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zaffrenotes · 4 years

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Insatiable

Rating/Warnings: Mature, 18+, mention of sex and 🍋 Author’s Note: * I do not know where this came from, other than my #1 crush inspiring me to write a THING and @ao719 asking for a fic with a specific pic in a moodboard 🙈 * I’m not listing a book because you can read this as TRR Liam x Reader, ORRRRRR Daniel x Reader 🙈 Take your pick * Y/N = Your Name * Word Count: +/- 2400

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You’re standing behind the counter, rolling silverware into napkins during the end of the breakfast rush, when you hear the bell above the door tinkle, and your heartbeat pounds a little faster. You hear him call out to the manager with a friendly hello and upon hearing the warm timbre of his voice, it feels like your heart wants to leap out of your chest. You inexplicably want to duck down behind the counter to hide, or transform yourself into a hummingbird - your BPM might as well make you one at this point, and you haven’t even looked at him - but you keep your back turned, folding silverware, and you hear him ask for his usual table.

His usual table is in your section.

“Y/N, get over there!” Your coworker elbows you and grabs the items in your hands to take over, flashing you a grin. “He’s back!”

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and pat down your dress pockets to make sure you have a notepad and pen, making sure to grab a pitcher of ice water before heading over to his table. You can’t help but smile as you see him sitting in the booth while he studies the menu, even though he only ever orders two dishes.

Seeing him on magazine covers and on screen during interviews, he’s devastatingly handsome in tailored suits and pressed shirts. It’s unfair for one person to look so handsome all the time. There’s a mysterious charm in his expression, even in photographs. Whatever the “it factor” is, he has it, in spades. Even now, dressed so casually, there’s an air of refinement in his posture without the arrogance other men have, knowing how attractive they are.

He’s wearing dark aviators so you can’t see his eyes, and you hope that he doesn’t see the way your throat bobs as you swallow down your nerves. “Hello sir, glad to see you again.” Your voice wavers as you pour him a glass of water.

He takes the sunglasses off, folds them, and sets them gently on the table while a smile slips across his lips. He looks up above his lashes, and the tiny movement of tipping his head to look at you makes a lock of hair fall loose. He’s grown his hair out this summer; it’s long, full, and slicked back. “Nice to see you again, Y/N,” he responds, eyes flicking to the badge pinned to your kitschy, retro uniform. Your cheeks flush with warmth; he knows your name by now. He’s been coming to the cafe for over a year, almost always seated in your section.

“Coffee, black, to start?” You’re already scribbling it onto the notepad when he affirms your question with a small nod. “Need another minute?” You jut your chin out to the menu in his hands; his very large hands, with long, elegant fingers that you want to feel on parts of you covered by your uniform.

He folds the menu closed and hands it to you, raising it higher than necessary when you reach for it, so your fingertips graze his during the switch. You think your mind is playing tricks on you when you think you see his smile twitch a little wider during the exchange. “Egg white omelette with spinach and feta, sausage, and the fruit cup.”

“No potatoes?” You ask, jotting down the order.

He leans back against the booth seat, and pats his stomach. “Overindulged while I was away, I need to get back into training mode.”

You jaw ticks as you fight to keep the grin off your face, and you flick your eyes over to his abdomen. There’s not an ounce of extra weight that you can see on him, from the way the fitted jeans cling to his legs, or the way the crisp white t-shirt hugs his torso. “If you say so.” You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing it’s a futile effort to keep the grin at bay. You tuck the menu under one arm. “Be right back with your coffee.”

Heat rises from your neck to your cheeks as you walk away and return to the counter, busying yourself to punch in his order to the kitchen, and you pour a cup of coffee for him. There’s a silent exchange of thanks when you serve the coffee and he offers a warm smile as payment, and you check on your other customers before returning to the counter.

While you’re waiting on the cook to finish his order, the manager urges you to go into the kitchen to finish making pies for the lunch and dinner rush. You pause, eyes flicking over to your favorite customer as he takes a sip of coffee, and you want to pout. “What about my tables?” He’s not the only diner in your section, and you’re far from serving the rest of them.

“It’s slow, she can handle them for you,” your manager replies, ticking his head in your friend’s direction. “We need the pies, Y/N.” Without waiting for a response, he heads back to his office.

You give your coworker a dejected look and she shrugs; you know both your hands are tied. “I’ve got it covered, the tips are yours, better go do what he asked,” she whispers.

With a tiny sigh, you head back to the kitchen to check on the dough you mixed at the beginning of your shift, and get to work rolling it out to make pie crust. While it bakes, you slice up fruit - apples, pears, the last of the peaches, and some figs, - letting your mind wander back to him.

If you crane your neck just right, you can see out the small view from the pass to see him. You check the time on your watch; was he taking his time eating his meal? You knead the dough and flour the table, working fast to roll it out evenly, and cut strips to make a lattice top. When you crane your neck for another glance, you can see him holding a section of the paper in one hand, reading quietly. He must have read something funny, because a shy smile appears on his lips, and he sets his fork down on the plate to rub his fingers over his mouth, trying to conceal his laughter.

Your eyes zone in on the pair of moles on his neck, set at just the right spot to bite him…if you were lucky enough to be his girlfriend, or maybe a vampire. Your thoughts wander to what it would feel like to kiss him there; to even be that close to smell his aftershave. Your body warms as you continue to daydream while you weave dough for the task before you, imagining what would happen if he were to walk into the kitchen in search of you. Would you be able to stop from beaming a smile at him, standing just centimeters from where you stood, towering over you? Would his lips be just as soft and tender as you imagine them to be? Would you be able to taste the coffee on his tongue?

As you work on braiding strips of dough for the next pie, your thoughts wander even more. Would he be the type to bend you over the counter and press himself against your backside, letting you feel what you did to him? Or would he hoist you onto the table, with his fingers digging into the back of your thighs, before ripping your uniform open? You thought about how fast your own hands would work to undo the buttons and zippers on the impossibly tight jeans he always wore, using your heels to push his pants down his toned legs and bring him closer to you. His hands would work slowly to cup your breasts, caressing them as he kissed your lips, your neck, and your earlobes. You’d bite your lip as his thumb rubbed circles over the thin fabric keeping him from touching your bare skin, while your nipple hardened at his touch, letting out a soft moan when he finally pulled the fabric aside and you could feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue on your sensitive skin.

