#Falliam frenzy

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Falliam Frenzy

Week 2

“Can I hold your hand?” or “It’s okay to cry.”

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The Weight of Remembering

Prompt written for the Falliam Frenzy Week 1 — “please stay” CW: mentions/depictions of (mild) PTSD, also SPOILERS from the most recent episode, as this is supposed to come in canon after it’s ending.

She had never seen him angry before. Annoyed? Sure. Disappointed? Whenever she took one of her vendettas a little too far (which … was more often than she’d ever admit out loud). But not angry. Never angry. Liam pushed Adam like he was trying to kill him with a simple shove — like the weight of his world depended on it, and Fallon realized that to some degree, it probably did. He remembered — remembered more than her, than the life they had started creating together before it was taken away from them. He remembered the accident that wasn’t really an accident, the accident that Adam had …

“Oh my god.” Fallon murmured, her chest tightening like it was about to break in two.

He was going to kill her brother if she didn’t stop them — push him into the still blazing vineyard below. Fallon lunged, pulling her husband - turned fiancé - turned boyfriend off of him, not because she cared what happened to Adam (truth be told, there was a part of her that wanted to just … let this play out), but because she couldn’t bare to lose him again. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being placed under arrest and taken away from her, or getting injured and forgetting again, or the slim chance that Adam would overpower him and that he would …

“Liam … Liam!” She shrieked over the ringing in her ears.

He wasn’t just angry — he was fucking furious, his entire body vibrating with the intensity of his memory returning all at once. Liam glowered at the gaunt man she was forced to call her brother, his hands clenched into fists, his jawline tense.

“It was him, Fallon.” He snarled. “He hit me over the head with that flowerpot. I … I could have died. I could have …!”

She felt his intent to attack again before he was able to initiate the action, placing herself firmly between the two men. Adam stayed cornered between Liam and the charcoaled vineyard below, dabbing a trickle of blood coming from his nose which was surely broken now.

“Liam.” Fallon tried again, placing either hand on his shoulders, eyes wide and silently pleading.

He looked at her like she was a stranger, and it brought back the remembrance of when he really couldn’t remember her. Tears prickled in the corners of her deep blue eyes, and Liam …

Liam broke, and would have plummeted to his knees were she not to catch him. She brought them down together, pressing him firmly into her shoulder and holding him, and listening to him cry, and maybe even shedding a tear herself. They didn’t speak — hardly moved save for his shuddered breaths and her entire form trembling with some amalgam of anxiety and pure, unadulterated despair. She didn’t cry, though. Fallon had trained herself long ago to compartmentalize what she now categorized as undesirable emotional baggage.

She wished she hadn’t.

At some point during the commotion, she saw Adam sprint out the barn and into the shadows, but she didn’t care — not right now, anyway. All that mattered was him — Liam. His hands came to clench the back of her coat just below her shoulder blades. Were it any other moment, she would have shaken him off, warning him of its delicacy and expense. That thought process was thrown to the wayside as she continued to cradle him, replaced by a slew of “it’s okay”’s, and “I’m here”’s, and “I’m so sorry���’s.

“It was him.” Liam murmured again. “It was him.” Over, and over, and over, and …

Fallon felt the fire’s heat before she smelled it. She craned her neck to see the blaze beginning to overtake the wooden barn, and without being fully cognizant of what she was doing, she sprung into action.

“We have to go.” She ordered, pulling Liam off the ground and shoving him towards the far door. “Now.”

Liam wiped a layer of sweat from his forehead, hiccuping like a child, but complied. With Fallon supporting practically his full weight against her shoulder, they barely escaped before the infrastructure collapsed under the weight of the flames — crackling morosely. Some morbid part of her couldn’t help but consider it a metaphor for the trajectory of her life. That thought was taken over by the flashback of what had happened just over a year prior. It played behind her eyes like a projector — paralyzing her as she watched it happen in front of her once more — the stable house went up in flames, almost taking her with it, and succeeding in charring her already dead step-mother..

“Cristal.” She hissed in a bout of confusion, taking a step towards the barn, only to feel strong arms around her waist, and to hear her name from somewhere beyond the fog of her traumatized mind.

“Fallon …? Fallon!” Over, and over, and Jesus if either of them had to say the other’s name one more time, Liam thought he might implode.

Fallon shook her head, lightly tossing her loose curls from side to side. Her balance swayed as she met Liam’s concerned stare. “I…”

“You’re ok” He mumbled into her hair, recognizing it as his turn to take care of her, as he waited (hell, practically expected) for her to break down.

All Fallon could do was feel guilty — so fucking guilty, as she once more managed to make it all about her. She shook him off of her, tensing her shoulders and putting up her bravest front, before stalking off towards the car and letting herself into the driver’s side. Liam came to sit next to her, his eyes still puffy, and now streaked with concern and a little confusion. She couldn’t hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds before she turned her blue eyes towards the ignition and focused on the hum of the Porsche’s engine.

“I can drive if you want.” Liam half offered, half whined, but it only made her push the throttle into drive and barrel off down the road faster than even she had intended.

They drove in relative silence, Liam marveling at the extent of his memories returning. He thought about his childhood, his mother, the first time him and Fallon had ever …

Fallon, on the other hand, tried her best to keep her mind blank for fear of Cristal polluting her mind’s eye. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles went white, and she found some semblance of solace in the way it made her palms tingle. Liam had always known her to be a … how could he put it kindly … a fucking batshit crazy driver … but this?

This was different.

The speedometer hit 100 before they had travelled more than a couple seconds from the rubble, and it only continued to go up from there. Liam tried to mask a the sigh of relief he expelled when he realized that they weren’t actually leaving Carrington property — just going from one portion of it to another, and so the speed that Fallon Carrington was traveling didn’t actually matter. The relief didn’t last long, though, because despite the legality of her speed no longer being a factor, it didn’t change the fact that their lives still hung in the balance.

The road to the main entrance of Carrington Manor stretched before them like a goddamn funeral procession — perfectly manicured trees lining either side of it for as far as the eye could see. When they finally pulled into the circular driveway, two maids opened their car doors, both asking what had happened, and if they had seen Adam. The couple shared a fickle look, Liam deferring to his girlfriend’s judgment on how to handle the matter. In true Fallon fashion, she ignored the help, breezing past them and heading directly for the stairs in the main hallway, not without adding a promise that there would be hell to pay if she was followed.

Liam stopped short, and it’s like she could feel his pause, because she looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes, and calling “not you, Liam”.

She wasted no time in shedding herself of her matching green Gucci coat and dress, crumpling into a heap on the foot fo her bed in a bout of exhaustion … and nothing but her bra and underwear. Liam stood precariously in the doorframe of her room, watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had seen her naked close to, if not a million times (as he had only recently come to remember). There was something decidedly unsettling about her not stripping completely, because it meant that this wasn’t an act of sexuality or seduction, which meant that it was … Oh shit. Vulnerability was rare in the heiress, and save for the times that he had hurt her, or rather, when his memory had betrayed him, it wasn’t something she allowed anyone to see — especially him. Fallon grit her teeth, feeling his eyes practically burning holes into the profile of her face. Burning …

The stable house. Cristal’s body going up in flames. Smoke filling her lungs. Her father’s arms around her waist, carrying her out and —

“Hey.” Liam’s tenor snapped her out of her thoughts. She didn’t know when he had come to sit next to her, but there he was, tenderly brushing a few misplaced pieces of hair off her forehead. “You ok?”

