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Redemption

Jaime Lannister x Rhaenys Blackfyre (Rayn Waters) (OFC), Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister - Formally (I know, but the relationship is canon) (Unknown Chapters)

Work Summary: Rayn has always lived in the Red Keep, serving where needed and playing with the other children of Kings Landing. Even Jaime Lannister when he and his sister first came when Tywin was made Hand of The King. And as the three grew up, Jaime and Rayn began to grow close.

But when Arys became the Mad King, Rayn disappeared from the Capital. So imagine Jaime’s surprise when she shows up decades later...at the side of the new Dragon Queen, Daenerys Stormborn. Was Rayn a servant girl this whole time or does she have a deeper past? And can they move past what Jaime did to the Targaryen reign?

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Chapter 1: My Queen

Summary: Rhaenys meets her cousin, Daenerys Targaryen, in Slaver’s Bay.

Notes: You may have read some of this before. The one shot request I did for Harper makes up a part of this chapter.

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Rayn rode up to the Great Pyramid of Mereen, wondering if she was making the right decision. What if all that was said about Daenerys were rumors? What if she was as bad as the Mad King? Or like her late brother, Viserys?

Word had traveled fast about what had happened to Viserys at the hands of the Dothraki. Or rather, word had traveled where one knew to listen. Rayn remembered Viserys and while he hadn’t been cruel - yet - he lacked the common sense his older brother Rhaegar possessed. Which way did Daenerys lean?

Outside the city gates, a member of the Second Sons stood at one post while an Unsullied soldier stood at the other. So those rumors were true - Daenerys had stitched together her own army. And if the mass amount of horses being tended to were any indication, Daenerys had also kept her late husband’s khalasar. Impressive.

The sellsword approached Rayn’s horse, his hand hovering over his sword. “What business do you have here?”

“I’m here to pledge my allegiance to Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. My name is Rayn Waters.”

“You know of her titles?” The sellsword turned to the Unsullied soldier. “Send word to Selmy. He should be able to make heads or tails of this.”

Rayn raised an eyebrow. Barristan Selmy was here? Last she had heard, he had traded his loyalty for his head in order to serve the usurper, Robert Baratheon.

The Unsullied guard opened the door to speak High Valyrian to his counterpart on the other side. “Send for Ser Barristan.”

Rayn spoke up, her accent of her childhood home in Volantis. “Tell him Rayn Waters wishes to speak to him. He knows my name. I served under King Aerys.”

Both Unsullied soldiers looked at her in shock over her clear High Valyrian words. They had assumed since she mentioned Daenerys by her Westeros title, that this visitor was also from there as well. The second soldier bowed his head and quickly headed to the Great Pyramid in the center of the city. They did not wait long as Barristan chose to take a horse to the gates.

He rode up to Rayn, squinting at her as she waited in the hot, Essos sun. He had grown older since she last laid eyes on him, even sporting a beard now. But she could tell from how Selmy was on full alert that he was still one of the best swordsmen in Westeros.

“I can hardly believe my eyes. Rayn Waters as I live and breathe. I thought you had died during the sacking of King’s Landing.”

“So had others. But after all my years of living in the Red Keep, I learned about all the secret passageways.”

He smirked. “Not all. For the Targaryens would never share them all.”

Rayn smirked back. “Believe me when I say I found them all. I’m here to speak to Daenerys Stormborn and pledge my allegiance to her.”

Barristan eyed the long, thin package strapped to Rayn’s saddle. “And I’m guessing you brought her a gift?”

“In a manner of speaking. It will help solidify her claim to the Iron Throne.”

“Being the last Targaryen isn’t enough?”

“She’s not the last. There are still Blackfyres out there. One who is pretending to be Aegon Targaryen.”

Selmy’s eyebrows went up at this news. “Aegon?”

“This is something we need to discuss with our queen.”

“Indeed. She currently has visitors, but they should be done by the time we reach the pyramid.”

“Would it have anything to do with the Iron Fleet I saw in Slaver’s Bay?”

“The Bay of Dragon’s now. I’ll explain along the way. But yes, the Greyjoys are here.”

“Judging by the fact that I did not see Silence out there, I will say it’s not Euron speaking to our queen.”

“No, thank the Gods.”

There was no rush to the pyramid as Barristan explained what had happened when Daenerys had begun freeing the slaves of Slaver’s Bay. About the Sons of the Harpy. And how Daenerys got her khalasar.

“Ser Jorah is with you?” Rayn raised an eyebrow.

“I had advised against it at first, as well as her Hand, Tyrion Lannister.”

Rayn’s eyes grew wide. “Tyrion?!”

Barristan chuckled. “Allow me to explain. Much has changed over the time I have served our Queen.”

By the time the pair had reached the pyramid, Rayn was fully caught up on who was a part of Daenerys’ current court. Hopefully, she could count herself among them. As they dismounted, Rayn took the package off the saddle and handed it to Barristan.

“It would be best if you hold this. She will not see it as a threat if you are the one to present it to her.”

“This feels like a sword.”

Rayn nodded her head. “An extremely important one.”

Before he could ask her which one, the door opened and an Unsullied soldier was waiting. “Ser Barristan, our queen is ready.”

“Thank you, Grey Worm.” Selmy lead Rayn into the room, Grey Worm at Selmy’s side.

The hallway opened up to a vast throne room with a stairwell in the middle leading up to a room towards the back. Halfway up the stairwell, Daenerys sat on a stone throne with Tyrion Lannister on her right and a young woman on her left. That must be Missande.

Rayn kept her head up as she walked to the base of the stairs, where two men stood on each side. The vibrant colors of one lead Rayn to know he was Daario, while the other sporting armor with a bear sigil told her this was Jorah. Rayn dropped to one knee and bowed her head.

“Your Grace, I have come to pledge my allegiance to you and your cause.”

“And what is your name?” Daenerys’ voice was quiet but still commanded attention.

“This is Rayn Waters, a bastard of the Crown Lands who served under your father,” Tyrion answered for her.

“That is not the truth, Your Grace. That is not my name.”

“Oh?” Daenerys’ tone caused Rayn to look up. “Both Tyrion and Ser Barristan have told me that was your name, saying they knew you from the time you lived in the Red Keep.”

Rayn took a deep breath. “Yes, Your Grace. They knew me by that name. But that is not the one I was born with. It was the name I was told to give so I wouldn’t be killed by your father.”

“So what is your name?” Tyrion questioned.

“Rhaenys Blackfyre, of Volantis.” Rayn kept eye contact. “I was saved by Lord Varys as a child and sent to live in the Red Keep.”

The tension could be cut with a knife. It was no secret to everyone in the room - even to Daario - how the Blackfyres and the Targaryens felt towards each other. Daenerys watched her distant cousin for a moment longer.

“Lord Varys saved you.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Tyrion tried to ease the tension. “You must forgive us, but this is hard to believe.”

Rayn gave a small smile. “Yes, I know. But I was forced to dye my hair black all those years. And I know that the Blackfyres have wanted the Iron Throne. That is why I’m here.”

Daenerys tensed at this and Rayn heard a sword being pulled from behind her. She slowly raised her hands.

“I am unarmed. I did not come here to take the claim over you. I came to warn you of another Blackfyre, one who is parading around as your dead nephew, Aegon.”

“And why are you warning me about him? I thought Blackfyres wanted the throne?” Daenerys eyed her cousin warily.

“This Blackfyre is my brother and is no more fit to rule than your brother Viserys was. But I have brought something to show you my loyalty to you. Something that will make your claim undisputed.”

Tyrion stepped forward. “What more of a claim could she have other than being the last Targaryen?”

Rayn slowly lowered her hands and nodded at Selmy. “Ser Barristan, if you could give my cousin her gift, please?”

Selmy stepped forward and began to unwrap the package Rayn had brought. Inside, laid a Valyrian steel sword with a dragon bone hilt, a dragon head off each guard piece, and a ruby on the end of the hilt.

Daenerys looked at the sword in confusion. But Tyrion gasped in recognition. “You’ve had Blackfyre?”

“It was passed down to me by my mother. She knew what my brother would do if he had the sword.”

“I don’t understand,” Daenerys confessed.

“Dear cousin, this is your claim to the throne.”

Jaime watched his twin sister pace over the giant map of Westeros that was being painted on the floor in the Red Keep. The roof was open above and the sun shined down, though there was a chill in the air. Winter was coming, as the Starks loved to say.

“What is this?” Jaime questioned as he got closer.

“What we’ve been waiting for our whole lives,” Cersei didn’t bother to face him. “What father trained us for, whether he intended it or not.”

“He knew it,” Jaime’s stomach churned at the memory. “Made me memorize every damn city, town, forest, and mountain.”

“It’s ours now, we just have to take it.” She finally turned to face him, “you’ve been quiet since you came home. You’re angry with me.”

That was an understatement, Jaime thought. But instead, he shook his head. “Not angry.”

“You’re afraid of me.”

“Should I be?”

She paused and measured her words before she changed lanes. “Daenerys Targaryen has chosen Tyrion as her Hand. Right now they’re sailing across the Narrow Seas, hoping to take back her father’s throne. Our little brother - the one you love so much, the one you set free, the one who murdered our father and our firstborn son - now he stands beside our enemy and gives them counsel.”

Jaime sighed and tried to choose his next words wisely. But Cersei wasn’t finished.

“He’s out there, somewhere at the head of an armada. And he’s not alone.”

Jaime nodded his head. “Lord Varys is with them.”

“It was not him, I was referring to.” Jaime’s head snapped up. “Rayn Waters has joined their cause.”

With just one name, Jaime was taken back to a moment in his childhood before he accepted the role of King’s Guard. A time at which he had barely turned 15. A time when he was around the woman he truly loved - not the one who manipulated him into thinking he was in love.

Rayn.

It was a more innocent time in Jaime’s life. Seven Hells, it was probably the only innocent time in his life.

Rayn was a simple servant girl in the Red Keep, running food from the kitchens and helping the chambermaids when needed. Jaime fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her, much to Cersei’s great annoyance. Her dark black hair against her pale skin made her purple eyes stand out all the more. He once joked she could be part Targaryen with those eyes, to which she replied so would Ashara Dayne, Ser Arthur Dayne’s sister. He could tell it made her uneasy, so he let it be.

Jaime and Rayn loved to play games, even though both were considered too old for it. Their favorite? Hide and Go Seek in the rain. The gardens were vast and had many crevices to hide in, making it a great place to play when the skies clouded over.

And so when both were done with their duties for the day, they would always meet in the gardens long after the sun had set.

Rayn would always make Jaime go first in counting, which he was annoyed with. She could always hide so well as if she knew all the castle’s secrets. But he would find her still. He couldn’t explain why, but it was as if they were connected. Far more than he ever had been with Cersei, though he would never admit that out loud.

And she would always stand there, wet from the rain, pouting at him. Claiming he had cheated.

“No, my dear Rayn, I just won the game.”

“One day I will win!” She declared.

And he smiled at her ambition and would hold her close when she became too cold from the rain.

It was during one of those nights that their friendship shifted. Oh, how he wanted to say she was his first kiss like he was hers. But Cersei had claimed that and he hated it ever since he discovered Rayn. Hated everything that was his first that Cersei claimed for her own out of selfishness. They were moments he could never get back. Could never redo.

But he can claim, with all his heart, that he was Rayn’s first kiss. And it was a memory he would treasure forever.

Just like every time before, they had found themselves running through a garden in a massive rainstorm. Taking shelter amidst one of the gazebos. And it was there, with her in his arms trying to stay warm, that Jaime took that moment. Took the initiative. And kissed her. When she kissed him back, his heart soar. They stole many more moments like that as the years went by.

Then the rebellion occurred.

Jaime’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Rayn? I heard she had died during our father’s sacking of King’s Landing.”

Cersei smirked and shook her head. “No, she lives. And she lied to us. She was never Rayn Waters, bastard child who was a servant to the Mad King.”