He’d whisper into your ear, breath warm, his voice hoarse with wanting. “Please, Y/N, I need you.”

Who would you be to deny him? You’d pull his shirt off, hands trembling at the sight of such unknown perfection, your touch nearly ghosting over the smooth planes of his broad chest. His abs would twitch reflexively as you dragged your fingers down the muscled skin, committing the feel and look of him to memory, before slipping a finger into the waistband of his underwear. He’d grunt softly, impatient that you were teasing him, and he’d pull you closer to the edge of the table. “Y/N,” he’d repeat.

Your name on his lips is your favorite sound, second only to his laugh.

You’d smirk and look up at him through your lashes, concentrating on his face as your hand slips into his underwear to stroke him, momentary panic flashing across your eyes as you wondered how far this would go. A quiet “fuck” might escape his lips before kissing you again, and you’d feel his hands run up your thighs. Nimble fingers would hook around the waistband of your underwear, working quickly to pull them down; your legs would wrap around his waist and you’d grip your own arms to steady yourself against him as he picked you up off the table, unwrapping your legs just long enough for him to slip your underwear free.

You imagine feeling him teasing your entrance with his tip, your heart racing at what was about to happen, seeing his own chest rise and fall with anticipation.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” Your friend calls out to you from the other side of the pass, motioning for you to come out from the kitchen area. He’s standing at the counter with a bemused look on his face.

You snap back to reality, wiping the back of your hand against your cheek, and tuck a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. You grab a towel off a hook to wipe off the flour on your hands and walk out, plastering on what you hope is a friendly smile to your friend and to him. “Enjoy your meal today, sir?”

He smiles bashfully at you, all while pulling out cash to pay. “Very much, thank you. Are you the creator of these edible masterpieces?” His brows raise up in the direction of the pies along the counter.

“I am,” you admit, a tiny beam of pride warming your chest. “Apple spice, apple bourbon, and apple fig. There’s pear and fig as well, but it’s not baked yet.”

“In that case, can you add an apple bourbon and apple fig to my bill?”

“Is pie part of your training regimen?” You tease, daring to look him in the eye.

His dark eyes land on yours, and you’re not sure if the heat you feel is from embarrassment or from the spark of something in his gaze. You try to convince yourself that you’re seeing things again, and he hands over several more bills to pay for the pies, while your friend assembles a bakery box. A tiny puff of air escapes his mouth; was that a gasp or a laugh? “Not exactly, but I have a weakness for sweet things,” he answers. “Especially when they look this beautiful.” He motions to the crust design on the apple fig pie being boxed up, with leaf cutouts layered to look like a flower.

“Just the pie, or would you like them à la mode?”

“Just the pies today,” he replies. “I’ll try à la mode with you next time,” he adds, cheeks blooming red as he realizes the double entendre.

You ring up the rest of his bill as your friend finishes wrapping up the pies, and your hand grazes his again when he hands over the cash. You have to force yourself not to look him directly in the eye when you hand over the change, choosing instead to focus on a small freckle on the edge of his lip; but that makes you think about kissing him there. He pockets the change, then taps the side of his face. “You, um, you’ve got a little something there,” he says, pointing to your cheek. You press both hands to your cheeks for good measure, hoping that whatever was there is now gone, but the way he tilts his head tells you that you didn’t get it all. “May I?”

“I, uh, sure,” you mutter, and your friend grins widely at you when she squats down to grab a shopping bag from behind the counter. He reaches over and he rubs his thumb over a spot on your cheekbone; his hand tentatively cups the side of your face, and then he smiles softly as he pulls his hand back.

“Perfect,” he grins.

You want to melt into a puddle right there, and soak through the floor.

He holds up the bag and smiles at you again. “Thank you. I’ll see you again next week, I hope?”

Your friend has to nudge your side to respond. “We’ll be here, enjoy your day, sir!” You smile where you stand, until he’s walked out of sight, and lean against your friend when the coast is clear. “Could I have been any more obvious?”

“I think he likes you,” she says, trying to reassure you.

“He could have anyone in the world, what would he want with a nobody like me?”

“He asked why you were hiding in the kitchen when I brought out his food,” she grins. “And he was studying the pie menu when I told him you were baking.”

“Liar.”

“Truth!”

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The rest of your shift goes by without anything memorable happening, and you clock out mid-afternoon, once lunch is over. After changing out of your uniform into regular clothes, you start walking home, popping earbuds into your ears, ready to listen to music on your phone, when you notice a missed call from an unfamiliar number.

You press the play button on the screen to hear the message, and stop in your tracks when you hear his voice.

“Hi Y/N, I hope you don’t mind that I asked your friend for your number, but…would you like to have dinner with me next Friday?”

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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The Last Seconds of Fate

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Summary: This is my attempt on a rewrite for the diamond scene in chapter 11 with Bryce , but.. I kinda put it in my own twist.

Inspo: Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Warnings: mentions of dying. Besides that, none.

A/N: It’s back to back fics for now, I just hand in my first ever assignment and why not a celebratory fic djdkdkdk! I may be busy in days to come, but.. I will try my very best to write more! Writing has been an outlet for me this year, and it definitely made me very happy! I hope all of you are enjoying it so far, thank you for all the sweet comments on my past fics! It has been an honour, and I really hope you enjoyed this one too! Special thanks to @fantasyoverreality98 , @mvalentine and @bratzlahela for assuring me about this fic! I wasnt feeling much confident about it, but.. I feel proud of it! It doesn’t follow the scene from the book, it is somehow... my own way of writing it! I am very terrified about this, since I don’t want to mess it up. JSDHSJD, enough babbling! Enjoy!!

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The room was quiet, as it was only Casey and Bryce. Both of them are laying down on the hospital bed, which is too small for their liking. But, nothing ever stop them before. The way his arms were wrapped around her waist. Beneath the suit, as it gave her a sense of comfort and homey feeling inside of her. Somehow, being in his arms felt like being back at home, where she felt safe from the monsters and stories that can be seen on the other side of it all.

