#Lewis tan fanfiction

[baby-alien11]

Like in the movie

Lewis Tan x Afro-Latina reader

A/N: I decided to fix the situation about Lewis Tan fics (english is not my first language)

Summary: You didn't think that a walk with your dog could turn into meeting a star

Warnings: just fluff, overdose of cuteness, first time writing on tumblr

When you booked the vacations to Hungary, you knew that you couldn't leave your precious corgie of six months, Nugget, at home, sure, your parents could take care of her, but you prefered to travel with your precious baby

Fortunely for both of you, the usually cold weather of Budapest turned into a sunny day, which allowed you to take a walk in a park nearby your hotel

"This is nice, right?", you asked your dog while walking, "It's good for us, you know, having a little of sun"

In response, Nugget just barked making you smile

"Thanks for agreeing with me", you smiled, "Maybe you can meet another dogs"

During a few minutes, you continued walking until you found a bench to rest for a little time, while giving Nugget water and a few treats, while also taking sips of water for yourself, but with your little potato nothing is calm, because in a brief moment when you let go of the leash, Nugget took the opportunity to run away from you

"Nugget!" You scream, quickly taking your things, to run after her, "Come here, you little naughty!"

After what it felt like an eternity, you finally spotted Nugget sitting next to a small pug, causing you to sigh of relief

"There you are, baby", you smile kneeling next to the dogs, "And you make a friend, what's your name cutie?"

"Bear!"

At the moment of hearing that, the pug stand on her four legs barking of happinnes, making you smile while standing up with Nugget in you arms, watching a guy no more older than you running in your direction

"Oh my god, baby, you scared me", the guy sighed in relief taking the dog in his arms, "Don't do that again"

Hearing that, you let a small laugh of cuteness, making him to pay attention to you

"Sorry for that", he apologized, "Sometimes Bear gets to energetic, I'm Lewis, by the way"

"Don't worry, is the same with Nugget", you shrugged, "I'm Y/N, and I think I've seen you before, you seem a little familiar"

"Actually I'm an actor, I'm here for work"

In that moment, the engines in your brain started to work, remembering were you'd seen his face

"No way! You're playing Tolya in Shadow and Bone!", you exclaimed with exciment making him laugh, "I love the books!"

"Please tell me Tolya is your favorite character", he basically begged in a joke mode

"Actually is Tamar and Jesper, but Tolya is pretty badass too"

"And you just won my heart with that", Lewis joked making you laugh, "Hey, I'm here with Anna who plays Tamar, do you and Nugget want to come to hang out?"

"I'd love to, but I need to go back to my hotel", you sighed, "I need to see a few things of my business"

"Oh! You're your own boss", Lewis joked again, "What kind of business is?"

"I sell jewelry online, mostly by Instagram"

"Well, I'm happy for you"

"I can say the same for you, and I hope to see you again"

With a last smile, you and Nugget turn around to go back to the hotel, while Lewis did the same but to return to the picnic blanket were Anna was waiting for him laying on the floor.

"What take you so long, little brother?", Anna asked

"Bear made a friend, and the owner and I just talked for a while", Lewis responded, "She was nice"

"You had a 101 Dalmatians moment, like in the movie", Anna joked, "Did you get her number?"

"Unfortunately not, but her name in Y/N"

"Nice name, lets find her on Instagram"

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Of course, I'll tell the girls to help"

"She also said that she is a fan of Shadow and Bone, and Tamar is her favorite character"

"I like her more!"

So, this is my first time writting on Tumblr (i'm already a writter with six fics on wattpad) and lets see how this goes, and I hope all of you liked it

Thanks for reading it!! Love you all 💜

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Forgive Me, I Am A Sinner  {1}* {Two-Shot}

Title: Forgive Me I Am a Sinner {1}* {Two Shot} 

Someone x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Warning: Play on the church confessional, Cursing, Adult themes, Mild crude language/discussion, Mild NSFW(Toward end), Mistaken Identity

Summary: You have some things to get off your chest and end up walking into a church.

Note: So, this might be mildly taboo for some, if it is for you, don’t read, I’ll understand. While I don’t think I took it too far in someone’s eyes it could be blasphemous. Again, don’t read if you feel it may offend you. Nothing lewd but be warned. Don’t come to me with your complaints. They will fall on deaf ears and be met with a quick delete. I don’t think it’s bad but 🤷🏽‍♀️

  ***NOT EDITED/Proofread***

-You-

“Forgive me lord for I have sinned. It's been...never since my last confession. I've never done this. Yep, I'm a virgin. Well with confessions otherwise I am soooo not a virgin. The things this body has done, these eyes have seen, these hands have touched, and this mouth has had in it...yikes. Not a virgin. Oh god, I probably shouldn't have said that in a church with a priest across from me. Shit. I probably shouldn't have cursed in the house of God either. Oh, fuck."

You facepalmed then sighed already fed up with yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why your mouth was still moving and allowing words to pass through. Yes, you were nervous and most of it were nervous ramblings you’d always done but now was not the time to be censor free.

 "I'm going to hell, aren't I?”

 Silence. There weren’t even breathing sounds. Either there was no one there or the guy across from her was weighing his options speaking to an actual heathen. You leaned a litter closer to the wooden screen peppered with small holes that was separating the two booths.

 "Uh...priest guy? Padre? Father? Oh, great even God's messenger sees the heathen in me and has run for the hills to tell the lord this sheep has steered far from the flock. Definitely going to hell."

 You hung your head in disappointment.

 "For all the scripture that has been written about the heavenly trio, the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I doubt they would be so quick as to damn one of their flock."

 You could hear the humor in his voice, and it made you pause. Were priests supposed to have a sense of humor? It did sound like a biblical joke so maybe that wasn’t weird.

 "I think you are being too harsh on yourself," the voice on the other side followed up.

 "You do?"

 "Yes. Also, heathen in quite harsh."

 You giggled nervously. However, those nerves were dwindling with every joke he cracked. There was something soothing about his husky voice that sounded like he was half asleep and just awakened from a quick nap.  "That is what I feel like whenever I muster up the courage to speak to him about this."

 "Start from the beginning."

 "Are you sure it's okay for me to be telling you all this in a church nonetheless?"

 Silence. Was he actually thinking if it was okay? You circled your thumbs and waited for him to speak but when he didn’t you leaned closer again.

 "Hello?"

 “You came here because you needed help. You came here looking for answers and acceptance. You will find all 3 here. So, let's begin again. Trust me I've heard it all."

 You sighed relieved by his welcoming words. You then nodded and mustered even more courage. "Okay. Forgive me lord for I have sinned I've never confessed before.

 "What is your sin?"

 "Lust."

 The silence stretched for so long then the person on the other side of the screen cleared their throat.

 "Lust. Go on. How are you lustful?"

 His voice was even deeper than before.

 "I like sex--like I really, really like sex. I know the bible leans more on sex for procreation and marital health, but I am not married, and I have no plans for children. So, for me, sex is something that feels good, better than good, amazing especially if it is done right and the person I am with understands a woman's body and needs."

 The silence returned but only for a few moments. "Ehm, I'm listening."

 "Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled."

 "Sexually?"

 "Yes, mainly. I have a great career, amazing friends, wonderful family, and a life I love but when it comes to sex it's just not cutting it. The guy I've been seeing..."

 "Boyfriend?"

 He sounded disappointed and that made you pause. Why would he sound disappointed? You explained it away deciding that he was disappointed in it not being a husband or fiancé.

 "You mentioned you were not married just trying to get a better understanding," he clarified.

 "Oh. Not really. We see each other whenever we have an--itch."

 "For sex. Understood."

 "You sound very chill about this father."

 "I am simply here to listen and never to judge--my child. This is the house of the lord, and all are welcome to be who they are and lay down their burdens. That is the lord I represent."

 He sounded like the cool youth pastor that was written about in some YA novels. The one who would create raps for G.O.D. You stifled a laugh at the thought.

 "Wow, that's really cool. Anyway, he's very...vanilla. Whenever we meet--. Wait should I explain what vanilla is? Um...well."

 "No need," he quickly interrupted.

 "Really?"

 "Uh...I am what I am now, but I was not born a priest."

 His unexpected answer had you snort loudly before a laugh escaped you. "Well go on then fuck it up, father. Damn no, I didn't mean that."

 He heartily chuckled. "It's alright. Go on"

 "He's vanilla and never really knows what I need and rarely ever do I cum. I mean reach completion."

 "Then why are you wasting your time with someone like that?"

 "Uh...well...ummm...I am very picky with who I spend my time with. When I said that I like sex, it didn't mean I was some chick who sleeps around with anybody with the right body part."

 "Of course not. I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry."

 "No, it's cool."

 "For the record, I didn't think that of you anyway."

 "Okay. Thanks. It's just most guys are insensitive assholes who think if a woman likes sex and pleasure then they must be easy and DTF anyone."

 "Guys like that are the ones who should be offed and sent straight to hell."

 "Preach it, father.”

 It took some time for his words to make full impact, but after a few moments, they did. “Wait shouldn't you say they are also God's children and just need to be steered to the righteous path?"

 "You sound well versed in the priesthood."

 "Movies."

 He laughed again and it sounded so welcoming that you laughed with him.

 "Please continue. He doesn't satisfy you."

 "No. I thought I could handle it and finish myself off or something but tonight I couldn't."

 "Did you just have sex tonight?"

 "Yes. I guess that's another sin you have to forgive me for."

 "And you are unfulfilled."

 "Yes. So unfulfilled. My bullet couldn't even take care of this, not even my rabbit, hell not even the usual porn I watch."

 The silence across the way was deafening and you noticed. It was like you’d become hypersensitive to quietness since sitting in this booth. Suddenly he groaned as if in pain.

 "Are you okay father?"

 He groaned again then took a few breaths. Through the tiny holes in the screen, you could only make out a head turned down, everything else was shadows. "Completely.”

 It came out hoarse, strangled. “Ehm...continue.”

 "Uh, so I facetimed him and decided to tell him what I need and even some things I would be into, and he laughed and had the most freaked out look on his face. He said it wasn't normal and I shouldn't tell anyone about it again. Like he made me feel crazy and so--dirty."

 "Uh-huh. For better context. What are these preferences--my child?"

 You twiddled your thumbs then uncrossed your ankles only to cross them again. "I don't know if I should say them now. You might say the same thing."

 "No. I would never. Remember I said my place is not to judge and I am here to help?"

 You took a deep breath and tried to calm those nerves that were beginning to creep up again. After another breath you began.

 "I um...I told him I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I told him I wanted to try doing it while others watched that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 The silence this time was so heavy so filled with the charge of excitement and arousal. You didn't know why you were slightly turned on finally getting it all out, especially to a priest in a church of all places. Hell, you didn't even know why you had come in here in the first place. The idea of confessional had always creeped you out for some reason. Telling a stranger your secret sin. It felt so vulnerable.

 "Shit. Surely I should burst into flames for all that right? First in line on the locomotive to hell? I shouldn't have said all that."

 "Are you ashamed of these desires? Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "He made me feel ashamed."

 "Fuck him. Are you ashamed?"

 "Father?"

 "Answer me.”

 His voice was serious, and authoritative now. “Look inside yourself and answer truthfully."

 You did as he said and took some time and truly listened to yourself and everything that was going off inside you right now. Among everything, the uncertainty, the excitement, and the confusion nowhere inside of her did you feel ashamed. Not at all.

 "No. I'm not ashamed."

 "Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "No," you replied with a little more confidence.

 "Good. You should be unapologetically you. You should not allow others to make you feel small or shameful for who you are, what you want, or what you deserve. You deserve all of that. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and happy in all avenues of your life. We all only have one to live and restricting ourselves from true happiness is not doing service to someone, it does a disservice to ourselves."

 You sat there thinking over his words and gained confidence from each of them. He sounded as if he spoke from experience.

 "Is this your first day as a priest? I don't think you should tell parishioners to sin more to live a fulfilled life if you truly want to gain access to heaven."

 He snorted. "It is my first day doing this, but I stand by my words."

 You sat there noting your nerves had melted away and your confused state had turned to one of mellowness. You didn’t feel in a war with yourself anymore. Perhaps this was why others did this.

 "Do you feel better?"

 "Yes."

 "Good, then my work is done."

 "Wait shouldn't you give me instructions to repent like a Hail Mary or ten or something?"

 "Will it ensure you do not sin again?"

 Snorting, you replied, "Probably not."

 "Then you are free to step out of here and live your life with one piece of advice."

 "What's that?"

 "Drop that pathetic loser you're seeing. You can do so much better little lamb."

 The doors on the other side opened but you didn't register it until nearly a minute had passed. When you stepped out and looked in the opposite booth from sheer curiosity, it was empty with no priest inside.

