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resetmypatientviolence · 5 years

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The Greatest Adventure (Hamid x MC)

Pairing: Hamid x Pippa

Word Count: 999

Rating: G

Warnings: So much fluff

Description: Pippa and Hamid share their New Years wishes with each other as the clock counts down to midnight.

Author Note: Happy New Year! Let's end 2018 with some fluff. Thank you for reading! Masterlist is found on my blog header.

The fire crackles, a soft warm sound in the still of night, the New Year fast approaching.

Pippa watches her husband stoke the flames and she lowers her book, a smile on her lips, ones that could kiss the man at the flames for entirety. He hums as he brings the flames back to life, Edgewater quiet as can be. There’s a celebration in the city over, but this year, Hamid and Pippa sit it out, favoring to release the staff early and to enjoy each other’s company utterly alone.

But, Pippa thinks, setting the book on the end table, a rush of warmth flooding in the small, quiet room, they’re not alone. They’re never alone and bored when they’re in each others company. It’s been a whirlwind of emotion and learning new things since their marriage and her claim to Edgewater became official.

And through it all… has been Hamid. Guiding her, helping her, loving her, taking her to new places and adventures… he’s everything to her. It’s worth all of the pain from their beginning, something very nearly stolen from them. Hamid grins when he reaches her on the couch, already in her nightgown. The clock ticks, ten till midnight, till another year. The moment he sits, she scoots up against him and nestles securely under his arm.

Hamid’s cheek rests on the top of her head, and Pippa yawns, drawing circles on his thigh, warm through the fabric. He chuckles, the sound like music to her ears. “Will you stay awake long enough to welcome the new year, love?” he asks, squeezing her hand.

Her lips quirk, raising her dark eyes to Hamid’s. She squeezes back. “You know I’m not the night owl like you, Hamid.”

“Only the most beautiful early bird with the sweetest song throughout all the land.” He raises her hand to his lips, and he brushes her knuckles, eyes reflecting the dancing flames. Pippa rolls her eyes but tilts her chin up, to study the smooth planes, the curve of his lips, the strength of his jaw, the tousle of his hair and the warm depths of his eyes, ones that will keep her safe forever, and then some.

He kisses her in the tenderest of ways, rubbing her side. “My love,” she breathes, the clock counting down to the beginning of another year. “Tell me… what do you want to accomplish in the new year?”

Hamid touches his nose to hers, then forehead, looking deeply—so deep, like she travelling fast and deep into the black of the night sky with the warmest arms around her—and he speaks as the clock ticks five till midnight. “I think the question is what do we want to accomplish together, my dear Pippa.”

She smiles, softly, offering a ghost of a kiss. “Aye, fair, as we are a team. Well… raise the wages of the servants here at Edgewater. They do so much for us, for our future.”

Hamid nods, hand snaking around her waist. “You are the kindest woman across the land, every land I’ve ventured. I agree.” Pippa kisses his nose, savoring his scent mixed with the flames. “I certainly hope we get to see the finest show in London this season. Perhaps another backstage tour will be in our favor….”

A grin, and a flush, a reminder of a time that began it all, Pippa longing for his presence every second since. “Perhaps more than a brush of hands….”

“Pippa!” The mock incredulous look on his face draws nothing but laughter from her, then him, the two curling in to each other through their joy, unwilling to separate for longer than moment. When the clock says three minutes till midnight, their laughter slows, their hands intertwines, bodies flush against each other.

“I hope we love each other even more than we did this year,” she says, her voice a quiet murmur.

Hamid nods, thumb circling her knuckle. “That will be quite a feat, my love, for I am unsure of how much more we can give humanly as possible. But…” His eyes lower, then flick to her face, warm with his presence. “I am positive we will certainly find a way to find new ways to love each other that we cannot even begin to imagine.”

Oh, how she loves him in every fiber of her being, heart pounding as the clock counts down. “A million more ways,” she says and cups his cheek, picks of stubble under her fingers, memorizing the feel of his skin, every line and fine hair and how warm he is, whenever she touches him.

She trails her fingers over his lips, and he kisses her fingertips, eyes crinkled in the corners. “I hope for many nights like these, here, home with you, simply enjoying your presence, quiet, like this, my dearest.”