It was them against the world, time, and all the forces in between. The day went by as a traumatic experience for both of them, a day they never expected to see. It felt as if the universe is giving them a sign, somehow that life can be very short for both of them. Tomorrow will never be guaranteed, as long as we learn how to enjoy the present.

‘If it was my last night, do you have anything you want to tell me?’ Casey started, earning a look of sadness in his face. An expression that wasn’t well known to the scalpel jockey. It was new, every day she realizes, there was always something new about one Bryce Lahela. The tricks he had on his sleeve that manage to blow her mind, he never failed to be the reason she was smiling every day.

‘Casey…’ The softness in his voice made her heart soothe, as the longing to be with him after all this time.

‘Answer me, please…’ She took his hands in hers, as she lets out a squeeze. His eyes soften, a sad expression was plastered on his face followed by a long silence. Somehow, he was constructing an answer in his mind, and honestly. He can’t think of anything, not even an answer crosses his mind, until he suddenly blurts it out.

‘I love you.’

The words left his mouth, a spontaneous act that he never saw it coming. Bryce felt a pang of nervousness, as the 8 letters left his mouth in a sudden manner. Casey was speechless, as they never made it official, but… deep down, she knows every interaction they had, every kiss, hug, moments they had together was better than anything in this world. It felt like a rare presence that she never expected, but didn’t know she needed it.

Love. It is subjective, as everyone will fall in love, out of love, and maybe not at all. The feeling of comfort of love plays a huge role in everyone’s life. Some say it can be a motivator, and maybe a goal to foreseen at the end of the road; marriage. Or, maybe it's just the feeling of being free with that certain someone, who can lift your spirits up with a snap of a finger. But, being there with Bryce. It wasn’t any of those, it was the feeling of being where we were supposed to be.

She always counted on the odds, reeling on the what if’s as medicine was never about the odds. It was a balance of everything as their goal at the end was to find a cure, in order to make life happier at the end of the day. The love of it all made her realize that this field of career, was what she always wanted. And, everything in her life had to happen which leads her to this moment, where she almost died. Or, maybe she will.

‘What about you?’ He brings up a similar question, as the last three words from his mouth are playing like a broken record in her mind.

‘Me?”

He nods slowly, as he was somewhat curious as they were wrapped around each other’s arms with their own companion, the dark night sky as the time was somehow counting down slowly, as maybe it was her final time being in his arms.

‘I am happy to spend the last night of my entire life with you.’ The words felt like vomit coming from her mouth, a truth that she didn’t know she needed.

‘…It’s not your last night Casey, you’ll be here tomorrow. Waking up happily here, as we presume our life forward with each other.’ Bryce’s voice started to broke slowly, an act that she didn’t see coming.

‘Bryce…’ She gazes into his eyes, somewhat it looked different than the ones she used to see at their early walks to the hospital, or when he scores a surgery. It looked somber, somehow the hopefulness in his eyes was absent leaving a sense of fear and dread that was clouding it all.

He strokes her cheeks, somehow examining it after all this time. The way he looked at you, with a sense of fear in him, as your tragedy cast a storm above his head. Despite being in the hazmat suit, it didn’t stop him from leaving warmth on your cold fingers, stroking it slowly and gently with the similar feeling that he always leave you. A breeze of intensity, and the calmness of the ocean.

In a matter of seconds, the tears in your eyes fall. A sudden reaction that is never expected, it felt like a chemical reaction at that moment as the moments in the past circulates with her.

‘It will never be the last night, this is… you are gonna be alright. You will be alright.’ He strokes her hair, as he somehow is memorizing the felt of her smooth hair, it was a little habit of his. It was a sudden reaction, a way of affection.

‘...how do you know that? I don’t feel like it, it felt like the end; I didn’t get to do anything as this is the final place I am gonna be before I died.’ Casey keeps on talking, as Bryce couldn’t hold it in anymore.

‘No, you are not dying tonight or any night. This world is not ready to say goodbye to you, hell… I don’t think I will ever see the world without you in it. You are staying here, and I-..’ He stops himself, taking a deep breath as she sat on the hospital bed. A discourage look on her face says it all, somehow he has a way of looking past her façade, and the way her eyes cast the sense of worry, he knew something was wrong. He stood up from the bed, making his way around towards her.

He is standing in front of her, as Casey’s head is down. He took her hands in his, and squeeze it lightly capturing her attention once more.

It was silence in the room, the sounds of machines were slowly heard in the background as she started to humming. She loved to sing, but it was always just a hobby; since she had become one of the usual for karaoke night at Donahue’s with Bryce which is one of her favorite memories with him.

So, before you go,

Her voice bounces through the walls, as the sealed room made it much louder. The tears started to fall in between, as the news of Danny and Bobby made her heart cry in despair. They don’t deserve this, they don’t deserve to be the one who had to say goodbye.

Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better?

Her eyes gaze into his, a strong inferior behind those emeralds, as an attempt to kept herself together.

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather

She knew she could do better, she knew she can stop them all by pushing them all away. Giving her a chance to do something once, as Rafael’s state floats in her mind, torturing her. Seeing him that way, as the storm hits her once more, where she stood there hoping that it was going to be her.

Her voice was cut off with a sob, as Bryce leans forward. Their foreheads meet through the glass of the hazmat suit, she wanted to give up. He doesn’t want to let her go, as time is the only essence they had left.

The silence of the night, made his heart leap in nervousness, her heartbeat was still there as she finally falls herself into a deep slumber. The quiet killed him, as he doesn’t want to close his eyes. The fear of her being taken away from him very soon made him wept in silence. She looked peaceful, as the day finally gets slower, where it felt like time was never moving at all. Right now, there was nothing he could do. A soft hummed was heard during the early hours of the day, as it was almost time.

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‘I will always, honestly, truly, completely love you.’ Was one of her favorite quotes from a movie called; Love, Rosie. She told him about her love for it, as they were having a sleepover of their own, a classic tale of second chances and fate.