“Are you?” She countered, raising an eyebrow pointedly, almost harshly.

Liam smiled, his silver eyes glinting in the early evening light. “I remember.”

So do I. She thought bitterly, but held her tongue before the words could topple from her lips. His remembering should be positive, but truth be told, the admission hit them both like a pile of bricks. Fallon studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. She sat up, kissing his cheek, then resting her head on his shoulder. Liam placed a hand on her bare thigh in return, stroking his thumb back and forth, and reveling in the smoothness of her skin. Her hair, usually sweet with the scent of lilac and primrose, was masked by the scent of charred wood, rubble, and sweat. It didn’t take him long to recognize that he probably smelled of it too.

“I am so sorry, Liam.” The waver in her voice caught him off-guard. “I am … I am so so sorry.”

He shook his head, moving his hand from her thigh to cup her cheek and lift her gaze towards his. “Hey.” He murmured steadily.

Fallon didn’t expect the smile that spread across his features, but there it was — gentle, and precarious, but still present. It crinkled the corners of his eyes, and made his dimples protrude, and her heart fluttered in return.

“I’m here.” Liam promised. “We’re both here.”

They would stay like that for longer than either of them realized, holding each other’s gaze like the world might crumble if they looked away, and if he was being honest, Liam wasn’t totally certain it still wouldn’t. He was there, and he did remember, but a twinge of anxiety gurgled at the base of his stomach, because for how long? He wouldn’t say any of this to her — he knew better than to scare her like that. It was in part because he loved her too much to place that burden on her, but mostly because he had seen what the fear of him forgetting again had done to her, and he’d rather not have a repeat. He smiled, remembering the way her mouth popped into an “oh” shape as she stepped on the hunting rifle and it sounded with a loud bang. Fallon’s brow furrowed.

“What?” She puzzled, her curiosity quickly giving way to concern.

Liam shook his head before kissing her forehead delicately. “You.” He breathed, rubbing a smudge of soot from just above her left eyebrow. “Just … you.”

Warmth spread through Fallon’s frame, providing her relief from the low ache her joints had grown used to over what had otherwise been an impeccably stressful day — even by Carrington standards. She tried not to let it be fleeting, tried to suppress the thought that she needed to find Adam.

Find him, and then fucking murder him for everything that he had put them through — that he had put Liam through. 

He didn’t know when she fell asleep. One moment he was stroking her hair, tangling and untangling his fingers in the curls at the base of her skull. The next she was snoring softly (something that he had never heard her do before … at least that he could remember … he decidedly liked it), her weight going limp against his torso. Liam tilted his chin to get a better vantage of the woman in his arms. She looked so … peaceful. God he didn’t know if he had ever seen someone look so peaceful. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelashes fluttering delicately, her hands pressed between both their chests and grasping the cashmere of his sweater.

Liam smiled again, unable to help the butterflies in his stomach, because he remembered — remembered watching movies in the Carrington’s personal movie theatre for hours on end, and the way the light of the car windows dappled her pale cheeks while they drove through downtown Atlanta. He remembered the way she pursed her lips when she was angry, and tilted her chin when she proved her business savvy, and the way she bit the inside of her cheek when she was trying desperately to stifle her laugh — which she hated, but he absolutely adored. He remembered forcing her to attempt a ropes course with him one time, only for her to immediately vow that she would never ever do it again (“This is for middle schoolers,” She had whined before adding with a flirtatious, teasing smirk, “and man children, I guess.”)

He remembered the first time he told her he loved her — the mixture of fear and adrenaline it surged through her eyes. He remembered the first time he slept over, and when she asked him to marry her on the Lake Carrington.

He remembered the spike of pain as the flowerpot shattered against the base of his skull. He remembered his vision going white, then purple, then black. He remembered forgetting, and that scared him most of all, because …

Fuck. If he could remember forgetting, what was keeping it from happening again?

He felt her shift in his arms, letting out a muffled sigh. Liam laid back, taking extra precaution not to jostle her into consciousness. He loved the way she felt against him — loved the way she brought her leg over his and she burrowed into the side of his body, and the way her breath leveled when he pulled her closer. Liam studied the woman, bringing a finger to trace across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, her lips, her chin, all the way down her neck and to the dip of her collarbones, but not daring to go any further. He wouldn’t forget her again. He didn’t know if he could survive it, and he sure as hell knew she wouldn’t. Liam shut his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers like it was the only thing keeping his head from falling off and rolling across the linoleum floor.

“Please.” He whispered, pleading to his own subconscious in a way that would have previously mad him feel utterly insane, but now was the only thing keeping him from coming undone at the seems.

“Please stay.”

[mrsfallonridley]

Summary: After a long house hunt, it's the first night in their new house. Fallon and Liam have another heartful pillow talk (mostly about their new little friend, Connor). 

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"please stay"

Huge thank you for @ladysantebellum and @fallonsliam for giving me an opportunity to express myself and the best work they did with organizing this event. I suck when it comes to tumblr so it isn't look so pretty as I want but I hope you will enjoy the content.

They came back to the Manor from The La Perla party. It was just after 11 pm. The night wasn’t perfect, her mother’s presence and Jeff Colby weren’t the perfect addition to the perfect first date, but Fallon had fun with Liam tonight, but obviously Liam didn’t. Something definitely was on his mind what made him sad and pensive.

“It was really nice evening.” Fallon said with gentle yet seductive smile on her face.

“ Yes, it was.” Liam answered, but Fallon could sense that something was wrong with him. Liam mumbled something what sounds like “goodnight”, he kissed her cheek and then he turned around and went to his room. Fallon walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She didn’t know what went wrong. She was lovely and sexy and she didn’t say anything stupid like she used to when she was around boys she likes. And she definitely likes Liam and she thought he liked her too.

Fallon took a quick shower, dried her hair and she put on lingerie, nothing sexy, just classic but this could affect Liam’s imagination. She went to his room. The door was partly open. She opened it and walked into.

“Knock knock.” she said with a smile, but that what she saw wiped the smile from her face. He was packing his things.

“ What are you doing?”

“ I’m packing.” Liam looked like a child caught on candy’s stealing. He didn’t expect Fallon at this time.

“ Our contract is clearly saying that I should leave the manor till midnight. It’s almost 12.30 am so I need to hurry up cause I missed deadline.” he quickly came back to being charming and amusing.

“ Don’t worry, I won’t call out our bodyguards to throw you out of the gate. You can stay here till morning.” Fallon smiled widely and sat on a bed.

“ You also can finish packing at the morning. “ Fallon added so that there would be no awkward silence between them.

“Thanks Fallon, but I’d rather do it right now. In the morning I will make sure I took everything.” Liam came closer to bed and looked at Fallon. She was thinking that he wanted to touch her or maybe even kissed her and then it hit her. She realized she was sitting on his clothes. She stood up and sat next to them. She felt her cheeks blushed. She is Fallon Carrington, she’s never blushed. But the heat of her skin proved that she wasn’t completely herself when Liam Ridley was near. But he seemed to not seeing her shame, he was still absorbed in packing his stuff.

“ You wanted to leave without saying goodbye, didn’t you?” she said sadly and when he raised his head, she knew he could sense the sadness in her voice.

“No, of course not.” he replied but this was the most dishonest answer she’s ever heard.

