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twinkleallnight · 1 year
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False truth
Book: TRR AU
Pairings: Drake x Riley, Drake x Olivia, Liam x Riley .
Word count:1020
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Mature
Warning: mental health
A/N: Thanks a ton @lizzybeth1986 for holding my hand and bringing this to reality. This is a mini series of 6 chapters loosely weaved around themes for the days of drake-walker-appreciation week.
Prompt: Day 1: Appreciation for @drake-walker-appreciation week
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"Good morning!" Her soft whisper and sweet kisses were the things Drake cherished the most.
He stretched his arms up in the air and then turned to her, taking her in his embrace. She giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face.
"I love you." She said with a kiss.
"I love you too." He replied and asked, "What are we planning today?"
" I am going to treat you to some of your favourite foods."
"And what's so special to recieve this treat?"
"Just cause I want to celebrate, us." She waved her finger between both of them. "You know what, being with you every moment is a celebration." She added.
"You flatter me. What did I do to get all of this?" He spread out his arms and threw himself back in the softness of the plush mattress.
She placed her hand on his chest and rested her chin on it. Looking into his eyes, she started, " You Drake Walker, you are the most wonderful person on this earth. You have been a loving son, a caring brother, the most loyal friend anyone could ask for."
He raised his brows. "Well, thank you but all these things don't relate to you and me. Tell me something exclusive about us."
She chuckled, "That list will be never-ending. You know how much I love you. You are the warm hearted person I always dreamed of."
Drake smiled listening to the praises. She cupped his face and continued, "You can read me so well. I don't have to utter a single word and you know what I want. You know it all. You are so devoted that I feel blessed. You never leave my side come hell or high water. You give courage, you give hope, you make living possible. With you around I am so carefree. You are always watching my back. I can be myself and I am who I am, because of you."
Drake covered her mouth with his fingers, "Enough! Do you want me to drown in the sea of these praises?"
She shook her head and moved his hand away to speak, "No, I want you to shine like a star in the nightsky."
"A star? I am not beautiful like a star."
She got up to kiss his head. "Sadly, you don't even know."
"Know what?"
"That you are beautiful inside and outside. . Your chestnut hair that falls over your forehead." She ruffled his hair and he chuckled. "Your twinkling brown eyes, this smile of yours that only I get to see. When you say my name in your rough and heavy tenor, my legs go jelly."
"Riley." He called out her name to tease her.
"Oh, please don't start it again."
"Riley! Riley! Riley!" He repeated with a kiss each time.
She started laughing. He responded with a hearty laugh. He didn't realise his voice was loud enough to cross the barriers of the wooden doors.
There was a knock on the door. "Drake? Are you awake, Drake?" The sharp female voice from the other side of the door sounded concerned.
Drake lost his grin but Riley kept smiling. He got up to open the door. He didn't want his rendezvous with Riley to end. If only…
The moment he unlocked the door, Olivia rushed in.
"Good morning, Drake. How are you today? Did you sleep well?" She asked in a single breath, scanning the room.
"Yes, whatever." He muttered and walked in behind her. He looked at his bed and frowned. Riley was gone. Again. As always.
"Were you talking to someone?"
" None of your business!" He snarled at her and stomped out of the door. Riley was gone, so there was no point to stay there.
Olivia's shoulders slumped in defeat. She looked at the tiny study table in the corner of the room. The letter she left last night was still there. It was out of the envelope. That means he read it. Then why would he not respond well? She walked down to it with heavy steps. She picked it up to check if she had made a mistake. She started reading her handwritten ode.
'Dear Drake,
I love you. And I have some plans for tomorrow. I am going to treat you to some of your favourite foods. Nothing special. I just want to celebrate, us, although being with you every moment is a celebration. Because, you Drake Walker, you are the most wonderful person on this earth. You have been a loving son, a caring brother, the most loyal friend anyone could ask for.' Her eyes welled up. She tried to peer through her watery eyes.
'And if i start talking about us, the list will be never-ending.'
A stray streak of water spilled out of her eye to land on the letter and blotted the ink. She turned away with a sigh. Her head hung low. She crumpled the paper in her hand.
She looked up at the mantle. Photos of them together in happier times looked like they were mocking her. She picked up one she had clicked of him, standing alone in the lythikos snow with the eggnog she had made for him. He was beaming at the lens. He looked so happy. She wiped the wetness from her cheeks, reminiscing about that moment. She touched his lips in the photograph and moved her fingers over his brown eyes. "I did as I was told. I poured out my heart to you Drake Walker in a hope that you will remember what we had. But you are still dreaming of a woman who doesn't exist. I wonder how long I will have to fight this lonely battle to get you out of your hallucinations.This struggle seems like never-ending. I miss you Drake. I miss you!"
She cradled the photo frame in her bosom and let the welled up emotions loose till she could do it no more. She won't give up though. She had decided she wouldn't. With a fresh resolution in her mind,she got up to go after him.
"Drake? Drake!..."
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alj4890 · 11 months
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Silence
(Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis) in a Choices The Royal Romance drabble
Thirty Days of Thirty Kisses Challenge with the prompt: kissing your enemy while holding them at knife point
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Thanks so much @twinkleallnight for the suggestion of this couple with this particular prompt. 😂 My Pinterest recommendations now are filled with different disguised knives after my search for the perfect one for Olivia to use 🤣
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The palace was silent, save for the faint chime of a nearby clock alerting the lone, female figure prowling the royal library. The number of chimes let her know it was three in the morning. She paused in her search through file cabinets just long enough to make certain no footsteps were coming her way.
Olivia grimaced at yet another dead end. There had to be something about her parents amongst the historical documents. The anonymous letter she'd received at Liam's coronation had to be false. It simply wasn't feasible that her parents would turn traitor and take a chance on losing everything they had.
Surely they wouldn't have risked leaving her alone.
Olivia readjusted her pen light as she flipped through another file folder. Frustrated tears began to sting her eyes as she caught her parents' names as being in attendance for the mundane things at Court such as balls and council meetings.
Nothing was here. Not one shred of information to either prove or disprove that horrid, threatening letter had been found after a week of searching.
She'd already combed her duchy for anything that her parents might have inadvertently left behind. Yet, nothing was there.
She knew she should check the family vault. Yet, she couldn't make herself do it. Something about that part of her home scared her. It wasn't her ancestors' violent history she feared. She was terrified of finding something about her parents that would ruin the few precious memories she had of them.
She detested she'd been thrust into this situation. She was the Duchess of Lythikos! No man or woman had ever been able to make her do anything. She was the one to make the rules. Make the decisions. Make her own way.
Not some coward hiding behind an anonymous letter!
As she closed another dead end of a file folder, she heard a slight shuffle coming her way.
She cursed herself for not having a knife in her pocket. The few she had on her body were difficult to get to without alerting the person behind her.
Her lips curved as she thought of the one she always kept close at hand. It was a knife unlike any other she possessed. Disguised as a tube of lipstick, the blade was sharp enough to pierce the skin and do some wicked damage to whoever crossed her.
Pulling the black tube out, she whipped off the top and spun around in her chair. With a quick flick of her leg, she had the mystery person's legs swept out from under them.
A grunt echoed in the chambers as she pinned what was clearly a man to the floor.
Olivia pressed her knife against his jugular then flashed her pen light at his face.
Drake blinked, squinting up at her.
"Olivia?" He gasped once he could make out who it was. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She demanded in a harsh whisper.
"I couldn't sleep." He glared at her. "I came down here for something to read and saw your flashlight."
His eyes narrowed even more when he noticed she hadn't removed the knife from his neck. In fact, it felt like she was pressing it even harder against his skin.
"I thought you went back to Lythikos."
"I did." She hissed.
"You should have stayed there." He snapped, getting angrier by the moment. "Liam chose Madeleine. There's nothing for you here."
Olivia hid how much his words hurt. She hated that she wasn't Liam's choice, but there was little she could do about it now. She had to discover the truth about her parents before she contemplated marriage to anyone, much less Liam.
The soft thud of footsteps echoed outside of the library, drawing both their attention.
Drake knew it had to be one of the guards doing his rounds. He wasn't certain what Olivia was up to in here, but he doubted Liam or anyone else for that matter would be pleased with it.
He sucked in a breath to yell out for help.
His eyes widened when Olivia slammed her mouth over his.
She'd dropped the flashlight so she could keep his wrists pinned above his head. Her other hand kept her lipstick knife steadily pressed to his tender vein as she forced Drake to remain silent with the pressure of her mouth.
What she hadn't anticipated though, was his response.
