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sfb123 · 3 years

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Uncle Drake and his Royal Valentine

Turns out I have one more Valentine’s Day fic in me. Instead of romantic Valentine stuff, I’m all about that cute little kid Valentine fluff, which means it’s time for our second installment of...

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: Uncle Drake x Eleanor (uncle/niece/friendship)

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Thomas (who is ever so briefly mentioned), he is my OC.

Rating: G

Warning:

Word Count: 1,679

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Drake entered the palace and headed straight for the Great Room. Riley and Liam had a couple of meetings that were going to run late, so he agreed to pick up Eleanor from her lessons and watch her until they got back. He got there to find Thomas, Eleanor’s guard, standing watch at the door.

“Babysitting duty again, Walker?” Thomas extended his hand, shaking Drake’s.

“Yea, you know how it is. She almost done?”

“Should be wrapping up, I’ll go get her for you.” He entered the room, and returned shortly after with Eleanor in tow.

“Uncle Drake!” Eleanor ran straight for him at full speed. He caught her in his arms and lifted her up, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey kiddo, how were your lessons?”

“They were good. I learned about manners today. Thank you for asking.” She smiled proudly.

Drake put her back down on the ground and took her hand in his. “Well look at that, already putting it into practice. Your parents are going to be very proud. I was going to hang out with you for a bit, until they’re done with their meetings, would that be ok with you?”

“Yay! Can we color?”

“I think we could make that happen.”

They got back to the Royal quarters, and after getting Eleanor changed and giving her a quick snack, Drake set them up on the coffee table with some paper and crayons.

“Hey, Uncle Drake?” Eleanor put down her crayon and looked up at him thoughtfully.

“Hey Eleanor.” He looked up and smiled.

“Will you be my Valentime?” She looked at him hopefully.

Drake was slightly taken aback by the question. “You want me to be your Valentine?” She grinned and nodded her head. “Why me? I figured you’d ask your dad.”

“No daddy and mommy are valentimes, I need one for me too. Please, Uncle Drake?”

“I would love nothing more, Princess Eleanor.” He reached across the table and lifted her tiny hand to his lips, causing her to giggle.

They continued on with their coloring a little longer, until Riley and Liam entered the room. As soon as she saw them, Eleanor dropped her crayon and ran to them. “Mommy, daddy! I missed you!”

“Aww, we missed you too baby girl. Did you have a good day?” Riley knelt down to her level and gave her a hug.

She nodded her head and smiled. “Uncle Drake is going to be my valentime!”

“He is? That’s wonderful, Princess!” Liam leaned down and hugged his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Why don’t you go wash up for dinner? We’re going to be eating soon.

“Ok daddy.” She went up to Drake and gave him a hug. “Bye Uncle Drake. Thank you.”

“Anytime kid.” Once Eleanor left the room, Drake turned to his friends. “You know, if you guys wanted time to watch her for Valentine’s Day, you could have just asked. You didn’t need this whole elaborate plot of asking me through the kid.” He chuckled.

“Drake, we didn’t do that. She asked you that completely on her own.” Liam held up his hands, shaking his head.

“Yea, sure.”

“No, really.” Riley interjected. “We weren’t even going to ask you to watch her, we were going to have her go to Ramsford, Maxwell is going to be watching Bartie for Bertrand and Savannah, we were going to set up a slumber party for them.”

Drake's eyes darted between Liam and Riley. “So you mean she asked because…”

“Because she genuinely wants to spend Valentine’s Day with her Uncle Drake.” Liam approached his best friend and clapped him on the back.

“Obviously you don’t have to take her, it’s last minute, we don’t want to mess up your weekend.” Riley said.

“No, really, it’s ok. I’m just kind of surprised, wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m not, she loves you Drake, she’s always telling us stories about your adventures.” Riley said as she walked into the kitchen to get dinner together.

Drake blushed, he loved spending time with Eleanor too. He always made sure to balance out all of her courtly lessons with real kid stuff so that she was able to have the most normal childhood possible. He knew she had fun when they were together, but he always just assumed Maxwell was the favorite uncle, because he was so loud and crazy. That’s the kind of stuff kids were all about, right?

“Drake, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?” Liam asked, taking Drake out of his thoughts.

“No, that’s alright. I’ve got a big date this weekend, I’ve gotta go get ready.” He smiled as he shook Liam’s hand and gave Riley a hug before heading out the door and back to his cabin.

A few days later, Riley was with Eleanor in her room getting her ready for her evening with Drake. She put her in a red dress with matching shoes. Riley had also put together a small overnight bag with the essentials that Eleanor would need until she returned to the palace the next day. They heard the front door open and Riley smiled at her daughter. “I think your Valentine just got here, Eleanor.”

“Yay! Valentime!”

Riley took Eleanor’s hand and they walked out to the living room where Drake and Liam were sitting on the couch talking. Riley cleared her throat to get their attention. They both stood and turned around, smiling wildly at the sight of the Princess and her excitement for the evening.

