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A Deal With God

Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 The Book:  TRH and Beyond Pairings:  Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) / Liam x Riley Word Count: 3508 Ratings and Warnings: 18+ / Profanity, sexual situation Song Inspiration: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)  by Kate Bush 

Original Post 06/15/22 at 9:53PM EST

A/N:  Thank you to the multiple people that have read snippets, and to @angelasscribbles​​​ who I have been talking to about this chapter who mentioned  how I had handle the Nico situation and it’s brutal, and I really feel sorry for Elle with this.  She’s strong though, but this is going to be one, that is really going to hurt.  

“Don’t you realize Nico, had I not abdicated the throne, our child would have been next in line behind me for the crown?  She could have been Queen someday.  Do you know how important that makes her?  She needs to be protected, because who she is makes her a target, because of who they think I am. I need to trust that she will be safe.”  

“She will be safe with me!!!!  But….I wasn’t thinking about it like that.”  

“Maybe it’s time you start.”  

Elle focused her attention staring out the window, while the KingsGuard circled the general area of their apartment, to lose the paparazzi before returning.  

They arrived back at the apartment a few hours later.  

“Your Majesty, we have a problem.”

“I’m well aware of the situation.”

Liam tapped the remote, turning off the television.  

“Eleanor,  WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?

“I’m sorry Father. I messed up. I got angry with Nico because of a woman.”

“The press is making me out to be… my father, that I’m hiding you and your child like some dirty secret, a scandal.  When I’m trying to protect you Eleanor from what you did. I’m trying to protect you, and you are NOT making it easy for me.”

“Father, I didn't mean to get so angry… I’m sorry.”  

She felt him before she saw him and heard him speak.  He finally had emerged again.

“Eleanor, is there one person you can’t disappoint?”

Elle shook her head.  

“I messed up again. I’m really trying to hold it together, but I can’t.”    

Liam’s phone began to ring.  

“Riley, I can't talk right now.  I will call you back shortly.  Do not speak to anyone. I mean it.”  

“It’s my fault, Your Majesty. Elle was right to get angry with me. I let a stranger near our daughter.”

Liam pulled Nico into the room, but Elle could still hear the conversation through the closed door.

"You understand that Eleanor is in a  very delicate place right now. The two of you living here together, co-parenting, this situation has got to be confusing for her, given how she still feels about you.  So I need to ask you, are you seeing that woman romantically?”

“No, I’m not.  I can’t even think about being in a relationship with someone else, when I….”

“Nico, are you still in love with Eleanor?”  

“How can I not have love for her when I look at the daughter she fought for so hard to bring into this world… for me, for her… for us? Do you know how difficult it is for me to look at her, knowing what she did, but and at the same time not being able to stop, because she’s so beautiful, grieving for my son, and now I am grieving the life and family I still want with the woman I love, that I can't have?”

Elle backed away from the door.  

Tears streamed down her cheeks.  

“He still loves me.”  

Elle went into her room to lay down for a bit.  She tried to stay calm but the tears kept coming; the tears wouldn't stop. Elle could not hold back the loud sobbing as tears wracked her body.  

“God?  I know I’m not a good person, and don’t have the right to ask you for anything, but, I’ll do anything you want or need me to do, if you let me stay in my daughter’s life. I promise I can be better. This is all I want.  I’ve never asked you for anything, because I thought I had everything, but I didn't. I just want them both. I need them to need me… to want me. Please?”  

Her father walked in after a few minutes resting a sympathetic warm hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Father, I’m all messed up."  She felt like a child again when Liam opened his arms, she immediately fell into his embrace as he gently stroked her hair, holding her tight.

"It's alright Baby Love. You're struggling and I know you're hurting. And I understand the jealousy, all too well. I am sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry father. I'll help you fix it. Tell me what you need me to do. I’ll make a statement for the press in the Crown’s  support."

He knew Ellie was too volatile to go on camera.  

That would make matters much worse for the crown, because she was so out of control.  Instead, he gently wiped her tears away.

"Thank you for the kind offer, but all I need you to do is take your medication, continue therapy, and take care of your daughter. I'll handle the rest. But for that…"

"You have to return to the palace?"

"I need to return to the palace and do a press conference about you, Nico, and Ana. Now that our world knows about Ana's existence, I have to run damage control to protect her, and you Ellie."

"So I  will be here with Nico alone?"

"No. I'm leaving a security detail here with you and him, that Marcus will take the lead of.  Leo will be staying with you while I'm gone."

"Did you tell him the truth about me?"

"I had to Ellie."

"And he's still coming to help?"

"Of course he is. Your Uncle Leo loves you Ellie. He'll be here in the morning. He's taking the red eye out of Vegas."

Ellie smiled. "Uncle Leo was in Vegas?"

Liam smiled back at her. "Yes, as they say, what happens in Vegas.”

“Sorry everyone has to drop everything to help me right now.”

“We’re family Ellie.  Try to get some rest. I'll wake you up for dinner.”  

When the time for dinner came around, Ellie didn’t feel like it, and refused when Liam called for her. Nico walked into the room a few minutes later, attempting to use a different approach.

“Elle, you need to eat.  It’s time for dinner.  You need to get up, and take your medication; you have to keep your energy up.”

Elle rolled back over pulling the covers higher.  “I’m tired.”  

Nico grumbled a stream of curse words in Greek, as he left the room.  A few moments later he was  back, dragging a table into the room.  The obnoxious sound of the table legs scraping against the floor made Elle sit up in annoyance. 

“Please, set dinner up here for us,” he said to the staff.

The staff complied and quickly dressed the table, and the chef started bringing in dishes.  

“If you won’t come to dinner Elle, dinner will come to you.”  

Once the table was set and the food was brought in, Liam walked into her room holding Ana and put her in the bassinet; Liam sat at the table.  

“Are you going to join us?”  Nico asked, and  Elle did not answer.  

“Elle, you need to keep your strength up.  I know earlier, upset you, but that can’t be an excuse for you not to eat. If you don’t eat well, neither does Ana, and she needs you.  We need you.  So come eat with us? Your father has to leave in the morning, and I’m sure he would like to spend some time with you before he leaves.”  

She rolled back over in bed to face Nico.

"Please come eat with us. If you won’t do it for us, do it for Ana." He whispered.

Elle sighed, and got up from bed, and walked over to the table.  She first took the medication cup first from the nurse, downing the tablets in one quick swallow while drinking the miniature cup of water.

She didn’t want to admit how hungry she actually  was until she started eating; she quickly cleared her plate, and opted for a second helping of the meal.  

She noticed her father watching her. “What’s wrong?”  

Liam wiped his mouth with his napkin.  “I never realized how little you ate until I see you eating now.”  

“I felt a lot of pressure to be a certain way, to look a certain way, Father.  Now I don’t have that pressure anymore.”

"Dessert, Your Highness?"

"What do we have?"

"Coconut cake, your favorite."

"Thank you Father."

"You're welcome, but it wasn't my idea."

"It was yours?"

"Yes. It’s your favorite. I knew you had a rough day… because of me."

"It was a big misunderstanding."  Liam commented, making an attempt to soften the blow.

"That now you have to fix."

"It's part of the  job description." He winked at her.  

She spent time later with her father that evening on the balcony.  He took her hand and they sat in silence.  Silences with her father were always soothing.  He had a calming presence, when she rested her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her.  Father was not perfect, but she knew, he loved her, and had always tried his best, to do right by her, even though she did not share his DNA.

Leo arrived the next morning tanned wearing a Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants and  dark sunglasses.  He acted like nothing was wrong, until he pulled her aside a little later in the day.  

“Can I ask why Ellie?”

“Because I’m damaged goods.”  

“We’re all damaged, it’s just all in how you cope with it.  I chose alcohol and inappropriate liaisons with women. And I’m glad you are open to better coping strategies.”  

“For her.”  

“Damn right for her,  she’s so damn cute.”  Leo made a funny face at Ana blowing a raspberry on her tummy and they heard her very first giggle.  Of course it was Uncle Leo that made her laugh out loud.  He just had that affect on people.

Later that evening, they were about to eat dinner when they heard breaking news music blaring from the television.  As they approached, the Cordonian crest  illuminated the screen.  

“It’s Father’s Press Conference.”  

The King and Queen  stood in their royal regalia, and immediately to the Queen’s right stood Adam.  

“Good evening to the Cordonian People,  I come before you as your King to address some rumors going around in reference to our daughter Eleanor.”  

Immediately the press started to shout their questions at him, and Liam’s voice boomed in the microphone.  “SILENCE!!!! I will only take questions at the end of my statement, should I desire to.”  

He paused for a moment before he continued; the press quickly silenced waiting for him to speak.

“Media outlets have leaked video and photos of Eleanor in Portavira with a guard that is no longer employed by the crown.  The rumors are in fact  true.  Eleanor gave birth to a healthy baby girl,  a little over three months ago.  Her reason for leaving the palace and abdicating the throne is simple; she felt she needed time to figure out her next steps privately, and how she wanted to navigate the changes that were coming to her life.  Did we cover for her?  Yes, we did.  I apologize to the Cordonian people for being dishonest, but we felt compelled to focus on our family first, and our Ellie needed space. I know that any parent in the same predicament would move heaven and earth to give their child what they needed.  That being said, for the future and stability of the Crown,  this weekend, our son, Adam Leonardo Rys has stated to me his intentions, and will be taking the oath of the crown prince before God and country.

  Adam, my son,  would you like to say anything?”  

Adam stepped up to the podium, confident, and with a smile.

“Greetings to the Cordonian People.  I support my sister, wholeheartedly,  and her wishes to live a more private life, and I hope that the Cordonian people and the press will respect her privacy.  I am ready and willing to take this step, becoming next in line behind my father for the next King of Cordonia.  I will not let the great people of Cordonia down.”  

The Queen looked pleased as punch with the new developments.  

“I now open the floor to take a few questions from the press.”  

“Is the Princess getting married?”

“No, Eleanor is not, his affections for her, were not what she thought them to be, and the relationship is over. 

The two are making attempts to remain amicable  for the sake of their child. But Nico has moved on."

“So he took advantage of the princess?”  

“Yes he did! He defiled our daughter! ”

Mother’s outburst surprised her father.

“We never thought we would have to protect our precious daughter from the people who were sworn to protect us. It's my fault, for not being more blunt with her when it comes to men's attention. My heart breaks that I didn't catch him leering at her, and could have saved her from the pain of being a single mother." 

The Queen was laying it on thick with her big fake tears, and the media played into it, and she was eating up all the attention that had been deflected from Elle to her.

Elle rolled her eyes.  “I’ve really heard enough of this garbage. They're making Nico to be some sort of predator and that I was too stupid and naive to know any better."

"It was the idea your father and I came up with to take the heat off you. I can handle the bad press, and people digging into my background. You can't afford to be under any scrutiny at all for your actions Elle. This is how we keep you safe."

For the next few weeks Nico laid low around the apartment.  Eventually the paparazzi stopped lingering around in the area.  During that time Elle really focused on Nico, helping him to get prepared to go back home.  He became Ana’s primary caregiver instead of Elle, and Nico and Ana were really starting to  bond as Father and daughter. Nico  had picked Ana up from the bassinet without waking her.  He was getting better at holding her, and keeping her calm.  Not that he hadn't looked like a father when he held her before, but there seemed to finally be an ease in the way he held and comforted her; his body seemed relaxed.

"That's her hungry cry Nico." He quickly prepared the bottle with Elle's milk, coming back into the room, picking Ana up from the crib cradling her in his arms. Ana calmed considerably from his touch; Nico and Ana were bonding.  She had even smiled at him several times over the last three and a half months.

"I know baby… I know.. I have your late night snack for you."  Elle kept her distance, Nico had to do it on his own, without her help.  Because she wouldn't be there to help him when he would be alone in Greece.  As much as she wanted to stay in that place forever, Elle knew she needed help; if she had any chance of something remotely resembling a normal life later, she had to go back to the hospital. She had…. to give them up. She tried not to cry as she stared at Nico. She knew it was going to finally happen this time, and it did.

Nico let a tiny bit of milk dribble onto Ana's lips, to which Ana opened her mouth. When Nico put the bottle to her mouth, her lips closed around the nipple of the bottle, and Ana began to eat.

Nico's glance shot up to Elle, who tried her best to smile in the moment, even adding a little happy dance.   When Nico's eyes drifted back to Ana, he had  an  enamored look in his eyes, and a smile on his lips. Elle slowly stopped celebrating, because reality had set in, it had finally happened; Ana was taking a bottle from Nico, which meant Elle's reason for being with them was nonexistent.  Nico could take Ana back to Greece, and resume their life…. without her.

Ana finished the whole bottle, her head resting on his shoulder as he gently patted her back to get her to burp, quickly falling asleep afterwards.  Nico used what Liam had taught him, he got her into the crib without waking her.

Nico and Elle quietly celebrated.

"You did it!!!"

"I can't believe it."

"I can, I knew you could do this. Because I can't right now. She needs you Nico."

"I need you Elle."

She closed her eyes as he leaned into her, gently caressing her face. 

It had to be a dream. Elle felt fire and electricity when Nico’s lips met hers, that made her whole body ablaze. His kiss deepened, when she responded to it. Elle slipped her arms around his neck twirling her fingers around his hair. He pulled her closer to him as he lifted her off the floor, Elle wrapped her legs around his waist. Nico groaned her name as he carried her over to the bed, laying her down on the pillows. Elle squeezed her eyes shut.

He immediately stopped, looking at her.

“Elle?”  

She slowly opened one eye, then the other.  

"I thought I was dreaming."

“I’m here right now.  We don’t have to do this Elle, if you don’t want to.”  

“I want to.”  

He passionately kissed her again. 

Nico quickly removed her clothes, staring down at her body.  He looked at her the way she remembered.

"I want you, now Nicolas."