 "Little lamb? What kind of priest was that?"

  ~~~~~~~

 -Him-

4 hours later and he was still solid as a brick hard.

 "Fuck!”

 He palmed himself yet again then squeezed hoping to relieve some of the ache there but no luck and no relief. He shoved his hand under his head and stared up through the glass roof of his skylight at the night sky. It was clear without a cloud in sight allowing the stars to really shine.

 "I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars."

 His cock throbbed so forcefully it could be seen through his now too tight pajama bottoms. Glancing down, he groaned exasperatedly.

 "Come on. It’s not funny anymore."

 He knew he shouldn’t have gone into that confessional. He knew he should have found somewhere else to wait for his manager as he spoke with the priest of the church he was donating a large amount of money to because of his connection to some of the kids he'd encountered the weekend before.

 He'd gone at that time because he was sure it would be empty and there would be no stray photos of him leaked. Donating money was no fun when everyone knew you'd done it. He liked the incognito life. He just wanted somewhere that had zero chance of him bumping into someone. No way did he expect someone to drop into the other side of the confessional and no way did he expect that someone to have that kind of confession.

 He closed his eyes as he recalled the little slivers of her face. Plum painted lips that looked full, a cute nose, skin that looked incredibly soft, and eyes that called to him. From the small perforations in the wood, he would classify you as a fucking goddess.

 Once you began your confession he should have interrupted and set the record straight but there was something about your voice that held him in place, silencing him. He’d picked up the distress in it, the frustration and uncertainty. Then the more he listened he fell under some spell. When she mentioned her definite non virgin status, he was way past curious. Maybe that’s what possessed him to answer her when she asked if he was there.

 "Curiosity," he muttered mulling over it.

 He thought over your entire confession and within seconds his cock throbbed again. Without even realizing it his hand had drifted into his pajama bottoms and was now wrapped around his engorged length.

 "Fuck!"

 "I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I wanted to try doing it while others watched, that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 "Uggh. Uggh. Uggh. Fuuuuuck."

 His hand moved so fast he was sure it was going faster than the speed of light. It had to have been. His groans, moans and grunts filled the space as he raced toward a finish he imagined would go across her beautiful face or her breasts he couldn’t see but was convinced were equally as gorgeous as her aura. Within seconds, his back angled off the bed as if whatever had possessed him earlier was finally exiting his body and being pulled into the air.

 "Holy fuck!”

 The white spots that decorated his vision made it impossible to see anything and in that moment he didn’t care. He was only focused on the amazing feelings coursing through him. When he finally regained some motion and sense he glanced down and found stream after stream of his release decorating his chest, pelvis, and pajama bottoms.

 "Ah shit. Come on! Haven't had to jerk myself off since I was twenty fucking years old, and one confessional tipped me over the edge? Unfuckinbelievable!”

 Not in a rush to get up and filled with frustration, he looked back to his skylight at the glittering stars and thought of the side profile of her face. Within seconds, he felt himself harden again and it was then he knew his cock was not done. He was in for a long night.

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[teaenthusiast65]

Shadow and Bone Fanfic Idea

Alright Fam, hear me out.

The Darkling falling in love with a living amplifier...? 

Or a fic about Tolya and an original character...?

Or Both. 

Let me know via notes/comments/DM

--Tea 

P.S Hell, even a Lewis Tan or Ben Barnes fic really! 

[mauvecherie-writes]

Hey guys! I would really love people to interact with this post, it’s very important.

What’s a cute fluffy idea that you would love to see me explore ie write about in the future. It would really help with my field research, thank you 💕💕

[original-character-championship]

VOTE LUCA

Hi! I’m threeslashfive, and I’m here to tell you why you should vote for my silly boy, Luca Carver. 

Let’s start with the basics. 

Luca is tall, handsome, and really strong. He has brown hair, red eyes, a very lovely tan, and his weight is made up of almost entirely muscle. He’s pretty cool! 22 years old, a soldier for the galaxy’s leading forces, and he has the most wonderful boyfriend. His boyfriend is irrelevant though. This is Luca time. Let’s quickfire some facts!

He’s 6’3, which is below average for his species.

He has 4 wings and 2 horns, both of which are not the average for his species, the number actually being reversed for like 80% of the Hyxali with 4 horns and 2 wings.

He’s pansexual.

He has 2 siblings, Andrea and Lewis, but nobody knows what they look like. I do. I will never tell.

He’s a swordsman, and he’s really good at it!

He has already had fanfiction written about him. No you cannot read it. I cried.

And this one is a little bit more of a personal thing, but he’s the same height as his official voice actor.

Luca as a character is one of my favorites and so I really do hope you vote for him. 

Here are some things that people have said about him!

“Definitely one of the dudes of all time.” - Luca’s official voice actor.

“10 out of 10, very cool. Would smash to be honest.” - @sussy-sammy

“Cool dude.” - LemShaark, don’t worry about him.

“I think he looks pretty cool” - undisclosed person in the world

There you go! Some reviews on Luca Andrew Carver.

Vote for him and I’ll stare at my screen in a thankful manner.

[rebelscumlena]

Space Sailor

Pairing: Marnie x Willy (Stardew Valley)

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: It’s common knowledge in Pelican Town that there’s something going on between Marnie and Mayor Lewis. But how exactly did Marnie end up with Lewis? Wasn’t she seeing someone prior to him? Could it possibly be the fisherman who’s constantly watching her from across the Saloon? Why aren’t they together anymore?

A/N: Not the way I expected to get back into fanfiction, but I’ll take it. The Dynamic Writing Duo is back at it again! This idea was developed a week ago when @javier-djarin​ and I went down a rabbit hole of SV conspiracies, and the song Space Cowboy by Kacey Musgraves made it complete. Thank you as always to @javier-djarin​ for being my beta on my stories and giving me encouragement to write. Your usual recipe of teeth rotting fluff and soul crushing angst is here! Enjoy! 🐮

The music from the jukebox and the smell of pizza flooded Willy’s senses as he entered the Stardrop Saloon. Another Friday night meant just about everyone had shown up to celebrate the end of another long week. The younger ones were off playing pool in the side room, Robin and Demetrius were tearing up the dance floor, and Clint was waiting at their usual table with a cold pint ready for him. 

“How’s the ocean, Willy?” Clint asked, sliding over the glass of beer as Willy took his seat.

“Same as usual. How’s the forge?”

“Same as usual.”

The two friends chuckled at their little banter before clinking their glasses and taking a swig. They fell into some light conversation about their weeks, occasionally getting up to get another round. Although Willy always made sure that it was Clint’s turn to get drinks when Emily was up at the bar counter. He was a good friend in that way. He understood more than most what it meant to pine after someone. 

Willy finished his pint just as Clint went up for another round.  He focused his gaze on the little droplets of ale running down the side of his glass before pooling at the bottom. He knew what would happen if his eyes wandered across the Saloon. But desire got the best of him. Willy’s eyes swept across the bar, landing on her.

Marnie had always been able to draw his attention in a crowd. At all the festivals and events held over the years, he never failed to miss her. As painful as it was to think about their past, he preferred her attention then compared to now, because every time he took notice of her nowadays, Lewis was always lingering in her shadow.  It was no secret the mayor was interested in Marnie, even though he was adamant there was nothing going on between them. 

Lewis returned to the petite woman with another round of drinks, drawing a huff out of the old mariner. Sure, nothing going on, Willy thought as he drew his attention back to the droplets in his glass. Where was Clint with a new one?

Marnie had seen Willy’s lingering gaze. She always noticed when he was watching her. She could feel his gaze like a gentle caress: warm and comforting. Despite the many years that had passed and the fact that Mayor Lewis had been keeping her attention as of late, she wished Willy would look at her the same way he used to all those years ago. Back then his gaze was tender and loving, now it was always filled with remorse.

It was the summer before Marnie turned 20 when Willy and his Pappy had decided to settle in Pelican Town. She remembered seeing him around town as she grew up, but he always seemed to disappear the next day. Guess that’s what being raised by a mariner meant. But Willy’s Pappy was getting on in years, and so Willy had decided to open the Fish Shop down by the docks. He could make money and still let his Pappy enjoy the salty air.

It started as all young love usually does with a summer romance. She had just gone to buy a fishing pole and some bait for her older brother, and suddenly she was being charmed by Willy. The slightly older young man was tanned from all his time being out on the water and he smelled of mead and the ocean, instead of the piss and vinegar she heard most sailors described with. Willy was mild mannered and humble. That day she left with her brother’s birthday gifts and a promise to meet Willy that evening on the docks. And every night after that…

“Marnie, dear?”

Marnie jolted back to the present, her eyes focused on Lewis who was looking at her in slight annoyance.

“I’m sorry, Lewis. What were you saying?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“I was just saying that Pierre claims I’m going to have to start special ordering truffle oil from now on since it’s too expensive to keep in stock. Isn’t that just ridiculous? And after all the corners I’ve cut for him.” Lewis guffawed in derision before taking a long pull from his drink.

Marnie gave a light chuckle, her mind beginning to wander again when she noticed Clint showing Willy a crystal he pulled from his apron.

Quartz, Marnie mused. He’s always been a sucker for quartz.

She had noticed he was collecting quartz one summer after his Pappy had passed. Not thinking much of it, Marnie ended up bringing him some quartz she had found on a hike up near the mountain. 

“I don’t know why you’re collecting them, but I saw this one and figured you could use it,” she stated, pressing the little crystal into the palm of his hand.

He gave her the warmest smile, his eyes watering a bit before pulling her into a deep embrace. Without a word, he then pulled her up from the dock they had been sitting on and took her inside the Fish Shop. Behind the counter, he pulled out a little wire hanger that had bits of quartz hanging off of various length strings: a sun catcher.

“I was thinking of hanging it up in the windows. Figured it would make this place a little more homey,” Willy said, a blush slowly rising to his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his head, “especially when you come around.” 

Marnie had jumped across the counter to plant a firm kiss on his lips, the largest grin on her face. She’d known how she felt about Willy for a while, but she waited for him to give her some sign that he felt the same: this was her sign.

After that day, it was rare that Marnie wasn’t down at the docks. Her parents were initially against the idea of Marnie spending all her time with the fisherman, but so long as her chores at the Ranch were completed, there wasn’t much they could say. Marnie was happy, and there were worse options than the fisherman.

Meanwhile, Willy was still in slight disbelief that he had managed to catch Marnie’s eye in the first place. She was the prettiest woman in town, and surely had better prospects than a weathered man who would perpetually smell of fish. Yet she had agreed to meet him that evening all those years ago, where he taught her how to bait a fishing pole so she could show her brother. She had come back almost every night since, joining him to watch the sunset and chat about their days. After a few months, they’d shared their first kiss on the docks. They’d exchanged birthday gifts, told each other secrets no one else would know, and even renamed his Pappy’s boat the Manatee. It wasn’t too long after that Willy was presenting Marnie with a bouquet of flowers.

But then he’d received a job offer out in the Fern Islands. It would make good money, but it meant Willy would be out at sea for months. He’d been nervous to tell Marnie about it one evening as they sat on the docks to watch the sunset. But when she told him to take the job, he was stunned. “And when you come home,” she had said, “I’ll be here on this dock waiting for you.”

The disappearing sunlight outlined her face perfectly, and he swore she’d never looked more beautiful than she had in that moment with a daisy from her bouquet nestled in her braid.

A week later, Willy and Marnie shared a passionate kiss on the docks before he set off on the Manatee. The inevitable months seemed to drag, but then a year passed. Willy had finished the job, but had picked up another with the prospect of catching an extremely rare species of fish. But the fish eluded the fisherman, and by then, the Manatee was in desperate need of repairs. More months passed by before the Manatee was ready to set sail again. Having used most of his money for repairs, Willy needed to take on more jobs to make up his losses. Then there were the storms that forced him to try alternate routes back to Pelican Town, which drained more of his supplies and money, and required him to take on more jobs.

Before he knew it, five years had passed by the time he docked back in Pelican Town. The Manatee was in worse shape than when he left, forcing him to retire the ship until he could come up with more money and materials to get her properly fixed. What little money he had managed to earn was barely enough to be called a profit after losing so many years at sea. But worst of all was the knowledge that Marnie wasn’t waiting on the docks for him.

He couldn’t blame her, especially since he had stopped sending letters after the first year. Between all the jobs he had barely found enough time to sleep, let alone write and send a letter. But more than anything, he felt ashamed. After the first job finished he realized how much he had missed the sea. The thrill in his blood when he woke up bobbing to the rhythm of the waves, the rush of excitement as he navigated through both calm and storm, and the sheer joy of just being out on the open water. It was his first love, and it had managed to surpass the love he felt for Marnie and the desire to start a life with her. So he stopped sending letters and instead let the sea take him wherever she deemed fit, hoping that somehow Marnie would understand.

So it was no surprise when he ventured into the Stardrop Saloon on his first night back and found Marnie and Lewis occupying a table together. Admittedly, Willy was surprised it was Lewis at the table with her. Then he remembered how the mayor had always had an eye on the young woman even when they were together. Marnie’s gaze moved to him, and Willy waited with anticipation for what she might say or do. He expected wrath from her, but instead was given a small smile and a nod before she turned her attention back to Lewis who was rambling about the governor coming to visit. Too stunned to do much else, Willy nodded back before heading to the bar. 

Marnie found herself thinking back to the day he left and everything changed. Somehow as she watched the Manatee take him away, she had a sinking feeling that he might not return. She would tell herself every time that wasn’t the case, that he would return after a job or maybe two and they’d turn the Fish Shop into a home and raise cows on the beach. Then the letters stopped coming and suddenly waiting on the docks made her feel silly rather than hopeful. Such is the life of a mariner, she would tell herself. So she forced herself to move on, and over time came to the conclusion that the sea would’ve called to him one way or another. She had noticed he was getting restless, and sometimes found him gazing longingly out into the horizon. Perhaps it was better that it happened before they had actually started a life together.

