#trh au fanfic

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Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

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

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

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

Word Count: ~2740

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

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

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

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Eleanor

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves... 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, yes. We know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, but it was…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom!" 

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

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

"Someone is always looking." 

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

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

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

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

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

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

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

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

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

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

I fire a text back to Beth. 

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

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

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

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

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

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"--don't have to know."

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

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

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

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

"We won't bring him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

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

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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ROLE SWAP HUNTER AU

Capitulo 1, parte 3:

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

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

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

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

Hunter reacciono rápidamente, lanzándose a por su libro.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AAAAAAND We found our culprit to the weird tags! It's the embedding of that playlist right up there. Why did it just start doing this a couple of months ago. *shrugs* What does this mean going forward? *shrugs* I do apologize for the unnecessary tags, though.

Another lovely MMM! Special thanks to all of our content creators for sharing with us their music inspo for their upcoming fics/recently released fics (Look for 📖--this means this fic has already been released and there is a link to link on!)! Remember to check these fics out, and while you're stopping by, be kind and leave a comment or a reblog!

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📖 “Bad Idea” - Loi; Reconnecting, from the AU When We Were Young [TRR AU; m!OC x f!OC (Jackson Nevrakis-Walker x Nichole "Nicky" Beaumont)]

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“Ruin My Life” - Zara Larsson; The Pact, Part 5 (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

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📖 “Meet Me at Our Spot” - THE ANXIETY; The Rotten Apple, The Best Part [TRH & Beyond; Eleanor x m!OC (Nico)]

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“Animal Farm” - BIBI; Nevertheless (TRR; Prince Liam x f!OC)

Bibingka (Foreign Affairs; Tatum Mendoza x nb!OC)

- “Used to Me” - Luke Chiang - “Bibingka” - Ben&Ben

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#5

A Trio of Tales

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

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

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

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

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspiration: Hearing Damage, Thom Yorke

Word Count: 4,571

Olivia

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

Everything is the same.

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

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

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

“It’s you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I should have brought Misha with me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I convince myself it’s hormones.

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

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#4

Late Night Drink

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

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

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

Word Count: 2,954

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s a liar.

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

I haven’t forgiven him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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62 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

Walk of Shame

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

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

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

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

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

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

Word Count: 2,000

Parts of this post are lemon-scented

Him

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m not drunk. Yet.

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

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

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

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

But I have to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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66 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

Black Drake Discourse

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

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

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

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

Why did I say that?

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

·         His father was killed

·         His mother abandoned him

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

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

·         HE was shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that screams privilege and entitlement to me.

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

PS- it's LGBTQIA+

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

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

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

Or maybe it’s just a Robin problem?

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71 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Acquittal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Song Inspiration: Way Down We Go, Kaleo

Word Count: 4,895

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

And the nights before that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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75 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

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Fight or Flight - Chapter 25: Parting

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Heir (canon divergent from the end of book 2)

Word Count: ~3300

Rating: R (language only)

Summary: Two months since The Walker Absconding

Author’s Note: Different perspective than I’ve written before, but an important character for us to check in with at this point, I feel. This series follows the Walkers, their friends, and Cordonia as a whole after they flee the country with their daughter during Barthelemy Beaumont’s attempted coup. To catch up on this series, check out it’s masterlist. (link can be found via my bio - sorry, Tumblr is once again not putting my posts with links in tag searches)

Bertrand heard many voices around him, but he honestly couldn’t begin to process a single word that was being uttered. People were moving about the courtroom, everyone seemed to be talking at once, but he couldn’t hear anything in particular. All he could do was sit there in shock.

This was a disaster. An unmitigated, complete, and horrifying disaster. He’d lost his title. He’d failed, not only in protecting the good name of House Beaumont, but in preventing his father’s machinations to wrest power for himself.

He knew his father was a harsh man, a man who prided himself on the reputation of House Beaumont, even if he did expect others to carry the burden of maintaining that reputation more than he would ever be willing to do. And Bertrand knew he wasn’t a loving or caring man at the end of the day. But still, there were things you simply did not do as a gentleman. Lines that should never be crossed. And staging a coup for the sole purpose of gaining more control and influence was not the action of a gentleman.

Liam had been a good king - a man who cared about his citizens. And while yes, his actions in regards to the Auvernese king and queen had been probably too passive given what was at stake for Cordonia, the fact remained that his motives were just and appropriate. Same with Lady Riley and her family. While Bertrand would never understand some of the choices she made, both as a duchess and as a parent, he knew that both her and Drake had no self-serving ambitions politically, and that they’d only agreed to raise Her Regency as heir to help out not only their friend, but their country.

What was Father’s goal here in the long term? While his thirst for power was apparent, Bertrand couldn’t fathom how he saw it ending. Even if Father won the Conclave and managed to install himself as Cordonia’s king, he would likely face significant opposition. A civil war, headed by Lady Olivia and the citizens of Lythikos, would not be outside the realms of possibility. Was the mere allure of the potential power worth that gamble? That seemed inconceivable, but if the past weeks had shown him anything, it was that plenty of situations he would have never predicted as possible could come to fruition.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, drawing him out of his spiraling thoughts. Savannah had moved from the first row of seats to stand next to him. She looked concerned, her brow furrowed and her lips pressed tightly together. He glanced at her delicate hand on his shoulder, her nails perfectly manicured, the same pale pink as the tweed suit she was wearing. She looked perfect, the way a duchess should at a legal battle, but that title was no longer hers.

Looking down, he took in her other hand, clutching Bartie’s hand tightly. All he’d wanted was the chance to spend more time with his family, but he’d gotten complacent. He’d given his father an apple, and he’d taken the whole apple tree. How had they gotten here, to this point, where everything felt like it was falling apart?

“I’m so sorry.” He shook his head as he glanced up to look Savannah in the eye.

She gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I know you fought as hard as you could. But, we should probably get going before…” Savannah trailed off, looking over his head.

Bertrand turned, taking in his father walking across the aisle towards them. He stood and spun to face him, shielding his wife and son in the process. He didn’t think that his father would try anything within the confines of the High Court itself, but Kiara’s warning to Savannah about how he was likely scheming and planning around Bartie had him a bit on guard. “What do you want, Father?”

Father raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Come now, Bertrand. I know you must be feeling somewhat burned, but this was for the best.”

“How was this for the best?”

Father shook his head. “Your loyalty is admirable, I suppose. But you shouldn’t let those feelings cloud your vision.”

“Father, if you think for one second-” Bertrand started, but Savannah nudged him in the back, cutting him off.

“Maybe this would be better to discuss at home?’ she asked, nodding towards Adelaide, Madeleine, Hakim, and Kiara, all of whom were standing just a few meters away. “This is a family matter, after all.”

“Of course, my dear!” Father gave a smile to Savannah that made Bertrand’s toes curl in his loafers. He clearly had plans for Bartie, and thought that Savannah might be amenable to that discussion. “In fact, why don’t we ride back to Ramsford together? I would love to spend some time with my grandson. I feel like I barely see him these days.”

“No, that’s quite alright,” said Bertrand, watching Savannah clutch Bartie’s hand a little tighter at that statement. “Maxwell is fetching the car for us.”

“But there is no need to-”

“We’ll continue this conversation at home.” And with that, Bertrand reached back and grabbed Savannah’s hand, tugging her along, out of the courthouse. They needed to get moving, get to the airport, get Bartie to safety. Spending even one more moment with Father seemed too dangerous to risk.

“Slow down, Bert,” Savannah said as they started down the front steps. “He can’t keep up.”

Bertrand paused for just a moment, taking a deep breath. As Savannah scooped Bartie into her arms, reporters swooped in around them. 

“Lord Beaumont, how does it feel to lose a title?”

“Why didn’t you return your father’s title to him once he recovered?”

“Will you still be opposed to Duke Beamont’s bid for the Conclave?”

“What are your thoughts on today’s events when it comes to Mr. Rys’ campaign chances?”

“Why did you think you were entitled to keep your father’s title?”

“Any words for the citizens of Ramsford?”

All Bertrand could do was shake his head, repeating “No comment” over and over as a barrage of questions, ranging from the cruel to the sympathetic, were shouted at him. He wove his way through the throng of journalists, clutching Savannah’s hand as firmly as he could muster, not wanting to be separated in this mass of people. At some point, Bartie started crying, no doubt overwhelmed and overstimulated by the crowd surrounding them, but eventually, they broke free. There was Maxwell, standing next to the car. He raced over to them, helping to shield Bartie from the cameras and microphones. Once they were safely behind the closed doors of the vehicle, Maxwell darted around to the driver’s seat. They’d agreed not to use a driver today, not risking anyone informing Father of their plans to meet Bianca at the airport. 

It was a tense ride. Neither Bertrand or Maxwell said anything. Instead, the car filled with Bartie’s cries from the back seat as Savannah tried to explain to him what was about to happen.

“So, you’re going to take a trip with Grandma, okay?”

“To the ranch?”

“Exactly! And you’re going to get to help her take care of all the animals. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“And Mommy will help too?”

Bertrand could practically picture the pained expression on Savannah’s face. He couldn’t bear to watch. Hearing this conversation was tortuous enough.

“No, sweetie. Mommy isn’t going on this trip.”

“Daddy?”

“No, this trip will just be for Bartie and Grandma.” Savannah’s voice cracked slightly before she was drowned out by a scream from Bartie.

“No!!!! Mommy come too!”

“Bartie, it’s a special trip for just you and Grandma. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

She was trying so desperately, but Bartie was now in the midst of a full-blown meltdown, screaming “No!” repeatedly at the top of his lungs. Out of the corner of his eye, Bertrand noticed Maxwell wincing, but he said nothing, almost acting as if he was unable to hear the toddler panicking in the backseat.

Bartie just kept sobbing, hiccuping as he struggled to catch his breath, but somehow still finding the air to continue to yell out “No!” by the time they pulled into short-term parking at the airport. As Maxwell went to the trunk to grab Bartie’s bag, Bertrand took a steadying breath, then climbed out of the passenger seat and into the backseat with his wife and son.

“Bartie, look at me. We’re going to see if Mommy can take the trip with you and Grandma. Is that alright, son?”

He watched as his son sucked in a couple shuddering breaths, tears pouring down his face. He opened up his mouth again, presumably to keep screaming, so Bertrand tried again to soothe him.

“We’re going to try and get Mommy a ticket, too. A trip for Bartie, Mommy, and Grandma. Does that sound better?”

Bartie sniffled and tucked his head against Savannah’s shoulder. Bertrand wasn’t sure if he was calmed by the thought of getting to stay with his mother, or if he’d mainly just worn himself out completely during the ride, but at least his son didn’t appear to be miserable anymore. He might have failed in his duty to his country, but providing his child with a chance for happiness had to count for something.

“Bertrand, are you sure?” Savannah asked, drawing his eyes to hers. “I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

Bertrand just nodded. “He needs his mother. You should be with him.”

“But your father-”

He placed a hand on Savannah’s knee, and gave what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. “He is going to follow whatever course of action he has planned. I’m not sure what else I can do to prevent it at this point. While I will always appreciate your support, dear, I know that our son needs you more than I do.”

Savannah blinked a couple of times before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Bertie.” She smiled at him, then moved as if to exit the car, but as she slid towards the door, she paused suddenly. “Why don’t you come as well?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you come with us to Texas?”

“I… I couldn’t possibly.”