Fate was sensitive subject, as he always lived his life in a flow. A path that leads him to the unknown, but when it comes to Casey. Someone who waltzed into his life, as a colleague turns to be more, the flow seems to be a back-up plan instead. Seeing herself in that position, made him wonder if fate would ever turn around for her, or for them.

The lights brought him back to life, as the diagnostics team along with the doctors from Mass Kenmore made their way into the room. A pleasant look on their faces gave him a beacon of hope, a small chance for her to fight.

Ethan walks toward him, a small nod was given in his way. Bryce glances at Casey’s figure who looks peacefully asleep, as a brink of tears falls once more. She is going to make it.

‘We will save her Bryce.’ His voice is slow, not wanting to wake her up. Bryce nods with a head full of thoughts and happiness, that he suddenly pulled Dr. Ramsey into an engulfed hug. A sense of adrenaline was splashed out, as he felt himself smiling all the way through it all.

‘Thank you.’

Ethan just nods, a small smile was hinted on his face. Knowing that he would lose a friend as well, during it all. Both of them stayed that way before it was time to test it out. The moment where all of their lives gonna change once again.

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The smile on her face, as the doors were opened to them. The gratefulness on her face, as she ran into his arms. His arms securely around her waist, as she survived. She did it.

She survived, and she is not going to wait anymore.

‘I love you too.’

THE END.

A/N: Heyyy, so I hope all of you enjoyed it! I am very terrified but, hey... i am very proud of it aswell! Thank you so much for reading, and I will see ya soon!! <3

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ao719 · 4 years

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Hi there!! I was wondering (if you are accepting requests) if you would write a one off of Liams reaction to MC being taken at the end of TRR Book 3? I always wished PB had given us the option to see how that went down and I really feel like based off your series you could definitely kill the angst. Thanks for writing such amazing fics 😊

Ok, anon! (sorry this took so long to answer) Not sure if this was what you were looking for, but this is what I came up with.

A/N: Thanks to @dcbbw who, when I sent this to her to beta (thank you for that as well!), suggested to switch it from third to first person POV to pack more of a punch, and for your help! I’ve never written first person before, so this was definitely different.

I am in the ballroom close to an open window. I feel beads of sweat trickle down my brow, the salt stinging the corner of my eye, my body feeling hot, stifled by the heavy white and gold regalia I am wearing. I try to draw in a deep breath, but fear has placed a lump in my throat. I can’t swallow over it. I attempt to breathe in through my nostrils but if I do that, my tears will fall. My hands are trembling, and the only thing I can hear is the thumping of my heart against my chest as the chatter from the guests in the ballroom completely fades.

It is the night of my wedding reception; among the drinking, dancing, and merriment, my wife and I got separated. The last I saw of her, she was speaking to Gladys, the majordomo of the Queen’s Valtorian keep. Then someone brushed against me, and a piece of folded paper was passed from a stranger’s hand to mine. Now my hand is fisted around the thing I fear most in this world. My fingernails are leaving crescents in my palm while my heart beats too rapidly. My eyes search the room, waiting for the moment to make my escape.

Fear churns in my stomach, engulfs my conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside, overwhelming my body. It travels through my veins but never makes it to my expression. My eyes are steady, my masterful stoic facade capable of making it seem as though nothing is wrong, as though I’m not about to break from the thoughts that fill me. The crumpled piece of paper in my hand says otherwise, but I was instructed to come without reinforcements. I cannot alert the dozens of King’s guard members that stand in the ballroom that I, the King, am about to slip out undetected and with no backup. Not that they were faring well at their jobs anyway considering they allowed this to happen, for my Queen to be taken.

Our wedding day had already been one for the books. Twice in one day, this fear had taken over me. The first was when I learned of the attack on the boutique where Riley was getting ready. As I paced in the small room at the cathedral waiting to hear some news, that fear gripped tightly onto me. I was informed shortly after that Bastien had gotten to the boutique and everyone was safe. But I still needed to see her with my own eyes. A mixture of emotions filled me when those double doors opened and she emerged with a smile in her white lace gown, but nothing like the relief that crashed over me like a wave. She was safe.

Riley and I had been trying to find a moment alone since we stepped foot outside of that cathedral, hand in hand as King and Queen, finally husband and wife. But it seemed nearly impossible with Madeleine’s insistence that everything during our reception stay precisely on schedule.

Finally, I thought our chance had arrived after seeing Riley step out of the ballroom after speaking with Gladys. I waited a few moments before I ambled towards the doors to follow her, careful not to draw too much attention to myself. I assumed she was heading to our spot; the garden maze. But before I could even make it out of the room, I instead found myself with this note discreetly slipped into my hand as I weaved my way through the crowd. I glance down at it once again.

We have the Queen. Come to the old Nevrakis compound. And come alone, or she dies.

That was the second moment of the day this fear had flooded me. And now I need to plan my next move, but I can’t stop thinking about the infinite ways this can go wrong and possibly end, unable to get the worst-case scenario to leave my mind...that I will lose her.

My future with Riley flashes before my eyes as I stand there staring out the window.

Our surprise honeymoon I have planned on our private island that she doesn’t know about. I see her already, lounging on the beach with her skin glowing from the sun and speckled with flecks of white sand. Her russet brown hair, damp and wavy from the saltwater, cascading over her shoulders. The sound of her laughter echoes as she runs into the water and I chase after her before my arms encircle her waist.

The day she tells me she’s pregnant, that my dream of becoming a father was coming true. With the woman who holds my entire heart. The tears of happiness we will both shed as we smile and look at the test, marveling over the two pink lines. Me placing my hand over her still flat stomach as I wonder if it’s a boy or girl, and telling them how loved they already are, how much they will always be loved.

The two of us sitting in the finished nursery, Riley in the glider with her hands resting atop her prevalent bump. I’m crouched down in front of her with my hands on the sides of her belly as I sing the same lullaby to my unborn child that my mother used to sing to me, teaching Riley the words so when the baby arrives, we can sing it to them together.

The day that Riley would bring life into the world, the day I would officially become a father. Sitting at the edge of the bed next to her, I will hold our baby in my arms as tears of happiness fall, along with tears of relief that both Riley and the baby are safe and healthy. I tell her how much I love them both, how they are my world, and I will never let any harm come to either of them.