So when he walked into the Saloon that night, she felt every emotion she had bottled over five years run through her before she landed on contentment. Willy had chosen his path, and she had learned to become okay with that. She gave him a small smile to convey her understanding and a nod to welcome him home. All the while she focused on tampering down her beating heart as she turned her attention back to Lewis. Yet without fail every time he walked into the Saloon after that night, her heart would speed up in a way it never would around Lewis.

Before long, Gus was making the announcement for last call. Most everyone had cleared out aside from the late nighters. Pam was slowly falling asleep into her drink once again, and Elliott was visiting the toilet before his walk home. Lewis had gone to settle the tab with Gus, leaving Marnie to finish her drink and prepare for the walk back to the Ranch. She noticed Clint saying his farewells to Willy, throwing one last gaze at Emily before making his way out into the night. Willy nodded after his friend, puffing away contentedly on his pipe as his gaze moved to Marnie.

When their eyes locked, all the good memories flooded back: Marnie showing Willy how to bake pumpkin pie, Willy teaching Marnie how to rig up a crab pot; summer nights drinking mead on the deck of the Manatee, winter days making out in the hay loft while the cows watched in a mixture of curiosity and boredom. Then for the briefest second, Marnie thought of what life would’ve been like. Waking up to the call of seagulls or bringing the cows in at night? Teaching their kids to fish at the Festival of Ice? Holding hands while watching the Moonlight Jellies? A giddy grin broke out on Marnie’s face that was for Willy’s eyes only, which caused the edges of his lips to move up just a tad.

“Ready to go, Marnie?” Lewis called, walking back over to her.

The grin morphed into a more reserved smile as Marnie turned her attention to Lewis, nodding and getting up to follow him out.

Willy watched as the two departed, Marnie’s gaze every so subtly going back to him before she disappeared into the night with the mayor. The fisherman softly chuckled around his pipe, wondering what she was thinking about before getting up to stretch as Elliott joined him.

“Ready, Willy?” the younger man asked.

“Aye, lad. Let’s get going,” Willy responded, following him out. They made their way south through town and back to their homes. They passed Lewis’s house on the way, and Willy tapped out the ashes from his pipe on the steps of the Manor.

Elliott gave the older man a smirk, shaking his head in amusement. “Must you do that every time we walk by?”

“Gotta give him some actual work to do,” Willy responded, a cheeky smirk on his face as he stowed his pipe in his pants.

The two men continued their walk, and once Elliott parted ways to his home, Willy was left to approach the docks on his own. The wood creaked under each step, and he took a deep inhale of the salty air. For a moment, he was a younger man sitting next to a pretty woman underneath the stars and figuring out how to raise cows on the beach. As he gazed forlornly out into the dark, Willy realized that kind of love ran deeper than the sea. And perhaps one day, the tide would come back in his favor.

[theprofessorwritingfanfiction]

Hi!

Hi there. After a few years, I'm coming back to tumblr. I have another account that is just all Harry Potter stuff, lol. I haven't used this platform for a lil while, but I want to get back into my writing again and tumblr is probably the best place for ideas.

I started off with fanfiction, writing Harry Potter and also Gilmore Girls(mainly). Gilmore Girls is my first love. My two OC's are loosely based off two characters in the show.

Cameron Manning is my female main character. She has very pale, pink undertoned skin, green eyes, and dark brown hair. Usually long but sometimes short. She often works as a barista or in an office environment, and may be studying at Columbia or NYU. She usually comes from a not too wealthy family. Mason's best friends always become hers too. She doesn't have a lot of friends but usually has 1 best friend, Robin, who she often shares an apartment with. She is shy but always wears colourful clothing (not much black). There are 3 main different versions of her family:

Her family is not part of her life/she has no family any longer

Her family is just her Uncle, Dan, and her younger brother, Tommy

She has her Dad; Levi, and her brothers(in age order) Andy, Matt, Tommy and Jeremy(T+J are twins) She is in-between Matt and the twins.

My second main character is Mason Werner - Cameron's love interest, of course. (I'm a sucker for romance, sorry!) He's tall, Australian (like me!), he has blue eyes and messy, brown hair, has many tattoos, and is tanned and toned. He works as the CEO/Owner of Werner Incorporation - a worldwide hotel/apartment/building owning business. He went to Yale and had the business passed down from his father. His family is very wealthy - the wealthiest of the wealthy. However, very humble. He is usually arrogant, is a badboy/troublesome person but is very soft to the loved ones around him, and very, very soft with Cameron. He has 3 best friends who are basically his brothers, and they are my main secondary characters; Nolan, Lewis and Owen. He is usually in business casual clothing. There's only 1 version of his family:

His parents, August and Xavier, then his sisters (age order) Rachel, Jesse and Maggie, and his brother, Dylan, who is between Jesse and Maggie. Mason is usually either the eldest or second under Rachel.

I hope to share more with you about my world and my characters over time! Please feel free to let me know how you like/dislike my two main characters!

[chaneajoyyy]

Hey baby, could you please point me towards your fave Lewis Tan fics ❤️🙏🏿

Heyyyy💖

LEWIS TAN FANFICTION (WITH MY FAVE FICS)

*Making a full list in addition to my faves if that's okay

- cosmic series*, sin in the city series (with @mauvecherie-writes )

, i got you*, lazy mornings, all eyes on you*- @royallyprincesslilly

- beauty to the madness series, pull the trigger, get dirty*, sin in the city series (with @royallyprincesslilly ), dinner for two, hunter and prey, unwind*, your soul to take, family reunion*, teach me how, late night conversations, kissing on my tattoos, tipsy, unrequited? series*, deep throat, stimulated, how lewis makes love to you, first time with lewis, lewis drabble, hold my gaze*- @mauvecherie-writes

- bobby the security guard series*, lewis tan getting his love bits from the reaer covered up on set*, editing room*, people person*, amalfi coast fic, fuck her like her ex is living in the apartment downstairs, hoodie fic, three's a crowd- @fumbling-fanfics (search: lewis tan fanfic)

- babymoon series*, valentine's special*, homecoming*, slurs and stumbles*; like father, like daughter*; night drive*, champagne showers*, liquid courage, cotton candy carousel*- @dc41896

-texting tease*, getting caught having sex in the ocean* -@crushed-pink-petals-writes

- having lewis wrapped around your finger but not having the courage to do something about it includes*- @plussizeappreciationfics

- victoria's secret supermodel*, when a picture is worth a thousand words- @bask-in-the-melanin

- can't do this (lu xin lee)*, play pretend (lu xin lee)*- @saturnville

- spark*- @night-of-the-living-shred

* = fave fave (still reading through some of them but all the others Iove). HIT ME UP WITH YOUR LEWIS FICS TOO!!!

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Youthfully Felt - Part One (Gaius Chau x OC)

Summary: Gaius Chau had never set foot in the White Bone infirmary before. But when he did, he never thought he would meet the love of his life. (I'm so sorry I am SO bad at these lollll)

Pairing: Gaius Chau x OC (Song Page)

A/N: So the timeline of Into the Badlands confuses me....so I think this takes place before the events of the show. And obviously, before Gaius is actually present on screen. The next part will be the last and it will go through the events of season 3 with a focus on Gaius. Hope you guys enjoy! Also I'd appreciate comments and reblogs!

Word Count: 5809

Warnings: blood, sickness, fluff, longing, pining, it's Jane Austen levels y'all

ONE | TWO | THREE

It was a quiet day at the White Bone infirmary. As it usually was. It was so quiet, in fact, that the Healer in charge of the infirmary had decided to go take a walk through the gardens. Leaving her apprentice and daughter as the only soul in the place for the thirty minutes she said would be gone. The daughter grinned as she watched her mother leave with a smile on her usually solemn and serious face.

She wasn’t going for a walk through the gardens to clear her head. She was going to see her father. A Chau Clipper that could never marry, but had chosen to have a lifelong secret lover in the Master Healer of White Bone. If they were ever caught — they would both be killed. Something that had been explained to their daughter from an early age so she knew how important it was to not say anything.

The daughter looked after her mother and wondered if she would ever find a love like that. A love that was worth dying for.

It was a hot summer day. The windows to the infirmary were all open to try and let some form of breeze waft through the place. But so far, she had been unlucky. It was hot and stuffy inside and she longed to be by the little creek that ran along the back of White Bone’s grounds. Where the water was cool and refreshing around her ankles and she was far away from the scrutinizing eyes of the Chaus.

To stave off the heat, her best idea was to keep moving. At least then she would have an excuse for being so sweaty. She perused the many shelves of the infirmary stores. The vials and vials of modern medicines like morphine. Then there were the bottles and jars full of medicinal plants and mushrooms that her mother had collected over the years. Turmeric, Evening Primrose Oil, Flax Seed, Echinacea, and dozens more. Her mother's expertise in these natural medications made her the perfect candidate for White Bone’s Master Healer — mostly because using the herbs saved the Chaus on spending time and money on gathering created medicines.

She brushed her fingers over the lavender hung in the window to dry. It was nearly time to take it down. She had been learning the benefits of these natural medications since she could remember. Her entire life was spent in that infirmary it felt. Cogs from the manor would tell her that when she was a baby her mother wrapped her tight against her chest as she continued to work just days after giving birth. A Healer’s work was never done.

As she continued to stare out the open window, longing for the gentle stream of water and the sounds of nature instead of the stiff silence of the infirmary, the door came open with its usual creak.

Spinning around, she expected to see her mother coming back from her “walk”. But instead, it was about the last person she expected to walk in — especially on their own with no Clippers or family in sight.

“B-Baron Gaius!” she exclaimed, quickly wiping her clean hands on her apron out of habit. “How can I help you, sir?”

She had helped patients on her own plenty of times before. She was nearly fully trained and her mother’s trust was a seal of approval for solo medicinal work. But those patients were Cogs or Clippers — people of no consequence that she could joke about with and not worry about what they thought of her. But this….He was the Baron’s son for crying out loud. How was she supposed to handle this?

“Um — I have a…” He pointed lamely with his chin towards his left arm.

And it was only then that she noticed that he was holding a red-stained cloth to his upper left arm. He didn’t look pained by it, but it was a substantial amount of blood.

“Oh!” She jumped into action, gesturing to one of the many empty beds opposite the storeroom while she grabbed the needed supplies. “Please, have a seat, sir.”

Gaius seemed to sigh in a nearly annoyed way before sitting down as she told him to. He’d never been in the infirmary before. When he got sick as a child or got a simple cut on his finger, the Master Healer would always be brought to him. But this girl futzing about the storeroom with shaking fingers wasn’t the woman he remembered nursing him back to health all those years ago.

“Where’s the Master Healer?” he asked, leaning over to see her properly through the doorway.

The girl came into the room pushing a metal cart stacked with supplies — gauze, needles, sutures, antiseptic — and came to a stop before him. “Out. I’m her apprentice.”

She was lying. Or at least hiding more of what she knew from him. He narrowed his eyes at her. It amazed him how terrible she was at hiding that what she had said wasn’t the whole truth. He couldn’t imagine how bad she would be at lying. Her eyes shifted all over the place, not daring to look him in the eye, beads of sweat were collected on her forehead, and her hands shook.

Without another word, she took over holding the cloth onto his wound and he lowered his hand. He continued to stare at her — study her. She glanced into his face once and she instantly looked away, her eyes widening in either fear or embarrassment.

“C-Can you please stop staring at me, sir?” she asked politely, quietly, as she removed the cloth from his wound.

It was a three-inch gash across his upper arm. It wasn’t too deep, but it would need stitching in order to heal properly. The sleeve of his dress shirt was slashed through and the blood was already beginning to clot.

“Can you stop calling me sir?” Gaius asked back.

This made her eyebrows furrow. “Sorry. That’s um…That’s what I was told to call you. If-If I ever had to speak to you.”

He sighed, remembering himself. “Sorry for staring. You just — Seem nervous.”

“You’re the Baron’s son. How am I not supposed to be nervous?” She set down the bloodied cloth on the metal cart. “Take your shirt off, please. It’s in the way.”

“But you grew up here, right? I’ve seen you around.” He began undoing the buttons. “Surely you’d be used to us by now?”

Gaius winced when he went to shrug the torn shirt off.

“Here.” She quickly came in to help, leaning close to help him pull the shirt off his arms.

Once it was completely off she gently set it aside for him to put back on later, then moved to stand on his left side. With his movement, the clots that kept the blood at bay broke free, causing a new stream of crimson to run down his skin. She grabbed a clean cloth and applied pressure, lifting his arm above his head to slow the bleeding enough for it to be properly cleaned.

“You’re right,” she finally spoke, “I have lived here all my life. But I’ve never spoken to one of you Barons before. Guess I was just…Never in the same place.”

“That’s rather impressive,” Gaius said.

“I’m pretty good at avoiding people I don’t want to interact with.” She shrugged, slowly lowering his arm back down and removing the cloth.

The bleeding had stopped. She wetted yet another rag with the warm water she had brought and began to clean the wound. He didn’t flinch.

“But from what I’ve heard — “ She glanced into his face again. The House Cogs were right. He was handsome. “You’re one of the nicer ones.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear I have such a glowing reputation.”

He wasn’t looking at her, but she smiled at him. Small and shy. He was quite different than she had imagined he would be. She had heard the Cogs stories about how he was kind to them — even helped a few of them escape. But those were rumors she didn’t dare put any faith in. Just in case they turned out to be false and he was just as cruel as the rest of his family. She had never met him, how was she to know? All she knew of the family that ran Chau territory was what she saw of them as they walked around their manor and their grounds. From what she observed, it wasn’t very good.

“So,” she sighed, feeling much more comfortable now, as she picked up the needle and sutures, “How’d this happen?”

“Why do you wanna know?”

“I like to keep a little journal of all the dumb stuff people have done to get themselves hurt,” she joked with a lopsided smile, “I’m just asking Baron Gaius. If it was silent in here any longer I don’t think I could stand it.”

“Just Gaius, please.”

She continued working on his stitches as she spoke. “So, Gaius, how’d this happen?”

“Training with the Colts. I guess I — uh — pissed one of them off. While sparring we’re supposed to use fake swords so we don’t hurt each other too badly. My partner brought in his real sword and slashed me.”

