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crimson-chains · 2 days ago
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Postcard for patrons! :D Yildun and Polaris with a pride flag  ^^
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angelasscribbles · 2 days ago
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Star Crossed Chapter 7: Into the Maze
 Series: Star Crossed
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Riley x Drake
Rating: NSFW 
Warnings: Language and Lemons 🍋🍋🍋
Song Inspiration: Hold On To The Nights by Richard Marx
Word Count: 3,179
A/N: I have been made aware that @DCBBW has also given her Riley Brooks the middle name Renee. It is entirely possible that the name Riley Renee Brooks was kicking around in my subconscious because I have read her work. She and I have discussed this, and I offered to change my Riley’s middle name, but she graciously told me she was fine with it. (Side note: this was not the original middle name I had chosen for her, but once I had her give Drake the name Ren, I had to retcon her middle name to fit.)
A/N 2: There is a line in here that is a nod to the one-shot "Between Friends" by @harleybeaumont. You'll know it when you see it (it's at the end of the NSFW bit.) Thank you @harleybeaumont for letting me use your line!
My other stuff: Master List.
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He paced nervously outside the entrance to the hedge maze, unsure if she would show. A million things could interfere with her ability, and her desire, to sneak out of the palace.
He raked a hand through his hair as he asked himself for the four hundredth time what the hell he was even doing. She was married. To his best friend. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear her approaching.
“Drake?”
He spun at the sound of her voice, “You came!”
“You sound surprised.”
He was surprised and elated and terrified all at the same time. He instantly decided his reaction was ridiculous considering they’d known each for barely twenty-four hours, so he covered with humor, “You didn’t have to climb down a wall, did you?”
“No.” She said with a soft smile. “Nothing as dramatic as that. Not this time.”
“I should have thought of that…you don’t really know your way around yet. It would have been easier for me to come to you. Which room are you in?”
“The big one next to Liam’s.”
“Of course. That makes sense. I’m right down the hall from you. That would have been easier, maybe. I’m sorry I asked you to sneak out.”
“It’s ok, really. I like it out here in the gardens.”
“Yeah…” His eyes took in the surroundings, then he tilted his head toward the entrance to the maze, “Why don’t we get out of sight?”
“Oh!” She visibly startled, “That’s probably a good idea!”
“I’m sorry,” She said as they stepped into the topiary, “I’m not used to having to sneak around.”
“It’s ok. Neither am I.” He admitted, guilt swirling in his stomach. He should tell Liam.
“You sure you know your way around in here?” She asked as she glanced around at the literal maze he was leading her through.
“Like the back of my hand. I grew up at the palace, we used to play maze tag in here.” He assured her, taking her hand so she didn’t stumble in the darkness.
“We?” She took his hand and moved closer to him.
“Yeah, me and my sister Savannah, Leo, Liam and Olivia. And sometimes the Beaumont brothers when they were visiting.”
“Wow, so you really did grow up here, with Liam?”
“Yep.”
“You didn’t mention any of that last night. If you had, I would have figured out who you were.”
“Then I’m glad I didn’t. If you had figured out who I was, then what happened between us might not have happened.” He shot a sidelong glance at her, her expression confirming his statement.
They walked in silence for a moment, then she asked, “Why didn’t you mention it though? Seems like a huge part of your life to leave out.”
He tried to formulate the right words to explain it to her, “That’s because those other things, Texas, the military, they feel more real in a lot of ways than all…this. More meaningful.”
“That makes sense, actually.”
“Plus, when women find out I’m Liam’s best friend, suddenly it’s not about me anymore, it’s about getting an introduction to Liam or Leo.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” She gave his hand a little squeeze before another thought occurred to her, “Did you think I would be like that?“
He shrugged, “There’s a lot of precedence.”
Her reply died on her lips as they entered an open area near the center of the maze that contained a wishing well. It was beautiful, draped in twinkling starlight, all the shrubs in the clearing were in bloom and the cobblestones glistened in the moonlight. The well at the center was made of stone and mortar, dotted with smaller, more colorful stones, shimmering in the dim light of the clearing.
He guided her past that to a stone bench and released her hand, gesturing for her to take a seat, “I thought we could sit here and talk, if that’s ok. No one comes in here at night.”
“This is fine, thank you.” She said as she sat.
He sat next to her, “Uh…you sure you won’t be missed? I mean it is your wedding night and….um….” He trailed off unsure how to complete that sentence.
She flushed as the implications sunk in. She shook her head emphatically, “No, no. We haven’t…I don’t want to….not yet…maybe ever…I mean, we don’t know each other, really. Not that I knew you when we….I mean, I felt like I did, somehow, but…. I know Liam is my husband now and it’s to be expected, eventually…. but I don’t want to think about that, not right now, not while I’m sitting here with you…..”
She dropped her head into her hands, face beet red, “Oh my God, I want to die right now. That was mortifying. I’m sorry.”       
“Hey!” He reached for her hands and lowered them from her face, “It’s ok. I know what you meant. I know this is an….unusual situation-“
“I just don’t want you to think I’m the type of woman to have casual sex the night before my wedding, even though that’s exactly what I did…” She turned her head away.