Jaime waited for the other shoe to drop.

“Her real name is Rhaenys Blackfyre. And she has the Targaryen birthright sword, Blackfyre.”

Jaime’s head spun at the news. Rayn was a Blackfyre? And had the mythical Targaryen family sword that had been lost since the first Blackfyre rebellion.

“Well? Do you have anything to say?” Cersei grew annoyed at her twin brother’s silence. “Anything to add?!”

Jaime looked down at the map - at Dragonstone where the armada was no doubt heading - and whispered to himself. “You win. You finally win, Rayn.”

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theycallmebeccawrites · 5 years ago

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 21.5

Hello my lovelies! I hope you guys are doing... ok? 2020 been a shitty year for all of us, so it’s ok if you aren’t ok. Just keep on keeping on. Last week was an awful week for me, which is why this episode didn’t get posted then. But I think it works out, because this episode is better than it was last week. So win win.

Also, I am HORRIBLE at remembering to thank the amazing people that help me beta this story. At least publically. So thank you to @nomadicpixel @heather-lynn @mrs-captain-evans and @alievans007 for their continued support for this story.

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in July 2014 and features Chris trying to decide to text Ellie on her birthday or not.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 21

Episode 21.5: To Text or Not to Text

July 17-18, 2014

Chris was on his way to the studio when the calendar on his phone alerted him to the fact that it was Ellie's birthday. With a busy day ahead of him, never mind the time difference, he ignored it.

Or tried to.

During his breaks in filming, he found his mind going back to Ellie and how they had celebrated her birthday last year. That night he'd seen her in a new light. And not in the cliché girl next door wears a pretty dress way; he'd already known she was pretty. That was obvious, just by looking at her.

But until that night, they hadn’t spent a lot of time together without the chaos of his family around. He’d realized Ellie was a woman who was simply herself and didn't want to be anyone else. A rare trait to find amongst the women he'd met in Los Angeles. It had made him want to get to know her even better.

One moment that stood out to him the most was when the paparazzi had spoiled their evening out. Instead of seeking attention or even getting upset, Ellie had taken it all in stride and they'd ended up having a fun night back at the house with Scott and Izzy playing Cards Against Humanity. He knew that their siblings would have rather been out dancing, but they had been celebrating Ellie's birthday and she'd been happy with the way the night had gone. That was all that had mattered.

Which made him wonder. Was there anything he could do this year that would make her happy? He doubted it.

Except maybe die a slow and painful death, his cynical mind offered.

Chris shook his head; despite her feelings about him at the moment, he knew she wouldn’t want him dead. If only because of how it would affect his family.

But regardless, he wasn’t even sure what he’d say to Ellie if he decided to text her.

I know I’ve ignored you for 3 months but happy birthday.

He was sure it would read even dumber than it sounded in his head. Which was why during his lunch break, he'd stared at the row with her name on it in his messages app but hadn't been able to open the string of texts. In the end, he'd locked his phone and went to have lunch with his co-stars and friends.

Now it was the end of his very full day, or rather, the early hours of the next day. But, with the time difference, it was still Ellie’s birthday in LA.

Chris had accepted Robert’s invitation for a late dinner then had gone to a pub with some of the others and only now was back in his rental. He’d been able to divert his attention in the afternoon regarding Ellie, but now that he was alone again it all came flooding back to him.

To text or not to text. That was the question.

He'd had plenty to drink that evening; enough that he was seriously tempted to let his thumbs do the talking. And yet, that sense of doubt lingered in his head about the whole situation. Clearly, he was sober enough to think rationally.

As he was debating what to do, his phone dinged, alerting him to a text message from his brother. Cautiously, Chris opened the text, unsure of what he was going to find.

I won't bug you about Ellie anymore

Chris set his phone down and rubbed his eyes before he picked it up and read Scott's text again, but it hadn’t changed. His brother had been bugging him about Ellie since April, even ignoring Chris's request to drop the subject.

"So why the sudden fucking change?" Chris muttered to himself as he studied his phone.

As he stared at it, another text from Scott appeared.

It's probably too late for you guys anyway

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Chris demanded, aloud.

The logical side of his brain screamed that it was a trap. That Scott was trying to use reverse psychology on him in another attempt to get Chris to talk to Ellie.

But what if he wasn't?

Chris wasn't sure if the feeling in his gut was unease or a sign that his dinner and drinks after weren’t sitting well. He wanted to believe it was the second, but he couldn't lie to himself, he'd been feeling uneasy all day.

He remembered how disappointed he'd felt on his birthday when Ellie hadn't reached out to him. At the same time, he couldn't blame her for not reaching out after the way he'd left town. He wished he could go back and do it all over again but differently. To tell her he needed space, that he needed time to think.

"It's probably too late for you guys anyway," he heard Scott taunt in his head.

Was it too late? Had she moved on? Or had she just given up on him? Or did she think he'd given up on her?

That last thought made him frown. Had he given up on her? He supposed he had. He'd abandoned her and their relationship. He knew he'd hurt her, even though that hadn't been his intention. His brother hadn't held back when telling him in aggravating detail just how he'd fucked up Ellie's life.

Shaking his head, Chris locked his phone and plugged it into his charger. While he wasn't drunk, he wasn't sober enough to deal with anything right now. The last thing he wanted to cause Ellie was more pain, especially on her birthday. He couldn't see how texting her after three months of silence would do anything good for either of them.

Besides, who would benefit from the message? It might make him feel better and ease his conscience for the way he'd walked away, but at what cost? He knew Scott would be doing everything in his power to make sure Ellie had a good birthday. What right did he have to interrupt a special day to lessen his guilt?

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Fic: Catching Feelings 10/10 (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget her ex. Neither of them is expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. Previous Chapters ( 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9)

Author’s notes: This is it, folks. The last chapter. This fic has been such an amazing experience for me and I’m so proud of it. I look back at it and I know I’d like to work a bit in a few points, but I think overall, it turned out pretty good. I want to thank everyone who stayed until the end. I hope you guys enjoy this last chapter and maybe I’ll get back to it for a few outtakes and how the future looks like for Steph and Ke.

Wordcount: 4455

Warnings: fluff. so. much. fluff. Also very soft sex.

Keanu’s cheeks hurt from grinning so wide as they stepped out of the stage. It had been a great set. The energy high, the crowd receptive. Some of them even knew a few lyrics, singing along with Brett. It was amazing and once again he gave a silent prayer to the universe that they could finally do this professionally. Well, to the universe and Steph. He had to admit if she hadn’t sent Mike their way, Dogstar would probably still be struggling.

Once again, his chest ached at the thought of her. She had been in his mind the entire day and the dull pain was pulsing on and off with every beat of his heart, reminding him of what he lost. Some days were easier to push thoughts of Steph aside, but between his conversation with Kim and playing Honesty Anyway, Keanu was missing her more than usual.

Needing a moment for himself, he waved at Brett and Robert and headed to the alley in back of the club so he could smoke a cigarette before joining his friends for a celebratory beer. The last thing he expected to see in that cold autumn night, in his hometown of all places, was Steph.

At first, Keanu thought he might be imagining her. His heart longing for her and making his mind see things, but her name still escaped his lips as he watched her standing there, her back to him. He knew it was real by the way she tensed at his voice, but his confirmation came when Steph finally turned and looked at him.

It always hit him like a punch how gorgeous she was. Keanu had always heard the expression breathtakingly beautiful, but he never really experienced it. That feel of air being sucked out your lungs at the sight of someone. Not until he met Steph.

He took an unconscious step forward needing to see her better, closer. To feel her warm skin and smell her scent and taste her lips again, but Keanu froze. He couldn’t. Not after everything that happened. Not with the way they hurt each other.

“I didn’t know you were performing tonight,” she whispered, fidgeting with the CD in her hands, looking anywhere but him. “We came here to celebrate the wrap up for the movie. I had no idea…”

“You were shooting here in Toronto?” Keanu asked and she nodded. What were the odds? It almost felt like fate. If one believed in that sort of thing.

Time trickled by as they stood there. The silence stretching between them, heavy with all the things left unsaid last time they shared the same space and Keanu raked his brain for something to say, but his voice was suddenly caught in his throat, overwhelmed by the sight of her.

“I should…” Steph gestured to the club. “People are probably wondering where I am.”

“Yeah.” Keanu nodded, struggling against the lump in his throat. “Same with Rob and Brett.”

“It was good to see you, Keanu,” she whispered, taking a step back. “You guys were really great.”

“Wait!” He called out before Steph could go too far and she turned to look at him again. “Can we talk? Please?”

He saw Steph hesitate, glancing back before looking at him. Keanu could see the doubt in her expression but also hope. Maybe. He wished it was hope. Like he felt it too. Keanu truly regretted how they left things back in Paris and he thought about reaching out countless times, but with the entire press circus, he thought it would be for the best to leave it be. However, she was here now, and the media had finally forgotten about them. Maybe it was time. Maybe there could be a way… If Steph was willing.

“Ok,” she agreed. “I’ll just grab my coat and let my people know I’m leaving.”

Keanu just nodded in reply, watching as she disappeared back in the club before he dug out his phone and texted Rob and Brett, finally lighting up the cigarette he had been planning to. This time the goal was the calm his nerves. She was here. Steph was here of all places.

Sooner than he expected, Steph re-emerged, dark coat wrapped around her shape, hair pulled back in a ponytail, a few strands had remained stubbornly loose sticking to her neck and Keanu had to fight the urge to push them aside and kiss her nape as he guided the way to a burger joint a couple of streets over.

The diner was an after-party kind of place, food greasy, furniture even greasier. He hadn’t been there in ages but his usual booth was free and Keanu slid across the familiar red vinyl seat letting the warm environment of the dinner surround him and soothe his nerves.

They placed their order and just sat there in awkward silence while it was getting made. Keanu drummed his fingers nervously, wondering why this was so hard when talking to Steph used to be as easy as breathing to him. She was one of the few people that knew almost everything there was to know about him. Including the bits, Keanu could never bring himself to tell Kim.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, at last making Steph look up startled. “About Paris. I didn’t understand what it would cost you…”

“Keanu, no,” she shook her head reaching across the table to take his hand. “I was the jerk. I should be the one apologizing. What I did in that restaurant, that was…”

“As bad as me ditching you half-drunk in a nightclub while your ex harassed you?” Keanu interrupted an awkward, sad smile in his lips.

He had come to terms that yes, what Steph did was terrible, but he wasn’t a saint either. Jealousy was an ugly look on both of them.

“I guess,” she huffed, not exactly a laugh. More like a realization. “I forgot about that.”

“I didn’t,” Keanu sighed, grabbing a napkin and twisting between the fingers of his free hand. “And I never even apologized for it. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Me too,” Steph said and there was so much in those two words.

Time seemed to stand still while they sat there, gaze locked together, fingers entwined with each other. It felt like they were sharing an entire conversation without saying anything. Baring their hearts for one another with just one look that spoke of regret and guilt, but also longing and affection.

The moment was broken when the waitress brought over their order: burgers, fries, and milkshakes for both, but it was alright. In those precious seconds in which they just looked at each other, that deep understanding they once shared returned and they knew they would be alright. There was a lot to figure out, but they both knew they would figure out as they went.

They stayed in the diner until closing time, talking and laughing like they used to do before everything turned to shit. It was perfect and it felt like no time had passed at all between them. Keanu wanted to kick himself for wasting so much time, for holding onto something that would never make him happy only due to his pride.

Keanu shared a uber with Steph back to her hotel even if it was a detour from his mother’s house, where he was staying. He just wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her, but as they stood on the steps that led to the reception area, he had no other excuse.

“Well, goodnight,” he said, hands in his pockets, head ducked, hair covering his eyes.

“‘Night, Ke,” Steph whispered, her lips brushing the corner of his, her small hand resting on his arm as she raised herself on her toes to kiss him. “I’m staying until Sunday, maybe we can get coffee or something?”