One minute left and Pippa smiles, hand on his neck, her eyebrow raised. “No travels to faraway places with stories to tell me? No grand adventures?”

At those words, Hamid shifts, brings his hands to the swell of her stomach and Pippa, simply, melts, smiling wider than ever before in her life, perhaps. Their child moves, as if they know their father is offering all the love he can give them right now—but not for much longer. No, they’ll be here soon.

“Ah, my loves,” Hamid says, the clock down to thirty seconds. Pippa places her hands over his, his thumb circling against her, where the baby’s foot presses out. They lock eyes, every inch of his love for the two of them in them, words not needed. But yet, he speaks. “I believe the greatest adventure yet lies here at home, with the both of you.”

And at the stroke of midnight, they kiss, welcoming the year that will be the best of their lives yet, Hamid and Pippa’s grandest adventure just around the corner. One neither can wait to discover what lies next.

Simply, the best is yet to come.

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No Script (Prince Hamid x MC)

Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Pippa) [Faceclaim: Alia Bhatt]

Word Count: 1,368

Rating: T

Warnings: None/Kissing

Summary: Behind the scenes, Pippa and Prince Hamid have long abandoned the script. And this time, there isn't a bang to stop the one thing-- the only thing-- that feels natural since her world’s been turned upside down.

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata

Notes: It’s time for some Prince Hamid love, all. Writing in this genre isn’t my style, but I hope I served this fic well. It’s perhaps a bit more saucy than the time allows... As always, thank you for reading! MASTERLIST

“Then, I shall present you with this ring as a token of my undying affection and ask you the honor of becoming my wife…” Pippa, say Pippa. “Madeline.”

He does not say her name, but Pippa is lost in his dark eyes, the practicing actors voices far and distant, Pippa and Prince Hamid backstage, acting out a tale of their own in the dim, crowded space that smells of oak and earth after a thunderstorm, rich and intoxicating; Prince Hamid’s glowing smile the brightest sight Pippa’s ever laid eyes on. More than the Edgewater Estate. More than the white of London. More than the sun.

It’s Prince Hamid and Pippa, the scripts been long since abandoned, utterly surrounded but so blissfully alone. If one were to see them, perhaps she would distangle from his truly chaste embrace– hands, so strong, holding her, as to not give the wrong impression of impropriety. Yet… her eyes drift to that smile, to his lips, soft and full.

A small movement brings her back to reality, eyes travelling up the planes of his face, olive, sunkissed skin smooth, crinkles in the corner of the eyes that she’s already dared to get lost in, heart in her throat, high above the brooch. He presses his fingers against her side, layers of dark blue fabric shifting. “I believe it is your turn for a line, Lady Pippa.”

“Indeed,” Pippa breathes. In the moment-- a single, blissful moment that rushes in all at once, with a sweet scent of cloves and cinnamon-- she’s acutely aware of how close their faces are, inches apart-- closer than any man has been before.

But Prince Hamid is a bold man, one who sends shivers through her body trapped in lace, setting a fire that has never been there before, feelings that she cannot fathom to describe. Yet, should you, Lady Pippa? “Of course, my dear. Of course I shall be your wife, it’s a question you should have known an answer to, my dearest love.” Should she touch a hand to his cheek? To feel the silken skin of his cheek, the gentle pebbled stubble? This is merely acting, is it not? Yet...

The air is heavy and warm, or perhaps it is merely his comforting presence as he holds Pippa in his arms, his breath on her cheek. Prince Hamid’s eyes are dark, and if Pippa could look in a mirror, she would see the same of herself, hearts beating out of their chests. “And now…” Prince Hamid begins, eyes lingering on her lips, as she did to him before in the short few seconds that last an eternity, an unspoken lifetime between the two. He takes her hand, offering a squeeze, thumb leaving a trail of fire as it brushes along her own. “I think the script would say we kiss…”

But where is the script?

Long and forgotten, a kiss nought to be found, but Pippa leans forward, daring to rest a hand on his chest, luxurious fabric soft and fine, pressed close to his chest to where she can feel every heartbeat against her hand. Hamid’s heartbeat, so strong and clear, beating in tune to hers, their dark, imploring eyes saying that very same thing to each other, no words needed: No, this is not an act. We do not need scripts.