“That’s not what I think at all.” He said quietly.
“It’s not? But-“
“Ren…Riley, look at me, please.”
She turned her head back and lifted her eyes to him in question.
“You can tell me I’m crazy, if you want, but I don’t think anything about last night was casual. At least it wasn’t to me.”
“It wasn’t?”                
He shook his head, “No.”
“So, you’ve never….”
“Well…I didn’t say that!” He blew out a loud sigh as he raked a hand through his hair, “I want to be honest with you, Riley.”
“Okay…”
He shifted on the bench to face her, taking her hand in his, “I absolutely have done stuff like that….like, a lot. In fact, my relationship history consists almost entirely of one night stands.”
“Oh! I-“ She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip on it, pulling her a little closer in the process.
“Let me finish, please. I can’t explain what happened between us last night, but it wasn’t the same, at all! I felt a connection to you that I’ve never felt before. I know it sounds crazy, but when you touched me, something inside me….I…..shit, I don’t even know how to explain it. It sounds crazy, even to me.” He let go of her hand and leaned back, thudding back a little too hard causing the rough stone of the bench to feel abrasive even through his shirt.
“I felt it too.” She whispered.
His head snapped around in surprise, she had said it so quietly, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he hadn’t imagined it. “Really?” He held his breath as he waited for her reply.
She nodded, “Yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have….you know. I mean, I still shouldn’t have, but-”
He sat upright, turning back toward her, “I don’t regret it. Do you?”
“No. I told you last night that I didn’t.”
“But you said that you should.”
“Yeah, well, I mean, for obvious reasons.”
“Right. Married. To my best friend.” He turned his body away from her again. The cruel irony of it all.
She bit into her bottom lip in an effort to not cry. She wasn’t going to cry. He was sitting right there and all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him, kiss him, feel his arms around her again. But she couldn’t. How could she? She might not feel any emotional attachment to Liam or particular loyalty to him, not of the romantic variety anyway, but he was Drake’s best friend. If Drake and Liam had been strangers to each other, maybe she could have seen her way clear to just have the affair. It wasn’t unheard of, after all. It was rather tolerated, especially among royal couples, wasn’t it? Almost expected, even.
But she could see the very real struggle he was fighting with himself. It was right there, clear as day, telegraphed across his face when he’d said that last sentence, when he’d pulled away from her. He felt loyalty to Liam, he felt guilty, and how could she let herself be the cause of that?
She looked down at her hands in her lap and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
He spun back toward her with a blink, “Why? For what?”
“For putting you in this position…”
“Hey.” He scooted closer and cupped her face in his hand, “You didn’t, ok? You didn’t know who I was, what I was to Liam. And if you had, you wouldn’t have done it. So, I’m glad you didn’t know. Because I meant what I said, I don’t regret it. At all. I can’t explain what happened between us last night. I’ve never felt a connection like that to anyone before but it’s there now and I don’t think it’s going away.”
“So, what do we do now?” She asked.
“I….don’t know.” He sighed, resting his forehead against hers, “Do you want to run away together? My bike is out front.”
The tension broke as she snorted out a surprised laugh. “I know you’re joking but you really shouldn’t tempt me. You have no idea how appealing that idea is.”
“Oh, yeah, I think I do.” He answered.
“I just…I don’t want to cause problems between you and Liam.”
“You’re not.” His own feelings and actions were to blame, not her.
“Well, if you’re sure about that….”
“What?”
“Do you…maybe want to….you know…kiss me again?”
 A soft laugh erupted from him as he scooted even closer and gathered her in his arms, “Do I want to kiss you again? What kind of question is that? It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I dropped you off last night!”
“Except you didn’t drop me off, did you? You just brought me back here, where you were also going.”
“I guess that’s accurate.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that last night?”
“Because you seemed determined to get away from me at the time. And because I wanted to surprise you when I found you tonight but, ah….well, I guess you really turned the tables on that one because I’ve never been more surprised in my life!”
“Shit!” Her hand flew to her mouth, suppressing the giggle that threatened right along next to the tears that threatened. “That’s the most I don’t know whether to laugh or cry statement I’ve ever heard in my life!”
“Hey.” He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back, “I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
“I know that.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I feel like I know you…which is silly, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think it’s silly.” He answered.
She looked at him in wonder as she asked, “How is it possible to feel like I’ve known you forever when we just met?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, but I feel it too. It’s almost like we’ve fallen in love before, a million different times, in a million different ways, in a million different stories.”
“Wouldn’t that be something? Parallel universes, or multiple lifetimes maybe?”
“Or characters in a story, millions of different stories!”
“Well now you’re being ridiculous.” She laughed.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder. Neither one mentioning that the L word had just been thrown around. A thought occurred to her, “Last night you said you might reenlist. Is that still something you’re thinking about doing?”
She wanted him to stay. She shouldn’t want it, and he definitely shouldn’t do it. But she did want it. Desperately. More than she’d ever wanted anything.
He considered that thoughtfully before replying, “I have three months to decide. I was going to reup, then last night happened and I threw that idea out the window. But now….”
“But now?”