“Eleanor, you look stunning. Just like your mother.” Liam bowed, looking up just in time to catch the blush in his wife’s cheeks. He winked at her and smiled.

Drake approached the girls and bowed in front of Eleanor. As he rose, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Princess Eleanor, you look beautiful tonight. Here, these are for you.” He pulled a small bouquet of daisies from behind his back and handed them to her.

“For me?” Eleanor asked excitedly, bringing the flowers to her face and smelling them, just like her mother did every time her father would bring flowers home.

“Of course. It’s the rule, you have to get flowers for your Valentine.”

“Eleanor, what do you say?” Riley placed her hand on Eleanor’s back to get her attention.

“Thank you, Uncle Drake!” She smiled and hugged him.

“Good girl. I’ll take these and get them in some water. They’ll be in your room when you get home tomorrow.” Riley took the flowers from Eleanor. “Don’t you have something for your Uncle Drake?”

Eleanor nodded and walked over to the end table by the couch, picking up a red piece of paper. She walked over to Drake and handed it to him. “Here Uncle Drake, happy Valentime’s Day!”

Drake examined the picture, it appeared to be two people among a bunch of squiggly lines. “This is beautiful Eleanor. Is that me and you?”

“Mhm, we’re playing in the garden at Valoria.”

“That’s Valtoria, Eleanor.” Liam interrupted her.

“Daddy, that’s what I said!” She turned around and gave her father a stern face, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s beautiful Eleanor. Thank you so much. Will you help me find a good place to hang it up when we get to my cabin?”

“Sure!”

“Great! Well, we should be heading out. We have a busy night planned.” Drake and Eleanor said their goodbyes to Riley and Liam. Before they walked out the door, Drake extended his hand to Eleanor. “M’lady.” Eleanor put her hand in his, and they walked out the door together.

Once they arrived at Drake’s cabin, he brought her overnight bag to the guest room, and they found a perfect spot right in the center of the refrigerator to display his new artwork. “Alright kiddo, I’m starving. You want to have dinner?”

“Yes please, what are we having?”

“I was thinking we could make a pizza.”

Eleanor got a confused look on her face. “How do you make pizza, Uncle Drake?”

“Come on into the kitchen and I’ll show you.”

They went into the kitchen and made a pizza. Eleanor loved sprinkling on the cheese and getting to artistically placing the toppings on the saucy disc. They cleaned up the kitchen while they waited for it to cook, and once it was finished, they sat at the kitchen table together and enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

“What now, Uncle Drake?”

“I was thinking about setting up the projector by the fire pit so we could have s’mores and a movie. Does that sound like fun?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What movie?”

He laughed to himself, what movie was she expecting that would cause her to give him the dirty look he’d seen from Riley countless times? “I mean, I was thinking The Little Mermaid, but if you don’t want to watch that, I guess we could pick something else.”

“No! I love Little Mermaid, she’s my favorite!” She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the yard.

“Whoa whoa, slow down there killer. I’ve gotta get everything and set up. Why don’t you go wait for me by the fire pit. I’ll be right there.”

She nodded and ran to the backyard. Drake gathered everything he needed, and started setting things up in the backyard as Eleanor watched. Drake had her set up the s’mores supplies on the table. Once everything was ready, he lit the fire and started the movie. They sat watching and eating. Eleanor animatedly explained the movie to Drake, and sang along to all of the songs.

As the movie came to a close, Drake looked over to Eleanor and saw her yawning. “Alright, I think it’s bedtime. There’s not much more fun that can be had tonight. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day, Eleanor?”

“Yes Uncle Drake. Thank you. Happy Valentime’s Day.” She said groggily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kiddo.” He lifted her out of her seat and walked her to the guest room to get her changed and into bed.

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host-club-hq · 3 years

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Call of the Scar pt. 2

➼ pairing: harry potter x reader

➼ genre: sfw, fluffy, fantasy

➼ word-count: 2.9k

➼ summary: Harry Potter and Y/N Weasley embark on their great journey together in their fourth year at Hogwarts. What does this unsuspecting year hold for them this time?

➼ part 2 of many :)

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The campsite is a ruin now, drifting in smoke. A child appears, tear-streaked, wailing for his mother. Harry is still lying upon the ground. His eyelids flutter...

A figure strides through the teeming smoke like a ghost. The man pauses, surveys the devastation before him, and lifts his wand into the sky.

"MORESMORDRE!"

A peal of thunder shakes the earth and an eerie green blooms in the sky. Harry squints painfully, gripping his scar and peers up. A colossal skull of emerald stars erupts in the sky, a serpent coiling from its mouth. A shriek pierces the night and Harry's eyes shift, finding the motherless boy a few yards away, howling in terror at the sky.