“Why not?”

“I need to stay here and…” Bertrand trailed off, his mind racing as he tried to figure out why Savannah’s suggestion was impossible. But instead of his typical list of duties, his mind remained blank. The truth was, he didn’t have any duties anymore. He wasn’t a duke. He was just the son of a traitor, unlikely to be welcome in his own home once Father learned that he had sent Bartie off to a foreign country for his protection.

Still, it seemed wrong to flee. With all the upheaval and turmoil Cordonia would be facing over the upcoming months, could he really just leave? Would that make him a coward? Didn’t he have a duty to stay?

“I… Cordonia is just… and I need to-”

Savannah placed her hand on top of his on the seat, her touch mercifully interrupting his nonsensical ramblings. “You did all you could for our country, and I know you want to do more. But at the end of the day, I’m not sure what else you can do to fight your father. The High Court ruled in his favor.

“What good is staying here going to do? You don’t have a vote at the Conclave. The social season will be going on hiatus soon anyway - the apple harvest is coming quickly. Why not come with us and be with your family?”

Bertrand swallowed, trying to break up the lump in his throat. “I can’t let anyone else down, Savannah. I just can’t.”

She threaded her fingers through his and gave his hand a tight squeeze. “You aren’t letting anyone down, Bertie. And anyone that thinks that putting your family first is a problem can go pound sand, alright?”

All Bertrand could do was nod. Maybe she was right, or maybe he was just too spent and run ragged to fight her on this. The one thing he knew, though, was that her suggestion sounded more appealing than anything had in weeks, even if he would be spending the upcoming months trying to avoid upsetting Leona.

They climbed out of the car together and moved around to the rear. “So, a bit of a change of plans,” said Savannah, reclaiming his hand.

Maxwell glanced up from the trunk. “Did I make the right call in packing for three?”

Savannah let out a chuckle and nodded, leaving Bertrand wondering how Maxwell could have possibly predicted that they would make this decision. 

As if he could read his mind, Maxwell said, “By the time this is over, I’m gonna be the expert at knowing when my siblings are making a run for it with their kids. I had a bit more warning this time, so I have everyone’s passports and some basics all packed.”

Savannah dropped his hand and stepped forward, giving Maxwell a hug with one arm, Bartie still wrapped up in her other. “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Maxwell.”

Maxwell glanced over Savannah’s shoulder at Bertrand, so he gave his brother a nod. He hoped that Maxwell knew that his gratitude was genuine. Bertrand knew he was hard on him at times, but Maxwell had an uncanny ability to come through for those he loved in the end. Maxwell just nodded back, his gaze steady and sure.

“Alright, my man. Are you ready to take a trip with Mommy and Daddy?” Maxwell asked Bartie as Savannah pulled back, reaching up to give him a high five. Bartie nodded, but clung to Savannah tightly, clearly still upset about the earlier conversation. After a few seconds, Maxwell just ruffled his hair before he turned and started pulling bags out of the trunk.

“Okay, here’s your luggage, and here are your passports,” he said, passing Bertrand a stack of three blue passports with the Cordonian crest. “Now technically, you guys aren’t breaking any laws, but…”

“But what?” asked Savannah, swinging one of the bags over her free shoulder.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it past Dad to try and track you guys down, harass you, that sort of thing. Realistically, he’s gonna know where you're heading, but he has no legal authority to follow you or anything. Still, it probably isn’t wise to stick with the family cell plan, you know?”

Bertrand snorted. “Are you suggesting that we purchase burner phones like we’re drug dealers or common criminals?”

Maxwell just shrugged, then pulled two cell phones out of his pocket. “I dunno if those are the only types of people who need burners. I’ve found having one pretty handy over the past couple of months.”

The implications of his statement, the impact of seeing his brother holding one cell phone he’d seen countless times and one he’d never seen washed over him. He’d been so caught up in everything unfolding with Father, he’d never stopped to wonder if Maxwell had been in contact with Lady Riley and her family.

“You have been in touch with them! How are they? Are they okay?” The questions spilled from Savannah, her eyes wide and desperate.

“They’re as okay as they can be, given the whole, you know, fugitive thing. I’ve got them staying somewhere safe. I wanted to tell you but I-”

“No, I get it. I’m just glad to hear they’re okay.” Savannah gave Maxwell another hug, her eyes glistening just slightly in the setting sun.

“They are. Bridget even took her first steps two days ago.”

Savannah let out a sigh as she brought her hand to her mouth. “Can I… I mean, if we get burners, would it be okay for us-”

“-to call them? Yeah, I think it would be. Just text me your new numbers to my burner so I can warn them to expect your calls. They don’t answer for unknown numbers in case it’s someone trying to track them.” With that, Maxwell handed Bertrand a piece of paper with three phone numbers on it. “Top one’s my burner, next is Drake’s, then Riley’s. Only use these numbers from your new phones, though. We can’t risk any overlap, okay?”

Savannah nodded aggressively, and Bertrand tucked the sheet of paper carefully into his wallet. He’d been so focused on his legal fight with Father, he’d never even thought to ask Savannah how she felt about her brother or how she was holding up. Based on her reaction, it had clearly been weighing on her, but she’d never let him see it, probably not wanting to add to his burdens. He would have to make sure she had as much of a chance to talk to Drake as she wanted once they got settled in Texas. He could help her mother and aunt around the ranch, take care of Bartie, do everything he could to give her that uninterrupted time. It was the least he could do, after all she had done for him.

He helped Maxwell unload the last of the suitcases, but Maxwell stopped him from pulling out the final bag. “Actually, that one’s mine.”

Bertrand frowned. “Are you joining us?”

Maxwell shook his head. “Nah, I’m gonna stay in Cordonia. But I don’t really feel like Dad’s gonna be super welcoming when I roll in all by myself, so I’m gonna go crash with Hana at Valtoria, at least for a little bit. Leave on my own terms before he banishes me or something.”

“You can come with us, Maxwell. I’m sure Mom and Aunt Lee won’t mind.”

He just continued to shake his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. I want to be there for Liam when it all unfolds.”

A wave of guilt started to crest in Bertrand’s stomach, which Maxwell must have sensed, because he spun to face him fully. “Just as a friend. We’ve both done what we can as members of the nobility. That’s all out of our hands now, okay? You are fine going to Texas.”

Bertrand paused for a moment, then nodded, wrapping his brother in a tight hug. “Thank you, Maxwell. I truly mean it,” he muttered before pulling back and clearing his throat.

Maxwell gave him a warm smile. “I know you do. Now go, Bianca should be waiting for you inside. I warned her last week that she might have some company on the flight, so go get your tickets!”

A few last hugs were exchanged, but all too soon, it was time to head in. It was strange. Just a couple of months ago, Bertrand was planning on making this trip for leisure  not worried at all that he was leaving his father to carry on the duties of the Duke of Ramsford while he partook in a family vacation. Now, he was in a similar position, except the fear and anxiety over the circumstances had increased exponentially.

Was he really making the right call, fleeing to the United States in the midst of everything? As they walked toward the departures entrance, he glanced back, wondering if he should send Savannah and Bartie on their own. But he saw Maxwell still standing there, and when he caught sight of him glancing back, Maxwell nodded deeply and mouthed, “Go.”

Bertrand didn’t know if this was the proper and honorable course of action or not. Maybe a better gentleman would stay and see things through to the end. But for all his failures as a duke, he knew that he could at least do right by his wife and child. And if that was the only solace he could take at this point, he knew that leaving with them might be his only chance to do right. He couldn’t serve his king or his country the way he wanted, but at least he could serve his family.

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Wildflowers- Cordonian Ruby chapter 9

Pairing: Ruby Rys x Beau Larkin; Ellie Larkin (Nana); Olivia Nevrakis

Word count: 1,372

Warnings: mention of dead parents, mention of assassins

Summary: Ruby and Beau get married

A/N: This chapter took it out of me, I seriously need to stop setting myself up to write weddings ‘cause writing them is hell. (My muse thinks them up and then digs her heels in the sand as we try to write it.) Usually I’m done a day or two early and get a head start on next weeks chapter, this week that did not happen so I may have to take a week or two hiatus for me and my muse to bounce back and get back on track.

A/N2: A major thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading, editing, and pushing me. This would not be done without you and some crazy surge of inspiration. I love you boo! Thank you to my snippet reader @loveellamae who screamed appropriately.

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own Ruby, Galen, Lovett, and Beau, I’m borrowing Bastien and Olivia from PB.

Olivia gazed at Ruby, a soft smile on her lips as she took in the young woman before her. Ruby was a vision in the simple white wedding dress and braided bun with delicate blue wildflowers tucked between the twists. Even the cowboy boots that had made Olivia roll her eyes looked absolutely perfect on the young bride.

It was hard to believe that this was the same child that Bastien had rescued twenty-one years prior. Back then she had thought herself weak for fleeing the country, now she knew she had made the correct choice for everyone.

“You look stunning Ruby, as beautiful as your mother on her wedding day.”

“Thanks Mama,” Ruby gave a soft smile, “was she as nervous when she married my father?”

“She didn’t have time to feel nervous, there had been a few attacks, there was one, well two on the day your parents married.

The first one was when we were getting dressed, your mother kicked ass, got dressed and went and married your father. Then in the middle of the reception your mother and I were abducted, we managed to free ourselves from our bonds, but that wasn’t the end of our fight.

Your father came to rescue your mother and together they were a force like no other. They fought back to back and won, then we all went back to the reception.

You have the same fire in you that both your parents had, I can see it in you during every tournament.

You will be victorious in taking down Bradshaw, you and Beau have the same connection your parents had. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that together you shall prevail.”

Ruby nodded, she’d long ago gotten used to her mama knowing exactly what was bothering her without asking. While she was still concerned about the fight to come she knew better than to argue with the woman who raised her.

“Now that we have that out of the way I have a gift for you. I wish I could give you one of your mother’s pieces of jewelry but we couldn’t risk returning to the palace to retrieve them. We didn’t know how long we would have to escape before Bradshaw started to look for you.” Olivia looked at the small box in her hands, “while it’s not your mother’s I did have her favorite earrings replicated for you.” She lifted the lid of the box revealing four small round rubies clustered around a tiny pearl. “Your mother’s were gold and sapphires, I thought these would suit you better. Your father gifted your mother many pearl pieces, so it felt more fitting than gold.”

Ruby looked at the earrings in awe, tears pricking at her eyes, “they’re beautiful Mama, thank you.”

- - -

Ruby gave her appearance one final cursory glance at the sound of a soft knock at the door, “come in.”

“Oh Ruby,” Ellie said with a gentle smile. “You look absolutely beautiful. Beau won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

“Thanks Nana,” Ruby blushed at the older woman’s words. “for everything — hosting, allowing us to use your space.”

“Don’t even mention it dear.”

Ruby shook her head; Nana would always welcome anyone into her home and family. What if I fail, never see them again? I’m taking Beau away from them … She turned away as tears welled in her eyes.

“What’s got you down today?”

Ruby quickly wiped at her eyes, thankful for the waterproof mascara. “I just don’t want to fail. I’m taking Beau away and —”

“Hush now, none of that.” Ellie soothed, hands clasping Ruby’s as she pulled her to sit by her side. “First, you are doing no such thing, I knew Beau would be the first to marry since the day he brought you here.

The way he looked at you, and you looked at him, I knew he’d follow you to the ends of the earth.