He ran a hand down his face with a sigh, “Now I don’t know. I guess a lot depends on what’s happening here, with us. Are you…will there be a honeymoon? How long will you be gone?”
He had a million other questions he wanted to ask but was afraid to. He assumed sex would be happening on the honeymoon even if it didn’t before. Producing heirs for the throne was a clear objective of any royal marriage. Could he let his best friend consummate his marriage without knowing the truth? Was there anyway she could get out of it before that happened? Did she even want to? Those were burning questions whose answers terrified him, so he’d settled for the easiest one.
“The honeymoon is scheduled for two months from now. It had to be fit in around royal business you know. We’ll only be gone for a week.”
They sat with the weight of what that meant between them for a moment. Finally, Drake asked, “Don’t you think we should tell him?”
“I…don’t know. What would we tell him, exactly?”
“I don’t know. I mean, what exactly is happening here? Are we having an affair or was last night a one time thing?” He knew what he wanted, but he understood if she didn’t want to risk her new marriage. Was there even anything to tell? Maybe he should just reenlist and get the hell out of their way.
As if reading his mind, she responded, “If I’m going to risk my marriage, such as it is, it should be for more than sex. But…It’s only been twenty four hours since we met, how can we be sure-“
In her heart, she was sure, but her head had always had a habit of getting in the way of her own happiness and logic dictated that she at least try and be sensible about this before she threw the newly forged alliance between their counties out the window. It wasn’t just about her after all, or even Liam. It wasn’t even about just Cordonia and Monterisso, It was about the very delicate balance of power in the entire region. Lives could be at risk, countries teetering on the brink of war were at issue, carefully negotiated treaties, fragile alliances, precarious cease fires all hung in the balance. She shouldn’t even be considering this.
“Ok, yeah, I see where you’re going with that.” He nodded solemnly. He already knew, but if she needed time to figure it out then they’d take the time. “We should get to know each other first, on a personal level, make sure all these feelings aren’t just from crazy, amazing sex or that we don’t have some basic incompatibility that we haven’t found yet.”
“And we probably shouldn’t have sex while we’re doing it.” She said, “It will just cloud the issue.”
“Absolutely. No sex.” He agreed. “But you did ask if I wanted to kiss you, and I said yes.”
“I guess one kiss couldn’t hurt.” Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “But no sex, we agreed, right?”
“No sex.” He confirmed, capturing her in his embrace and engulfing her body in fire.
The kiss started slow and tender but quickly built in intensity, his lips becoming more demanding, their tongues thrusting harder into each other’s mouth, a soft moan escaped her as she ran her hands across his chest.
As his lips devoured hers, one hand trailed down her body, stopping to caress a breast that was straining against the silky fabric of the sheath dress she had changed into for the reception before continuing on its way to her knee, where it slid upwards again, pushing the hem of her dress up as it slid underneath.
“Oh!” She gasped against his lips, “But we said we shouldn’t-“
“We’re not.” He murmured in reply, his lips still touching hers. He resumed his merciless assault on her mouth.
His fingers glided across the thin material of her white lace panties. He took his time, stroking his fingers slowly back and forth between her legs, playing with her as his lips trailed fire across her neck, lightly, gently pushing her desire higher and higher.
“How the fuck are you so wet?” He groaned.
She shuddered as his fingers pushed under her panties and found their way inside her. Her breathing became labored, her chest heaved with passion, and she bit softly into his shoulder to muffle her moans of pleasure.
He leaned his forehead against hers as his fingers began tracing soft circles around her clit. “Look at me.” He told her.
She lifted her eyes to find his boring into her, his gaze ardent, fervent, and impassioned, as his fingers continued to swirl over her, “Cum for me, baby.” He ordered.
She had thought that cumming on demand only happened in books or porn videos, but when that deep voice of his commanded her, when she heard the strain of desire in his voice, while staring into the deep burnished copper depths of his eyes, his pupils lust blown, she lost control of her own body.
She pitched forward, bucking up into his hand as her teeth found his shoulder again, this time digging in hard as she cried out in ecstasy, her release flooding her senses. She stayed there, and he held her tight against his body, as the orgasm pulsed through her.
“Good girl.” He murmured into her hair before kissing the top of her head.
She unclenched her teeth as she inhaled deeply, committing his scent to memory. “Jesus, Drake, that was….fuck.”
A satisfied smirk spread across his face, “Good. You won’t forget me.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I could forget you if I tried. But, I was the only one that got something out of that, I should-“
“No!” He grasped her hand before she could get it near his pants, “Trust me, I got something out of it and as for the rest, believe me, I’ll be taking care of that later tonight, when I’m alone. I won’t be able to sleep until I do.”
“But I could just-“
“No. We said no sex. That was just…a hand job between friends. I wanted to do something just for you. Just let me have it, ok?”
She shook her head, “You’re not like any man I’ve ever met, Drake Walker.”
He scoffed, “I’m just like every man you’ve ever met. The only thing that makes me different is these feelings you inspire in me. That’s all you, baby.”
“I sincerely doubt that. You are different, Drake.” She told him as she snuggled deeper into his embrace with a sigh. His arms instinctively tightened around her as her head rested on his chest. They stayed like that for a long time, watching the stars and talking into the wee hours of the morning.