Harry looks back, toward the man in the distance, and sees he's coming forward. The shrieking boy turns and darts away. Harry's fingers reach for his wand, eyes squinting through the smoke, trying to see the approaching man's face, but all is still a blur, the smoke like black fog, the man a wavering wraith as he draws closer and closer...

"Harry!"

Harry's heart unclenches at your voice and he audibly sighs in relief. Hermione, Ron, and you- tiny dots- race across the campsite. The man stops, looks, then withdraws into the smoke and vanishes.

"Harry!" you call again.

"Thought we'd lost you, mate. And then..." Ron nods nervously to the sky.

"What is that?" Harry follows his eyes to the monstrous thing in the sky.

"Don't you know...?" Hermione asks, confused.

Just then, a popping fills the air and- one after another- ten ministry wizards apparate into view, wands poised.

"DUCK!" Harry exclaims, and the group does as told.

"STUPEFY!"

As they hit the ground, ten jets of fiery red light electrify the air inches above their heads.

"Stop! Those are my children!" Arthur dashes to the rescue.

"Are you lot alright?" Arthur breathes hurriedly.

"Which one of you conjured it?"

Harry and the others turn and watch Barty Crouch- a stiff man with a toothbrush mustache and steely eyes- emerge through the haze.

"Mr. Crouch, you can't possibly-"

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Crouch points his wand shakily to all of the teens, alternating between each one.

"Crime?" Harry states incredulously.

Crouch wheels, pointing his wand directly at Harry, eyes glittering lethally when... he notices Harry's scar.

"Barty. They're just kids." Amos interjects. Harry watches Crouch blink. You side-step in front of Harry and draw him close to you. Crouch lowers his wand.

"What crime?" Harry speaks again.

You turns to him and nod at the sky. "That... it's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's... his mark." you whisper carefully.

"Voldemort?" Harry questions. You shush him. "You can't keep saying that..." you remind.

A disturbed murmur ripples through the wizards at Harry's utterance of the name. Ron looks particularly pained.

"Why do you always have to do that?" He sighs.

"Those people tonight- in the masks- they're his too, aren't they? His followers."

"Death Eaters." Arthur confirms solemnly.

Harry considers his, then gazes back down the beach, toward the spot where the mysterious figure appeared.

"There was someone before. A man. There." Harry points. Everyone turns to look.

"A man? Who, Harry?" you eye him carefully.

"Dunno. One minute he was there, then... not. I never saw his face. Could've been anybody..." Harry is beginning to realize that his witness is of no value without any facial recognition.

Harry glances upwards, clinging to the sky like a stain is the Dark Mark.

Hogwart’s Express

Students hang out of compartment doors, talking and laughing while an old woman pushes a candy trolley up to Harry, Ron, yours, and Hermione's compartment.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" The trolley witch asks, out of breath.

Harry and Ron leap up, while you and Hermione continue to read the Daily Prophet. There's a photograph of the Dark Mark, a headline screams: "TERROR AT THE WORLD CUP."

"I'll have a pack of Droobles. And a licorice wand and..." Ron digs into his pocket and frowns. "On second though, just the Droobles."

"S'alright, I'll get it-"

"Just the Droobles." Ron firmly interjects for Harry.

Ron takes his gum and quickly ducks back into the compartment. Harry frowns, feeling guilty, when a sweet voice sounds.

"One Pumpkin Pastie, please."

Harry turns and finds a very pretty dark-haired girl standing by the cart. Sensing Harry's gaze, she looks up and smiles. Taking her treat, she heads off.

"Something sweet for you, dear?" The trolley witch leans to speak to Harry. He looks down at her.

"Huh? Oh. No. I'm not... hungry." He decides. Harry watches Cho's lithe figure retreat, watching until she slips into a compartment and is gone.

"Head out of the clouds, Potter." you call from inside the compartment as the trolley witch moves to the rest of the train. Harry diverts his attention to you, seeing you haven’t even lifted your head from the Daily Prophet. He rolls his eyes.

"This is bad. Very bad..."

Harry turns and sees Hermione shaking her head darkly behind the Prophet's screaming front page. Harry considers the image of the Dark Mark and accompanying article: "DARK MARK STIRS OLD FEARS (First Sighting in Thirteen Years)," then eyes the photo of the article's author, Rita Skeeter. Hermione snaps the paper shut and stares at him.

"It's hurting again, isn't it? It was hurting that morning too. The day of the World Cup?" your gaze is gentle and concerned, but Harry doesn't reciprocate. Ron, full of gum, stops chewing, eyeing Harry with trepidation.

"I'm fine." Harry snaps. Your hand withdraws from his shoulder without a word. Hermione's eyebrows furrow and her eyes briefly flicker from you to Harry with distain.

"Suit yourself. But at least tell him. You know he'd want you to." Hermione eyes Harry with determination. He sighs.

"DEAR SIRIUS"...

Harry rolls up the parchment, fixes it to Hedwig's leg, and lets her fly free of his hands and through the open window.

Hedwig soars high, leaving the train behind as she knits her way across the sky. On the horizon, a castle appears.

The Hall glows magically, decked out for the start-of-term feast. Albus Dumbledore addresses the House Tables from the top of the Hall while Flitwick, Hagrid, McGonagall, and Snape look on. Filch flowers from the rear doors.

"Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker, has informed me that the list of objects forbidden within the castle now includes Screaming Yo-Yos, Fanged Frisbees, Ever-Bashing Boomerangs, and Chocolate Marshmallow Bunnies." There is a mischievous beat before he continues. "I'm joking about that last one. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items and may be viewed in Mr. Filch's office." Dumbledore smiles.

"Mental. Always has been." Ron grumbles from where he sits at the Gryffindor table.

Harry grins and glances to the Ravenclaw table, seeing Cho grinning appreciatively at Dumbledore as well. You follow his gaze and smirk. "Catching feelings, are we?" you mumble just loudly enough for Harry to hear, who turns.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The Chang girl. Pretty, isn't she?" you glance back at her. Harry suppresses a smile.

"Shut up." He pushes you.

"Not likely." you shrug.

"Now. There is, apparently, a rather nasty rumor flying about the school that Quidditch will not be played this year. That rumor, I'm here to tell you... is absolutely true." Dumbledore announces with suspense. Indignation fills the Hall. Dumbledore smiles in amusement.

"There is an explanation. You see, Hogwarts will this year play host to a legendary event. An event that has not taken place in over one hundred years... the Triwizard Tournament." Excitement hakes the Hall, one voice ringing clear:

"You're joking!" Fred exclaims. You put a hand over her face and peek from under it, watching as your classmates watch your brother make a fool of himself and hiding from under the palm of your hand.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley. For those of you know do not know, the Triwizard Tournament was originally conceived some seven centuries ago as a way for the three largest European wizardry schools to engage in a series of magical contests while their respective student bodies experienced the benefits of cross-cultural social intercourse."

A crackling, albeit bewildered, silence hangs in the air.

"In other words: One got to spend the entire year getting to know people who spoke a funny language. Unfortunately due to a distressing high death toll, the Tournament was cancelled..."

Hermione's brows knit together with dark concern.

"Then why the bloody hell are they bringing it back?" you lean over Hermione's shoulder to voice her concerns. Hermione leans back and reciprocates her expression. "You're asking the wrong person, Y/N." she sighs.

"... until now. Tomorrow, delegations from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magical Arts and the Durmstrang School of Wizardry will journey to Hogwarts. This year, our home will be their home. I ask only that you endeavor to make it a happy one."

Students- Harry, Ron, you, and Hermione among them- crowd the parapets, buzzing with anticipation. Far below, Dumbledore has assembled the staff as a kind of welcoming party.

Suddenly a rumble fills the sky and a team of winged Horses cleave the clouds, pulling a gigantic powder-blue carriage. Through one of the windows, a beautiful woman peers down. With an earth-shaking thud, the carriage lands.

Just then, great bubbles roil the glassy surface of the Black Lake and a long black mast pierces the water, rising higher and higher. A black ship rises out of a great rushing whirlpool of water, looking skeletal and ghostly in the half-light. A dark figure strides out onto the deck- tall, thin, ad sleek.

Students scramble into position and turn expectantly to Dumbledore, who stands before the staff. You notice a man near the back and nudge Harry. It's Barty Crouch.

"What's he doing here?" you ask in a low whisper. Harry shrug without a word and diverts his attention.

"Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" Dumbledore bellows.

Music begins- light and fanciful- and a woman in a diaphanous gown strides into the courtyard. She is beautiful. She is elegant. She is ten feet tall.

"Blimey. That's one big woman." Seamus stares shamelessly up at her.

Then, one by one, a procession of stunningly beautiful Beauxbatons girls enter in graceful synchronization. Clad in silky, skin-clinging robes, they make a decided impression on Ron- and every other boy present. You and Hermione are less persuaded.

"It's indecent to stare at women like that, idiot." you shove your elbow into Ron's and he grunts.

"Lay off, would you?" He sneers, earning your tongue sticking out at him in retaliation.

Suddenly, one after another, they pitch themselves forward and cartwheel to the top of the courtyard where, allayed in a circle, they wait for their last two members: Fleur Delacour, a particularly luminous girl, and her 8-year-old sister Gabrielle, who is her double. Vaulting side-by-side to the center of the circle, Fleur pulls out a silk scarf, dangles it from her fingertips, and 'spins' Gabrielle like a top.

The courtyard roars with approval. Hermione rolls her eyes and you take notices.

"Can you believe the lot of them?" you sigh. Hermione nods in agreement.

"You're just jealous you're not as pretty as them." Ron snickers. Your expression remains unfazed.

"You do remember I'm you're twin, Ronald?" you inform with a sheer, angered tone. Both Hermione and Harry burst out laughing, Ron's cheeks growing hot as the smile disappears from his face. You smirk to yourself.

"Madame Maxime. Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear." Dumbledore welcomes with a large smile.

"Ah, Dumble-dorr. You are well, yes?" A thick French accent is heavy laden over Madame Maxime's words.

"Blooming." Dumbledore ignores the fact that his name has just been mispronounced.

Madame Maxime steps away, passing Hagrid. His beard twitches. Suddenly, the thrum of balalaikas fills the courtyard.

"And now... our friends from the north! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang!"

Igor Karkaroff- tall, sleek and arrogant- strides forth, trailed by a regiment of stoic Durmstrang boys in dark fur cloaks. A pair of sleek black panthers- eyes glittering like gold- pad sullenly at Karkaroff's side. As Karkaroff reaches the top of the courtyard, he glances about imperiously.

"Dear old Hogwarts. It's so..."

"Perfectly imperfect?" Dumbledore suggests. Karkaroff smiles and turns to Snape, who nods curtly.

"Igor." Snape acknowledges.

"Severus. Long time, no see. And Barty. I almost didn't recognize you. You look so... tired. Sleeping well these days?" Igor grins.

Crouch glowers. Karkaroff smiles, then snaps his fingers. A quartet of Durmstrang boys bring torches to their lips and spit dazzling comets of fire into the air. Enthusiastic applause from all.

"Oh my God! It's him!" Ron gasps and straightens.

Harry looks. At the end of the line, brooding behind his shadowed brow, is Victor Krum. Just then, Flitwick- striking his finest conductor's pose- lifts his arms before a ragtag band of students and a discordant tune fills the courtyard. Instantly, the Hogwarts students serenade their visitors with a glorious cacophony, then Hogwarts Anthem"

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts....

Teach us something please

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff

For now they're bare and full of air

Dead flies and bits of fluff."

Karkaroff raises an eyebrow.. Maxime struggles to hold a smile. Dumbledore beams.

"We just might have the worst school anthem ever written." you groan as she cover your face with your hands while the school continues to sing the horrid song.

"I never will understand who wrote it and why." Harry sighs in exasperation.

"Dead flies and bits of fluff? Why in Merlin's name is that necessary?" you scoff. Harry chuckles.

"Maybe if they're talking about you." Harry mutters. You gasp and turn to him.

"How dare you? My grades are better than yours have ever been." you whack Harry on his upper arm and he scowls at you.

"Not better than Hermione's." Harry reminds with a smug expression to which you roll your eyes.

"Hermione is inhuman, no one can have the grades that she has." you inform. Harry considers this a moment and nods.

"You're right." He sighs.

"So we bid you truly welcome

You are a funny lot

But any guests of Hogwarts

Can't be all rot!"

You snicker to yourself at the last few words and Harry nudges you, struggling to suppress a smile himself.

"It's not funny." Harry's lips twitch upwards as he wags a scolding finger at you as you laugh.

"It's a little funny. Can't be all rot?" you snort and induce laughter within Harry, who covers his own mouth in attempts to keep from disturbing the welcome. "Stop it." He pleads and shoves your shoulder with his own.

"Quiet, the both of you. There's nothing to laugh about." Hermione scoffs, which only results in harder laughter from the two of you. Hermione rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. "Honestly."

"Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here." Dumbledore sighs as the song comes to an end- thankfully for the two students in stitches.

Everyone feasts. Bewitched by Madame Maxime, Hagrid stares down the tall table to where she sits... and absently spears Professor Flitwick's hand with his fork. Karkaroff eyes Crouch darkly, then turns and sees that Snape is watching him. Smiling thinly, Karkaroff tips his goblet.

Harry eyes the Ravenclaw table, where the Beauxbaton girls sit and Fleur converses with Cho. Ron stuffs his face and stares at Krum, who sits with the Slytherins.

"Brilliant, isn't he?" Ron speaks up as he chews slowly, in a trance.

"He's eating." you smack your brother's shoulder and push his face to look at something other than Krum.

"Why d'you suppose they've been put at the Slytherin table?" Harry's eyebrows furrow as he peeks over at Durmstrang every now and then.

"Birds of a feather. Durmstrang puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts." Hermione takes a bite of her meal as she informs the group.

Hearing this, Harry's eyes shift, considering Karkaroff.

"Wishing it was you over there instead of Krum, are you?" Ron suddenly pipes up. Harry turns to see who he's talking to- and it's surprisingly his own sister.

"Ronald, what in Merlin's name are you talking about?" Hermione sets down her fork and leans forward to glance at Ron incredulously.

"What? Everyone knows Malfoy's got a thing for her. As much as I hate to admit it. That guy's the worst." Ron grumbles. You scoff in disbelief. You turn to look at the Slytherin table and then quickly back to your brother.