Second, you won’t fail,” Ellie raised her hand as Ruby went to speak, “you might not succeed in regaining your country, but that doesn’t mean you failed.”

She brushed at her lavender skirt, “take it from an old woman, failing is not even trying, not losing when you’ve done everything in your power to overcome obstacles.

Crown or no crown, your birth parents will be proud of you.”

Ruby gave a grateful smile, “I needed to hear that.”

“I’m sure your mother has already told you the same.”

“She has,” Ruby nodded, “I don’t know it just seems different hearing it from someone else.”

“Oh yes, it’s harder to believe a parent.” Ellie patted her hand. “Now, I think it’s about time for your father to walk you down to my Beau.”

- - -

From the second Bastien walked Ruby down the grassy aisle to Beau time went lightning fast.

As she tried to recall the ceremony she was met with flashes of colorful wildflowers lining the aisle, and tied to the wooden arch. Beau’s vows to her were the only part of the ceremony she could remember; his heartfelt words touching her deeply.

Ruby, I never thought I would meet the love of my life when I was only seventeen. You have always surprised me and kept me on my toes from the moment we met.

You are the perfect mix of sweetness and knock you on your ass. There isn’t one thing about you that I would ever want to change.

You are strong and fierce and love with your whole heart. Anyone who is loved by you knows just how special that is.

You are selfless and kind and take every pain those close to you feel as your own without a second thought. You are amazing and you take my breath away every day.

Who knows exactly what our future will look like, but I know that together we can conquer any adversary we may face.

If there had been any remaining doubt in her mind that Beau felt forced to leave behind the life he knew, his words pushed all uncertainty away.

- - -

Ruby smiled as she finally scanned over the barn turned reception space. She could see small details that showed how hard Mama Jo had worked to blend her and Beau into the wedding in only a month's time. The quickness of the wedding felt natural, after five years together there was no reason to have a long engagement. Mama Jo really does know best.

Twinkle lights in mason jars hung from the rafters, small centerpieces of wildflowers adorned each table, the most surprising touch was the pressed wildflowers on each name card, only her mother and father knew she saved each and every flower Beau gave her in that exact way. She wasn’t usually one to be so sentimental but she couldn’t bear to watch the flowers he brought her wither and wilt, so she took to preserving each one.

She quickly looked away before tears could sting at her eyes. Today was a celebration, the last time she and Beau would be able to see most of their friends and family for the foreseeable future.

She let out a laugh as she spotted Beau dancing like a fool with her younger brothers to a pop song she couldn’t quite place. While Beau and Lovett danced like nobody was watching she noticed that Galen was a little more reserved as always.

She quickly crossed the large barn to the dance ‘floor’, her boots thumping against the wooden floor with each step. “Come on Galen, let loose a little,” she grabbed his hand lifting over her head and giving herself a twirl, “it’s a party.”

“Only for you RuRu.”

Ruby stuck out her tongue, “you don’t get to call me that … but I’ll let it slide just this once.”

“Whatever you say Ru-by.”

Ruby shook her head, allowing herself to get lost in the music she was positive Lovett must have picked. Her sapphire eyes sparkled as she danced around with her brothers and husband.

She watched as her family, both old and new, the people she always had and those she just found enjoyed themselves. She couldn’t help but think, maybe everything would be okay.

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The Rotten Apple 🍎 Masterlist

 The rate this idea is going I thought it deserved some separation from Their Hidden Pain.  As it has ties to  the similar beginning plot line  to THP, it has it’s own complete storyline idea from Ellie’s childhood growing up. 

This story is definitely intended for those who are 18+ as it will deal with mature themes, mental illness, assault, and character death.   Please take that seriously as if any of these are triggers for you.

The plan for The Rotten Apple is to be a mini series about my depiction of Eleanor Rys, who finds out at age 18 that her father is not who she thought he was. Her biological father is Drake Walker, who is currently confined to the palace jail for life for his crimes against women and the Crown.

Reading Their Hidden Pain to understand The Rotten Apple is not necessary, but if you decide to, it will give you more light into my Evil Drake character I have created, as these two characters are one in the same, and why Eleanor Walker is dealing with mental illness as well. 

Face Claims: 

Ellie Rys/ Ellie Walker:  Jurnee Smollett

Drake Walker: Henry Cavill

Nico Karahalios: Michael Rady

Liam Rys: Christopher Pine

Riley Brooks-Rys: Jasmine Guy

Eliana Karahalios: Anais Lee

Characters

Crown Princess Eleanor Rys / Eleanor Walker (Belongs to Pixelberry)

King Liam Rys (Belongs to Pixelberry)

Queen Riley Brooks-Rys  (Belongs to Pixelberry)

Drake Walker (Belongs to Pixelberry)

Nico Karahalios  (My Own Character)

Nic Karahalios (My Own Character) 

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Series in progress *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

Chapter 1:  The Rotten Apple 🍎: Part 1

Chapter 2: The Rotten Apple 🍎:  Part 2

Chapter 3:  The Rotten Apple 🍎: Part 3

Chapter 4: The Rotten Apple 🍎: Part 4🍋🍋🍋

Special: Rotten To The Core? 🍎

Chapter 5: The Rotten Apple 🍎: Part 5

Special: And A Rotten Apple New Year 🍎 : Part 1

Special: And A Rotten Apple New Year 🍎: Part 2

Special: And A Rotten Apple New Year 🍎: Part 3 🍋🍋🍋

Chapter 6: Unhinged

Chapter 7: Fall From Grace

Chapter 8: The Apple 🍏

Chapter 9: I Choose You

Chapter 10: Home Away From Home

Chapter 11: A Deal With God

Chapter 12: Rock Bottom

Chapter 13: Sincerely, Lady Liberty

Chapter 14: Finale Part 1: The Good Part

Chapter 15: Finale Part 2: The Best Part

Chapter 16: Finale Part 3: The Last Part

Chapter 17: Finale Part 4: The Wedding

Special: The Gift of Life

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[ao719]

Breaking Point Masterlist

Summary: A person can only repress so much before they reach their limit.

Warnings: This series may contain sensitive topics of conversation.

Pairing: Liam x MC

A/N: This stems from a few conversations about PB’s inability to let Liam acknowledge anything that he’s gone through. I wanted to let him be human. It’s set in the beginning of the two year time jump at the end of TRH3, prior to any knowledge of the Via Imperii, and follows the canon storyline of the TRR and TRH books, but from Liam’s POV.

Part 1 - I’m Broken, Tell You I’m Fine

Part 2 - I’m Hurting, But I Show No Sign

Part 3 - Come And Save Me Like You Did When We We’re Young

Part 4 - From My Lowest, Take Me Higher

Part 5 - I’m Not Friends With My Reflection

Part 6 - Through The Ashes And The Smoke

Part 7 - Say That You’ll Help Me

Part 8 - You Tell Me I’m Worth It

Part 9 - I Need Your Hand But I Don’t Want To Burn It

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Living Proof AU

Prologue: Heartbreak Hotel 

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Masterlist

Rating/Triggers: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language; some suggestive content; infidelity 

Synopsis: Liam is the powerful, smooth, move heaven and earth for your happiness type of man. Drake is the brooding, mysterious, sweep you off your feet type of man. Opposites but best friends. Two sides of the same coin. 

What happens when two opposites fall in love with the same woman? 

Pairings: MC x Drake; MC x Liam; Drake x OC

Word count: 964 (+/-)

Song Inspiration: lie to me (feat. Ali Gatie) Tate McRae

A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors. 

Disclaimer: Some characters & some scenes belong to Pixelberry. 

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Liam was the golden boy. The prince. Everyone loves him. Everyone cares about his happiness. He had it all. He lives in a god damn palace for crying out loud. A hair never out of place, custom designed Italian suits and every super car known to man, that was Prince Liam. Women batted their eyelashes and threw themselves at his Italian wingtips daily but Liam never looked at them twice. Growing up in the palace with torturous lessons and absentee parents would have hardened even the softest of hearts, but not Liam. Liam was kind and down to the Earth. He was trusting and hopeful. He was a double whammy. He could give you the world but also make you feel like you’re the only one in his world. 

Drake was the best friend. Professional best friend as the press liked to call him. He grew up alongside Liam but without the dripping opulence and the Aston Martins. His hair was disbelieved, denim button ups and manure caked boots were the limits to his fashion sense. He had faced the pointed fingers and the sneers from others at court. He was the hated commoner. The commoner who drank too much whiskey and rode on Liam’s shirt tails. Women didn’t throw themselves at him. Not the women he knew. He had a commoner education, the misplaced American. The misunderstood American. He was broody and angry never for any reason in particular, it was just who he was. He kept himself isolated from most people other than his close circle of friends. That’s the thing about Drake, he was a mystery. He would take a bullet for you and make you believe it was his fault. 

With Liam, the world was mine. With Drake, my feet never touched the ground.

Liam was a chance meeting. Serendipitous meet cute. We spent a night exploring New York City and falling in love. I fell fast and hard. I flew to a foreign country on the side of the world for a “maybe”. The landing was a soft fall from the heavens into the arms of a Cordonian God. 

Drake was a chance meeting too. He was with Liam that night in New York. It wasn’t serendipitous. He greeted me with annoyance and misunderstanding. I was a crown chaser like all the other women before me. We bonded over time. He was there when Liam wasn’t. I fell slow. Before I realized I was falling, I had already fell. It was too late. 

But they are best friends. Best friends since childhood. Bonded through their mutual experiences in their families. They were bonded over deaths of parents and attacks on their lives. Drake gave his future and life up to protect Liam. They were brothers, not by blood but by eternal friendship. A bond that could bend but never break. 

And then there is me. The lowly American. The girl that stole the princes’ heart. The girl with the shady past. The crown-chaser, the American harlot, the girl whose quick wit took his country by storm. The girl that the Prince offered that country too. The girl that watched her Prince become her King with another woman on his arm. The girl that fell into the arms of his best friend. That was the day my heart was torn in half.

And here we are. I am Queen of Cordonia. Married to my Cordonian God, the love of my life, King Liam. We share two beautiful children together. I am no longer the crown chaser with the shady past. We have a happy marriage and a happy life. I made a choice five years ago. I made a choice to leave the other half of my heart behind with the mysterious brooding best friend, the man now known as Uncle Drake. I made a choice not to destroy my life and Drake’s. But the pull remained between us. 

I couldn’t bear to break Liam’s heart, breaking Drake’s heart was the only solution. It was easier to watch him become a husband to someone else and father someone else’s children than it was to watch Liam ask someone else to marry him. Drake met Lindsay not long after Liam and I married. They married a year later. The smile on Liam’s face when Drake asked him to be his best man  made my heart store. 

Drake and Liam bonded over the birth of our daughter Ellie. And then again over Drake’s first child Jackson. The secrets between me and Drake had become buried so deep we nearly forgot it ever happened. 

                                                    Until now. 

Drake’s heavy breathing next to me makes me shudder and feel the shame I deserve to feel. The betrayal of my husband and his wife nestling deep within me. I shift in the bed of the hotel suite. Drake’s hotel suite. I reach for my dress from the night before from the crumpled heap beside the bed. The moonlight shining through the curtains is my only light as I frantically search for my belongings. 

I reached the door, Drake sat up from the bed as flung I the door open. My eyes widen at the sight before me. Liam sat on the floor. His back against the wall across from the hotel door. His blue eyes meet my brown eyes. Fear, panic, self loathing flash across my face answering every question Liam has. He slowly rose to his feet while I stood frozen in place. Drake reached the door behind me. 