“Liar.” Fallon felt a metaphorical needle sticking into her heart. She’s never felt it before. Not even with Culhane, but with guy whom she knows a few days.

“ I wouldn’t go without goodbye.” Liam stopped packing,set his backpack on the floor and sat next to her on the bed.

“ I could not do it to you. But I think we both know it’s time for me to go.”

“ Didn’t you enjoy our date?” she knew she sounded a little bit desperate but she didn’t care about it then.

“ I did Fallon, really. I did enjoy our date. It was a wonderful night and also the last couple of days.” maybe unconsciously but he laid his hand on hers and squeezed.

“ So what is wrong?” she said. She looked deeply into Liam’s eyes. Her sight let him know that she would know when he would lie again. He took a deep breath and said.

“ I started to feel something for you Fallon. Seriously. I don’t know what exactly it is but I know it’s something.”

Fallon couldn’t see herself but she was sure her eyes were shining and her face was more red than before. She smiled shyly. Liam’s face was completely different. He didn’t blush like a virgin teenager. His face was tense and Fallon could barely read any emotions from it. He squeezed her hand more tightly.

“ Also I know that I couldn’t start nothing serious with you knowing that I lied to you since the beginning.”

“ What are you talking about? Is it a joke?” Fallon wrenched her hand free.

“ That woman, who we met in church on your grandfather’s funeral had right. She was old coworker of my parents John and Laura. “

“ Wait a minute.” Fallon stood up and came closer to the windows. “ That means your name is…”

“Jack” Liam said. He wanted to get closer to her but she stepped back.

“ Why did you lie in the courthouse that you are Liam Ridley? “ she reached her hand in front of her to let him understand that she didn’t want him to get closer to her.

“ I didn’t. “ Liam knew he screwed up and Fallon was angry at him. He needed to calm her down and made her listen to him.

“ Please, let me explain everything.” he stepped away to give her space.

“ You have two minutes. “ she folded her arms.

“ Please sit down” Liam came to her and he pointed to the bed. She decided to sit but she tried to avoid his touch. Liam understood her intention and kept his distance. Fallon sat on the bed and crossed her legs. She sent him eloquent look to let him know he could start talking.

“ Clock is ticking, one minutes left.”

“ Okay “ he sighed and he knelt in front of her. Fallon recalled her business class about body language.

He gave her a sign humbling himself before her that he gave up his resistance and he wanted to be completely honest with her.

“ My full name is Jack Liam Ridley Lowden Van Kirk. My parents are John Lowden and Laura Van Kirk - shareholders of Van Kirk Industries in New York.” Fallon raised her eyebrows and she looked at Liam’s face and it seemed like he didn’t lie. She heard about Van Kirks. They are rich and powerful like Carringtons, some big and small scandals. Maybe she even heard about his Liam’s parents, maybe Blake met them a couple years ago.

“ Okay but why you introduced yourself as Liam Ridley?”

“ I changed my name a few years ago. My family’s mess very complicated my career and also my personal life. I’ve decided to cut myself off of them, started new life with new name and crystal clear card in Atlanta. Now I’m officially Liam Ridley. But some people still know me as Jack Lowden. People like Julia Haart or...”

“ Julia knows who you are?” she interrupted his sentence in half a word.

“ She does. I worked with her company last year during the promotion for Vanity Fair. That’s why I’ve acted that weird. I was afraid that someone would ask you about me.” he really wanted her to believe his words but he knew it’s all sound like a crazy story from stupid Hallmark movie.

“ So you didn’t want me to know who you truly are?” she was definitely disappointed. Another man in her life who failed her.

“ Honestly I didn’t. But not because I wanted to lie you. It’s because this is my real life. You’re part of Liam Ridley’s life, not Jack Lowden. I just didn’t expect this whatever is between us will survive. It was supposed to be for one day and then we would go our separate ways. ” he laid his hands on hers and squeezed them. It took several seconds before he could raised his head and looked into her eyes and it took another several minutes for either of them to break the silence.

“ You know how insane your story sounds? “ he didn’t see tears in her eyes but he could hear how her voice broke.

“ Trust me I would sound more insane if I told you this story the day we met on the bench.” it was funny that he asked her to trust him. He was totally sure he’s the last person on Fallon Carrington’s trust list.

“ Anyway, I will take the rest of my stuff and go. I will not impose you anymore.” he released her hand and stood up.

“ Wait.” she said and stood between him and door. Liam was a little bit disorientated.

“ Look I appreciate that you told me the truth about your past and I understand why you didn’t tell me about it before, because it’s almost intimate and I’m like a stranger for you while you are my husband and I am your wife. Or was… It’s past midnight. “ Fallon felt stupid right now and she was talking through her hat, but she realized something. She realized she wasn’t ready to let Liam Ridley go.

“ Anyway you lied to me and you made me think that I am hopeless date, which I’m a great date, but it isn’t the worst thing someone did to me and I feel I can forget you, because you don’t know so many things about me too but you can know if you want to. And I totally feel that I’m talking bullshit. And I always talk like this when I’m talking with a guy I like.” Fallon said with clenched teeth. She was sure she was as red as a tomato and she probably embarrassed herself. But she felt light too. It was the first time she told someone she liked how she felt and it was a great feeling. She was also happy this person was Liam.

“ I like you Liam… Or Jack… But I’d rather call you Liam. I like you. “ she said it twice, in less than one minute, in the same sentence. Fallon never believes she was able to do it. What this man is doing to her?

“ I like you too Fallon Carrington.” Liam answered. His eyes were full of happiness and relief. He touched her chin and closed his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was only their second kiss but Fallon knew that the taste of his lips was her favorite. He broke it and she smiled and giggled like a little girl.

“ I’m not going to keep you in the Manor, you can go back to your place. But I really want to know you better and you to know me better. Please stay, stay in my life.”

[awesomesaucerica]

Falliam Frenzy Fic Week 1!

I haven’t written anything in a while but Fallon and Liam made me do it.

Thank you to @ladysantebellum and @fallonsliam for organizing this whole thing! Can’t wait to see what you guys will come up with over the next few weeks.

December 8th - December 14th

“Please stay.” or “What are you afraid of?”

AU in which Fallon intentionally stepped out of Liam’s life

One way or another, you knew you were going to see him again eventually. It will never be a question of if and you’re sure, one way or another, it will hurt like a bitch.

Your circle is small. There would always be a business partner who has a friend who has a private wine tasting event at her vineyard or a friend of a friend who was hosting a charity event for some random cause.

This time, it was someone’s son who—despite not having an ounce of artistic talent—has a stupid art gallery opening. It was one of the most mind numbing events you’ve been to in a while and really, that was saying something.

You find yourself having conversations you would definitely forget the second it comes out of your mouth.

You find yourself drinking all the champagne and cocktails of the passing servers.

You find yourself wandering around aimlessly, not really looking at anything because it was all so stupid until you find the double door opening out onto the balcony. A little drunk and without a care in the world, you push open the doors and exhale deeply, finally.

God, how long have you been holding that in? You hear in his voice.

You sigh again as you feel the tears starting to build up at the back of your eyeballs, your never ending headache flares up.

“No,” you say adamantly to your tear ducts. “Stop it, don’t you do it!”

“I’m not exactly sure what you want me to stop doing…” Your heart stops, the booze in your system drains out of your body as quickly as you’ve drank it. This really isn’t happening right now.

“I’m pretty sure it is though.” You face him, not caring that you actually said the last part out loud, and see that he’s smirking.