“How long did you make it? Fake against real steel?”

“Awhile.” He lifted his brows as he thought. Almost like he was impressed with himself. “We would have kept going if the Clippers hadn’t split us up after he got me.”

She pulled the last suture tight and set the needle down. Her eyebrows were furrowed again, this time in something akin to worry. “And the boy who slashed you? What will become of him?”

Gaius’s face fell. “I don’t know. Something horrible no doubt.”

“You think they’ll kill him?”

“I would like to hope not,” he laughed shortly, which gave way to a deep frown, “But….My family isn’t known for mercy.”

She began wrapping his closed wound in gauze to catch the last of the bleeding and keep out debris. Her brow was still furrowed. Buckled in on itself, creating a small mountain between her eyebrows. Gaius wanted to stamp it out with his thumb. Make her laugh or smile again. She tied off the gauze with a skilled hand then looked him full in the face for the first time. That hesitation, that nervousness, that fear he saw in her when he first came into the infirmary was gone. There was nothing but a calm kindness in her eyes and the gentle stillness of her hands still touching his bare arm. Gaius couldn’t point out why — but it was nearly too much to look into her face.

She was beautiful. Kind in her simple devastation. His mother once told him of Ancient World paintings that would bring men to their knees with their beauty. That millions would flock to see. She never told him that those paintings now walked among them.

“But you are.” She reached behind him and grabbed his shirt. “You’re all set. If the dressings get too bloodied come back for new ones. Do you want anything for the pain?”

“No. No. I’m fine.” He pulled the shirt back on and began to do up the buttons. “Um — What’s your name?”

Her eyes no longer shifted all over the place. When she turned, she made direct eye contact with him, a smile alighting her features once more.

“Song. My name is Song.”

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Gaius seemed to find his way into the infirmary at least once a week after that. Always when Song’s mother wasn’t around. Somehow he always knew when she went on her breaks and Song would be left in charge of the infirmary.

The first time he came in was to change his dressings. Though Song noticed they didn’t really need it. She let it slide though, thinking his mother probably forced him to come and get them changed. Then it was only the second time that Song became suspicious that something else was going on. He came in because he felt he had a fever and wanted to check and make sure his nearly healed wound wasn’t infected. Song had told him what she would’ve told anyone else: You’re just being paranoid, you and your wound are just fine. This seemed to deter him a bit.

But he was back the following week because of a headache.

By the fifth week, Song was not only suspicious but concerned. It didn’t appear that the Baron was really being affected by any of these ailments. In fact, any time he came in she could give him a perfect bill of health. But he was a member of the ruling house that she served, so it was her duty to provide the cures that she could. Though she felt the herbs for his headaches, and the bandages for his small cuts were wasted on him. However, she had to admit, it was nice to have him around. To talk to him, laugh with him. Just to see his face was the high point of her week amongst days and years that had been filled with nothing but training with her mother — or training with her father.

One day, Song’s concerns became too evident. She always had been accused of wearing her heart on her sleeve. But then again, it was only ever her mother who noticed these emotions she claimed her daughter so easily gave away.

“Something is bothering you,” her mother pointed out as they remade the beds.

Song was quick to reply. “No. No. Nothing is wrong.”

“You are my daughter — I can tell when something is wrong.” She put down the clean linens and lifted that single brow that somehow always made Song explode with her woes.

But this time, she wasn’t going to tell her everything.

“There’s a boy — “

“A boy? Is it that nice House Cog Percy?” her mother instantly asked.

“No.” Song shook her head. “He comes in nearly every week with some injury or sickness…But nothing is ever really wrong with him. I don’t really understand what’s going on…Maybe there’s something wrong with him that I’m not seeing? Should I ask him to come in when you’re here so you can — ? What?”

Song finally caught the way her mother was looking at her. With a smirk on her face.

“He is fine. Nothing is wrong with him.”

“How do you know that? You’ve never examined — “

“I don’t need to.” She moved across the room and took Song’s hands. “The boy is faking these ailments so he can see you, darling.”

Song blinked stupidly. “He’s what?”

“He wants to see you,” her mother repeated on a chuckle, letting go of her hands and getting back to work on making the beds, “But he doesn’t see a way how to outside of this infirmary. Next time he’s here, invite him to come with you to that little creek you love so much.”

Song picked up a sheet and tucked it into place with a sigh. That sounded nice. Being with Gaius alone. Really alone. Without the fear that someone could walk in on them. Though she barely understood why that was something that she craved at all. She boiled it down to the fact that he was actually friendly to her. That he was actually interested in her story, in just her — outside of her ability to heal him. It had nothing to do with the fact that she looked forward to him coming every week, her heart fluttering in her chest in anticipation of seeing him. Nothing to do with the fact that in his presence she somehow felt more herself, more whole, than she ever had before. But —

“I can’t do that,” Song muttered.

“And why not?”

Song had never been capable of lying to her mother. Though she feared how she would react to the boy who wanted to see her so desperately being the Baron’s son.

“Because we’re both so busy,” she tried her hand at lying anyway.

Her mother put her hand on her hip and raised that eyebrow once more. “Song Page — Do not lie to your mother.”

“Ugh, how can you tell? Every time!” Song stamped her foot.

“I’m not telling.” She smirked. “Now tell me why you can’t see this boy.”

Song stared at her for a moment. Her entire face twitching in an effort to control her expression — to keep herself from exploding with all the things she had been hiding from her mother for weeks. In the end, it made her look like she was about to burst into tears or into a full sprint away from the infirmary. She gripped the sheets in her hands tightly, knuckles going tense and aching she held them so tightly. But what was it that she feared in telling her mother about Gaius? She knew her mother would never betray the information to the Chaus. Her entire life she had been keeping a secret love from her Barons.

Telling her would make it all the more real for Song. Instead of an abstract thought or a daydream, it would be a solid, concrete idea in her mind. That maybe Gaius was something more than the Baron’s son who frequented the infirmary.

“Darling, what is it?” Her mother moved back across the room and placed her comforting hands on her shoulders. “What is going on?”

“It’s Gaius Chau,” Song whispered, “He’s the boy.”

Her mother’s grip on her softened and her concerned expression fell into one of shock. “Oh, dear. That’s a bit of a predicament.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Do you like him?”

“I don’t know.” Song shrugged as she dropped her chin to her chest. “At this point, I’m just confused. All I did was patch up a gash on his arm and send him on his way!”

“Well, clearly, the boy has taken a liking to you for patching him up and sending him on his way.” Her mother put a hand to her mouth as she thought. “But it’s not smart to get involved with the Barons. Especially the Chaus. Just — Just let it run its course. He’ll leave it alone eventually I’m sure. Grow disinterested or more interested in something else.”

“Right. Okay.”

But, if anything, he only became more determined to see her. His visits, instead of once a week, were now occurring almost every single day. And Song continued to play along and act nice — giving him whatever medications he claimed he needed — because she didn’t want to get in trouble with the Barons.

That wasn’t the whole truth though. It wasn’t just because she didn’t want to get in trouble with the Chaus. It was because she really didn’t want to stop seeing him. He was kind, intelligent, witty, and brave. He told her stories of his little adventures outside the walls of White Bone that she had never left in her entire life. He gave her shells and beautifully colored rocks because she told him about her collection only once. He helped her lift heavy crates of supplies and adjust bedridden patients. And more importantly, he made her feel like she was more. More herself, more than she ever dreamed she could be. He made her heart ache in her chest like it longed to leap out of her and into his gentle yet calloused hold. At night, as she lay in her bed trying to fall asleep, he was all she could think about. She dreamed of walking beside the creek with him, picnics, walks through the manor gardens — time spent outside the infirmary that didn’t involve him lying about being sick in order to see her.

One day, nearly two months after their first meeting. It all became too much.

The infirmary was actually busy for once. A flu outbreak through the House Cogs meant that every bed was full — and even more Cogs were holed up in their small huts and in need of visits from their Healers. It was still blazing hot, and as Song ran around from bed to bed handing out mugs of steaming herbal tea and small dosage pain relievers she was sweating through her clothes. She was trying to keep a calm disposition, but even she had to admit she felt stressed. The flu was dangerous if it couldn’t be contained. Half of these people had fevers that they couldn’t break because it was so hot outside. And she was worried that some of them may die — especially the older ones who had been worked to the bone all of their lives.

And it was at that precise moment that Gaius decided to walk into the infirmary.

“Oh, I see you’re busy,” he said as soon as he walked in.

He reared back in surprise when her head snapped up to look at him. He had never seen her look angry before. It was not an expression that suited her well, but it put more fear in him than even his own mother’s wrath. She put down the wet rag she had been using to cool down a red-faced patient and quickly walked over to him.

“Yes. I’m busy helping patients who actually need my help,” she hissed between her teeth, Gaius stared at her with wide eyes, “Unlike the people who keep wasting my time.”

Gaius didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. She continued to look up at him, wet rag held tightly in her hand while the other held up her skirt. Her mouth was turned down into a frown. Then he watched as the frown faded into merely a thin line, then as her chin fell and she sighed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” she said, lifting her eyes back to his, “But I really am too busy to see you today.”

“I’ll just — I’ll just go — “ Gaius pointed at the door and made to leave.

But then Song’s mother appeared over her shoulder with a wide smile. “Actually, Baron Gaius, my daughter could use some fresh air. Do you mind escorting her on a short walk to refresh?”

Song turned to look at her mother as if she had been betrayed. Then back up to Gaius who was somehow smiling at the whole thing.

“Mother, there’s — “

“I’ll be fine for the short while you’re gone. I’ve been doing this for a long time you know.” She winked at Gaius before disappearing back amongst the curtained beds of sick patients.

Gaius offered his arm to Song and she stared at it for a brief moment before taking it. What on earth was happening? But she didn’t question it for long. Her mother was staring at them across the infirmary with an expectant look. Gaius was smiling down at her with a twinkle in his eye. And it was getting hotter in that room by the second. So she slotted her hand in the crook of his elbow and let him lead her outside.

It was instantly so much cooler — even though the sun was now beating down on the back of her neck. There was a slight breeze that ruffled the trees above and the air itself felt cleaner. It didn’t smell of sickness and suffering. Song took a deep lungful of the fresh air as they began walking towards White Bone manor.

He noticed the way she looked nervously up at the house and placed his free hand reassuringly over the one tucked into his arm. “Don’t worry — we won’t get close enough for anyone to see.”

His large hand covered her's completely. And before she could fully appreciate or comprehend its weight on her, it was gone.

“I — I really am sorry for snapping at you,” she said, looking up into his face, “This week has just been…A lot.”

“I can tell. My sister told me that there was an outbreak amongst the Cogs. But she made it sound like it was trivial.”

“It would be to her.” Song snapped her mouth shut at the remark, knowing it was improper to speak of her Baron in such a way, especially in front of that Baron’s brother. But when she glanced up at him he was smiling, encouraging her to continue to speak her mind. “When a Cog gets sick they can’t isolate because of the packed living conditions. The sickness spreads fast and pretty soon the infirmary looks like that. And we don’t exactly have enough remedies to go around.”

Gaius seemed to ponder for a moment. Then he said, “I’ll speak to my sister about improving the Cogs' living conditions.”

“She won’t listen,” Song scoffed, “As long as they’re doing what they’re told she doesn’t care how they live. If anything she would want their living conditions to be worse to — satiate her need to observe human suffering.”

Her eyes widened, realizing what she just said.

“I am so sorry.”

But Gaius laughed. Laughed so hard it brought a tear to his eye. They turned into the small forest that abutted the back of the infirmary.

“No — no.” The last of his chuckles escaped him as he spoke. “There is nothing to apologize for. I-I couldn’t agree with you more about my sister. How do you think I should propose better living quarters then?”

“Well, they’re called Cogs for a reason right?” Song questioned with a furrowed brow, “If one cog in a system stops turning, all of them do. For efficiency reasons their living conditions need to be less cramped so that when one Cog falls ill the others don’t.”

Gaius looked down at her with a look of impression on his face. “Not bad. Do you mind if I take credit?”

“Not at all.” She smiled.

They fell into a comfortable silence and kept on walking. Pretty soon, without even noticing, they were at the back of White Bones’ grounds. At the little creek that would be so refreshing on a day like today. Song stopped them at the edge of the small but steep bank that led down to the stream and smiled up at Gaius.

“Do you mind if I — ?“ She pointed down at the clear sparkling water.

“As I don’t know what you’re referring to doing, I would love it if you did.” He let go of her arm and gestured for her to continue.

Song sat down on a nearby stone as Gaius watched on. She hitched her skirt up to her knees and removed her boots. Gaius swallowed when he saw her bare legs exposed. Sighing as she felt the grass between her toes, she stood up from the rock and walked into the stream. An instant relief washed over her as the coolness of the water flowed over her feet. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling consume her as she looked up into the canopy of trees. For a moment, Gaius wasn’t even there. It was only the sound of the forest and the cold water on her skin.

Then she felt someone standing beside her and she opened her eyes. Gaius was standing with her in the stream with a small smile on his face. His boots were abandoned beside her own and the Baron’s son stood barefoot with his pants rolled up in the water. How unrefined of him. The sunlight breaking through the trees rimmed his head like a halo. His eyes, that light golden brown that reminded her of the caramel sweets her mother liked to sneak her, seemed to glitter like the water below. Her cheeks suddenly felt hot. She chuckled as she looked at him, not really believing that they were there doing what they were doing.

How did this happen? How did she end up standing in a dirty creek with the kind Baron’s son? She continued to laugh as she looked away from him — unable to do so anymore.

To Gaius, her chuckle was a song just like her name.