The last time they had been together was before he knew the truth about her. He was choosing to be with her at that moment in spite of that.  

"Don't wake the baby." Nico softly moaned when he entered her for the first time in over a year.

The next morning Elle woke up rolling over, expecting Nico to be there, but he wasn’t.   The spot where he had been was cold to the touch.  She glanced around the room, something felt off.  Slipping on her gown she walked out into the living room space finding suitcases, and a cooler.  She opened the cooler discovering the scores of bags of frozen milk she had been pumping for Ana.  

“I can be ready to leave in about  five more minutes, Marcus.”  

“You’re leaving?”  Elle inquired.

“Nico! You told me she knew!!!!”  Leo’s face started turning red. "I thought you knew Ellie." Immediately Leo felt guilty for not pursuing it further.

“You’re really leaving after last night?”  

“Elle….”

“What happened last night?”  

Leo looked from Nico to Ellie.  

“Nico you didn’t…. God….Tell me you didn’t.”  Leo shook his head in disbelief.

“Last night shouldn't have happened, Elle.  We both got swept away in the emotions. It was a mistake.”  

“A mistake you apparently enjoyed making twice!!! You really weren’t  going to let me say goodbye to her? And you called ME a Monster?  How could you?!?!?! Uncle Leo, where's my baby?”

Leo quickly brought over Ana to her.

"Nico what the hell!?!?" Leo screamed at him. "What did I tell you when I got here???? Keep it in your pants!!!! I knew I saw sparks between you two! I KNEW IT!!!"

Elle ignored Leo and Nico yelling at each other, and focused on Ana, hugging her close.  “Just because I’m not going to be around, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.  I love you Ana.  Please don’t forget me. Mommy loves you so much that I'm letting you go.”  

Elle peppered her forehead and cheeks with kisses, to which Ana smiled at her.  In that heartbreaking moment Elle smiled back at her.

"I'll never ever forget you." Elle smelled Ana’s hair breathing in her scent for the last time.

She handed Ana back to Leo, wiping the tears from her eyes.  Now that her arms were empty,  she didn’t know what to do with them. She tried to let them rest at her sides but even that felt awkward to her.

"Elle?"

Elle turned to walk up to Nico face to face.  She took a deep breath, releasing all the anger she had in her mind and heart for him and she slapped him, as hard as she physically could.  

“You are no better than the man my parents portrayed you to be in the press conference that you came up with to so call ‘protect me.’  When you look back on this, remember who the true monster was,  because in this situation, it wasn’t me.”  

Nico held his cheek, saying nothing; his eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm gonna go lay back down for a bit Uncle Leo."

"Alright, Ellie, breakfast will be ready soon."

Elle went into the room, instead of laying down, she packed her bags. Why did she even try praying? No one heard her or was willing to give her a chance, but fooled her into thinking that maybe just maybe she could have what she wanted.

When she was done she sat on the bed and waited for Leo to come in.  

“Hey kiddo.”  

He sat next to her on the bed.  

“Ellie I’m sorry, for what he did. You deserve better than how things transpired.”  

“Do I?”  

“Yes, you do. Let’s have some breakfast, you and me, we’ll have pancakes.”  

“If it’s all the same to you Uncle Leo, can you just take me back to the hospital please?  I don’t want to be here anymore.  I can’t be here anymore.”

“Let’s just have breakfast Kiddo. You’ll feel better after you get some breakfast.”  

“No, I won’t.  Everything here reminds me of her!!!!  HER CRIB IS STILL HERE, BUT SHE’S GONE.  HE TOOK HER!!!!!! MY BABY!!!! PLEASE!!!!”

Leo nodded.  

“Okay, I’ll take you back.”  

This time when the black SUV pulled through the gates, and Elle got out of the vehicle, she didn’t fight, she simply walked to the awaiting staff member with the wheelchair, she sat, and let them chauffeur her inside.

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Keep Your Head Up

Book: TRR/TRH Post-series

Word count: ~2325

Song Inspo: "Keep Your Head Up, Princess" - Anson Seabra

Warning: fairly fluffy (no one dies!); tiny sprinkles of angst, mentions of bullying

A/N: I am participating in week 21 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #2: "I look at you and my heart breaks because all I see is loneliness.” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N 2: Most of the characters and some of the plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Please excuse my errors! Also, if you are curious about Royal Roulette: it's a fun little challenge you can do anytime for yourself! Take your music and hit mix! Take the first song that pops up, and use it as a muse for a fic! No need to credit me, but do tag me if you do it because I LOVE reading other RR!

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"Where is she?" Liam grits his teeth, frantically glancing around the ballroom before turning back to his head guards. A strangled-growl drips from his words, a crimson hue coating his vision. "Can anyone tell me where the hell she went?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pushes open the heavy, ornate double doors to exit the ballroom before bounding down the side corridor that leads to the grand staircase.  Each step he takes becomes quicker, angrier, and despite being in full regalia, his walk becomes a run. Once he reaches the living quarters of the palace, he takes the stairs two at a time until he reaches her room. And he knocks softly.

When she doesn't answer, he raps against the polished wood once more. "Love?" But again, she doesn't answer.

He sighs, his jaw ticking, knowing that he needs to speak with her. To hug her. To hold her. 

To tell her that he loves her.

He turns the doorknob, inviting himself into her room; but upon entry, he notices the darkened room is empty. Her bed is still made, her belongings untouched.

He lets out a heavy sigh, turning on his heel to search elsewhere– that is until he hears the soft rustle of taffeta from the large, oak wardrobe on the far end of the room.

A smirk grows across his face as he saunters to the closet. Of course, she would pick this as her hiding place.  Her favorite book was The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe from C. S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia. Staying quiet, he cautiously approaches, leaning in closely, just to verify he heard correctly.

And suddenly, a breath hitches as a quiet, almost inaudible sob continues.

And the fibers of his heart begin to splinter, shattering into a million shards on the ground.

He thought he could protect her and shield her from the snide comments and hateful glares. The judgment from the public was bad enough, but the turned up noses and undercut statements made by nobles could be relentless. Seeing her bright light and contagious laughter stolen at the ruthless words of bullies seeped a new level of sadness into his heart.

He gently taps on the door of the wardrobe. And instantly, the movement stops, retreating back into hiding. "It's me," he softly whispers, "Daddy."

After a brief, silent pause, the hatch unlocks, the door swinging open to reveal six-year-old Eleanor tucked in the corner underneath her winter coats. Her pink ball gown is scrunched up around her body as she hugs her knees, her trusty stuffed lion Fabian under her arm for cuddles. Her freckled, cherub face is swollen and blotchy, wet from her tears. Her hair remains in a blonde French braid with pink jeweled barrettes, fixed by her mother for the evening.

"Eleanor?" Liam quietly crawls onto the floor, pulling his ankle under his knee to crisscross his long legs. He takes a deep breath, his crystal gaze matching hers as she coyly watches him like a frightened animal. "What's wrong, Squirt?"

A large tear slopes down her nose as she tucks her head lower into her arms. She remains silent.

Liam gently clears his throat. "Why aren't you down at the Baron's ball?" Again, the young princess remains quiet except for her rhythmic sniffles. 

He turns his attention to her feet, noticing her beloved pair of black Converse high tops. And he can't help but smile. Gosh, he loves his girl. 

Eleanor has always marched to the beat of her own drum. She showed interest in so many different things, playing with both dolls and toy cars, eager to play soccer and climb trees while also hosting tea parties and playing in her mom's makeup. She was rough and tumble, but loved glitz and glam. She wasn't too fond of wearing heavy, itchy ball gowns, but when Riley suggested she wear her Chuck Taylors like a comfort item, their daughter couldn't wait for the next royal function.

That event was tonight.

"Princess," he sighs, "I look at you and it breaks my heart because all I see is loneliness.  I want to make whatever this is better, but I can't unless you talk to me." When she doesn't budge, Liam glances back to her high-tops, and remembers she was debuting them tonight. He taps on them. "Did you show your friends your cool sneakers?"

Eleanor looks up with a scowl before putting her head back down. "They're not cool," she cries.

Liam's eyebrows furrow with curiosity. "What do you mean they're not cool?" He reaches over and grabs her foot, playfully inspecting the shoe. "These look pretty cool to me, but then again–" he tickles her knee, "--I think the person wearing them makes them the coolest shoe ever."

Eleanor looks up with a pitiful smile, wiping at her face with her arm. Her brilliant blue eyes match her father's, more ablaze from being red with irritation. She quickly climbs out of her corner, and reaches for her dad; but before her arms could reach him, he was already pulling her into his own embrace. She clings tightly to his neck as his large hands rub endearing circles on her back.

"They said they were stupid."

"What?" Liam looks down as his daughter readjusts to sit in his lap. "Who said your shoes were stupid?"

"The other girls," she holds out her feet, knocking the toes of her shoes together. "They said that real princesses don't wear boy shoes."

"And how would they know? You're the only princess in that ball." He boops her nose causing her face to scrunch with a genuine smile. "Uh, Squirt, where are your glasses?"

Her elation died at her dad's words. "I don't want to wear 'em, Daddy." 

Liam extends his arm into the wardrobe, pulling out the purple bifocals, holding them out in his hands. "Why not?"

"'Cause…" she fidgets with her skirt, "I'm not pretty with them on."

"Squirt," he places his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. "It's impossible for you to not be pretty. In fact," he smooths out her dress before pushing back a gold wisp of hair. "You are the prettiest girl I know."

"Daddy," she bashfully singsongs.

"What?" He sits up a little taller. "I know these things. I am a king." He chuckles. "Now, about these glasses–"

"--I don't want to wear them."

"But they look so pretty on you, Eleanor," he unfolds the glasses, offering them to her. 

"They give me four eyes. And-and I don't want four eyes, Daddy! What if they turn into five… or six?" She drags her fingers down her cheeks.

Liam titters to himself. "Who told you glasses give you 'four eyes'?"

She crosses her arms. "Stupid boys."

"Eleanor," Liam warns, "you know we don't say words like that about others." 

She pouts harder, slumping in her father's lap. 

"Let me show you something," Liam points to her eyes. "You have one… two eyes right here, but you need glasses to help you see, right?" She nods. "These," he looks at the eyewear in his hands, "are like having another set of eyes. See?" He points to each lens, "three... Four."

"Oh!" A wave of understanding crawls across Eleanor’s face. "Four eyes!"

"Right," Liam snickers, placing an endearing hand around her back. "People say it to try to be rude, but honestly, all they're pointing out is that you wear glasses. That's it."

"Oh," Eleanor considers her father's words before continuing.  "But they said I was ugly in them. And I don't want to be ugly, Daddy."

"Hrmmm," Liam thoughtfully looks at her glasses, and then slips the small pair on his face. Clearly made for a child, the eyewear pinches tightly at his nose and across his temples. "Am I ugly?"

"No," Eleanor giggles, holding a hand over her mouth.

"But, I thought these glasses make people ugly–"

"Daddy!" She squeals, "you're being silly!"

Liam chuckles, hearing her laugh again. He takes off the glasses, cleaning them off against his shirt. "Eleanor, do you know why princesses wear crowns?"

"Because they're princesses," she answers proudly. "And crowns are pretty."

Liam reaches over to a wooden chest next to the wardrobe that is filled with costumes, play clothes and accessories. He pulls out a plastic, gold crown with bright pink jewels glued around the band. 

"Crowns," he continues, holding the toy crown in his hand, "help princesses keep their heads up."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah, huh!" Liam jovially retorts.  "See, some people can be very mean. And because you are a princess, you're an easy target for people to be mean. But do you know why they're mean?"

Eleanor innocently shakes her head, her attention glued to her father's words.

"They're mean because they're jealous."

"Jealous?"

"That's right," Liam nods. "You have something they don't have. It can be a pretty dress or a pretty smile," he pinches her cheek. "Sometimes it's simply because someone else hurt their feelings, and they want someone else to hurt, too. They're jealous of your happiness. They think that if they're mean, it will make them feel better."

Liam takes the toy crown and fixes it to her head. "Being part of the royal family means you have a lot more things, that you are given a lot more opportunities than people not born into nobility--which, you should never, ever be ashamed of. But we live our lives in the public eye, so people from around the world know how privileged we are."

Eleanor taps her finger on her lips, knitting her brows together. "So… they get jealous?"

"That's right, Squirt," his lips slowly curl. "They can." 

"But, Daddy? It… it still hurts my feelings."

"I know it does, baby," he pulls her in close to his chest, "I know it does. But just remember: those mean words are not true." Liam looks up at the gaudy crown on his daughter's head. "So, that's why princesses wear crowns. That's why you wear a crown, Squirt. It's there to remind you that when people say mean, untrue things about you, keep your head up. Don't listen to them. You don't want your crown to–"

There's a sudden thud on the ground.

"Oops!" Eleanor’s hands fly up over her mouth as she looks at the plastic crown that slipped off her head, crashing to the floor.

Liam rolls his eyes before offering a kind expression towards his daughter. "Come here, Squirt." He wraps his arms around her, placing tender kisses in her hairline.

"Daddy?" She slides on her glasses. "Is it too late to go back to the ball?"

"Ehh," Liam shakes his wrist, his watch turning for him to read. "It looks like the night is over."

"Aww rats," Eleanor deflates, "Uncle Maxwell was going to play Baby Shark for us to dance to."

"Well," Liam stops, glancing down at his daughter. "Do you still want to dance?"

Eleanor’s eyes light up as she eagerly nods her head. She grabs her father's finger, guiding him to an open area of the room. "What should we do for music?"

"I've got an idea." Liam bends over, holding out his hands, curling his fingers into a C-shape with his thumb. "Ba…by… shark! Do-do-do-do!"

Eleanor squeals, joining in with her father singing and doing the hand motions. They both dance around the room, creating their own dance party they both would never forget.

------

Baron's Ball 10 Years Later…

The rubber soles of her Converse high-tops tap hypnotically against the polished ballroom floor. She anxiously chews on her nails as she watches the other noble children laugh and dance amongst the parents.  