The tears welled in Liam’s eyes. None of us spoke a single word. “Liam.. I…” I finally hear myself speak words. Liam shook his head letting a single run down his cheek. “Don’t Riley.” Liam bolted down the hallway as fast as his feet would carry him. 

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[sincerelyella]

So Close - Beautiful Monster Part 3

Book(s): The Royal Romance & Open Heart crossover (AU)

Pairings: Liam x Ella (MC); Ethan x MC

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Song inspiration: Beautiful Monster by Ne-Yo

Summary: Ella was stuck in between two men, Bryce and Ethan. When she had to make a choice, she ultimately chose Ethan … but he refused. Now what?

Catch up here –> So Close masterlist

A/N: An anon request that wanted an Ethan x MC x Bryce or Ethan x MC x OC scenario. This is what I plotted along with @dcbbw​​ and her brain 😘thank you so much Robin!

Warnings: Adult language; sexual innuendos

Word count: 1146

Greece, 2012

“Okay, Liam,” Ella slowed her steps and nervously looked around. “You said to wear ‘beach attire,’ yet I only saw a church, plants, and a bunch of … stone walls.” This is it. This is what my mom warned me about; beautiful psychos that woo unsuspecting women and murder them!

Liam let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the walls. “It’s just up here,” he gently tugged her hand to follow him. “I told you, I’m showing you places no tour guide will take you.”

Ella followed him slowly; he was so tall that she couldn’t see past his massive frame. She stared up at the stone walls and was so engrossed in the vegetation that she didn’t notice Liam had stopped walking. She ran into his back and let out a muffled yell. “Gaaahh!” Ella felt his muscled body shake with laughter.

“Are you okay back there?” He turned around, lifted her off the ground in a flash, and settled her over his shoulder.

Ella yelped. “Hey! You blonde giant! Put me down!”

Liam let out a loud laugh. “Calm down,” he gently pushed back her legs so she wouldn’t knee him in the face. “I wanted to make this go quicker; it’ll take you forever if you walk on those little legs of yours.”

“You jerk!”

The pair laughed together until they got to a small inlet between the stone walls. Liam gently lowered Ella to the ground and turned her body to face the little creek. “Ohhhh …”

“This is the Potami Gorge,” Liam walked towards the water and gently took her hand in his. “So, the building we passed on the way here is the Metamorphosis tou Sotiros Byzantine church.”

“It was so beautiful,” she murmured as she gazed at the water in the front of her. “So is this.”

“Let’s get in,” Liam suggested as he began to strip.

“W-wait, what’re you doing?” Ella’s eyes widened as he took his shorts off and deposited them on the ground. His plain black boxer briefs hugged his ass, and she audibly swallowed as her gaze traveled up his back, to his broad shoulders and muscular arms. “Umm …”

“You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Ella quickly removed her dress and shivered as a cold breeze blew through the gorge.

“Come on,” he picked up her hand again and guided her into the water.

“Ohmigosh, it’s … warm!” Ella laughed and looked around as her voice echoed down the creek.

“There’s a surprise on the other side that I wanted to show you.”

The two followed the narrow gorge, and it led them to a mini waterfall that was just a little bit taller than Ella.

“A waterfall?!” She squealed.

“Yes, a waterfall,” Liam grinned, and Ella’s knees went weak. Thankfully, Liam quickly reached out and caught her before she looked like a complete idiot. “Whoa, hey, did you trip?”

“… something like that, yeah,” she stared into his clear blue eyes. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured and gently took her small hand into his. “I wanted to say that it’s been an amazing few days with you,” his thumb stroked her knuckles, and he felt nervous all of a sudden. “And I wanted to tell you something.”

“What?” Ella could feel her heart beating in her chest just a little too fast for her liking. It made her dizzy if she was honest, and she couldn’t stop looking at his lips. Maybe if I just …

“I-” Liam’s sentence cut off as Ella stood on her tiptoes and covered his mouth with hers. They stayed that way for several minutes, Liam’s hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head as Ella’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Ella pulled away first, both of them breathless and panting as they stared at each other.

“Sorry,” she giggled nervously. “I just-”

Liam leaned down and captured her lips once more, and Ella sighed. Another few minutes went by before he slowly pulled away. “It’s fine,” he whispered as he stroked her cheek gently.

Ella smiled. “What did you want to tell me?”

“I’m not from here-”

“You’re not?” Ella frowned. “You speak perfect Greek.”

“I speak a lot of languages perfectly,” he chuckled and let go of her waist; he turned around so Ella couldn’t see his face. “I’m from a small country that’s governed by a King and Queen.”

“Wow! Do … all of the people look like you?” Ella clapped her hand over her mouth. “I mean-”

Liam let out a loud laugh as he turned back around to face her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just … you kind of look like a Greek god, okay? Don’t let that get to your head or whatever,” Ella rolled her eyes as Liam leaned over to laugh even harder.

Present-day

“Your boss?” Liam glanced sideways at Ella with a confused look on his face then quickly turned back to Ethan.

“Yes, my boss,” Ella said more confidently as she met Ethan’s gaze. “Did you need something?”

Ethan swallowed quickly to try to make the lump in his throat disappear. “I needed to speak with you,” he glanced back at Liam. “Alone, please.

Ella placed her hand on Liam’s arm and looked up at him as he looked down at her. “It’s fine; I’ll just be a minute.”

Liam turned his head and made eye contact with Ethan before stepping back.

Ella approached Ethan with her brow raised. “Yes?”

“I came to find you,” Ethan licked his dry lips nervously before continuing. “Our … conversation earlier. I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?” Ella cocked her head to the side. “Ethan, you drove over here for that? You could have just called.”

He shook his head. “I wanted to do it in person. I wanted to tell you I was wrong. Then I saw you kissing … him,” he frowned and focused his glare behind Ella to stare at Liam.

“I’d be nice if I were you,” Liam warned, his tone frigid as he stepped forward. “I was trying to give Ella her privacy since you’re her boss, but it seems as if you want to have a confrontation.”

“I’d advise you to mind your business,” Ethan spat. “I’m here for Ella, not for you.”

“She doesn’t seem to want to speak to you,” Liam calmly responded. “And you interrupted a moment we were having,” he looked over at Ella and smirked. “Bringing back good memories from Greece.”

Ella’s eyes widened, and she could feel the heat rising from her neck to her cheeks. Ethan noticed how flustered she became, and his eyes narrowed. “Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Liam shrugged. “We were having a moment to ourselves, and we’d like to continue-”

Ethan saw red and, within a split second, raised his fist and lunged towards Liam. He heard nothing but Ella’s scream.

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You didn't ask me

Book: The Royal Heir   Pairing: MC x Drake/Max/Hana Summary: What happens when Liam shows up on Milena (MC)’s honeymoon with a request, but she is not so eager to the idea as much as her spouse? Word count/Warnings/Rating: 1075 / None / G Author’s note: ❥ This is a late submission to @choicesficwriterscreations CFWC Female Characters Week prompt Day 4. Motherhood ❥I had this idea after playing Max and Drake’s route, and how it bothered me Liam’s ask >.< (I know PB is the guilty one, ok? But I had to write it anyway).  ❥Thank you @ladylahela for helping me with review and grammar, and how eager you were when I told you about this idea 💗 ❥I used the pronouns they/them and spouse to indicate the LI instead of use their names, because I think this one fits all of them. ❥ English is not my first language / The characters belong to Pixelberry. / Feedback would be very appreciated.

After a whole day with only one thing on her mind, Milena was leaned on the window of their room, at night, thinking about what happened earlier that day. When she had seen everyone arriving. At first she thought it was only her friends surprising her on the last day of her honeymoon, but it was only Liam throwing cold water on her plans.

She closed her eyes remembering his exact words after everyone had their greetings: “There's something I need to ask the two of you.” He looked between Milena and her spouse seriously before continuing. “I hope you'll consider it an honor, even though it may very well also be a burden.” Liam’s face fell a little. “As you know, I've yet to marry. This flies in the face of Cordonian tradition. At one point, I would have settled for any political marriage that Cordonia required me. But now, I've dared to dream my marriage might also one day be for love... Since I have no potential bride, and yet Cordonia needs an heir, to ensure the stability of Cordonian's future. There's one way around it... I'm allowed to appoint a newborn child of noble lineage as Cordonia's eventual heir, as long as the court approves. But external powers are pressuring Cordonia, and internally, the royal court is pushing for this to be resolved without further delay. This is why I'm here..."

And how eager her spouse quickly answered smiling, "To ask us... if our future baby will rule Cordonia? It would be an incredible honor."

Her fists clenched. How could they? She thought.

She took a deep breath and started packing her things, this was not gonna be something she would accept. A while later, she was lost in her angry thoughts she didn’t even notice when her spouse entered the room, she only felt when their arms came behind her encircling her waist. 

She pulled herself out of the embrace and said in a cold way. “I’m leaving.”

They smiled and added, “Of course we’re leaving, but not until tomorrow, babe. We still have tonight.” 

“No, we don’t.”

Her spouse was clearly alarmed by her tone and short answers, and looked at her with confusion in their eyes

She knew by that look in their face that if she didn’t say the word they would never realize why she was so frustrated and so mad with them. She took a deep breath and tried to say her piece as calmly as she could, “Let me remind you about two things.”

Their spouse waited apprehensively for what she was gonna say. What have they done wrong? So soon? They thought.

“First: do you remember how we used to say we’re going to do everything together?”

They nodded and added. “Always.”

She snorted at that answer but continued. “Secondly, since you forgot, let me remind you that before we married we only had a brief conversation about having kids on the balcony that night in Valtoria, but we have never settled a decision. And today you made a decision. You, and only you.” 

She approached her bag in the bed and when she was almost grabbing it, her spouse asked: “What are you talking about? I don’t understand…” 

Milena looked them in their eyes, anger that could be felt leaving her nostrils, in a way they have never seen before. “Have you thought about asking me, for a second, what I was thinking about Liam’s proposal? He asked and you just accepted it without even blinking! Not even a ‘let US think first’, Liam. You see? US, like you and me, but no, YOU just accepted it! Not for a moment thought about what I thought about the whole situation.” 

Without realizing she was yelling at them, out of breath, but she couldn’t stop now, she had to say everything that was on her mind the whole day, that was the time and she was not going to have a second chance to say it. 

“Milena-”

She kept going and didn’t let them finish. “If you were so eager to accept this proposal, find another woman who’s eager as you are. Because I’m not this woman.”

“Mi, please, I’m so sorry! Please-”

“No, you are not sorry!” She approached the door, put a hand on the door handle and looked back. “You know what?” She said more calm. “Don’t ever think I’m doing this because I don’t love you. Because I do. But I love me more. Have a good night. And in a few days you’ll receive the annulment’s papers.”

“No! Let’s talk about it, don’t leave like this Lena! Come on, we can solve this-”

Before they could finish, someone knocked at the door. “Is everything ok in there? We heard some yellings from downstairs.”

Milena clenched her teeth and opened the door. “No Liam, nothing is ok. And it’s great you’re here, so I’ll let you know already.”