By the time they parted ways, he knew it was all over for him. She was it. If love at first sight was a real thing, then he was pretty damn sure they’d found it. He just had no idea what they were going to do about it.
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A quick warmup of @crimson-chains's Mirach, the new handsome boy from Star Crossed!✨
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the-moon-whisperer · 2 months ago
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drarrily-we-row-along · a month ago
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Day 175: Star-Crossed Lovers
"You have to stop staring," Pansy hissed in his ear as he watched Harry moving around the ballroom, dancing with strangers and talking to all of the most important people there. It made his body burn with fury, to see everyone's hands on him, to see them taking his attention and energy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he retorted, tipping back the rest of his glass of bourbon.
Pansy hummed and took a delicate sip of champagne, “he’ll never love you back,” she said softly.
“I don’t love him,” he replied scathingly. “I don’t want anything to do with him. You’ve had too much to drink, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She touched his shoulder, thumb tracing lightly, and her tenderness almost broke him. Almost. “I’ve known you my entire life, darling. You might be able to hide it from everyone else, but not from me.”
He turned and looked her dead in the eye, “he can burn. I do not care,” he lied.
Pansy, however, wasn’t even remotely deterred, “the press would never give you a moment’s peace. The savior and the death eater,”
“I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut up I’m going to crucio myself.”
She cupped his cheek, “I’m just trying to look out for you.”
“I don’t need it,” he said. “I’m not interested.”
Pansy nodded once, “whatever you say.”
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As he was leaving the party, a pair of hands caught Draco’s shoulders and pushed him into an alcove and up against a wall. Before he could panic, though, there was a familiar voice casting strong privacy wards around the entrance of the alcove. And then Harry’s lips were on his as he pressed him back against the wall and poured every ounce of himself into the kiss.
He kissed him back with the same fervor, with the same love and desperation that he’d felt tangling in his gut all evening.
“Draco,” Harry gasped again his lips later when he finally pulled away. “Godric, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you tonight. You look amazing,” he added, hands brushing appreciatively over his dress robes.
“Harry,” he whispered, trailing his nose over Harry’s cheek, his fingers clenching in the fabric of his shirt. “I couldn’t stop watching you either. Pansy’s suspicious.”
Harry pressed a kiss to Draco’s neck. “What did you say?”
He shook his head, “that she was imagining things.”
Harry huffed a soft laugh, “let me take you home?”
Draco nodded, “please,” he whispered and Harry’s magic wrapped around them as he apparated them home and straight into Harry’s bed.
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“Run away with me,” Harry whispered into Draco’s neck later when they were lying in bed together, bodies draped over each other.
“What?” He asked with an incredulous little laugh.
Harry propped himself up on his elbows, long curls spilling over his shoulders as he looked down at Draco, “run away with me,” he repeated. “Somewhere where no one knows our names or recognizes our scars.”
“Harry-”
“Somewhere warm,” he added.
“We can’t just disappear,” he said reasonably even though he wanted nothing more than to do just that.
The other man kissed his nose. “Sure we can.”
“Just like that?”
He smiled, “just like that.”
“Where will we go?”
He grinned at him, “I’m glad you asked,” he said, rolling out of bed and digging around in his nightstand for a moment. He pulled out two little blue books and handed one to Draco.
Draco opened it to find a picture of himself, strangely devoid of motion, staring back at him. “What-?”
“It’s a muggle passport,” Harry said before handing him two slips of paper, “and muggle plain tickets,” he continued. “I bought a little house on the seaside in the South of France,” he said all in a rush, “because you speak French. And it’s warm there and your toes are always cold,” he babbled, “and I bet you get freckles in the sun and I want to trace them with my lips and fingers and-” he cut himself off, “say yes,” he pleaded.
“Yes,” he laughed. “Circe, yes. I’d love nothing more.”
Harry grinned so brightly at him that Draco’s heart felt like it might burst. “Me too. The plane leaves first thing in the morning,” Harry said. “Do you need to pack or do you want to just start fresh?”
He tugged the other man down into a kiss before replying, “I need to pack some things. But there will be lots of things I’ll need to buy to live like a muggle.”
The other man started at him seriously for a moment, “do you feel like you’re giving up too much?”
He shook his head, imagining their future together, “Not when I know what I’m gaining.”
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Day 174: Drunken Confession | Day 176:Band
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heyprettylittlemockingbird · 9 months ago
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Kacey Musgraves
Star Crossed | Favorite Lyrics
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yenshu · 7 months ago
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You know what’s romantic? Not soulmates or twinflames. Not ‘Our love story is written in the stars.’ Or ‘The Universe parted skies for us.’ Not someone telling you, ‘You’re my destiny. It’s the Divine’s will for us to be together.’
But rather, “I choose to be with you. Through hell and fire. Through blood and storm. And I’ll choose you and keep on choosing you in every fucking lifetime in every universe cause you’re mine. Fuck the stars. Fuck fate. I don’t care if my ‘soulmate’ walks by or the Universe decides to bring along someone better for whatever reason. I don’t want better, I want you. You’re my destiny because I chose you dammit.”