She had spent the better part of a day getting ready for the annual event: hair curled, pinned and hair-sprayed into place; make-up carefully fixed to the features of her classic beauty; her baby blue ball gown perfectly tailored to her budding womanly curves.  But even though she felt beautiful, she remained nervous of facing the other kids, and she knew she would probably be left alone, no one wanting to dance with her.

Life for Eleanor didn't get easier at royal functions. The bullying and backhanded comments continued over the years. It hurt, but the desire to hide and cry became weaker and weaker as she remembered her father's words so long ago.

Keep your head up…

"May I have this dance?"

Eleanor’s pedal pink lips curl into a bright smile as she turns towards the familiar baritone voice. "Daddy, you said you were going to stay in the–"

"And miss the chance to dance with my beautiful daughter?" He beams.

A soft blush crawls across her cheeks as she takes his hand, following his lead to the dance floor.  After a cordial bow, they begin to waltz, their feet gliding across the floor with ease.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Oh, Squirt," he nervously titters, "someday you'll be queen, and these dances with you… well, they'll just be an old man's precious memory."

Eleanor scoffs. "I will always save a dance for you."

Liam laughs. "You might want to take that up with your husband. If he knows how much of treasure you are, he'll never let go–"

"Excuse me, your majesty?"

Liam and Eleanor stop at the timid voice, turning to see Bartie Beaumont mid-bow. 

"Son?" Liam gives a curious, yet humored glare.

"I was wondering, that is, if it's okay with you… oh! And if it's okay with your daughter… um…" clearly nervous, the young man takes a cleansing breath as he wipes his palms against his slacks. "May I have this dance?"

Liam turns to his daughter, noticing her eye's brightening by the moment with anticipation. And he smiles. He takes her hand, guiding her closer for Bartie to take it. As they begin to bow, Liam clears his throat, making both Bartie and Eleanor freeze.

"I'm watching you, Beaumont."

"Y-yes, sir," Bartie swallows thickly.

"Daddy," Eleanor growls.

Liam takes his cue and begins to walk away–that is, until he turns around again. "And leave some room in between–"

"Daddy!"

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Royal Love Part 18

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Liam’s eyes went wide with shock as he tried to process what Eleanor just asked he put the phone on the couch and paced around the room in thought

 “Dad you there?”

Liam quickly reached to grab the phone and he sighed “I’m here Eleanor but I don’t think we should discuss this on the phone”

“You’re right should I come out there?”

“No I’ll come I’ll get a hotel I’ll be there tomorrow”

“Ok dad I’ll see you love you”

“Love you too sweetheart”

Liam hung up and he sighed as MC walked into the room “Bella is out like a light now we can” She looks at his expression “What’s wrong?”

“Love Eleanor wants to reveal her identity to the guy she’s been seeing”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I’ll fly over a talk to her but I really don’t know what to say I want her to be happy but I mean it’s about her security there could be enemies everywhere and what do we even know about him?”

MC places a hand on his shoulder “I understand everything you’re saying but if our daughter feels in her heart that she can trust him then we should support her you don’t wanna be like your dad I mean look at what he did just to keep us apart”

“Oh yeah I remember” He clenches his fists as he remembers the confrontation he had with his father

****

Liam stomps into his father’s study and throws the doors open “What the hell is this?!”

Constantine looks up from his papers “Liam what is it?”

Liam shoves photos in his face “I found these in your drawer! So it was you? You’re the one who ruined MC’s name and had every magazine and tabloid saying all kinds of shit about her!”

Constantine stands and takes a few steps back “Liam I can explain”

“Go ahead explain! Cause this is all bullshit!”

“Liam I did it for you!”

“For me?” Liam laughs “Please enlighten me on how this was for me”

“Liam a commoner woman can’t run a country! You need to be married to someone like a duchess or countess not some waitress you know nothing about!”

“Well since you like the news so much father here’s some news for you I am gonna marry her and I don’t give a damn about what you think!”

“Liam listen to me”

“No you listen! MC will always be the woman I love no one else and I am gonna fix this I’ve been recording everything and I’m sending this to every news station in Cordonia!”

Constantine’s eyes went wide “Liam you can’t do that! I’ll be ruined they’ll remove me off the throne for lying!”

“Good then someone better than you can be on the throne someone who’s not a scumbag”

“Liam!”

“You and your washed up old self can go to hell for all I care”

****

Liam clenches his fist “I will never forgive him I didn’t even go to his funeral for what he did I will never be like him”

“I know you won’t Liam you’re doing what he never did talking to her”

Liam smiles “Thanks love” He kisses her forehead then wraps his arms around her waist “Now I want to spend time with my lovely wife”

MC giggles as he lifts her up and carries her to the bed

****

Eleanor lays on her bed staring at the ceiling she hears a knocking on the door “Hey girl you want some snacks?” “No thanks”

Marissa pops her head in “Why are you laying there?”

“I just talked to my dad I told him I want to tell Cole everything”

“And what did he say?”

Eleanor sighs as she sits up “Not much just that we should talk in person he’s coming tomorrow” She fidgets “What if he’s disappointed in me?”

“Hey your dad loves you he’ll never say that”

“I know I’m just worried about what he’ll say”

“I’m sure it’ll go great your dad wants you happy”

“Yeah he does”

****

Liam arrives at the hotel and gets his things settled in he texts Eleanor the address he sighs as he waits for her to arrive. There’s a knock on the door and he goes to open it and he grins when he sees her

“Hi daddy”

Liam pulls her in for a hug “Hi princess” He kisses her forehead “Come on sit down let’s talk”

Eleanor sits on the bed and Liam sits next to her “So this Cole guy are you?”

“Well we’re taking it slow but I do have feelings for him and I don’t want to lie to him”

“I know Eleanor I know the feeling but you know it’s about your security and you don’t know who’s listening in”

“I know dad it puts me at risk telling other people I just want to be honest”

Liam gives her a small smile “And honesty is always the number one thing in a relationship what did you tell him?”

“That you’re high in the government of Cordonia”

“You didn’t tell him my title?”

“No”

Liam sighs “You know your happiness is important to me Eleanor” He smiles “I’ll let you tell him”

“Really?”

“Yes on one condition”

“What is it?”

“You give it some time let you relationship with him get stronger and you bring him to Cordonia so we can personally meet him and”

“So he sees what my life is like as a princess?”

“Yup if he feels the same way about you he’ll accept you know matter who you are”

Eleanor smiles “That’s fair dad I’ll do it”

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[moodmusicmonday]

Here's this week's playlist! Thank you to our writers for submitting! All the details are below the cut.

And of course thank you to everyone who follows, likes, and shares our posts week in and week out. We wouldn't be here without all of your love and support. 🥰

Keep an eye out next week for more information on this year's Luck of the Draw!

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"Seein' Red" - Dustin Lynch; Seeing Red (OH; Ethan x F!MC)

"Be Kind" - Marshmello, Halsey; War & Peace (OH; Ethan x F!MC)

@txemrn

"Keep Your Head Up Princess" - Anson Seabra; Keep Your Head Up (TRR/TRH; No Romantic Pairing)

"Broken Pieces Shine" - Evanescence; Pour Two Glasses, Chapter 6: ...Everything's Turned Upside Down... (TRR; Liam x MC)

@bebepac

The Vampires Live On, Part 3 (TRR; Liam x MC)

Song 1: "Friday I'm in Love" - The Cure

Song 2: "Together Again" - Janet Jackson

"Lift Me Up" - Rihanna; The Cordonian Arrangement, Part 6 (TRR/TRH; Riley x M!OC)

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"One Call Away" - Charlie Puth; Marabelle, Chapter 2: Once Upon a Time (TRR; Liam x F!OC)

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[corundumb]

Snippet: Emma helps Kenneth

A chunk out of the five pages I've got going for this. It's in the settings of The Ravens Hymm by @wolveria and I'll be posting this soon!

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[dcbbw]

In Progress

Hello, fellow tumblrs! I know I haven’t been around as much, and for sure not as engaged as I used to be. Can I just say that since 2019, my professional and personal lives have been filled with next-level adulting and living the consequences of other folks’ life choices. Add on that 2020-3 has been a major Groundhog Day cluster, and that’s my life now.

Maybe I’ll return to my Good Daughter WIP and write it ALLLLL out. Maybe I’ll discover I’m not alone with my frustration, anger, and innermost thoughts. Or you all will find out just who I am when I take off my masks and allow myself to be vulnerable in front of God.

We’ll see.

In the meantime, I have been working on some writing and hopefully in the very near future, I’ll be posting some things for your reading pleasure super soon (if you’re interested; I know you guys have options).

Snippets and synopses are below the cut. Everything is in a form of draft, and final editions may vary.

 Trudy Sloane (#Sloane Washington Appreciation Week)

Song Inspo: Closer, Gaopele

Sloane Washington sat on the side of her bed, running her palms over her face. A twinge of pain in her shoulder caused her to roll her neck in an attempt to alleviate the hurt. She exhaled a quiet sigh as her eyes opened; they blinked as they adjusted to the darkness.  

The quiet in her domicile sounded … different. Despite having shared her space with not one, but two people for months, it was no longer a temporary thing. Sloane extended her left hand, feeling the heaviness of the engagement ring on her third finger permeate her entire body.  

Gertrude Sloane Washington was engaged. To be married. The permanence of her answer changed everything. Or perhaps nothing. Time would tell. Naked, she rose and padded silently across the bedroom floor to a rocking chair that sat in a corner of the room. There was just enough moonlight eking through the closed blinds for her to make out her robe laying atop the pile of unfolded laundry that sat on the chair’s seat.  

Her hair, normally plaited in an elaborate coronet braid, was twisted into two thick ponytails, one hanging over each shoulder blade. She lifted the tresses while black polyester fabric whispered against soft, almond-colored skin as she shrugged into the covering. Sloane glanced over at the still-sleeping body in the bed; it heaved slightly and rhythmically, in sync with slumber-filled breath.  

Khaan Mousavi. The man who would be her husband.  

Sloane walked over, feeling the stickiness from their earlier coupling between her honeyed thighs before scooping her cellphone from the end table and exiting the room.  

 The Poisoned Apple (Birthday Fic for @bebepac)

Song Inspo: Somewhere in the Universe, Pity Party

“Nico,” she called out in an authoritative voice.  

No answer.  

She jiggled her wrist and forearm, causing the handcuff tethering her to the bed’s guardrail to rattle. “I know you hear me,” she taunted.  

Pain, disgust, and desire coursed through his blood as Nico tensed at her words, at the very sound of her voice.  

He hated her. She had murdered his son. His only child.  

He loved her. He had loved her mother first, and as with her mother, Nico found himself vying with another for her affections, her attentions.  

The Brooks/Rys women were trouble. Difficult, messy, drama magnets.  

Dangerous.  

“I’m not guilty of Nicolai’s death yet, and I never will be. The hand-picked congress my dear father is pulling out of his ass as we speak to ensure my innocence will make certain of that.” 

Nico finally turned away from the windows, a disdainful expression on his face and a smirk on his lips. “Oh, is that why the King of Cordonia has placed you in a psych ward under a 72-hour hold? Because you’re so innocent? Or is it because of your true lineage?” 

The girl’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “Mind your words and your tone, Guard. I am still the heir to the Cordonian throne.” 

“Are you?” He moved slowly, deliberately closer to the bed. “Being a royal, there may not be actions taken against you for taking my son’s life, but there will be consequences.” 

For the first time since Crown Princess Eleanor had been admitted to the facility, uncertainty flickered in her chocolate-brown eyes and a frisson of fear licked at her belly. No one saw her with Nicolai; no one saw her push her him off the cliff’s edge.  

Everything hinged on her story, and as the only witness to her boyfriend’s death from an “accidental fall”, her story was the truth.  

Her eyes followed Nico’s movements as he drew closer to her: the stealth-like way he walked, his shoes making no noise against the floor; the rigidness in his broad shoulders; the blank expression on his face, as if Ellie were an everyday object.  

“Nicolai fell! He lost his footing and fell.” 

Nico shook his head slightly. “Too convenient. My son, a King’s Guardsman, lost his footing on dry land the day after he discovered us naked together? You killed him, and you owe me the why, Eleanor.” 

 Partner Knows Best (Ask from @peonierose)

Song Inspo: Rollin’, Blessing Offor

Who knows who best? That is the question, and hopefully I can provide some answers. Debating between using the Him & Her crew (Mermaids, Riam, SGL x Riley B., UnRomance Liam x Riley) and the DC AU crew; leaning towards Him & Her because I have ideas/plans for DC.

Below are their questions; let me know in the comments if you have any better ones!

·         Who’s the early riser? 

·         Go-to breakfast? 

·         What’s their love language? 

·         Sun, snow, rain? 

·         Who initiates sex? 

·         Who loves harder? 

·         First to apologize? 

·         One must-have if stranded on a deserted island? 

·         Who’s the better communicator? 

·         Who’s the better driver? 

·         Who’s needier when they’re ill? 

·         Who’s more likely to walk away from the relationship? 

·         Where do you see the relationship in five years? 

 Hell to the Hail (ask from @peonierose)

No song inspo yet

The DC AU gang celebrate a belated Valentine’s Day together (I call it PALentine’s), where Leo gloats over the Kansas City Chiefs’ 2nd Superbowl win, much to a salty a.f. SGL’s dismay.

Also, working on updating next chapters of Mermaids, Discontent, Platinum AU; a Commoner’s Wife one-shot; and quite possibly some Liara for Kiara Theron Appreciation Week.

Thanks for reading, and sticking with me during this ongoing, long-running trying time. Your support, encouragement, and care mean the absolute WORLD to me!

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[alj4890]

Day 1: Distraction

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/ The Royal Heir crossover fic.

Masterlist

Rating: PG for some mentions of sexual situations. Mostly fluff all over.