Years worth of I love you’s, good mornings, and good nights, of holding her hand and kissing her; they play in my mind like a time-lapse. I need to get to her. I need to keep her safe and alive, no matter the cost.

I know that wherever Anton’s men are, they are keeping a close eye on my King’s guard, making sure they aren't going to follow me, that I don’t say a word to them. I finally turn away from the window and my blurry gaze settles on Drake, Maxwell, and Hana talking to one another across the room. I blink the tears away so they can come into focus. I am fully aware of what I’m about to do; of what I’m about to ask of our friends and the danger that I will be putting all of us in.

But I have no choice.

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Using my permatags. As always, if you wanted to be added or removed, please let me know.

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mrsnazariowrites · 4 years

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Tag list check

Hey everyone! Title says it all. I normally reach out in person since I like getting to know my readers and I don’t always trust notifications to work. Plus I’m not very good at going public with this sort of thing, but my feelings about tumblr have me feeling differently lately.

If you still want to be tagged in my Damien x Maya stories, please let me know? Same goes for if you see this and would like to be added.

I know I’ve been making a lot of posts about how I haven’t been on lately, but I’ll be a little more honest here.

I have not enjoyed being on tumblr for many months now.

I still like writing in my free time and want to keep doing it. Especially with the whole social distancing thing going on nowadays. I have new ideas a lot, and want to keep writing them! But lately, the idea of posting on tumblr makes me a little anxious.

I can’t help feeling like I’m annoying people or violating their space by tagging them in fic updates or previews. For some, I dm the link only because of a tumblr glitch where when I try to tag, the name will not show up even if we are mutuals, which leaves me no other way to notify them. Of course I always try to make sure that it’s okay with them, first.

Maybe it’s not as big a deal as I’m making it out to be and I’m just being silly 😁, but I do overthink a lot so here goes.

If you’re okay with being tagged, just let me know. Otherwise, it’s totally fine. There’s no pressure, no expectations from me. It’s okay!

@walkerduchess @mfackenthal @choiceslife @darley1101 @lizeboredom @flowerpowell @debramcg1106 @desireepow-1986 @eileendannie @gardeningourmet @princess-geek @rainbowsinthestorm @lovehugsandcandy @damienazarios @moonlightgem7 @zigtheeortega @odetomars @indiacater @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @scalpeljockeybrycelahela @loveellamae @jessiembruno @dcbbw @simplyaiden-blog @choicesarehard @ab1901 @jlpplays1 @choicessa @missameliep @argylemnwrites @maxattack-powell @mind-reader1 @queen-helena-rosario @pedudley @musicalnerd98 @kinda-iconic @pixelsandkink @jovialyouthmusic @poorchoicesplayer @park-nazario @liam-rhys @thecordoniandiaries @the-everlasting-dream @queenbirbs @walkerismychoice @indescribablechoices @itsraleighcarrera @h3llostrang3r @aworldoffandoms @saivilo @mrswalkerwritesagain @nazariobae @okchoices @universallypizzataco @brightpinkpeppercorn @blackcatkita

#tag list check #perfect match #damien x mc

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krsnlove · 4 years

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Dive

A/N: I’ve seen a lot of fics where Liam dies and I wanted to do something different. He should never deserve to die LMAO.

My submission for @choicesmaychallenge for day 7: Surprise

Also, I high-key suggest listening to this while reading. I did while writing it and I may or may not have gotten the feels, smh.

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warning: Death, Angst

It always began the same way…

Dressed in the white regal uniform as others before him, Liam can feel the dampness of his palms when his nerves begin to take over. A side effect he suddenly developed when she first came into his life.

He waits in the private room of the cathedral for his bride, jumping in place in an ironic attempt to keep calm.

He remembers both the relief and elation at being told his bride had finally arrived, unharmed.

Blinking back his tears, Liam’s eyes never deviate from the woman dressed in white lace, slowly walking towards him. A reminiscent smile briefly crosses his lips, the vivid picture continuing to play in his mind.

It felt surreal now as it did then.

The inspiration behind her vows, the words that helped mold him into the man he is today, was embedded into his heart the day she professed them before family and close friends. Her unfailing love became his lifeline even at an early stage of their relationship.

It had always been there.

Liam then listens to the familiar words of his own vows.

The fear of losing her had long since settled into the back of his mind when she was first introduced as a suitor. In the short period of their courtship, she suffered through the conspiracy meant to chase her away. Liam could never forgive himself for the heartache it had caused.

Yet, she never allowed it to diminish her love for him.

Liam is hardly able to take his eyes away from his beaming bride. Her smile, the one reserved just for him, still caused his heart to soar. That same smile he would search for when entering a room or giving a press conference. Her smile brought more than comfort--it also inspired him.

“No matter what the future holds for us,” Liam silently mouthed along with the words, “I know that together is where we’re meant to be.”

He’s come to cherish this moment.

One where he is finally able to proclaim his devotion to the only woman who has brought a sense of clarity to what he is capable of with pure love and patience.

The only woman to see him, just him, for who he truly was without the crown.

The picture continues to play along when Liam begins to hold his breath, hoping this time is different, when he hears Regina announce for them to seal their union with a kiss.

He watches her lean in when the recurring thought of how beautiful she is crosses his mind.

This moment has always played back slowly.

On some days, it was an act of mercy but today felt different. He can almost feel the ache at his need to feel her once again.

Liam watches in anticipation, his face inches away from hers, in a moment he would have the sweet memory of what it felt like to be kissed by the only woman he’s loved…

“Riley!,” he startled awake. The vividness of his dreams seemed to increase each time.

It was the fourth one this week.

Panting, he rubs the sleep from his eyes, and takes a few moments to calm his breathing. Liam is only reminded of his late wife’s absence when he feels the cold, empty spot beside him in the bed he’s shared with Riley for over forty years.

It always ended the same way too...