“Star-crossed lovers? Doesn’t matter. I’ll bring the Heavens to your feet so we can walk on clouds together to our paradise.”
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foxpirates-art · 4 months ago
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Caph is 100% ready for the masquerade ball! He's going to be the prettiest deer there!! If you haven't read @crimson-chains 'Star Crossed' comic you're missing out!! I absolutely LOVE it!
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bluebxlle-writer · 10 months ago
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Writing Star-crossed Lovers
masterlist. main navigation.
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I've seen lots of medias use this trope, but it's still underrated in general. I also can't find any writing tips about this, so please accept my attempts of making an original post about this :D
"Lovers whose relationship is doomed to fail, because stars supposedly control human destiny."
1. Just like any other romance
If you remove the "doomed to fail" part of this trope, it'll be just like any other romance, right? So write it like how you'd write other happy couples! Give them chemistry. Give them cute and angsty moments. Make them vulnerable around each other. I'm pretty sure there are lots of other posts about how to write couples, so I won't further elaborate on this part <3
2. Why they can't be together
The forces that hinder the couple from being together are external. Instead of not getting together because of personal reasons, their fate is determined by things they can't control, like their families being against it, being on different sides of a war, or even prophecies. Be creative!
3. Defying their fate
After knowing that their relationship won't work, don't just make your lovers sigh and break up. No, where's the fun in that? :D Make them willing to defy everything for each other. Make them go against the current instead of going wherever the plot takes them. Make them do horrible things for the others' sake.
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4. Play with your readers' feelings
Needless to say, this trope is just, pure pain. So use this as a chance to play with your readers' feelings! There are two ways on how to do this :
Make the readers think that this is just some other normal couple who'll get a happy ending. Don't reveal that they're star-crossed lovers until your reader gets attached to them. That way, your readers would never expect their ending, and will bawl over it.
Alternatively, you can make it clear from the start that your couple is doomed to fail. Your readers will be like, "Ah, okay, so they won't get together. Aw, sad." But after reading on and discovering more scenes of them, your readers will grow more attached. They'll root for the couple to get together, even though they know it's impossible. They'll find themselves crying at the ending even though they actually already expected it.
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4. Character arcs
Asides from the romance and angst, you'll get a chance to dive into your characters' character development.
After going through so much, your characters are bound to change, for the better or for the worse. So use this chance to highlight character arcs. You can even make their s.o. directly involved!
5. Climax
During the climax, your couple will be forced to leave each other. Now, this is where you can be creative. Will they willingly part for the other's sake? Or will they keep on trying to deny their fate and stay together, even if it meant they both will be plunged into darkness?
6. The ending
Show your characters' individual lives after leaving each other if they didn't die lmao. Are they devastated, or did they finally move on? If one of them died, show how their death impacted their ex-s.o. If both of them died, uh, time to jump off a cliff ig
To summarize, I think the star-crossed lovers trope is often overlooked for being the signature "angst trope", when it actually has so much potential.
"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life." - Romeo and Juliet, prologue
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crimson-chains · 21 hours ago
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Sticker for the month! :D Something to match the postcard ^^ This one will be a large 4 inch sticker~!
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shakesitoffs · 10 months ago
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What if our darkest tragedy became our greatest triumph? 
Kacey Musgraves | Star Crossed
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lifeiswonderfullyyours · 6 months ago
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i have waited lifetimes to find you…
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blushing-concubus · a month ago
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Malleus + Starcrossed + reader who is not allowed to be with Malleus for whichever reason, you choose :D
Thank you for requesting and choosing to take part in the event! 
You allowed me to choose the reason Reader couldn't be with Malleus and I chose them to be separated by the magic mirror. 
I hope you enjoy! Feel free to send in another request or a few if you want!
Info: Reader and Malleus are in love, but have to sacrifice their relationship to move on with their lives.
Tw: Angst, heartache & heartbreak, there isn't really any comfort in this one.
Malleus Draconia 
All good things must come to an end.
The relationship between Malleus and Reader is no different, but it's hard to say goodbye when you know the one you're leaving behind is the truest love you'll ever know.
Neither of them will ever love someone else like they do each other. They seem to be soulmates on earth, and yet, fate and history hates lovers and their happiness.
Malleus does not cry when his love embraces him for a final time. Reader is already in tears.
His tears don't fall when they share one last bittersweet kiss that tastes of honey and bile. Readers' reddened eyes begin to dry, their tears stopping in this moment in time.
The warmth of the other fades as they separate, like the sun departing during a cruel winter's storm, leaving only sorrow and chill to a soft and fragile heart.
One step towards the mirror, one step closer to saying goodbye for good. Saying goodbye to the magic world they've come to adore, and the magic man who stole their soft human heart.
One step towards the door, a chance to save face, and pretend a dragon's heart is as cold as everyone says. But a step towards the door is a step for cowards, for those that never truly cared for the love that's leaving them behind. 
One final glance, glazed slitted eyes meet reddened rounded ones. A river of tears waiting to shed as soon as the other disappears for good.