"Now what would provoke you to say such a thing?" you laugh humorlessly. Harry looks to Ron expectantly.

"Malfoy's a git to all of us." He reminds. Ron sighs.

"Especially to Y/N- don't you see it?" Ron looks around expectantly. Everyone looks at him with vacant expressions and he groans.

"Everyone knows the boys who tease the girls the most fancy them." Ron states like it's obvious and everyone around him is an idiot.

"That's like saying Malfoy's got a thing for Harry. Harry, do you think Malfoy has a thing for you?" you glance over at Harry and stare at him.

"What? No. That's... weird." Harry shivers to even think about that. "I'd prefer you never mention that again." He requests. You ignore him a moment.

"Besides, Ron. I'm related to you. Of course he hates me." you snort as you return to your meal. Ron shrugs without another word.

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twinkleallnight · 3 years

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The Christmas gift of writing.

Merry Christmas!

This one is for you dear @texaskitten30 . Thank you for hosting this @cordonianroyalty. Many more thanks to @indiacater for helping me out of my worries and pre reading it for me.

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Drake x Olivia

Word count: 1376

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Mention of pregnancy and childbirth.

Prompt: Features wackydrabbles prompt 71 in bold.

The Nevrakis-Walker Christmas

24 December 2019

“I don’t want to go.” Olivia threw a tantrum umpteenth time.

Drake again patiently tried convincing her. “Come on it’s been a month since we planned the Christmas eve at Beaumont’s manor.”

“Don’t push me Drake. I know you want to don the best uncle’s hat for Bartie and Eleanor. Go ahead. I. Don’t. Want. To. Go.”

“ Livia, please.” Drake closed the distance between them. Standing behind her, he curled his hands around her shoulders, kissing the loose red tendrils of hair away from her neck. “I promise it will be fun.”

“You said it last time too when that bone-head Beaumont set up the April fool prank and look where I stand now.”

Drake delicately moved his hands from her sides to cover her swollen belly. “Well, I don’t regret what we have here, thanks to that prank.”

01 April 2019

They were newly weds when Max called them over to help him prepare for his first book reading session while Bertrand was off to the palace for some official meeting. He locked them in the library and planned to have some fun on April fool’s day. As luck would have it, Bartie fell down and got hurt. Max had to rush to the hospital with Savannah and the couple was left bolted, forgotten by Max. Alone in the library without any rescue plan, soon their carnal desires took over. What were they thinking? No protection and a month later Olivia tested postive.

24 December 2019

Olivia leaned back, Drake taking her weight and trying to relieve her stress. Olivia was an organised person and this unplanned life changing event in their life was giving her nightmares. She was still not prepared, even after all the parenting classes Drake planned and attended with her. To add to it, she witnessed Eleanor’s birth and she was shit scared if she will be able to go through it.

“Livia, you were the smartest little girl I knew growing up. The sharpest teenager I admired and you bloomed into the strongest woman I know. You give me strength and courage to look into the eyes of this world. Our baby will be blessed to have you. You will be a great mother. And I promise I will be there with you at each step, always at your side to share all the moments. Please, stop questioning yourself.” He tilted his head to kiss her on her temple.

Olivia turned around and shrunk into him as he hugged her, trying to wash away her insecurities.

‘How? How will I take care of the tiny being? I grew up with servants, Liam and Drake were my only family. I have never known what being a mother is ? What if I hurt the little life? I want to give you the world Drake but I don’t know how?’ Olivia thought to herself but she still didn’t have the courage to voice it out in front of Drake. A teardrop rolled down her cheek whilst her face was hidden in his broad chest.

She pulled herself together for Drake once again and dressed up in the Red floral dress Drake had bought for her. “ For god’s sake, floral pattern Drake?” she had scowled.

“Don’t be stubborn, try it! Red colour is for you dear, the flowers are for our little bean.” he had lovingly planted a kiss on her growing tummy.

Drake was all smiles to see his wife in the dress. “Lose the grin Walker!” she threw the car keys at him, which he caught at the right moment without letting them smash his face.

As they drove to the Beaumont manor, Olivia warned Drake against Max. “ I promise you I will stab him if I find that bone head within 6 feet of my vicinity.”

“And I promise you that he won’t stand in the room that you occupy. He has still not revived of the shock you gave him last time when you tried to kill him by targeting that flower vase at him.”

Once at the manor, everyone got busy in the preparations for the festivities. Olivia kept close tab on Riley and keenly observed how Riley managed little Eleanor. Riley had sensed Olivia’s anxiety long back and would always keep the company whenever they met.

Max was always at safe distance. Even for dinner, he sat at the far end of the table away from Olivia.