Tagging: @alj4890 @thecordoniandiaries @lodberg @texaskitten30 @liam-rhys @kinda-iconic @choicesmaychallenge @vickypoochoices @desireepow-1986 @rafasgirl23415

#the royal romance #the royal heir #king liam #Liam x riley #Liam rhys #king liam of cordonia #its king liam loving hours!!!#king Liam x mc #choices may challenge

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god-save-the-keen · 4 years

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Goodbye - Part 2

Summary: Part 2 of this fic!

Words: 1.162

Warning: angst / fluff

Thomas Mendez x MC tagg list: @chetachisblog @annekebbphotography @princess-geek @lilyofchoices @ao719 @marycarrillo21 @kamybelen-blog @cxld-play @vaticanwaltz @kingliamrys @x-kyne-x @hatescapsicum @thecordoniandiaries @choicesfannatalie

Permanent tagg list: @gardeningourmet @eileendannie @desireepow-1986 @dawn-1994 @violinet @darley1101 @blackcatkita @flyawayboo @drakewalker04 @simplymissjulia @luckyferrero

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Why doesn't Tara come over anymore?" Thomas almost dropped the cup of coffee he was holding, he definitely wasn't expecting that question. 'I can't keep living under Soledad's shadow', her words echoed in his mind as something inside him broke again. He missed her.

"Uh, it's an adult thing Luz. But you can still hung out with Rory here, at her place, school…"

"You two fought, right?" She lowered her face frowning, upset.

"It's more complicated than that."

"I saw her dropping Rory off at school the other day… She looked really sad, dad. And you do too." 'I'm not Soledad.' He had been torturing himself during the last two weeks about their last conversation, replaying every detail or word she had said over and over in his head, he had tried to reach her but every time she evaded him.

"I know sweetheart… I have seen her too." He said, feeling extremely guilty.

"You know… Tonight Rory is going to stay at her dad's house."

"Luz, It's n--"

"And Fanny can come to stay with me. She has the night free." She continued as if he hadn't spoke. Luz looked directly at him, her big brown eyes determined and, for the first time in his life, Thomas saw the incredible and strong woman his daughter was becoming and not just his little girl.

"Okay, I'll go to talk with her tonight." He kissed her head as he called Fanny so she could stay for the night and she smiled.

At 6pm he was standing at her building. He dried his palm on his pants nervously, he was used to acting under pressure during trails or when he accompanied a client to make a declaration, but right now, his nerves were wrecked. He only has one chance to fix everything after all.

He walked to the doorbells, his finger searching for her apartment and passing by to the one a few numbers away from hers.

"Hello?"

"Hi Alma, it's Thomas."

"Thomas, what can I do for you?" She sounded colder than always, Tara had probably talked with her.

"I need to see Tara, Alma, but if I call her, she won't talk with me. Can you please let me in?"

"I don't know Thomas…" He heard the hesitation in her voice.

"Please."

"Okay, but if she asks, it wasn't me."

"Thank you." He pushed the door and went inside, took the elevator and in just a few seconds, he was standing before her door. He could hear her steps inside the apartment, the soft whistle of the kettle. He wished so badly to be there with her, hugging her waist, kissing her cheek. His knuckles softly knocked the door.

"Coming!" Her voice got closer as his hands moved nervously at his sides. She opened the door and her small smile fainted. "I don't want to talk with you." She started to close the door and he stopped her with one hand.

"Tara, please. Just five minutes, that's all I ask." Her eyes looked inside his for a moment, like she was trying to decide what to do.

"Five minutes." She stepped aside, leaving a big space between them. "How did you get in?"

"Some couple left and I held the door before it closed." She nodded and closed the door behind him.

"Why are you here, Thomas?" She leaned her back against the wall, hugging herself and watching him. "There's nothing more to say."

"There is." He started to pace in front of her as her eyes followed his path. "I know that being with me can be difficult sometimes. I know that when we met, you had to wait, deal with my indecision and my fears but, right now? I know exactly what I want, what I need." He stood up, looking at her directly in the eyes, taking one single step forward, getting just a little closer to her.

"You are not difficult to be with, Thomas. If that was the case, this would be a lot easier." She pointed out sadly.

"You are what I need, Tara. I've known it for the last eight months." He moved a bit closer again. "You told me you are not Soledad and you are right, you are not." Her shoulders fell and she lowered her head, avoiding his eyes. He closed the distance between them and, when she didn't move away, he gently took her chin, lifting her face. "And I'm so glad you are not." She watched him confused. "I never wanted you to be her and never will. I need you, all of you, your perfect self, just as you are. I have been falling for you since the first time we kissed, since the first time I saw you fight for your daughter, since we cooked with Luz and Rory, since your foot touched my leg under the table making me flush like an idiot." She chuckled remembering that day as his hand cupped her cheek, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes looked at her with so much love that she stayed quiet, silently observing him. "I'm so sorry I made you feel any other way."

"Are you sure you are ready to move on?" Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"I am. I want to be with you, Tara. I want to try this again, if you take me back." His face was so close that she could see the tiny green flecks in the blue. "I love you Tara."

"You really mean that?" Her voice soft and low as her arms disengage her own body, relaxing.

"With all my heart. I love you and I should never have allowed you to feel otherwise."

She stayed in silence, neither of them moving. "Just kiss me." She said as his smile was wider for a moment before crushing his mouth against hers, his hands on her back, pulling her closer and away from the wall as her arms looped around his neck, tightly holding him. His lips left a soft trail of kisses on her cheek, jaw and neck, slow and sweet, hearing her delightful sigh.

"I have been missing you so much, Tara." He kissed behind her ear and she melted in his arms. "I love you."

"I love you too, Thomas." He returned to her lips, his teeth biting her bottom lip and kissed her again. "Can you stay tonight?"

"Yes, Luz is with Fanny." She smirked against his mouth.

"You were that confident, huh?" His cheeks turned a bright crimson as her smile became mischievous.

"I wish… Let's just say that if you didn't take me back, some strong whiskey was waiting for me." She simply hugged him tightly as he returned the gesture, burying his face in her hair.

"I missed you too." Her warmth enfolding him, making him feel more whole than he had been in a long time, grateful to be in her arms again.