Reader takes that final step, the mirror shattering in their wake. They're gone for good, never to return to wonderland, never to return to the one they love most.
And Malleus weeps. His love is gone for good. But he has more important things to worry about. His kingdom, his people, finding someone to take his place in the far far future. 
And in that distant future, you can see a shattered mirror on the wall, stained with tears and lost dreams.
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kaizuart · 4 months ago
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I wanted to draw Bellatrix in that outfit @crimson-chains drew her wearing in the current (?) star crossed pages.
I love that black Tshirt, I'd wear that
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angelasscribbles · 26 days ago
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Star Crossed Chapter 4: Wedding Day
Series: Star Crossed
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Liam x Riley (Wedding)
Rating: R         
Warnings: Mature Themes
Word Count: 2,597
My other stuff: Master List.
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“I was told I could find the groom in here!” Drake called out as he entered the dressing room.
“Drake! There you are!” Liam pulled his lifelong best friend into a tight embrace as he asked, “Where did you disappear to last night? I thought you were coming to the welcome party.”
Drake had missed the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner because he hadn’t been able to get a flight out of Rivala any earlier. Maxwell Beaumont had stood in as best man for the rehearsal ceremony. “Yeah, sorry about that. I, uh…I was there but then I kind of…left.”
“Left?” Liam asked in astonishment, “Immediately after arriving? Before saying hi to your best friend?”
“I met someone.”
Liam threw his head back and laughed, “Now there’s the Drake Walker we all know and love! Damn. You were back in country for what, five minutes before you got laid? That has got to be some kind of record, even for you!”
“What can I say? When you look like this….” He playfully flexed his muscles.
Liam punched one of his biceps, “Put those guns away before someone gets hurt! She must have been something to pry you away from an open bar.”
“Ha ha ha. But yeah, actually, she was pretty fucking amazing!”
“Really?” Liam’s eyes widened in surprise.
For some reason, Drake felt annoyed by Liam’s surprise, even though it was a perfectly reasonable reaction considering his history, “Yeah, really.”
“Wait. Are you going to see her again?”
“I hope so.”
“You hope so? Well, did you get her number?”
“No, I did not get a number. But she either works at the palace or for the catering company you’re using for the wedding. Either way, I’m sure I’ll see her again tonight at the reception.”
“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day Drake Walker was looking forward to seeing a woman he’d already had sex with.”
“I’m not that bad.” Drake scoffed.
Liam gave him a look.
Drake laughed, “Ok. Fine. I’m that bad. Usually.”
He sat in silence for a moment while Liam finished changing into his regalia. Drake watched his best friend as he pulled on the jacket. “Isn’t it a little weird?”
“What?” Liam asked.
“The whole arranged marriage thing. Do you even know anything about this woman?”
Liam frowned slightly as he fussed with his cufflinks, “I know everything I need to know.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”                 
“Like that this marriage will cement our alliance with Monterisso.”
“Shouldn’t there be more to a marriage than that?”
“Like what?”
“Like what?” Drake looked at him incredulously, “I don’t know…like love, maybe?”
“Since when is Drake Walker a romantic?”
“I’m not. I’m never getting married, but if I did, I’m just saying I’d want it to be for love.”
“That’s never been an option for me, you know that.”  Liam glanced at his friend in the mirror as adjusted his sash.
“What do you even know about this woman?”
“Her name is Riley Renee Brooks; her aunt is the queen of Monterisso. She’s the same age as me. What else do I need to know?”
Drake shook his head. “Is she at least nice to look at? I mean, you’re going to have to make babies with her, right?”
Liam smiled indulgently, “She’s gorgeous. The baby making won’t be a hardship.”
“Still, if Leo hadn’t abdicated and dropped the crown in your lap, you wouldn’t have to marry some woman you don’t even know. It’s the whole reason he left, so he could marry who he wants.”
“Yes.” Liam said disdainfully, “And look how that worked out for him.”
Drake blew out a breath. He couldn’t argue with that. The woman in question had married someone else. Still. “At least he’s in charge of his own life.”
“Drake. We’ve been over this. There is no one else. It has to be me.”
“I know. I just hate it for you.”
“Enough about me.” Liam turned to his friend with a smile, “Your tour is finished?”
“This one, yes.”
“You’re going back?”
“Maybe. Haven’t decided yet.”
Now it was Liam’s turn to question his best friend’s life choices, “Why? You have so many other options-“
Drake blew out a breath of frustration, “Like what, Li? Huh? It’s not that easy to transition back to regular life. You don’t get it…” The military was all he’d ever done. If he didn’t belong there, he wasn’t sure where he did belong.
“You don’t have to leave your chosen field, just find something closer to home, like the Royal Guard or the King’s Guard. All you have to do is say the word.”
Drake raked a hand through his hair, “I know, but I don’t want something handed to me that I didn’t earn, just because I’m friends with you-“
“That’s hogwash and you know it. Your record is exemplary, and it speaks for itself.”
“I mean, yeah, I know, I am a total badass, but…”
“But what?”                                     
“But I haven’t decided yet. I was still in Rivala yesterday. Can you give me a minute?”