He stiffened underneath her. Then as if against his will and better judgement, his lips softened and opened beneath hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, startling her as it tentatively caressed hers.
Olivia closed her eyes as the kiss continued. She could feel her will falter for a couple of seconds with the stray thought of how good of a kisser Drake was.
That was all the time he needed to switch their positions.
He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her hands over her head.
Their breaths were loud in the darkness from more than struggling against one another for domination.
Olivia softly cursed when she felt his fingers tighten around her thin wrists.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"If you must know," she bit out, "I'm investigating my parents."
Of all the answers that was the one that left him speechless.
"You're what? Why?" He finally managed to say.
"It's none of your business." She spat.
"It's Liam's business." Drake spat back. "He's king now in case you forgot. This is his library and--"
Olivia lifted her hips in an attempt to escape, rendering him silent once more. He just barely managed to keep her pinned to the floor as she struggled to break his hold on her.
He was also struck speechless from the flash of desire her hips rising up to meet his flared within him.
Drake swallowed and tried once more to get some answers out of her.
"Liv," he said in an even tone.
Olivia stilled at hearing him use one of her childhood nicknames again after all these years.
"What happened?" He whispered.
"I..." She blinked at the stray tears that began to slip out. "I received a letter at the coronation ball."
The whole story eventually came out. She could have remained silent, her will was certainly strong enough to do so. But Olivia was tired of facing this alone. As much as she hated his guts, he was better than having no one to discuss this with.
She was exhausted from having to do everything on her own.
Drake listened quietly as she explained the proof she needed.
"Will you wait on telling Liam?" She asked. "Once I discover what really happened to them, I plan on explaining it to him."
"I'll wait." Drake promised. "You want me to help you go through the files?"
Olivia blinked in surprise. She would have bet a large fortune that of all the people in Cordonia, Drake Walker would be the last person to ever willingly volunteer to help her.
"Thank you," she couldn't believe she thanked him! "But I don't think the information I need is here."
Drake eased off of her then held his hand out to help her stand.
She eyed it warily before grasping it.
Once they were upright, they avoided making eye contact.
"I'm," Olivia cleared her throat, "I'm going to return home."
"Okay." Drake rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen, if um..."
Olivia waited on him to finish his sentence.
"If you need some help with this," he continued, "I'll do what I can."
"You will?" She asked in complete surprise.
"I just said I would, didn't I?" He grumbled.
"Then I'll let you know if I do." She mumbled, gathering her things.
"Okay." Drake coughed. "I'll uh, I'll see you later, Liv."
Her eyebrows drew together over him using her nickname again.
"See you later, Drake."
He nodded then quickly made his escape out of the library.
Once he was back in his bedroom, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby mirror as he poured a second glass.
His eyes widened first on the trickle of blood on his neck from where her knife cut him. They then focused upon his lips coated in her red lipstick.
He quickly downed his second glass before wiping away the evidence of how she so effectively silenced him.
Drake was not about to try and figure out what happened in that moment when he felt her lips on his.
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andthatisnotfake · 1 month
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Home
The heavy snowflakes rushing past Olivia's bedroom window weren't unusual. In fact, she'd always associated snow with home.
The bedroom around her was also the same she'd been occupying for over a decade. The man asleep in her bed, however…
Well, he wasn't exactly new to her life, though his role he now had was. Somehow, he’d carved a space for himself in her heart before she'd even realized he'd done so. He'd shown her that love was still possible and it was much more powerful than she had imagined.
And now Drake Walker was her new definition of home.
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dcbbw · 2 years
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A Trio of Tales
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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.
All characters belong to Pixelberry
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.
Ever since the rumors of their treason were proven true.
My aunt’s steps slow as she fishes in her pockets for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She inhales greedily once the cigarette is lit. The glowing orange tip is a contrast to the gray gloom.
“One of life’s small pleasures,” she says by way of explanation, although I asked for none.
Her eyes are drawn to my stomach. “You’re with child,” she observes.
I nod briefly. “I’ve started a family, yes.”
“I recall hearing something about a wedding. What happened to the American?”
“She left.” My response is curt.
“Obviously. It’s for the best. That woman was not nobility material and Liam is a fool to ever think she was.”
I don’t respond; I’m too busy remembering the sheer heartbreak in Riley’s eyes when she realized that my love was indeed reciprocated as evidenced by the ring on my left hand. We would have come to blows had Liam not stepped between us.
“Why are you here?” I ask as black wrought iron gates rise before us. The spikes atop the glossy black rails seem to touch the gray clouds above.
My heels step carefully over the uneven terrain; exposed tree roots, thick and gnarled, are everywhere. I had promised my husband I wouldn’t venture too far out in his absence, and to never go anywhere alone.
Our baby is due in eight weeks.
“Where’s your husband?” she counters.
“America. He has business in New York City.”
My aunt raises an eyebrow in doubt. I ignore it, but her suspicions are mine as well: New York City is where he met Riley, and where she most likely returned upon leaving Cordonia.
We always go home.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I remind my aunt.
“To teach you your history,” she replies cryptically as we walk through the gates.
I stop just inside the gates to rub my aching lower back; my child kicks against my stomach, and I smile softly. I then pray she doesn’t decide to lay on my bladder. My eyes slide to Lucretia, who is watching me with an inscrutable expression on her face.
“There is no need to teach me anything. I am the daughter of traitors, and my ex-husband, whom I knew nothing about, is an attempted murderer,” I spit out. “Your history lesson is too little, too late.”
My aunt’s hand reaches out and I feel cold, bony fingers wrap around my wrist. A flash of fear jolts through my body, but I don’t pull away. Our eyes meet, and there is something … softness …regret, perhaps in hers.
“I didn’t warn you, but I can help save your child. Come with me,” she orders as she pulls me away from the graves, and towards a dense copse of trees.
I don’t know why I don’t pull away, and head back to the keep. My companion is a conniving manipulator, a traitor to her country, and an accomplice to attempted murder.
But she’s my blood relative. The last set of answers to so many questions.
My free hand digs in my hair for the dagger hidden there before splaying across my stomach as I follow Aunt Lucretia into the woods.
Liam
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.”
A scowl mars her delicate features. “No need to sound so enthused, Your Majesty,” she remarks sarcastically.
Inwardly, I heave a sigh. Our next-to-last meeting had been heated, to say the least. The morning following that argument, she came to me to tell me she was leaving Court. The vicious gossip, the name-calling, the scornful judgement of not only Court, but the entire world … it was already too much to handle, and it had barely begun.
I begged her not to leave, citing Cordonia needed her.
It was of no use.
“I see we’re picking up where we left off, I remark dryly.
I see her struggle to compose herself. “What in the world are you doing in Paris, Liam?”
Remembering.
I move forward to draw the Countess into an embrace. She still smells of gardenias and powder. “I’m here with Lady Kiara before we go to Manhattan for the UN Gala.”
I pull away to take in Madeleine’s appearance. She looks good: Her hair is shorter and frames her face in golden waves. She’s put on some weight; not much, but she’s now more buxom than svelte. She’s no longer wearing her signature red lipstick; instead, her lips are painted a pale coral.
She shifts uncomfortably under my appraising glance. “I know I’ve put on some pounds,” she mumbles defensively.
I shake my head. “You look fantastic!”
It’s not merely an empty compliment. I mean it.
“Why are you here?” I ask as she falls into step with me.
I’m going to the Love Lock Bridge, to find the only tangible symbol of a love shared.
My memories of Paris are filled with her.
“Enjoying my sabbatical from Court by spending some time attending the Dior fashion show.”
I turn my head to take in her profile. “The time away has served you well.”
Her expression turns pensive as her Christian Louboutins click against the cobblestoned street. “I see why Leo abdicated. It gets … intense. It’s easy to lose both yourself and your way.”
“You grew up in a rigid household where your parents tried to reverse their failures in life through you. That could not have been helpful.”
“Yes, well being dumped the final night of the Engagement Tour didn’t help matters either.”
She does not look at me accusingly; there is no bitterness in her voice, but I wince at her words. “I love her, Madeleine,” I say quietly.
Now the slightest flicker of hurt washes over her face.
We are stopped at a red light; aromatic scents of coffee and savory meats drift in the air from a nearby café. I did not have breakfast, and my stomach rumbles. I suggest we partake of a light meal; it would give us an opportunity to finally clear the air between us.
After a few moments’ thought, she nods in agreement, and we literally follow our noses to the quaint eatery. Once we’re seated, she glances at her wristwatch before studying the culinary options.
“I have an appointment later,” she offers.