For a split second, you see recognition enter his eyes and your blood soars up to your head. Your heart pounds in your chest and that feeling that has been absent for the past few months hits you in full force. Hope.

“Fallon?”

“Liam.”

“How—how are you?”

How am I? You think incredulously. Well, the last time I slept soundly was when you were beside me so you can only imagine how bitchy I’ve been. You would be so proud though, I exercise now because if I can’t sleep, I need to release all this pent up energy. Sam calls it anger. At the world. At you, even. Oh and yeah, it was my brother who almost killed you so I left you without saying anything. So when I lay on the bed at night—not sleeping and without you beside me—I think this is all okay because you’re safe and out of the hell I’ve put you through.

“I’m great! Sleeping well, 8 hours of sleep and all that.”

“That’s… good to hear,” he smiles.

An eternity passes on this random balcony. You can hear the people from the gallery still chatting away but you don’t think about that now or anything at all. Everything becomes muted. Your sole focus is him, zeroed in on his face.

He looks away and you know your staring affected him. You don’t care though because this might be the last time you’ll see him this close for a while so you’re going to take everything you can get.

“Okay. I’ll get going then,” he started, ready to turn his body away. Maybe forever.

“No,” you say breathlessly. “Please stay.”

He stops and after a sigh, gives you his shy smile. He stands rooted in his place and the world quiets down further. It’s only the two of you again, in your own little bubble.

“Look, Fallon. I never really thanked you for visiting me at the hospital.”

“Don’t mention it,” you say. Really, please don’t mention it.

“I know we didn’t end in good terms. I mean I’m assuming since we got divorced and all but I’d really like to know more about that time. I still don’t remember much.”

“I don’t think that’s good idea,” you say softly.

“Oh.”

“It’s just—what’s the use of dredging up bad memories, right?”

“Was I that bad of a husband?” He self-deprecates. You can see in his eyes that it’s bothering him that he was a bad husband to you and if there was one thing you can’t stand, it’s seeing that.

“No, you were the best,” you sigh, resigning yourself. You gesture to the bench behind him and say the words you never thought you’d ever get the chance to: “What would you like to know?”

[falliamnation]

soulmate au where you only see in black and white when your soulmate dies… Fallon stood at the lake looking at Trixie’s body and suddenly her vision flickers to grey.

Fade To Grey (ao3) 

Every single person on the planet knows that the moment your soulmate’s heart stops beating, your vision will turn to grey.

No one knew why. There was no scientific explanation behind the phenomenon, but it was simply accepted nonetheless.

It was a universal, depressing, known, factual, truth.  

Some people would live their whole lives with someone, get to a ripe old age, hold their lovers’ hand as they slipped away, and still remain in color only to discover they had been married to someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Some would be going about their regular day and suddenly their vision would flash to black and white without ever knowing who their soulmate was. Then, of course, there were the people who had found their soulmate, held onto them, only to lose them one day and if that loss wasn’t bad enough, they’d take the vibrancy of the world with them.

The point is, no one ever truly knows who their soulmate is, until the day their heart stops beating.

Everyone always talked about how depressing it was when your world goes grey, how if you’re the first to go, you’re the lucky one.

Evidently, no one ever bothered to talk about how in the moments that your other half takes their last breath, that you would feel their pain.

That part came as quite a surprise to Fallon.

Her world flickering to grey as she stood in shock, staring in horror at the body of her friend wrapped in plastic was completely unexpected.

It came out of nowhere as if a higher power was punishing her for her part to play in the tragic death of the young girl who had just been pulled from the cold lake.

For Fallon, one second, everything was vibrant and colorful. She could see the blue of the water, the white of the boat cradling the corpse, the green of the pines on the horizon.

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything is in shades of grey.

The fear was instantaneous.

“I can’t see.”

The crowd around her were already in a daze of their own as they were attempting to process the bodies laid out in front of them. Their minds were so preoccupied with strategizing the next steps to ensure there was an element of damage control they hadn’t processed hearing Fallon speak.

She blinks, once, twice, three times.

The color still wouldn’t return.

Now, as adrenaline coursed through her veins, she speaks again, the panic evident in her higher-pitched voice, “Seriously, I can’t see.”

Sam was the first to drag his attention away from the commotion unfolding before him and focus on the brunette.

“Fallon? What do you mean ‘you can’t see’?”

Tears spring to her eyes as an overwhelming emotion of grief overtakes her. “I mean everything’s in black and white, I can’t see, oh my go-”

She practically chokes on her words as her airways close up.

Her hands instinctively go to clutch at her throat, her eyes wide, pleading for help.

The sudden lack of oxygen to her brain causes her to fall to her knees, the moisture of the earth below soaking into her skin, but she doesn’t care.  

The motion had managed to catch the attention of the rest of the crowd.

“Fallon?” Blake eventually rushes to his daughters’ side, attempting to claw Fallon’s hands away from her throat where her skin is turning red. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Her lungs are filling with water and it burns.

Except, she realises that it isn’t her lungs, it’s her soulmate’s lungs.

Liam.

She tries and fails to ask what’s happening. He was fine an hour ago – they were together, engaged, happy. Above all else, he was safe.

Her vision continues to darken as her breathing becomes more ragged, and the connection she has with the love of her life begins to fade further away, out of reach, threatening to be lost to her forever.

She feels arms around her holding her up, worried voices telling her to try to take in air, but it isn’t enough.

His life is slipping away, and part of her soul is going with him, tearing itself away from her and joining its equal partner.  

Just as darkness is edging its way into her already grey-scale vision and seconds before she gets to the point of passing out, she finds she can gulp in a desperate breath.

Directly in front of her, the previously grey skin of her Father evolves back into a creamy complexion and its pure relief to realise that the color returning and the sensation disappearing from her lungs tells her that he’s ok – he’s been revived, he’s breathing.

Her eyes dart around and she begins to take in the blue of the sky, the yellow of the sun, the red of her coat.

It takes a few seconds, but as soon as she is able to retain enough oxygen, the first question she asks is, “Where the hell is Liam?”

(okay, I had to write this - it’s also my falliam frenzy submission)

[fallonsliam]

eyes.

Falliam Frenzy; Week 3

"Well, you’re a prick.” | “Remember we have to get up early tomorrow.”

Maybe tomorrow’s the day she changed how she viewed Christmas. He always loved it - and seeing him happy made her happy too.

“Do you really have to finish that tonight?” He asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist. He planted soft kisses on her shoulder as she continued to work on her iPad, looking through potential authors for the multi-media empire she had built.

“Yes,” she said, tilting her neck to give him further access as he continued to kiss her. “Christmas eve is not a holiday, Liam. So I still have to work.”

He rolled his eyes, cupped her chin and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “Okay, fine.” He said, moving over to his side of the bed, covering himself in their blankets. “I was only hoping we could spend time together tonight.”

She looked back at him and grinned at how cute the love of her life looked when he sulked with his puppy dog eyes. “Oh, you’re not doing this again, are you?”

“I’m kidding,” He said, shuffling to her to close the gap between them. “Just remember we have to get up early tomorrow, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she answered, as he gave her a full kiss on the lips. He applied a little more pressure than usual, and the next thing he knew, her hands were tangled between his hair and his arm had snaked around her body.

“Babe,” he said, interrupting the kissing. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“Whatever, Liam.” She said, shaking her head. “I’ll finish this now.”

