Florence Haywood is a time traveller. But she doesn't know it. It's early 2016, and Florence is mourning the loss of her idol, David Bowie. Her modern life is soon turned upside down when she travels back in time, and finds... David Bowie himself. Somehow through the magic of the universe (and rock 'n' roll), Florence's soul is linked to his, and they have to sort out their lives, travelling through time and space to find each other. Teleporting when they need each other most. But will they find love along the way? Will Florence be able to help David in his hardest moments? Will he be able to help her? Read more to see if the inter-timeline relationship between a rockstar and 21st century girl could work out... TW: drug use, some mature themes, very limited swearing, and sexual references (Uploads for chapters every second Sunday) Also uploaded on Archive Of Our Own under my name: @pieceofteenagewildlife

Male and female oneshot of y/n and the lovely Bowie. Enjoy 😉

Mature language, sometimes smutty, dm requests :))

In 1987, Charlotte Arquette takes a taxi from Colorado to New York in the middle of the night. Why? To get away from her abusive husband Ryan. so what happens when a famous rockstar named David Bowie bumps into her at the police station? Read to find out!

Sorry if this story is cringe it's the first one I made (btw A/N in my story means any name) But I hope you enjoy the story (p.s. there will be smut and spicy parts in the story!!)

Sarah's return to the labyrinth: sooner than you might think, is one of my many imaginings about what could have happened after the film. I know how I want to start it but have no idea about how to finish, so it will be a journey we take together. Please note that, in this story, Sarah was 20 when she first entered the labyrinth. not 15. Thank you for reading Labyrinth

A bunch of smutty David Bowie imagines ❤️

"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?" My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought was mine for the last hour. "Um... Yes thank you. You can call me Ilse. I'll probably be back a lot more." I smiled. But my last name isn't Bowie, I must have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt.