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Aww... thank you! Liam is not jealous by nature, but with Catherine, it rears it’s ugly head on occasion! Glad you enjoyed and your comments mean so much! Thanks for sharing too! :)

King Sized Revelations - 10

Pairing: Liam x MC (Catherine) OC Constantine x Regina Introducing: Jeremy (A former beau of Catherine���s) Rating: NSFW (by requesting to be tagged, you acknowledge that you are at least 18+)  Disclaimer: Pixelberry owns all characters, except for the ones I created for the story. 

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While waiting for Liam you undress and slip on your robe, climb into bed and grab a book on the bedside table. After reading for a while, the door opens suddenly, and Liam enters. His expression is unreadable. “Liam? What’s wrong?” He walks over and sits beside you, taking your hand and stares intently into your eyes. “Regina told me what happened this afternoon. Is there something you forgot to mention?” 

You look at him confused, trying to think of what he’s talking about. Nothing major had happened while you and Regina were organizing for the upcoming Apple Festival, so what did she tell him exactly?

“I don’t think so.” He can see that you are baffled so he tries to calmly explain. “Regina mentioned that a friend of yours called this afternoon and it’s my understanding we’ll be having a guest in a few days.” 

That afternoon– Your phone began to ring while you and Regina were sorting through the decorations, but before you could find it, the call ended. Apparently, you’d laid it down and it was inadvertently buried underneath the scattered debris. Within seconds it beeped indicating you had a voice mail, so after punching a few numbers, you listened. 

“Hey Cat, this is Jeremy. I got your message and I’m guessing you’re busy, so I’ll try back later.” 

After realizing who had left the message, you immediately press the redial button and before the second ring, he answers. 

J: “Cat?” C: “Hey Jeremy!” J: “How the hell are ya? It’s been a long time.” C: “Yeah it has.” J: “Wow! It’s good to hear from you.” C: “How have you been?” J: “Oh, you know me, same old same old… kicking ass and taking names, but what about you?” C: “Same as you, but with a little more hutzpah…” J: “Fearless as ever, huh?” C: “Yeah, I guess you could say that… Hey, I won’t keep you, but I did have a reason for calling. I hope it’s not asking too much, but I need a favor.” J: “I guess I do still owe you for keeping me out of trouble over all those unpaid parking tickets… So, what’s up?” C: “Well… I need your architectural advice.” J: “So… ready to draft that restaurant slash general store you always talked about?” C: “Heh. No, I think someone else beat me to it, but I do have another project I’m having some trouble with. Have you got a minute?”

Back to the present – “Oh yeah… I’m sorry, it must have slipped my mind. You seem a bit edgy. Is everything okay?” Liam ignores your question and responds with one of his own. “Who is this friend anyway?” 

You are a little bothered by his tone, but figure this does warrant an explanation. “You remember me talking about Jeremy, and since he’s an architectural enginee–” Liam cuts you off mid-sentence. “Wait. THE Jeremy?” “Yes. I wanted his opinion about that problem with the structure of the school and I thought he might have some insight.” As Liam tries to hide his growing anxiety, he lifts your hand to his lips. “My queen, we have perfectly qualified architects in Cordonia, already working on the issue I might add.” 

“I know, but they haven’t been able to figure it out yet and I’m impatient.” There is something odd in his demeanor, but you just can’t put your finger on yet. “While I understand your desire to have this school in full operation sooner rather than later, I feel our best course of action would be to allow the experts more time to collaborate on the issue.” 

You protest. “More time? Why should those kids have to wait until your so-called ‘experts’ stop their pissing contest and get down to the business of finding a solution?!” Liam pays no mind to your upheaval because at the moment, he has his own agenda. Whatever that might be. “They are simply trying to work through the different angles and find the best possible result. Jeremy on the other hand, what’s in it for him? I have to wonder why he accepted your invitation on such short notice. Doesn’t that seem a little odd to you?” You think to yourself, ‘You seem a little odd to me at the moment.’

“No. Not in the least. And I didn’t invite him, he offered.” 

“He offered? Well that’s even more suspicious.” 

“Suspicious?” Liam nods his agreement. You take a deep breath trying to steady your nerves and then calmly explain. “He’s taking vacation next week and hadn’t made specific plans, so he thought it would be the perfect excuse to visit Europe. He wants to see the blueprints because it would be unethical to make an educated guess about a stability problem over the phone, especially since it involves the safety of children. And what was I supposed to do, tell him no?” 

Without flinching, Liam responds. “Yes. That would have been a perfectly acceptable response in my opinion.” By now you are more than a little annoyed with this line of questioning and his delivery of them. “Liam, what’s gotten into you? Why are you being so difficult about this?” 

Liam coolly adjusts himself and doesn’t make eye contact, but it’s clear to you that he is upset. “Liam why does this bother you?” He finally looks up and after a few seconds he sighs woefully. “Catherine, since Jeremy is a former lover… It raises questions as to what his motives are for coming here.” 

“Such as?” “Well… why would he be willing to fly halfway across the continent, for no compensation I might add, just to share his architectural proficiency? Is he expecting something in return for this selfless act? Does he even know of your current marital status?” 

And there it is! How did you not see it before? “Why King Liam, I do believe you’re jealous.” You can’t help but puff out a faint laugh when you realize the reason behind Liam’s behavior, and needless to say he is less than pleased by your lack of sensitivity to the situation. “I’m glad this is so amusing to you Catherine. I didn’t realize my concern would translate so humorously.” Seeing the hurt on his face, tugs at your heart and you reach for his hand, looking at him lovingly.  

“I’m sorry Liam, I should have talked to you about this first. And, I don’t think your concerns are funny at all. I think it’s sweet.” He looks at you a little less annoyed as you begin to explain. And it doesn’t hurt that running a finger along his jawline causes him to shiver slightly. “It’s just… I’ve never seen you react that way before and… it was kind of adorable when I understood why.” Liam relaxes somewhat as you continue. “I love you. With all my heart. And I would never allow anyone to come between us.” After absorbing your words, a smile begins to form on his lips. With his arms wrapped around you, he brings you flush against him and kisses you tenderly. 

Realizing how ridiculous he must have sounded before, he smiles sheepishly. “I suppose I was being somewhat unreasonable about the whole thing, but… when I heard he was coming here… well, I didn’t know what to think.” “Liam…” He kisses you soundly and when he pulls back, he is wearing a loving smile. “Although, it would ease my mind if I knew a bit more about him… about the breakup, I mean.” 

You think for a minute and remember that your split from Jeremy happened just before you met Liam. Knowing it would only create more unnecessary questions and emotional trauma, you decide not to mention that part. 

“Well, as in most breakups we just drifted apart. He was busy with an important project and what time I wasn’t at the bar, I was volunteering at the children’s home.” Liam’s expression turns more serious. “Did you love him?” The answer is written on your face before you even speak it and it doesn’t escape Liam’s notice. “I thought I did, but…” 

You spend the next half hour highlighting the reasons why your relationship with Jeremy had failed. Liam is very attentive and is never judging. “In the beginning, it was both new and exciting, but as time passed it was obvious that he wasn’t ready for a commitment…” 

The final blow had been when you discovered the ‘project’ he was working on wasn’t entirely about architectural design. He was cheating. Which came as no real surprise, but that was ultimately the reason the relationship ended. “Liam, I have no lingering feelings for Jeremy, if that’s what you were thinking. And I can guarantee he’s not coming here to win me back,” “I never thought it was you Catherine, but how can you be so sure of his intentions?” “Well for one, he’s engaged, and… his fiancé will be joining him on this trip.” Liam’s relief is evident from the brilliant smile that flashes across his face and then his expression becomes more thoughtful. “Catherine, I hope you know that I would never be unfaithful to you.” 

You think back to the time when Liam was engaged to Madeleine and what he’d said about having a relationship outside of marriage and how it was acceptable behavior for the royal family, as long as both parties agreed. You hadn’t questioned it then, but suddenly you needed an answer. “You know, we never really discussed that arrangement you had with Madeleine. I mean, weren’t you willing to keep me as your mistress if you’d married her?” Liam sighs. “That is a valid question and yes, it’s true. However, I was only willing because it was you. I suppose it was selfish of me, but at the time that was the only way I knew to keep you in my life. It was never about just anyone Catherine…” 

“So you’ve never thought about having a lover on the side?” He looks at you, shocked that you would even think such a thing. “That’s not who I am at all. Our marriage is more important than that… you are what’s important to me.” Liam takes your hand and gently kisses the back of it and then looks deep into your eyes. “Catherine, I would never bring cause for you to doubt my love for you… you are all I’ll ever need. Nothing in this world could distract me from that.” Smiling, you kiss him as he lowers you back onto the pillow and you moan slightly when he leans into you. “Mmm…” With your hands running through his hair, you finally part and shoot him a playful grin. “In case you were wondering, I’d never agree to it anyway my king.” 

Liam smiles and you catch a twinkle in his eyes as he raises up, leaning on his elbow. His gaze falls toward the opening of your robe and with his free hand he lightly traces along the seam just inside it which causes you to quiver. When his eyes meet yours again he speaks in a low tone of voice. “I’ve never been one to share either… especially when it comes to you my queen.” Before you can say a word, his lips crash into yours with a passion so intense, that you feel the flow of electric corpuscles running through your veins and merging cohesive at your core. He breaks from your lips and trails kisses down your neck as his hand pulls your robe open and halfway down your arm, exposing one of your breasts. You gasp as he glides his tongue over your hard nipple and commands the curve of it in his hand. “Ohh…!” 

Within a few minutes, he’s managed to completely remove your robe and throws it to the side. He pauses, drinking in the sight of you as you lay bare before him. “I’m not sure how it’s possible, but you are even more beautiful each time I see you like this.” You sit up and kiss him while unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his muscled arms as you slide it down and then off. Liam draws in a sharp breath as you run both hands across his chest and down his abs, enjoying the feel of him. “Mmm, yeah. I’d say you’ve definitely developed more tone since we were married.” He smiles mischievously. “It must be those rigorous workout sessions…” He chuckles. “…multiple times each day.” 

You smile as your hand slips inside his trousers, between his skin and his underwear, earning a deep groan from Liam. “Oh, Catherine… You have no idea what that does to me.” Not waiting for a response, he leans in kissing you slow and deep. His breathing wavers as you gently stroke up and down his already hardened length. After a few moments, you slowly withdraw your hand and then reach for his belt. He gently grabs your hand. “Allow me.” Liam removes the remainder of his clothes where they end up in a pile on the floor next to the other discarded items. 

You gently guide him where he willingly lays back with his head against the pillows and then pulls you on top of him. He catches you in a lingering kiss as his hands wander to the small of your back, pressing you even closer. You remain that way for several minutes until Liam suddenly rolls you on your back and braces himself above you with a smile on his face. You playfully smirk. “What’s this my king?” Before answering, Liam scans your body with his eyes and his hands. “A little taste of you is never enough my queen.” He almost growls as his hand reaches between your legs and finds your wet folds. “God, you’re so wet.” 

You moan as he swirls his fingers in your juices and traces slowly around your sensitive bud. “It’s your fault…” He kisses you, then follows a line down your neck, your chest until he reaches your thigh where he slowly kisses his way inward and groans as he slips his tongue into your moist pink flesh. “Mmmm...” 

You moan, enraptured by his every touch. “Oh Liam…” While his mouth is positioned firmly over your entrance, his tongue plays copiously in and out of you. He takes his time, extracting every ounce of sweet nectar. You writhe and moan in the process, but he doesn’t relent… if anything, it just arouses him more. He clutches your hips securely so as not to betray his intentions, which only heightens your own desire. You close your eyes and let the waves of energy carry you to the height of ecstasy.  

When his fingers move slowly and deliberately over your swollen nub, you cry out as your body finally gives in to the overwhelming pleasure. “Liam… Liam… Ohhh…!” Liam moans when he feels you squeeze his tongue and relishes the taste of sweet victory as he grasps tighter trying to pull you even closer. “Mmmm…” He stays in that position for several minutes until the spasms stop and then slowly moves up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. 

He aligns his body with yours and slowly slides his throbbing length inside you. You both inhale sharply at the moment of impact as Liam grips the headboard for leverage. He goes slow at first, keeping a steady pace until you’ve caught your breath. Soon you’re moving in perfect sync as an intense heat begins to build inside you again. With his arms resting at your head, he looks deep into your eyes and then kisses you tenderly. “I love you Catherine.” You run your hand through his hair while the other caresses his back, feeling his muscles stretch and expand as he pushes against you. “I love you too Liam.”  

You wrap your legs around Liam’s waist allowing him to go deeper. As he does, his breathing becomes labored and he groans while you move flawlessly together. “Oh Catherine…” You close your eyes as a surge of pleasure crests within you. “Mmmm…” Within minutes, you are riding the waves of ecstasy… for the second time. “Ohh! Liam!” When Liam feels you tighten around him, he follows soon after. “Oh God…! Yes!” 

Once the trembling subsides, Liam withdraws and collapses beside you. You snuggle against him with your head on his chest as he idly plays with your hair. You both sigh in unison as you each catch your breath. “Catherine, you are perfect for me in every way.” “I swear, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” You both laugh contentedly. 

After a few blissful moments of silence, Liam yawns and then turns to you. “We should probably clean up and then get some sleep.” You nod in agreement. “It has been an exhausting day.” 

Once you both return to bed, you nestle in his arms and smile. “I forgot to ask, but how was the afternoon with your father?” Without going into too much detail, Liam admits that with everything out in the open he finally found a peace over the whole incident and their relationship was on the mend. 

You lean over and kiss him. “Good night Liam.” He nudges you closer. “Good night Catherine.” He reaches to turn off the light and then settles in. With the only sounds being his steady breathing and the rhythm of his heartbeat, you drift into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Next chapter: It’s your last day at Applewood before heading back to the palace. After spending a lazy day in the orchard with Liam, he has some important news to share with you. 

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Love it!

Since you're taking requests can you write a smut fic of Liam and MC📝 pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Thanks for the fic request anon :)

if y'all want to send in any requests my inbox is open and you can refer to this prompt list.

Word count: 1.5 K words (damn I crossed the limit T_T)

WARNING: DIRTY TALK, SMUT AND NS*W!! IF YOU CLICK ON THE READ MORE TAG,THEN YOU ARE CONSENTING THAT YOU ARE 18+ AND ARE CAN VIEW SUCH WORKS

Author’s note: I’m taking part in this week’s @wackydrabbles and the prompt will be in bold

Also this is my first time writing Liam X MC so I hope you like it heheheh

forgive me if I make any mistakes 

Lover 

It had been six months since Anastasia had be crowned queen of Cordonia yet, her role as a queen seemed natural to her. Her strong political science background had been a blessing, but the ease with which she slipped into her duties almost made it look like she had been destined to be a ruler.

She was kind and ruled with a fair hand. The people of the country loved her and the neighbours acknowledged and appreciated her uncompromising and generous nature.

But, it wasn't just her. Liam had also matured and evolved as a ruler. The both of them worked like a well oiled machine but at the same time, they pushed each other to do better. Just like iron sharpening iron.

There were moments where they disagreed but that only strengthened them and their love for each other.

So it wasn't really surprising that Cordonia flourished under their rule.

A knock resounded on the Mahogany door of her office. "Come in." Ana said without looking up from the papers.

"Your majesty, we have got a correspondence from Princess Marguirette and the Auvernese." Her assistant spoke up as she entered the office.

Standing up, she walked too the bookshelves, taking out an old book on Cordonian law. "Give it to me, Reya."

"Well the good news is that Princess Marguirette has agreed to opening trade for textiles and pulses. She plans on coming down here in a week to hammer down the fine points."

A satisfied smile made its way to her face. "That's good. And what about the Auvernese?"

"They rejected the treaty."

Ana let out a harsh breath, and straightened her blouse as she muttered. "Well, I expected them to that after the entire pissing contest I had to endure the last time I met them."

"Anything else your majesty?"

"No. That would be it Miss." Liam spoke up from the entrance of the door, as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.

Reya bowed her head and walked out of the room. Ana's blue eyes brightened as she saw Liam walk towards her.

"Hey there stranger! How is negotiations with Amalas going?"

Liam let out a groan as he wrapped his arms around her. "Could go better. She is a stubborn woman."

"As all good monarchs should be." As she slid her arms around his lean waist, looking up at him.

"That's correct, but still tiring. But, there is joy in doing it for our people, you know?" His dark eyes meeting hers.

"I get what you mean. It feels like I'm a mom and they are our children."

"That's the perfect analogy. Side note, you would make a great mother."

"You would make a great father too. Together we can conquer everything, love."

Liam grinned and bent down to kiss her chastely. Ana let out a sigh of content as warmth and happiness rushed through her veins.

The kiss was short, much to her disappointment. "Come with me I have a surprise for you." Interlocking their hands, he tugged her, forcing her to fall in step with him.

They walked down the beautiful gardens of Valtoria, the evening breeze a relief from being coped up in the study all day. They chatted about random things and it felt nice to just pretend that the weight of the world wasn't on their shoulders.

Liam looked around and stopped Ana, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Close your eyes."

"Whyyy? I will end up tripping and dying."

"That's why you have me, Ana. I won't let you fall." Sighing, she complied and Liam's warm hands covered her eyes.

After walking a couple hundred metres, Liam stopped and dropped his hands from her eyes. "Open your eyes."

Ana opened them and what she saw before had her gasp. "Oh my god."

It was a quaint gazebo on the water, which had climbers creeping up the pillars. The climbers bore beautiful purple flowers. The roof of baby blue in colour and the intricate designs on the fence were beautiful. Fairy lights were strung and candles were set on the stairs which made the entire place look magical.

"Happy six months, my queen."

Her head snapped towards Liam as realisation struck her like a train wreck. "I can't believe you remembered and I forgot. I was so busy and it may have skipped my mind. Fuck, I'm so so-"

Putting a finger on her lips, he stopped her mid rant. "Now, we won't have any of that here. There is more."

"There is more?"

And there was.

Pillows and blankets were strewn on the floor and a picnic basket lay in the corner with a bottle of wine adjacent to it.

Liam pulled her towards the gazebo, excitedly. "What are you waiting for. Let's eat. Chef Gustav made some spectacular meals which you would like."

-------------------------------------------------------- "So... How did you like your surprise?" Liam asked as he looked down at Ana, who was comfortably leaning her head against his chest.

Her blue twinkling eyes looked back at him. "This was the best gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you Liam."

"Only the best for my love."

She shook her head. "I just feel guilty that I couldn't pull a romantic gesture for you. You deserve the best too."

Kissing her forehead he spoke. "No. You are a gift in my life and I am so greatful for that."

Ana leaned back, smirk playing on her lips. "So if I'm a gift... Does that mean you are gonna unwrap me?"

Liam chuckled lowly at the joke, a heated gaze landing on her, causing a shiver to go down her spine. "Do you want me to?"

"It's our six month anniversary, so why not?"

That being said Liam surged forward and pressed his lips against her soft ones. It started slow but in an instant it became urgent and desperate, as if someone poured gasoline into a fire.

Without breaking the kiss, Ana straddled him and ran pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Liam's fingers nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the swell of her breasts.

He bent down and placed fiery hot kisses up her neck as she threaded her fingers through his soft black hair.

Pulling him by the hair, she forced his lips back on to hers. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip which made him groan and push his hips against her heat, indicating her effect on him.

Liam's hand wandered to her back where he unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts. In a fluid motion, he grasped her by the hips and laid her down on the blankets, before climbing on top of her.

Getting on her elbows, she panted. "You are way too dressed for the ocassion."

"Shall we remedy that?" He spoke as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly and tantalizingly. Ana growing impatient reached to help him but he just pressed her hands against the pillows.

"Now, be a good girl and keep them right there. If you move them, I will have to start all over again."

Wordlessly, she nodded and Liam pecked her lips before shedding his shirt of, the strong planes of his chest, gleaming under the moonlight.

His lips kissed and sucked the sensitive skin of her collarbone before making his way down south. The moment his tongue swirled around her breast, she arched her back, feeling her insides turning into liquid.

He placed lazy wet kisses along her stomach which had her going crazy. "Please Liam."

"Please what?" He asked as he unbuttoned her jeans.

Lifting her hips, he pulled her jeans and underwear completely baring herself to him.

"Taste me." She pleaded.

Throwing her legs over his strong shoulders, he nipped her inner thigh before burying his face into her womanhood.

Ana's moans wafted through the night sky and it felt like music to his ears. "Look at how much you need me." He spoke in a husky voice as his tongue lapped up her arousal.

"God yes." She breathed out as she felt his deft finger enter her.

His tongue teased her sensitive bud which had Ana trembling. Involuntarily, her hands sank into his hair, her nails raking the scalp.

Almost immediately, Liam's hand clasped her wrists and he pinned them against the pillows. "Tsk tsk. What did I say Anastasia?"

"Liam stop playing and fuck me."

Liam chuckled lowly and pressed his lips against hers. And at that moment, he sunk into her.

She feels so heavenly...

He started slow, letting her get used to him before picking up his pace. One of his hands grabbed her waist to keep her in place, his fingers digging into the flesh. His hips snapped and he pounded into her relentlessly, pleasure coursing through their veins.

With every stroke, she was pushed to a new high, a new level of euphoria. She was so close and so was Liam. He could feel his lower spine tingle and abdomen tightening, which made his strokes shorter and faster.

"Come with me, Ana."

And she did.

Like a coil snapping, she climaxed. Shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Liam groaned and buried his face into her neck breathing heavily as he dumped his load, her walls squeezing around him.

After a few minutes when their breathing returned to normal, Ana wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. Liam snuggled into her and pulled a blanket over them.

"I love you Liam."

"I love you too, Anastasia."

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I’m so happy you liked it! I really, really need to get back to that series and finish it... but you know how life gets in the way sometimes!

I always welcome your feedback on my attempts at writing and as usual, thanks so much for reading, commenting and re-blogging, my friend! :) <3

King Sized Revelations - Part 8

Pairings: Liam x MC (Catherine) Rating: NSFW (Only the mention of, nothing explicit)

This chapter: After reading his mother’s letter to Catherine and finally finding peace over her death, can he also deal with his father’s past deception?

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After coming home from Switzerland a few weeks ago, it’s back to business as usual… 

It’s a little after six a.m. at the palace and you are already hard at work in your role as the Queen of Cordonia. 

You awoke before Liam, which almost never happens… but, you have a lot on your plate today and decided that with the quietness of the palace at this hour, you’d be able to focus without distractions. You showered and dressed, then tip-toed to the bed where he lay peacefully sleeping. You bent down and gently kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “I love you, Liam…” then quietly walked out the door, leaving him sleeping like a baby. 

After reaching your office you walk over to the desk and sit, taking the stack of papers neatly clasped together by a single paper clip. This is your project… your contribution to the people of Cordonia… It is a proposal compiled from your ideas. From hospital equipment to recruiting a higher level of providers, there was no stone unturned. 

Liam had approached you with the idea several months ago after he learned that Cordonia was on a top ten list for the country with the worst healthcare system. You’ve spent hours researching and gathering data in order to effectively support your vision… and not to mention getting help from your friends. 

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Return to Cordonia this Friday for your baby’s first Red Apple Gala! 🍎👑

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What a snake! I think Neville ought to suffer through a public torture session... With Riley/Amanda leading the way! lol

I love how you are preparing Liam and the other’s for her ‘departure’, but if she’s pregnant, maybe she won’t have to?

Great read! I can’t wait for the next chapter!

My Love

Chapter 10

Book: The Royal Heir A/U

Pairing: Liam and Riley

A/N: Thank you @bebepac for reading snippets.

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She was supposed to be dead.

Thankfully, she wasn’t.

Not until he had returned later that day to the sprawling estate that overlooked the crystal blue waters of the Meditteranean, did he fear the consequences of his actions. Here he was now, eight days later, standing on the patio with a glass of Riesling in one hand, his dull brown tie bouncing and swinging like a buoy in the salty sea air, and trusting the message he sent to Amanda this morning would be received loud and clear. 

She had died.

He saw her.

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Aww... so, so sweet! Great read!

You Are My Sunshine - Liam x Riley

Just a short wee fic that ive pulled together.

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Liam x Riley x Delilah

Summary: When Liam comes down with a bug, theres only two people he would want around him.

Word Count: 1,667

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I always notice every single spelling mistake or issue after I’ve posted…so apologies in advance! 

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It was seven o’clock and Riley was just returning to the royal quarters after her final meeting of the day, Liam’s last meeting finished at four, Liam hadn’t been feeling too great that morning when awoke, he didn’t think much of it so neither did Riley, however when Liam appeared at their quarters after his previous meeting and asked Riley if she would be able to sit in for him in what should have been his last meeting of the day. she instantly agreed, knowing Liam would only ever ask her to do that if he really couldn’t go. When Riley returned, the lights were all off throughout the apartment all except, Delilah’s bedroom. Their three-year-old recently moved from the joining nursery to her own bedroom and she wasn’t yet used to it. It was just about Delilah’s bedtime. As Riley approached the room she stopped at the door when she heard faint singing coming from her husband, a smile fell onto her face when she seen Delilah lying in bed with tear stained cheeks looking directly into Liam’s eyes who sat on the floor beside the little ones bed looking directly back at her. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away” 

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I can’t wait for the rest of this series! It’s definitely got my attention!

Pretend I don’t Love you Prologue

Pretend I don’t love You

Drake x Jess, Liam x ????, Paige (MC) x ????

Liam meets the love of his life wanting to propose to her, But one night after Constantine’s assassination, Leo has to make a choice that would change both his and Liam’s life’s. Will Liam ever be able to forgive his brother and be the Liam everyone knows and loves. Six years later everything comes crashing down forcing Liam to make a choice.

Prologue: How do I Live.

Summary:  Liam met the love of his life, but his life changes after Leo makes a difficult choice.

Word count: 3059

Warnings: Angst, mention of Character death. Violence, Abuse of a woman. Please Note that Liam will not be himself in this.  

Thank you to the amazing @cocomaxley for beta reading this for me. 

Please Note: English is not my first language. The characters belong to PB. I only own my OC.

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Liam met Paige a few months after starting college in the states with Drake. Constantine and Leo had decided that he could go, before he would step into his duties and Leo’s right hand. They had created a new identity for him, he was going to be Liam Ferrio from Paris. If anyone was to google him they would find that he was just an average boy from an average family. 

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I really, really, really need to play/read that book! Like quick! I love the art too!

First of all, I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to the kind-hearted individual who made me this gorgeous graphic. I can’t think of a better way to get the word out about the upcoming Val Appreciation Week taking place August 14-21. I already have a number of people committed, but for the rest of you, it’s a week in which I encourage you to submit as much Val content as your heart desires. Fics, art, edits, incorrect quotes, moodboards, and anything else is great and even better if it includes her wife, Kenna. Please DM me if you are interested.

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I absolutely fell out of my chair laughing! This is so cute and sweet and so Drake! Can’t wait to see what little ole Nick has in store for him!

The Devil Wears Denim

Part of @emceesynonymroll​ ‘s Wacky Drabble’s #35/36???

Part 2 of 3 from the Little Sh!t series

Summary: Drake and Alyssa are stuck with Nikolas for the night.

Wacky Drabble Prompt: Aren’t you going to read the instructions

Using Friends Prompts from @loveellamae​  In fact, I’m undercover right now. I’m a whore and What’s the worst that could happen? I could die.

A/N: Thanks @burnsoslow​ for letting my little menace torture your couple and pre-reading. I’m fairly certain that one part was written more for your enjoyment (it wasn’t supposed to be that long Burns… lol).

Look Enna! I wrote two drabbles in less than a month :) And we have a worldwide pandemic to thank for that.

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“Hell no! That little shit is not staying in our house.” Drake spat at the small boy who had his father’s boyish looks and his mother’s witty charm.

“Drake. He’s just a little boy,” Alyssa defended. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could die.”

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Beautiful...

I’m glad Liam accepted that it’s really her and that their friends can see it too! Though, I’m not sure of their reaction if she has to ‘leave’ again. Especially Liam. I don’t think he could deal with it a second time and not completely break in the process. But I am so intrigued by where you’ve taken this story so far and with you writing it, I am sure it will be amazing!  Can’t wait for the next chapter! :)

My Love

Chapter Nine

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Book: TRH

A/N: Thanks @burnsoslow for the late-night beta read and for making me believe a lion was going pop out of my phone (I’m still astounded by how gullible I am, but the conversation was hilarious).

A/N/N: Using a prompt I was given by @pedudley​ that she requested for Liam and Maxwell: “What are you doing?” “Hiding”

THANK YOU for all of your continued messages about this story!!! 

“And I always will, my love,” Liam whispered under his breath as he lowered the gun to his side. He squinted in astonishment and took a half-step back. 

He knew. 

He could feel it.

And – in a way that mystified even himself – he could see it.

A sudden wave of realization crashed over him that nearly dropped him to his knees. 

“Riley?” he questioned through a shaky breath, his focus on her never faltering.

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I love pregnant Riley. She’s a hoot! Great read!

Our House (#Riam)--WackyDrabble #34

This fic is my submission to @emceesynonymroll’s #WackyDrabbles. This week’s prompt is:  Oh, don’t act like you don’t love the attention. 

I will also be incorporating the following Grey’s Anatomy prompt from @loveelllamae: I need the day off. For drinking.

The pairing for this fic is Riam.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.

All characters except for OCs belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: My House, Flo Rida: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15E5W6Jtyso

Word Count: 1,786

“Get out of my way, Liam!” Riley hollered as she angrily stamped a polka dotted sneaker against the asphalt of the Valtorian manor driveway. She jingled her car keys impatiently as she glared at her husband.

“You are not going anywhere by yourself!” Liam yelled back, his face red.

“It’s bad enough you and your mooching ass friends are forcing me to leave MY OWN HOUSE! Now you want to take away my fucking freedom!”

“Riley, no one here is a moocher, and you know that!”

“Oh, really? Name the last time any of you paid me any rent? Folks are living pretty large on my dime, Liam!”

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This is powerful and written so well! Tyril is sweet and cautious and caring and strong... *swoon*

I loved it! :)

Heaven’s Fury

Here we are, my first Blades of Light and Shadow fic! Starring you, elf!MC, and Tyril Starfury.  I have also used some soft sentence starters by @ddaenghoney​, which are bolded. I wrote this because I desperately needed some Tyril/MC h/c and I’m guessing so do some of you xx enjoy!

After facing off with the Dreadlord, you (MC Freda) are badly injured, and pulled from the battlefield to save your life.

Length: 1328

Genre: hurt/comfort

Tense: second person, present

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Rain lashes at your backs as you duck inside the partly collapsed structure. With barely enough roof left to shelter beneath, you press against the wall, hearts pounding, and ears pricked as you listen for pursuers. Silent as you can, trying to quell your heavy breath, your focuses are on the sounds beyond the rain, beyond the fury of the battlefield, and beyond the yells of separated companions.

“Are they safe?” you breathe, knowing only your companion could hear you over the howling wind and angry cries past your meagre hiding place. It takes a long time for Tyril to answer.

“I don’t know,” he finally says, and you tighten your fists as you finally turn to him. As he lifts his head to peer through the cracked window, magic streaks through the sky, and lights his face long enough for you to make out the dark hair sticking to his face, the cut across his cheek, and the pure rage in his eyes.

You reach for his hand in the dark, squeezing it gently, and when he turns his face to you his eyes soften, pain welling behind them, before he slips beneath the sill into darkness again.

“Freda…” he squeezes your hand, stronger than you had managed, and as your breath steadies you remember why he pulled you out of the way and gasp. Tyril’s hand tenses, and you feel, rather than see, him shuffle closer, shivering at the sensation of his warm breath near your shoulder.

“We should…” you suck in a breath, cutting yourself off, and close your eyes. White hot pain streaks along your thigh and you lean your head back against the shaking wall. The pain isn’t the problem, though. Your eyes fly open as you hear another cry from outside. Tyril lifts his head again, but there isn’t rage there, but panic, and the doubt in the warrior elf sends your heart pounding again. You are sure you recognise the cry. “We need to help them. Need to…”

“No.” Tyril holds you firmly as you try to stand. “The tide has turned, Freda, your foolishness saw to that.” He ends the sentence in a growl that drains the fight from you and colours your cheeks. For once grateful that he can’t see you, the relief is gone a second later when he snaps his fingers, and the tiniest flame appears on his palm. He isn’t looking at your face, but at the gash on your leg.

“It wasn’t foolishness,” you object under your breath, but there is no fight in your voice, and you know he’s right.

Tyril doesn’t answer you, his focus intent on your injury. The pulsing ache that echoes up your leg curdles your stomach, and you press a fist against your mouth, unable to look away from the torn, blood soaked pants that he pries apart to see the wound. Scowling, your companion casts a wary glance your way and you bite your lip as your eyes meet. The tiny flame illuminates every curve on the elf’s face and reflects in pale, glossy eyes, his frustration melting as they search yours. You wince, and for the briefest moment he reaches for your hand again, squeezing your fingers. The warmth of his touch swells in your chest and sends tingles through your arm even after he releases you.

“Eyes on me, Freda.” The corner of his mouth twitches into something you think is intended as a reassuring smile, but it fades as he reaches into your pack for the medical supplies.

You try do what he asks, watching the focus in his furrowed brow as he tends to your injury. His face is lit in profile, shadowing his eyes, but the tension in his jaw fills the air. Your wound, still pulsing, feels at once hot and cold as Tyril presses a compress against it. You chance a look down and see a faint glow beneath his hands where he presses against your leg. He mutters something even you can’t catch, then the glow fades, and he starts to peel off the treated fabric.

“Don’t look away from me.” You look up in time for a flash of determination before Tyril focuses back on his work. Pressing his knee against a new wad of gauze to free his hands, he pulls out a dagger to cut a length of bandage and begins to wrap it around your thigh. You focus on the small details of his face to distract yourself: the way his hair falls either side of his tall ear; the ridges on his temple as he concentrates; the slender curve of his jaw, where rain soaked hair sticks to it; the tight line of his lips, and the violet tinge in his cheeks.

“What you did back there was incredibly reckless, and foolish, risking your life,” he says, surprising you, “you should have waited.” Again he doesn’t look up, removing his leg and hooking a hand under your knee to lift it gently. A sudden image of the looming Dreadlord returns, and you flinch, looking away into the darkness.

“You would have done the same for me,” you reply, wincing. Tyril pauses, bandage in one hand and your leg in the other. For a moment the broken room is silent. The noise from outside and occasional flashes of magic don’t pierce the space, and you become aware of the quickening of your heart.

“That…” he clears his throat, “that isn’t the point. I would have…”

He finishes and ties the bandage, and you can’t hold in the sigh of relief. The pressure of the bandage stems the pulsing aches and all that is left is a centred pain that you can manage. You wait for him to continue, but though his lips are slightly parted, he doesn’t speak.

“You would have..?” you prompt. Tyril clutched the remaining bandage so tight his knuckles whiten. Painfully, he meets your gaze.

“I would not have been able to continue I…” he swallows, “I care about you. More than I have ever cared about anyone. I want you to know that.”

You stare at him, every other feeling numbing but the dryness in your throat. You answer in a quiet rasp, “why didn’t you say anything before… before we went…”

Tyril reaches for your hand as his eyes water, and you try to imagine what he could be thinking as he blinks them back. “If I had told you this before you fought the Dreadlord, I would be admitting my own weakness. If you had… died… It would have been impossible to continue. And I didn’t want to distract you. Either one of us could have died tonight.” He winces and turns away, giving you a much needed moment to process what he just said. As Tyril busies himself replacing the medical supplies, you reach out and turn his chin to face you, running a thumb over the cut on his cheek.

“But we didn’t die,” you say firmly. “We’re here. I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Tyril’s flame brightens beside you, prompting your smile as it warms his face. Feeling stronger, you shuffle forward, tracing the curve of his jaw, and gently moving your thumb over his lips. Tyril leans into the touch, lifting your hand to press his lips to the soft skin of your palm.

“By the gods, I will protect you,” he says to your hand, eyes closing as he inhales deeply. Finally, a tiny smile settles on his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, searching his eyes for an answer when he looks to you again. The light of his flame burns brighter, sparking something deep and soothing in his gaze. Outside, flashes of magic and shouts and collisions compete with the rain and the wind, but in here, the room is dry, the flame is warm, and Tyril Starfury kneels inches from your face.

“I would like nothing more.” Tyril’s voice drops as he leans toward you, breath warm on your skin, teasing long fingers through your hair as your eyelids slide shut.

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Beautifully written!! ❤❤

Make Up (Alana x f!MC) (NSFW)

AN: This goes out to a friendly anon who requested an Alana x f!MC smut fic. Hopefully this is to your liking :) Naturally, given that this is NSFW it’s meant for 18+ readers only.

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Word Count 729

It was the call Kai had always feared.

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Alternatives for 25 overused words in writing

1. Interesting- note worthy; thought-provoking; fascinating; attracting; appealing; attention-grabbing; captivating; gripping; invigorating; engrossing; engaging; electrifying.  

2. Beautiful- striking; stunning; magnificent; lovely; charming; gorgeous; radiant; dazzling.

3. Good- acceptable, wonderful, exceptional; positive; brilliant; first-rate; notable; stellar; favorable; superb; marvellous; prime.

4. Bad- awful; lousy; poor; unacceptable; crummy; dreadful; rough; inferior; substandard; atrocious; appalling; dreadful; defective.

5. Look- glance; fixate; observe; stare; gaze; peer; scan; watch; study; browse; eye; glimpse; review; inspect.

6. Nice- lovely; superior; pleasant; satisfying; delightful; likeable; agreeable; correct; adequate; swell; fair; okay; approved.

7. Very- extremely; exceedingly; exceptionally; immensely; tremendously; abundantly; particularly; remarkably.

8. Fine- satisfactory; worthy; respectable; exquisite; suitable; well; imposing; decent; admirable; praise-worthy; decent.

9. Happy- cheerful; delighted; pleased; content; amused; thrilled; elated; thrilled; ecstatic; on cloud 9. 

10. Really- genuinely; truly; honestly; actually; undoubtedly; certainly; remarkably; incredibly; downright; unquestionably; extremely.

11. Sad- miserable; gloomy; devastated; down at heard; distraught; distressed; dispirited; sorrowful; downcast; feeling blue; desolate.

12. Big- massive; huge; giant; gigantic; enormous; large; colossal; immense; bulky; tremendous; hefty; sizable; extensive; great; substantial. 

13. Shocked- taken aback; lost for words; flabbergasted; staggered; outraged; astonished; astounded; stunned; speechless; appalled.

14. Small- tiny; petite; mini; miniature; microscopic; minuscule; compact; pocket-sized; cramped; puny; undersized; limited; meager; modest; minute; pint-sized. 

15. Angry- irate; enraged; touchy; cross; resentful; indignant; infuriated; wound-up; worked-up; seething; raging; heated; bitter; bad-tempered; offended; frustrated. 

16. Know- understand; comprehend; realize; learn; perceive; recognize; grasp; sense.

17. Change- alter; transform; replace; diversify; adjust; adapt; modify; remodel; vary; evolve; transfigure; redesign; refashion; advance; transition; shift; adjustment.

18. Old- aged; ancient; matured; elderly; senior; veteran; decrepit; seasoned; venerable; past one’s prime; doddering; senile.

19. Think- ponder; reflect; conceive; imagine; contemplate; consider; determine; realize; visualize; guess/assume; conclude; envision. 

20. Funny- comical; ludicrous; amusing; droll; entertaining; absurd; hilarious; silly; whimsical; hysterical; joking; witty; facetious; slapstick; side-splitting; knee-slapping.

21. Go- move; proceed; advance; progress; travel; walk; journey; depart; exit; flee; make one’s way; clear out; get underway.

22. Give- grant; donate; hand-out; present; provide; deliver; hand over; offer; award; bestow; supply with; contribute to; send; entrust.

23. Get- acquire; obtain; receive; gain; earn; gather; collect; buy; purchase; attain; score; secure; take possession of; grab.

24. Easy- effortless; simple; clear; smooth; straightforward; uncomplicated; painless; accessible; apparent; basic; plain; child’s play; facile; elementary; cinch. 

25. Fast- agile; brisk; rapid; nimble; swift; accelerated; fleeting; high-speed; active; dashing; winged; hurried; turbo. 

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I knew this chapter was going to be intense and you did not disappoint! From the initial anger and disbelief to his... acceptance (?) Liam’s emotions are absolutely on a roller coaster. And I fear it will only get worse before it gets better...

Great chapter, as always, and I can’t wait for the next. Riley definitely has her work cut out for her, but I’ve got a feeling the baby will play a pivotal role in convincing Liam who she really is...? Or, will she even get that chance?

See? You’ve got my imagination running wild!

My Love

Chapter 8

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Book: TRH

A/N: Thanks @burnsoslow​ for the punctuation and grammar magic on the first half of this. The rest is all on me … lol (Somehow, I got two college degrees with my shame). Also, @patriciaanchrist2019​ , who has begged me for two weeks to get this posted … here ya go :)

**This chapter is, by far, my most favorite thing I have ever written. I don’t care if everyone hates it, thinks it weird or whatevs. It’s so different that I can’t get enough of it. After the next chapter, I have no idea where this thing is heading, but damn if I can’t wait to find out.

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Liam clenched his fist so tightly, he felt the burning sting of blown veins and vessels that had earlier been penetrated by a needle forcing fluids into his hot blood. These same two hands that squeezed together in murderous rage were the same ones he had envisioned moments ago being wrapped around the exposed neck of his wife’s recently discovered killer, gripped so firmly and securely, there would be no doubt that not one drop of air would enter or depart from her immoral lips. He needed to watch her fearful eyes beg him for the compassion and mercy she so callously cheated Riley of  – cheated him of. Instead, she had the audacity to stare back at him with an expression reminiscent of a blushing bride approaching her groom at the altar. 

She looked at him with love and admiration.

He looked at her with hatred and scorn.

Somehow, amid this face-off, Liam would make damn sure those bright brown eyes that mysteriously beamed in the darkness of her chilly hospital room would soon witness the long-awaited wrath and vengeance he had waiting for her.

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You’re an amazingly talented writer! Pass this along to 10 writers you admire to spread around the love!

Well, this has positively just made my day @allaboutchoices  I really needed something to put a smile on my face today... :) I’m totally nothing without the love and support from other writers and of course, the readers. Thank you so much, my friend!

Here are just a few writers that I think are awesome: @allaboutchoices (of course) @annekebbphotography @bbrandy2002 @dcbbw @ao719 @janezillow @emceesynonymroll @krsnlove @whenyourheartskipsabeat @eadanga 

You guys just keep on inspiring me! I dare you...lol

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This is so sweet and I love how they each worry about the other more than themselves. That’s what real love is all about! Great read!

The Queens of Stormholt Part 1: The First Year (Kenna x Val)

AN: My first story ever! It’s hard to believe it’s already been 2 ½ years since I first posted this, but it’s been quite a journey

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Word Count 1310

Kenna and Val were celebrating their wedding, and it had been a long day filled with celebration, which should have exhausted them, but all they could think about was the moment when it was time to retire for the evening. As soon as they entered their bedroom, they both got undressed and excitement filled the air.

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