As if compelled by a force unknown, their eyes shut at the same time their lips meet. Pippa sucks in a breath. So, this is a kiss. Not a kiss upon her cheek or hand. But a kiss a gentleman should make when he intends for a lady to be something more than a lady he shall meet in passing. This is for a lady he intends to hold until the sun rises. This is a moment that only two should share when they yearn for something more, something larger than themselves.

This is her first kiss.

So and tender, curious, bodies frozen until they thaw, Prince Hamid’s hand that traced a tantalizing line on her palm on her cheek now, fingers grazing the loose hair along her temple. Noses pressed against each other, Pippa follows his motions when the caress of his lips part, gently-- so gently-- pull her lower lip between his teeth.

Her fingers curl against his chest and his hand against her back slides up to the back of her head and draws her closer, warmth and fire and spice and everything bursting forth from the world contained within this kiss, long eyelashes against her cheek. Their lips move in unison, neither willing to part. Every motion, every gentle touch against her body from Prince Hamid is a new and tender feeling-- yet one where fire and lighting dare to swirl into her veins, from head to toe, burning the brightest in her midsection-- yearning.

Yes, yes yearning. Yearning for a taste, her tongue daring to trace his lower lip-- only to meet his, another shock of wonder dancing through her body, impossibly close to Prince Hamid. His fingers travel down the back of her neck-- over the lace-- then back into her hair, winding them into her curls. It’s a kiss that could last forever, Prince Hamid’s tongue caressing hers, both offer a little nip on the others lip, his hand on her side now, lowering her-- body warm and safe in his embrace-- to the floor, on the assortment of pillows that is under them.

Her hand strokes his cheek-- and there she can touch the pebbled stubble, the high planes of his cheekbone-- delicate bone--, and feel the pure warmth contained within the man that is bold and bright Prince Hamid, one that burns like the sun when she was a child and would play under its welcomed warmth, one that lasted well through the night, and dream of meeting her Prince to whisk her away.

But Prince Hamid is no sun. He will not fade away into the darkness of night. No, he is here and she is here, too, bodies as one through a simple, slow, and stunning first kiss-- lips finally (but yet, there is no finally, for she will never get enough) parting, eyes slowly blinking the other into existence.

His thumb runs over her own cheek, smiles on their lips, world fuzzy and hazy and everything right with Prince Hamid. With care, a ghost of his fingertips, eyes dark and eternal, he traces her lips. “Pippa…” he breathes, fingers tracing her jaw now, tingles abound. “Pippa… say something, anything…”

And she goes to speak, but the words cannot come out. Her smile falls, words caught in her throat. No, no, she thinks, the world-- her world-- succumbing to the haze, her name, Pippa, Pippa, Pippa, still on his lips as he fades, voice quieter with every passing second-- that too, lasts an eternity-- this lifetime, however, real. Hers.

“Pippa, darling,” whispers Duke Richards, bearing a smile for the crowd in the pews. “I believe it’s your turn for a line, my dearest.”

And she gulps, looking at the eyes upon her-- none that she cares to know. None that she wants to be here. None that are Prince Hamid’s, long gone, only a fantasy in her mind. The only thing keeping her-- “I do,” she whispers and the Duke squeezes her hands and she cannot avoid his steely, hungry eyes-- cold and harsh and nothing like her daydreams.

The words are blurry-- as is her vision, tears that other would think are from love, her marriage to a proper man securing the Edgewater Estate-- but it is of loss. Of want. Of desire, but not for the man leaning in. No.

It’s for the man she could only dream of; the Prince she wants nothing more than to sweep her away to lands far away, not caring for the estate any longer-- why want for power and money without true love and--

Duke Richards presses his lips to hers-- and it is nothing like the daydream, the fantasy, of her first kiss. Cold and hard and devoid of anything she could claim to call affection-- no it is not.

Ah, she thinks, eyes shut tight, this is a first kiss.

Disclaimer: All characters and rights belong to Pixelberry Studios.

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Thirsty Thursday Readers Choice Results...

This was a long and hard fought battle, with ups and downs-- though the only constant is that Poly AU was in dead last-- with various leaders throughout the day.

This winner is only for this weeks Thirsty Thursday Fic. The others will ALL be written before the New Year, so, really-- we have no losers. We just get some content first. And truly, I expected about 5 of you to pay attention instead of the... goddamn, it’s a lot of votes, you thirsty folks. Without further ado...

4th: Poly AU- 2 Votes

3rd: Drake and Jaela- 35 Votes (happiness will come this week for them though, in a dose of fluff)

2nd: Driam-- 40 Votes... so close, yet so far for...

1st: Hamid and Pippa-- 50 Votes!!!

Hamid Stans, you all came OUT.

While Pippa and Hamid will be this week Driam is up next week, followed by Drake and Jaela. That should satisfy for a while, no?

Hamid’s and PIppa’s fic will be fairly simple: it’s their wedding night.

If you’d like to be tagged in any of these fics, let me know! I’ve been pondering them all... so it’s going to be a fun few weeks.

Now... off to write.

#thank you for helping me make up my mind!#playchoices #choices #fanfic #prince Hamid x pippa

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Anyways, I’m still on chapter one of DD so that’s worthy of finally getting up caught for.

#prince hamid #hamid x mc #hamid x pippa #YASSS

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AU where the Duke becomes King and angst happens between Hamid and Pippa y/n ?! 👀

#hamid x pippa #desire & decorum #prince hamid

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Six Sentence Sunday (1/27/19)

Here’s a sneak peek from Hamid x Pippa NSFW Alphabet coming out this Thursday...

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Both Hamid and Pippa love when she wears dresses with daring necklines, ones that dip low and accentuate the curve of her breasts. There’s a delish smirk on her lips when she smooths down her dress before the mirror in their bedroom, then when she meets Hamid in the foyer, watching how his eyes shamelessly dive to her breasts. There’s nothing to hide between them now, is there?

Hamid loves everything—and he means it—everything about her body. Eyes, lips, breasts, stomach, whether flat or round, thighs, ankles, her very core where he greedily laps her essence—but he does truly adore her breasts. Full and perfect touch the moment they’re alone, tongue flicking over the nipple and watching her shudder and whisper for more. How can he not resist leaving marks across the mounds of her chest, only in places he can see?

When asked, of course, Pippa says she loves every part of him too, because it is quite true. Kissing along his strong jaw and chest until pink touches the sky? She’s simply in heaven. But truly… she loves his manhood, the one that would press against her as they savored stolen moments, not going anything farther than kissing and heavy petting, a want—no need—aching through every nerve, wanting only one thing: each other.

And Hamid has to admire his own, too. He loves how Pippa takes it within her hand, or mouth, or her eyelids flutter when he enters her, head thrown back, nails digging into his skin. Oh, he knows how to use it— and can watch how she reacts, pulsing around him, until the end of time. There’s nothing more intimate to Hamid than to be connected to the woman who is his sun and moon and stars all at once.

#desire and decorum #desire & decorum #prince hamid #hamid x pippa #playchoices #fic preview #long post #30 diamond scene #read more #six sentence sunday 1/27/19

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Since you seem to be taking requests at this trying time, how about a kiss under the mistletoe for Pippa and Hamid?

“It’s mistletoe,” Pippa says, watching as it’s hung in their home, one currently being decorated in full Christmas gear. It shocked her that Hamid never partook in such festivities. So, she wants their first Christmas at Edgewater (for who knows where they’ll be next year) something magical for her husband.

Hamid rubs his chin, and Pippa giggles as the last nail is in and the handsomely paid help gets off the ladder, the bulbous and fresh mistletoe with bright red bulbs in it hangs high in the middle of the archway to the Edgewater dining room. She squeezes his hand, his curiosity for all things in life one that she loves so much about him.

“And how is it… different than all of this?” He gestures to the garland wrapped around every surface Pippa could want, a fresh Christmas tree perched in the foyer, another in the dinner room, tinsel and flowers and bells making Edgewater decorated as fresh smelling. Hopefully she didn’t want for these up too early– surely they shan’t die before Christmas Eve. “What makes it special?”