After the meal, Riley and Savannah took their kids to bed. Bertrand and Max went to load the gifts with Bastein to be taken to the charity next day. Liam and Drake sat in the library and discussed the security for Christmas party at the palace. Olivia relaxed in the parlour. She got up to get a glass of water for herself when it all happened suddenly. Olivia felt a sudden rush of fluid down her legs. At the same time, Max came hurrying to pick the leftover gifts and bumped into Olivia. She twirled a bit as Max held her in his arms firmly but she lost her mind. “Drake!!!” she screamed.

Drake barged in, absorbed the scene in front of him and didn’t waste a second. He lifted Olivia and scurried to his car calling out, “ Liam call up the hospital and tell them I am on my way with the mamma bear.”

Luckily, Bastein was out near the car to help. He volunteered to drive them to the hospital.

In all the overwrought, no one realised that the younger Beaumont was left frozen in his place. He was scared to death, never realising that it wasn’t his fault.

“I told you I didn’t want to come!”

“Calm down dear. It has nothing to do with Max. All is under control. We were expecting this. It's time. Have faith Livia! Just breathe!” Drake maintained his poise while reassuring his wife.

Dr Montgomery was waiting at the hospital after receiving the phone call from the king himself. Olivia was admitted. Next few hours passed in a whirlwind, Olivia trying to concede in her fate, unsure about what was to happen. Drake never left her side for a minute. He was holding her hand and talking sweet nothings to their baby while soothing Olivia at the same time. He kept dabbing her face, rubbing her back running around for the ice chips. He had the hospital bag ready in the car for emergency. She had never even bothered about it. She knew he would be a doting father. Olivia was counting her blessings!

Her contractions started nearing and it was finally at the dawn of 25th December that the Duchess of Lythikos along with her loving husband welcomed their baby girl.

The royal couple who was waiting in a special room at the hospital was informed and called in, to greet baby Nevrakis-Walker. Max came with them.

Olivia was holding the tiny little red head in her arms, her eyes welled up with tears. Riley went to her side and hugged her. Liam congratulated the proud father while Max stood at a distance.

Olivia caught his attention and smiled, “Come here you!” Max apprehensively came close to her. She stretched out her free arm to hug him. “I have targeted you a lot this year. Blame those hormones.” Max was relieved that Olivia and baby were fine. “You planned it well for us Beaumont! Look we have a Christmas baby!” Olivia said gleefully. Drake was glad that his nervous Olivia was finally relaxed and happy. Max was overwhelmed, and left speechless. He just hugged her back.

“So what do we call this little bundle of joy?” Riley asked, all excited.

Olivia looked at Drake quizzically. Drake circled his arm around Olivia and gently moved his fingers over their little red head. “Lilith, fierce and strong, just like her mother.”

“Lilith,” Olivia repeated softly. “You will be the strong and protective eldest daughter of our family.”

“Livia!” Drake was surprised at her announcement. His wife who was unwilling to accept any change in her life till a day prior just announced that she was ready to dive in and let the family grow! He couldn’t stop himself and kissed his wife. Olivia was beaming at him.

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just-a-dreamer23 · 4 years

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Pool day in the muggle way!

Some people may think that Half bloods and muggleborns are not worthy to live in the wizarding world. Sadly, part of Nymphadora’s and Romina’s Tonks family members believed in the purity of blood, except their parents. Therefore, they were open to be around with muggleborns, half bloods and even purebloods like the Weasley. In fact, both of them were proud to be part of both the muggle and wizarding world. These sisters embraced who they were in a way that others would never dare to do so.

The older sister, Nymphadora was an Auror and had graduated Hogwarts in the year 1991. As for Romina, she had recently graduated from the school (year 1993) which is why she was able to meet and befriend Harry and his friends. However, she had being the closest to Violet Granger who had entered Hogwarts in the year 1990. Even though, she was a couple of years younger than her they became quite close; if no one knew them they would think they were siblings. They would help one another and the golden trio when it came to studies sections.

It had been a year since Romina had graduated from Hogwarts, instead of becoming an auror like her sister she started preparing herself to be a magizoologist. Her boyfriend of six years, Charlie Weasley was a magizoologist himself and focused more on dragons which is exactly what she wanted to do; one of the reasons they fell in love...their love for dragons. He was already working with dragons in Romania which is why they hadn’t see each other in a long time. However, summer was coming around which meant that they would see each other.

Violet and Hermione had invited Harry, the Tonks and the Weasleys to their muggle summer house in order to spend time together in non- magical environment. They used the excuse of wanting to see the Weasley reactions as they were surrounded by many muggle artifacts. The Tonks were used to muggle things because their father wanted them to learn and get used to it. Making their house be just like the muggles and not use that much magic unless it was necessary. Andromeda agreed to it because she wanted their daughters to have a balance between both worlds; but the Weasley had never had that type of experience.