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Song had never been inside White Bone manor before. The giant white house was always intimidating and her mother had always been the one who was called to treat people inside. But Gaius had somehow convinced her to come inside. He told her that his sister and mother were away visiting the Baron of Agriculture and that he had been left in charge while they were away. Some way of telling the other Barons that their territory was still strong despite the death of Alexander Chau.

“A last test to see if I’ll be a successful Baron one day.” He scoffed as he led the way up the steps to the front door.

“One that you’ll…Pass?”

“I don’t plan on it,” he laughed then pulled open the door to the manor.

He gestured for her to go inside ahead of him. She performed a dramatic curtsey before doing so, pulling another laugh from his lips. It had been a blissful year since their first meeting. One full of laughter, long conversations, secret meetings along the banks of that small stream, and Gaius Chau now having frequent “headaches” that he needed to visit the infirmary for. And in all that time, Song’s heart became less and less her own. Though she didn’t really know it yet. Anytime he wasn’t around, she felt like a piece of herself was missing, a foreign sadness settling deep within herself. But as soon as he entered the room with a small gift in his hands and that wide smile on his face she could feel the pieces coming back together and the sadness lifting into complete joy.

But that was something that neither of them had ever put words or actions to. That sort of loving silence that didn’t want to break in fear that — once broken — everything would fall apart.

The entrance hall was unlike anything Song had ever seen before. A sky blue mosaic was painted on the ceiling. Gold crown molding and sconces. White marble floors and massive floor-to-ceiling pillars. A grand staircase stood before them, leading further into the manor. Giant pots of flowers stood sentinel in every corner of the hall, and at every door, actual Clippers stood guard in their crisp white uniforms.

“It’s — It’s beautiful,” she commented as she continued to spin around in a slow circle, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Gaius could only look at her though. A small smile quirked the corners of his solemn mouth. He knew what this was. This feeling that settled deep into his chest anytime he even thought of Song. A warm feeling that made him feel more at home in the house he grew up in than he ever had before. She was a melody he would gladly let play over the rest of his life. She cared about everyone, she challenged him to be a better man, she showed him that there may be more to life than who was Baron and who was not.

He wondered if he could now break the silence. Leave it shattered on the floor if only for the chance to whisper in her ear how he felt.

“Come on.” He gestured with his chin further into the manor.

Gaius led her through one of the many doorways in the entrance hall, nodding at the Clippers on guard as he passed them. He had made sure that the Clippers he knew weren’t in his sister’s pocket were on duty when he brought Song inside. If any of them had seen her inside with him, they would have surely told Juliet about Song. And then Song would’ve been turned into just another pawn in Julient’s game. And that was something Gaius wouldn’t be able to stand.

He took her to the room he knew would be her favorite. The art gallery. He had noticed the way she stopped to appreciate small scenes. The distant mountain views from their walks through the woods. A unique view of the Pegasus statues in front of the manor. Her mother stringing herbs to dry in the infirmary. If life had been kinder, maybe she would have been a painter.

He led her into the room with a knowing, hopeful smile.

Song came to a dead halt in the doorway as she looked around the room Gaius had taken her into. It was full of paintings. Beautifully painted snapshots of life from a different time. Men sailing on the sea. A poor woman washing her clothes. A host of angels descended from heaven to praise God. A man weeping into the lap of his mother. She moved from one painting to the next with the fervor of someone searching for something long lost.

“Do you like them?” Gaius asked as he watched her flick around the room.

“Yes,” she instantly replied, looking over her shoulder at him with a wide toothy grin, “You get to look at these every day if you want?”

“I suppose I do. Though I rarely think to do so.”

“Can I ask you to look at them once and a while?” she asked, her movements slowing as she took another turn about the room, taking in more details, “For me?”

“For you? Anything.”

Her cheeks flared with a sudden heat as she hid her hands nervously in her sweater sleeves. A natural habit that helped her feel that her bashfulness was hidden from him. But it never was. He could always tell when he made her blush and relished in it.

Gaius pointed at the painting at the back of the room. “This one is my favorite.”

It took up nearly the entire back wall. A huge painting of hundreds of angels amongst sunset lit clouds. All of their mouths poised to break into song.

She came to stand beside him and admire the painting with him. Her head tilted to one side as she took in the details of the strands of the angel's hair and the ripples of the clouds. It really was beautiful, she could understand why it was his favorite.

A heaviness filled the room as Song suddenly became acutely aware of how close Gaius was standing to her. Her heart stuttered in her chest. Her tongue suddenly felt too big for her mouth. Her stomach twisted in knots. In his presence, she felt more herself, but if she got too close she felt she could drown in him. Be all consumed by him. It was all too much and never enough. It was like her body was pushed to the edge of anticipation — waiting for something more to happen when he got this close.

Oh.

His fingers touched hers. Danced around her fingertips before finally settling in a loose hold of interlocked fingers.

Oh.

Her breath hitched. Her heart suddenly stopped and then went so fast she was sure it was going to burst from her chest.

Was this it? Was this a love worth dying for?

[baby-alien11]

Like in the movie (2)

lewistanofficial started to follow you

To say you were surprised when that notification light your phone, was nothing, I mean, you only gave him your first name

How on earth he found your instagram account from one day to another?

"Nugget", you called your little corgie, causing her to look at you, "Did you gave him my instagram user?"

In response, Nugget only lightly barked before returning her attention to her toys, making you laugh slightly before giving your complete attention to the TV in the hotel room to continue watching the movie that was currently on

Until your phone light up again, this time with a dm

lewistanofficial: Hey, I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I found you on instagram

ynusser: Hi Lewis, it's actually more surprising than weird

lewistanofficial: So you are comfortable with this, right?

ynusser: I mean, yeah, you are really nice

lewistanofficial: Well, I'm glad I make a good first impression

ynusser: I give it an seven point five out of ten

lewistanofficial: I'll work to reach to ten

ynusser: lol

That chat wasn't the last the two of you had, because for the next few days you countinue to text each other when he wasn't filming or you weren't working online, even having some videocalls in ocassions

All that communications ended with Lewis inviting you to go on a date which you accepted, and knowing he will take you to a restaurant, you choose to wear a short lantern sleeve dress with floral print in neutral colors with nude chunky heel sandals along with your Y/H/C loose with small waves, adorned with some necklaces, bracelets and rings

Recibing a text saying that he was at the lobby of your hotel, you took your face mask and your purse, looking at Nugget who was in your bed, making sure she had enough food and water while you weren't there

"Little Nugget, have fun, don't destroy anything because you are going to pay it, drink water, eat your food, and do your things in the papers in the bathroom", you instructed Nugget who only watched you with attention, "You have all your toys and a marathon of Bluey on the TV, so have fun and be nice, love you"

Glancing another look at your dog, you closed the door making sure that you had the access card to walk in the corridor to the elevator

During the whole elevator ride, you worked on controlling your nerves and making sure that you looked good and nothing were wrong with your whole look

Fortunately, when the elevator finally reached the lobby, you put a calmed expression in your face to walk in direction to the lobby, noticing how Lewis was standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of white and pink tulips in his hands

"Hey, Lewis", you greeted with a smile

"Hi, Y/N", Lewis responded, "You look beautiful"

"Thanks, you also look good"

"This are for you", Lewis said handing you the bouquet

"They are beautiful, thanks", you smiled recieving the flowers

"So, ready to go?"

"Absolutely"

During the car trip to the restaurant, you to sing-along the songs that played in the radio and laughing at both of your impressions of the artists

When you arrived to the restaurant, you were guided to the table that Lewis reserved for both of you, which was in a corner so you could have a little bit of privacy

After ordering your meals along with some white wine, both of you started to talk

"How is filming going?", you asked while the waitress served the wine

"Pretty great, we started filming like a week ago, before that we had fight trainning and costumes fittings", Lewis explain, "How's the business?"

"It's been good, I have a few orders to ship, well, my mom because she is the one who is in charge while I'm away"

"So, is kinda like a family business?"

"Something like that", you laughed, "I'm the head of the business and all, my mom helps me with the packaging, the two knuckleheads I have for brothers are the ones who help with the new products, and my dad takes me to the post office to deliever the packages"

"That sounds like a family business"

"I realized that while I was saying it"

After that sentence, you both laughed for a few minutes until your dishes arrived

"I propose a toast, for our pets who ran away and found each other", Lewis said lifting his cup of wine, "Thanks to them this is happening"

"For Nugget and Bear"

"For Bear and Nugget"

During the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to know more about each other while also sharing some funny stories about themselves or their families

It wasn't until they realised that the restaurant was about to close, that both of you decided to leave the restaurant to walk around a park nearby

"The food was really good", you commented while walking

"Before coming here I researched for the best restaurants", Lewis explained, "This was the number one"

"It earned that position"

"So, when do you go back to L.A.?"

"My flight is programmed to this sunday, basically in three days"

"In that case, I'd like you to visit the set one of these days"

Hearing that, you stopped walking to watch him in shock causing him to look at you with fun because of your face

"You're kidding"

"I am not", Lewis laughed, "I'm being completely serious, I already talk with the producers and they say they are fine, so, what do you say?"

"Lew, while I'm honored that you trust me enough to go to the set, as a fan of the books I prefer to see everything when the season is on Netflix"

"There's a way that I could possibly convince you to go?"

Lewis asked while getting close to you, making you lift your head due to the height diference

"No way, but you can try"

Looking between your eyes and lips, Lewis took one of your cheeks pulling you towards him, and you didn't stop him

Until your lips connected

That kiss felt like fireworks exploding around both of you, like they were to pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly, it was like it was meant to be

Slowly, when you were out of breath, both of you broke the kiss but your foreheads were still united

"For the record, I'm not longer a seven point five?", Lewis joked refering to the first messages that you shared

"Just shut up", you laughed taking the back of his neck to continue the kiss

I noticed that this is giving romcom movie, and I love it

For visual help, this is the dress and the shoes

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: I Like Him & I Like Him Too {1}*

Title: Like Him & I Like Him Too {1}*

Lewis Tan x Reader x Rege Jean Page

Warning: Technical Cheating, Plot, References to NSFW Content, Angst, Two-Timing, Dishonesty,

Words: 6.5k

Summary: Who knew it was possible to feel a connection with not one man but two. That is the predicament you find yourself in, then you are faced with an impossible decision. Choose. Date them both. Enjoy them. Keep it simple. It seemed harmless. Men do it all the time, no problem, right? If only that were the case for you.

Note: They look so good together but then again so do the others. It was hard making a choice. I hope you guys like the choice. Loosely inspired by Princess Nokia's "I Like Him & I Like Him Too." Part 2 coming. Wanna be tagged? Send me a message.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate it!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

"Choose."

You stood there stunned, frozen, and in complete disbelief.

This was not happening.

"Did you hear me, Y/N? You have to choose,” Regé said.

You heard him alright; you heard him loud and clear. You just couldn't make sense of your current situation. How in the world were they here right now? Last you’d heard one was in Croatia on set while the other in LA for meetings. How in the world were they both in your living room standing beside one another at this hour and moment in time? You looked from one to the other. They couldn't mean what you thought they meant right?

"Huh?"

It was high pitched and not very elegant or articulate, but it was all you could muster at the moment.

"We know you've been sleeping with us both. We've known for a while really. We knew and we still--but you have to choose now. Me or him?"

Your eyes widened at Lewis’ words. They did mean what you thought they meant. They knew? You have to choose? For a while? When did they find out? Why did they keep quiet? Why do this now? Why not just let things be what they were? So many questions echoed in your head.

"Shit," you whispered.

Panic filled you and bounced against every cell in your body. It was never a good thing when you panicked. You were an adult and completely capable of making your own decisions and fixing your problems, hell you’d been doing them for over ten years now. However, that all went out the window as you stood in front of the two men you’d been bouncing between for the last 4ish months, and you did the only thing you could think to do. You spun around and ran right back out the door you'd just walked through less than 5 minutes ago.

"Shit," you exclaimed, your voice echoing off the hollowed walls of the hall.

Standing there with your back pressed to the cold wall beside your door, you tried trying to wrap your head around things. With so many questions flitting through your head, you couldn’t hear yourself think let alone make sense of things. Unexpectedly, your door opened, and out marched the two of them.

"Y/N."

You shrieked, pushed yourself off the wall then hurried to the elevators. They didn't stop, they continued and advanced. So you increased your walk to a brisk speed walk.

"Where are you going?"

"You can't run from this,” Regé warned.

"You can't run from us," Lewis corrected.

"Stop. Just pick one of us."

No matter how many times you pressed the call button, the elevator didn't look like it was anywhere in sight, so you ran to the stairs at the end of the hall and then booked it down. You wanted to take them two at a time, but you knew the limits of your body and if you fell face-first down the stairs you would not escape this or them. It didn't matter one bit to you that you lived at the top of this 9-story condominium, it was the only feasible option. You only wanted to get away from them and this.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!”

With them shouting your name, you ran faster than a track star until you got to your car and sped off.

"What do I do? What do I do?"

You willed your panicked thoughts to slow so you could come up with soemthing and after a minute or two, you had the solution.

"Nicki! She'll know what to do."

You made a hard right just before you lost the turning green then sped to your best friend's house.