Pippa smirks and Hamid matches it, their eyes bright. Oh, indeed they know what’s to come. But first, Pippa leads him to the mistletoe, positioning it under him. He looks up, glowing smile on his face. “So I stand under it….”

“And I’m under it,” she says, wrapping her around around his shoulders. Hamid smiles, pulling her hips close to his, the two lost a sway to a beat only they can what. “When somebody is under it, it means they shall get a kiss.”

Gently, they kiss, Pippa cupping his face, savoring his rich scent mingled with the pine. He tugs a little on her lip and she pulls away, noses still touching. “And that happens every time?”

She lets out a breathy laugh for he is tracing his fingers up her bodice, that devilish smirk on his lips she can kiss forever and then some. “Every time.”

“I don’t know why it’s not up all year,” he says, and captures her lips again, and again– and certainly, again.

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The Eyes Upon (Desire & Decorum)

Characters: Mr. Harper, Miss Parsons, Mr Sinclaire, Prince Hamid x MC

Word Count: 1,377

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

Song Accompaniment: I’m Not The Only One-- Sam Smith

Description: Choosing to sit with Prince Hamid has all eyes on Pippa Mills-- including the ones who thought she only had eyes for them.

Author Note: I wondered what the other LI’s would be feeling if you chose to sit with somebody that wasn't them after sharing more than a few moments that perhaps, promised forever. Faceclaim for Pippa is Alia Bhatt as seen below. Apologies for the angst. MASTERLIST

All eyes, wet and dry, are on Pippa Mills during her father’s funeral service, the heir to Edgewater. Prince Hamid’s are the closest, bright despite the occasion as he allows her to rest her head upon his shoulder. Pippa manages a smile, locking her dark eyes with his, something so warm and safe, ones in which she could spend forever with, a forever her dearest Father more than approved of, sending her heart to new heights before it came crashing down in his final moments.

All eyes are on Pippa Mills resting against the Prince, her intentions and future clear for all to see and speculate— yet there is no speculation to be had. There is only the truth.

Luke Harper can only but clear his throat to the truth that sits in the front row as the Bishop speaks, speaking a great man who was gentle and kind and treated him with respect, so much of him in Pippa. Luke gulps back emotion, hand curling into a soft fist, eyes wet— but not from the Bishop’s words. The Earl is at peace, that much is true.

As is true how Pippa rests against Prince Hamid, certainly a generous and kind man that would make a perfect fit for a beautiful woman such as her. He is nothing but a humble master of the stables, he is no Prince. Was he fool to think that he could compete with such a man? Yet…

By God, her laughter, the looks she offers him, the sweetest apple he tasted against her lips— massaging her feet, hearing those sounds of a pleasure and relaxation under this touch— sounds he could offer when they are alone and in a bedchamber. How soft her skin is, smelling of cloves and the warmth of the sun on a summer days, lips he stared at for too long, wishing, and yearning— and dreaming of the impossible, dreams and thoughts a man like him should never have for a Lady of Pippa’s place, because it only leads to heartbreak.

Like now. Just like now, Prince Hamid’s cheek upon her soft hair, being her beacon of comfort. Did her request of romantic story mean nothing, truly? Was it just a game? Was it… no, Prince Hamid is a kind man. He is a Prince. And he… Luke brushes his eye. He is Luke Harper, a man that cannot be fit for Pippa, because she is the Heir to Edgewater. He knew this the moment he saw her grace the estate— that she can never be his.

Luke gulps again and looks down, away from the choice glaring before him. Briar’s hand falls on his arm and they share a glance, everything he wants to say in his eyes. Briar squeezes, softly, then looks forward to the spectacle that is Pippa making her choice known.

But Luke Harper keeps his eyes lowered, as to not cause further heartbreak from a woman he never had leaning on the person she wants the most.

Annabelle Parsons dabs her cheek, face warm as she listens to the Bishop but watches Pippa and Hamid murmur to one another, the joy of possibility so clear and telling on their faces, smiling despite the sadness that fills the room. Oh, her heart is heavy. It was heavy with the news of the Earl’s death, not only for the loss of a great man— but for Pippa, her dearest… friend.