*****

He was half asleep, snuggling his face within her neck when all of a sudden he hears faint footsteps and some giggling a few inches away.

“Dad,” he felt someone poking his shoulder. “Daddy, wake up!!” The small voice was still whispering, and when he turned around to look over at the edge of his side of the bed, he saw a young girl, with a big smile plastered on her face, jumping up and down. “Dad, Santa came!!” She said, squealing, but immediately had a finger cover her lips.

“You don’t want to wake Mommy up,” The boy interrupted. He looked at Liam, with eyes that looked exactly like Fallon’s. “Will Mommy come with us to open presents, Dad?” He whispered, still being careful not to wake the woman sound asleep behind Liam.

“Of course she will, Parkeeeer.” The little girl answered, turning her head to face Liam, now with eyes that looked like his – the only difference was that, she looked like she was about to cry. Amused at how the little girl reacted, Liam lifted her up to their bed and gave her a soft tap on her nose.

“Now, why are you about to cry?” He whispered, smiling at the young girl. “Santa doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

“Audrey almost cried last night too, Dad.” Parker responded. Making Liam turn to the boy who has now sat on the floor, fiddling with his fingers. “She said she heard you and mom talk saying Grandma was never there to watch her open gifts on Christmas morning.”

Liam raised his eyebrows, then looked back at the little girl who was sat on his lap. “Now, when—”

“I’m sorry for listening, Daddy. I just wanted to say good night to both of you because you didn’t tuck me and Parker in that night.” The tiny voice made Liam’s heart swell in a way he didn’t think was possible. “I just missed your kisses and mommy’s cuddles.”

Liam smiled at the 5 year-old. “Oh sweetheart,” He said, softly pinching the kid’s cheek. “I love you so much.” The kid the jumped onto him and wrapped her small arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug. “I love you, Daddy.” The girl playfully whispered in his ear. “Is it okay if we wake Mommy up?” She added, pulling her head back to look at Liam with a big smile on her face with her eyes lit up.

Liam winked and nodded, lifting the young girl and sitting her on top of Fallon. The little girl then signalled to her twin brother to come over, who obliged as he usually would. Liam then sat up on the bed, with a smile on his face, and watched the girl slowly countdown her and her brother from five to start waking Fallon up.

“Mommy!!!” Audrey exclaimed, peppering the sleepy woman’s face with kisses. “Merry Christmas!” Parker went for more of a subtle approach, leaving the energy up to Audrey, who was jumping up and down to wake their mother up. He slowly crept inside the blanket and wrapped himself in his mom’s arms, giving her a tight embrace. “Merry Christmas, Mom.” The young boy whispered.

Liam watched everything happen with so much joy in his heart. When Fallon turned around, groaning, Audrey and Liam looked at each other and giggled. “She’s about to wake up,” Liam winked at the young girl, who raised her hand to give her father a high-five. He then lifted Audrey up for her to sit back on his lap whilst her twin brother and mother snuggled up to each other.

Fallon then patted the Liam’s side of the bed, trying to ask the latter to go back to sleep. He brushed off the hair from her forehead and pressed his lips onto it. “Audrey really wants you to come open presents with them, Fal.” He said, softly. “She overheard us talking about you and Alexis when you were younger.”

Surprised at what her husband had told her, she immediately turned around, her other hand still around Parker. “Can my princess give me some kisses again?” She asked, reaching out for Audrey, who had her arms around her father. They look so much alike, she thought. The little girl didn’t hesitate and peppered her mother’s face with kisses again.

“Do you want to open Santa’s presents now, guys?” She asked, giving Audrey a kiss whilst her other hand rubbed Parker’s back. “You don’t want those presents to disappear, don’t you?”

The little girl hurriedly got up and rushed to her mother’s side of the bed to pull her twin brother out. “Come on, Parker!” she squealed, forcing him to get up. “Let’s go open them now!!”

The young boy scratched his head and got up, then followed his sister as they started walking out of the room. “Can we wait for you there?!” The girl exclaimed, clapping her hands whilst jumping up and down. Liam nodded, “Go on down, sweetheart.” He said, as Fallon crept onto him and hugged his bare torso. “Mommy and I will be down in a bit.”

They watched the little girl grab her brother’s hand and run out of the room excitedly and as they lost sight of them, Fallon snuggled up to Liam as his hand rubbed the top of her head. “She looks just like you, you know?” She said softly, her eyes closed. “Especially her puppy dog eyes? I know where those came from.”

“She’s very full of energy though, like you.” He answered. “Parker on the other hand, so chill. Like me. But he looks just like you.”

“Wonder what the third combination would be like.”

“Huh?” He asked, confused, as Fallon planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Liam.” She said, carefully placing his hand on her belly. “Merry Christmas.”

[rainwouldlastforever]

Falliam Frenzy Week 1

My very last minute Falliam Frenzy Week 1 fic! I meant to post this earlier today but life got away from me. I’ve never written anything before so I hope you like it! Thanks to @ladysantebellum and @fallonsliam for organizing Falliam Frenzy and for inspiring me to write something!

My take on 3x6 Liam asks Fallon for a favor

What are you afraid of?

She wakes up early before the sun has even come up. She feels exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally as she recalls everything that happened yesterday. Liam showing up with a box of her things, asking for his stuff back. Trying to buy Femperial back. Kirby accusing her of making this about Liam. Leading Evan on.

She invited Evan over to the manor last night with every intention of trying to move on. She kissed him and invited him inside for a drink. Then the annoying voice in the back of her mind started saying he’s not Liam. He’s not Liam. He’s not Liam. Instead of two glasses of wine, she made two cups of coffee and they sat at the kitchen table catching up. Evan was a nice guy. Yes he was cute, had a good job, but he wasn’t Liam. How was she ever going to be able to move on when she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She ended up telling Evan she was tired and walked him to the front door. He leaned into kiss her goodnight and at the last second she turned her head so he kissed her cheek.

What a disaster that was. Her mind then went to what happened before she invited Evan over. Giving Liam his things back. Saying I love you to Liam. Saying goodbye to Liam.

She missed him so much. How was she ever going to move on from the love of her life. The only person who ever knew the real her. She couldn’t stop thinking about him but at the same time didn’t want to think about him for too long. She was in love with him and it scared her how deeply she felt for him. Even more, it scared her how it was over.

Ok, she thought. That’s enough thinking about him today. But everything reminded her of him. She needed a break from Atlanta, a break from her life. New York? No, the last time she had been there was with him. She couldn’t go anywhere with a beach since they had been planning their trip together. No ski lodges since that reminded her of the disaster that was Sun Valley. London? Yes that would work, she didn't have any memories that involved Liam and London. Hopefully it would be cold and rainy there to match how she felt.

She grabs her phone to call the flight crew to get the Carrington jet ready as she starts to pack. She has no idea how long she’ll be gone for, no plans. She thinks about inviting Sam or Monica but decides she just needs to get away by herself for a while.

Suitcase in hand, she heads downstairs. Thankfully, it’s early enough that no one else is awake and there's only minimal staff around. She opens the front door and standing before her, hand raised about to knock is Liam.

“Liam? What are you doing here?”

He stares at her for a while before responding. “The masquerade party.”

“What?”

“Fallon, I remember the masquerade party. It came back to me last night as I was going through the box you gave me. I remember you were wearing a black and white dress….” he trails off as he looks at the suitcase in her hand. “I’m sorry...are you going somewhere?”