~~~~~~~~

"Bahahahahahahahhah!"

Nicki was on her back shaking her legs in the air hugging her stomach and going through the longest burst of laughter ever. What’s more, she was laughing at you.

Unbelievable!

"Really Nicki?"

You sat there with your arms crossed and a snooty pout on your lips. This was just like her, you thought. You were in the middle of a practical life crisis, and she was laughing at said life crisis.

"Aahahahbaahabahabahabah! Yes really. Wait. Wait,” she said while trying to catch her breath.

When she finally calmed just a bit, she used the backs of her hands to wipe the tears from her eyes and cheeks. “Wooooo, wow. So, they were there in your living room waiting for you. Then they told you to choose before you even kicked off your shoes?"

You nodded and she laughed some more.

"Then--then aaahahahahahha. Then you ran like a runaway bride with them chasing you screaming for you to choose? Hahahahahaha! Omg Y/N how is your life a soap opera, a comedy, and a drama all at once?"

"As my best friend you are not supposed to be laughing at me right now. Not right now Nic!”

She dramatically rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am. First I told you not to flirt and entertain them both. Then I told you not to go on a date with both of them. Then I told you definitely don’t sleep with both of them. I told you they would find out. I told you that you were playing with fire and opening Pandora's box. Now look."

She shook her head. “What a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive,” she said, echoing your mother’s prized saying. It was a saying that you’d hated all your childhood and now as a grown-ass adult you hated it even more.

"First of all, I didn’t practice to deceive anyone. I didn't mean to sleep with both of them. Second, I didn't even keep it from them. Yeah I didn’t come out and say it to either of them but it wasn't a secret,” you defended.

Nicki still shook her head at you with a glint of humor in her eyes. You knew she wanted to laugh at you some more, but she was doing her damndest to keep it in.

You groaned, “Jesus how did I get into this mess."

"Girl. Don't bullshit me. I am the queen of bullshit. I spew it so much for my own benefit I can smell it a mile away. You know just how you got into this mess. Your indecisive ass wanted your beautiful and perfect two-layered multi-flavored frosting with all the pretty decorations and to eat that shit too.”

You hated the truth to her words. You were indecisive but it wasn’t as crass as she was making it. You didn’t set out to two time.

“It’s not like that.”

“Do you like Regé?”

You scowled dramatically. “I like him.”

“And Lewis?”

“I like him too,” you whined.

Shit, this was a mess.

~~~~~~~~~

4 Months Ago

With your lens pointed just over the love lock bridge, you tried to capture the perfect angle that showed the bridge and the horizon. Just as you’d predicted the sunset made everything even more dreamy looking. The creamy orange, magenta, and mauve colors blended together and gave an appearance of a freshly done watercolor painting. You couldn’t help but smile as the tingles ran through your arms to your fingertips as they always did when your entire being knew you had the perfect shot.

Losing yourself in each frame, you snapped to your heart’s content. It wasn’t until you realized you’d turned yourself around to catch a whole different angle that before your lens was the most beautiful man you’d had the privilege of seeing in a long time. He stood at the bridge; elbows braced on the metal looking out with a pensive but serene look on his face. He looked to either be deep in thought about something or completely at peace.

You barely heard the gentle clicks coming from your camera with every picture you took. Part of you couldn’t believe that such a perfect model and shot existed. The Eiffel Tower just behind him added such a romantic element that you could hardly wait to get back to develop the shots and analyze them.

“Wow,” you muttered completely lost and in the zone.

You stepped sideways, around, then back and forth while changing the way you held your camera trying to milk the moment for everything it was worth. Without realizing it, the man had turned and was now staring directly at you. Still, you didn’t stop taking pictures. The fact that he was staring so intently into the lens only made the shot ten times better.

Snap-Snap, Snap-Snap-Snap, Snap-Snap.

Suddenly there he was up close and personal barely 5 inches from the lens. Startled, you snapped one more picture then leaped back.

“Oh my god. You scared the crap out of me.”

He smiled and then raked his fingers through his dark locks that looked so tempting. You immediately wanted to reach up and thread your fingers through it. You got so lost in the thought you followed where it led and when you had a flash of him pressing you against the bridge and kissing you with your fingers embedded in his hair and his hand plastered along your hips, you gasped.

“I would say take a picture it’ll last longer but looks like you already did,” he said pointing to your camera.”

“Huh?”

“The camera.”

You looked to your hands then finally understood.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. I—I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh no. What I was just too irresistible?”

“Actually—yeah. I was snapping the bridge and the Eiffel but then somehow you came in focus, and you just looked so—contemplative like you had so much on your mind but were at peace with it all. You looked meant for the scene. There was something about you. I couldn’t help myself.”

The way he stared at you was much more than two strangers exchanging simple words. The way his deep hazel eyes locked onto yours kept you rooted to where you stood. In this moment everything faded away. The throngs of people walking across the bridge taking pictures and merrily chatting, the couples securing new locks on the bridge, the school of seagulls and other birds flapping in the air above your heads, the loud sounds of the busy Persian city around you. All that you could see was him and his hypnotizing eyes.

“I’m Lewis,” he said holding his hand out to you. “And I’ll let you keep the pictures if you agree to have dinner with me tonight.”

His lips turned up in a soft smile that said he’d asked a question he knew the answer to, and he was just allowing you to confirm it. Such confidence you thought to yourself. He was clearly a man who always got what he wanted. Right now the only question in your mind was how much you wanted from him.

With a smile of your own, you placed your hand in his. “I’m Y/N and dinner sounds nice.”

A few hours later after ransacking your luggage to find the perfect dress that would ensure he was as captivated by you as you had been by him, you found yourself sitting before him at a restaurant that overlooked the Eiffel as well as the beautiful lights of the city. If he looked beautiful on the bridge he looked downright sinful tonight.

His black casual suit hugged his figure like a glove highlighting his toned and muscular frame. You hadn’t noticed earlier but now you could see he spent a significant amount of time being active. He looked strong and powerful. As he spoke you found yourself unable to look away from his eyes. Every word he spoke lit them in a different way. It was so easy to see he was a passionate man. A man who lived his life with passion and enthusiasm. To be honest, you were very drawn to that.

By the time the 2nd course came around you’d figured out where you’d seen him from. He tried to not make you feel like an idiot for not realizing he was an actor and instead said he thought it was endearing that you hadn’t recognized him automatically. Part of you was apprehensive about entertaining a celebrity but the other part wanted to ignore it and judge him on more than his profession. It was a back-and-forth debate all through dinner.

Dinner was perfect. There was never an awkward silence. The conversation easily flitted from topic to topic. When he spoke about acting you could tell he was in love with the profession. However when he spoke about martial arts you saw that was where his true love was. There was something about a man who could make you feel something about his hobbies and interests just from how he spoke about them.

After dinner, you walked through the city talking. You told him everything about your photography and even told him where he could find some of your stuff. Rather than waiting he dropped onto a bench, pulled out his phone and searched your name. Slowly he poured over your work complimenting every piece but going even deeper by discussing the components of photography that no one would randomly know.

You almost fell off the bench when he confessed he had a love of photography and filming too. It was then the universe made the decision that the night would end with you panting his name.

Sure enough almost an hour on the dot from when the decision was made his tongue was down your throat and your back was pressed on the crisp white sheets of the bed in his hotel room. You should have felt easy or slutty for getting it in on the first date, but you didn’t. There was an undeniable connection between the two of you and it was one you weren’t interested in denying or fighting.

The next morning you were the first awake and after taking a few minutes to stare at his gorgeous face you began dressing ready to make your dignified exit. However, just when you thought you’d make it out the door free and clear you felt his arms wrap around you pulling you back to him and in the bed for round 3.

One night turned into 3 days and 4 nights. You explored the city together, took pictures together, and had breakfast, lunches, and dinners. You made out like kids during the day and fucked like porn stars at night. By the time you went your separate ways, you each had the other’s number with vows to see each other again.

A month and a half went by with the both of you texting and video calling each other as you each got back to your own lives. You decided to let fate decide what was to be and not to be. Lewis was a sweetheart the entire time. He always sent you a “good morning beautiful” texts at the ass crack of dawn, so you’d see it first thing, he sent flowers to your apartment with notes reminding you he was thinking of you, “good night” texts and everything in between. He was the perfect guy and with every sweet gesture, you fell harder and harder for him.

By the two-month mark, you’d met up a handful of times to spend time together and usually you always ended up in bed together. Neither of you placed a label on things but it was obvious you enjoyed the time you spent together. It was around that time that you’d been chosen as the photographer for a celebrity photoshoot which led to your increasingly busy days. You wanted to make sure you were prepared and that your chosen direction for the shoot was the best.

Once the shoot day arrived you were well prepared. You were so prepared that you were already in the zone setting yourself up and talking to the crew about where you wanted to take the shoot. When you met the actor for the shoot you forgot how to speak for a minute. You’d known who he was because you’d watched the Bridgerton series and had heard all the hype about him. Even your best friend Nicki was going gaga over him.

When you laid eyes on him, you definitely understood why. He was fine as fuck. Somehow his face looked perfectly crafted. It was symmetrical and each feature was well-proportioned. He was gorgeous. Then when he spoke it was over. You knew the shoot was going to be next to impossible to get through without some filthy thoughts.

Surprising yourself, you managed to remain completely professional. You instructed him on posing and directed the shoot with ease. Half the work was having a good subject but with him, you found yourself easily in the zone. It was so easy to go through each different setting on the orchard that was rented for the shoot. He looked born for the camera.

With Regé underneath an apple tree, you approached him and rearranged his clothing while moving him to a better angle. You could feel his eyes on you, feel him watching everything you did but you didn’t want to focus on it. You knew if you did you could possibly get lost in his eyes and if he spoke good heavens it was a wrap.

When you scoped him from behind the lens you almost wished the fangirls were behind you to see it live. It was a great shot. As if directed to, Regé reached up and grasped a low hanging apple and cocked his head upward giving off instant BDE.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

From then, every shot was impeccable. He required minimal directing, low coaxing and was always on point knowing which angle or which pose made him look the most devastatingly handsome. By the time the shoot wrapped, you’d run 2 hours before time. You said your thank yous and goodbyes then holed up in your van to get a head start on going over the footage.

You were so transfixed in what you were doing that you didn’t even notice the knock on the glass. When you finally opened it, there stood Regé holding two large cups with orange-looking liquid and a wide smile on his face.

“Uuuh,” you stretched as you gawked at his mouth.

“You’re probably wondering what in the world I’m doing here, right?”

“Um--,” you began.

“I’d be wondering the same thing and normally I wouldn’t do this. I told myself not to do it if you believe that. I sat in my car ready to drive back to LA and made it thirty minutes back before I came back here. Now I’m thinking this might have been a bad move.”

His rambling was adorable. You couldn’t help but pinch your lips together in an attempt to stifle the laugh that wanted freedom. Seeing the humor on your face, Regé snorted, hung his head then shook it.

“Yeah. I’m gonna—go.”

“Don’t. You drove an hour to get here, the least I can do is take whatever it is that you’ve brought me,” you said.

Regé took you in for a few moments, probably trying to gauge if you were mocking him or being sincere. You smiled warmly hoping it came off as sincere. You watched as his bunched shoulders relaxed and his smile returned.

How stinking cute!

He got closer then held out one of the large cups. “I saw you drinking this all day and had the set assistant tell me what it was. Carrot, mango, banana, pineapple smoothie with ginger half an apple and a dash of turmeric, right?”

You were impressed.

“Wow. Even down to the turmeric you got right.”

“The details are important to me.”

You smiled and took the cup. “Thank you.”

You took a hearty sip and moaned. “Good stuff.”

Regé smiled and you noted something quirky about his mouth. It wasn’t something off-putting or unattractive it was a tiny quirk about him that made him even more attractive. Realizing you were staring; you cleared your throat.

“Want to come in my van?”

Regé quirked a brow, “I don’t know. We’ve all heard stories of getting in vans with strangers.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Strangers? I think I am better acquainted with you than your best friend. I just spent the last 9 hours up close and very personal with every inch of your face. I can recite in detail every freckle, mole, and beauty mark.”

“Is that so?”

Nodding, you took another sip of your smoothie.

“I am tempted to challenge you on that, but I’ll concede.”

“Plus I think little ol’ me couldn’t overpower you even a little bit to have my with you,” you teasingly said.

Regé scoffed. “I can testify that there would be no need for overpowering.”

Your eyes locked and you registered the flirtatious aura coming off him.

Dear lord help me he is flirting with me now.

“Eh-em, since that’s clarified, come on in.”

He climbed into the van with you shutting the doors behind him. When he looked at what you were doing he lurched back.

“Wow. I’m everywhere.”

“You sure are. Not a bad view I’d say.”

Again your eyes met, and his perfect cupid’s bow lined lips lifted to the side.

“Anyway, I was just doing some touch-ups and playing around with some elements. You’re welcome to tell me which ones you like and which you don’t. It might make my job of narrowing them down easier.”

For the next few hours, you sat in the van discussing photography, the world, his hobbies, and everything in between. You laughed, teased, and flirted easily. It felt like you’d been friends for years and though there was an air around you both that reeked of flirtation and seduction, it didn’t make things awkward at all.

By the time both of you realized you’d been locked in the van for over three hours, the sun had already begun to set over the canyons. You were the one to make a move to get back to the city first. Regé opened the driver’s door for you and then waited for you to secure yourself. Once it was shut, you said your goodbyes. Just when you’d put the key in the ignition, you heard a tap on the glass.

“Forgot something?”

“I did and it’s something that I would regret for a very long time.”

Confusion filled you as you waited for him to continue.

“My mother has always told me things happen for a reason and whenever I find myself in certain situations, I should do what I can to fully take advantage of it. It’s better to live fully than have regrets. I know I’d regret it if I got in my car and drove back to LA and left things up to chance to see you again because I’d think about you every day until chance stepped in. I want to take the middleman out. Can I see you again, Y/N?”

Your jaw dropped. This was not on your bingo card for the year. You hadn’t expected to meet one celeb and feel an instant connection let alone a second and have the same connection. For a moment, your mind ran on Lewis and your time spent together in France. Part of you felt like the right thing to do was turn Regé down because of what you may have started with Lewis, but the other part felt no qualms accepting Regé advances especially since there were no defined terms on your relationship with Lewis.

“I’d like that,” you said.

“Really?”

You nodded and his smile could have lit up the evening sky.

“How about dinner tomorrow. I’m in town for 2 more days and tomorrow is the only free one I have. If that doesn’t work for you then I can try to rearrange some things on my schedule for the day after.”

He began pulling out his phone ready to do just that if you required it. Smiling you shook your head.

“No, tomorrow works fine for me.”

Your eyes locked again, and you both remained where you were just smiling at each other. It took a few moments after you exchanged numbers for both of you to get on your way back to the city, but your drive back was a pleasant one despite the ridiculous traffic.

“Don’t do it,” Nicki said over the phone the following night as you were getting dressed in your hotel room for your date with Regé.

“Why? Nicki if you were there and saw how he was, omg he is adorable in a sweet, sexy, gentlemanly way.”

“I hear that and of course, he is the Duke of Hastings.”

The two of you busted out laughing.

“See. I am burning to go on this date.”

“Yeah I know just what is burning. You should get that checked out.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious. You’ve started something with the other one. You can’t start something with this one too. You know what that’s called.”

“Okay yes, but we have no concrete plans to see each other again and this is just dinner.”

The silence on the line said everything you needed to hear to know what Nicki’s face looked like.

“Y/N,” she cautioned.

You knew she was probably right, but you couldn’t ignore the connection you felt with him in the van, hell even during the whole shoot. There was something about him, something that you were curious to delve deeper into.

“You’re still going aren’t you?”

“It’s just dinner.”

With that, you made your way to the address Regé texted you. When you arrived, you stepped out to the exterior of one of LA’s most exclusive hotels. It was then you paused. Was this a good idea? You stood there for a few minutes weighing your options but by the time you stepped inside the lobby, you’d landed on only one. Do what feels right.

One of the lobby attendants led you through and around a few corners to a dining room that was completely empty except for one table with plenty of roses to line your path. It was breathtaking. At the table stood Regé in a comfortable navy-blue suit that looked custom-made for him. It fit him so well you couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over him.

Have mercy.

When you approached him, his smile made butterflies hijack your belly. You practically gawked at him as you exchanged pleasantries. Every smile only drew you deeper and deeper in. Throughout the night, he did all the right things, pulled out your chair for you, laid your napkin across your lap for you, poured your wine, actively listened to everything you said, asked the right questions that showed he had a genuine interest in you and your thoughts, and even maintained eye contact rather than allowing his eyes to dip down to your cleavage.

By the time the 3rd course ended, you knew this was not just one dinner. There was no way it could be just dinner. You could already see another dinner, lunch, and even breakfast with this man. You could see beach walks, trips in first class, art museum trips, leisure walks through libraries, and wine-colored sheets tangled at your ankles.

Fuck!

Three hours, plenty of deep conversation, flirtatious looks, hand grazes, laughs, and whispers later, those wine-colored sheets you’d envisioned had been manifested in his hotel room and they were in fact tangled around your ankles and your wrists. He may have looked like a gentleman, but in the sheets, Regé Jean Page, was a freak and you could not get enough of him.

The next morning, you’d managed to sneak away before he woke but found a rather embarrassing floral arrangement at your hotel by late afternoon with a note asking you to “encompass all his free time for the foreseeable future”. You were totally gone at that point. He had you and looking back was a thing you did not know how to do.