I nod in understanding and begin speaking. “I know I hurt you, and I’m truly sorry my actions caused you pain.”
“You embarrassed me in front of the entire world,” she accuses, keeping her eyes hidden behind the menu.
“We had an agreement, Madeleine. An agreement you presented to me.”
“An arrangement that I would be Queen, NOT publicly dumped and humiliated for a second time!” she seethes.
“You knew I was in love with Riley! You knew that!”
“And you would have had her in all the ways that mattered! Instead, you went back on your word to a faithful member of Court.”
I don’t think I like the emphasis she puts on the word ‘faithful.’
A waitress comes to take our order. We request sandwiches, salads, scotch. This conversation requires something far stronger than coffee.
“You didn’t love me, you merely wanted to be Queen,” I reply carefully.
“BECAUSE IT WAS PROMISED TO ME!” she thunders; the few patrons look at us curiously. I give them an apologetic smile before facing the Countess again.
“It was an arrangement between the Crown and your House, put in place for you and Leo,” I point out.
“One that you agreed to honor once you turned your back on Riley!” she counters acidly.
My jaw tenses at the mention of my biggest mistake, my one regret. My head drops and I train my gaze on the white linen tablecloth.
“I hurt her as well, Countess. Once the wrong against her had been righted, I had to take the chance in hopes her feelings hadn’t changed.”
Madeleine exhales a heavy breath. “We weren’t raised on love, we weren’t taught to love. It’s always been duty, duty, duty. I upheld my end of the bargain twice, and Cordonia repaid me with ashes. ASHES! The promises of the Crown were mere dust between my fingers. And after all that, you still expect me to fulfill a duty to Cordonia.”
“The country needs you. Your leadership, your expertise.”
“Just not as Queen,” she rebukes stubbornly.
“Madeleine-,” I begin.
She waves her hand dismissively. “Sorry for trading in my patriotism for self-care.” Her chin quivers slightly as she reaches for her glass of water. “I am finally doing what I want, discovering who I am.”
She sips, her green eyes holding mine. “I’m happy now. Away from Court and duties and expectations. Truthfully, I don’t know if I’ll return.”
I nod slowly. She’s correct: Cordonia has disappointed her twice; she’s labeled a crown chaser and bitter failure when it was the Crown who backed away from fulfilling its promise.
“How is Riley?” she asks just as our meal is served.
I sit quietly as plates are slid in front of us, realizing Madeleine doesn’t know. She didn’t return with us at the end of the Engagement Tour. She never returned at all.
The food looks appetizing, but I reach first for my drink.
“She left Cordonia shortly after her name was cleared.”
I have the Countess’ full attention; her facial expression is neutral, but there is a craftiness in her eyes.
“I’m now engaged to Lady Kiara. The wedding is in a fortnight.”
Her body stiffens at hearing Cordonia’s final insult before downing her drink in one swallow.
Madeleine sets her glass harshly on the table before gathering her things. Her eyes are narrow slits shooting daggers at me. I watch her warily as she makes her way to my side. She bends her head, her lips next to my ear.
“Piss off, Liam. Piss all the way off!”
Drake
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 don’t utter the words aloud; rather I mumble them under my breath. Even through the sea of people impossibly crowding the Manhattan sidewalk, she stands out.
She always did.
Her hair is still flaxen blonde, but it’s longer; her skin is tanned, but not as deeply as it was in Cordonia. Her eyes are hidden beneath stylish sunglasses, and her long, long legs are encased in wheat-colored leggings. She navigates the throng swiftly, easily as she comes towards me.
I step back into a shop’s doorway, my eyes fixed on her figure. When she reaches me, it’s still second nature to wrap my arms around her. I deeply inhale her scent: ocean, sand, blue sky. When we pull apart, I see the bright smile on her lips, but her eyes are still covered.
“Brooks!” I exclaim. “How are you? What are you doing here?”
“I need to be asking you that question! You found me here, remember?”
“I found you in Brooklyn, not on Sixth Avenue,” I correct.
“Six in one hand, a half-dozen in the other,” she dismisses as she averts her gaze.
“Let me guess, UN visit?”
I nod. “Yeah. Usually Liv comes with Court, but this year they’re stuck with me.”
“Is … Liam here?” The hesitation before saying the King of Cordonia’s name is slight, but I notice it.
I shake my head. “Not yet. He and Kiara will arrive tomorrow. I flew out a couple of days early to get the lay of the land.”
She looks puzzled at hearing the mention of Kiara but shakes her head slightly before blessing me with another smile. “We need to catch up! Have time to grab a quick lunch with me?”
Everything within me is screaming, NO.
 “I’d love to,” is what I say.
She grabs me by the hand, and we stroll to the corner where we make a right and walk the longest city block ever before ducking into Retro Diner. It’s a galley-style eatery, complete with red-topped stools in front of a counter. The kitchen is actually grilling stations which line the length of the restaurant.
Despite it being lunch time, the place is fairly empty; the waitress leads us to a booth at the rear of the restaurant. Riley scoots into her seat, shrugging her purse off her shoulder as she does so. She removes her sunglasses and I’m lost in her aquamarine eyes.
“You’ll love this place! They have s’mores pancakes and the best steak,” she says as her eyes pore over the menu.
I arch an eyebrow in surprise. “S’mores pancakes?”
Her eyes briefly meet mine. “I still remember, Drake.”
I say nothing. I remember too.
“How’s life been treating you?” she asks nonchalantly.
“Things are great! Liv and I are expecting our first child in a couple of months.”
She closes her eyes briefly at the mention of my wife; her lips are pursed in pain or anger, I don’t know which one.
I reach for one of her hands. “Brooks …,”
She snatches it away. “You made your choice. In fact, you made a choice for both of us. We’re both living with it.”
“I loved you, Brooks. I wanted you. But you were still running around with Liam after hours.”
The waitress comes; Riley orders for us, and apparently the rest of the establishment.
“Don’t judge me,” she admonishes. “And for the record, YOU were the one who kept pushing me towards Liam. Even after … everything.”
“I really didn’t think I had a chance with you, Brooks. Even after … everything.”
“But OLIVIA made you feel what I felt for you? Not buying it! Mr. I-Hate-Nobility ups and marries the WORST of the lot!”
I let out a deep breath. “Liv is a lot like me; always has been ever since we were kids. She’s built walls around her for protection: Her parents were traitors to the Crown, she was basically abandoned by her only blood relative, and taken to the Palace where the man who her parents wanted to kill was expected to raise and care for her.”
“Spare me the poor little rich girl story,” Brooks mutters.
“It isn’t a story! It’s her truth.  It wasn’t so bad in the beginning; she was young, and Eleanor was alive. But Constantine kept her under surveillance, convinced Liv was going to finish what Lionel and Camilla started. When Eleanor was poisoned, Connie had Liv sent back to Lythikos, certain the Nevrakis Snake, as he called her, was behind it.
“Me, her, and Liam hung out a lot as kids. Hell, we all lived together, right? She saw Li as a savior of sorts; I was just the unwanted kid. Just like her. We were obligations to show that the Crown held pity and sympathy for the less fortunate. She loved Liam, but she … understood me. We were from the same bolt of cloth, so to speak.”
“She talked to you like you were shit and treated you worse! She treated everyone as lesser than!”
I shrug my shoulders. “It didn’t bother me because I saw through her act. Overcome your insecurities by making everyone else feel even more insecure.”
I pause as food arrives; she’s ordered me something called Poppa Pig: country ham in gravy, steak, eggs, grits, and s’mores pancakes. She has bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. We both have orange juice.
It all looks delicious and smells incredible.
“Remember how I treated you when we first met?” I ask as I tuck into my meal.
“You were an ass, but only because you liked me,” she replies as she piles bacon, eggs, and potatoes between two slices of toast.
“And Olivia was the same with me. She knew nothing would or could ever come about with Liam, but me? The possibilities were definitely there but she hid behind sarcasm and insults until she knew it was safe to share her heart with me.”
She sets her sandwich down to give me a slow clap. “I applaud your defense of that shrew you call a wife.”
“I love her, Brooks. And she loves me. We’re happy. We just have weird ways of showing it.”
She chews slowly, thoughtfully. “You couldn’t tell me. Sitting there … making eye contact with me, chasing me down for hidden dinners and sweaty sex. Telling me how you feel about ME, and then she shows up one day, married to you!”
I swallow some orange juice, my eyes studying her over the lip of the glass. “I told you how I felt about you, and you said you couldn’t choose between me and Liam. I may be commoner, but I deserve more than to be the dirty secret part of a package deal. A woman who loves a man, chooses that man. Olivia chose me. No one else, no excuses. Me.”