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Premiere Date

Two months earlier...

"Maxwell said the premiere for The Royal Romance will be December first." Amanda balanced her phone on her shoulder while finishing up reviewing the servants' wages. "Would you like to be my date for it?"

"Of course." Thomas jotted it down on his calendar. "I believe we made it official last month that I would be your date from now on."

Amanda couldn't help but smile when she looked at her engagement ring. "Yes, we did but I thought since it is a Tommy Phelps film, that might stretch your affection for me.

Thomas snorted in response. "There are not enough explosives in that man's mixed bag of mediocre cinematic tricks to ever stretch what I feel for you."

"I love how you're able to take an insult to someone else and turn it into something romantic for me." She replied with a giggle.

His lips curved. "As was my intention. I should be in the process of editing my film by then." He double checked the date. "Are you able to remain in Los Angeles after the premiere?"

"I believe so." Amanda flipped through her own calendar. "I don't have any court events I have to attend until after the holidays."

"Good." Thomas motioned for Holly to bring him his schedule for the day. "Then we can begin our plans."

Amanda smiled even more. "Our wedding plans?"

"Exactly." He quickly scanned the day's shots. "I don't intend to start any film projects until the end of next year so that we can enjoy the beginning of our marriage."

Thomas glared over at Holly and Addison making aww noises. He turned away from them in an attempt to keep his conversation private.

"Plus I want us to have a honeymoon away from everyone we know."

His frown eased when he heard Amanda laughing.

"Have you got your usual audience around you again?" She teased.

"I do." He grumbled.

"I see." Amanda smiled softly. "I suppose this means no, I love you, at the end of this call, hmm?

"Of course not." He replied. "I'm not going to let a few irritating individuals stop me from saying that."

"Then I will let you get your day started while I wind down for the evening." She replied. "I love you, Thomas."

"I love you, too." He sent another glare over his shoulder when he heard Addison and Holly's overly dramatic sighs. "Sleep well."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, my love." Amanda promised.

"I look forward to it." Thomas ended the call with a dark frown towards his two assistants. "Don't you have something you should be working on?"

"Just waiting upon your usual demands, boss." Holly replied.

"Is Amanda coming to visit?" Addison asked.

"Unfortunately," he quickly counted the weeks, "not yet."

"You miss her a lot, don't you?" Holly prodded.

"I do." His frown reappeared at them involving themselves in his private life. "Well, don't just stand there! Make sure everyone is waiting on the set!"

Their grins let him know they weren't the least cowed by his bluster of anger. He knew he'd have to do something about that at some point. A soft smile formed as he realized he wasn't too worried about it.

In eight weeks, he'd be back with the one he loved.

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

Seven weeks later, Taos, New Mexico...

This had to be one of the inner circles of hell Thomas was trapped in. There was no other explanation that could make sense better than that one. All his plans, his intentions, everything was one monstrous nightmare.

Nothing about filming his new take on the western genre was going like he'd envisioned.

He'd lost numerous supporting actors due to some type of food poisoning. Two of his stunt doubles were in the hospital due to accidents off set. The hotel they were originally at caught on fire and most of the costumes were damaged from the smoke and embers.

Holly fell while hiking and twisted her ankle all while dragging Addison with her and causing the costume designer to break her wrist and three fingers.

Matt Rodriguez had to leave for a few weeks, halting production since his character was the one the entire plot revolved around, when his father suffered a heart attack.

Jessica Clarke, Hollywood's favorite new actress since her starring role in Thomas's The Last Duchess, had to stop filming her own horseback riding scenes the moment she found out she was pregnant.

Thomas was certain that all of this was occurring at just the right moment to drive him completely insane.

There was no way he'd be able to up and leave to start over. They were halfway done with filming the needed scenes on location. Plus, the backdrop to this desert town was exactly what he needed to convey the sheer hopelessness of Matt's character finding peace and redemption.

He eyed his phone, knowing he'd have to make the dreaded phone call.

He wouldn't be able to be Amanda's date for the premiere.

He needed to stay and combat these problems.

He knew she would understand. It was one of the many things he adored about her. He simply hated the thought of letting her down. And to be honest, he wasn't looking forward to seeing her in pictures on the arm of anyone else.

Who else was more perfect to be her escort to a movie premiere than the one man many regarded as a cinematic genius?

Thomas rubbed his face, softly groaning at what must be done.

He visibly jumped when his phone vibrated loudly on the table with an incoming call.

"Hello?" He tried to not sound so disgusted.

"Oof." Amanda replied. "That might be the most depressing hello I've ever heard."

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how to begin letting her down.

"Production must be going rough." Amanda softly said. "I'm so sorry."

"What do you have to apologize for?" Thomas snorted. "Unless you have become some maniacal sorceress and placed a curse upon my film, you have nothing to be sorry about."

He realized how bitter his tone was when he was met with nothing but silence.

"Amanda, I apologize." Thomas began again. "I didn't mean to sound like--"

"I know you didn't." She quickly interrupted before he spiraled on with guilt. "I only meant how sorry I am that I can't do anything to make it better for you."

"You make everything better." He grumbled. "In fact, hearing your voice is the only thing keeping me from yanking my hair out right now."

The sound of her laughter bubbling up brought a softening to his frown.

"We can't have that." She sighed. "I hate I won't get to see you next week."

He blinked. "How did you know I wouldn't be able to take you to the premiere?"

Her chuckle held a touch of sadness.

"Because I know how hard this shoot has been for you and I know you need to be there to complete it."

Thomas shook his head, marveling at how she always knew what he needed before he even said a word.

"I'm going to miss you terribly." She continued. "If Maxwell hadn't made us all promise to stick by his side, I'd find a way to sneak over to Taos."

"I understand." He slumped in his chair. "I was looking forward to finally having a chance to be with you." He rubbed a hand down his face. "I'm sorry I can't be there as your date."

"Then you better make plans for when you are free for the two of us." She replied.

Thomas could imagine the smile she must have just by the sound of her voice.

"What kind of plans would you like me to make?" He asked.

"The usual kind, Mr. Hunt." Amanda replied. "Time where we can be alone without anyone or anything else bothering us. I want no distractions taking your attention away from me."

"My favorite kind of plan." His lips curved. "And you should know that every time I am with you, nothing can take my attention away from you."

"That's all I want to hear." Amanda softly sighed. "I probably should let you go so you can get some rest."

"I doubt I'll get any sleep." He grumbled. "I've got another rewrite to work on with Holly."

"Try for my sake." Amanda gently urged.

He groaned.

"I will for you."

"Good. I love you so much."

Thomas relaxed some in knowing she must truly not be upset with him for canceling their plans by hearing her say that.

"I love you, too."

After he ended the call, he sat there staring at nothing in particular while thinking of Amanda. His frown formed once more in knowing she'd be coming to America and he couldn't enjoy her visit.

He reached over for the script, picked up his pen, then paused.

He wondered if there was a chance she could come here after the premiere.

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

December first...

"Earth calling Thomas, Come in, Thomas."

He looked up, blinking the world around him back into focus.

"Welcome back." Holly grumbled, handing him a new cup of coffee. "Are we going to change up the scene with the argument Jonah and Marlene have since Jessica can't chase him down during the stampede?"

"Hmm?" Thomas glanced at the script. "Yes, of course."

Holly waited for him to give her something to write down.

Thomas stared at the scene for a few silent seconds.

"Okay." Holly threw her pen down. "Talk to me, boss."

Thomas quirked an eyebrow at her.

"We've been moving at a snail's pace with this script. You've barely shot any new footage. Every time I come into your trailer, you're staring off into the distance." She folded her arms. "There's only two possibilities for you to lose focus."

His eyes narrowed.

"The first one," Holly continued, unfazed by his glare, "is that this desert town has now drained your heart of filmmaking."

He rolled his eyes in response.

"Or you are distracted with a serious issue." She concluded.

He averted his eyes from her.

"What's wrong?" Holly repeated. "Come on, Thomas. I've worked with you too many times to be ignored."

He cleared his throat. "I don't know. Each time I think about the scenes that need to be addressed, I find myself..."

He squirmed in his chair, glaring down at his cup of coffee.

"You find yourself, what?" Holly prompted.

"I find myself thinking of Amanda."

Holly sat back with her jaw dropped.

"It isn't that shocking." He grumbled. "She is my fiancée after all."

"I know that." Holly leaned forward. "But I've never known you to be so lost in thought over her that you weren't able to work!"

"I am working!" He snapped.

Thomas snatched his pen up and x'ed out the entire scene. "There!" He threw it down. "I just made a directorial decision!"

"Thomas!" She scolded.

He rubbed a hand down his face.

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off and go see her?" Holly asked.

"Because I have a job to do, here." He argued.

"Which you're sucking at." Holly mumbled

"That was unnecessary." Thomas bit out.

"No. It's pretty necessary." She took the script and set it back in her portfolio. "Take a break. Everyone else has needed one for various reasons. You need one to clear your head so we can finish this shoot strong."

Thomas groaned, shaking his head.

"You know I'm right. Go surprise Amanda. It will put you in a better mood." Holly swiped up her stuff on her way out. "And we certainly need a more pleasant director right now."

"I won't make it in time to take her to the premiere." He mumbled.

Holly paused at the door. "Then get there in time to take her home."

His eyebrows raised while he calculated the hours he'd need to do just that.

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

"What'd you think?" Maxwell eagerly asked.

"It was amazing!" Riley exclaimed.

"I never said any of that." Drake snapped. "Why did you--"

"I loved it!" Hana interrupted before Drake could destroy Maxwell's excitement. "I wish I was as graceful as Cassandra Leigh."

"You are even more graceful." Liam told her while slipping his arm around Riley. His smile grew when his wife kissed his cheek. "And I am moved seeing our love story come to life."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "At least you made me true to form." She eyed Amanda. "You're awfully quiet."

"Hmm?" She looked up at her friends. "I'm sorry, did you ask me something?"

"The movie?" Maxwell took her by the shoulders to playful shake her. "Remember seeing it just a few minutes ago?"

Amanda laughed. "Yes. It was great."

"It's a shame you were out of the country during all that." Maxwell slung his arm around her shoulders as they followed everyone out to the lobby. "Then you could have been cast as someone awesome."

"I doubt anyone is more awesome than Ryan Summers." She teased. "You lucked out."

"I know!" Maxwell grinned at her. "Wasn't it like looking at my twin brother?"

"Sure."

Once they were out in the lobby, the group looked around at the crowd.

"Now what?" Drake asked.

"After party, baby!" Tommy Phelps joined them. "We are going to celebrate our success!"

"I've been waiting all my life for an after party." Maxwell exclaimed.

"My man!" Tommy fist bumped him. "I knew you would be down for one." He eyed the other Cordonians. "You're all coming too, right?"

"We are." Riley replied. "Right guys?"

Liam, Drake, and Hana answered in the affirmative.

Olivia rolled her eyes with the pleading looks from Maxwell and Riley.

"I suppose I could go for a drink or two." She responded. "Amanda?"

She nudged her when the duchess remained quiet.

"Hmm?" Amanda tried to focus on the conversation. "Oh! No. I'm not going."

"No!" Maxwell pouted. "How come?"

"Jet lag." Amanda latched on to the excuse. "I think I'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

After another firmer refusal, she was able to escape her friends.

All she wanted to do was to go back to her room and call Thomas. It felt so wrong being in Los Angeles without him. Her first premiere had been as his date for The Last Duchess. She'd assumed as quickly as their relationship developed that all premieres would be spent by his side.

She could just imagine his reactions to the overly dramatic scenes, the unneeded explosions, and the way the scenes were framed. Her lips curved into a sad smile as she also thought of how he would have remained by her side, his arm around her or holding her hand, whispering that he thought she looked lovely tonight.

She could almost feel the kisses he would have placed upon her knuckles and temple as they sat through the film. Her skin tingled with how he would have insisted they not go to the after party so that they could return to his home for an evening alone.

Her imagination was vivid enough to conjure all they would have gotten up to once within that peaceful, empty of all well meaning friends, and able to express their love. The kisses and caresses that would follow once the door was shut. The clothes slipping off.

Her cheeks colored as she walked outside of the theater. Her eyes scanned the now empty red carpet, searching further for a taxi or town car to take her back to her hotel. The number of limos lined up made her softly groan over the possibility of having to walk a few blocks in her uncomfortable heels.

As she dismissed each limo and waiting driver without a second glance, she doubled back on the sight of a tuxedo clad man leaning causally against a limo.

Thomas watched as recognition flashed in her expression. Unfolding his arms, he broke out into a smile as she rushed to greet him.

Chuckling, he caught her in a hug that lifted her off the ground. His lips sought hers as she slipped her arms around his neck.

"You came." She breathed against his lips.

"I did." He deepened the kiss, feeling at peace for the first time in weeks. "I've missed you."

"Nowhere near as much as I've missed you." She leaned back to look into his handsome face. "I can't believe you're here!"

He took her hands while motioning with his head toward the limo. "Shall we go home?" He eyed the people beginning to spill out. "Unless you have other plans."

Keeping his hand in hers, she got into the limo, tugging him in behind her.

"My plans only involved returning to the hotel and calling you." She snuggled against him once he settled his arm around her. "Now that you're here, I'm rethinking them."

"Oh?" He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "I hope they align with my own."

She melted against him as his hands began to wander along her curves. Their lips met again and again in a more heated exchange than the last one.

"I feel very confident that our plans are going to align perfectly."

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[angelasscribbles]

Heir Apparent Chapter 15: Homecoming

Series: Heir Apparent.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley (past)

Word Count: 1,776

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes, language, Depression, self-harm mentioned, I should tag as infidelity (even though it arguably wasn't, as she had her fiancée's permission for what happened in Vegas, but some people have gotten very upset with me about it, so I'm tagging it as such just to be on the safe side)

A/N: Yes, you guys, it's back! I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update. Other things got in the way, but I do have so many more ideas for this one.