~~~~~~~~~

-Present Day-

You hadn’t gone back to your place the whole day. Nicki said you could stay with her for a few days while you cleared through the shambles of your life. All you could do was think over the last four months of your life. You went through meeting both Regé and Lewis and how the first date with both went. Then your thoughts moved to the time you’d spent together over the last few months.

After you’d spent the few days with Regé in LA, he made sure that you knew he had intentions of seeing you again and that this was not a one-and-done situation. You liked that he spoke with intention and didn’t leave things up to chance. So when he’d gone back to London and you to New York, you were pleasantly surprised when he made plans for you to come to London to spend a week with him.

That week was a good week. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so much or felt like such a mushy girl. He made you feel prized, precious and cherished like he didn’t ever want you to doubt what he felt. There was something about him that gripped you, something about him that you wanted to keep forever.

A week after you’d returned to NY, Lewis came out to visit under the guise that it was for work. However, by the 2nd day of his visit, he let it slip that it was just because he missed you too much and needed his fix of you. Where Regé made you feel prized, precious, and cherished, Lewis, made you feel owned, safe, and protected like you were the only person on his mind at all times. It was intoxicating to have his eyes on you and even more dizzying when his lips were on you.

That is how it went. Every two weeks you saw one of them, either in your neck of the woods or theirs and you spent a week together. One blissful, fun, sensual, hedonistic week together where you learned more about each other and found more and more things that you liked. By the 3rd month, you found yourself in a state of confusion because you’d begun mixing things up between them.

Before you were able to manage your feelings and the butterflies they gave you. You were able to compartmentalize things and find a way to continue this arrangement without allowing the sex, sweet words, cuddles, deep gazes, hand-holding, breathless whispers, late-night promises, looks of adoration, and sensual heat of their auras to trip you up. That had practically vanished by the 3rd month.

You found yourself reading into actions, texts, looks, kisses, and touches. It was difficult to leave things at face value or just at flesh-on-flesh indulgence, or even a pass time or distraction from your stressful and chaotic lives. Missing both of them intensely had become a new normal, a painful normal, a normal you didn’t quite like. Thinking about them constantly was at the basic level of your day and had become quite distracting. Needless to say, Nicki’s earlier warnings had come to fruition.

The image of Regé and Lewis standing practically side by side in your living room earlier flashed into your mind and you groaned. Slamming the pillow over your head, you screamed into it hoping to get your frustration and panic out. However, after almost a full minute of screaming, you still felt at the highest level of panic.

Bzz-Bzz

The sound of your notifications once again alerted you of possibly another message. Your phone had been blowing up the entire afternoon since you ran from the two men in your apartment. They’d called, texted, video called, what’s app’d, IG DM’d, and everything in between. You hadn’t replied or even checked them. You were too afraid of what the messages and voicemails said. What if they were pissed with you and were thoroughly sucking you out in all the messages? What if they were breaking up with you? What if they wanted an explanation? What if they still wanted you to choose?

That was probably the most terrifying option for you. Choosing. How in the world could you choose? The thought made your stomach swirl with nausea, made your head pound as if you’d found yourself on the wrong side of a hangover, and your heart thud dangerously fast. Who were you supposed to choose?

You allowed your thoughts to drift to the possibility of choosing between them. You thought about choosing Regé and went through the motions of envisioning moving forward with just him and things looked beautiful, but it didn’t take long for Lewis’ face to pop into your mind and all the things you’d miss about him to flood the daydream of you and Regé. Then when you switched and thought of choosing Lewis and went through those motions of moving forward with him the same thing happened. Soon, you were staring blankly into the ceiling with Lewis’ face on one side and Regé’s face on the other.

“Fuck,” you forcefully whispered.

In this moment, it was clearer than crystal to you the level of fucked you were. You were so fucked you saw no way to unfuck yourself. You’d fucked yourself the minute you decided to entertain them both. You’d fucked yourself the moment you’d allowed Regé to kiss you. You’d fucked yourself the moment his large hands held yours above your head as he ravaged your body and plowed into your core like he had a mission, and it was to embed his very essence and aura into you so in the event of this moment where you thought to choose anyone but him you’d find it impossible.

You grabbed your phone, held your breath then looked at your notifications. 20 missed calls. 40 unread messages and several others from social media apps.

“Fuck!”

You saw the last missed call was twenty minutes ago from Lewis and before you tapped the call log your phone buzzed to life again with another call, this one from Regé. You froze and allowed it to ring out to voicemail. Guilt filled you so heavily that you had to reach down to ball the blanket in your fist. Once you’d gained some composure, you tapped your messages and tapped Lewis’.

MSG Lewis: Y/N. Come on. This is childish. You can’t ignore me forever.

Sighing, you scrolled up to the very beginning.

MSG Lewis: Seriously!? You ran away!              3:04pm

MSG Lewis: Both of us! I can’t believe you’d do that.      3:07pm

MSG Lewis: I thought I meant something to you. I thought we had something. Turns out it was a lie. You were playing me.       3:10pm

MSG Lewis: I didn’t deserve that.          3:11pm

MSG Lewis: I need to know why. Why’d you do it??         3:15pm

MSG Lewis: Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong?     3:16pm

MSG Lewis: Wasn’t I enough?                 3:21pm

MSG Lewis: You should have told me from the beginning if you didn’t feel the same way for me as I did for you.               3:30pm

MSG Lewis: You need to answer the phone and explain Y/N. You got me all fucked up.                                        3:55pm

MSG Lewis: None of this makes any sense. The way we were. The things you said. The things you let me do to you. It makes no sense.     4:01pm

MSG Lewis: Was this all sex for you? Did none of it mean anything to you? Did I mean nothing?                                 4:05pm

MSG Lewis: When did it start?                    4:30pm

Msg Lewis: Were you ever going to tell me if I didn’t show up today with him?                            4:32pm

MSG Lewis: You have to choose one of us.          5:00pm

MSG Lewis: Shit I should just delete your number and move on at this point. You’ve shown me how little you respect me.          5:20pm

MSG Lewis: I don’t know how to though.               6:30pm

MSG Lewis: You got me fucked up!            11:45pm

You finished the long line of texts from Lewis and the tears that rolled down your cheeks was impossible to stop. He sounded so hurt, so broken, but not angry. You deserved his anger. If he would have done this to you there is no one in the world that would have been able to stop you from kicking him in the nuts and ending things with the most vicious words?

However, seeing how the roles were reversed, your belly dropped with the thought of him deleting your number and moving on. It sank in then, that wasn’t what you wanted at all. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard ready to type a message. Should it be “I’m sorry”, “I didn’t mean for this to happen”, or “It’s not what you think”? Nothing seemed right, nothing seemed like enough. There was too much to say to sum it up in a text.

Sighing, you went to Regé’s messages. Before you began reading you took several calming breaths.

MSG Regé: I can’t believe you’d do this. You ran?!              3:05pm

MSG Regé: Both of us? I did not expect that from you.       3:06pm

MSG Regé: I thought we had something special. I thought we were special. You’ve been lying to me though.          3:11pm

MSG Regé: You’ve been making a fool of me this whole time!  None of it was real. Was it? 3:12pm

MSG Regé: Why? Why lie? Was this all about sex?      3:15pm

MSG Regé: I wouldn’t have done this to you.       3:16pm

MSG Regé: I need to know the truth. Answer the phone Y/N. Please. Just pick up. 3:20pm

MSG Regé: I’ve been nothing but good to you. Respectful of you and honest with you. Why wasn’t that enough?             3:30pm

MSG Regé: Why wasn’t I enough?       3:31pm

MSG Regé: If you weren’t all in you shouldn’t have agreed to that first date. Shouldn’t have let me kiss you. Shouldn't have gone up to my room. Shouldn't have let me put my hand underneath your dress. There are so many things you shouldn't have done. So many things.         3:40pm

MSG Regé: I can’t make sense of any of this. The more I think about it there is no way you were pretending. Were you?      4:00pm

MSG Regé: This can’t be all about sex. Right?          4:10pm

MSG Regé: Was I first or was he?      4:30pm

MSG Regé: Was this all a game to you?     4:45pm

MSG Regé: If we didn’t confront you would you have fessed up or kept lying?      5:00pm

MSG Regé: I don’t even know if I care about you choosing anymore. If you cared about me we wouldn’t be here.       5:30pm

MSG Regé: I don’t even know who you are. It all feels like a lie.  You feel like a lie and definitely who I thought you were.    5:45pm

MSG Regé: I should end this.             6:00pm

MSG Regé: But I don’t think I can.             11:55pm

You dropped the phone then buried your face again into the pillow and allowed yourself to cry. You’d royally fucked up, and what was worse was that you had no idea what you were going to do about it.

A/N: To Be Continued....

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Summary - a young woman’s life is thrown into chaos when someone from her past comes back,showing that he will stop at nothing to fulfill his darkest desires. 

Warning - slow burn, language, mention of drug use, smut, themes of stalking and other tw things.

Purdue World Banking was one of the top banks in Los Angeles, used by some of the richest families and business tycoons from around the world. You were rarely phased by the uppity types that in through those doors, often times you plaster on a fake smile, handle all the checks and cash and then send them on their way like normal.

It was a boring job to say the least but it paid well, it also helped that you quickly made friends with two other clerks named Travis and Nikki, both of them made the long hours easier. Both their personalities mixed well, even though you were slightly quieter than than them, you still always had made and teased one another.

A light tap on your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, glancing to your right, Nikki wears a playful grin before her eyes flicker to the revolving doors, the tall, build man that’s been haunting your dreams for the last six month coming in. He walks almost with a cocky strut, his long legs carrying him with this air of confidence that you noticed the moment you’ve met him. It was at random that day he came in, you were still training still getting to know the ropes when he came to your window.

Being your first time left alone, you were a little flustered stumbling over the keyboard and Lewis was there, smiling sat sweetly and even cracking a few jokes put you at ease, it did help the fact that he was easy on the eyes too. After that day, he’s always made it a point to come too your line, he was always friendly and patient, sometimes you think he would prolong the conversation, not that you were complaining that much.

You feel your smile growing as he walks closer, pull his sunglasses off his face as his smile widens as well, “Hi there gorgeous.”

Your cheeks grow warm from the compliment and you playfully roll your eyes, continuing typing away on your on you keyboard, “good afternoon, Mr. Tan.”

Lewis smirks, leaning against the counter as he shakes his head. “I thought I said you didn’t have to call me that?”

You spare him a glance before going back to your desktop, you already had his information up on the screen ready to go but you actually liked to banter with him. Once he was done openingly checking you, he passes you a heavy envelope and his ID. He never really brought up what he did for a living and you never made it a point to ask him but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering form time to time. After finishing up the processing and a few flirty exchanges, you expected him to give you his signature wink before disappearing out the building him but this time he stayed behind, talking to you more since it was relatively slow today. 

“So, a new bistro just opened up a few blocks from here,” Lewis says, his fingers toying with the rim of his sunglasses.