Her eyes tear away from mine to stare at the tabletop. “I made my choice in New York. I told Liam.”
The knock on the New York City hotel room door caused Riley Brooks to utter an expletive. It had been a long day, and even longer night. But her name was cleared; she was no longer the Slutty Suitor. Tariq had come through for her, for himself. Riley wasn’t sure how she felt about Justin’s stunt with leaking the footage during the wedding shower, but that was a problem for another day.
She hurried through the large common area, yelling, “I’m coming!”
She pulled the door open, her eyes widening in surprise and confusion. “King Liam!”
Liam’s smile was uncertain as he faced the woman he loved. “No need to be so formal, Lady Riley.”
“You drop the Lady, I’ll drop the King,” she joked as she stepped aside so Liam could enter.
Liam strode directly to the bar cart. “I’ve just left the Countess. It did not go well.”
Riley curled up in a corner of the sofa. “She was used as much as I was,” she said softly.
The King looked over his shoulder. “Yes, she was,” he acknowledged sadly. “Would you care for a beverage?”
“Wine, please.”
He brought her the requested drink and sat next to her on the couch. “I have business to tend to in the morning but would be greatly honored if you would join me tomorrow evening. If you’re free.”
Riley licked her lips, tasting the remnants of wine on them before shaking her head regretfully. “I don’t think so. Liam, I’ve decided to pursue a relationship with Drake.”
She reached for his hand, but he had his palms covering his face. He exhaled a few shaky breaths as his shoulders shook ever so slightly.
“Liam … I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear!” Riley choked out over the lump in her throat.
The King fished a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, patting it over his face. His eyes, though red-rimmed, held no malice when he met her stare. “I’ll be fine, Lady Riley. Your news … took me by surprise.”
She nodded her head understandingly. “I’m sorry. So sorry. But I’m not cut out to be a Queen. Not one person in that ballroom tonight even thought to apologize to me until you told them to. I can’t deal with citizens, press … I just can’t.”
“No need for apologies. You’re following your heart and intuition.” He looked at the American thoughtfully as the silence between them grew. “Would you consider becoming a Duchess?”
Riley shook her head vehemently. “Nobility? You do realize I said Drake’s name, right?”
The pair chuckled though tears stung their eyes.
“Excellent point,” Liam conceded. “Will you at least accompany me to the press release I’ll be giving once we return to Cordonia?”
Riley nodded. “Of course. And then I’ll tell Drake the good news.”
My forkful of pancakes clatters to the plate. “You … you … you chose me? And told LIAM?” I sputter angrily.
“He waited for my decision. He realized that my feelings were conflicted. YOU? You automatically assumed I was just being a crown chaser flinging it up with the commoner,” she answers coolly.
I stare at her, my appetite rapidly diminishing. She takes a huge bite of her breakfast sandwich.
“I was in love with you. And you betrayed me. I was ready to fight Olivia for you. Liam stopped the … situation before it escalated.”
I feel as if I have been sucker-punched. “He never said a word,” I croak out.
“It wasn’t his place to tell you. It was mine, but apparently I was in a race to the altar and lost.” She reaches for a napkin. “How’s he doing?”
“He and Kiara are getting married in two weeks.” My voice sounds distant, as it should. I’m lost in memories again.
Brooks nods thoughtfully. “It won’t be love, but sometimes that can be for the best.”
Her cellphone chirps from inside her purse. She grabs it and answers the call. A smile breaks across her face, a genuine one. She murmurs into the phone, and I see the glint of diamond on her left ring finger. She hangs up, and signals for the waitress.
“Your husband?” I ask, feeling a pang of jealousy.
“Fiancé,” she corrects. “His name is Parker Shaw, and he’s a detective with the NYPD. He moved here last year from Pine Springs, Oregon and has an unhealthy fear of deep bodies of water. We literally bumped into each other on the subway, and been together ever since.”
I realize this is all I know of her new life. “What do you do for a living?”
She laughs. “Not waitressing! I own an event planning company. I’m one of three firms hired for the UN Annual General Summit.”
I stare at her as the words sink in. She’ll be at the Gala.
With her fiancé.
I’ll be at the Gala.
With a pregnant wife at home.
The waitress appears and Riley asks for two buffalo chicken sandwiches with kettle chips to go. I assume at least one is for Parker.  “Well, I guess this won’t be the only time I see you this trip, huh?”
She shakes her head, her smile fading from her face. Her eyes fill with an entreaty as her lower lip quivers. 
“Drake-,”
“I still love you, Brooks. I never stopped.”
She nods her head briefly, a relief washing over her features. She rises from her bench, reaching over to get her purse. She fishes her sunglasses out and slides them over the bridge of her nose. I rise as well, but she motions me to sit down. “My treat,” she says.
I watch as she walks to the counter for her sandwiches and to pay the bill. I want to watch her walk out the door and let my eyes follow her until I can’t see her anymore, but my phone buzzes. I unlock the screen and pull up the text message.
My eyes feel as if they are bulging out of my head and ice settles in my stomach as I read.
Liv.
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To the ever lovely @twinkleallnight :
We've only interacted, like, a few times with each other but from these interactions I can see that you're a very sweet, kind and lovely person ❤️💝
You were my match for the @choicesfandomappreciation 's Valentine's Day Secret Admirer Event! I know that you like Dralivia a lot so I made some edits of these two!!
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A late post for Writers appreciation Day.
@dcbbw you make royals look normal... The DC AU is one of my favourites. I can't stop there though, there is Liara, Riam, Driam, there are so many AU you have written that I love to read, i sort of lost the count. And then you are capable of doing just the opposite when you make us commoners turn into royals with your magic wand ( your Remix series). You are one mature person who the fandom will always look up to.
@alj4890 My fav Dralivia person. It doesn't end there though. "While we are young" brings another level of creativity like we have season 2 of TRR. The way you have made me fall for Emerick and Juliette! There is always so much fluff in your writings i feel a sugar burst after reading them. Keep going. 💖
@phoenixrising0308 your one scene where Jessica was mishandled by one of the guards in the end of TRR1 carved a deep niche in my fluff loving mind. I hate that moment so much for what it did to Jessica yet I love how you have shown the face of the brutal real world to the readers. You are angst machine. Never stop resurrecting phoenix. ❤️‍🔥
@angelasscribbles rare to find someone writing Leo seriously. Your mind is a mine of fics, neverending with so much to give us. Always.
@flowerpowell my go to person for Drake fics. When i read your fics, it feels like I am in a movie theatre. Just need some popcorns, sir back n enjoy the show, the firecrackers, the oceans of angst added before we reach the paradise. Keep writing!❣️
@ao719 the angst queen as they call you.i haven't enjoyed any crossover as much (i hardly played any more books on choices after trh). But Vancross is mind blowing. It takes herculean efforts to bring all the PB royals and VIPs under one roof. You are doing it and we are reaping the fruits. ❤️
@sfb123 for the uncle Drake series. I miss them!
@choiceskatie Gone girl was one of my first fics that I read on Tumblr. You are the reason I started loving Leo. I wish someday you comeback and complete that fic.
@princess-geek my friend from the another fandom (desires and decorum) i love you not just as an author but the loving and caring human being that you are! I love how you make me keep going through thick and thin. Sending loads of love to our Lady Fordale. 💞
@lizzybeth1986 you can't be just into a writer's list.. but just for today I want to take chance to appreciate that part of your personality too. I look at you as someone more than a writer and i call you a critic. You have the flair of dissecting those characters in you gripping essays. They are sometimes more than an essay to me.. they are research work of a literature master. Thank for being there!💓
One person I miss the most is Pam of @speedyrascaloperaparty who left the fandom this year. My favourite author, i wish you happiness and success wherever you are.
@dcbbw, @alj4890, @phoenixrising0308, @angelasscribbles, @flowerpowell, @ao719, @sfb123, @choiceskatie, @princess-geek, @lizzybeth1986, @speedyrascaloperaparty
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angelasscribbles · 2 years
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For drabble me this:
Dralivia.. who tries to break them and how to they keep going?
I'm really excited about doing this series. Just want to clarify a couple of things.
The rules for the drabbles are that Riley is my main character but you get to pick who she's paired with, And you give me the scenario that you think would break them up.
So you could put Riley with Drake or you could put Riley with Olivia. Any love interest you want, but Riley has to be the main character. If you have a scenario in mind please submit another ask I would love to work on it!