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#thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc #moty thomas #choices thomas mendez #thomas x mc #thomas fanfic #fanfic writing #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction

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leelee10898 · 3 years

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12 Days of Fictmas: 2020 Edition.

It's getting that time again, time to start thinking about decking the halls, lighting the menorah, and burning the turkey?

That's right, its the choices 12 days of fictmas back for it's 3rd year! This year I have an amazing co host, the wonderful @emichelle! In years past we have done the traditional 12 days of Christmas and songs, this year we are keeping with the theme of the year and the theme is Christmas 2020!

What does that mean you ask? Well I will tell you. Its anything goes!

Grandma had to much eggnog and groped Drake? The elf on the shelf has to quarantine? The tree burst into flames? No problemo!

Make it angsty, make it funny, make it smutty or make it fluffy, it doesn’t matter! Its whatever you want to do!!

Now there are a few rules here but, they are simple.

Can be any book in the choices universe.

you must have at least 1 choices character in your fic or Art. (Art work is acceptable and encouraged!)

Must be holiday themed, any winter holiday. Kwanzaa, Christmas, 3 kings day, Christmas, ect.

When posting mention the 12 days of fictmas as well as the hashtag 12 days of fictmas 2020

Tag all readers and writers!

As always we will run this December 1st -12th. You can let me know if you are interested in participating by simply commenting or drop me a message. Sign ups should be done by November 10th. (As always, if you want to participate and its past that, let us know.) After that we will send you a message with your assigned day.

If you are new to this event, or you just want to re visit years past, I have included links below. Happy holidays!

2018 2019

I am tagging everyone who participated last year and read. If you want to be added to the readers or writers list. Please let me know. Also some have since changed handles, please let me know who you are

@hopefulmoonobject @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens @zaffrenotes @cordoniantrash @burnsoslow

@Fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @msjr0119

@texaskitten30 @janezillow @the-soot-sprite

@mskaneko @blackcatkita @darley1101

@thecordoniandiaries @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719

@Leelee10898 @cocomaxley @annekebbphotography @brightpinkpeppercorn

@Drakeandcamillaofvaltoria @theroyalweisme @alj4890 @bbrandy2002 @cordoniansgonewild @god-save-the-keen @debramcg1106 @emichelle

Readers tag

@Dangerouseggseagleartisan

@innerpostmentality

@beardedoafdonutwagon

@desireepow-1986

@addictedtodrakefanfic

#choices 12 days of fictmas #12 days of fictmas 2020

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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The First Moon

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Summary: The first full moon with one Louis Lahela, as it became a tradition till the very end.

Rating: G/Fluff

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the storyline.

Word Count: 1849

A/N: Heyy!! I am finally writing-ish again for now! I havent been writing in a while and this is what I got so far! Uni has been busy along with the lack of inspiration and my scattered mind above all. I have lots of uni related stuff coming and, its definitely gonna take a lot of time. But... I will try to write as much as I could! And... OH is coming back, I am excited to see our surgeon again!! But, here is a fluffy family fic that just somehow came to me days ago as the moon has been shining so beautiful lately. I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes, and... I hope all of you enjoyed it! A special thanks to all my amazing friends here, you guys been amazing and I appreciate all of it.<3

Tags: @bitchloveskcbaseball , @storyofmychoices @jaxsmutsuo , @mvalentine , @princess-geek , @lahellacute , @kacie-0156 , @simp-for-villains , @annekebbphotography , @brycelahel, @mrsbhandari , @dcbbw , @choicessa , @choices-confessions , @aylamwrites , @fantasyoverreality98 , @drakewalker04 , @baltersome , @thecordoniandiaries , @thundergom @choicesficwriterscreations @starrystarrytrouble, @ohramsey , @kelseaaa , @rookie-ramsey , @bratzlahela , @ohvamsey

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525′600 minutes since one Louis Lahela been introduced to the world as a gift weeks before Casey's birthday. It was the greatest gift one could ever give, as they had finally been a family after all these years. They have been trying for years, for the chance to grow a family of their own. To have kids, to be known as parents.

Their life wasn't very much beautiful, but… the world where they had the chance to be together. The world where the medical world has bonded them together through a place named Edenbrook Hospital.

Their journey together wasn't as easy as people thought, they were obstacles before they found their own happily ever after which leads to a new beginning. From the secrecy of his past, her conflicts towards her personal feelings, the arrival of his past, and… several reasons that kept pushing them away. But, one day. It suddenly disappeared as she realizes her true feelings, as he didn't want to push it away anymore. They wanted to make it work, to be together, and…its true, if you are meant to be, nothing could stop you. And, they knew.

Years later, they finally had the chance to expand their small family as one Louis Lahela was born. It was a long procedure as Casey was put in labor for 25 hours. It was a painful process, as the risk was life and death. They knew the risk, they knew there was a chance for death. The small price to pay in the sense of motherhood, as Bryce held her hand through the pain. The sound of crying, as the room went silent. They survived. Casey and their newborn had survived, and… the tears that were falling down his eyes were the ones he never expected to fall. The one, that he knew was coming… but, he never knew that the tears as the moment he becomes a father made him cry. The one moment he never saw coming, as he moved on with his life. The moment where he left his past, to follow his dreams. But, meeting her. He finally found his new dream, to be with the one he loved the most. And, that person is one Casey Valentine. His wife, his soulmate, his best friend, his partner, and… his one true love. Forever and always.

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'Do you think he is ready for the real world, Bryce?' Casey asked as they were getting ready for their family outing. As they were a family of 3, instead of two.

'He has the confidence of his father, and the brains of his mother. I think he is ready for anything, aren't you?' Bryce uses his skills to make the baby smile, a skill that he mastered for this very occasion.

'That confidence might lead us to two troublemakers in the future, Dr. Lahela.' A smile on her face, as the Lahela family started on their first journey together.

'Then…. We might need to balance it out real soon.' Bryce replied with a wink, making her blush at the thought of expanding. They had talked, and they were both okay with either a big or a small family. And, Casey wanted a huge family. She never had many relatives as it was always been Dan and herself against the world. Bryce didn't voice out an opinion since Casey knows despite everything, he is going to be the best dad in the world. Either way, they are very happy with what they have now.