“I can’t…” he sighed with a wince. “We’re heading for Vancouver in the morning. Another gig.”

“Oh.” She looked disappointed, but proud at the same time as she met his eyes. “Then maybe we can meet when you’re back in LA.”

“Which won’t be for another month,” Keanu replied sheepishly. “So, I could maybe call you in the meanwhile. Like we used to do?”

“Yeah.” Steph grinned wide and nodded. “That sounds good.”

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Keanu was exhausted, but happy. They had finished their tour very successfully. Most of their gigs had been packed and their CD sales had been great. Mike said they were heading the right way and after a couple of weeks of downtime, he expected Dogstar to be back in business, working on some new songs for a second record.

During the month he had been traveling around Canada and US playing, Keanu had kept in touch with Steph. They were hesitant at first, walking in eggshells and trying to avoid any tricky topics that might set off an argument until Keanu got sick of it. He wanted them to go back to how they were and he said so one night after one too many celebratory beers while they were facetiming.

“We can’t, Ke,” Steph sighed, a shadow of pain crossing over her expression. “But I hope we can find a way to make things different. Better.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, tapping on his bottle. “Ok, rule number one: no bottling up. If we don’t feel good about something, we tell the other.”

“And the other has to actually listen before reacting,” Steph pointed out, a smile sneaking into her lips. “Also, we’re obviously not good at sharing so…”

“Yeah. Definitely,” Keanu nodded before she could even finish. “What you wanna do about the press?”

“Fuck them!” Steph declared, tone forceful and with a harsh edge. “I’m done living my life on their terms.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she paused, bottom lip between her teeth. “You? And your band? Because it might affect them.”

“They’re fine with it,” Keanu assured with a little laugh. “Rob actually said he was happy the kicked puppy look was finally out of my face.” Steph chuckled too at that. “And I’m fine with it. If you really want this.”

“I do,” she assured, with a smile and he saw her glancing at something off the frame, before looking back at the screen. “Only three more weeks.”

“And time flies,” Keanu added, smiling too.

It did fly at first. Especially when Keanu was entertained with the band and the shows, but as the day of returning to Los Angeles got closer, this eagerness to see Steph in flesh and bone seemed to turn every minute in an hour. Every hour in a day.

He was unfocused and distracted, always lost in thoughts about what it would be like to see her again. At times, Brett and Rob had to call his name several times before Keanu could break away from his daydreaming to actually focus on the matter at hand. They both took it in stride, knowing very well how it felt to be in love like that and happy that their friend was finally getting back to his normal self.

Finally, he was home and anxiety consumed him as Keanu got ready to go see her. Steph assured that she was fine with waiting until morning, knowing that he would be landing so late at night, but Keanu wanted to head straight from the airport if that was ok. He couldn’t wait to see her. Not anymore. Not when they were in the same city once again, only minutes away from each other.

He packed put his bass case and duffle on the back of the taxi, twisting the hem of his shirt under his fingers as the car made its way through the sinuous roads of Hollywood Hills towards Steph’s house, the familiar landmarks making his heart beat faster at each turn until the cab finally stopped in front of her place.

Keanu was shaking when he got out of the car, duffle in one hand, bass on the other. Much like the first time he had been here, a slow drizzle was falling, filling the air with the scent of wet earth. He knew he should get out of the rain; his case wasn’t waterproof and he couldn’t risk damaging his bass.

It was only a couple of steps towards the intercom, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, his feet seemed stuck to the concrete sidewalk. What if he ruined this again? What if they couldn’t make it work?

Keanu jumped startled when the gate buzzed and swung open without prompt. When it registered in his mind, he couldn’t help but smile. Steph must have been watching the cameras or the window and saw him arriving. That was enough to make him take a step forward, still anxious, still afraid, but at least he knew he wasn’t the only one.

“Hi,” she greeted as soon as she pulled the door open, sounding as breathless as Keanu felt and his smile widened when he saw Steph was wearing his t-shirt. The one he had long left behind in her house.

“Hey.” It was the only thing that Keanu could manage. God, he missed her.

They stood awkwardly by the door, watching one another. Eyes mirroring each other awed of being physically together again until Steph let out a short chuckle and stepped aside so Keanu could actually walk in.

A lot had changed in her place since the last time he had been there. The walls featured a different color and there were no longer movie posters from her previous works hanging around. Instead, beautiful photographs from the landscapes and skylines hung in their place and he took a moment to admire them, recognizing one as the view from Hollywood Hills from that spot Keanu had taken her when they went for a motorcycle ride.

“What do you think?” Steph asked, standing a couple of steps behind him and Keanu glanced at her.

“Beautiful. Did you take them?” A blush spread through her cheeks as she nodded.

“I had a lot of time off these last few months,” she replied with a shrug. “I thought a new hobby was in order.” She led the way to the sitting room, gesturing for him to leave his things wherever it was convenient. “Did you eat? I think I have some leftover lasagna Vincent made last night…”

Steph trailed off when Keanu’s arm came around her waist, preventing her from making her into the kitchen, bringing her into his arms instead.

“Hi,” he said, resting his forehead against hers and Steph grinned.

“Hey.”

Their lips finally met for that much needed, much-yearned kiss and Keanu sighed in contentment at the taste of her; the feel of her in his arms. He didn’t know when it happened and couldn’t believe how he didn’t notice before, but Steph tasted and felt like home to him.

For how long, Keanu didn’t know, but it explained why he had felt adrift for the last few months, even when coming back to his home town and his mother’s house, Keanu hadn’t felt that same comfort, the belonging that he felt right now.

“I missed you so much,” Steph sighed against his mouth, her hands threading through his hair. “I thought about you every single day.”

“Me too,” he said, his hands coming under her shirt, desperate to feel the warmth and softness of her skin. “Gosh! Why were we such idiots?”

“I don’t know,” she chuckled, shoving at his jacket, making Keanu let go of her only long enough so she could push it off him, before returning to her back. “But I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good,” he smiled, nipping at her lower lip, making her giggle. “Because I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

With a grin, Keanu hoisted her Steph up, her legs coming around his waist as she grinned too and let him take her to the master bedroom, laying her gently on the bed, before standing up again and kicking his shoes and socks.

“How do you want me, ma’am?” he asked, kneeling in front of her and Steph paused, her eyes shining with warmth and love.

“Come’re, babe,” she called, offering him a hand and guiding Keanu until he was lying on top of her, between her legs, his clothed erection pressing against her hip as their lips met once more.

The kiss slow, soft, exploring. Their hands roaming each other’s bodies, touching and peeling off layers of clothing until they were naked together, chests pressed against one another as they moved in sync. Lips found those familiar spots that made the other moan, their breath catching in their throats, their bodies growing hotter, slick with sweat, sliding against each other.

Keanu reached between them, finding her entrance with his fingers, rubbing and teasing, making Steph arch up, her fingers digging on his back. He smiled against her neck as he toyed with her clit, the look of ecstasy in her face making the burning need in the base of his spine grow, his cock hard, heavy and leaking against her thigh as she rolled her hips against the two fingers he pushed inside her.

He moaned at the way of her walls quivered around his digits, tight and wet and how Keanu missed this. The feel of her cunt welcoming him in, gripping at him like it was trying to keep him there forever.

“Fuck me, Ke,” Steph gasped, pulling at his hair so he could look at her. “I need you inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Keanu panted, a smile drawing on his lips as he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into her welcoming heat slowly, grunting and gasping at the perfect tightness around him. Steph’s own moans making the need inside him grow as they slotted together, his cock completely sheathed inside her, his sticky forehead resting against hers as they caught their breath and adjusted to the overwhelming feeling of being united again.

“I missed this,” she said, a wide smile in her lips as Steph brushed some strands of hair away from his face. “No one makes me feel like this.”

“I know what you mean,” he gasped, adjusting her legs around his waist. “Guess we were just made for each other.”

“Yeah,” Steph agreed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Now move, babe.”

There it was again, the command in her voice. That tone that seemed to ignite something deep inside Keanu, stroking the heat of pleasure and with a smirk, he pulled back until only his tip remained, before slamming into her, making Steph cry out and curse, her heels digging on his lower back.

“Fuck yes! Just like that, Ke,” she exclaimed, raising her hips to meet his as they found their rhythm, their bodies reacquainted with each other.

Sooner than Keanu liked, he felt the telltale coil in the pit of his spine ready to snap. Steph was shaking and quivering, her walls squeezing him tight. She was close too.

“I’m gonna…” he warned, speeding up his thrusts, desperately seeking his release. She just nodded, shifting her body underneath him until they were rooting against each other, mouths locked into a gasping kiss, sharing breath and moans.

“Come in me, babe,” she whispered, making him snap.

Keanu grunted and groaned her name as he kept thrusting through his orgasm until Steph was squeezing and pulsing around him, her head thrown back in a wordless cry as she came moments after him.

They laid there together, resting against each other until Keanu grew soft inside her and tried to pull away but Steph just tightened her hold around him, making him stay still. For such a tiny woman, she was surprisingly strong.

“We’re making a mess on the bed,” he chuckled, rubbing his nose against hers.

“We can change the duvet later.” Steph smiled at him. “I just want to stay here, with you for a little longer.”

“Ok,” Keanu relented, meeting her lips for a sweet kiss. “You know, you never let me be on top before.”

“Really?” she frowned at him, obviously thinking back on their previous encounters. “I should let you do it more often. It’s nice to just relax and take it.” Keanu chuckled against her cheek and Steph giggled too.

“Can we stay like this forever?” he asked, meeting her soft gaze.

“I told you, babe,” Steph started, caressing his cheek. “I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good,” Keanu smiled, settling against her chest so they could drift off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Steph wrung her hands together on her lap, her eyes darting over to her phone every couple of seconds as if she stared at it long enough, it would make it ring. Like she could mentally will Keanu’s flight to arrive when it was delayed due to a storm in Seattle.

“Stop doing that,” Jean chided coming into the room. “You’re gonna ruin your nails. He’ll be here.”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, settling her hands on her lap and trying to look at her friend and agent without turning her head and disturbing the stylish working on her hair. “I just worried. What if he doesn’t make it?”

“Then he won’t walk the red carpet with you,” he said with a gentle smile. “But we always knew that was a possibility, honey. He will be there for the movie and afterparty though. You know it.”

She did. Of course, she did. Keanu had assured her that if Steph wanted him to accompany her to the movie’s premiere, even if the fact would stir up the rumor mill again, he would do it and fuck the media. Jean and Steph even talked to Katheryn about it and she couldn’t care less.

The movie had done wonderfully in Cannes, which had been the first showing of it. Both Katheryn and Steph were showered with compliments for their work so the director was pretty confident that having some gossip about Steph and her boyfriend wouldn’t damage the movie’s success. And if it did, well, Katheryn didn’t want those judgmental people anywhere near her work. Steph only wished she had Katheryn’s confidence.

Despite telling Keanu she didn’t give a fuck about what the press would say about them, as soon as the first paparazzi pictures hit the tabloids, she felt it like a punch. The mean comments and jokes. Photographers hounding both of them for information, but they managed to push through it and after a couple of weeks, things died down.

Especially when news of Kevin’s divorce, only a month after his wedding, hit the news and gossip turned to him. It wasn’t surprising that he cheated on her, but it wasn’t often that the cheated spouse released the photos of the betrayal just so she could have the legal grounds to wipe out his bank account since she didn’t sign a prenup.

Steph didn’t want to be petty, but when Jean called her to deliver the news, she couldn’t help the small chuckle from escaping her lips. Karma truly was a bitch. That had been six months ago and while Kevin got what was coming for him, Steph was enjoying her best life and couldn’t be happier despite the first wave of insecurity.