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endless-vall · 3 years
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It meant everything - Drake x Olivia fanfic
Summary: It doesn’t mean anything. Until it does.
Author’s note: Another Drake x Olivia fanfic. From Olivia’s POV. A lot of time jumps. Pretty much sums up how I see them ending up together.
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“This doesn’t mean anything,” Olivia pulled herself out of Drake’s embrace, just long enough to spit out these words.
“I know.” He pulled her back in, his lips rough and voice hoarse and so demanding, but Olivia was just as eager so she let him take this one,
and they continued right where they left of. Striping each other of their clothes in a secret passage of the palace, where no one could ever interrupt them.
He pulled her back in with a passionate kiss, almost brutal, but it was just what Olivia needed right now.
The hole in her heart bled, but at least she was able to put these thoughts aside while she was entangled in Drake’s arms and limbs and -- OH
Who knew that Walker could make her feel that good in the pit of her stomach and make those sounds get out of her mouth?
Amber and Liam had just announced their engagement.
Sure, they both knew it was coming. They were both living in some sort of a fantasy that one day they’ll wake up and realize that their heart laid someplace else. She wanted Liam to love her, and Drake wanted Amber.
But life wasn’t always as easy and fun, and sometimes your heart broke into millions of pieces.
And suddenly you find yourself finding comfort in the arms of the last person you could’ve imagined. And this is how their story began.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” This time, she barged into Drake’s room. He was laying on his bed and reading something on his phone, not expecting anything or anyone.
Drake understood immdiately, and put his phone away.
Olivia was half naked by the time she reached his bed, and Drake was already basically in underwear.
He caught her in his arms as soon as she was close enough, and threw her onto the bed with some mix of hunger and need in his eyes.
It made Olivia’s stomach twist with excitment, and she bit down on her lip.
He quickly found himself between her legs, and Olivia’s arms gripped at his sheets.
“Dammit Walker, faster!” She ordered. “AHhh-”
They were standing in opposite sides of the ballroom. In the middle of the Unity tour.
But their eyes crossed and suddenly they knew. Without saying a single word.
They met at the exit of the ballroom, behind closed doors.
“This doesn’t--” She started saying, but got cut off by Drake. “Mean anything. I know, let’s go.” He took her arm in his and lead the way.
Olivia’s breathe caught in her throat at the way he lead her by her arm away, but other than a soundless gasp, she didn’t let him know.
That night, she drifted off to sleep before she could sneak out of his room.
She woke up, the sunlight shining throught the window. “Is it morning... Already...?” She mumbled, forgetting where she was.
Her words stirred him awake, and he slowly opened his eyes and faced her.
They were both lost for words.
“I should- I should go.” Olivia threw her dress back on, not minding how she looked, she just wanted to get the hell out of there, as fast as possible.
Someone might’ve saw her, in her way back to her own room. But even if they did, they wouldn’t know where she was coming from.
Besides, Olivia had the tendancy to look great at all times.
Olivia was going throught a lot. Even after the hole in her heart started melding and it didn’t hurt as bad when she looked at Liam and Amber together, she was still facing the consequinces of her parents betrayel of the crown, and what it meant to her people nowdays.
Her aunt was back, it almost felt as if she came back from the dead. And Olivia, well... She didn’t trust her.
It was a shame, she couldn’t even trust her own blood.
She had no one to talk to about these... Kind of stuff.
So the next time...
She didn’t run that early in the morning.
Instead, she laid in bed until she was completely awake. The birds were chirping outside the window, and she had her back to Drake.
She could feel him behind her, just barely touching her.
She finally turned around, to meet his eyes just as awake as hers were.
“Were you watching me for a long time?” She asked, raising an eyebrow but you could make the hint of a smile on her lips.
“I was wondering when will you sprint out like last time.” He snarked at her.
“Do you want me to?” She asked, voice unwavering.
“It’s not what I said.” He protested.
But other than that, his face was mostly unreadable.
Some nights, especially before they find themselves hot and naked in each other’s arms, she’d see the real Drake. Vulnerable. 
But in the morning, he’d be the same old Drake she knew. Closed off and untalkative.
Did she really want to confide in him, of all people?
Or maybe it was that it was him, of all people, that made her trust no matter what she told him, it wouldn’t change his opinion of her.
Until that other night, she’d always leave before morning came. And that other night, was a slip-up. She felt so secure and warm in his embrace, she fell asleep before her judgment caught up to her. But today? It was a concious choice.
And the thing is... Olivia didn’t start to regret it.
Olivia rested her head on her arm, positioning herself over the pillow. She studied Drake for a long time. He didn’t say a word, either. It’s like he was studying her too.
“What is it?” He asked, eventually.
“You’re not that bad, Walker.” Olivia simply said. It was easier than what was going through her mind.
“Don’t get all mushy on me, Livie.” Drake amused himself with the nickname, a smile spreading over his feature.
“You did not just call me that.” And before he could see it coming, her pillow was already meeting with his face, and the sound of giggles rolled around the room.
They met for a late night drink. It was the day before Lykithos’ turn in the Unity tour.
“Whiskey?” She offered, although she didn’t know why she bothered. It was all he drank anyway.
“A woman after my own heart.” He let out before he could catch himself. They both froze for a second, before Drake bumped into her shoulder and made a joke out of it.
Olivia shook her head in disbelief, as if she was done with him, but a smile played on her lips.
She poured two glasses, before joining him on the couch in her guest room.
Tomorrow everyone will arrive. But today they had all the palace to themselves.
She even sent all the staff home.
“Did you send everyone away so no one will see us?” He asked after a couple of drinks.
“Yes... And no.” Olivia admitted.
Drake raised an eyebrow at her, distracting himself with his glass, but his gaze rested on Olivia questioningly.
“I did ask them to go so no one will spy on us... But no for the reason you’re thinking of.”
“For what reason, then?” He put his drink down, watching Olivia carefully.
It was clear to Olivia, by that point, she’d moved on from Liam. It didn’t hurt anymore when she thought about him. When she saw him with Amber. When she helped pick out stuff for the wedding.
But maybe, just maybe... Someone else started occuping the place in her heart.
It was too early to admit that, and it wasn’t the reason she asked him privately today.
“If I tell you something... Will you promise to keep it a secret. Even from Liam?”
Drake considered for a long second, but eventually he nodded. “You can tell me everything.”
“I... Think my parents had more involvment than just the coup. But I’m too afraid of what I might find out, if I go down that route.” 
She was right. His opinion of her didn’t change. And he didn’t judge her, either.
“When you’ll be ready, you’ll know. And we’ll all be there. But until then, I’ll be here.”
This night felt different.
They took their time.
taking off each garment of fabric of each other. Caressing and worshiping every new exposed skin. Kissing passionately but also tenderly. 
Biting and cursing but also hugging, and kissing everything away.
Sex with Drake was always great. But this was a whole new level.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. 
A heaviness in Olivia’s chest lifting, ever so slightly.
She woke up facing him. It was almost time to get up and get everything ready at the Duchy.
Soon the servents will arrive and not so long after the other guests.
Drake smiled at her, still half asleep. He moved his hand up to caress her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful...” He mumbled, eyes fighting to stay open.
Olivia hesitated, but she smiled and covered his hand with her own.
That night, she learned more about her parent. But more importantly, she learned it wasn’t over. Her aunt and Anton (”Justin”) had a bigger ploy at play.
She was betrothed? What? And to... That poor excuse to a human being?
Not that it meant anything to her. Not that it’d stop her.
But right now, she had bigger problems.
Annuling the marriage, and standing up with Cordonia.
She will not be going down her parent’s footsteps.
“Olivia, wait” Drake was running after her.
“I don’t have the time right now, Drake.”
He took her hand in his, and put it over his chest. “Let me help.”
It was both the motion of stopping her, but also sharing something deeper.
She sighed, eventually.
“Fine.”
It was the day of Liam and Amber’s wedding, and Anton has been defeated.
Assassins slayed, enemies defeated, and a happy celebration in front of them.
They both watched as Amber went down the aisle.
As Liam and Amber promised to love each other forever.
As they sealed it with a kiss.
“Great party, huh?” Drake stepped in Olivia’s way, two flutes of champange in his hands.
He offered her one.
“I’m impressed.” She took one in her hand.
“Exquisite. Slaying assassin is my second favorite activity. And throwing my aunt along with Anton behind bars has defenitely made my night.” 
They clincked their glasses and drank from them.
“So...” Drake lowered his glass.
“Did it mean anything...?” He finally dared to ask.
