Max/Jude; Two different times and bad pickup lines.

Khonshu and his avatar have a weird little moment on a rooftop. (Not for the first time and not for the last.)

In a world with timers, counting down to when you meet your soulmate, a lot of different things can happen. Some people choose not to get timers. Some people have gotten more than one, or more than one kind. But Cisco's never heard of one person's going off, while no one else's does. // updates yearly!

Luke's intentions toward his nephew have been misinterpreted, and maybe this is a mercy.

Maria's not sure how it all happened, really.

None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.

He sleeps beside you, spare hand curled around the chain, six feet of arrogant beauty and ruthless intelligence softened and hidden.

Of all the prisons in which she's spent time, Lotus Pier may be the kindest.

Commanding that a thing be done is a damn sight different from witnessing it in person. Sometimes one needs to be reminded of this.

The fever breaks that morning, spurring Tang Fan from the bridge between death and dreaming.