“Never mind this...what were you just saying?”

“It’s kind of foggy but I remember”

Her heart aches at what he’s telling her. Could he really be starting to remember her and what they shared?

“Come inside, let me make you a cup of coffee.” She says as she leads him inside to the kitchen. She makes two cups of coffee, knowing exactly how he likes his. She takes out her phone to discreetly text the flight crew she wouldn’t be needing the jet after all. She wasn’t going anywhere, not if Liam was starting to remember her.

She sat the cup of coffee in front of him and they both sat there in silence for a moment before she finally speaks up. “So, tell me exactly what happened.”

Liam begins telling her how looking at the masquerade mask sparked a memory of that night. He recounts the events in perfect detail she almost thinks she’s dreaming. “I remember you came up to dance with me and confessed how scared you were of getting hurt and you said I think I’m in love with you. And I told you I knew I was in love with you and I had been for awhile”.

“Is that all you remember so far?”

“So far, yes. It’s crazy Fallon and I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to remember everything but I suddenly have this feeling I can’t walk away from you. I know I told you I needed some time alone and I don’t want to hurt you if I can’t remember everything but I need to see if this works. I feel this connection to you that I can’t explain. Will you do me a favor?”

“A favor?”

“Yeah” he replies suddenly seeming a little nervous. “...will you help me with a highlight reel of our relationship?”

“Liam I already showed you pictures and that didn’t work.”

“No, not pictures. An actual highlight reel. Look Fallon, I’ve had two flashes of memories come back and they were because of something physical. Outside the courthouse and the mask. I understand if this would be too hard on you, but please?”

She realizes what he was asking her. This would be too painful if it didn’t work. She wasn’t sure she could do this.Reliving their entire relationship? It would be like twisting a knife in her heart. She didn’t want to lose him but at the same time didn’t want to break her heart all over again if he couldn’t remember everything.

“Please Fallon. What are you afraid of? What’s the worst that could happen? What if I remember everything about you again?”

“What if you don’t?” She says a little too forcefully. “Liam… I don’t think this is a good idea. For me.”

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, seeming embarrassed. “It’s pretty stupid I’m sorry I asked.”

“No. It’s not stupid at all.”

Liam stares at her with this strange, unreadable expression on his face. After a moment he finally says “what did you just say?”

“It’s not stupid at all…?”

“You’ve said that before. We were laying in bed surrounded by pillows I think?”

She realizes in this moment she can’t give up on him. As crazy as this idea seems, even if it doesn’t work. Because Liam fought for her time and time again. She needs to do the same for him. It would break her heart into a million pieces all over again if it didn’t work but she was willing to try.

“Ok.” She finally says at last. “Where should we begin?”

[liamvanquirk]

The best way to spend a non-Dynasty Saturday (yeah time zones suck) is to read the absolutely amazingly gorgeous Falliam fics that are being showered for Falliam Frenzy. I love all of them so much. I tried finding most of them, pardon me if I missed any. Would love to read those too.

[falliamgifs]

Falliam Frenzy

Week 1

“Please stay.” or “What are you afraid of?

[ratchedspeach]

R&R

Prompt written for Falliam Frenzy Week 4 - “Are you flirting with me?” and “…or we could make out.” This isn’t nearly as angsty as my other stuff - thought I would let these two have a little fluffy moment hehe

Femperial was a success — not just profitable, not just breaking even, but a real, bonafide success. By the end of their first year, Fallon had managed to double their profits, bringing in almost fifty new authors to publish and help launch careers for, and she did it mostly single-handed (by and large because she couldn’t loosen her grip on the reigns). It was a somewhat thankless job, not that she minded. Work was the only life Fallon really knew, and the one she felt most comfortable in.

Liam would watch and offer his help when he could, which … wasn’t very often, because he didn’t actually understand the business side of his own industry. It made him feel a little foolish that mostly what he was good for was bringing her too many cups of coffee to count. Fallon never complained, though — never expected him to do anything for her, never mind what he already was. She would just smile, and thank him gently, before turning back to her computer.

There was something almost confounding about watching her focus — eyes squinted, lips parted gently, bent slightly forward towards her computer screen. It wasn’t necessarily when she was her most flattering (at least that’s what she would tell him), but it was certainly when she was least worried about what others thought of her. It was intrinsic, and personal, and passionate.

Today is different.

Usually when Liam came, she would tell him that she was too busy for visitors, not that he would listen. Today, though, she had simply smiled as she accepted the coffee and kiss on the cheek, because she actually was too busy for visitors, let alone the three minutes that their usual useless banter. He noted the change in their routine, as well as the way her jaw clenched as she continued typing away at what he assumed was an email, but he hadn’t looked at long enough to be sure.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you its not nice to stare?” Fallon teased, eyes maintained on the screen.

He was seated on the couch, legs crossed with a book abandoned against his chest, and his hands placating a now cold and mostly untouched latte. Liam smirked, making the dimple in his left cheek protrude. 

“Actually my mother was always upset when I didn’t stare.” He mused. 

She rolled her eyes, heaving a sigh, because of course that would be Laura Van Kirk’s prerogative. There was a ping from her computer before she could respond. Fallon tensed, biting the inside of her cheeks and clicking the email open. The further she got into it, the further her face fell, and the more Liam’s concern subsequently rose.

“Fallon?” He murmured, standing from his perch and coming to lean next to her.

She closed the email before he could read beyond Dear Ms. Carrington, tensing as she starts searching through her files for only god knows what. Liam backed off the desk pressing his hands out as if to signal his white flag. She relinquished almost immediately, exhaling heavily and pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, and for the first time Liam saw her for what she was: exhausted. A pang of guilt settled in his stomach for not having seen it sooner — for not even considering the fact that after launching her own company with all bets against her, she must be …

“You need a break.” Liam murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder and kneading into the spot behind her shoulder blade.

Fallon groaned in protest, but did nothing to stop the contact. “I don’t have time.” She mumbled, and he could feel her back tense again at the omission. “If I don’t secure the Griffin option before one of those little Penguin gremlins gets to her, that’s it for Femperial.”

“It’s one option, Fal.” Liam looked at her like she was speaking another language. “I don’t think it will make or break you.”

It’s the first time all day that she looks at him, and he almost wishes she hadn’t. Fallon’s blue eyes are bloodshot, and unfocused, and maybe a little panicked, and her lips are pursed into a decidedly uneasy grimace. She’d been pulling late nights, Liam knew that, but he’s beginning to think he doesn’t know the full extent. He’s always asleep by the time she gets home, and she refuses to wake him. Liam’s grown used to taking her word for it when she promises that she’s home no later than midnight.

“Jesus, when’s the last time you slept?” Liam breathes, his brow furrowing.

“I’m fine.” She huffs, rolling her shoulder away from his grasp. “At least I will be once Griffin responds to my email instead of getting one of her assistants to do it for her.”

“Well have you called her?”

Fallon quirks an eyebrow. “She hates phone calls ... she’s an author, Liam. I swear you and your kind are going to be the death of me … what ever happened to face-to-face communication?”

He smiles at the hyperbole, but he thinks she might be right judging on how close to the bone she’s working herself. She’s mentioned the Griffin option once or twice — Leila Griffin, a prodigal eighteen year old fiction writer who had just finished her first full-length novel. Liam had pushed her to fight for it because it was, admittedly, an impressive opportunity. He doesn’t realize what pushing for something means in her mind, though, but now here she is - running almost purely on coffee (and some Adderall she stole from her father’s medicine cabinet, not that either Liam or Blake know about that), and going out of her mind over one book option.