After the first month, Keanu just moved into her place already, since he was barely seeing the inside of his own apartment. With the money he was saving by not paying rent, they converted her basement into a soundproof studio so he, Rob and Brett could work on their new album. Steph’s garage now held not only her Audi, but Keanu’s Norton and the prototype of a motorcycle Keanu and Gard were working on, trying to get it into the market so they could make Arch grow.

Her house was suddenly filled with people like never before in her life and Steph didn’t know she loved it this much. She loved sitting at a corner, watching Dogstar play. Taking pictures every now and then, since it was her newest passion ever since she took a break from acting.

She loved acting and she would always love it, but after everything that happened, Steph wanted to make sure she was picking the right roles not only moneywise but because they had an actual message to deliver, much like Katheryn’s movie. Fortunately, she had plenty of savings and slowly as few ad companies were coming back, asking to work with Steph again.

After that mess of a year, it was nice to see things getting into place.

It was nice to be completely happy, be in peace with her career, her romantic life and have friends. They were even thinking about getting a pet together, maybe a rescue dog, though Steph had always been more of a cat person herself. They even had an appointment the Monday morning after the weekend premiere.

If Keanu made it back in time that is. Dogstar had flown over to Seattle to shoot their first music video and since the three of them loved grunge, it would only be fitting that they shot at the birthplace of that music genre.

“All done,” the stylish announced, bringing Steph back from her musings and she looked at the mirror, smiling at the simple, yet elegant side bun in her hair. It fit perfectly with her light makeup and knee-length black dress.

“Thank you so much,” Steph said, walking into the closet to put her dress on while Jean showed the woman out. She was still debating over which shoes to wear when she heard the door again. “Think I should go for the stilettos? I mean, they murder my feet but they’re so pretty…”

“They are,” the deep voice startled her, and Steph turned around quickly to look at Keanu, standing there in a tailored suit, hair neatly combed, looking so perfect. “Especially when you’re only wearing them and your lingerie.”

“Oh my God! You made it!” she all but shrieked, jumping on his waiting arms as Keanu chuckled against her ear.

“Watch the suit. If I get one wrinkle on it, Jean’s gonna murder me,” Keanu commented, putting her down. “You look beautiful.”

“You always say that,” Steph smiled, standing on her toes to meet his lips.

“That’s because you’re always beautiful.”

“You two stop being cute and get your ass in gear,” Jean called from the door. “Car is waiting.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Steph joked, grabbing her shoes and her purse and following Keanu outside.

“Are you ready to do this?” he asked, getting the door for her.

“With you?” Steph asked, pausing in front of him, a huge smile gracing her lips. “Always.”

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In Every Life - Part 4

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He brushed some falling hair out of her face, and she leaned her face into his palm as I did so. A gust of cold wind fell upon them, and she began to shiver. Disregarding society properties, he removed my coat and placed it around her to help keep her warm.

He could tell she appreciated the added warmth. “I’ve always wanted to dance, but my health never allowed it.”

“One day, you will dance. We will dance, even if I have to sweep you off your feet and hold you while I carry you around the dance floor. Come, love. We must get you back to your hotel for some rest.” He felt this sadness for her, especially when her tremors became more noticeable. What could he do to help her, to protect her? He didn’t know, but for now he picked her up bridal style once again and started walking to her hotel, feeling her calm down in his arms and never wanting to let her go.

Bolting upright in bed, Tom took a moment to catch his breath. The dreams were starting again, this time more vividly. It wasn’t the same each time; however, he was always there, or at least a man who looked eerily similar to him. Even moreso, there was her. She was a bit different in each one, but there was no mistaking it. It was her in every single one. Sometimes her hair was a chocolate brown, sometimes curly. Sometimes it was jet black. On one occasion, her hair was a dark blonde. Although he never saw her face, he knew it was the same woman each time.

Every time, though, they were either running into each other, in love, or grieving. The consistency in each scenario was her eyes. They were blue like the ocean after a storm, and sparkled like the stars, nothing he’d ever seen before, not even close. It wasn’t until the last dream or two that he noticed she had a light freckle in the vague shape of a heart on her upper lip, right at the cupid’s bow.

Looking at his watch, it was 5:30 in the morning. Much too early to go to campus. All his papers had been graded. Rather than lay restlessly in bed, he got up to let Bobby go potty early. Grabbing his laptop, he took his dog out into the garden to run around, potty, and just have a good time while he set himself up on his garden bench, making notes about his latest dream.

By this point, Tom kept the document open and at the ready, never knowing when these dreams would pop up. Sometimes the dreams would come every night, sometimes every few days or weeks. After the first few, he started writing them down. Tom had thought about writing a book for some time, but he could never pin down the topic. Inspiration seemed to escape him at every turn, but now it seemed the topic found him.

And something in his gut told him it was important. Each time he had a dream, it felt so incredibly real, as if he were watching footage of something that’d happened years before. It gave him the idea to possibly hire an assistant. His department head had been on him about hiring someone for quite some time saying it would help him with his workload as well as with research for the book he was contemplating on writing. The more he wrote down regarding these dreams, the more he realized his department head (Ian Reynolds) was right.

When Tom arrived on campus, he stopped by Ian’s office. “Ian! How are you this morning?”

“I’m alright. Didn’t sleep well last night, but I’ll live. What can I do for you, Tom?”

He stepped into the department head’s office, hands in his pocket. “I’d like to take you up on your offer for a TA, if it’s still available?”

Ian stood up and stepped around his desk. “Of course! I’ll put out an inquiry with a few people who I think might be a good fit, but of course you’ll have final approval.”

Olivia had to get up early. It was her turn to open the shop today. Luckily it wasn’t far away. Just a few steps out of her door and down the stairwell. She’d opened this bookshop roughly 6 months ago. It happened one day when she was visiting her favorite coffee shop, Deja Brew. She’d become a regular there and had become friends with the owners, Brad and Chad. They’d originally been leasing the space, but the landlord didn’t want to manage the property anymore. The boys (as she liked to call them) were making enough money at that point that they bought the building, finding it was a good investment for them.

After a not so lengthy discussion, they leased the space to her so she could finally set up the bookstore she’d always talked about. Brad and Chad gave her a huge discount on rent, only because it was her. Along with renting the space, there was a tiny apartment just above the store that came as part of the bargain which worked well in her favor. It’d allow her to save the rent money she was paying at her current place.

It took a few weeks, but she got the bookstore setup. Brad and Chad helped where they could. All 3 came up with an arrangement to share employees, making the bookstore more of an extension of the cafe. They even put in a glass door so patrons could go directly from one shop to the other without having to go outside.

Everything came together when the store name was drawn on the front window: The Reading Nook.

It was when she moved into that tiny apartment that the dreams started for her: bits and pieces, but the more dreams she had made her realize she should start writing them down.

And today was no exception.

“Any more of those dreams, Liv?” Chad was curious. Olivia started having these dreams sporadically over the last few months. She’d started making notes about them, thinking it’d make a good story after Louisa’s encouragement.

“Last night I dreamed that I was in a marketplace at a flower stall, and a soldier came up to me to say hello, and we spent some time together. I still couldn’t quite see his face, but everything in me says it was the same guy. This time, he was blonde and in some sort of military uniform.”

“I can’t wait for you to write this book! You are going to, right? You have to! I need to know how this story goes!”

Liv couldn’t stop laughing. “I make absolutely no promises, but if it happens, I’ll let you know”

There were pieces she didn’t tell them about, details gathered over time from various dreams. The worst part was that she could never quite remember his face. While dreaming, she could see it clearly, but once awake, the details seemed to run away from her. Lately it seemed that might change, the picture slowly becoming more clear.

She had to leave. There were a few things she had to take care of today, namely her laundry. Her building didn’t have machines. So she packed up her laundry in a large basket, a book, and a fist full of quarters and headed to the laundromat for the next 3 hours. Thankfully there were 2 machines open when I got there. Once I got my laundry going in the washers, I pulled out my book.

Not even a few pages in, she heard the door open and felt a pair of eyes on her. Looking up, Robert was looking at her while holding his own bag of laundry.

“Fancy meeting you here.” They both laughed.

“I’d think a fancy doctor like you would have your stuff dry cleaned.”

He grinned. “Just for my suits. For everything else, I prefer to slum it.” She laughed so hard that it caused her to snort. As she watched him start his own laundry, she cleared out the seat next to her. He’d brought his own book to entertain himself. Instead, they spent the next couple of hours chatting and laughing.

Oliva woke up with a smile. She usually did when she dreamt of him, whoever ‘he’ was. This time, his name was Robert, a doctor. Pulling out her notebook, she wrote the details of her latest dream. Once finished, she realized it was only Saturday, and her dream seemed to remind her that she had laundry to do. Her tiny flat didn’t come with a washer or dryer, but she came to enjoy her trips to the laundromat. It was a blessing that the laundromat was close, allowing her to walk as her car was a piece of junk and ready to die at any moment.

So just like in the dream, she gathered her dirty clothes into a basket, grabbed a fist full of quarters as well as a book to read and her writing notebook before heading to the laundromat. Her washing machine was on the fritz, and the landlord promised to get it fixed soon. That promise was made 2 months ago.

With it being early on a Saturday, she only managed to snag 1 washing machine meaning she’d be here for quite a while. It was her own fault, really. Putting off laundry until a Saturday? She was lucky to find 1 free machine.

While waiting for her first load to finish, Liv read through some of her dream notes, connecting the dreams that were related. From what she could deduce, most fell into 3 groups. The first one seemed to be from the mid to late 19th century where she was sickly but not entirely sure why. The second one seemed to be occurring during a war? There were a few wars this could have been but her gut said it was The Great War (WWI). And the last one? There was no doubt from the fashion alone that it was set somewhere in the 1970s. There were a small handful that didn’t fit within any of those parameters, but those were few and far between.

Tom heard about a new bookshop that opened just off campus, attached to the coffee shop everyone loved. He didn’t have the chance to make it there, but he was up early on a Saturday morning and decided it would be a good time to finally visit.

Since it wasn’t that far from his apartment, he decided to walk. It was a nice day. The sun was out, and there was a light breeze. His mind wandered back to his recurring dreams and was at the bookstore before he knew it. Looking up, he saw the sign: The Reading Nook. It made him smile. Without further hesitation, he went inside. A clerk was spotted behind the counter asking if he needed any assistance. The clerk couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20.

“Anything I can help you find, sir?” He looked to the clerk, seeing his name was Clark. “Just browsing, but thank you.”

Clark went back to reading his textbook, no doubt studying for an upcoming exam. Tom took his time wandering through the aisles. They had the classics like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice, but it looked like there was also a small section dedicated to local authors, not that there were many. Right now it wasn’t even half a shelf, but the intent could clearly be seen, mostly by the label that said ‘local authors.’ He loved that whomever ran the bookshop wanted to give local authors a space and thought that maybe, just maybe if he finally got his book written, perhaps it could be on that shelf as well.

The entire space was very nicely put together. No doubt about it, though. This shop felt homey, a place he wanted to hang out. Looking to his left, he saw there was an entrance directly into the coffee shop. On both sides were comfy chairs, some with small tables. It looked like the perfect place to get out of his office or apartment and work on grading papers or working on his own book while drinking tea and eating a pastry. Applause was needed for whomever set this all up. They did an amazing job of it.

Looking at his watch, he realized he’d been there for 2 hours already and had to get going. Tom spent so much time exploring and admiring the bookshop that he hadn’t spent any time looking for something he might want and left empty handed. He had laundry to do and had put it off long enough.

In the meantime, Olivia finally finished washing, drying, and (yes) folding her laundry. Using the back door (as per usual), she took it all up to her apartment and put it away before heading back downstairs, wanting to check in how things are going in the store.

“Heya Clark!”

“Hello.”

Clark wasn’t a very chatty person, but he never failed to help customers when they had questions which was fine with her. She knew he was studying when there weren’t customers to help or additional tasks that needed to be done. In fact, she encouraged it as he was in university, and he was one of the very first people she hired.