You had your chin rested in your palm, taking in his appearance noticing the small tattoos on his hands and you often wonder if he had more. “Mhm, it looks good and the reviews have been hyping it up but its been packed there nonstop; heard you couldn’t even get seating outside!” Shaking your head, you mumble a complaint about LA being too much, earning a chuckle from Lewis before he looks back down, almost like he’s thinking something.

He soon clears his throat after a moment a of comfortable silence falls between the both of you, “well, if you’re free tomorrow night, I was thinking about checking it out and I’d love too have you come with me.” His voice was low now, holding your attention for a moment before you register what he had just asked you. Lewis just asked you on a date to one of the restaurants that you’ve been wanting to visit for the past two weeks now, you have had a crush on this man for a while now but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you try but fail to hide your frown and from the way his playful smirk slowly drops makes your heartache.

Realizing your answer without you having to say anything, you both try to apologize rushing it out at the same time to try and bypass the awkwardness of the situation and you couldn’t of felt even more worse.

“I-“

“Hey, it’s fine really I’m big boy, I can handle rejection.” Lewis says, standing tall and wearing that smirk that has your thighs pressing together. You were attracted to him, he was funny and cocky in away that any other man it would off doughy like, but with Lewis you just knew he wasn’t all talk.

So why were you hesitating?

You think back to last weeks session with doctor Moorse and how she’s been pushing you, at your own pace of course, to start to become more open to ‘putting yourself out there’. Besides Nikki and Travis, you didn’t know anyone in this city and you preferred to keep it that way but after some more convincing from doctor Moorse to at least try so that’s what you were going to do.

Quickly, snatch the receipt you had handed too him, confusing him as you write you number down before handing it back, finding the counter more interesting for the moment, missing a wide smile on his face when he sees your number.

“I’ll text you later?” his voice sounded hopeful and you nod, catching a glance of him before he leaves.

*************

You were nervous. 

After Lewis had left yesterday, you had been a mess. A date!? You couldn’t even remember the last time you have even gone out on a date, it must of been years. At the thought, you feel your heart sinking to the pit of your stomach.

‘I can’t do this..’

You were already having second thoughts, you didn’t know if you were ready or not to put yourself back out there and you’ve been now sitting on your couch all morning battling all the ‘what ifs’. Your phone vibrated next to your bouncing leg and see it’s from Lewis.

Lewis: I’m excited for tonight! :)

A small smile tugs on your face, you’ve been texting back and forth a little since you gave him your number and it was nice, he was still being sweet and funny, you liked talking to him too but still, you couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your head warning you to not leave the house. Feeling like you were driving yourself crazy, you quickly dial doctor Moorse number, who picks up on the second ring.The conversation had taken up most of your day as by the time you had gotten off the phone with her, you only have an hour left to get ready.

“Don’t give him the power to control your life anymore, Y/n. He can’t hurt you anymore..” 

You had repeated those words over and over to yourself while getting ready. Moorse reminded you that, you had moved all the way here to LA as a means to start fresh and that’s what you were going to do.

Smoothing down the front of the satin red dress you had tucked away in your closet, you had thought you’d never get to wear that again but glad that you were.

You and Lewis both agreed to meet up around eight and it was already ten minutes til; you had arrived a little earlier, taking a look around the area before you finally decided to park across the street since it’s free parking for today.

Soon, you find yourself walking the pavement towards the busy restaurant, hearing laughter and chatter from guest already seated, it doesn’t take you long to spot Lewis who was already outside waiting, chatting with the two younger men were parking the guest cars. As you make your way over, you can’t help but to take him in, getting the clear height of him. You knew he was tall but from sitting behind counter made it harder to fully take him in; his hair was cut and styled as the black suite and tie combo worked well for him, highlighting his muscular frame that, apart of you would be lying, if you weren’t even the slightly curious about how good he would look outside of that suite.

A low whistle comes from one of the younger guys, drawing Lewis attention to behind him and his jaw nearly dropped on the floor.

“Wow, hi..”

You couldn’t stop the grin from spread across your face as his eyes dance across your figure from head to toe, any other man and you would of squirmed in disgust but with Lewis you actually wanted his attention, wanted his gaze to stay focus on you and you had gotten your wish.

Dinner was going smoothly, after ordering a food and drinks, you had felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with him as he was sharing more about himself and you were giving him bits and pieces but he didn’t push you to share more than what you were comfortable with. The more he spoke, the more you found yourself growing more and more attracted to him, from his ability to transition from one topic to another with ease, always keeping you on your toes with the flow on conversation. If he wasn’t filing in the conversation, he was attentive, listening and giving you his full attention and you find yourself liking it.

The waitress had finish clearing off the plates after dropping off new drinks for you both, you were only on your second glass which surprised you as well.  Lewis had just got done showing you pictures of his dog when his phone vibrate.

“Maybe you should take it?” You had asked, throughout the night, his phone has been going off with notifications, you didn’t mind too much but he insisted on just ignoring it but now, a small curse leaves from his lips as he glances down at his phone before sighing. 

“Uh, yeah it’s work I’m sorry sweetheart.” his voice showed a sign of annoyance, having to leave to take the call in the middle of his date wasn’t something he had wanted too do, in fact he was planning on ignoring the call all together but you insisted on him answering it. “I’ll be back.” with that, Lewis had quickly gotten to head out, giving a wink before you hear him answering the call as he heads out towards the front.

You take a sip from your glass of wine, glancing around the establishment at the other guest dining, watching the waiters and bussers moving about but one figure stops your gaze making your blood run cold.

‘No..’

Blinking a few times, you look back towards the other side of the room nearing the kitchen. Your mind had to be playing tricks on you, it had to be but as you glance in the same direction, he’s still there, only this time he was making his way through the crowd and towards you.

‘He’s not real..’

Two steps during into two strides.

‘He’s not real...’

He runs a hand down his chin as a wicked smile soon dawns on his face, his eyes growing darker the closer he got.

‘He’s not-’

You didn’t give yourself time to think, grabbing your clutch you move as fast as your heels would let you and you didn’t look back. The warm breeze from the summer night rushes into your lungs as you step out the restaurants, feeling like you were already out of breath.

“Y/n?” Glancing over to your left, you see Lewis standing with his phone pressed against his ear but he already looked two seconds away from ending the call. Shaking your head, you let out an shaky apology before taking back off towards your car as fast you can, fearing that looking back would give him time to catch you.

Ignoring your name being called, you make in towards the parking lot and frantically looking for you keys. Everything was felt like a blur too you as you piled out the parking lot, hands barely able to grip the steering wheel as you speed through traffic.

You dial the one person you knew, knew just how heavy this situation was. After the third ring, your sister had finally picked up, “Hell-”

“He’s back, Mya I saw h-him, I-I-”

“Whoa, hold on Y/n, what are you-”

You pull too a red light, a sob leaving your lips as you try to keep it together but you couldn’t. “It was him Mya, I saw him just now and-and he saw me.”

A sigh comes from the other end. “Y/n, are you sure?”

“Yes!” You shouted, wiping your tears quickly.

“Matt, he’s back!”

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A/N: So, i’m a dummy and accidentally posted this without finishing it so if you read it, i’m sorry lol. This is a new series that I have been working on for a while but just haven’t been able to write until now. English isn’t my first language i am sorry for the misspell of words. 

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

FUCK, MARRY, KILL.

Description: in which you witness Kyle (Lewis) murder your boyfriend and he has to decide should he fuck, marry, or kill you in this series.

Warning(s): some smut situations, mature audience only, must be 18+ to read, blood/gore mentions, some rape, drug use, strong and vulgar language.

Pairing(s) Lewis Tan (Kyle Reece) x black reader.

Also, do anyone have gifs of Lewis tan in the scene where he was covered in blood leaned against the food truck?? Please send them to me!

You listened as your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “Mm, I need to shower.” You whispered, kissing his face, getting off of his lap, he groaned reaching for you, pulling you back to him by your arm, planting a kiss on your lips, kissing his lips back repeatedly, You smiled against his lips pulling away, “Be back.” He bit his lip watching as you crawled out of bed, in nothing but the clothes you were born with. Butt ass naked.

“Damn, I miss the both of you already,” he smirked. You laugh softly, pulling your hair up into a tight bun.

Starting the shower, you heard him talking to someone; thinking he was trying to say something to you. You answered but still couldn’t make out what he was saying, stepping away from the shower door of the hotel bathroom, you strolled to the bathroom door, slowly opening it, you froze seeing some man beating and stabbing your boyfriend to death, you quickly covered your mouth and moved away from the door as the man looked up, trying to hide your breathing. Afraid you would be next, you could still hear your boyfriends muffled screams in agony, and pleads. You heard one last bloody gargle, you silently cried, pushing your body down on the floor, trying to hide in the department in the sink but before you could get your full body in, you were pulled out by your hair, squeezing your eyes closed. Hoping if you didn’t see his face he would just leave you.

“Hmm,” he looked you in the eyes and over your body. Lifting you up by your throat.

He took in your appearance. You were by far the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on; it made sense how your boyfriend was fighting back so hard. He didn’t want nothing to happen to his prized possession, he didn’t know what your boyfriend had done to piss off his client so much, but they sure paid a fortune to make sure he was out the picture. You? You were just collateral damage… now he wondered what he should do with you. “Open those eyes,” his voice did not match his appearance, you thought to yourself. Fighting to keep your eyes close, you hit at him. “Please, I didn’t see anything; let me go!” You cried. You felt over his face feeling all of the blood, your lover’s blood.

“Can’t trust that, open those eyes.” He spoke again.

This time without hesitation, you opened your eyes to him. He smirked slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes. “Mmm, such a waste. Killing such a vibrant beauty. With such smooth skin.” You struggled as he tightened his grip around your neck. Although it was turning you on, you also feared for your life. Dangling in mid-air, he placed you on your feet. “Ah, Ah. Don’t even think about it,” he grabs your arm tight, leaning over grabbing the robe you hand laid out on the counter. “Turn off the shower. Be discreet. You’re coming with me until I figure out what I’m going to do with you.” Shaking your head no. “No. I’m not going with you! Kill me right now.” He smirked. “That’ll greatly be my pleasure,” he reached in his waistband, grabbing the gun aiming it in your face. You stammered. You didn’t want to die. You wasn’t ready to die. “Okay. O-okay! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please, don’t kill me.”

You dressed in the robe and some slippers like he asked, he cleaned himself off, with the bathroom door open to get a good look at you. He slipped on the matching robe and your boyfriends slides, “As we go in this lobby, do not signal for help or even hint that we aren’t together. Is that understood? I will not hesitate to kill you or anyone else that gets in my way.”

“Y-yes.” You stammered. The both of you exited the room, you dropped your head noticing the cameras. He smirked because he had already cut all feed, leading you on the elevator, he placed his arm around your waist tight and firmly; his gun pointed to your side. “Don’t try anything.” Tucking his gun into the waistband of his pants, he led you off the elevator. “Now smile.” You forced a smile, but than it turned into a real one; why wouldn’t it? The man in front of you was fine as wine, but than you remembered.

You’re being kidnapped by your boyfriends killer.

Once you both entered his car. That was on the side of the building, he looked you over. “I’m going to have loads of fun with you, but how about we play a little game for awhile, I want you to give me a reason not to kill you. Ever heard of Fuck? Marry? Kill?” The way the word kill rolled off his tongue gave you chills. “T-that’s not exactly how that game works.” He glanced bet after you with a little smirk, than away at the road. He placed child lock on your door incase you tried to make a run for it, you tried to unlock the door and open it when bam, the bud of his gun came across your face, you were knocked out cold.

As you slept, he threw you over his shoulder and led you inside his home. A glass house in the middle of no where in Los Angeles, California. That’s right. He brought you, miles and hours away from your home. He tossed you down onto the bed, tying your hands to the bed, he looked you over as you slept, knocked out cold, he undressed himself. He was no rapist. But he couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through his mind, he looks you over one last time before walking off to the adjoining bathroom. Opening the door, he turned on the shower. Stepping in, he washed himself down real good.

“You’re awake,” he smirked drying his hair off.

You just looked at him, rattling your hands and the chains, you looked down seeing you were still clothed but the once white robe was now covered in your blood. “Let me go, please.” You pleaded, you was so scared. You didn’t know what this man had planned for you; what your boyfriend had gotten himself and you in. You were just trying to get out of this situation. “That’s not happening, you’ll be here until I decide what to do with you. Besides, I’m sure you’re a prime suspect in your boyfriend’s murder.” You didn’t know what to think, what you would be going back to if he did let you go. “Then let me go, they’ll just assume I killed him.” He clicks his teeth. “I haven’t had my fun with you, yet.” You watched as he opened the drawers on the dresser, you couldn’t help notice the size of his dick, cause of course, he was naked. He slipped on some briefs, looking back at you. “What? Never seen one this big?” You stammered on your words.. “N-no.”

He smirked. You couldn’t help but notice the burns from his ear down the side of his face and back, but you never questioned him about them. “Let’s get you fed and clothed, shall we?”

@skyesthebomb @laylasbunbunny

[crimsontemplar]

    havia algo ignoto em sua essencia que era excepcionalmente agradável para a alma exaurida de takenoki. convidativo. aprazível. acolhedor. estar em sua presença ia além da noção pré-definida e robotica dos deveres que ambos  efetuavam enquanto shinobis. haru, por vez, aprendeu a apreciar o consumo de tal âmago deleitoso e as decorrências positivas cintilando em sua vida. ser tratada como um indivíduo qualquer, sem a sombra asfixiante dos deveres do clã pairando sob si.

[darkeangelus]

Ricstar Watch DeadPool 2

I decided to take a page from Wade Wilson's 'breaking the fourth wall' playbook and wrote a story that let him have some fun with Rictor and Shatterstar as they're dragged -unwillingly- into Deadpool's cinematic world. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14703312

Any discussion about the movie is welcome in the comments or feel free to message me.