“You need a break, Fallon.” Liam repeated, cupping her face softly in the palm of his hand and reveling in the way it made her eyelids flutter. “You know, rest? Respite? Relaxation? Any of these words ringing a bell?”

She rolled her eyes at his alliteration, swallowing down a giggle, and fixing him with the closest thing to annoyance that she could muster. He had grown impressively adept at making her pause, and it was equally comforting and aggravating. Fallon loved her work — more specifically she loved doing her work — because it was only her’s.

She had grown up with the expectation of her future holding marriage — more specifically, marriage as a means of some business merger for Carrington Atlantic, she would come to realize. The first Christmas she can remember is when she was six and her brother as ten. Steven had received a chemistry set, and his first briefcase (amongst other things … they are the Carringtons, after all). Fallon, on the other hand, got clothing, and her first eyeshadow pallet. She would smile, and thank her parents gently, and try to ignore the disappointment she felt settling in her stomach, because truth be told she was too young to really articulate why it was there in the first place.

Femperial is the first time she’s felt like her life has direction, like she has direction outside the confines of expectation and without anyone’s aide. It had started as a passion project — something to occupy her from the crippling devastation that came with Liam’s absence, but …

By the time he was back (and actually remembered being back), it was a career, and one she loved, but one that Liam thought was starting to run her ragged.

“I know what a break is.” Fallon snapped, but he saw the humor glinting behind her gaze.

Liam smiled in return, tilting his chin before leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. “Well then,” He mumbled into her hair, “maybe you should bring it into practice before you go crazy. Or … drive Griffin crazy.”

Fallon felt he way her nerve endings tingled and fizzled as he formed the words against the roots of her hair. Her eyes closed, and he took it as permission to bring his kiss from the top of her head, to her cheek, to the space just below her jawline, and —

“Liam …” Fallon whined softly. “I can’t. Not here.”

“You’re the boss, last time I checked.” Liam whispered, marveling at the soft murmur his lips moving against her bare skin elicited from the woman.

Fallon gigged, grabbing him by the chin and kissing him squarely. “Maybe so, but that actually makes me more culpable … last time I checked.”

Liam groaned when she rolled her chair a few centimeters away from him, but complied, reclaiming his seat on the far side of her desk. She watched as he placed the book he had been largely ignoring back on his lap and quirked an eyebrow upward. Fallon chuckled, shaking her head, before returning back to whatever she had been doing prior to the interruption on her computer. Liam watches her brow furrow as she returns to her work, before heaving a sigh and unfolding the page of his novel.

He’s not sure how long they sit like that — long enough that the next time he looks up from his half finished book, the sun is golden, and Fallon is … she’s asleep? Liam thinks, crooning his eyes to wear her head is placed on the crook of her elbow and her curls are spilling over the edge of her desk. Oh my god she fell asleep. 

He has half a mind not to wake her — Fallon’s stillness is something of a relief if he’s being honest — but he knows that if he doesn’t, someone else will eventually barge into the office looking for her, and that would simply mortify her. From his vantage point he can just barely make out the way her ribcage rises and falls to give way to the slowness of her lungs expanding. Liam smiles, closing his book delicately, and coming beside her.

“Hey.” He whispers, pushing a few strands of hair off her cheek with his index finger before tracing the profile of her face.

Fallon stirs, mumbling softly, but otherwise does not change. Liam can only assume that its the equivalent to her rolling over were they in bed, Liam thinks, and has to stifle the laugh that threatens to spill over his lips at the sigh.

“Fallon, babe, wake up.” He practically sings before leaning over to kiss her cheek.

She wakes with a start, then, practically knocking the side of her head into the front of his as she sits upright, placing her hands on the desk like she’s holding on for dear life, and snapping her eyes open.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Liam gripes.

“How long was I out.” Fallon groans, blinking her eyes and checking her phone screen as she once more orients herself with where she is.

“Not sure. A while, I think.” He shrugs. The brunette looks at him, and his smile falls when he sees the panic streaking across them. “What’s wrong?”

“The … the goddamn Griffin option.” She breathes. “It was due at three.”

Liam fumbles with his coat pocket until he finds his phone, clicking the home button, and … shit. His eyes close, breath dropping out of him in as his knuckles close around his phone. “It’s 4:30.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” It comes as a dangerously low grumble, and he jerks his gaze towards her.

Fallon isn’t just angry, she’s pissed — cheeks red, eyes narrowed, lips drawn into a snarl. Liam looks at her a little incredulously, because … it’s not my fucking fault. He doesn’t say it, because he knows it won’t help, and ultimately he knows that she doesn’t actually think it's about him. Which begs the question …

“Fallon what the hell is wrong?” He asks, and before she can snap back, adds, “Really?”

It was rare for him to come to her dance recitals. As a matter of fact, Fallon can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her in the audience. When she joins the competitive team at her school, and even earns herself a solo, she had begged Blake to come. He complied less because he was proud, and more because he was curious.

She was a beautiful dancer, admittedly, and were she not born into the family she was, it might have made a viable career option for her. Blake had watched her dance, and feels something akin to pride. It was short lived, though, when awards were announced and she came in second. He left before the ceremony was over, stalking back to the car, and sucking down scotch in the back of Bentley while he waits for her.

She’s thirteen the first time her father tells her that she’s “a Carrington. Loosing is not an option, Fallon.”

“I lost!” She shrieks. “I … fuck, I didn’t even loose, I just wasn’t a contender!”

Liam realizes that what he had mistaken at panic in her wasn’t that at all — it was grief. Grief over a lost option, over something that she would see a million more of during her time as a publisher, that she would lose a million more of.

“Fallon, it’s ok.” He says, and its a little harsher than he means it to sound, but … is she fucking serious?

“No it’s not, Liam.” Fallon rasps, shooting out of her chair and slamming her hands on her desk. “If I can’t even get a goddamn eighteen year old to sign with me, how is anyone going to take me seriously? Leila Griffin was a perfect client for us, and I dropped the ball, because I was —“

“Because you were tired, Fallon.” He cuts her off, ignoring the sharp look it earns him. “Because … Jesus, because you’ve been working nonstop, and you’re not taking care of yourself.”

It hits her like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, is that what this is about?”

Liam’s brow furrows as he tries to keep up. “What … what? What what is about?”

“The visits.” She seethes, color rising in her cheeks once more. “The coffee, asking me to wake you up when I get home, and your incessant company. Is … is this all because you’re trying to fucking play doctor?”

“I’m trying to help, Fallon.” He shoots back, his voice low in his tenor. “I was trying to take help take some of the pressure off of you! Jesus, what did you think this was all about?”

“I thought you were flirting!” Fallon shrieks, arms jutting out to her sides like she’s presenting tangible evidence. “I thought you were — … ! I … fuck, I don’t know! I thought you were bored, and looking to be preoccupied, or something. That’s all!”

He can’t help but laugh by the time she’s done, because even she sounds uncertain about her reasoning. Liam watches the muscles in her shoulders release as she considers what she’s just said. 

“Ok … maybe … maybe, like, deep in my subconscious, I knew why you were here, but that doesn’t change anything.”