Liam looked at Milena and the bag in her hands and her spouse with shock in his eyes. “What has happened? Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. And just so you know, Liam, my answer is no. I’m not going to have a baby to be your heir. Maybe they could have accepted.” She pointed towards her spouse inside the room. “But I was never really taken into consideration before they accepted your proposal. I’m not your heir production machine, and my uterus and ovaries are closed to have babies. I have never wanted to be a mom or a parent and this is not going to change now. So, if you want an heir, go and have your own heir or ask some of the other nobles.” 

She left the room and when she was descending the stairs she heard that Liam and her spouse were after her saying things she couldn’t understand, but probably trying to change her mind somehow. 

She looked back again, and there was Liam and her spouse looking at her still not believing she was really leaving them behind. She stated: “Oh and as a matter of fact, I’m also abdicating the duchess title. Give Valtoria to someone who really wants to be a noble, Liam.” 

She didn’t know what they were saying anymore after that, and honestly, she didn’t care, the same way they didn’t care about her opinion earlier. And with those last words, she left the house towards her new and unknown future.

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Fight or Flight - Chapter 24: Steps

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Heir (canon divergent from the end of book 2)

Word Count: ~4000

Rating: R (language only)

Summary: Almost two months since The Walker Absconding

Author’s Note: Well, it’s weeks later than I’d planned, but I’m back! Gonna be trying Tuesdays for posting, at least through the end of the year, due to holidays and whatnot. Thanks to anyone who is choosing to stick with this series. Fingers crossed for no more extended hiatuses!

This series follows the Walkers, their friends, and Cordonia as a whole after they flee the country with their daughter during Barthelemy Beaumont’s attempted coup. To catch up on this series, check out it’s masterlist. (link can be found via my bio - sorry, Tumblr is once again not putting my posts with links in tag searches)

Drake unlocked the door, tucking the sack of groceries under one arm as he nudged it open with his free hand. “It’s me, Walker,” he called out, not wanting to cause her any more alarm than hearing the door open undoubtedly cause. Even though they’d been in the house for almost two weeks now, there was still this underlying current of fear - that their location wasn’t actually a secret, that they would be found, that their family wasn’t safe.

Still, the house was a blessing. Hell, that was probably the biggest understatement of their lives at this point. Having a roof over their heads, to not be shuffling between hotels and campgrounds, provided this sliver of stability that they hadn’t felt in weeks. Each day that passed without a knock on their door from Greek or Cordonian authorities made things feel just a bit steadier. If this worked out, Drake knew they would never be able to pay Maxwell back, because this went so much further than money.

“We’re right here.” Riley’s words drew Drake out of his introspection. He glanced over into the living room as he shut and locked the door behind him. There was Riley, seated on the floor in front of the couch, with Bridget clutching her hands as she stood in front of her. Bridget turned to look at Drake and lost her balance, tumbling to the floor.

“I didn’t miss it, did I?” He carried the food into the kitchen, unloading the milk, chicken, eggs, and produce into the fridge.

“Not yet,” said Riley, raising her voice to carry to the back of the house. “She’s still a bit top heavy.”

Drake couldn’t help but chuckle. When they’d last gone to the pediatrician, a few weeks before their lives fell apart, she’d commented that Bridget’s large head circumference might make standing and walking slower tasks for her to master. And while Bridget now had pulling to stand and cruising down, she kept stumbling every time she tried to take a step forward, even with a little support from either of them.

Still, her first steps seemed like they were just around the corner as she got steadier on her feet day by day. Drake had been reluctant to leave, even for needed errands, fearful not just to separate from Riley and Bridget from a safety standpoint, but also worried that he might miss such a major milestone. But they needed food and supplies, and he was the one who spoke Greek. So, it just had to be done.

Leaving the non-perishables to be dealt with later, Drake joined the two of them in the living room, sinking onto the couch behind Riley. 

“You find baby gates?” Riley asked, holding her hands out for Bridget to pull herself up to try again.

“No, the owner of the market suggested heading up to Lamia for more stores.”

“How far away is that?”

Drake tugged his phone out of his pocket and quickly searched for the city in question. “Almost two hours away.”

Riley let out a sigh. “Well, that’s not ideal.”

It really wasn’t. In addition to food, formula, and diapers, he’d wanted to pick up baby gates for the top and bottom of the staircase today. Given that Bridget’s first steps seemed like they would come any moment now, it was a pressing need. Already, they had to keep her from crawling over to the stairs on a regular basis. As she got more mobile, it was only going to become more dangerous. And without credit cards, it’s not like they could order them online or anything like that.

“I did find a hardware store. I could pick up some wood, hinges, and latches to build a couple that would probably do the trick,” Drake said, watching Bridget fall on her bottom before reaching up for Riley’s hand again. “But if you would rather we drive up there and get some that were put together with actual safety specifications, I-”

“I trust you.” Riley tipped her head back as she cut him off, giving him a smile. “I know you wouldn’t say that you could make them if you didn’t trust yourself. That’s good enough for me.”

Drake couldn’t help but smile back as he felt his cheeks flush slightly. “Okay, then. Well, I’ll pick up some supplies on my next grocery run.”

“Sounds good, Drake.” Riley looked back at Bridget before continuing. “So, you explored the town, huh?”

“Yeah - a bit, at least.” Drake had driven through the few streets of Lidoriki, checking out the area. He figured that since they would be living in the area for the foreseeable future, he should at least have a bit of a sense of the closest village.

“Find anything interesting?”

Drake shrugged, in spite of knowing Riley couldn’t see him. “I mean, it’s small. There’s not a whole lot to see.” 

Riley just hummed in acknowledgement. It gave Drake this slight tinge of guilt. For so much of their time on the run, she’d been relegated to watching Bridget. Hotel rooms, the car, and now the house had been where she’d spent most of her time. It was such a reversal of their usual dynamic. She was the social one, the adventurous one, the energetic one. He was the homebody who would rather just be alone with his family. And while his Greek and his lower level of recognizability, particularly with his beard, made him the more practical choice, she had to be going a little stir crazy.

“Maybe you guys should come with for my next trip.”

“Is that… wise considering…” Riley trailed off. Bridget interrupted the silence, yelling “Fuck” as she lost her footing yet again.

“I don’t know,” Drake replied honestly. Riley glanced back at him for just a moment, so he gave a little shrug before she looked back at Bridget. “But I think that we’re going to have to let her explore the world a little bit. Particularly since…”

“Since we could be here indefinitely?”

Drake let out a sigh before he answered. “Yeah, Walker. It’s not realistic for you two to stay hidden away forever. Plus, it’s a small village. I get the feeling that the new guy who has his wife and kid locked up is going to attract more gossip and speculation than the three of us showing our faces together.”

Riley tilted her head as she let out a chuckle. “Fair point. Have people asked you a lot of questions at the market?”

“Just some basics. I think Marina warned some people about us, because an older woman today asked how my family was ‘holding up’ when she heard where I was living.” 

Riley let out a little gasp, but Drake slid a hand to her shoulder, massaging gently. “She definitely didn’t recognize me; it was only when I described the house that she seemed to have any idea who I could be. And she was very sympathetic, just seemed worried about us.” Drake definitely understood Riley’s anxiety over anyone possibly recognizing them. But depending how long Marina had lived here before them, it would make sense for her to have some friends who she told about selling the house. Hopefully, Maxwell’s story about hiding from a stalker ex was the right blend of earning them sympathy without people wanting to pry and ask too many details.

Riley nodded. “Okay, okay. I just…” She trailed off, letting the anxieties linger unsaid. It was hard to trust anything or anyone at this point.

“I get it, Riley. But unless she was as skilled an actress as Cassandra Leigh, I really don’t think she had any idea who I was. Other than the new guy, you know?”

She nodded again, her hair brushing against his knees as she did so. “Anything else noteworthy you found today?”

He paused for a second, running his hand through his hair. “I did see a bakery.”

Riley twisted around, an eyebrow raised. “Are you missing Maxwell so much that you needed to channel his spirit?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was more thinking that it might be an option for her birthday, but if you want to believe that Walker, feel free.”

She frowned slightly, leaning forward for a moment as Bridget tugged on her hair, helping her find her balance again before she spoke. “I… I hadn’t even thought about what we could do for her birthday.”

“Well, I think we’ve had a few other things to worry about.”

It was strange. Back in Cordonia, there had been plans in the works for a massive state affair for Bridget’s first birthday. There had been hours of planning with palace staff, a guest list that included hundreds of people Drake couldn’t pick out of a line up, and undoubtedly carried a price tag of at least several thousand Euros. The only honest preference that he’d expressed, which Riley had readily backed him on, was that the party fall on any date other than the fourth of October. They’d wanted to celebrate her actual birthday with the few people that genuinely cared about her as a person, not a princess. Now, they were getting a smaller guest list than even he’d wanted.

“Still, I should have thought of something for her.”

“We have a couple of weeks to figure something out, Walker. It’ll be fine.”

She nodded, keeping her eyes on Bridget. “You’re right. We could get her a cake, light some candles, blow up some balloons. I don’t know what we can do for presents. I don’t suppose there was a toy store in town?”

“No, I think that would probably be a drive to find. But she’s too little to care about presents anyway. It’ll still be good, Riley.” Drake dropped a hand down to her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. He didn’t want her beating herself up over not having all the traditional elements of a birthday party. He knew that given her childhood birthdays, she probably wanted to make sure that Bridget always felt loved and celebrated. Hell, she insisted on making him feel loved and celebrated on his birthday, and he was well past the age of caring about getting another year older. She was likely feeling guilty that she wasn’t able to go all out for their kid’s birthday, but under the circumstances, he figured any celebration should be considered a win.

Riley nodded in response. “You’re right, it can still be fun for her.” They both were silent for a few moments, watching Bridget bounce while clutching Riley’s hands, but then Riley spoke again. “It’s… it’s not wrong for us to celebrate, is it?”

She looked up at him, her hands still holding Bridget upright. Drake watched her try to find her balance as she lifted her left foot, but she tumbled into Riley’s arms. “Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, continuing to use her only word quite appropriately. She was so damn close to figuring it out. She was growing and learning, would be a whole year old soon. That had to be worth celebrating. But their lives were such a shit show, that his wife felt guilty over even choosing to be happy about that fact.

Drake swallowed, trying to put all his thoughts into words. It felt weird, probably because there was so little in their lives worth celebrating at this point. But, Bridget was only going to have one first birthday. And it seemed more wrong to not do anything for the day, even if it was just the three of them and a small cake.

“Drake?” Riley prompted, pulling Bridget up her chest, wrapping her in a soothing hug.

“I think that our daughter deserves a chance to smash her hands into a slice of cake, just like any other kid.”

Riley smiled, handing Bridget up to him before pushing herself off the floor and curling up on the couch next to him. “Me too,” she said, leaning her head against her shoulder.

Drake tucked Bridget against his chest with one arm as he wrapped his other around Riley’s shoulders. “Had enough of the trying to walk for today, Peanut?”

“Dada,” she said, grabbing his ear with a surprising amount of force.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she wants to try again later. She’s a stubborn one, and it’s like she knows that she almost has it.”

“Stubborn, huh? Where could that possibly come from?”

Drake’s teasing comment earned him a playful elbow in his side from Riley. “From both of us, and you know it.”

“Maybe,” he acquiesced, “but not this sort of stubbornness. That comes entirely from you.”

Riley twisted slightly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, so Drake kept going. “Your stubbornness is on a whole other level. It’s more determination than I could ever muster. It has a purpose. My stubbornness is more… assholey.”