How she envisioned pulling Pippa to the side to offer more than a polite nod of comfort. To offer her a soft touch, a hug, a brush of her lips to say that you’re not alone— but that did not happen, Pippa’s eyes for one person and one person only: kind and just and free spirited Prince Hamid. Can she fault Pippa for choosing such a man?

A man—

Annabelle looks down, fighting the urge to burst into a quiet cry, to be louder than a mouse. The Earl is not her father. But— by god, why does it hurt so much? She should have known, Prince Hamid so bold in the carriage with her, and Pippa’s skin showing such a slight flush as he touched her arm. She tried, oh she tried, didn’t she? The brush of her leg, Pippa offering a glance that said, Yes, yes, I’m here with you, and so much more with those million of other little moments she stole away with… a woman that captured her heart.

Pippa’s look of surprise and joy with a flick of her fan, showing this utterly impeccable woman that she is hers through and through, teaching her music, singing the sweetest of song, the unmistakable joy on the woman that came to Edgewater and made it bright again. The stillness in the greenhouse, Pippa offering a suggestive wink and expression— Annabelle’s face warm the entire time, eyes drifting to her coy lips, wondering what she would taste like.

But—

Pippa’s shoulder moves and she knows they are holding hands now. Annabelle sighs, sinking lower and lower into the pew. Prince Hamid is a perfect match for Pippa— and one that will no doubt be prosperous and happy. It is truly the best option for Edgewater, if Pippa is to keep it despite the Countesses attempts to thwart the Earl’s will. Yes, yes— this is true.

Prince Hamid is the one thing she is not: a man.

Ernest Sinclaire sits straight up in his pew, eyes forward, a carefully composed face that offers sadness and compassion for the reason they are all gathered there today.

If only one could see the inside of his heart being torn to shreds— shreds worse than his ex-wife and the Duke, even. The Earl was a man of great honor and vitality for life— one that passed on to his daughter, the woman he nearly ran over because when he saw her— he could not focus. How could he with a face like hers, haunting him in his dreams every night since? Then she appears and challenges him like no woman— nor man— has done before, confirming everything that his heart knew before his mind did: that he was most ardently in love with her.

Could he list the ways that she stole his heart, his mind, his emotions?

He would list them until the end of time.

But… Ernest tilts his chin up, glancing to the ceiling, then back down, settling on Prince Hamid and Pippa— happy, despite the circumstances before them. Happy… is it wrong to wish he’s that man with her on his side? Prince Hamid gets no ill will wished upon him— for he is a man that deserves the best of the world— so why is he surprised that the best of the world includes Pippa Mills, the woman that utterly stole everything he thought he knew about love and life and finding the joy in oneself.

He shuts his eyes, unwilling to see the tender notes of affection that everybody can see and know: that Pippa has found her husband, and found her way to keep Edgewater, her rightful legacy.

He wonders, oh wonders, if she dares to think of the bridge— or perhaps the carriage, after a night of confessions and truths and hopes that soared higher than heavens gates themselves. How soft her skin was under his, how she dared to keep eye contact as they stood closer than before… how the rain looked on her skin, making it shine under the light, a grin on her face the entire time. Or the warmth they sought in the carriage, drawing closer— somehow— than the bridge, confessions and everything he had on the line for her to take, offering her everything but the moon.

But… he opens his eyes, the service ending, Pippa and Hamid looking into each others eyes, smiling. Ernest sighs, rubbing his neck. There’s a million possibilities and reasons and Prince Hamid is lucky, lucky man than will treat Pippa with all the love in the world, all that this strong, steadfast, and beautiful woman deserves.

Yet… would he be the one looking into her eyes in the moment if, perhaps, he offered her his arm instead of words of resistance?

All eyes are on Pippa Mills.

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Fic/Hamid tag: @sunflowergirl-25, @likethetailofacomet

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Fanfic Masterlist (11/12/2019)

Important tags I use: Long Post, drakewalkerwhipped fic, 30 diamond scene for nsfw pics/reblogs, thank you!!! (for reblogs), pairings by character and MC’s name

Requests: Open!

Tagged Masterlist--Want to be tagged? Let me know!