“How’s today going?” She was curious. Although it was her usual day off, she liked to check in on how things were going.

“It’s been busy off and on. One guy came in this morning for a couple of hours. Didn’t buy anything. Just went about exploring the store.” He sounded bored, but it’s hard to tell if he’s actually bored since that’s how he sounds all the time.

“That’s fine. I like it when people like to just hang out.”

Rather than responding, he nodded and continued his studies. She walked about the store double checking that everything was in order. Pausing by the ‘local authors’ shelf, it was woefully slim. To be fair, she’d only been open 6 months but was eager to expand to give more local authors recognition. One day, hopefully, Olivia would be able to host small book events, perhaps authors reading samples of their work. Right now though? Business was still kind of slow, and she wasn’t sure she had the ability to set up something of that magnitude. Not to mention, she didn’t have any chairs for an occasion like that.

Maybe an open mic night for poets and authors to come and read their works? That was a thought. She’d still need to get chairs for something like that and maybe a podium of sorts. Maybe Brad and Chad might have some ideas?

Thankful for the inside door, she went over to Deja Brew. They were having a lull in their afternoon. So after getting drinks and some pastries (which Chad had hidden to consume later), the three of them chatted.

“I think that’s a great idea! It’d bring in new people, and local writers could get their work heard. You should totally do this!” Brad was super encouraging.

“I’d need to get a number of chairs. Should I get a podium? Or just a small platform? What about….” Chad cut her off.

“Lady, chill. It’s simple. Stick with some folding chairs. Get a small podium. Makes people feel like they have a barrier between them and the audience. We can help advertise on our social media. WHICH, by the way, you still need to finish getting yours set up.”

Olivia groaned. Social media wasn’t something she was into.

“I’ll help you finish getting it set up which shouldn’t take very long. Once that’s done, all you have to do is post pictures of the store and such. Anytime you get a new shipment in, you can post about it. Maybe even use it to have some sort of weekly book recommendation?”

That caught her attention. “Chad, you are brilliant!”

He grinned. “I know. Now go grab your laptop, and we’ll get working on it. We’ll worry about the open mic night later.”

An hour later, her instagram account was set up. He even walked her through how to do posts on her phone which she appreciated. Olivia uploaded a picture she loved of the shop as her first post and listed the address and hours. Brad and Chad were her first followers along with their coffee shop account. On top of that, their next post introduced the “bookshop next door.”

The next morning, she woke up to find over 200 people had followed her account! Hitting a wrong button, her screen refreshed, and she noticed her follower count quickly went up. She took this opportunity to do her second post. This time, it was about the local authors section of her store. It was something she wanted to bring attention to in order to help give them more of an audience.

By late afternoon, it was over 1k and still climbing. In addition to the increased number of followers, there was a DM containing a message that made her smile. It was from a local author named Samantha Loman, not one she’d heard of before. She asked what the process would be to have her self published book on the shelf of local authors. Olivia quickly wrote back that she’d love to meet up to discuss this. After a bit of back and forth, it was agreed that they’d meet the next morning around 9 am.

Isabelle watched from afar as the crown was placed on his head. His father had passed only the night before, but England could not be without a king, not for long. She only stayed long enough to see the coronation. As a peasant, a mere fruiterer's stall in the marketplace, that was all she was allowed. Once the initial coronation was complete, she fled from the castle, trying not to cry. When she entered her home, the dam holding back her tears burst open. Thankfully the house was empty, at least for a while longer. No one would wonder what caused the tears.

She woke up the next morning, eyes still red and puffy from the day before. There was no getting out of handling the stall today. Her father had matters that needed tending to. Thankfully there were several customers to keep her mind occupied. By mid afternoon, there was finally a lull.

A strange woman was seen skulking about the marketplace, not really buying anything. It seemed she wasn’t actually looking for anything. Isabelle felt bad for her, especially when she noticed everyone avoiding the old crone. It seemed the elderly lady might be hungry. As she came closer, Isabelle selected two pieces of fruit, stopping the lady as she was about to pass her stall. “Here,” she said. “You look like you might be hungry, and we have some extra today.”

The lady smiled at her. “You are most correct. Thank you, child. I would pay you for these items, but I do not have any coins with me.” Isabelle smiled at her. “Do not worry. Consider this a gift.” The lady smiled back at her. “Your benevolence shines through your actions, innocent one.. I have one thing to offer, some insight to your current predicament with the newly crowned king.”

Isabelle had been most careful, not mentioning her feelings for the new king to anyone. Despite the absence of communication, a deep and inexplicable connection existed between them, a secret tie that drew her to him without the need for conversation; however, circumstances guaranteed the two would never meet.

Suddenly, the elderly patron froze, her eyes turning a stunning white. When she spoke, it sounded unworldly. “The one you seek, the one for whom you are fated will be found not in this life but in one yet to come.” Isabelle didn’t know how to respond to this especially as she didn’t believe in reincarnation, but the crone’s words felt true to such a point that her heart would not allow her to dispute it.

Olivia was startled awake by her phone. Looking at it, the screen read Clark. He was supposed to be manning the store this morning. “I’m sorry, ma’am. My roommate said he’d give me a ride, but something came up. I’m making my way to the bus stop, but I'll be about half an hour late.”

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “Things happen. I’ll cover for you until you get here. See you soon!”

Clark was always on time, and she couldn’t fault him for something out of his control. Grabbing a large, fluffy towel, she jumped in the shower and got ready for the day. Since she had a meeting with the author this morning, she wanted to dress a little nicer. Forgoing her usual screenprint shirt, she opted for a 3/4 sleeve navy shirt that had some sparkles, feeling like it represented the night sky. Pairing it with a nicer pair of jeans and ballet flats, she threw on the clothes and shoes, grabbed her purse, keys, and sunglasses as it was sunny outside and took them downstairs with her so she could take off as soon as her employee arrived in order to save even a little bit of time.

Things were a bit out of order around the counter and reminded herself to have a chat with the other clerk who typically closed the store. It didn’t take long to get everything back in order before it was time to open the shop.

He’d always been so reliable that she never thought about hiring another person but realized it was definitely time to do so and sent off a text to Chad and Brad asking if they knew anyone who’d be interested.

Half past, Clark finally arrived, apologizing profusely. “Don’t worry about it. Shit happens. I’m just glad you called me.”

Already running late thanks to her employee not showing up on time to run the store once opened, she had to use her crappy car to try to make it on time. Starting the engine, sputtering noises could be heard. “Come on! Please start!” The begging seemed to help as the car finally started up. Pulling out onto the street, she hoped there wasn’t much traffic, especially since it was just past the university. In an attempt to avoid university traffic, she took a shortcut through the nearby neighborhood. Suddenly the car made startling noises. Pulling over to give it a moment to cool down, she reminded herself to take a deep breath. As she did so, the car made a series of sad sounds before shutting itself off. Attempting to get it to start backup, the car protested and emitted smoke from under the bonnet. “Son of a bitch!” This was not how she saw the day going. It was obvious she wouldn’t make the meeting with Samantha and sent her a DM to apologize and reschedule as her car had died. In a fit of frustration, she repeatedly struck the steering wheel with her fists. Giving up, she laid her head at the top of said steering wheel for a moment until there was a knock on her window, jarring her out of her self pity trip.

As the coronation began, I saw her attempting to hide among the crowd. My heart called out to her, but duty prevailed over desire. There was no way around it. Law required me to marry a lady of nobility. It saddened me greatly but even more so when I saw the young lady depart. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her but would likely be the last.

Soon after the coronation, meetings with my council revealed more issues with France. The best solution provided to avoid war was marriage to Catherine of Valois, the daughter of the French king; however, I knew deep in my soul that this princess would never own his heart, for it belonged to another.

On the eve of the wedding, I managed to sneak myself out of the castle, leaving my cursed crown in my chambers and took his horse, galloping through the forest to clear my head. I needed some time alone to think about the events I was being forced to endure. Suddenly, I spotted an elderly crone trip and fall onto the forest floor. Quickly dismounting, I ran over to help her as there was a distinct possibility she may be injured. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” I bent down to help her back up as she indicated she was alright.

“I thank you, young man. I find I have a hard time because these old bones are not as they were in my younger years.”

“Do you live nearby? I would be honored to help you home if you wish to go.” I was concerned for her health, not wanting her to fall again without the aid of someone to help her.

“I will be alright, young man, but for your help and kindness, I have one thing to offer.” I began to protest, saying there was no need to repay me, but I was cut off, sunned as her eyes turned a dazzling white and began to speak in an unearthly voice. “Although your search may not bear fruit in this lifetime, the one who completes you will be found in the future, in another life yet to come.”

I was stunned. How could this crone know the pain held within my heart? For though I was saddened at her prophecy, my soul felt it to be true.

Tom was startled awake from this dream by his alarm. His dreams typically cycled randomly between three different time periods, always him and the same girl, but this was the first time he found himself in this type of setting. Him? A king? It was unfathomable, but he felt the words of the soothsayer ring in his mind. It was the first time his dreams gave indication to soulmates. He thought previously that these dreams were just the creative portion of his dreams finally manifesting story ideas. Could that be all it really was, his dreams toying with him? Or was there an actual connection between them?

It took a few minutes for him to add this latest dream in the document he used in anticipation of writing the story he’d been thinking (well, dreaming) about. Taking longer than he expected, he was glad he had allotted extra time before classes today as per usual. Normally he’d stop for coffee but opted to skip it today. With the university being so close and the weather unusually nice, walking seemed like the better mode of transport today. Gathering his bag with graded papers, laptop, and other supplies, he headed out the door, locking up behind him.

Looking around the neighborhood, it didn’t pass his notice that the neighbor 3 doors down planted new flowers. From what he could tell, they looked like peonies in a variety of colors, mostly purple and white. The only reason he knew what these were was due to them showing up in some of his dreams, causing him to look up the type of flower it was so that he could name them correctly.

Just up ahead, he heard alarming sounds coming from a car that pulled over followed by smoke coming from the front of it. Concerned for the driver, he decided to investigate, just to make sure they were okay and see if they needed help. Approaching, he noticed the driver was beyond frustrated and couldn’t blame them. No one enjoyed car trouble. So he knocked on the window to see if he could offer any assistance. “Are you alright? Can I offer any….”

When the driver looked up to see who was knocking on her window, the breath was knocked out of him. He was gobsmacked, and the driver returned a similar look of shock. She had a look that was strikingly familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger as to why. Tom was certain that he had seen her before, but he just couldn't seem to recall where or when. He wracked his brain, trying to recall her name or where he had met her, but the memory was just elusive enough to evade him.

Olivia raised her eyes to see who was at her car window, only to be met with the sight of a man who looked incredibly familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. She squinted, racking her mental database for any resemblance to a person she knew, but nothing came to mind. As she stared at him through the driver's window, she tried to make sense of the nagging feeling of familiarity that came over her. Rather than be rude, she rolled down her window. “I’m so sorry. It seems my car has decided it no longer wants to operate.”

Olivia stepped out of the car to get a better look for which he was glad. It allowed him a closer look at the beautiful woman he’d stumbled upon. Silence surrounded them, neither knowing what to say, both refraining from getting closer to the other, both closely observing each other.

Normally, the quiet would make two people feel awkward, but with them, it felt peaceful. She was the first to break the quiet. Giving him a small smile, she introduced herself. “I’m Olivia.” He smiled back. “I’m Tom.” Gesturing to her car, he continued. “I know a good mechanic who can come take a look, but it might be a while.”

“I’d appreciate that. I’m hoping it can be revived, but this may be the final nail in its coffin.” Tom smiled at her response. Pulling out his cell, he called the mechanic he used. “Hey, I’ve got a friend whose car has died. Are you able to come take a look at it?” All Olivia could hear was his side of the conversation.