“Drake… that’s not-”

“Nah, it’s the truth, Riley. You’re a force of nature.”

She shook her head. “Don’t sell yourself short, Drake. From where I’m seated, you’re pretty damn determined yourself.”

All Drake could do was roll his eyes. “I should have known you would be stubborn enough to fight me on this one,” he said, earning him another teasing nudge from Riley.

“Since this has all the markings of going on for a while, I will let you have it this time,” she said, leaning back against his shoulder as he shifted Bridget onto his knees, letting her push herself up and bounce. “But in exchange, I am gonna ask for a favor.”

“What is it, Walker?”

“Do you think you could work on teaching me Greek again?”

Drake turned his head and pulled back slightly, taking in Riley staring at him, her eyes surprisingly serious. After their wedding, Riley had asked him for some basic Greek lessons, but it had really been a half-hearted effort from both of them. Riley had never seemed that motivated to actually learn another language. Besides, she was prone to distracting him with wandering hands whenever she got bored. He knew that Hana had been a little more successful, but again, Riley had not been a very dedicated student. It had just seemed like it was never high on her priority list.

But priorities had shifted a lot over the past few weeks. Or maybe they were just clearer than they had been before. Regardless, it made sense that getting Riley at least conversational in Greek was now much more important. If they were going to be living here for the indefinite future, Riley being able to communicate without him acting as translator would be pretty damn useful. Besides, the goal was to blend in in this village. Both of them speaking Greek would absolutely be a key part of that.

“Sure thing, Riley,” he said. 

Riley smiled gently. “Thanks. You should probably start using Greek with her, too,” she said, pointing at Bridget.

Drake frowned. “No way, Walker.”

“Drake, we need to-” she started, sitting upright and spinning on the couch, tucking her legs underneath herself as she faced him fully. 

“Maybe when you have some more down, but I’m not gonna leave you out.” he interjected, explaining himself.

She shook her head. “We’re not the only ones who are going to be living here for the foreseeable future. She needs to be learning words in the language that people will actually be speaking around her. It’s not fair to deprive her of that just because I was lazy.”

Before Drake could even think up a response, Bridget started trying to slide off his knees, back down onto the floor. He placed her down, watching as she pulled herself up to standing using his legs almost instantly. She shifted and started slowly shuffling, cruising along the couch.

“Besides, it’ll be extra motivation for me to pay attention to what you teach me.” Riley’s quip caused Drake to glance back to her. She smiled and gave him a little shrug, so Drake just nodded.

“Okay, Walker. Okay.” He looked back in time to see Bridget tumble down as she let go of the couch cushion, but less than a second later, she was pulling herself back up again.

Everyone always said how much Bridget looked like Riley, but their resemblance went so much deeper than the physical. The resiliency, the strength, and yes - that stubborn determination. His wife and his daughter both had those traits in spades. Because much like Bridget was going to master walking on her own, no matter how many times she fell down, he knew Riley would face learning Greek with the same intensity. And no matter what they were facing, no matter what hell they’d been through already or would go through going forward, Drake couldn’t help but feel grateful that both the women in his life were never going to let anything keep them down.

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Olivia drummed her fingers against the bench in the courtroom, eyes roving over the other people seated there. High Court proceedings were closed to the press and the general population, but given that today’s case involved the power structure of a Great House, all the other Great Houses were allowed to sit in on the hearings. Rashad would also have been allowed to attend as the acting King Regent, but he wasn’t there. Olivia couldn’t begin to understand that decision.

Everyone else was there, though. Barthelemy sat with his lawyers on the far side of the courtroom, Adelaide and Madeleine in the first row behind them. Madeleine had tried to make eye contact with her at several points, but there was no way she was going to engage with her. Well, other than the middle finger she’d slid against her cheek when she was sure that she was trying to get her attention.

Hakim and Kiara were also on Barthelemy’s side of the courtroom, as was Landon, who sat near the back and kept checking his watch. Olivia supposed these proceedings were at a very inconvenient time for him, with Penelope’s wedding just a few days away. Either that, or he was nervous about something related to Barthelemy or House Beaumont. She watched him for a few moments, but he just looked vaguely anxious. She wasn’t going to get further insight into what he was thinking today.

On Bertrand’s side, it was just her, other than Savannah, Maxwell, and Bartie. Since House Rys was not a Great House, Liam’s presence in the courtroom was not permitted. Instead, he’d volunteered to take note of the media coverage surrounding the case. Olivia also wondered if it wasn’t a convenient excuse to avoid a several hour car ride from Lythikos to the capital together. Ever since he’d kissed her, she’d noticed he’d been quick to find reasons for them to not be stuck in the same place together. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

She knew deep in her gut that the mess that was that kiss was very low on the priority list. But as the weeks marched on, she had to wonder if just pretending it never happened was a mistake. She knew, based on the way they’d both been raised, that Liam’s instinct would always be to avoid uncomfortable emotions. Still, they were in a position where they needed to rely on each other completely. The fact that he now treated her more like a foreign diplomat than one of his oldest allies was sure to cause more issues down the road.

Olivia knew that sooner or later, she was just going to have to address it, tell him that given the circumstances, she shouldn’t have kissed him back. Hopefully, he would apologize and that would be that. The issue was going to be finding the right time to do so. At any rate it wasn’t going to happen today. Depending on the outcome here, there might be a lot of scrambling happening tonight.

The decision about who would be granted the title of Duke of Ramsford was expected from the High Justices today, but it was growing dangerously close to close of business hours. Olivia hoped that it all would wrap up today. She didn’t have time to come back to the capital again tomorrow. But after almost twenty more painful minutes of waiting, the side door opened and the usher stepped through. “All rise for the High Justices of Her Regency’s Court.”

Everyone stood as the five High Justices reentered the room, all filing in to their seats along the top bench. High Justice Questa was positioned in the middle, meaning she was the author of the official court decision. It honestly didn’t give much of a hint to the outcome, as Questa was considered the deciding vote on the panel. Everyone knew this was going to be a 3-2 decision, it was always a question of which way Questa would side. For all her reputation as no-nonsense, her choosing to author the court’s majority decision in this case made things shockingly suspenseful and dramatic.

Everyone in the courtroom, other than Questa, sat back down. The room was silent, the shuffle of papers in Questa’s hands almost jarring. She glanced up and nodded at both desks as the usher adjusted the microphone to her height.

“Alright, after review of the submitted briefs and testimony over the past week, the High Court has ruled in favor of Duke Barthelemy Beaumont. The full decision has been submitted for official filing, as has an opposition document authored by my colleague, High Justice Polmar. I will now read the summary for the High Court record.”

Olivia barely took a moment to take in Bertrand's slumped shoulders, Maxwell gripping them tightly as he leaned over and whispered something to Savannah before she stood, striding out of the courtroom without a glance back. She didn’t need to stick around to hear Questa deliver some cowardly decision, hiding behind the fact that Bertrand was only granted the title due to his father’s illness. Fuck that lack of moral fortitude to actually take a stand. She certainly wasn’t going to waste her time or energy watching Barthelemy gleefully revel that he was one step closer to wresting power for himself. She had better things to do.

She made her way quickly out the front doors of the High Court building, down the steps and past the throngs of reporters waiting for the official word. They would have it soon enough when the official court record became public. She wasn’t going to give them a sound bite. Instead, she zeroed in on Ray, who swung open the passenger door for her without a word.

As soon as he closed the door behind her, she let out a sigh and pulled out her phone, tapping the top of her contact’s list. She was nervous that the news might send him spiraling, but she knew he would be waiting for her call. Besides, the entire nation would know the truth soon enough.

“Good afternoon, Olivia.” Liam’s voice sounded stiff. She wasn’t sure if it was due to his anxiety over the legal proceedings or just his newfound discomfort interacting with her.

“Barthelemy won. Reporters are gonna know in probably less than five minutes.” Ray slid into the driver’s seat and rolled up the privacy divider without saying a word.

Olivia heard Liam sigh, but then the line was silent for a few painful moments. She braced herself, wondering just how he would  handle this set back. He’d been less of a wallowing mess recently, and Olivia hoped this wouldn’t undo all of that progress. “Liam?”

There was another brief sigh before he spoke again. “Well, we were preparing for this and Maxwell had warned us this was a likely outcome. I suppose this makes our time with Landon of higher importance. I’ll make note of what the pundits say and prepare a briefing for us.”

In spite of everything, Olivia felt her lips tug into something almost resembling a smile. He wasn’t floundering or overwhelmed or plain disengaged. He had his eyes on the prize. It was a step in the right direction - one that she could work with for now.

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[bobasheebaby]

Mama - Cordonian Ruby chapter 7

Pairing: Ruby Rys x Beau Larkin; Jo Ellen Larkin (OC)

Word count: 1,023

Warnings: just a little angst and fluff

Summary: Ruby and Beau talk to Mama Jo.

A/N: picks up the same day, a little after Beau proposes.

A/N2: sorry this chapter is short guys, nexts weeks will be longer. Want a little get to know you for Ruby and Beau this weekend?

A/N3: A major thanks @sirbeepsalot for all your graping, prereading, editing, and telling me when to let go. I love you boo! Thank you to my snippet reader @loveellamae who screamed appropriately.

Series warnings: character death, blood, surgical procedures done by non medical personnel, may go NSFW in the future. May contain gun violence, knife violence, threats, not sure how dark this will go. By requesting to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own Ruby, Galen, Lovett, and Beau, I’m borrowing Bastien and Olivia from PB.

Beau slipped his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together, pulling her from her daze. “You ready?”

“For your mom to hate me? Never.”

“She could never hate you RuRu.”

She rolled her sapphire eyes in annoyance, though she was unable to keep the smile from her lips. “You know that’s not fair!”

“Maybe, but I need to use whatever I have,” he leaned forward pressing a kiss to her forehead, “how else do I stand a chance against a queen?”

The smile slipped from her lips. “This was a bad idea, everybody is gonna hate me.”

“Ruby,” his voice and eyes soft and full of love, “I promise they won’t hate you. If anyone is about to be hated it’s me.”

“How do you figure?”

“AnnaBeth is gonna be so mad that I’m gonna have a title.”

She fought to keep the laughter bubbling in her from spilling out. “Stop making me smile all the time.”

“Why would I want to do that and miss out on the beautiful sight.”

“You are such a cheeseball!”

“But I’m your cheeseball.”

Ruby shook her head. How could I have ever doubted him for a minute? “Okay,” she sighed, as much as she wanted to hide in the truck for eternity she knew she needed to face her fears or she’d never be able to serve her people as queen. “Let’s get this over with.”

- - -

Jo Ellen placed her wooden spoon next to the stove and turned as she heard the back door swing open. Her eyes narrowed, though the weight in her chest lightened. “Beau Larkin, care to tell me why you rushed out of here like a bat out of hell?! You left in such a hurry you forgot the ri—” she trailed off, her voice softening and turning to confusion as her eyes landed on Ruby. “Ruby!” Her eyes darted between Beau’s sweetheart and her son. “I thought you two were having dinner with the Johnson’s.”

Beau gave a half shrug and scratched the back of his neck. “Uh — where’s dad?”

“Oh no Beau Larkin, you are not going to get out of explaining to me why you gave me a near heart attack!” She pointed towards the kitchen table, “sit and explain.”

“Mama Jo, maybe it would be best if we waited for Papa Lou.” Ruby said, her stomach so tangled and twisted in knots she wasn’t sure she could explain to Beau’s parents twice how she was taking him away.