A/N2: My original idea for this was just simply that it never made sense that Drake would agree for his child to be the heir. Under what other circumstances would Riley marry Drake but be mother to the heir? Well....if she were actually pregnant with the heir. The Vegas fling was the perfect vehicle to drive that. Since Drake gave permission for the fling, I didn't anticipate the trauma that ended up happening, but once I started writing, that's what happened. This story went to some much darker places than I ever imagined or planned. Hopefully they are back on solid ground now. We'll see. As I write by the seat of my pants, I often don't know what's coming any more than the readers do! 🤣

Everything else: Master List.

On the ride back to Valtoria, they kept sneaking glances at each other. As if they were both afraid the other was going to disappear. They drove mostly in silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, like the ride to the palace had been. Both were lost in their own thoughts, the events of the last few days, the last few weeks, had been heavy, there was an overwhelming tiredness mingled with the relief. Now that the gripping fear of losing each other had abated, emotional exhaustion set in.

“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Riley said. All she’d done in her time at the palace was toss and turn, fall into a fitful sleep, jerk awake, then fight the panic in her chest until she could fall into a restless sleep. Repeat, on loop. Nothing about those three days had been restful.

“Me too.” Drake had no idea how much sleep he’d gotten, but passed out drunk wasn’t exactly the same as restorative sleep. He didn’t sleep well without her next to him anyway. He snuck a quick glance at her as he reached for her hand, “There’s nothing stopping us from climbing into bed and doing exactly that.”

She smiled at him as she took his hand and tears pricked his eyes. He’d had no idea just how tight the vise around his heart had been until it loosened. There was the smile he’d fallen in love with, there was that light in her eyes, there was the expression of love shining from them. He had missed those things so much, had missed her. He’d missed those million little ways she showed she loved him, like the way he’d catch her staring at him from across the room or the way she cut his sandwiches into heart shapes. He grumbled about it. “I’m a grown ass man, Riley.” But secretly it made his stupid heart feel all warm and fuzzy. He squeezed her hand as he forced his attention back to the road.

With his attention fixed on driving, Riley was able to study his face. She leaned her head back against the headrest as she drank in the curve of his face, the way the setting sun filtered through his hair. She smiled at how he always kept his hands precisely at nine o’clock and three o’clock unless he needed a hand free for something. Like holding hers.

She gripped his hand like it was the only thing holding her above water. His touch calmed and soothed her; she hadn’t realized how much until it had been gone. Even when she had been afraid of losing him, even when she had been sunk in depression, even when she had barely responded to him, his presence had been comforting. His touch, brushing her hair out of her face or rubbing her back, had helped. Without him she’d been set adrift, anchorless. She never wanted to experience it again.

 “Let’s do it then!” She smiled up at him.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to glance at her face, the dazzling smile he found there made all the unhappiness and uncertainty of the last few weeks just wash away. He drug his eyes reluctantly back to the road. His foot pressed down a little heavier on the gas pedal at the thought of cuddling up next to her in their bed, wrapping his arms around her and not having her pull away.

“Do you need anything before we head up to bed?” He asked her as they entered the house.

“Do we have any chocolate cake?” She asked hopefully.

“You want cake?” He asked in pleased surprise. Eating was definitely a good sign.

“I could eat some.” She admitted, “But really what I want is a bath. I haven’t had one in three days. Poor Liam, I hope he changes the sheets before he sleeps in his bed.”

“Yeah…” Drake pushed away the thought of Liam sleeping on sheets that smelled like his wife.

She caught the hesitancy in his tone, “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“

“You did nothing wrong, baby. Come on, I’m going to go draw you a bath then I’ll call down to the kitchen for some chocolate cake…chocolate lava cake, how about that?” Liam being in love with her was just a fact of life. There wasn’t much either of them could do about it. He didn’t see the point of talking about it.

Her face lit up, “Oh, yummmm! Yes, please! With milk!”

“You sure about that?”

She nodded emphatically, “I’m sure!”

“Ok, then.” They climbed up the stairs together and entered the bedroom. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply upon entering the room, the familiar smell washing over him. It was a unique mixture of her scent mixed with his own, with a faint whiff of Riley’s favorite fabric softener underlying them both. It smelled like home.

“I’ll…uh…go start you a bath while you pick out some clothes, ok?”

“You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know. I want to.” He was determined to make sure she never doubted his commitment and devotion again.

When Riley entered the bathroom, she found the tub full of her favorite bubble bath, scented candles flickering on the counter and her favorite bath towel already placed in the warmer. “Wow, this is above and beyond.”

“You deserve above and beyond, Riley.” He told her, “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn’t.”

“What?” She looked at him in surprise, “Of course you didn’t! I was the one pushing you away. It seems silly, now. Looking back, all you did was try to be there for me, cooking for me, trying to plan the nursery, you literally held my hair while I puked. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh, whatever.” He scoffed, “You patched me up after a gunshot wound then refused to sleep all night so you could watch me breath.”

Her face went completely serious, “I’m not a doctor, Drake. I was afraid that if I fell asleep and you started bleeding again-“ the words choked off in a sob.

“Oh, hey, hey! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!” He was across the room and at her side in two strides. He wrapped her up in his arms, “It’s ok, I survived, see? I’m right here!”

“Sorry.” She sniffed, “Hormones, I guess.” Or, recent events had stirred up those feelings of helplessness and panic when she’d thought she might lose him.

“Don’t apologize. You’re fine.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, “You’re just tired and emotionally exhausted. I know the feeling. So, let’s just get you into the bath, ok?”

She nodded as he pulled Liam’s shirt over her head and tossed it into the hamper. His motives for getting her out of those clothes and into the bath might have been at least a little selfish on his part. He knew it was probably petty and stupid, but he didn’t like seeing her in Liam’s clothes.

She slipped into the bath and sighed as she stretched out in the extra large claw footed, cast iron tub. She tipped her head up to find Drake still standing there, “Are you just going to stare at me while I take a bath?”

“Uh…I’m kind of afraid to leave you alone. I don’t want you to fall asleep in the tub.” He admitted.

“You could come in here with me.” She suggested.

“Thought you’d never ask!” He grinned at her as he stripped his own clothes off and climbed into the tub behind her.

She scooted forward to give him room. Once he settled in, he pulled her back, so she was leaning against him. She picked up the bottle of shampoo, but he reached out and took it.

“Here, let me do that.” He squeezed some into his hand and rubbed it into her hair.

He worked the shampoo through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. He felt her body go limp against his. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ok?”

“Not.” She mumbled, “Just relaxed.”

“Uh-huh.” He poured water over her hair as he rinsed the soap out. “Hand me the conditioner please.”

She handed it over and he opened it, the familiar lavender scent hitting his nostrils as he poured a generous amount into his hand. He smoothed the conditioner into her hair then poured out a second handful. She had a lot of hair. He took his time, using his fingers to comb out any tangles and making sure every bit of hair was coated.

While Drake focused on her hair, Riley lathered soap onto a loofa and washed the front of her body, leaning forward and tossing it over her shoulder to Drake when she was done, “Do my back?”

He moved her hair, gathering the wet, heavy, freshly conditioned mass in his hands and placing it over one shoulder, out of his way. She shivered as his fingers brushed her bare shoulder. He ran the loofa over her back then used his hands to scoop water over her bare skin, rinsing it clean. “Lean back and I’ll rinse your hair.”

She leaned back into his chest and closed her eyes, the warmth of the water around her and the soothing feel of his hands caressing her scalp combined to bring her to the brink of sleep, heaviness overtaking her drooping eyelids. She must have fallen asleep in the tub after all because the next thing she was aware of was being lifted in Drakes arms and deposited into a chair. “Mmmm, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, here.” A towel fresh out of the warmer wrapped around her as another moved across her body, gently drying her.

When she was dry, Drake gathered her in his arms again and carried her to bed, tucking her under the covers before climbing in next to her and pulling her close against his side.

“I never got my cake.” She mumbled into his chest.

A soft laugh rumbled through him, “You can have it for breakfast.”

Her eyes blinked open and fixed on his, “Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For bathing you?” He chuckled again.

“No. I mean, yes, but also….for loving me.”

His arms tightened around her, “Forever, baby, no matter what.”

“Same.” She sighed; her eyes fluttering closed as she lost the fight to stay awake.

Drake buried his nose in her hair and inhaled before kissing the top of her head. Then he held her close as the sound of her breathing lulled him into a contented sleep of his own.

#heir apparent #angelasscribbles #the royal romance fanfic #the royal romance #drake walker #liam rys #riley campbell #riley campbell walker #trr #choices #choices stories you play #drake x mc #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices trh #the royal heir

[lartistwriter]

ROLE SWAP HUNTER AU

Capitulo 1, parte 3:

- ¡Deja ya de volar, cuervo! -grita el chico, quien se queda mudo cuando ve el lugar tan extraño en el que se encontraba, pues este estaba lleno de trastos- Hala, y yo que creía que tenía cosas raras, esto -dijo sosteniendo una percha que atravesaba la cabeza de un muñeco que estaba pegada al cuerpo de un peluche de lagarto al que habían sustituido un brazo por un tenedor-... es otro nivel.

- Has vuelto por fin -escuchó Hunter asustándose, pero decidido levanto una tela de la carpa en la que parecía encontrarse, para poder ver el origen de aquella voz femenina- Vamos a ver que has traído hoy.

Hunter ve como el cuervo blanco se coloca encima de un baston, al que se acaba uniendo volviendose el animal en lo que parecía una figura decorativa de este.

- Basura -dijo la bruja mientras sacaba de la bolsa un teléfono, un anillo y una copa de oro que relucía, tirando esos tres objetos a cualquier lado-. Esto sí -dijo feliz mientras sacaba unas gafas de broma de las que se caían a través de unos muelles unos ojos de plastico-, con esto si me haré rica. Y esto -dijo sacando el libro de Azura de la bolsa  y lo acercaba a una vela-, me servirá para hacer fuego.

Hunter reacciono rápidamente, lanzándose a por su libro.

- Perdón, disculpe es mio, gracias -tras tomarlo corrió hacia la puerta por la que había accedido, pero esta se cerro antes de que pudiera traspasárla.

- No vas a ir a ninguna parte -le dijo la mujer mientras se quitaba las gafas de broma.

Este guardo rápidamente el libro como pudo en su mochila y levantando la tela salió de la carpa para encontrarse con un mundo increíblemente raro.

- Ay, madre mía, ¿qué está pasando? -se trato de alejar del precipicio desde donde estaba viendo todas esas rarezas cuando se topa  con lo que parece un hada- ¡Ah! Anda, pero si es un hada, vas ha decirme que todo esto es un sueño ¿verdad? -pregunto deseado que dijera aquello, pero estaba lejos de la realidad.

- Dame tu piel -grito el hada mostrando unos afilados dientes.

- ¡Ah! ¿Dónde estoy?¿Me habré muerto?¿Estaré en el lado malo? -se preguntaba el joven al ver que todo era tan extraño.

- Ya quisieras -le dijo la mujer tomándolo del hombro y asustandolo.

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[txemrn]

Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor prepares for a night out with her best friends despite her mother's wishes for her to attend a special family dinner.

Pairing(s): Liam x Riley (in discussion); more to be revealed

Word Count: ~2740

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 this chapter references drinking; brief language

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! No one asked for this... at least no one of sound mind, and if you're a big fan of TRR, you might actually hate this (no, I'm not killing Liam!). When I pitched this idea (half-joking, half-serious) to some buddies after reading the book Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas, the eager encouragement I normally receive was met with (what's that TikTok trend with that T Swift song?) "horrified looks from everyone in the room". But... I could not get this idea out of my head. So, here we are! I have a general idea of where this story is going... but I'm actually leaving myself open to possibilities. No matter how the road twists and turns, I would be honored if you join me!

A/N 2: This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Huge thank you to @charlotteg234 for looking over this for me (and laughing like a maniac with me)! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

~🖤~

Eleanor

Tapping my newly manicured nails against the glass topper to my vanity, my gaze nervously shifts back and forth between my choices for the evening. I don’t know why this is so hard–or why it’s taking me this long to decide–but somehow, here I am in quite the conundrum.

Perversion or Temptress: that’s it. But, when it came to darkening the outer-corner of my eyelid, picking the right hue of eyeshadow matters. Yes, yes, they’re both a deep black; one is a dark matte that has the potential to smudge all over my porcelain face, but the other one, while dark, has little flecks of silver.

Biting my lip, I look at myself in the mirror before looking back at the YouTube tutorial I was following.  I feel silly making such a big deal over the color; afterall, this is supposed to be fun. Normally, for me, it is.  I’m actually really good at doing my own make-up, thanks to the internet and to my mother who convinced my father when I was fourteen that mascara and lipstick would not lead me down the path of destruction and eternal damnation.

Well, I guess I should clarify: I do a great job on my make-up, my everyday natural, diplomatically poised look. Think lots of pinks and taupes. It’s the latest trend for crown princesses; I should know.

But tonight, I wouldn’t be Princess Eleanor. I didn’t want to be Princess Eleanor. 

Dangit, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like some stereotypical spoiled brat that is born into money and power, who craves freedom from her poor little privileged life.  I am content–actually, very grateful for the life I have been born into. I have been given incredible opportunities and experiences because of it. But, I’m not naive; I know I have a high-calling, one filled with much responsibility and dedication. Someday I will be queen of Cordonia.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves... 

Tonight, I’m just Nora–at least that’s what my friends call me, and since I’m turning twenty this coming Tuesday, they wanted to take me out over the weekend. This weekend. See? Responsible. But, there is just one problem…

There’s a sudden knock on my door, my mother instantly inviting herself in.  “Dinner’s in thirty Eleanor–”  she freezes as her eyes grow wide. “Y–you’re make-up… don’t you think it’s a bit on the, um… heavy-side?”