“A tow truck?” He glanced over to Olivia, silently asking if she’d agree to a tow truck to which she nodded. “Yeah, that would be great. How soon can it be here? An hour? That’s not bad. The car’s dead just 3 houses up from mine. So you can use my address on file as the pickup location.” Placing a hand over the phone for a moment, Tom quickly asked her, “do you want to be here when they tow it? Or they can just come get it with the information I’ve given him.”

“They can just take it. That’s fine.”

He went back to his conversation. “She says you can come pick it up without her present. I'll move it in front of my place just in case. You should have the address on file.” He gave the person on the other end of the line the car make, model, color, and license plate before concluding the call. Placing her car in neutral, they pushed it to the front of his house to make it easier for the tow truck to get to. Guiding her inside, he texted Ian to let him know there was a personal matter that needed attending and wasn’t sure when he would make it in today. Ian told him not to worry and would have his classes for the day covered and would see him tomorrow. About an hour later, the tow truck arrived and hauled her car to the shop.

“Would you like something to eat? There's a nice cafe near the mechanic.”

Olivia couldn't hold back a smile. “That sounds nice. I'd like that.” Normally she didn’t get in cars with strangers (except the occasional cab), but something about him felt oddly familiar, comfortable even.

They loaded up in his car and were at their destination shortly after. It was a quaint little place with small tables but a yummy looking selection of treats. While he ordered a scone, she opted for the blueberry muffin. Both items were larger than standard, and they ended up sharing.

“What do you do for a living?” Olivia was curious.

“I'm a professor at the local university, English literature. And you? ”

“I own a bookshop. It's not much, but it's mine.”

He raised an inquisitive brow. “Oh? What's the name of it? I love a good bookshop.”

Olivia felt a bit nervous for some reason. “It's called The Reading Nook.”

His face lit up. “I was just there the other day! Very lovely place! I love how you've set it up.”

She couldn't help her blush, never good at accepting compliments. “I….uh….. thank you.” There was a quiet pause. “Surely you must have work today?”

“I took today off. So I have some free time.”

“What are you doing with the free time given to you?”

He looked down at his boots, as if he were embarrassed. “Me? I’m using it to meet a very pretty lady.”

It was like something clicked. Suddenly, she recognized him: the soldier, the baronet, even the doctor. Just as the realization hit her, Tom had the same recognition: the flower girl from the market, the secretary, and the sickly lady who was poisoned by her mother.

Each felt as if the missing puzzle piece to their hearts fell into place. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. It was as if they were the only 2 people in the entire world. Both had similar thoughts, recognizing each other from their respective dreams. They spoke simultaneously.

“It’s you…..”

Both became quiet again before Tom spoke up. “But how? I thought they were just dreams.”

She shook her head. “I have no idea. I even started writing mine down to possibly base a book off of them.”

“I was doing the same.”

Each pulled out their computers and began to share their files. There were too many pieces of overlapping information to dismiss it as a weird coincidence, but it would take a lot more time to really go through all of it.

“I wonder…..” Olivia spoke.

“Yes?”

She felt silly even suggesting this. “I wonder if these dreams might be….”

“Past lives?” He finished her sentence. She nodded. “There's one way to find out. Research.”

Before they could dive into it, Olivia’s phone started ringing: the mechanic.

“Bad news, I'm afraid. Your radiator is leaking bad, and your engine is barely holding itself together, but the main issue is your fuel injector. It's completely shot. No idea how this car lasted this long.”

Olivia let out a deep sigh. “Can it be fixed?”

The mechanic let out a soft laugh. “Technically yes, but it would cost you so much that it'd be cheaper for you to sell this for parts and buy a new car. If you decide to do that, I'll make you an offer on this vehicle.”

Olivia groaned. “I'll have to think about it for a bit.”

“Not a problem, ma'am. We'll hold onto it for you until you decide.” With that, she hung up the phone.

“Not good news, I take it?”

She shook her head. “He said it'd be cheaper to just buy another car and sell the current one for parts.” She buried her face in her hands. “What am I going to do? I can't afford a new car.”

Tom moved around to sit next to her and pulled her into his arms. His comforting hold along with his musky scent helped her find some calm. “We'll figure it out. Don't you worry.”

They discussed what little they’d found for the next hour or two before Liv got a call saying she was needed back at the bookstore. Tom happily volunteered to take her, knowing where it was. When they arrived, Clark was frantic. He had a family emergency and had to go to his parents, probably for a few days. Olivia shooed him out of the store saying that family comes first before turning back to Tom. “Looks like I’ll be covering his shifts for a while which is fine.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Tom wanted to be of service somehow not to mention he didn’t want to leave her presence just yet. Looking around, there were a few customers in the store. One older gentleman looked like he had a question. So rather than wait for Olivia to respond, he went to assist, especially as she was currently ringing up a customer.

This was how the remainder of the day played out. When there weren’t patrons to help, Tom worked on putting books back where they belonged and tidying the shelves while Olivia went through financial books.

Neither of them noticed Brad and Chad observing them from next door.

Once the shop was finally closed, Tom and Olivia sat down in the comfy chairs by the doors that joined her shop to the coffee shop next door. “Thank you so much for your help today. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

He smiled back at her. “I was more than happy to help. Still am if you need more help while Clark is out.”

“Be careful. I might just take you up on that.” Liv let out a small laugh, secretly hoping Tom would show up, not necessarily to help, but she enjoyed his presence and realized that although they had just met that morning, she was quickly becoming attached to him. What she didn’t realize was that Tom was also quickly becoming attached to her.

Before parting, they exchanged numbers.

When she checked in on her store’s instagram site, the number of followers had tripled from that morning and continued to rise.

Suddenly her phone ping’d.

Chad: I found the perfect person for you. Says they can start as soon as tomorrow.

Olivia: That would be great! Clark is out for a few days, and I could use someone sooner rather than later.

Chad: What time do you want them there?

Olivia: The store opens tomorrow at 10. If they can come at 9, I can spend some time with them going over a few things.

Chad: Sounds good.

Olivia: What’s his/her name?

Chad: Their name is Rain (pronouns they/them)

Olivia: Good to know. I don’t want to accidentally offend my new employee on their first day.

At 9 AM on the dot, there was a knock on the shop door. There stood a shorter individual, maybe 5’4” with short, dark brown hair and a look of complete confidence and badassery. Olivia already had a feeling this would work out well and let them in.

“Thank you so much for starting on such short notice!”

Rain smiled back at them. “Not a problem! I go to the local university and have been looking for a part time job. I overheard Chad yesterday at the cafe asking Brad if he knew anyone looking for work, and I just kinda shoved myself in there.”

Olivia laughed. “I’m glad you did! What’s your major?”

“Digital and Social Media Management.”

“Holy shit, really?”

Rain nodded.

“I just got my instagram page up and going, but the whole thing confuses me. I’ve never been great at that kind of thing.”

Rain smiled. “I’d be happy to take a look!”

Olivia was so happy she could just scream. “That’d be fantastic! But let me show you around the store first.” They spent the next 45 minutes going around the store, Olivia showing them where different sections were before showing them how the register worked.

“Have you thought about upgrading to a more digital register platform?”

Olivia shook her head. “I have a hard enough time with my new IG account. I think a digital register would make my brain explode.”

Rain laughed. “They’re super easy. There was one at my last job. If you want, I can show you which one they had, and it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes to teach you how to use it. Once it’s set up, it’s pretty self explanatory.” They pick it all up very quickly. Once the store opens and customers start coming in, Rain really shines. Olivia makes a note to get name tags made. In fact, Chad and Brad have extras next door with a label maker that she can use in the meantime.

“Hey Rain. I’ll be right back. Can you hold down the fort for about 15 minutes?” Rain says it’s not a problem.

When Olivia checks in at Deja Brew, she lets herself behind the counter. The staff there knows her and doesn’t say anything. Going into the back office, she spots Brad. “Hey. Do you still have some extra name tags?”

“Yeah, babe.” He opens a drawer and pulls some out along with the label maker. “Whacha want them to say?” He asks this, knowing Olivia is helpless with this kind of thing. 10 minutes later, Olivia goes back to her shop with 4 name tags: hers, Rain’s, Clark’s, and an extra blank one as a just in case and gives one to Rain. “I’ll get better ones made, but here you go in the meantime.” Rain saw that not only did each of the tags have names but also pronouns, and it meant a lot that Olivia got their pronouns correct. “Thanks!” Rain then happily put their name tag on.

“I want to look into getting aprons for everyone in the store as a kind of ‘uniform,’ but I haven't found one I really like yet.”

This made them smile. “I can definitely help with that!”

Olivia grinned. “Careful there, Rain. I may not let you go if you keep this up!”

They smiled and laughed a bit. “Not a problem with me!”

About an hour after opening, she heard the bell chime: a customer arrived. Looking towards the front, it wasn’t just any customer.

“Tom? What are you doing here?”

He simply grinned back at her. “I had a feeling with Clark out that you might need some help today? Or perhaps just some company?” Just as he finished his question, he noticed a new person behind the register. “Ah, I see you’ve already got some.”

“Rain is my newest employee. Just started this morning. I love them already!” This made Tom happy. A slew of people came in behind him, cutting off her reply. Olivia turned to help them, but Rain was already on it, helping a couple who came in together. Tom went to help someone who came in by themself, and Olivia observed, waiting to see if anyone else needed help. It was unusually busy for a Saturday morning.

When Rain was finished helping customers, Olivia took the opportunity to go over their school schedule in order to set up their shift schedule. “I don’t want you to miss any classes or be late because of me, and I want to make sure you have plenty of time to study, which you’re welcome to do here when it’s dead or even when you’re off the clock.”

They were able to agree on a schedule that worked for both of them, some of the shifts overlapping a bit with Clark.

Rain stayed through closing, agreeing to come in the next day as well to continue learning the ropes. Well, more to make sure they didn't have questions but would also start working on the shop's Instagram page.

Tom stayed all day as well, having brought the notes he wrote down about his dreams, only having left long enough towards closing to pick up food for him and Olivia. Italian food was selected for which Olivia was grateful. Not only was she starving, but Italian was also her favorite.

They chatted over dinner about things like books and personal interests. When dinner was finished, Olivia invited him up to her apartment as she hadn't brought her computer to the bookshop that day.

“You have a lovely place! It's also a very convenient location.”

She couldn't hold back a smile. “It's nice living just above my shop. Helps reduce travel time.” Tom laughed at her bad joke.

Olivia grabbed her computer, and they went about comparing notes for a while. They placed a copy of their notes on a shared file, using a third page to coordinate names, dates, and locations. There was so much to go through, and it got later and later into the night.

Taking a break, Olivia made some tea and brought out some biscuits.

Before she realized it, she'd fallen asleep, her head sliding down to land softly on Tom's shoulder. He didn't have the heart to move and wake her up. He leaned his head back and fell asleep shortly himself.

Robert took his wife to a movie as she'd been complaining that they never went out anymore. Emma'd been acting peculiar, and if this is what it took to help her feel better, then he'd go out with her more often. He noticed she was going out more and more on her own and wanted to somehow show her that he was still in this marriage with her, even if he didn't quite feel it himself. Something in him said she was having an affair, but he dismissed it. If she was truly that unhappy, he thought she would talk to him. When they arrived at the Rialto, popcorn and drinks were purchased, and seats were selected. It was looking to be a sold out show. Emma left to use the toilets while Robert held their seats.

Likewise, Audrey and George were visiting London in early December for his work trip, and she was itching to go see the new Christmas movie Miracle on 34th Street starring Maureen O'Hara, having loved her movie The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

They arrived a few minutes late, having gotten a bit lost getting there. George went to get treats from the concessions stand while Audrey scouted out seats, finding an empty seat here and there before spotting 2 together. She maneuvered herself to take the one furthest in and placed her coat over the seat next to her for her husband. Without thinking about it, she went to place her arms on the arm rests and startled herself by finding it was already occupied. Looking to her left, she started to apologize.