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

All LI’s

Labor & Delivery [TRH Headcanons]

Drake x Jaela

Dammit Drake, Play Hooky, 3AM, “...Complicated.” , Finally, The Real Surprise , Nesting, We Owe Him

M-Rated:

Call Me Walker (M) Make You Mine (M), Steam Room Rendezvous (M), NSFW Alphabet, Silk & Whiskey (M), Dangerous Game (M) Insatiable (M) , Night Owl (M), Times Ten (M), Fireside (M), Whatever Comes Next (M), Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy (M)

Mini Series:

Their First Christmas: Part 1, Part 2 (M)

Liam (x MC)

Why Her?

Drake x Liam

The Ticking Clock [NSFW Alphabet] , The Worst Kept Secret in Cordonia [NSFW]

Poly!AU Drake x Jaela x Liam

NSFW Alphabet, Bliss , You Can Wait (M), The First Time [Part 1] (M), The First Time [Part 2] (M) , Caught (M), Cuffed [Part 1] (M), Cuffed [Part 2] (M), On Your Knees (feat. Damien) [M], Favorite Place [M], Seeing Double (M), Just as Planned (M), Their First Valentine’s [Part 1] (M), Their First Valentine’s [Part 2] (M)

Poly!AU Drake x Liam

Dinner Party (M)

Pre-Poly AU Liam x Jaela

But First, Dessert (M)

Bloodbound x Big Sky Country Horror Series

Blood Soaked Country

Part 1

Cold Blooded (in Collaboration with @trr-fangirl)

Jaela has it all– a husband she loves, friends she loves, and an ex who still adores her. There isn’t room in her life for anybody else. Well, until she bumps into Kimiko Amaya… the King’s girlfriend. And Kimiko doesn’t back down from a fight.

Part 1: First Impressions, Part 2: Conflict of Interest

Desire and Decorum

Prince Hamid x Pippa

No Script ,Daring [M-ish], The Eyes Upon , The First Time [M], The Greatest Adventure,

NSFW Alphabet [M]

Veil of Secrets

Naomi x F!MC

I’ve Got You (M)

Perfect Match

Everything (Damien One Shot)

Bloodbound

Jax x MC

Your Kiss (M)

Lily x MC

Game Night

Open Heart

Aurora x f!MC

Happy Hour

Red Carpet Diaries

Seth x MC : Tender Neighs

Matt x MC :Cheesy Lines

Picture To Burn

Headcanons and OTP Asks

Drake x Jaela

Headcanons: Sad, Cooking, Food, Happy

OTP Asks: One, Two, Three

Crossovers

Party Crashers (ES/TF)

Drabbles

Drake x Crystal

The Naughty List (M), Baby It’s Cold Outside

Drake x Liam

Snowball Fight

Collabs

In collaboration with the mistress of smut and crackships, @boneandfur and I present:

Damn, Daniel! (Daniel x Riley NSFW Alphabet)

@the-everlasting-dream and I have a talk with our MC’s and Drakes’s and Liam’s. It goes... as you expect:

Long Overdue

---- Completed Series ----

Drake x MC

Fatherhood Fic Collection

In honor of Father’s Day, this is a collection of stories revolving around Drake and Jaela, and the ups and downs of fatherhood, each with a different theme regarding the ideas and emotions of fatherhood, parenting, the ups, the downs, the joys– the celebration it is.

Drake x MC x Liam

Supposed To Be Series

It was supposed to be easy after the Engagement Tour ended. Jaela was supposed to return to her new home, Cordonia, a Duchess, something she never dreamed of. However, sudden news in the JFK airport changes everything that was “supposed” to happen.

If you want to be tagged on any particular pairing, series, or a perma-tag for fics, please let me know and I will do so! Also, I will take any specific request you give me. Have an idea? Shoot me an ask. I’ll write it.

Thank you ALL for your massive support and love of my writing-- it makes it that much easier to write for you all and I truly have fun with every fic or drabble I write.

- Chelsea

#made a new one since the last one was shit #drakewalkerwhipped masterlist #masterlist #playchoices #choices #choices fanfic #long post #how did i write this much shit and complete a thesis and get a masters in 3 months

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