You can't be serious."

"Like yours is better."

Alex smirked, "Hamilton. Way better than Jefferson, I think."

Thomas froze which caught Alex slightly off guard, he had been expecting a comeback. "Hamilton?" he asked.

"Yeah, what of it?" Alex asked, getting slightly nervous. Sure, it was cool to share a name with a founder but he never got reactions like that.

"You're the first Hamilton I've ever come across."

"So?"

"It's-nothing," Thomas answered.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"I'm insulted."

"You're entire existence is an insult."

"Go away," Alexander said.

"Why? I'm rather comfortable.

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