Liam’s expression softened, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just miss my best friend. It wasn’t so bad when you were stationed here with the Cordonian Royal Air Force, but since your unit joined the UN peacekeeping troops, I never see you.”
“Ah, so it’s all about you?” Drake joked to lighten the mood.
Liam’s face broke out in a grin, “It is my wedding day, and you probably didn’t get me a gift, so it really seems like the least you could do.”
“I bought a fucking suit so I can stand next to you and be best man. Isn’t that gift enough?”
“Fuck you, I want a toaster.”
Drake’s annoyance drained away as he laughed, “Yeah, ok. Hold your breath.”
Liam pulled him into a hug, “In all seriousness, you being here is the best gift I could have asked for. I wouldn’t want anyone else standing by my side.”
“Ah, shit, Li, are you trying to make me cry?” Drake hugged him back then punched him in the shoulder.
There was a knock on the door, Leo stuck his head in, “Are you ready? It’s time! Hey, Drake!”
“Hey Leo.” Drake gave him a wave then turned back to Liam, “Ok, let’s go get you married!”
Fifteen minutes later, Drake stood at the altar, behind and to the side of Liam, staring down at the tip of his highly polished shoes trying not to zone out. The ceremony was going to be all pomp and circumstance, royal customs, and traditions. In short, boring and pretentious. He shifted uncomfortably in the new suit he’d bought for the occasion. He’d always been more comfortable in t-shirts but that was never an option for royal events in general and certainly not for a royal wedding.
His mind kept sliding back to the night before. He bit back the soft smile that tried to creep across his face as his thoughts kept returning to her. Ren. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she felt in his arms. Liam was right, he wasn’t really a romantic, he was more of a one-night stand kind of guy, but something about this girl had him desperate to see her again.
They had laid on the sand for a while after getting out of the water. He’d talked about breaking wild horses as her head rested on his chest, regaling her with stories about Texas. He’d told her about how he spent a summer learning to ride bulls and about his two tours of duty with the UN peacekeeping troops in Rivala, a small country on the brink of war with the bigger, stronger nation of Auvernal. He wanted to tell her so much more, about his childhood growing up at the palace, about his father, all of it. There hadn’t been enough time, he needed more time with her.
She’d told him stories about growing up with five siblings, about family gatherings with aunts, uncles and dozens of cousins. She talked about books and art and her desire to travel someday. She was vague about where she was from and why she’d moved to Cordonia and she hadn’t told him what had made her feel the need to escape down a balcony. He wanted to know, he wanted to know all of it. But he hadn’t wanted to push.
He felt the shift the moment it happened. The peaceful calm that had descended upon her evaporated as the fear and stress he had noted earlier in the night returned.
“Hey,” he pulled her closer, “talk to me? Tell me what's wrong, please. I can help.”
“I really wish you could.” She responded sadly.
He slid a finger under her chin and tipped her head back so he could look in her eyes when he told her, “I know we just met, and it sounds crazy but... I’m pretty sure I would do anything for you.”
“I believe you,” her eyes welled up with tears, “but there's nothing you can do.”
“You don't know that. I’m telling you; I have connections. At least let me try. Please.”
“I'm sorry, it would probably be better for you if you just forgot you ever met me.”
He laughed derisively, “That's not even possible.”
A sobering through occurred to him, “Do you... Do you regret what we just did?”
“What? No! I mean, I should, but I don't.”
“Why should you?” His eye searched hers, looking for answers she wasn't willing to give him.
She pushed away from him, “We should go.”
“Ok. When can I see you again?”
“That's not a good idea.”
He sighed, wanting to ask why not but knowing she wasn’t going to tell him. All the good feelings from earlier evaporated into confusion and defeat.
They walked back to his bike mostly in silence. He wanted to say something, or ask her something, that would fix things, but he had no idea what. Instead, he asked, “So, where am I taking you?”
“Back to the palace.”
“The palace?” He asked in surprise. “The place you couldn’t wait to get away from?”
“Yeah, well, I have a…thing there tomorrow.”
Understanding dawned on him, “You must be working the big event tomorrow, huh? Are you sure you’re not fired after running away tonight?”            
She snorted, "You have no idea how essential I am to the event."
“Ok then. The palace it is.” He felt some of his previous happiness return. He’d see her tomorrow night no matter what she said. He knew exactly where she was going to be. He knew she was feeling what he was feeling, and he also knew she was trying her best to push those feelings away, he just didn’t know why. But he intended to find out.
He jerked back to the present, the music had started, he glanced at Liam whose eyes were fixed on the door of the cathedral. The bride was escorted down the aisle by a man he assumed to be her father. She was cocooned in yards of white silk, the tight dress hugging her curves, eight children carrying the long train, her face covered with a thick veil. He couldn’t see her well from his position, Liam was in his line of sight. Not that it mattered. He’d see her soon enough. He imagined her pictures had been plastered all over the media, but he hadn’t exactly kept up to date with the social pages while he’d been deployed. Or ever.
The bride finally made it to the front of the church, her father took his seat, and the officiant cleared his throat. Liam’s father Constantine was performing the ceremony in his capacity as King. “Family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share in this wonderful occasion. Today we are here together to unite Crown Prince Liam Rys of Cordonia and Princess Riley Brooks of Monterisso in marriage.”