“Lou is helping Pop, now tell me what I want to know.”

Ruby chewed her lip, eyes welling once more with tears as she sank into the closest chair. “Beau rushed out because of me. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

Jo Ellen felt her heart sink with worry as she slowly lowered herself into a chair. “Ruby dear, what’s wrong?”

“Ruby’s parents gave her a letter from her biological parents, she was worried about my reaction.”

Jo Ellen looked at him inquisitively, unsure what could upset her son’s girlfriend so deeply. “Okay.”

“I’m a queen.” Ruby blurted, quickly covering her mouth with her hands.

Beau softly rubbed circles along her back. “She means that her parents were royalty and killed in order to seize the crown. Ruby was worried about my reaction, she plans … we plan to hopefully take it back. Her parents said it would take at least a month to plan before we could leave so I don’t know exactly how …”

“I’m sorry Mama Jo.”

“She’s worried you’re going to hate her because she’s putting me in danger.”

Jo Ellen gave Ruby’s hand a comforting pat. “Now I know both of you well enough to know that this one,” she nodded towards her son, “isn’t innocent in this.”

“Thanks mom … but yea I told her I couldn’t live worrying about her and screwed up all my plans and proposed.”

“Beau Larkin, you did not propose without a ring!”

“Ruby was so worried that I’d hate her, I couldn’t wait.

Mom, I’ve never seen her so broken. I wasn’t sure how else I could make her understand just how much I love her.

It’s a little unorthodox but not unheard of and I did get her parents' blessing.”

“Wait … is that why Papa kept saying it would all work out?”

Beau smiled squeezing her hand, “I think he knew that nothing could stop me from asking you, not even a title.”

“Well I guess we have a wedding to plan.” Jo Ellen chuckled at her son and future daughter-in-law’s stunned faces. “I understand why you both need to do this, and I’m proud, even if I’m also scared out of my mind that something will happen to you.

While I support your decision, I cannot and will not accept my only son getting married without his momma.” She stood, pulling a black velvet box from her apron pocket, “I’m going to go call your Nan … tell her to send your father home,” she placed the small box in front of her son. “You forgot this.

Ruby, I’m so excited that I will get to call you my daughter.”

“Thanks Mama Jo.”

Beau pulled Ruby into his side, kissing the top of her head, “see? Nothing to worry about.”

“Did we really just agree to a wedding in a month?”

“Do you want to go against her?”

“No … it just seems so fast, but not soon enough.”

“I know what you mean … I was, am ready to spend my life with you, but everything is happening so fast.” He lovingly brushed her hair back from her face, “I won’t lie, I’m worried about what will happen, but I also believe in you.”

He picked up the ring box, “Ruby I love you so much and know that we can face any obstacle that may come our way,” he opened the box revealing a white gold band with delicate Celtic knots on either side of a modest ruby, “together.”

“It’s perfect,” Ruby whispered as he carefully slipped the ring on her finger. “And you’re right, together we can accomplish anything.”

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[lovemychoices]

The Lost Prince - TRR AU [Liam x MC] Mini Series - Chapter 4

After being married for three years and unable to produce an heir, Liam and Riley are about to give up when Liam gets an unexpected news that changes his life forever.

Genre : Romance, Drama

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET!YEET!

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2k ++ ish.

Chapter Summary: 6 months later

A/N : One more chapter to go and then an epilogue! Sorry I couldn’t put the keep reading option since I’m posting via phone. Anyways enjoy.

WARNINGS : GUN VIOLENCE AND CHARACTER DEATH

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

Catch up with other chapters HERE

6 months later...

The sound of the bustling staff parade through the halls of the Cordonian palace as they get ready for what was going to be a memorable day for the country. Liam sat in his office going through some proposals that required his attention before he had to get ready for tomorrow's big event and he was excited because it’s going to be Theon’s official debut as the crown prince of Cordonia.

When they first brought Theon to Cordonia six months ago, the press would not stop hounding them. Apparently someone tipped them regarding the King returning to Cordonia with his illegitimate son. Between retaking the paternity test as demanded by half the council and the couple trying to help Theon adjust to his new home, things weren’t as easy as they thought or at least it wasn’t at first. Luckily Theon adjusted quickly to his new life, he began to grow on Riley the more time they spent together and loved him like he was her own son.

4 months ago..

Riley sat in front of the dresser putting on her moisturizer, she smiled as she saw her husband's reflection in the mirror as he entered the room. “Is he finally asleep?”

“Yes, we didn’t even make it halfway through the story.” Liam replied, walking up to his wife giving her a kiss on the forehead. Riley lets out a soft giggle. “He must be tired from our picnic by the lake this afternoon, we had quite the adventure.”

Liam took her hand and kneels beside her, his head tilted upwards, eyes gazing into hers an adoring expression on his face. “Thank you, Riley.”

“You don’t have to thank me Liam, I love spending time with Theon.” She replied with a genuine smile.

Liam shook his head. “It's not just that, it’s for everything else. You’ve been so supportive of Theon and of me. I know it’s not easy helping raise someone else’s son.”

“To be honest Liam, I was afraid at first. I didn’t want to make Theon think that I was replacing his mother. I was afraid he might hate me because of that but it’s quite the opposite, he is a very sweet and kind boy just like his father. And I love him just as much as I love you.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that and I think Theon cares about you too. He wouldn’t stop going on about his time with you today.” He beams. “We’re both lucky to have you Riley.” Riley gave Liam a thoughtful look before broaching a subject that’s been on her mind for quite some time. “About Theon, I know we never talked about it because you probably just wanted to spare my feelings but I think you should speak with the council and declare Theon as your legitimate heir and the official crown prince of Cordonia.”

Liam’s expression is somewhere between surprise and joy. “Riley, I don’t know what to say. Are you sure about this? But what if we have a child someday?” Riley smiled, taking his hand and giving it a warm squeeze. “Then I will still stand by my decision, Theon will be the next heir of Cordonia. Also, I think it’s time we file the paperwork and make him an official Rhys.”

Liam beamed his heart filled with happiness at that moment, he scoped Riley in his arms and twirled her around, making her giggle. Liam gave her a kiss on the lips. “You don’t know how much hearing this from you means to me. How can I ever repay you, my queen?” She grinned mischievous at him. “I know one way you can start.” She gestured towards their luxurious king size bed. “As you wish my queen.”

Present day.

“Knock Knock.” A voice calls out from the entrance of the office door, Liam lifts his head and sees Maxwell peeking his head between the gap of the door. “Mind if we intrude for a little?” Maxwell asks beaming.

“We?”

“Stop blocking the door Maxwell and go in already!” Drake growls, giving an eye roll. The two enter, Drake holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand while Maxwell saunters towards the bar cart grabbing a few glasses. The two take a seat opposite Liam. “Thought we could use a drink to celebrate.” Drake mentions as he opens up the bottle of whiskey and pouring it into the glasses. “Drake is that the vintage whiskey I got you for your birthday last year?” Liam questions him.

“Yup, only the best for special occasions.” He beams, taking a sip of the expensive amber liquid. “Where’s Leo? I thought he’d be here by now?”

“His flight got delayed but he and his family should be arriving at the palace in an hour.” He replies, giving both gentlemen a curious look. “Have any of you seen Riley?”

“I saw her with Hana, talking final preparations a few moments ago. Apparently Madeleine has been missing all day for some reason so Riley and Hana are picking up the slack.” Maxwell answers with a shrug. “We’ve been trying to call her all day but no answer.”

Drake snorts a laugh. “She probably heard Leo is coming and is trying to avoid him and Amara.” “I won’t fight you one that answers.” Liam chuckles, taking his phone on the desk to text Riley.

Liam : Hey is everything going ok? Drake and Maxwell told me about Madeleine suddenly being MIA.”

Riley : I have most things under control, by the way can you have Maxwell meet me and Hana at the east wing?”

Liam : Alright, I’ll let him know.I Love you my Queen.

Riley : I love you too my king.

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Riley giggles at the text she got from Liam, even after all these years being married she still gets butterflies whenever her husband tells her he loves her. It was an hour past noon and Riley still had a lot of arrangements to take care of before Theon’s big day, things that should have been done by Madeleine had she not decided to suddenly go missing. Luckily for her she had friends who were more than willing to help her out.

“Riley, I’ve talked to the baker, they’ll have the cake delivered tomorrow two hours before the event and Olivia has just arrived, she’s going to meet us at the kings office.” Hana informs Riley as she saunters towards her beaming. “And I’ve talked to Bastien, he already has the guards stationed everywhere in case anything happens.”

Riley lets out a sigh of relief, looping her arm with Hana’s. “Thanks Hana and I’m sorry I got you roped into all this, especially since you’re in your last trimester.”

Hana chuckles gently placing one hand on her 8 month pregnant belly. “It’s fine, besides i could use some exercise. Now common, Maxwell should be waiting for us at the east wing right now.”

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While Liam and Liam were hanging out at the king’s office and Riley, Hana and Maxwell were busy going through some last details, Theon was in his room at the kings quarters playing with his favourite stuffed lion.“Rwww!” He roars, jumping in front of his nanny. She acts surprised and gives an exaggerated gasp. “Oh no! A fierce lion is going to eat me, whatever will I do?”

“Lancelot the Lion isn’t going to eat you. He is here to protect from all the bad people. Lancelot the brave is what they call him.” He said, his expression stoic.

The nanny chuckles. “Well then, We must be really lucky to have him on our side.” Theon nods beaming then continues to run about the room with his stuff Lion. “Be careful young prince, we wouldn’t want any bumps and bruises before your big party tomorrow.” She reminds him, shaking her head then continues with her reading.

A little while later the doorbell to the quarters rings. The nanny closes her book and puts it on the side table before heading for the door, when she opens it and is greeted by one of the king's guards. “Package for the queen, his royal majesty requested I send it here.”

The nanny gives her an inquiring look, she’s never seen this one before, must be one of the new recruits that came last week. “I’m sorry I’ve never seen you before, where is Mara?”

“Mara is my senior, I am currently training under her and she asked me to bring this over while she runs something with Bastien. Something about the last security details before the big event tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, this box is quite heavy.”

The nanny hesitates but nods and steps aside to let her in. “You can put it over there.” She gestures towards the white marbled island. The king's guard enters, placing the box on top of the island. “Is that all?” The nanny asks.

The king's guard takes one look at her, a wicked grin curling at the corner of her lips. “Actually there is.” She said reaching for the inside of her blazer and pulling out a gun with a silencer attached, shooting the nanny dead straight in the chest without another word. The woman sneered as she hovered over the nanny, watching as she lay on the floor lifelessly bleeding out. “Pathetic.” She scoffs, taking off her wig letting her real hair flow down her shoulders, she starts peeling off the silicone paste from her nose and cheeks. “Now onto the next business.”

She heads upstairs to where Theon’s room is located, when she opens the door she sees him still playing with his toy. He turns around when he notices her walking over towards him. “Hello Theon, would you like to play a little game?” She sneers, a glint of wickedness in her eyes.

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Back at the king’s office, the two men were still seated with a glass of whiskey in hand chatting when Riley, Hana, Maxwell and Olivia entered the room. “Ah I knew the two of you would still be here.” Riley said as she sauntered towards her husband, leaning in to give him a soft kiss before turning to Drake. “I’ll have a glass of that if you don’t mind.”