“With Anton?! Of course not--” “No.”
“Oh.”
Olivia stopped in her train of thought.
She considered for a moment, a smile spreading on her lips without even trying.
“It meant... Everything.”
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zigsexual · 4 years
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[maxwell/mc and dralivia college au accidental double date that i wrote out and then decided i’d prefer as a headcanon whoops sorry]
Drake sets the tray down on the table, sliding into the booth alongside Olivia. “This should be everyone’s. Took them long enough.”
“Hey, at least we got a booth,” Riley laughs, reaching for her milkshake. “Not bad for midnight on a Saturday.”
“Who got protein style?” Maxwell wrinkles his nose, holding up an offending hunk of lettuce. “Olivia, seriously?”
Olivia rolls her eyes, holding out her hand for her food. “Say that again in ten years when you’re fat with five kids and I’m a skinny divorcée.”
Riley makes a show of digging her fork into the animal fries and shoving the entire bite in her mouth. Maxwell leans his head towards her and smiles. “Girl after my own heart.”
for every🌹in my inbox i'll post one random sentence section of a wip
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boneandfur · 4 years
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Tumblr is being a little bitch and crashes every time I try to reblog.
Regarding "drake x olivia is nasty"
No "true" Drake stan would ship Dralivia, huh? Good thing I'm a Maxwell stan, then.
Here's a secret: Olivia might be too good for Drake, actually. (Ok now my Drake stan friends may actually murder me lol)
I like Drake x Olivia because of the whole enemies to lovers trope that @ritachacha mentioned.
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twinkleallnight · 10 months
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The First Kiss:
Book: TRR - My series Once upon a time AU
Pairings: Drake x Olivia
Word count:2340
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry. 
Rating: Teens
A/N 1: This one shot happens when the teenage prince and his friends are on a short holiday at Lythikos. 
A/N 2: Thanks @lizzybeth1986 for extending a helping hand as always. 
Prompt:  @springfeverpitch : first base fic for Dralivia ( swing, pillow, "can I kiss you?") 
Prompt 2 of @choicesflashfics in bold 
May fit in for National kissing day of @choicesjunechallenge @liaromancewriter  
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"I came first." 
"But I saw it first."
"I reached out for it first." 
"But I caught hold of it first." 
"I get to use it because I am a boy." 
"No, I get to use it because I am a Nevrakis."
The sentences were growing longer as was the argument. Savannah and Liam looked at each other, rolled their eyes, huffed a sigh in unison and sat down on a rock. This was not how they had planned their weekend at Lythikos but It was a routine for them to witness Drake and Olivia arguing over trivial issues. As kids, it would be cheese or jam on bread or the equal distribution of chocolates received from a generous visitor to the palace. Growing up, as teenagers it changed to, who gets the window seat on a drive or who gets which horse for a ride. At this moment, they were fighting for a piece of driftwood shaped like a sword that they found in the snow outside the Lythikan chateau. 
"You already have Zenobia!" Drake yelled. 
"Had! Max broke it." 
"Not my problem." Drake shrugged. 
Savannah snickered at the mention of Olivia's childhood toy sword. "Are they ever going to grow up?" 
Liam shook his head, "Someone needs to remind them that they are fifteen not five." 
"What if they never change?" 
"They will change when they realise their true feelings." He smiled. 
"You really think so?" 
Liam gave a wide grin. 
Savannah smiled back saying, "You know, you are…." 
" … a hopeless romantic." He completed her sentence. "I know."  
Thud! The sudden shift of sound cut their conversation short. 
Savannah panicked at the scene in front of her. "Oh, no,no,no. No!" 
Drake tried to snatch the wood from Olivia and one thing led to another. Soon, they were both wrestling.
Liam and Savannah jumped up. It was an unwritten agreement between the two that they wouldn't intervene unless the fight converted to physical form of infliction. And it was also pre-decided that Liam would manage Olivia while Savannah would catch and push Drake away. Olivia with all her Nevrakis might was impossible for Savannah to handle. Savannah found it easy with Drake. A simple tickling on his sides and his body would give way.
Savannah nodded, "Now!"  Liam leapt and  caught hold of Olivia by waist, pulling her away. As soon as Olivia's clutch loosened from Drake's neck, Savannah pushed Drake, butting her head into his muscular chest. Her fingers crawled upwards on his sides. 
Drake started squealing, "No, not again. Savvie! This is… aaaaa..unfair! Stop!" 
On the other end, Liam was trying to calm down a ferocious Olivia, but she was throwing her limbs in the air frantically. "Leave me!" 
Suddenly, a loud shriek made Olivia stop and turn. Savannah had fallen down and Drake had toppled over her. 
Liam released Olivia and they both rushed to her side. Drake untangled his leg and moved aside to find her yelping in pain. "I am sorry, Savvie, I didn't mean to. Here, let me.." He tried to lift her but her left leg seemed to be badly twisted. She screamed in pain. 
"What's wrong?" They all turned to look at Bastein who had rushed to them, after listening to the noise. 
"Bas,..." Savannah started crying, "I can't stand. I may not be able to walk." 
"Shhh! Let me have a look." He quickly hunched down and examined her leg. Savannah would not let him touch. She seemed to be in extreme pain. "Savannah dear, I think you have sprained your foot badly. Let me call for first aid. " 
Bastein made a few calls. In a matter of a few minutes, her leg was put in a temporary splint and a SUV was ready to take her to hospital. 
Drake tried to help Savannah but she raised her hand to stop him. "You have done enough damage," she wailed out. Liam took the hint and promptly came ahead to help. Drake quietly stepped aside feeling more guilt. 
Liam asked concerned, "Bas, can I go along with her to the hospital?" 
"If you insist." 
Liam's face lit up. " Yes, please." He swiftly climbed into the seat next to Savannah. He then gave a scornful look to his friends. "Try not to kill each other. Warriors of Lythikos." He taunted and moved his hand across Savannah's shoulder, protectively.  
Once the vehicle moved out of sight Olivia's  caretaker Ms Berkes, ushered her and Drake in for a warm drink. 
Drake sat slumped. 
"She didn't really mean it you know, right?" Olivia made a statement.
"Hmm. I am sorry." 
"What? What did you just say?" Olivia looked with her eyes wide as a pan.
Drake cleared his throat to repeat. "I said, " I am sorry." 
"Drake Walker is apologizing! I can't believe it!" She threw her hands up I the air. 
"Please. You have to let me make this right.” Had I not been stubborn, Savvie wouldn't have gotten hurt so badly." 
Olivia waved it off, "Stop blaming yourself for a little mishap. She should have been careful. She should have gauged whom she was tackling." Olivia got up to leave, "Anyways, it looks like it will snow soon. I am going to grab a book in the library." She announced and then mumbled on her way, " Lost that sword stick too! " She pouted her lips. Her hand started fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. 
Drake caught the way her hand grabbed the cloth, a sign that she was dejected over losing the sword. Now, he felt even worse. He couldn't make either of the ladies happy. Savannah was hurt badly and he couldn't be beside her for comfort. Thankfully, Liam was with her. Fine, so what if Savvie left, at least he could prove it to Olivia. She was still here. He looked out of the glass window. The storm hadn't set in yet. It looked like a faint drizzle. What if he quickly ran out and got that piece of wood for Olivia? 
He rushed out without giving it a second thought. A fresh layer of snow had covered the already white grounds. He scrambled through the rough terrain, ignoring his insufficient clothing for the harsh climate. He was unmindful of his bare hands without the gloves when he tried shifting snow to dig in a bit if it was where they left it. 
Finally he was successful. He started running back to the Chateau. The moment he entered, he heard Olivia calling out for him.
"Drake, Bastein called. There is a storm coming so they won't….." she stopped mid sentence when her eyes fell on Drake near the entrance. He was beaming as if he had won a trophy but what she saw was Drake in a disheveled state. 
"What on earth were you upto?" She said in a shocked tone.
"I found the sword. Here." He presented the piece of wood with a puffed up chest. He was sure she would be excited to see it. "For you." 
"Are you out of your mind?" She lashed out instead. He was confused. Did he do something wrong now? 
"It's snowing out there. The storm is setting in and you went out like this?" She pointed out his attire. "Where is your sweater? And where are the gloves?" 
All at once, realization hit him. The adrenaline rush had kept him going. He felt the shiver creeping up his body now. He was cold and numb. 
"Ms Berkes!" Olivia shouted. She closed the distance between them and held Drake who was now turning pale. Without waiting for her caretaker, she started dusting away the remnants of snow from his body. She pulled out the coat from the hanger stand  at the corner of the entrance and covered Drake's visibly shivering body. 