“Mom,” I singsong, "it's supposed to be. This is how all the celebrities and models wear their make-up when they hit the town." 

"Hit the town?" My mother gave me that eyebrow, the one that gives away her true unspoken feelings. "You're going out tonight?"

"Mhmm. To dinner." I settle on Urban Decay's Perversion, and start tapping the color against my eyelid. "I told you and Daddy that Josie and Beth were taking me out–"

"Eleanor," my mom shot her first warning signal with her tone. "We discussed that tonight wasn't a good night. And if you ladies could do things tomorrow–"

"It's just a family dinner," I continue to work on my look. "Daddy said it was fine–"

"But you know how important this dinner is. We have a special guest."

Yes, yes. We know.

His name is Drake Walker, and he is–well, was, my parent's best friend back in the day before I was born. He actually grew up with my dad, Drake's father serving as my Grandpa Rys's royal guard when he was king of Cordonia.

But, then there was a falling out of some sort…well, that's according to my Uncle Leo. He means well, but I'm fairly certain the truth has been stretched.

Anyway, I'm not too clear on what happened, but shortly after my parents got married, Drake moved back to his home in America to start a normal life. He never settled down with a wife, but he kept busy with his construction company.

That is until four months ago when he discovered his business partner had been siphoning company funds into off-shore accounts. Now he spends his days laid up on the couch with a fifth of whiskey. And broke as a joke.

Drake's brother-in-law Bertrand Beaumont, the Duke of Ramsford, serves on the royal council with my parents, and after a late meeting one night, he shared the truth about their former best friend. 

Daddy and his bleeding heart… sure, he can see fiery red from time to time and his temper can bubble over, but my father is known for his grace, forgiveness, and charity towards others. He contacted his old friend… which then led to an invitation back to Cordonia.

'It's only for a little while, until he gets back on his feet,' Daddy assured my mom.  'We'll give him tasks around the palace until then.'

Mom called it a 'midlife crisis'. I don't think I was supposed to hear the latter part.

I began to draw on my eyeliner as my mother crossed her arms, glowering at me. Feeling the disappointment radiate from her glare, I stop, shrugging my shoulders. "What?"

"Part of being royal is posing as a unified front as a family."

"You act like this is some official business or a press event–"

"Our closest friends are going to be here, Elle, and–" she stops, her eyes playfully smoldering as her voice becomes angelically romantic. "--I think even Bartie is coming." 

"Mom!" I chuckle, my cheeks pinking in embarrassment from her inflection. "It's not like that with him."

Oh, but it was…

Bartie Beaumont is one of my closest friends. He's a few years older than me and well… I really enjoy spending time with him.  He's incredibly kind and charming in and out of social situations. He's quite handsome with his dark, well-kept hair and deep chestnut eyes. And smart–goodness, he's smart. He can keep up with my father, round-for-round in debating politics and foreign policies.

He's always been fiercely protective of me, even when I was a little girl. But he was always just Bartie, my honorary older brother… that is until he asked me to dance at a charity gala when I was sixteen. I had never been asked to dance by a boy before; I was normally paired with other noble children, usually from the suggestion made by their mothers. But this? It was different… and special. Someone chose to dance with me because they wanted to. And until that moment, I never understood what it meant to let a partner 'lead you', and well… I digress. It was nice. Bartie… he's just nice.

"But seriously, Mom," I continue, "the girls have already set everything up for tonight, and I'm the guest of honor for that. I can't just stand them up."

My mom gives me a long sigh. She's having that internal argument with herself where she compares her younger years as a commoner versus her younger years as a royal. "I guess I was hoping you'd get to meet your Uncle Drake tonight–"

I couldn't control my giggles. Growing up, Mom and Dad always referred to their close friends as 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', like my Uncle Max and Aunt Livvy. But they were also active members in my life that I saw frequently. 'Uncle Drake'? I don't even know the guy. 

"Isn't he living on our couch for a while? I'm sure I'll meet him at breakfast sometime." 

My mom pursed her lips. I think she realizes she has no other reasons to keep me home. Thank goodness.

"Is Lars going with you, or is one of the other guards?"

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

"But I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old for the night–"

"Almost twenty-year-old," she smirks, stepping forward to fidget with my wavy, honey-brunette hair. "It's just not safe, baby. People know who you are–good people… and bad people. Even under all of this make-up, people will still recognize you."

I give a little huff, but she was right. I once dyed my hair purple and wore thick-rimmed frames to a show for a local punk band, and I'm pretty sure I posed for more photos with fans than the musicians.

"Fine, I'll ask Lars," I give my mother a half smile. "Anything else, your majesty?"

"One more thing," she twirls me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I'm keeping it pretty casual tonight with a white shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. I am pairing my black moto jacket with some gold accessories and my red Jimmy Choo pumps. Surely the woman doesn't think I'm showing off too much skin. 

Suddenly, she raises my shirt in the back and unclips my white bra.

"Mom!" 

"Eleanor," she snickers, shaking her head at me. "We've been over and over this ever since you got boobs: white shirt, nude undergarments."

I whip off my bra, quickly grabbing a skin-tone t-shirt bra. "No one's going to be looking."

"Someone is always looking." 

After hooking my bra and smoothing out my tee, Mom gave me an approving nod. And then she put her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "Have a good time tonight. I love you, my twenty-year-old baby."

"Almost twenty-year-old baby." We both fall into titters as we squeeze each other closer. "I love you too, Mommy."

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I text my bodyguard Lars to let him know about the evening, and as expected, he'll be ready with the car in ten minutes. 

Poor guy was ball-and-chained to me when I got my driver's license. I'm sure when he signed up for the guard, he pictured himself traveling around the world, looking like a badass with my dad. Instead, he got me, and the only traveling he normally does is to gather my morning espresso and cronut. He's made more trips to Sephora than any man should ever make in his lifetime–even more than my Uncle Max.

He's a good guy… if you like the serious, never-crack-a-smile type. He looks like John Cena with a permanent angry expression, complete with a single bulging vein in the center of his forehead. He's a man of few words despite my attempts to make him laugh, but underneath all the brawn and muscle, he has a big heart. He has literally given me his coat so that I wouldn't have to walk through a puddle of half-melted snow. And to think, he has sworn to give so much more for my own life… 

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

>>> "Hey, bday bish! R U ready for the nite of ur life?"

I chuckle under my breath after reading the text. Night of my life… She always has a flare for the dramatics, but then again Beth has always been the life of the party. She has more personality in her pinkie finger than all of the citizens of Cordonia combined. Her mother is the Countess of Fydelia, and ever since Beth's father left, she's been indisposed.  Mom says that's a more tactful way of saying, 'alcoholic'. 

Beth walks more on the wild side, a real risk-taker. When I get in trouble, chances are she is somehow involved, like the time I got caught with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at the Baron's Ball. Ugh, talk about the hangover from hell… and that wasn't even my punishment…

But she, along with Josie, are my ride-or-die. My BFFs. My "You jump, I jump, right?". We've grown up together, became women together, and nothing was about to ruin that bond.

I fire a text back to Beth. 

>>> "Can't wait! My car will be ready in a few. What restaurant are we meeting at?"

My phone instantly dings, catching me off guard in my attempts to glide on some lipstick. That was fast. I tap on the message.

>>> "We're coming 4 u! Be ready!"

My face falls. I know it's probably hard to believe, but my friends often forget that I'm a princess. Like, the legit crown princess of Cordonia, and because of that, I need a bodyguard present during all activities outside of the palace that have not otherwise been secured by the royal guard. As you can imagine, that rule made me so popular in grade school when my parents tried giving me a 'normal life'.

In retrospect, I'm quite grateful for the security through the years, especially when I hear about plots made by secret coups against my dad. But still, it would be nice to get my own darn breakfast. And I'm sure Lars would love to sleep in for once.

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

>>> "R U kidding me? Ur shadow has 2 come?"

I let out a defeated exhale.  She knows this. My phone suddenly rings, her picture lighting up the screen. "Hey–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She sounds irritated, as if I did this maliciously to her.

"Beth, you know my parents won't allow me out without him or any other–"

"He can't come with us," she interrupts. I can hear Josie in the back, trying to calm Beth down. 

"And do tell–" I cross an arm over my chest, raising an eyebrow, "--why is that?"

She lets out a huge sigh. "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but–" she hesitates, sucking on her front teeth.  "I got us three VIP passes into Core!"

I blink a few times, racking my brain for this to somehow trip a memory. "Core?" Nope. No tripping. "What's Core?"

"Nora!" She scoffs in disbelief. "It's only the newest and hottest club in town. Tonight is opening night. Half price shots–"

"Uh, Beth–?" I could feel my stomach sinking under the weight of her excitement. And Josie wasn't any better, squealing over the line. 

A club? Like, with dancing and drinking? I had never been to one before. And something tells me that the king wouldn't be too approving of his nineteen-year-old daughter partying with half-drunk strangers, groping her in the name of dancing. Still, it sounds like so much fun.

"--and we have a VIP table with bottle service until midnight!"

"Beth!" I call out to get her attention again. "There… there's just no way I can do that. Especially without Lars."

"C'mon, Nora. It's your freaking birthday. You're supposed to let loose–"

I hang my head into my hands. "You know I want to, but… I–I can't do that. My parents–"

"--don't have to know."

That silenced me real quickly into deep thought. I might not be the world's most perfect child, but I have learned never to hide things from Liam and Riley Rys. Never. 

But I'd be lying if a glimmer of hope and excitement didn't blossom in my chest at the thought of going out despite my parent's knowledge. Besides, I am an adult; I'm almost twenty for crying out loud. If anything, I've shown them how responsible I am, and that I can be trusted. Plus, Aunt Livvy has taught me more than enough self-defense maneuvers that I could probably take a second job as a spy with her wife.

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

"And how won't they find out? Lars has to give a detailed report–"

"We won't bring him."

That's the plan? I snicker under my breath, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "And… how do you suggest I get rid of him?"

"Why not a sleepover?" I hear Josie suggest in the background.

A sleepover. That could work. There were few places I could go where security didn't have to be right beside me once a building was given the all clear. Beth's house happened to be one of them. 

"But I'm already dressed up. And–and I told my mom we were going out–"

"So?" Beth interjects. "We changed our minds. We'll have dinner catered."

Crap. Am I really considering this? I look at my reflection in the mirror as I twist my lips. Dangit. And I'm having a really good hair day.

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

I take a few cleansing breaths. I can feel my pulse, galloping like a racehorse in my ears. Could I actually get away with this? I've been to Beth's house thousands of times. The guard comes in, does a quick sweep, and then keeps watch outside, never to return until it's time for me to leave. We could sneak out the back through the guest house. He would never know.

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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The Royal Romance Part 7

Liam dusts himself off as they start to walk down the street to the pastry shop. Riley walks beside him smiling “You’ve got a leaf in your hair”

Liam feels his face heat up as she gets closer and reaches to pull a leaf out of his hair he inhales her scent God she’s so intoxicating if we were alone the things I would do to her He smiles as Riley pulls the leaf out his hair

“There you go”

“Thank you Riley you’re very kind”

“It was my pleasure”

As they continue to walk Maxwell grins “Is it me of is it more fun to be out a night when you’re also breaking the rules?”

Hana giggles “It’s more fun when you know your heading to something delicious”

Liam nods “After a day spent answering the press and the queen this is the sweetest freedom”

Riley grins “And it’s about to get sweeter”

They approach the pastry shop and Maxwell shouts “We need all your finest cronuts please!”

Riley and Liam laugh as Hana speaks “I think you’re supposed to go to the counter not just shout from the doorway”

Drake shakes his head “Like normal people”

Riley smiles “I’ll take care of this you guys take a seat”

Liam chooses a spot by the window and they all take a seat. He watches Riley as she orders the cronuts and smiles

Maxwell leans in and whispers “So Riley is really something right?”

“Hm? Oh yeah she’s great”

“Seems like Riley doesn’t have a chair” He grabs a chair and puts it next to Liam

Liam raises an eyebrow “Maxwell what are you doing?”

“Oh I’m not doing anything”

Liam chuckles “You’re a terrible liar” He smiles “Thanks anyway”

Riley returns to the table and takes as seat next to Liam he drapes his arm around the back of the chair she leans in closer to him and he grins Wish she was closer “Well these look delicious”

Drake eyes them suspiciously “What’s more important is how they taste let me at them” He reaches for one

Riley nods “All together”

Liam counts “1”

Hana smiles “2”

“3” Before Drake can finish Maxwell immediately takes a bite

“Delicious!”

Drake frowns “Maxwell!”

Liam can’t help but chuckle as Maxwell grins “I regret nothing! Mmmmm so flaky crusty glazed cloud of flavor!”

Hana smiles “I must take these back home I’ve never had anything so light so fluffy and sweet”

Liam smiles “These rival finest pastries from the palace chefs even Drake is smiling”

“What who doesn’t love a good dessert?"

****

Riley smiles as she them enjoy the cronuts “I’m glad you all are enjoying them I like they make it here even better than New York”

Maxwell grins “The last time I had something this good Bertrand hired a pastry chef from a Michelin starred restaurant to make his birthday cake”

Riley looks at him surprised “Wait are you saying Bertrand actually used to have fun? The same Bertrand who’s been lecturing me all week?”

Maxwell nods “Heh yeah he wasn’t always like he is now”

Liam nods “There was a time when Bertrand would’ve been here with us now”

Riley’s eyes widen “Really?”

Liam sighs “Yes we were close once but he’s grown distant over the pass few years”

Maxwell smiles “Aw Bertrand gonna be fine he’s sorting some things out you know what I’ll even bring him back a cronut”

Hana smiles “That’s sweet of you”

Drake scoffs “It’s a noble thought but we’ll see if that cronut actually makes it back to the palace”

Maxwell raises an eyebrow “I hope you’re not implying I’ll eat my brother’s cronut”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Maxwell pauses and Riley can’t help but snicker “…Well it’s the thought that counts”

Hana grins “Can’t believe mine’s gone already it was delicious”

Riley grins “What did I tell you? Have faith in me”

Maxwell grins “That’s was a treat thanks Riley!”