Drake chuckles. “You sure look like you could use one.” Riley and Hana lets the men get up to speed on everything they have been doing since they found out Madeleine decided to go missing this morning for some “urgent business.” A little while later they are interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in.” Liam states.

The door opens and in walks his assistant with his hand folded behind him. “Your majesty, Dr Suri is on the other line. She wants to have a word with you and the Queen.” Dr. Suri was the new gynecologist they started seeing a week ago. She was highly recommended by Hana and since they were going nowhere with their old doctor they decided to try this one. But no one except their friends knew about this. The doctor suggested that Riley and Liam have another test done to see if there was something the old doctor missed.

Liam gives a nod and the assistant walks out of the room. The rest of the gang give each other a knowing look. “We should head out, the two of you might want some privacy.” Drake mentions.

“No it’s fine Drake, we could use the moral support for whatever the result is.”

The couple give each other a comforting look before pressing the speaker on the phone. “Dr. Suri, it's King Liam and Queen Riley, are you calling about our results?”

“Yes, I’m sorry to bother both of you. I know our next appointment is not for another two weeks but I think this couldn’t wait. The two shared a worried look, Liam holding onto Riley’s hand giving it a comforting squeeze. Both hoping it was nothing serious. “Is it something we should be worried about?”

”Goodness nothing of the sort. The two of you are perfectly healthy, the reason I’m calling is because I found high levels of estrogen and progesterone in her majesty’s blood system. If you don’t mind could you send me a picture of the supplements you’ve been taking these past three years? Not the bottles but the pills inside them.”

Riley raised her eyebrow curious, the others also made the same expression. “Sure, would you give me a minute, I have them in my purse.” She quickly grabs her purse and takes them out from a small pill organizer then takes a clear picture and sends it to her doctor.

“I’ve received your photo.” She acknowledges. “And it’s as I suspected. Your majesty you’ve been taking birth control pills instead of folic acid this entire time.” An air of silence filled the room, everyone was shocked by the news. All this time Riley thought there was something wrong with her when there wasn’t it was the pills that were the problem but still she had to ask. “Are you positively sure doctor?”

“I am, I’ve been doing this for more than two decades and I can assure you these are birth control pills not folic acid. I suggest you speak with the person who was in charge of handling your medication.”

Liam and Riley share a knowing look. “Madeleine.” They mutter in unison. Madeleine was the one who was in charge of getting Riley’s supplements and vitamins. In Fact she herself insisted on it not even Riley’s assistant was allowed to get them. “I always knew that bitch couldn’t be trusted.” Olivia spat.

Suddenly Bastien barges into the room, starling everyone, a worried expression on his face. “Apologies for your majesties for barging in like this but something happened in the king's quarters.”

Liam jumps out from his seat, his heart racing. “What happened Bastien?!”

Bastien gives Liam a regretful look. “One of the staff went to the king's quarters to bring the prince his lunch and found the nanny laying on the floor in a pile of blood. She had been shot in the chest. And the prince, he is missing.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 10.17.21

Another Sunday Funday is  upon us!  Work still has been crazy, but I did work a little bit less in this past two weeks, not by much.  Fortunately I have got some writing done,  we’ll unveil that in a few.  Sorry I’m not posting as much as I was, but I hope I can start posting more soon. 

As always, I know tags can be crazy, but here’s what chapters I’ve posted in the last week or so.

University Student Ellie:  Skipping Across The Pond

Greek Meat: A Family Vacation Part 2⛱

Thanks for the tags @mrsnazariowritesagain and @khoicesbyk​

A/N: Mia’s 🌎 World took  a turn I wasn’t planning on, if you enjoy the weird on Netflix, it has a Locke & Key meets The Flash sort of vibe. Both have episodes dealing with mirrors, and there is some influence there. 

Here’s my new /old stuff I’ve updated.  I did let our good pal DW take first chair on a couple of things.... You’ll see.  

Original post : 10/17/21 at 3:03PM EST.

The Rotten Apple 🍎

Their Hidden Pain  one shot / Creepy Campfire Tale 2021

Pairings: Liam x Riley  / with past pairing  Riley x Drake

The Book: TRH

Status: Still in the writing process

"I haven't seen you since the day you locked me in here. That was over five years ago. What do we owe this honor, King Liam?"

Liam stepped forward, his eyes revealed nothing in that split second before he punched Drake.

Drake hit the floor rubbing his face for a moment, spitting out blood.  Of all things, Drake laughed.

"We've really got to stop meeting like this Liam."

Liam grabbed him, pulling him up from the floor before he hit him again.

"You think this is a joke?!"

Drake laughed harder, as the hits continued.

"My daughter! All these years…."

Drake was barely conscious after Liam finally had tired himself out from hitting him.   Bastien stood only watching as he had been instructed to do.  

“What does this have to do with……” Realization flashed into Drake’s eyes.

“She’s not your daughter is she? She’s my daughter. Ellie Walker.”  

Liam’s eyes finally revealed his pain.

“Don’t you call her that!!!!”

“It’s who she is!!!!!  This fucking monarchy, they can’t even be honest with the King. These are the people you surround yourself with King Liam. They knew the crown needed an heir, so they let you two believe…. You had already conceived one. But you didn’t.  That’s so ironic, I really did beat the King of Cordonia to the promised land. Your precious Ellie, is not yours.  She’s mine.”

“She’s nothing like you Drake!!!!  Nothing but light and love has surrounded her life since she was born.”

Drake laughed again.  

“She’s nothing like me?  When have you ever known a tree that is rotten to produce good fruit?  And I’m the delusional one on medication?  Just you wait, King Liam.  Just you wait.”

The Antique Mirror

Mia’s 🌎 World / Creepy Campfire Tale 2021

The Book: TRR x The Freshman

Pairings: Mia x Jaiden  (TRR MC x M!OC) / Chris x Emily

Status: Still in the writing process.

The old woman shook the money in her hand one more time looking at Jaiden.  He glanced at the money and then at Mia.   Mia wanted the mirror and he wanted to make her happy.

“We’re keeping it.”

Jaiden and Mia took the mirror home, cleaned it and painted it and the next morning Jaiden hung it in the bedroom.

“You could even use it like a vanity mirror.”  

Mia loved that idea. But it seemed a little too much.  He’d find Mia staring at herself in the mirror for hours at a time, almost entranced by it.  

Several Weeks Later

She sat that evening looking at her reflection, softly brushing her hair when she noticed it.  Her reflection had a smirk to her lips.  But Mia wasn’t smirking.

Mia put down the brush, as did her reflection, but the smirk still remained.  Mia touched the side of her face as did her reflection, feeling her face was not in a smirk.  

Peering closer at the mirror, Mia’s reflection winked at her.  

“What are you?”  she asked.

Mia reached her hand to the mirror, when her fingers touched the glass the eyes of the reflection changed glowing red.

It grabbed her arm pulling her inside the mirror.  Mia passed through the glass feeling it cold standing up on the other side of the mirror.

Mia shockingly looked around the world  that was a mirror image of hers, as this other thing, that looked exactly like her, eyes changed from that sinister glowing red, to her normal brown, and was sitting in the outside world. In her world.

“I’m you now.”  It said to her.

Below Ground Zero

Just The Way You Are: Chapter 17

The Book TRR x Perfect Match

Pairings: Liam x Riley / Hayden x Kai (Hayden!M x Kai!F)

Status: Still in the writing process.

Jaiden knew he was going to help get Riley into a support group so he started looking around and emailed a few counselors.  

Janneth ran a group at a local church and asked him to meet with her.  

“It’s noble you’re trying to help your sister in this way.  But if she’s not ready for this, you can’t make her be ready.”

“I feel like we’re all walking on eggshells around her.  She needs people who truly understand what she’s feeling, and though we’re all trying, we don’t know. We don’t know what she needs.”  

“Let her tell you Jaiden.  Sometimes it’s just silence, sometimes it’s just knowing if she needs something that you’re there for her. But I feel you're determined to get her here, is she leaving the house at all currently?"

"No."

"Then this shouldn't be the first place you bring her. Take her to someplace that she associates with happy memories like a place you two have been together, then start taking her to other places. Get her into a routine.  This is not going to be easy for her or you."

It took several weeks of gentle nudges, but finally Riley was sitting in the support group in the back  and the meeting was about to start.

“What if I can’t handle staying the whole time?”

“We’ll just leave Riley.  It’s okay.  But I think this will help you, and I’ll be with you the whole time.”  

Unfurled

The Days The Earth Stood Still: Part 6

The Book: TRH

Pairings: Riley x Nico / TRR MC x M!OC / with past pairing of Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Riley had already fed William and sent him to bed.  She had just finished her second bottle of wine when he came through the door with Alex.  Nico immediately sent Alex to his room so he wouldn’t see Riley’s level of inebriation.

“Riley, where is the party?”

He looked at the empty wine bottles sitting on the table, as Riley stood walking towards him, her gait wobbly.

Riley drained the remaining wine from her glass in one gulp, setting it on the bar.

“So, I’ve had a revelation.”

“I should take you to bed, you’ve had way too much to drink.”  

“No need.  I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”

“Sure of what?”

“The biggest mistake I ever made in my life was marrying you. Thinking you actually loved me.  But I can fix that.   I want a divorce, Nico."

"No Riley. Baby, you don't mean that. Where is this coming from?  We love each other. You love me, and I love you."

He kissed her lips softly pulling her close, gently playing with her hair.

She pulled away from his touch.

"You love me?!?!?!?!?  Nico, I loved you. I trusted you. I chose you.  I chose you over Liam!!!!! And you cheated on me. You have a five year old son with another woman. Nico do you love her?"

"Riley…."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes."

Being that she might actually have some free time, she quickly texted Drake.

Toga Party

The Book: TRR

And So We Met Chapter 2

Pairing: Riley x Drake /  Riley x Liam / Liam x Hana

Status: Still in the writing process

Riley: My professor for my first class looks like he’s going to be a no show, Do you have time to meet me for hot breakfast in the dining hall  if he doesn’t? 

She hit send, putting her phone down, Drake was always fairly quick at responding back to her.

At ten minutes past the hour students left Riley thought she’d wait for minute eleven so there was no debate whatsoever.  As Riley was heading towards the door, Drake texted back.

Drake: Can’t, my professor showed up. You're lucky! Doesn’t mean you can’t still go.  

Riley: I know that. 😊 See you at lunch then?

Drake: I'll meet you at the Quad at 12. 

Drake: ⚠️🍆👍🍋👀🔥🙈

Riley: What?

Drake: Dropped my phone!

Riley: Interesting set of emojis for teb2rneykkeyhtg4rh

Since Riley was glancing down at her phone she didn't see him, he tried to weave out of her way, at the last second she took one small step to the left putting her right in his path and he ran smack into her.  

Professor Rys looked completely disheveled.  His white button down shirt was  untucked and there looked to be a smudge of  brake grease on  his shirt;  a bit of it  was also on the side of his face.

“Guess I missed my window, it looks like Miss Brooks? Why are you still here?”

“I gave it eleven minutes as to which there would be no debate.  You could say you were here by ten minutes and thirty seconds, technically that’s still ten minutes. At least in my book. Minute eleven would make me leave.”  

“Touche Miss Brooks.”  

“You have a little brake grease on your face.”

He rubbed the spot where he thought it was and smeared it.

Riley laughed. “Now you made it worse.”  

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