"Come here." She made him sit on the couch and started rubbing his hands. Ms Berkes came in the meantime and without any questions helped Drake. 
He kept looking between the two of them, dumbfounded. Whenever he tried to open his mouth to speak, Olivia would shut him. "Keep quiet. You need to conserve whatever energy is left in that weak body of yours." 
He decided to keep his mouth zipped if he had to survive under the Lythikan roof and that too in Olivia's presence. 
 Ms Berkes served him hot soup that made him comfortable. Soon he was fast asleep on the couch. Olivia arranged a pillow to tuck under Drake's head. She sat down with her cell phone, checking the weather updates. She couldn't complete her sentence earlier to tell Drake that Liam and Savannah won't be returning due to an alert from the Met department.  Ms Berkes took the excuse to place a call to the palace and update Bastein. 
Olivia took the cue and dialed Liam's number. 
"Good evening." 
"Good evening." 
"How's Savannah?" 
"She is good. Resting in the west wing under Bastein's watch. How are you?" 
"Good." She let out a sigh.
Liam chuckled. "Is Drake troubling you again?"
"Don't ask." 
"That bad, huh?" Liam snickered.
Olivia looked at Drake's sleeping form. He looked peaceful. "He went out just before the storm." She rolled her eyes. "Without a sweater!" She added. 
"What? How is he?" 
"Ms Berkes helped him warm up. He is alive." She wanted to kick him for causing all the trouble. 
"But why did he go out? It's unlike him to act so stupid." Liam questioned. 
"To get that wooden sword." 
"Seriously? That's crazy. He is still fighting over that piece when his sister.." 
Olivia interrupted, "for me." She said in a barely audible voice. 
"For?" Liam asked. Did he hear it right? 
She winced at the thought and the reaction Liam may give. "You heard it." She won't repeat it. 
A hearty laugh boomed through the earpiece of her phone. Olivia closed her eyes and covered them. She could dig in a hole in the earth just to hide herself, right now. This was so embarrassing. 
"I told you." He laughed again. " I always told you." 
"Whatever." She tried to take it casual. 
"No, you can't deny it. The guy is serious. He really likes you. All the fights and arguments he has with you, they are all just a facade to hide his feelings. Poor Drake." 
"Poor?" Olivia almost jumped. "I had to spend an hour to warm him up." 
"Oh really, and may I know how you did that?" Liam teased. 
"The medical first aid that all Lythikans learn as a baby." Olivia was not going to have a foot in mouth moment. She was not going to let him know that in the spur of the moment, she had hugged him to exchange her body heat to warm him up. That she had cuddled up till she was sure that he was fine. She shifted the focus. " I am tired after all the hard work. You take care. We will travel back to the palace tomorrow morning after weather clears." 
"Sure, you take care of yourself. Don't pick up fights with Drake. Trust me, he really likes you." 
"Good night, Li." She stressed on ending the conversation.  
"Good night Liv." She could hear the thrill in his voice.
She tapped on the red icon and callously slid the phone on the couch. Her gaze shifted to Drake. She got up from her place and scooted down near him. Drake. As she knew him. Or did she know him? The chubby face had changed so much in the past few years. But their fights had not. The cute little voice with which he adoringly called her 'Livy' had turned husky with a depth to it. But the affection in that voice had not changed. The boy had grown up into a lad who could manage many things. But not his silky hair. A smile danced on her lips. Her hand unknowingly went up to the few stray strands that had fallen over his eyes. Her fingers gently moved the chestnut hair aside and traveled over the contours of his chiseled face to stop near his lips. Her lips curled looking at his slightly open mouth. She lowered herself dangerously close to him, breathing the same air. Her lips had just brushed over his parted lips when….
"Olivia?" She heard Ms Berkes' soft whisper. 
She acted to be tucking the blanket around Drake and stood straight. 
"I think he is fine now. I will catch up some sleep. Good night, Ms Berkes." Olivia scurried away from the scene. 
She spent a sleepless night, tossing in the bed. Outside the skies were dealing with a storm and inside, Olivia was fighting her own inner storm. 
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Next morning. ...
The sky was clear and the wind pleasant  as was Olivia's mood. She had a skip in her step when she went out in the gardens. There was sometime before they got clearance for traveling to the palace. She sat on a swing but didn't swing. Only her thoughts were swinging and singing to her. 
She was so engrossed that she didn't notice Drake walking down and sitting on the neighboring swing.
"Good morning, Livy. " 
She was startled but quicly composed herself. "Good morning." 
She said curtly and turned her head in opposite direction. He was back to normal. There were no signs of any effect of storm on him. And there was no sign of any effect of last night's rendezvous.  She wasn't sure about the later. She just hoped there was none. 
He tried to initiate the conversation, "Thank you." 
"Thank you for what? Letting you survive another day." She smirked.
Drake gave a genuine smile, "For all you did yesterday for me." 
"You don't need to mention." Olivia looked away hiding the blush creeping on her neck. 
"I want to say one more thing." 
"What is it? " Her heart raced as she glanced at him.
"You left something with me last night. I wanted to give it back to you." 
She gave him a puzzled look.
"Can I kiss you?" 
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Alone
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(Drake x Olivia) in a Choices The Royal Romance/Heir fan fic.
A/N No reason other than I needed a little Dralivia. And I think it isn't a secret from previous fics how I feel about Drake's mom (in case you don't know, I can't stand her, LOL). Thus, for some reason, listening to the song while working on a fic for another Choices OTP couple of mine, this angsty idea somehow came about.
Rating: G
Song Inspiration: Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga
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The sun shouldn't be shining so brightly. Birds shouldn't be chirping their sweet songs. The cool breeze shouldn't be gentle and soothing. This wasn't at all how the world should look today.
Rain should be falling steadily. Perhaps a faint roll of thunder should rumble off in the distance. The wind should be icy, chilling one to the bone. The sky should be a slate gray color giving no hope for sunlight filtering through.
Funerals were meant for that type of atmosphere.
Drake swallowed against the lump of emotion in his throat. He tugged at the knot in his carefully contructed tie, causing it to become lopsided. He ran a hand through his hair. He next slipped on a pair of sunglasses when he noticed some people watching him.
He didn't need this audience. Over half of these people wouldn't have come to his mother's funeral if Liam hadn't made him a Guardian of the Realm. Nobody would have cared that the Walker siblings had lost their only remaining parent if he had not helped save Liam and Riley as often as he had.
Well, perhaps a few would have come. He could always depend on Liam to be there for him. Somehow he had become close to Maxwell, Riley, and Hana along the way. They were just as loyal as one could wish. Even if Bertrand was not married to Savannah, Drake suspected he would still have come to pay his respects.
But none of the others would have cared enough about him to come. No one would have flown all the way out here in to an insignificant Texas town for him.
Well, maybe one other might have.
As the pastor continued his sermon, Drake took advantage of his sunglasses to secretly search for Olivia in the crowd. It didn't take long to find her. Her rich red hair with sunlight shining upon it shone easily against the black clothed individuals.
He was surprised to see her head bowed. Her lips were not hardened in their typical manner. Her hands were loosely clasped in front of her black clad body. A few stray strands of her hair gently got caught in the occasional breeze.
He tried to swallow once more when his sister's muffled sob broke through his study of the duchess. He glanced to his right to see Bertrand wrap his arms around her, whispering against her hair.
Drake only caught a part of what he said.
"I'm right here."
That softly said phrase cut Drake to the quick.
He'd never felt so alone before. He'd experienced lonliness throughout his life, but he never realized how alone he was without a significant other. Liam often told him how much he needed and depended on Riley. Drake had witnessed first hand the changes in Bertrand and Savannah once they married.
But Drake didn't have that.
And now, he must say goodbye to the one parent who had caused nothing but conflicted feelings deep within his heart.
Drake didn't know what to do. Should he be angry and harden his heart against this woman who had abandoned him and his little sister all those years ago? Or should he only focus on the last couple of years and her attempts to makeup for her mistakes?
How uncertain could a man be?
Memories flickered through his mind of his mom when he was little. The gruff manner she would pull him in for a quick hug. The feel of her ruffling his hair. The way she would tuck him into bed at night.
Then thoughts of near silence. Wasn't that what she gave him for years until Liam got married? Actually, would she have shown her face at all if Liam hadn't made certain to invite her to his wedding? Would she have shown up if she hadn't known Savannah had given birth to her first grandchild?
Did she even want to see me? Or was her return to Cordonia for other reasons?