He’s full on cackling by the time she’s done, which he thinks she might kill him for, but he doesn’t care. he starts to giggle too, covering her face with her hands to hide her smile. It’s almost off putting, because he’s really expecting her to be angry, or defiant, but she’s just …

“Maybe I am tired.” She mumbles, the sound getting muffled into her palms.

“Are you sure? I think you’re doing great.” Liam teases, silver eyes glinting, and Fallon groans softly, and yeah … she’s sorry. Liam pulls her into his arms, the scent of his shampoo making him heave a contended sigh.

“You’re gonna have a million opportunities thrown at you, Fal.” He levels, weaving his fingers through her curls. “You can’t win ‘em all. Hell, no one expects you too.”

He thinks he might have hit on something when he says it, because she pulls away (not before he can feel her tense in his arms) and looks at him with stormy blue eyes, it takes everything in him not to break her gaze, because she looks so somber. He thinks there’s something particularly unsettling about somberness on her because it requires a certain amount of defeat, and Fallon Carrington does not go down without a fight.

It might be the first time she hasn’t been punished for making a mistake. A sheer B+ was reason enough for Blake or Alexis to come down on their children, going so far as to insult their characters when they were especially upset with them. Fallon has heard how mistakes are her fault so many times that she’s effectively learned how to stop making them - or at least how to project the blame. It makes for a great businesswoman, but a sometimes shitty woman, woman. In a lot of ways, Fallon owes who she is to them, which is as much reason to love them as it is to resent them, she thinks.

“I was off my game.” Fallon inhales when she sees a way out within what he says. “I do need a break.”

She spins, clicking a few buttons on her computer. He hears it whirr and hum for a moment before falling silent, and he realizes with a decent amount of relief that she’s turned it off. Fallon, on the other hand, seems uncertain, her fingers trailing idly on her keyboard as she brings her gaze back to him. Liam smiles softly, reaching for her hand and squeezing it softly.

“This is a good thing.” He says, and he’s only half teasing her.

Fallon bites the inside of her cheek, giving him a knowing glare, before squeezing his hand back. She hadn’t realized how quiet her office was without the humming of her desktop, and she’s not sure yet if she likes it. Her eyes flick to the window pained door that separates where she and Kirby work. The other woman’s desk is covered in papers and empty coffee cups, but there’s no sign of her.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

“Where did everyone go?” She murmurs mostly to herself.

Liam shrugs, the image of everyone finding times to sneak out before she woke up flashing through his mind. He doesn’t say anything, just places his free hand on the small of her back and kisses her delicately. She squeaks at the jolt in movement, before melting into him and bringing her arms around his shoulders. Liam pushes her against the desk, trailing his hand up her back to the spot just below her ribcage.

“Liam…” She protests weakly when his lips find her neck. “This is still where I work.”

“Right, because your moral compass is always pointed due north.” He breathes, kissing her neck again and smiling when her breath hitches in her throat.

“Are you flirting with me, Liam Ridley?” She muses softly, her fingers finding the space between his pants and his shirt trailing up the muscles in his back. 

Liam pulls away so that he’s looking at her and god she wants to wipe that smirk straight off his face, because he looks all too pleased with himself, and it makes her heart melt. 

“Maybe.” He coos, kissing her again and bringing his own hands to toy with the top button of her deep green Chanel blouse.

Fallon’s breathing goes a little ragged, and before she can really think about what she’s doing, she’s kissing him again, hard and fervent, and mussing his hair between her fingers. Liam pulls away after a few moments, his eyes meeting hers knowingly as he ignores her whines in protest.

“We can go home if you want.” He flirts easily.

“You’re right, we could.” Fallon says cooly back. “Or …”

“Or?”

“… Or we could just make out.”

[mrsfallonridley]

It’s kinda of crap but it’s something. I took a break from studying to write this and I’ll probably have to edit it later but... for now, this is it.

[dabiensworld]

Falliam Frenzy Week 3

“Alison called.” Fallon heard Liam’s voice from their bedroom. It was almost 11 pm and no one should have called on that late hour, but it didn’t apply assistant. Day before their huge event. Fallon Unlimited Magazine premiere. It was actually Fallon’s event, she was the owner of the brand, but deep inside Fallon felt she couldn’t do it without Liam’s help and journal’s experience.

“What did she want?” not that she cared about it right now. All she wanted right now is ending her night routine and laid next to Liam in their bed.

“ She called to inform you that Hot Tea Atlanta confirmed their participation in the event.”

“ Of course they did. That vultures never miss any opportunities.” Fallon said to herself and left her bathroom. As she walked toward the bedroom, she looked in the mirror. Last days were full of work but she found some time to go on a little shopping and now she was wearing one of her booty - short red lace nighty. She wanted to reward Liam her lack of time for him.

“ So what do you think? “ Fallon took a sexy pose leaning on the door frame. Liam was laying in their bed, working on his iPad. He raised his head and looked at Fallon from under his glasses. God he was so hot in the glasses.

“ You should wear something warmer. It’s December, very easy to catch a cold. “ Liam came back to his work.

“ Seriously?! Don’t you enjoy the view?”

“ It doesn’t matter if I’m enjoying the view or not. It cold outside and no one wants you to snot tomorrow during the speech. “ this time Liam didn’t even look at her. Fallon gave up and sat on the bed. She fixed her pillow and laid under the cover. Lying on her side, Fallon began to stroke Liam's shoulder. She was horny and thirsty for some fun and but he pretended that he didn’t see her intention. He didn’t stop reading some files.

“ I know that man’s brain is complicated machine but you have to see how much I want to have sex with you right now.” Fallon didn’t try to hide her irritation.

“ I can see it.” how he dared to be so insensitive to her needs.

“ Oh you’re a prick.” Fallon laid on her back and crossed her arms.

“ Am I a prick? Babe I just want you to remember we have to get up early tomorrow and you need to be rested and fresh. “ Liam took off his glasses and put them and an iPad on the bedside cabinet.

“ I don’t see any reason why sex would make me not fresh and rested tomorrow. I know it could last hours when it comes to us, but we can be quick if we want to. “ Liam still looked so unconvinced.

“ Is it your revenge for the times when I was keeping you at a distance? “

“ You know me. I don’t do revenge. I just think we should wait with celebrating till tomorrow. Just get some rest Fallon, you worked so hard for the last few days.” Liam kissed Fallon cheek and turned his back on her.

“ Fine, goodnight Liam. “ Fallon covered herself more tightly. The atmosphere in the room became cold. Then Fallon her Liam’s laugh.

“ Why are you laughing dumbass?” she hit him and sat on the bed offended.

“ What happened to my Fallon? My Fallon wouldn’t give up so fast. “ he turned to her and put his arm around her.

“ You.. prick... you played... with me.” Fallon said between the kisses Liam gave her.

“ Sometimes I want to be the one who keeps you on your toes”

[awesomesaucerica]

I just wanted to say that your Falliam Frenzy fic was brilliant. I loved it and I hope we get to see more of your talent over the coming weeks.

Awww, thank you @mikita-jam! The goal is to do each week so wish me luck!

[dabiensworld]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21785050/chapters/52252348#workskin

It was crazy week in school and I didn't have much time to write. That's why I feel that this ff is a garbage and it's very short. I'm nit proud of myself. I hope you will enjoy it much more than me.

[dabiensworld]

Falliam frenzy week 4 and 5

My friend is so obsessed with Spinning Out and she gave me the idea for this ff. I really hope you will love it.