Drake smiles “We should sneak out more often”

Liam smiles “I wish I could”

****

Liam takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his mouth as Hana looks out the window

“Wow it’s gotten so late”

Liam stands “We should head back”

Riley smirks “Don’t want the kingdom to panic over it’s missing prince?”

Liam chuckles then nods “Precisely I’ve already been gone for some time”

Drake smirks “Historians will tell the day when Cordonia nearly collapsed because the Prince went out for cronuts”

Liam chokes back a laugh “Maybe it’s not that bad but we really should be heading back to the palace”

They all head out the café and begin to walk down the street and a figure appears

Liam’s eyes widen “Bastien? What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t have you go anyway without your security”

Liam sighs “How did you know?”

Bastien chuckles “Please your highness I was assigned to your brother before this I’ve seen every trick in the book”

“I’m sorry to have troubled you”

Bastien waves away his apology grinning “Like I said I was assigned to your brother compared to him this was hardly any trouble but…”

“We should be getting back I know”

“You go an ahead I’ll walk behind and keep an eye on things”

Liams nods “Thank you Bastien”

They continue to walk Liam notices Riley slowing down to walk next to him “This was an excellent idea”

“I thought we could use a little fun”

Liam grins “It’s more than that it’s really seeing everything” He looks around “It’s strange I’m a potential leader of my country and yet there’s still so much I haven’t experienced”

Riley grins “Well I’ll be your escape in your own backyard”

Liam chuckles then smiles “You have no idea how happy I am to have you here being an icon robs me of certain luxuries liking visiting going out with friends” He smirks “Spending time with you”

Riley blushes “Liam you know you should be fair to the other ladies”

“Maybe I don’t have to when I’m outside the palace”

“Oooh scandalous”

Liam smiles as he takes her hand and squeezes it “Riley thank you for another rare glimpse beyond my princely world”

Maxwell turns and waves “Hey you two you’re falling behind catch up or we’ll leave you!”

 Liam sighs Thanks for ruining the moment Maxwell “Looks like we better close the distance” He suck a breath Oh I shouldn’t have said that it implies I want to kiss her which I do so badly He looks over and sees Riley smiling

“But not so fast I want to hang onto these precious moments”

Liam let’s out a sigh of relief then smiles “I will oblige my lady”

****

Riley wakes up the next day to knocking on the door Ugh who is that it’s so early She sleepily gets up and opens the door and sees Maxwell and Bertrand

Maxwell grins “Rise and Shine Riley!”

Riley groans as she walks back to the bed and sits down

Bertrand sighs “I’ll assume that’s the appropriate morning greeting followed by use of my title”

“What is it? Why are we up at this time?”

Maxwell smiles “We just heard where the next social event is gonna be and if we wanna get there before anyone else we should get packed it’s gonna be fun”

Riley yawns as she stretches “Where are we going?”

“To the northern region of Cordonia to the snow!”

Riley smiles “I love the snow”

Bertrand shakes his head “I wouldn’t celebrate too soon the family that’s hosting us up there the place we’ll be staying at belongs to the Lythikos duchy”

Lythikos why does that sound familiar Riley raises an eyebrow “That means?”

“That you’re about to go straight to Olivia’s home territory if you want time with Prince Liam you’re gonna have to beat her at her own game”

Riley frowns I knew I shouldn’t have asked “…Crap”

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CFWC Writer of the Month May 2022 Bebepac

Each month CFWC highlights one of our many talented fanfic writers and this month’s writer of the month is @bebepac ! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! Writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played? 

I started playing choices in mid-2018 or early 2019 I think?:  TRR was between books two and three because I caught up to where the series was and had to wait for weekly releases 

I played Rules of Engagement and The Freshman at the same time.  TRR came on my radar when I saw that Leo was the Leo from there.   

2- When, and why, did you join Choices fandom?.

I saw a post on Reddit talking about the Tumblr choices fandom when was looking for TRR information between books

3- How did you pick your url name? 

Bebe is actually one of the nicknames I go by and Pac is actually because I still want to go back to school to become a Physician Assistant  a  PA-C.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog. 

My first posts were TRH inspired, with pictures of the Royal Heir.   My first chapter I wrote was a one-shot called Ride With Me

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I started writing in January 2020

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

TRR, I use the characters, but they’re not always royal in the series I put them in.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

A WIP is the earliest thing I can find that I shared on CFWC

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Greek Meat - in May 2020 I was supposed to spend 12 days in Greece, but due to the pandemic, my trip was canceled.  That fictionalized series was kind of the time I hoped to have with me and my good friend who planned to go together. 

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be, but it could use a little more love?

I didn’t expect The Rotten Apple to be well received, and I have gotten some very negative messages about it.  It does have a taboo storyline, but I truly enjoy writing the story, and the evolution of the characters.

I expected The Life of Riley: Book One to do better.  It made me feel like I was the only one who really wanted Riley to have a backstory,  so I created one for her that explained integral parts of her life in the canon story where she didn’t have family there to support her.  

10- What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

Drama and angst,  I can write fluff, but fluff is not my go to.  I do promise on my page, you get original fics with dramatic flair.  

11- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

Angst.  They say you write what you know, and I’ve had to deal with tough things in my life.

12- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MC’s or in your writing?

All of my MCs have components of me, all are left-handed like myself.  But if I had to rank them the most like me is  My original Riley Brooks Character (most emotionally like me when I explain how my Riley reacts to things, I always put myself in her shoes.)  Mia from my series Pop’s Place and Mia’s World  My New Riley (from The Blue Honey Cafe)

13- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Not adequately conveying what I’m thinking to the page, or giving as much detail as I should.   I know what I see, but I need to help  you see what I see.  This is something I’ve been working on.

14- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

I have several series that are really close to being done. Just the Way You are (TRR x Perfect Match crossover) The Days the Earth Stood Still (TRR) 

15- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Funny:  Greek Meat Drama:  Fast Forward 

16- Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

@dcbbw on the fandom,  my struggle point I mentioned about my writing, is something she gave me as constructive criticism and I appreciate it.  

Giving me the courage to write when I told them I had a story idea fandom peeps @janezillow @dcbbw.  Thank you for believing in me.

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Greek Meat 

18- Do you write original stories?

I write very little canon in my stories so I think of them as original and most of my storylines aren’t actually set in Cordonia.

I also write a lot of pieces based in my hometown area which I think gives them a very unique feel.

19 -  What other hobbies do you have?

Music, movies, and now that the pollening is no longer among us I want to get back into the great outdoors more until it gets too hot!

20 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

Right now it’s the red apple for my series The Rotten Apple 🍎

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I am very appreciative of everyone who is reading and following the storylines that I am creating.  Tumblr can feel hard sometimes, especially when you are a small blog, and I am.  I appreciate liking, commenting, and especially reblogging, as that’s how others see your work as a writer on this platform.  Thank you to all that are supporting me for supporting my writing.

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#5

A Trio of Tales

This story is my submission for the @choicesprompts​ exercise, where the prompts are story-starters. I chose to weave three(!) stories that probably don’t interconnect, but that was the goal. At this point, I’m just hoping it all makes sense.

It has come to my attention that @harleybeaumont​ and I share at least one head canon regarding Lucretia Nevrakis, and we both have interactions with the world’s worst aunt in our stories for this exercise, but I believe that is where the similarity ends. If anyone has issues with this story, my DMs are open and I’m a pretty reasonable person most of the time.

THANK YOU to all who read over snippets of this fic and THANK YOU to all who will read it. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. (I tried to do a decent edit, but you guys know who you’re dealing with) MS Word Editor gives me 98% error-free.

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Song Inspiration: Hearing Damage, Thom Yorke

Word Count: 4,571

Olivia

The cool wind pushes my hair back as I walk along the familiar path, every step taking me deeper into the past. It’s been years since I’ve been here; everything is different.

Everything is the same.

I’m not paying attention to the present as I walk, I’m too lost in memories of long ago. That’s why I don’t notice the person walking towards me until I hear a familiar voice call my name.

I freeze. It can’t be. What are the odds?

I lift my head as my eyes dart wildly around before finally landing on a face I’d recognize anywhere, even now.

“It’s you.”

I pull my open cardigan tightly across my chest as my left arm reflexively covers my swollen belly. The temperature of my blood drops, rivaling the chilly air. Three feet opposite me, my Aunt Lucretia pulls the hood of her woolen cloak away from her face and hair. Her tall frame is thinner than I remember. Her face, though gaunt, remains unlined. Her eyes are brown flint as they appraise me critically.

My mind races; no one had informed me that she was free. I wonder if she has been released or managed to escape.

“Where are you going, girl?” she demands as if she hasn’t spent the last seven years of her life in a Cordonian prison cell.

I stand straighter, my expression indifferent. “You are on private property. I suggest you leave.”

She smirks at me as she pushes her hands into her coat pockets. “I’m still a Nevrakis. I’m still your blood.”

“When did you get out?” I hear the tremble in my voice, and mentally berate myself for showing fear.

I should have brought Misha with me.

“One week ago. I would have arrived sooner, but I had … business to tend to.”

“You are unwelcome here,” I reply coldly as I resume my walk, sidestepping around her.

She ignores my response and falls into step with me. “You never came to visit me,” she says quietly.

I abruptly halt my steps to look at her incredulously. “You REALLY expected me to VISIT you? You abandoned me as a child, and when you do return, it’s to overthrow the Crown! With me as your pawn!”

“I told you to study your history! You refused to do so. YOU could have stopped everything, but you were too busy chasing after a King who couldn’t be bothered to give a rat’s ass about you! In the end, you had to be a casualty.”

Tears sting the corners of my eyes. “I have had to rebuild the Nevrakis name, ALONE! Our history, my parents …” My voice breaks off as a sob fills my throat.

I convince myself it’s hormones.

Silence, except the occasional chirping of birds and rustling of unseen wildlife hidden in the surrounding brush as we continue our trek to the Nevrakis family cemetery. I am going to visit my parents’ unmarked graves, a journey I haven’t made in years.

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#4

Late Night Drink

I have no idea what this is (you’ll be hearing that a LOT this year!), so just gonna drop it here and beat feet quicker than Leo running out of Cordonia to return to a cruise ship.

If you read this, I hope you enjoy it. Please excuse any typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or any grammatical errors.

THANK YOU to everyone who saw this in its rough draft stages.

THANK YOU to all who will read, like, comment, and/or reblog. Your feedback is appreciated far more than you will ever know.

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Lonely After Curfew, Sophia Bel: https://open.spotify.com/track/4ErvUEwmVOhidQ8wKgvHtt?si=202598a670574960

Word Count: 2,954

“Your drink, my lady,” the King’s smooth baritone fills my ears as I accept the black Waterford goblet from him.

My fingertips run along the base of the glass, where fleur-de-lis are etched in crystal relief before I stare dubiously at its contents.

“It’s your favorite, and I promise nothing additional has been added,” Liam assures me as he carries his glass of scotch and soda with him to an armchair with a high back. “I know your trust in me is not what it once was, to say the least.”

I refrain from looking around his rail car which can only be described as opulent. It’s almost as if someone had removed a fully furnished bedroom from the Palace and placed it here.

He settles back, crossing a pant-clad calf over his thigh. There is a slight smile on his lips, but the tapping of his shoe against the carpet tells his nervousness. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

I am an international scandal and a pariah amongst European nobility.

I nod my head curtly. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

He’s a liar.

I decide not to make it easy for Liam. I have questions that deserve answers.

I haven’t forgiven him.

“Why did you wish to see me?” I inquire, my eyes meeting his over the rim of my glass.

His smile drops; his expression fills with concern. “Ahhh, yes. I wanted to check in with you to ensure you are faring well.” His eyes drop in either guilt or shame, I can’t tell. “Or as well as you can be, given your … status at the present.”

My lips purse and I feel heat as my cheeks color. I remember the morning in Fydelia: The beseeching in his eyes as words of apology and half-assed explanations spilled from his lips before he ran away not five minutes later to be by her side.

“Why did you do it?” There is a bite to my tone which catches him unawares. He slowly lowers the goblet from his lips and looks at me sharply.

“Are you accusing me of doing this purposely? I was caught unawares, more so than you or Drake who knew the actual story behind the photographs. You told me about the mysterious communication, why not about that night in Applewood?”

Now I am the one on unsure footing. I sip my drink as he continues.

“Photographs I knew nothing about, related to an incident I was never informed of, are being plastered all over Cordonia … no, the WORLD, of the woman I love. I panicked, my Lady. I’ve grown up surrounded by assassination attempts of various kinds. All I knew in that moment was that you, by some wild stretch, had made at least one enemy. So, I did what I thought best to protect you.”

His voice hasn’t risen, but it has become tight, each word enunciated clearly. I notice his jaw has clenched. I set the goblet on a nearby coaster before rising and making my way to the rail car’s window, pushing velvet drapes aside to stare at white moon and dark water.

“And choosing Madeleine was the best way to protect me? Despite your promises?”

“Whoever is behind this has access to the highest echelons of Court; I felt it behooved me to … play along with public opinion. It was also apparent that this person or persons was adamant the Countess assume the Crown. Which makes her suspect number one in my book. I felt that it was best to have her where I can keep eyes on her at all times.”

“At my expense,” I counter. “Do you have any idea how seeing you with her makes me feel? That you would not only leave me out to dry, but would actually wish to flaunt your decision in my face?”

“I never asked you to join the Tour. You are here at the behest of House Beaumont as their sponsee.”

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62 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

Walk of Shame

The story below is my submission for #WackyDrabbles (if it isn’t too late). The prompt is “tell me you changed your mind” and will appear in bold.