Robert had been watching the dancing drink and popcorn on the screen when someone's arm landed on top of his. Looking to his right, he was getting ready to give them the ‘why don't you look where you put that arm’ but found himself, instead, getting lost in the eyes of a complete stranger, a beautiful woman who he had to remind himself was not his wife.

When Audrey locked eyes with him, she forgot for a moment that she was already married. Both sat there feeling a jolt of electricity from the touch, mesmerized until their respective partners took their seats.

Both had issues paying attention to the film in front of them. Rather, their fingers slowly found the others, entwined in a forbidden hold there in the dark with someone that was not their spouse while their partner’s eyes were glued to the screen. It started with a pinky tapping her hand and ended with holding hands under the arm rest. Occasionally his knuckles would brush along her thigh causing her cheeks to turn pink, even more glad for the darkness of the theatre. When the movie came to an end…

Tom and Olivia woke up holding hands in the same manner, fingers entwined. Looking at each other, they didn't have to speak to know they had the same dream.

To say they became inseparable would be an understatement. While the next few days were extremely busy for them both, they spent as much time together as they could, even as far as Tom bringing student papers to her shop to review while she helped customers.

Things eased up when Clark returned. His dad had been in an accident but thankfully made a swift recovery. He and Rain hit it off as friends when they got a chance to meet. Well, at least as much as he could show enthusiasm which wasn't much.

Rain settled themself in nicely, revamping the shop's social media page, even creating the book of the week suggestion as well as “blind date” with a book.

Olivia and Tom were able to spend more time over the next few days, working on the notes about their dreams, and found some information.

Olivia found the first connection. “This article from 1974 talks about a Valerie Hutton who was shot during a gas station robbery gone wrong. It says she was there with her fiance, Robert Laing.” That’s what they called him in his dream with Valerie.

The next find was from Robert. “I managed to find a record for Captain James Nicholls. It says here that he fought in the great war but died in battle.”

“That would be World War I, right?” Robert nodded.

The site he found had some good information, including a picture as well as an unsent letter from Captain Nicholls that was seemingly preserved as it was in his tent and subsequently placed in a file, found years later and uploaded to a WWI preservation site.

Olivia managed to find an article regarding the death of Valerie Hutton.

The most startling article they found regarded a building collapse killing all residents, including one Dr. Robert Laing.

The more they found, the harder and harder it was to deny their unspoken theory about soulmates and reincarnation, though they never did find any information about their shared dream regarding the movie. Nothing was found for Grace Narracott, and the only mention of Josephine was from the obituary of Sir Thomas Sharpe.

“Highgate cemetery. That’s not too far from here. Perhaps a trip is in order?” Olivia quickly agreed. Looking at the time, it was only mid-afternoon. The bookshop was manned by both Rain and Clark who kept things running like clockwork. Tom and Olivia decided it was as good a time as any to go check it out. When looking on the cemetery website, they were able to get a general idea of where to look.

While Tom started the car, Olivia picked up 2 hot chocolates from next door as it was getting colder these days. Tom input the address into his GPS, ready to go once Olivia climbed in. “Thank you, darling.” He took a sip, and his eyes brightened. “This may be the best hot chocolate I’ve had in a very long time!”

She smiled. “I’m glad you like it! It’s my favorite.” They sipped their drinks and chatted as the GPS guided them to Highgate. Along the way, they chatted a bit about their findings and finished their hot chocolate.

When they arrived, Tom looked at the plot coordinates provided and searched around for markers which Olivia was able to find. They were able to find a place to park nearby where Thomas and Josephine should be buried.

After about 25 minutes, they finally found it.

Something about being at the grave of 2 individuals they had dreams about electrified the air. This spot felt both foreign yet familiar at the same time. Any lingering doubts disappeared as they looked at each other, gazing into one another’s eyes. Before either realized what they were doing, Tom’s arms were wrapped around her as Olivia’s wrapped around his neck, lost in a searing kiss that could be felt across time itself as if the missing link from the chain was finally complete.

18 months later

Olivia and Tom stood at the small podium in her bookshop in front of a packed store. “Thank you so much for coming to support our book! We’ve spent so much time working on this and are extremely proud of how it turned out.”

One person raised their hand. “How did you come up with the idea?”

Tom laughed. “I guess you could say it came to us in a dream.”

They wrote and published the book as fiction, especially since most of what they’d dreamt about couldn’t be proven with any amount of research. Plus, a number of people would probably think Tom was nuts to say he was a reincarnation of King Henry V.

The event was catered by Deja Brew, and local members of the press were in the audience. It didn’t even take 2 months for it to reach the top 10 best seller list in the New York Times, Amazon, and other book sites. People couldn’t get enough of it.

Not only was their book a huge success, the shop became immensely popular. A lot of thanks for that was due to Rain and their ingenuity on the shop’s instagram page, so much so to the point that although they weren’t going to graduate for another 6 months, companies were already reaching out, interested in hiring them.

Clark continued to work part-time at the store, having another year to go at university.

As for Tom and Olivia? They married a few months prior to the book launch. To say they were happy would be an understatement. Their book agent had them scheduled for several appearances for quite some time; however, they had to limit how many appearances they would be doing and for how long.

Why?

They found out 2 days after the initial book launch that they were expecting. Tom and Olivia would welcome a baby boy on March 3rd: Henry Thomas Hiddleston.

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Private Party, One shot

Summary: Robert Laing enjoyed the parties held in the high rise, especially the New Year’s Eve parties. They were always a blast, usually lasting a lot longer than just one night. But this one was extra special, because his eye was captured by the newest young resident of the high rise.

The both of them bring in the New Year with a bang.

Just some dirty smut with a Dominant Laing.

When Robert laid eyes upon her, she was dancing with a bottle of champagne in her hand, chugging straight from the bottle.

Richard Wilder was chatting to Robert, but he wasn’t listening anymore, not now that his eye had been caught. Wilder noticed though and smirked. ‘Ah, you’ve spotted the fresh meat.’

‘What floor is she from?’ Robert asked, taking another puff of his cigarette before handing it to Wilder.

‘She’s below you.’ Wilder then chuckled. ‘I am guessing soon to be literally too.’

Robert looked at his friend and winked, then started prowling across the room towards her.

When she spotted Robert coming towards her, with meaningful and determined steps, she felt a stirring down below. He was wearing a suit, with a loose tie and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. His hair was a little messy from the party that had been going on all day, even though it was only eleven at night, still an hour to go before the bells.

Before Robert reached the new beauty, he had managed to grab an unopened bottle of prosecco from the table in passing. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her flush against his body, she could feel a bulge pressing against her stomach already.

‘Why hello there, aren’t you a pretty little thing?’ He purred into her ear, making her shiver.

‘You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.’ She smirked up at him.

Robert chuckled and tightened his arm around her as he tilted his head to the side. ‘Why don’t we go and have our own party?’

She didn’t need to be asked twice as she allowed the Doctor to whisk her away to his apartment with the bottle of prosecco. Robert opened it on the way and they kept taking turns drinking it. By the time they reached his apartment, it was almost finished.

As soon as they got in the door, Robert slammed her against the wall and started kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She dropped the bottle in surprise, neither of them cared that it smashed at their feet.

Their hands were all over each other, in one another’s hair making a mess. Robert grabbed hold of her thighs and hiked her up, pushing against her so she could feel his bulge very evidently against her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then he carried her outside to his balcony. They could hear the music from the party upstairs blaring down.

Robert put her down on the table and stopped kissing her long enough to tug at her dress, pulling the neck down far enough to reveal her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he had good enough access to squeeze at them, dipping his head down he suckled on her nipples in turn, making her throw her head back in pleasure as his tongue lavished her.

She reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers, squeezing him. ‘Oh my! You are a big boy indeed.’ She giggled, feeling the length of him as he grew harder.

‘Ohh fuck!’ Robert moaned and bucked against her hand.

He stopped fondling her breasts and stepped back out of reach so he could undo his tie. ‘Stand up.’ He growled as he pulled it off.

‘What are’ She was cut off when Robert spun her around roughly and grabbed her wrists, forcing them behind her he swiftly restrained her hands behind her back. ‘Ooooh!’ She cooed excitedly.

He flipped her dress up and gave her ass a smack, making her gasp in delighted surprise. Robert guided her over to the edge of the balcony, forcing her to lean forward over the edge so her breasts were hanging over the wall.

Robert tore her panties clean off and quickly stuffed them into his pocket for later. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free, he wasted no more time as he stepped right up against her and slapped her pussy a few times with his cock, making the both of them moan. He could feel how wet she was for him already.

‘You naughty little slut. Letting a complete stranger take you back to his apartment to ravage you.’ He nipped on her earlobe as he pushed the tip of his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure as she was forced to accommodate him.

‘Ohhhh yes! Please, fuck me!’ She screamed when he was sheathed halfway inside her.

‘With pleasure.’ Robert growled.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he tugged hard, forcing her head right back so she could see him from above her, upside down. His nostrils were flaring as he started pounding into her, the buckle on his belt was slapping against her harshly, but she didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t the only pain she felt, her scalp burned under his grip and her hands were squashed between her back and his body as he moulded himself to her while he fucked her over the edge of his balcony.

The angle wasn’t quite right for Laing though. So he pulled out of her, making her whine in disappointment. But she was turned around and lifted up so her ass on was on the wall, putting her in an even more dangerous predicament.

But it was perfect for Robert as she was able to wrap her legs around him at the right height and his cock slid smoothly back into her. She cried out again as her walls welcomed him in, squeezing him tightly as he hit spots within her she didn’t know existed. The new position allowing him to get much deeper.

Her hands grasped at thin air behind her as the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix, making her cry out in a mixture of utter bliss and pain.

One of his large and capable hands was splayed across her back, making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards to her death while he thrust into her repeatedly, hard. Perhaps fucking her to death instead, which was a much better way to go, she decided.

His other hand was back in her hair, forcing her head right back so he had all the access to her neck that he wanted. Sucking and biting her, leaving his mark on her for everyone to see.

She couldn’t stop moaning as he fucked her into oblivion, she started to cum repeatedly on his cock. Robert was able to push through it, he was enjoying her far too much to be done with her so soon. So even as he came for the first time, he didn’t pull out and emptied himself into her, filling her up so much that she felt his seed oozing out of her when he started thrusting again.

The squelching and lewd noises that came from between their bodies was drowned out by the roaring and cheering from upstairs as they started to count down to the New Year.

When the clocks struck midnight, Robert came inside her once again, setting off another orgasm for her too.

Both of them were panting and trembling as Robert pressed his sweaty forehead against hers. ‘Well, Happy New Year.’ He grinned.

‘Happy New Year indeed.’ She giggled.

When Robert pulled out of her, he stepped backwards and took her with him so she was safely on the ground again. She thought that was it over, but did wonder when Robert didn’t release her wrists from behind her back. Instead, he started removing his belt from the loops while he watched her intently, licking his lips.

‘You don’t think this is over already, do you?’ He asked with a smirk as he moved in close to her again.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She said as he slid his belt around her neck and made a loop out of it through the buckle so it turned into a slip lead of sorts. She gasped as he tugged her towards him, making it tighten around her neck.

‘This party is only just beginning, pet. And it lasts for days.’ He grinned.

She looked down and saw he was hard again. Without needing to be told, she sank down onto her knees beneath him with a smirk.

#tom hiddleston #robert laing #Dr Robert Laing #high rise #fan fiction #one shot #private party #robert laing x OFC

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just-the-hiddles · 5 years ago

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Weekend Reading | July 3, 2020

Hello, my little firecrackers! Another weekend reading! I apologize for the lateness, I slept in on my day off after a very long and exhausting Thursday! Anyway, here we go..

Butterfly into Chains by @fanficshiddles Tom Hiddleston, David Tennant, Michael Fassbender, Chris Evans, Benedict Cumberbatch x OFC- An A/B/O fic with a delightfully dark twist. This is classic fanficshiddles. Obviously, it will deal with some darker themes, so if you don’t like, please don’t read. LINKED TO AO3.