When Constantine said her name, Drake’s eyes flicked over to her. There was something familiar about her that he couldn’t quiet place. He couldn’t see her face clearly through the veil from the angle he was at, the light glanced off the shiny, shimmering material casting a glare across her face. His eyes dropped back to the ground as he tuned the ceremony out again.
Constantine continued, “Do you Liam, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Liam replied.
“Do you Riley Brooks, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
It was just two little words. But suddenly his entire world came to a standstill. He didn’t know how it was possible, but he swore his heart both stopped and sped up at the same time. His eyes jerked up from the floor to lock on the bride as his throat started to close. That voice. It wasn’t possible. He was losing his goddamned mind.
“Drake? Drake?”
He forcefully pulled his eyes from the bride to the groom, “What?”
“The rings man!” Liam grinned at him.
“OH!” Drake produced the rings while the crowd tittered in amusement at the minor snafu. Liam slid the ring on her finger, then Constantine told the bride to repeat after him. She did.
“With this ring, I thee wed….”
This time there was no mistaking what he heard. Drake felt the ground move out from under him. Darkness crowded the edges of his vision as the ringing in his ears became deafening. Sweat broke out on his brow. This could not be happening.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Liam lifted her veil.
Drake wanted to be anywhere else on the face of the earth in that moment. He didn’t want to look and have it confirmed, but he couldn’t look away. His heart refused to believe what his ears had already told him.
The brilliant smile pasted on her face was fake, he could tell that. Everyone would assume the tears were ones of happiness, but he knew different. Her eyes flicked to his then closed as Liam bent to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. No tongue, at least there was that. Liam’s words from earlier echoed through his mind, “She’s gorgeous. The baby making won’t be a hardship.” And he felt nauseated.
Suddenly it all made sense, the desperation to get away from the palace, the reluctance to be around people, people who might recognize her. The insistence that he couldn’t help her. The vagueness, the lack of specific details about her situation. Her need to return to the palace before morning. “You have no idea how essential I am to the event.”
The only thing that didn’t make sense was the waitress uniform. He’d thought she was a waitress. Never in his wildest dreams had he had any reason to suspect she was a fucking princess, his best friend’s fiancée no less. Clearly, she’d given him a fake name. For obvious reasons.  
Riley was Ren and nothing was ever going to be ok again.
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ceresartsy · 8 months ago
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Quicksand~
The memory of you never goes away
Like a rock in the wind I lay still
Sand washing over me night and day
Feeling your presence drawing me in--
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First Reylo piece out.
This one took a while haha I'm not even going to start with how their story ended up in TROS cause I feel like it's useless reopening old wounds 😭😭 They shall nonetheless remain one of my favourite OTP of all time and the reason why I got back on the Star Wars /pain/ train. Hope you like it ;)
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unpredictablyquirky · 4 months ago
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You know, I love a good romantic ship and watching characters go through the romantic shit of defying cruel fate and reuniting despite evil and all that "I love you no matter what" shit.
But after a while, the declarations of love become somewhat cringey and tropey and instead of feeling with the characters and rooting for their relationship, it makes me gag. Like Snow White and Prince Charming in Once Upon a Time, for example.
I love the show and the characters, but after some time of the same fucking thing, their "love story" became just bland and their promises to each other kinda empty.
It got boring in a sense. I don't know why.
But never, in 7 seasons of the show, did I feel that way about FitzSimmons.
The ultimate "universe is against us" could have very well become an empty overused phrase, used to excuse the inability to comunicate and solve problems within the relationship.
But it...didn't.
It actually felt very real and human. It conveyed the frustration but not the lack of trying to make things work.
FitzSimmons are full of tropes, good tropes, but they work with them very realistically. Still to please the audience, but at the same time they know real relationships take work, effort and trust.
Somehow they made me believe their lovestory. So kudos to the AoS team and actors, cause they understood the assingment and fucking delivered.
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clefairymuke · 5 months ago
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GOLD RUSH - coming soon
eren x reader | royalty au | prince!eren | slowburn | angst | star-crossed lovers
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*edit: chapter one is now up, you can find it here!
When Eren was young, he and his father were everything to each other.
His older brother, Zeke, came to hate the stoic man very early in his life. At only 14 years old, he was gone — the runaway prince. His father always claimed he couldn’t handle the pressure of the throne; Eren didn’t quite believe that, but he knew better than to argue with the stone-faced king.
Not that he wanted to — not when he was young, at least. King Grisha hand-painted the sky until halfway through Eren’s sixteenth year. After the death of the queen, he was never the same again. He turned into something spiteful — something vicious. He never mourned his older son.
And maybe that’s why the crown prince is the way he is. But you try not to think about it too much.
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A servant to the royal family, you find yourself a bit too drawn to the beautiful yet pensive prince. As he maneuvers through loss and prepares to rise to the throne, you seem to be stuck at his side. There will be consequences, of course — after all, he could never marry you.
gold rush - taylor swift
i have no idea why i'm trying to make my workload bigger but i can't stop writing this
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