It is yet another take on the Vegas fling; this is my third time exploring it, but hopefully this story stands out from my previous two attempts.

I’m just tossing this into the void; it has not been read over, so please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.

To all who will read this story, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Heart of Glass (Crabtree Remix), Blondie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_FD21CyxeE

Word Count: 2,000

Parts of this post are lemon-scented

Him

The hotel suite is the same as many others I’ve been in; nothing makes it stand out from any other temporary housing I’ve stayed in except for the view. Despite the late hour, the Las Vegas is lit up brighter than noon-day sun. Flashing lights and colors spill through the balcony window to splash against the walls.

One hand is curled around a tumbler of brown liquor, which I sip slowly. My eyes are fixed on her body as she sits on the bar stool. The floor lamp is a spotlight, illuminating her every move: Her feet, which slipped out of her Christian Louboutin stilettos ever so tantalizingly; the sexy smirk curving a corner of her mouth as she slides fishnet stockings down her smooth legs.

She stands, giving me a pirouette before winking flirtatiously; her hips undulate while her palms run down the front of her pinstriped pencil skirt. I swallow visibly, my Adam apple bobbing as her clothing falls to the floor; she isn’t wearing any underwear.

My cock, already at half-mast, rises majestically at the sight.

Her shoulders roll as she unbuttons her white silk blouse; she shrugs out of it, her eyes locked on mine; I see my lust and desire reflected in hers.

“Christ,” I mutter as I swallow more alcohol.

I’m not drunk. Yet.

I have an irrational desire to see her bachelorette party through: Watching her hold hands with the man she chose as they accept congratulations and good wishes. His palms splayed across her hips as they dance to music only they can hear. Watching him fetch her drinks and her feeding him fried foods.  

It’s her wedding day I’ll need to erase from my memory.

She’s now naked and straddling my lap. My only concession to her invitation for one last night together besides obviously taking her up on the offer, was to unbutton my shirt, kick off my shoes, and pour myself a drink.

I’m afraid to do much more; she has me under a spell I don’t want to break free from.

But I have to ask.

My head tilts back against the tufted armchair. “What does this mean?” I whisper.

Her fingertips are quick and light as they flutter against and touch fabric and flesh. Her eyes flicker to meet mine. “I can’t let things between us end without you knowing that you aren’t second best. I don’t ever want you to think you weren’t good enough.”

I draw a perverse satisfaction knowing I’ll be fucking his fiancée. She wears his ring, but I have her. For now, at least. I feel the cool air of the air conditioning blow across my newly exposed skin, and I see goosebumps erupt along her arms; her nipples stiffen. I tilt my glass, splashing her areola with my drink. My head dips; my tongue licks brown droplets from her breast. Her moan fills my ears and my cock strains against my underwear.

“Where’s your bed?” I growl against her earlobe.

The bedroom is dark, curtains drawn against the lone floor to ceiling window. But neither of us need light; our movements have always been guided by instinct and chemistry. Our warm bodies wrap together as we roll across cool sheets; our tongues tangle, our breaths mingle. The pads of her fingers press into my shoulders, and it is my turn to cradle her hips in my hands.

I overpower her, trapping her body beneath mine while I pin her arms above her head; one hand easily holds her wrists together while my lips and tongue suckle a trail down the column of her neck. She’s wearing pearls; my teeth tug at them, pulling them from their tether. Smooth, cream-colored gemstones roll off her body to nestle amongst the sheets.

The scent of her arousal draws me further south along her body, my lips tasting scented skin until I reach her center. I release her wrists to spread her lips apart. My mouth closes over her clit as I slide fingers inside her. Her walls are soft, tight, slick. We both moan.

I need to feel her. I don’t want to, not so soon, but it’s been too long since I have felt her wrapped around my cock. My body shifts and I raise myself slightly; one hand grasps the base of my shaft, and I rub it along her slit. Her hips rub impatiently against mine and I slide myself into her. A groan falls from lips as I do; it feels as if I am falling into satin pillows. Her walls fold around me, imprisoning me in a most exquisite fashion.

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66 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

Black Drake Discourse

I am writing this in response to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/aussiegurl1234/686447532178538496?source=share

Unlike the OP, who feels that not one WOC who commented on the original ask was a “constructive commenter”, I am going to tag her so she can read first-hand why this person at least has an issue with changing Drake Walker’s race/ethnicity.

I stated that the author has essentially put Drake in blackface, which has a horribly racist history within the black community.

Blackface is used to denigrate people of African descent; it is an assertion of power and control and perpetuates long-held stereotypical beliefs.

Why did I say that?

Let’s look at Drake’s background (and let me state that I feel Drake got the shit end of the PB stick):

·         His father was killed

·         His mother abandoned him

·         His sister is a runaway and (was) a single mom

·         He lives off the Crown/State (welfare, foster home)

·         HE was shot

·         Numbs feelings/emotions with a mood-altering substance (as a woman with 20 years of recovery from drug and alcohol addiction, yes I believe alcohol is a drug)

And OP makes him black. I’m going with black because even if she states that he’s biracial, his skin is black. He will be viewed as black.

These circumstances are problematic for any race but are rampant within the black community.

Then, OP only makes him black with a (Lily) white MC, which again is a source of contention within the black community. Some black men feel that being with a white woman is a status symbol of sorts, and dating/marrying one tells the world he’s “made it.”

As a black female writer of fanfic whose LI is Asian Liam and MC is black  (clutch your pearls), I don’t have an issue with Drake being in an interracial relationship, but to make him black to put him with a white MC? WHY do you have to change his ethnicity? Why perpetuate negative black stereotypes?

I have put the TRR gang in all types of AUs and changed their sexualities and tweaked their backgrounds to suit my story, but I have never thought to change their race, or hair/eye color, or stand out traits that make them … them.

I thought I was stating my opinion within the ask thread respectfully, but was told I had an “attitude”, which again is another stereotype: the angry black woman. But when OP answers with: “Because I can” and “Why are only Liam and MC customizable? Drake should be customizable too!

Well, that screams privilege and entitlement to me.

The homophobia: You don’t have to like ANY ship, but to call Driam horrid and that you don't CONDONE them (not you don't suport it, you don't condone it), and want to stand on perceived canon assumptions there, but be okay (and expect others to be as well) with changing a core canon trait of a character (his race) comes across as double-standard and hypocrisy.

PS- it's LGBTQIA+

 And OP, please know that I thought about you yesterday, worried about your well-being and how you were faring after such fallout but decided to give you a day to process and decompress. I will be reaching out to you later this week because I would like to hear your thoughts and reasonings on the matter.

I promise to bring an open mind and my listening ears. I hope you would do the same.

Okay, it is now 3:30am and I need to be back up at 6am to go make the doughnuts (I really don’t make doughnuts for a living). Unsure if this post makes any sense (seriously, woke up for other reasons and came across the Long Post in my feed and inboxes), but hopefully MY reasons for responding to the ask are valid, respectful, and make sense to more than just me.

Or maybe it’s just a Robin problem?

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71 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Acquittal

This story has taken almost two years to complete and has gone through several revisions and edits; I can only hope that this final product makes sense, isn’t too boring or wordy, and that folks enjoy it.

The premise is simple: What if Maxwell is MC’s husband when Barthelemy invokes the Coventus Noblis? It’s a slap in the face regardless of who your chosen LI is, but it’s got to hit differently when it’s your father declaring you incompetent and kidnapping your child.

Also, I head canon Maxwell differently than most, and especially PB; I don’t see him as the Court Jester, but rather the guy who uses humor and feigns ignorance to deflect attention away from himself, particularly when he was younger and chubbier. He’d rather make you laugh than be laughed at.

THANK YOU to all who read over pieces and parts of this fic.

THANK YOU to all who will read it; your comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated far more than you know.

Please forgive any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical mistakes. Word Editor only gave me 92% this time around.

All characters belong to Pixelberry. (Rebecca McKenzie is from PB’s Most Wanted)

Song Inspiration: Way Down We Go, Kaleo

Word Count: 4,895

The prisoner sits on the side of the unmade cot, his hair wet; a damp towel is slung loosely about his waist. His feet are pushed into worn bedroom slippers. With a sigh, he rises stiffly from sheets and mattress, slowly making his way to the mirror; he frowns at his reflection. The hot water and steam have done little to mask the fact he slept poorly the night before.

And the nights before that.

He picks up a comb and begins to pull from front to back, the teeth leaving behind lines throughout his thick brown locks. The silence is a tad too tense to be soothing as he awaits his visitor. His head lifts almost eagerly at the soft shuffling of her house slippers against the stone floor.

There is a clanking of keys before she rolls the breakfast trolley into the cell; she nods gratefully to the guard. Her smell seeps into the dank prison, filling his nostrils with aromas of sleep, neroli, and rosewater. He inhales greedily as their eyes meet in the mirror, but it’s her mouth that he focuses on; the plump pink of her lips currently curved upward in a soft smile. He flashes her his signature grin in return before asking, “Annabelle?” in a hopeful voice.

His wife begins lifting silver cloches before preparing mugs of coffee. “Brought to me last night, just as we were promised. She has a bad case of croup, and a slight fever. I gave her some of the elixir the doctor prescribed, and she’s been asleep since.”

Worry fills his sapphire-blue eyes. “How bad? How long has she been sick?” His body turns so he is facing the Duchess of Valtoria; his lower back presses against the metal basin, a narrow hip jutted to the left. He outstretches his arms, fingers beckoning his wife to him.

Riley leaves the cart to step into Maxwell’s waiting embrace. “Shush,” she soothes. “She’ll be fine. I promise.”

Maxwell shifts uncomfortably at the thought of his baby daughter being ill, at being powerless in the situation … but he recovers quickly. “Well, you haven’t broken a promise yet,” he quips.

Riley kisses him deeply yet briefly, her tongue rolling against his before pulling away to pour them both cups of coffee. “And I never will,” she vows.

Barthelemy Beaumont sat behind his mahogany desk, the lamplight dispelling only a few of the study’s shadows brought on by dusk; his steely gray eyes glared at his visitor in disdain. Unperturbed, the visitor returned the gaze with unwavering eyes. With a sinister smirk, the elder Beaumont pushed his chair closer to the bureau and placed the heels of his hands on polished wood before steepling his fingers.

“You didn’t disappoint,” he observed. “I knew someone would show up, pleading that jackass’ case.”

“You took away his child. You broke up his family. You went too far, too quickly.”

“I am King Regent, in addition to being his parent. He put hands on me in violence; that is treason, and punishable by death.”

The visitor raised an eyebrow as a sardonic giggle escaped their throat. “He kicked.your.ass. and the entire country knows it.” A pause. “How’s your nose?” Sarcasm infused their tone.

Barthelemy’s face hardened; when he spoke, his tone was cold. “He BROKE IT! It’s still healing. And you’d best remember that you need me and show both restraint and respect when addressing me.”

The visitor’s hand slipped inside their pocket. “I’m here to neither grovel nor apologize. I am here for the child and to demand the release of Duke Beaumont.” The hand came back into view; it held a pistol. “Or you die tonight. Your choice.”

The meal between the couple is quiet; Maxwell isn’t hungry, but Riley convinces him to drink some coffee, and nibble on toast and fruit. His blue eyes, filled with questions and uncertainty, search her brown ones. She frowns slightly.

“What?” she asks as she pulls her fingers through her chestnut-colored mane.

She knows the question he’s going to ask, and she doesn’t have a definitive answer.

“What’s going to happen today?” His voice is soft, yet firm. He has neither fear nor remorse for his actions.

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75 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

Re: the memorable scenes in fanfic, I did want to point out one of yours! I think these were three of the most memorable ones:

1. The final scene in "Heavy" where Liam remembers Jade speaking about how heavy the Crown seems and contemplating how it didn't truly hit him until the moment he was actually crowned, without her by his side.

2. In "Fate/Coincidences" when Hayden and Natasha are teasing each other over birthmarks being places where lovers from a past life kissed them 🥺

3. In "In Bloom", undoubtedly the scene where Hana comes out to Leo. I don't mind fics where she is paired up with a guy as long as there is acknowledgment and preferably exploration of her being queer and you made that an integral part of that fic, with such lovely support from Leo.

So glad to see you keeping on writing and thank you so much for telling me what was your fave scene!!

Thank you so much! I didn't reblog the memorable scene post because I wasn't so active this year (and 95% of followers are either inactive or follow me for the stuff I reblog), but thank you so much for sharing these.

It's kinda ironic Liam deserved better from writers given that TRR/TRH/TRF series only exists because of Liam, but we never get to see those moments of vulnerability from him. And when we do, it's always through someone's perspective (Drake, Leo and even Eleanor through a freaking letter from the beyond 🤦🏻‍♀️). It was heartbreaking for me that he was only allowed to shed one single tear once. The dude has been through so much, but he has to pretend he's fine even to his wife?! I love Liam dearly and whenever I have the chance, I will write a more realistic version of him.

I saw this thing about birthmarks here on Tumblr and I found it adorable. Choosing Hayden for this may have looked odd for anyone who didn't pay close attention to the story, buy who is to say matches don't have souls and past lives? His creators didn't even expect his personality to evolve the way it did, so I thought "why not?" 💕

Oh, my dear Hana... She's adorable as friend and as LI and everyone who says she's meh or weak is just heartless lol. I can't even begin to say how much I wish she had a decent character development (because she deserved it), but anyway... If only fanfic writers can do justice for her, I'll gladly be among them 💕 Hana's sexuality is still unclear to me and there are so many nuances that could be considered. I like to go for bi because the bisexual spectrum includes so much than attraction to men and women (no one ever thought she could be bisexual but not biromantic, or demisexual, etc). It's a fun subject for me.

Btw, I still don't know what the hell I had the night I thought Leo and Hana would make a good ship (... 😂), but I like building their relationship from scratch.

Thank you once again for this and I wish you a wonderful new year!

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