A Forest Interlude by @villainousshakespeare Prince Hal x OFC- Hal is shameless flirt and horn dog in this. And I am HERE FOR IT!! It is so on point and the OFC, Nell, shuts him down, which I love!! A must read series! LINKED TO AO3

Don’t Worry I Will Make You Feel Better by @lowhostrikesback Dr. Robert Laing x Reader- Smutiness from our own Lowho. YUM!!!! Read it and love it!!

Where Do You I Think I Went Wrong? by @mostly-marvel-musings Loki gen fic- This is a very epistolary. A very interesting take on Loki. Haunting. Take a read!!!

Sticks and Stones by @what-just-happened-bro Loki x Reader- It is twisted, hot, and panty dropping. Loki is at his height of smutty mischief making in this. I could re-read this on a loop

Until next week! And we are coming up on the one year anniversary of Weekend Reading, should I do something special? Let me know!!!

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frostbitten-written · 5 years ago

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So, you wanna request a fic...

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What kind of fanfics do you write?

I typically write one-shots, on occasion, I work on multi-chaptered fics. I do write smut, fluff and angst. I tend to write for Mr Tom Hiddleston, Lucifer (Netflix) and Supernatural.

I did enjoy Vampire Diaries, Good Omens, Sherlock and The Originals once upon a time. I could attempt them, but I don’t guarantee!

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Notes: I don’t write for Y/N or reader. I tend to write in the third person and on occasion first person.

Also, my OCs, for the most part, have anonymous identities. I know that is quite the oxymoronic phrase, but let me explain. I try to make my work as inclusive as possible. To accomplish this, I try not to add any details that would make you believe that the character is one race over another. The idea is for the character to be uniform enough that no matter your race, you can still relate and mentally fill in details, specific to your race.

Ex: When he plays with her hair: you can imagine what hair colour, hair type, hairstyle, etc. (I don’t specify too much, but I give just enough information.)

Sometimes, though, I do like to try and explore ethnic characters, respectfully, but for the most part, my characters remain anonymous.

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Although I usually default to smut, I do also write non-smut fics!

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What characters can I request?

Note: Although I do so sometimes, I don't like to write for real people. I try to avoid it as much as possible, but when an idea comes a-knockin' it happens. I kindly ask that you don't request for real people. I could write the same plot, but for a character.

I write fics for Tom Hiddleston's characters! That list includes Professor Hiddleston, CEO / Jaguar Villain Tom, Jonathan Pine, Loki, Dr Robert Laing, Captain James Conrad, Sir Thomas Sharpe, (Hiddleston’s rendition of) Hank Williams and Adam. I could try to give his other characters a go, but I don’t guarantee that they would be in really good characterisation.

I also write for Supernatural. Typically, I stick to Dean Winchester and Castiel (not Destiel, but x OC), however, I might be able to try writing for other characters after reading the request, so don’t hesitate to ask because you never know!

Lucifer is too tempting to resist. He’s been around for quite a while, and he’s also fun to write for. Again I typically only write for him (possibly Mazikeen) so keep that in mind, but same rules apply. I could always give another character a shot.

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Hiddleston character x OFC

SPN x OFC

Lucifer x OFC

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Dubious consent

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Incest

Underage

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fanficshiddles · 4 years ago

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Descent Into Madness, Chapter 3

Violet was trembling from head to toe as Robert started undressing her.

He reached behind her and expertly unhooked her bra with one hand, a cheeky smirk on his face. He slid the straps down from her shoulders and let it fall off her.

She reached up to try and hide herself, but Robert took hold of her wrists and pulled them down by her sides again. ‘No, no, baby. Don’t hide your body from me.’ He growled low.

‘Please… I’m really not sure about this.’ She said anxiously.

Robert cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb against her. He slid his other hand up her side, lightly tickling her as he reached the side of her breast. She gasped slightly as he cupped her gently before brushing his thumb across her nipple.

‘Just relax, pet. I will look after you.’ He whispered huskily into her ear, then he started kissing down her neck until he found her sweet spot that made her moan.

He zoned in on that spot, sucking and nibbling while his hands continued to roam across her upper body. She was becoming aroused, her nipples were hardened peaks and she could feel jolts of arousal shooting down between her thighs every time he stroked her nipples.

Robert started kissing down her body, he made his way down her chest and stopped there for a while to suck each nipple in turn. Then he continued his journey South. He took his time getting her jeans down, kissing her stomach at the same time until he got her jeans and knickers off in one.

‘Step out of them, pet.’ He tapped her lower leg and she did as he said, allowing him to move her clothes completely out of the way.

He trailed his fingers up and down her legs, then gently had her widen her stance. She closed her eyes, unable to look at him down there now she was completely bare and vulnerable to him.

Robert kissed her abdomen and slowly worked his way further down, until he was kissing over her mound. She let out a small whimper, now he was getting closer...

‘So beautiful, pet. I can’t wait to have you.’ He growled and cupped her with his large hand, making her gasp in surprise at feeling him against her.

‘This lovely pussy is going to belong to me.’ Robert slid his hand back and fore for a moment first, then he slipped his fingers through her folds and gently massaged her. ‘I’m going to fill you up so nicely, make you feel so good, darling.’

She did start to feel good, just like he said. Her body started to react well to him, getting more and more aroused the longer he played with her. When he brought his finger over her clit, she bucked forward slightly, making him chuckle.

‘Let’s get you more comfortable.’ He removed his hand from between her thighs, she was slightly disappointed at the loss of his touch. But it didn’t last long as he stood up straight and gently led her over to his bed.

He had a cheeky smirk on his face as he lifted her up and then carefully lay her down on the bed. She was slightly surprised at his strength for lifting her. It made her nerves rocket sky high again as he crawled over the top of her, straddling her. His strong thighs pinning her down at either side of her as he took her wrists and dragged her arms slowly up above her.

Robert kissed her neck and then moved to her lips, making her heart race with a gentle kiss. He slowly moved his lips against hers, then slipped his tongue into her mouth which was a weird feeling for her. But she slowly began to enjoy it, the way his tongue moved skilfully against hers.

He gathered her wrists into one hand and brought his now free hand down to stroke her side gently, before sliding downwards and moving between her thighs, while his tongue continued to distract her.

She was nice and wet now, still not quite as wet as he would like for taking her for the first time. So he slid his long fingers through her folds, rubbing over her clit that was rather sensitive now. She bucked up against his hand, making him chuckle against her lips.

‘Does that feel good, baby? Hmm?’ He grinned, opting to suck and nibble on her neck now, finding that sweet spot that made her body turn to complete jelly.

He rubbed across her clit continuously, pulling small moans and gasps out of her.

‘You haven’t answered me.’ He growled, putting more pressure on her clit that made her mind turn to mush. She let out a garbled answer as she nodded quickly, making him chuckle again.

‘Good girl.’ He purred, focusing on her clit with his thumb.

He slowly pressed a finger into her pussy, gasping against her skin at how tight she was just around his finger. She whined and tried moving away from him, but he tightened his hold on her wrists and kept slowly pushing into her, not letting her move away from his long digit.

‘Shhh, relax, pet. You are more than ready to take my fingers.’ He whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, pushing his finger in further through her tightness. Robert could feel her walls contracting hard around him, god he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her.

It felt weird having his finger inside of her, wiggling around, but it felt really good finally feeling something inside while he played with her clit too.

‘Come on, pet. Let yourself go, I want to see you cum.’ He said firmly.

Violet squirmed and moaned in delight as he brought her to orgasm, she could feel it deep within her bones from head to toe, making her feel incredible.

‘Beautiful.’ Robert hummed, kissing her lips softly.

While she had been in the throes of her orgasm, he had inserted another finger rather easily into her. Her body allowing him in, but squeezed down hard on his two fingers.

As she took a moment to catch her breath, Robert released her hands so he could start undressing himself. He quickly shrugged off his shirt and was in the process of taking off his trousers when she started to focus again. She blushed hard when she looked at his body, taking his beautiful self in.

But her eyes widened when she looked further down and saw his cock, hard and straining towards her. He was big… She panicked, there was no way he would fit inside of her.

‘Robert… I can’t, please… You won’t fit.’ She said shakily, pushing weakly at his chest.

‘Shhh, baby. It’s alright. Daddy will take care of you.’ Robert soothed, cupping her cheek.

As he moved his body down between her thighs again, getting into position, his cock rubbed against her inner thigh and smeared his pre cum against her skin, making her shiver.

‘Just relax and let me in, baby. You will enjoy it, I promise.’ He purred, pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance. But she had tensed right up, so he began kissing the spot on her neck that made her gasp.

He slid an arm underneath her body so he could cradle her up against him closer. With his other hand he slid it down between them both so he could start teasing her clit again, distracting her enough while he very slowly started to press forward, his cock finally breaching her lovely wet pussy.

‘Ohhh, yes. Daddy’s cock is going to fit so snugly inside of you.’ He growled and bit down on her neck, making her yelp. But it sent a strong rush of arousal through her body, making her clit throb and Robert felt that was the right moment to push in.

So he did. And he was able to force his cock halfway into her, making her whimper and writhe underneath him.

It was a weird stretching feeling for her, slightly painful but not enough to need him to stop as such.

‘Ohh god. You’re so tight, darling. I’m not going to last long if you keep this up.’ He grinned and kissed her sloppily, covering her whimpers and moans.

He slid his hand down to her bum, angling her up against him more. It was then as if he had flicked a switch with the different angle, he was able to slide further into her until he was balls deep. He felt a rush of her arousal cover his cock, making him shudder above her.

Robert paused and allowed her time to adjust to him, even if she was so utterly tight it took everything within him to not cum already. So he distracted himself by focusing on her clit, that was flushed even further out now his cock was in her. And he concentrated on sucking and nibbling her neck, letting her moans and whimpers fall free.

‘Mmm, how do you feel, pet?’ Robert asked as he twitched within her, making her gasp again.

‘I… I…’ Violet couldn’t get words out at all. When Robert gripped her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him, she completely bottled it. Having his cock firmly inside of her didn’t help either, she couldn’t focus at all.

Robert grinned and started moving slowly, pulling back only an inch or two before thrusting in again. The more he moved, the more relaxed she became… and wetter too.

He continued rubbing her clit and it took no time at all to make her orgasm again, this time all over his cock. It felt incredible for both of them, Robert followed suit and came inside of her.

‘Ohhhh, yes! That’s it, baby!’ He cried out as he spilled into her.

Robert pressed his body down against her and slid both arms around her, rolling them onto their sides as his cock slipped out of her. She could feel his sperm dripping out against her thighs.

‘Mmm, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?’ He asked as he lazily stroked her back.

‘I… I guess not.’ She whispered so quietly, he almost didn’t hear her.

‘Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from, my pet.’ He nuzzled his nose into her hair, smiling widely.

With her cradled in his arms, he thought back to four days ago with a big smirk…

Robert had gone down to the lower floors and spoke to two guys there. Things were slightly more chaotic down there, people fucking in the hall, smashed bottles everywhere and the smell of drugs was heavy in the air.

But he ignored everything going on, as he had his own goal.

‘There’s this lovely little thing on the twenty fourth floor, apartment five. I want you two to keep an eye on when she comes out. Make a scene, grab her and try to take her down here. But call me first, I want to come and act the hero.’ Robert winked at the two guys and handed them some money.

‘Sure thing, Doc!’ One of the guys said with a big grin as he counted the money straight away.

‘Make sure you call me, if I find out you’ve taken her for yourself, I will make your life hell.’ Robert said to them both with a firm glare.

‘Don’t worry, we will call you.’ The second guy promised with a nod.

#Tom Hiddleston #Robert Laing #high rise #Doctor Robert Laing #fan fiction #descent into madness #robert laing x OFC

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