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The journey was short, as they arrived at the park. It wasn't as packed, as it was a weekday. A day where both doctors decided to take a day-off on their free days. It was a way Bryce suggested getting closer to him, as every second of the day. Louis is growing up to become his own man, and… honestly, he wasn't ready to bid goodbye to him once he graduates or to leave him in this world once his time was run out. He knows all of their days are numbered, he wanted to spend as much as he could before he was taken away from him.

They decided to settle on a picnic table, as Keiki joined in the festivities with her favorite nephew. Keiki held onto the picnic basket, as Casey held little Louis in her arms who was asleep soundly. They were shocked that he wasn't a fussy baby, as Casey remembers the story her mother used to tell Bryce before. The fact that she was a fussy one, always cried especially in her car rides.

Louis is different. His tears can be heard as he was welcomed to the new world. Besides that, he was known as a very quiet baby as he wouldn't cry.

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Their day was filled with baby-family fun activities, as they spend their day with each other's company. Keiki somehow has become apart of their small family, and Casey wouldn't have it any other way. Both herself and Keiki would have their girl talks session that either involves planning Louis's outfits or Keiki's life stories about an adolescent Bryce Lahela from long ago. As a bonus, they managed to capture a lot of their moments. All of the good moments that one day they can go back to, during a rainy day maybe.

Keiki excuses herself as the sun finally sets. Leaving the family of three, as the moon is shining above them. They were exhausted from the activities and, honestly…spending time together as a family made it much worth despite their jobs. All of the families were seen before had left, leaving them. The air was cold, as Casey slips onto Bryce's trusty jacket with their little bundle in his arms.

They found out that Louis was indeed a night owl, as he would often be awake during the early hours of the day. And, tonight was not different at all, as he was awake. He was fully awake in Bryce's arms, cooing at the unfamiliar sight which is not his cot or the sight of his baby room. It was entirely different as his eyes slowly follow the view, searching some familiarity until he was met with his mother's emerald eyes. Looking at him gently, as he was taken in her arms.

Casey gazes upwards, as the moon was shining brightly above them. The little boy in his arms jumps excitedly at the unfamiliarity as the parents can sense the love for adventure that was mostly from Bryce. She gave him an all-knowing look, as they are going to be two troublemakers in the house very soon. The small on his face makes her heart flutters as he placed a kiss on her cheek. And one for his little boy.

'Look, Louis look up!' Casey exclaims excitedly as she points the shining moon above them. Louis followed the gesture, as his eyes lands on the round moon above him. He jumps excitedly in her arms, as his gaze was glued to the moon above him.

'It's the moon little boy! It's a huge moon!' Bryce encourages along as Casey held Lil Louis in her arms who is jumping excitedly at the sight.

'Bah bah, moooh!' His voice sounded mimicking Bryce's words as his eyes gazed on the shining moon.

Casey felt herself tearing up a little at these small moments, the moments she heard a lot growing up. The moments where she wanted to have a family of her own when she was in high school. The moment where her parents told her, to not take it granted. These are the moments where she looked forward to. The moments where it was them against the world.

'It was his first time recognizing the moon, I think I know where he gets that side of his from..' Bryce's eyes narrow at her, as Casey was an astronomer lover at heart despite medicine being her life work. He remembers the little stories her mom used to tell him, about Casey's obsession in stargazing, and anything space-related. Her mother always thought that she would become an astronomer of her own, but... medicine was her destined path and she was proud of how far she came as Casey grew up becoming her best self, and now… the best mother in the world in his eyes.

'He might be the future astronomer in the family aren't you Lil Louis?' Casey said giving him kisses on his cheeks and all, as Bryce lets out a small laugh.

'Or.. maybe a surgeon?'

Casey shook her head,

'Nope, no more scalpel jockey's in the house. Anything but that.' Casey protests as Louis claps suddenly at the sight of a shooting star above them. Both of their gazes followed him, as a smile appears on their faces.

It was their first shooting star with Louis, along with the first full moon for one Louis Lahela. Hypothetically speaking. It was a start that they didn't even know they will ever get a year ago. Standing there now, it felt unreal as they were finally a family. Their wish had finally come true, as Casey knows hers had came true a long time ago, as she first laid eyes on one Bryce Lahela, as the rest of her life was history.

The shooting star above them was slowly falling from a far distance, as the family of three stood silently with the happy coos of their little boy was heard as both of them made their wish.

After a few moments, they opened their eyes. As his hazel eyes were met with hers, a wished was made in silence as they decided to return to their home. Little do they know, their wishes had finally come true, moving forward.

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They were more nights like these until the day fate had taken both of them away. Savoring their last moments together, as he lets out his final breath with Casey by his side, as Louis wished upon a similar shooting star years ago. Wishing to bring them back to the moment before, where he saw his first moon.

The first and the last as a family, he grew up becoming the person who both Bryce and Casey raised him to be; an astronomer with a gold heart. He also had two younger sisters who managed to follow his parents' footsteps, as Kailani followed their father's footsteps in becoming a surgeon whilst Alexandra followed their mother's footsteps in becoming a doctor in internal medicine.

The three siblings stood together, at the same spot years ago. The moon was shining above them, as the memories from their past emerge once more. It has been a routine for the Lahela family, as they would often visit the same spot in a few months for a small reunion or maybe…just a chance to relive the old memories once more, as the three siblings know that both Bryce and Casey are happily looking over them, with a proud facial expression at the two shooting stars above the three of them. Just the way it should be.

THE END.

A/N: Heyyy, its me! And I hope all of you enjoyed it! It was a sweet and fluffy one this time, since I am wanting some fluffy bryce content! But, the story kinda made me teared up especially towards the end, as it ends in a not-so happy way. But, its still a happy ending to me! Writing Bryce and Casey really bring me happiness somehow as all the stories were the fantasies that I had for a long time, and bringing it here. It felt amazing, thank you so much for reading once more! I hope all of you had a nice day! <3

#bryce x mc #bryce lahela #casey valentine #anotherbeingsworldwrites #open heart #imagines #moon #fanfics

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