He blinked when people began to step forward to lay a final flower upon the mahogany casket.
Rubbing a hand down his face, he picked up his lone flower. He grimaced somewhat at the number of lilies and roses. His own wildflower he had picked seemed so out of place amongst them. It looked like he didn't care.
And he knew he was the only one left alive to remember the reason for picking the Firewheel for this final time.
The vibrant yellow and red petals were a stark contrast to the delicate, expensive, white flowers.
Tears burned his eyes yet refused to fall.
Stepping back, he went through the motions of thanking those who had come along with his sister and brother-in-law. His aunt was gruff were her murmurs of gratitude.
During one of the so sorry for your loss from a well meaning noble, Drake noticed Olivia slip away without a word. His brow furrowed over the fact she wasn't going to even bother to say anything to him. He'd thought that they were finally beyond being hateful to one another.
I guess I was wrong.
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The next couple of days were spent as cohost to those who remained in Texas. Neighbors came by the old farmhouse with enough food to help feed the company of Cordonia's most respected.
Drake was thoroughly tired of it by the third day.
He sneaked out one evening at dusk. Sighing in relief once he was a hundred yards from the crowded house, he continued on toward one of the outer fields.
He leaned against one of the fence posts, watching the last rays of light disappear.
"It's beautiful out here."
He swung around in surprise.
Olivia stepped up beside him, eyes focused on the western horizon.
His eyes narrowed somewhat. He had seen her speaking to others, yet she had kept her distance from him ever since the funeral. It irritated him. She hadn't even bothered to say she was sorry for his loss, yet had somehow followed him out here when he wanted to be alone.
No, that wasn't right. He didn't want to be alone. Not really. But that was how he'd been during this whole process.
Olivia cut her eyes to study his profile. She'd never felt so out of her depths before. What she was about to do was something she'd never felt compelled to do for anyone else in her life. It was something she couldn't stop thinking about. It irritated her that she'd felt driven to do this for Drake, of all people. She couldn't rest and remain inactive any longer.
She could see how much he was hurting yet was hiding it better than most could. She knew that kind of pain. Understood it. Lived with it all these many years.
And she'd known she couldn't approach him until the time was right and there was a lack of an audience.
"Why are you here?" He asked in a bitter tone.
Olivia didn't flinch. Didn't even bat an eyelash over the harsh accusation one could so easily hear. She knew what was causing it.
"I didn't want you to be alone anymore." She stated simply.
He snorted. "Did it ever occur to you that I have been surrounded by people for days?" He glared at her. "Was it not obvious since I asked no one to come out here with me that I needed to be alone?"
She turned to face him. Her normally hard gaze was soft, emerald eyes steadily meeting his angry brown. They didn't bother to probe to see where his questions were coming from.
And that unnerved him.
Instead of snapping back with an angry retort to set him in his place, she tentatively placed her hand over his.
His fist clinched upon the worn wooden plank. It was as if he fought against accepting her silent comfort.
Her fingers brushed along his knuckles until they settled along his fingers, curving over them as if in protection.
Drake could feel that familar burn of tears. His throat convulsed around that ever growing lump that threatened to choke him.
"I know, Drake." Olivia said softly.
And he knew she did. She understood without him having to say that he didn't know if he was mourning his parent or for the memories he once cherished or for what might have been if she had not left him.
He looked out at the meadow, seeing that same wildflower he'd given his mother dotting the slightly rolling land. During family trips here when he was a little boy, he had picked as many Firewheels as his arms could hold as a surprise for his mom. Even now, he could see her delighted smile. He could almost feel the kiss upon his forehead for bringing her such a thoughtful gift.
Stray tears slipped down his cheeks as he gazed upon Olivia's hand holding his.
When had his fingers eased? When had his hand turned to grip hers as if he was about to fall down a canyon of despair?
Her grip on his tightened as she waited patiently for him to say or indicate what he needed next.
His voice cracked.
"Liv. I--"
He wasn't certain who moved first. He only knew he had her crushed to his chest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as he shook. He buried his face against her neck, taking shuddering breaths.
Olivia closed her eyes tight. She could feel her own tears threatening to spill out. She knew deep down why she was here, allowing herself to experience the pain of losing a parent again. She knew why she was willing to allow her own memories to torture her once more.
She couldn't stand to see Drake have to face it alone. She knew he had Liam, the others, his sister, even an aunt.
But no one knew how to grieve for a parent who betrays you like she did.
As sweet as Liam, Riley, Hana, and Maxwell were, they couldn't begin to fathom the love/hate feelings that threaten to consume one when forced into this situation. To be denied the chance to say what it is you need, what you want, what you deserve from the parent; that is the true sorrow.
Time can't be reversed. Feelings cannot be healed by the person responsible for doing this to you. It is a frustratingly unfair situation.
Olivia was old friends with all of that. She knew soon Drake would be too. Yet, knowing him and seeing the type of man he had grown into, she knew he would only come out stronger and better in the end from all this.
Once he became a father, he would make certain his child never suffered a similar fate.
Just as she swore to her yet to be formed children.
Drake continued to hold on to Olivia, greedily taking every scrap of comfort she gave him. Of all the people in the world, he'd never have dreamed she'd be the one person to give him exactly what he needed in this moment.
And yet here she was, selflessly giving herself to him to use as his crutch, holding him up during this time of heartache.
Her soft whispered words reminding him she was there for him, that she understood touched his aching heart. It reminded him of Bertrand's actions with Savannah.
For the first time in his life, he felt understood. He felt cared for. He felt the stirrings of stronger emotions for the woman in his arms.
Drake knew from this moment on that he would no longer be alone.
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andthatisnotfake · 1 month
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40 for 40
Starting the countdown to my 40th birthday by posting a drabble a day until then (literally exactly 100 words each).
It'll be 40 different ships, some of which I've never written or even read fic for, so please bear with me. I hope they don't turn out too OOC lol.
I'm pinning this post and will be adding links to the drabbles here, after a read more.
I hope you all enjoy them and celebrate my birthday with me!
1 - Madirosh: Goal!
2 - Matt x Tommy: The sunset couldn't compete
3 - Runhlidia: Suffocating
4 - Dralivia: Home
5 - Elle x Tao: Flowers
6 - Taywhora: Good food, champagne and pretty girls
7 - Kurtofsky: Too sick for fashion
8 - FirstPrince: Suck on it!
9 - Diamond Chaney: Spilled coffee
10 - Branjie: Just be happy
11 - Ca$h x Darren: Darren and Ca$h sitting on a tree...
12 - Patrochilles: Silent Vows
13 - Haruka x Michiru: The Sun Inside
14 - Vegebul: The Only Alternative
15 - Quinlar: Better than sunball
16 - Asttimini: Catastrophe
17 - Ineffable Husbands: Teacher Aziraphale
18 - Ed x Stede: Offended
19 - Bertvannah: New Look
20 - David x Patrick: Cheap Tactic
21 - Darcy x Tara: Just like in old times
22 - Fiyeraba: Cliché
23 - Brittana: The Future
24 - Havolina: Shoot your shot
25 - Stedrika: Natural enemies
26 - Wilmon: Funny Coincidence
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executivenerd · 4 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Royal Romance (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olivia Nevrakis/Drake Walker Characters: the gang makes an appearance but barely Summary:
Drake and Olivia's journey from sort of friends to something so much more.
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thecapturedafrique · 5 years
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Happy Valentine’s Day with Liam/MC! Ft. the barest hint of Dralivia Part 2/?
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blackcatkita · 4 years
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WIP Wednesday
(technically on Thursday)
I was tagged by @boneandfur @desiree-0816 @zaffrenotes and @annekebbphotography to share what I’m working on
From the next chapter of The Consequence of Secrets...
After a quick shower, a cup of stale coffee from the kitchenette alcove in his quarters and a call to check on Olivia’s ETA, he feels slightly more human and less like the walking dead. He grabs his old denim shirt from the closet for old time’s sake and slips it on, recalling what Olivia said as he fastens the buttons. ‘I’ll get there when I get there, don’t worry about when it is. Go do what you’re supposed to be doing and take care of Liam and Jennifer like you went there to do.’ So warm and fuzzy his woman is. A regular wallflower. But though her tone was laced with snark as usual, she didn’t sound as pissed off as she had been so… here’s hoping he was wrong and whatever she had to talk to him about wasn’t a big deal after all.
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Whatcha workin on @darley1101 @flowerpowell @indiacater @kennaxval @god-save-the-keen @brightpinkpeppercorn @ao719 and @leelee10898?
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