Given this reason, the four girls wanted them to have an excellent time and show them how much fun muggles could have; not as much fun as wizards and witches though. A week before it all took place, the girls met and decided to go on a shopping trip in which they were going to buy “the essential things” for their pool day. Hermione bought many snacks that they were going to need claiming that Ron would eat a lot and not leave them much; secretly she was looking for things that he would like since she had a crush on him or so the other girls think. Violet focus of beverages...specially sodas for both her and Romina were planning to prank George (Her boyfriend) and his twins along with Charles. Romina was focusing on the fun objects that could be used in the pool like balls, a rubber duck and floats in shapes of random fruits or animals; she got one of an unicorn to see their thoughts on it.

After they had payed for the snacks, beverages and pool accessories it was Dora’s turn to get the group to buy the number one essential, swimsuits. The girls went to a humble store in which they sell swimsuits of every single style. Violet took Romi’s hand and ran to the bikini section in which they grabbed a couple of them to try on. Dora, on the other hand, was trying to convince Hermione to get something more daring as she was looking for a one piece swimsuit. She failed at that and then proceeded to look at the bikini section to select the one that she was interested in.

Many hours later, violet, Romi and Dora were able to decide which bikini they wanted to get; Hermione had already payed hers and was waiting for them. Violet chose a red bikini with white flowers on it, Romina got a high waist bikini the top part was yellow and the bottom was blue with flowers of different colors and Dora got a bikini similar to Romi’s but the top part was pink and the bottom had less flowers. After they finished shopping, they went back to the summer house to set things out and prepare it for their pool day that was going to be in the following week. In the remaining days, the girls would have sleepovers and would talk about many subjects. Overall, they seemed to have gotten closer and had a great time.

The pool day had finally arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came early that day in order to meet their daughters’ friends. They would arrived late at night during the previous week which is why they hadn’t officially met them. When they met Dora they were very curious about her hair which wasn’t surprising and asked her how was it possible to change the colors. Therefore, Dora tried to explain it in the most simple way and when they looked at her confused she said that it was a magical hair dye that would change colors. After that explanation, Hermione got close to her and said “That was a genius idea” to which Dora replied by winking at her.

Then Mrs. Weasley asked me questions regarding to my dragon tattoos and how was it that they somehow sort of moved a little bit. I said that after I got them I made an enchantment that gave the impression that they were flying around the area they are at but they were not moving. She looked at me shocked and then looked at her husband who just shrugged at his wife. Violet says that her parents are a bit conservative but that they liked us. Afterwards, the girls went to their bedrooms and changed into their swimsuits to be ready for when the boys arrived; Romi put a bathrobe to hide her swimsuit and tattoos since Violet gave her the idea to give Charlie a little surprise.

An hour later, the Weasleys arrived through the chimney one by one, Ron being the first one to do so. Before we could great him, Ginny arrived saying “Who’s ready to party? This girl” as she jokingly flipped her hair. Subsequently, George arrived and Violet ran up to where he was to hug him which startled him but then said “Hello there, love!” then peck her lips. The other girls giggled and then heard someone say “Well, things got cringe worthy right away”. Everyone turned to Fred and laughed after Dora hit his head jokingly.

Then Bill came through the chimney and said “The hottest Weasley has made his entrance to bless everyone with his presence”. Before anyone could say anything a deep voice said “Please, not even you believe that brother”. Romi’s heart skipped a beat as she saw her boyfriend coming in and ran to where he was. He picked her up and kissed her which caused the rest of the group groan in a joking manner. After he pulled her down he said while chuckling “You lot are just jealous because you don’t have anybody to love except for Georgie”.

Hermione kept looking at the chimney since there was two persons that hadn’t arrived just yet. Then Ron said “Harry ain’t coming...his uncle and aunt didn’t allow him to come”. Subsequently, Fred said “As for Percy he’s to busy kissing Barty Crouch and Cornelius arses” causing their friends to laugh. Violet smiled at her friends and introduce them to her parents which had already met them. However, this was the first time that she would be presenting George as her boyfriend. It was something that she was being scared about yet she decided to do it there and then to get it over with; George was nervous and even dropped the gift that he had gotten for their parents since his hands were sweaty.

Meanwhile, Romina took Charlie by his hand and guided him to her bedroom without anybody realizing it. He followed her intrigued by her actions and looking around the house which was different from the one he had grown up in. As they got in the room, she gave Charlie a smirk then said “Is been too long since we last saw each other and there is something that might be to your liking”. He raised an eyebrow and then said “Carry on” then she proceeded to strip down from her bathrobe revealing her swimsuit and dragon tattoos. The man’s face got all flushed and he started stuttering random words as she modeled the clothes along with her tattoos in a seductive way.

As she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck they heard a knock on the room’s door. Then a voice said “Are you too making babies or planning to adopt dragons? why is it taking too long...sexy time can be postpone for later”. Charles face couldn’t get redder at that time cause that was humanly impossible but his girlfriend smirked then said “Trust me, the sexy time is coming and the baby making might be put into practice although we will be careful not to make them just yet but you’re right...it has to be postpone so COMING”. At that moment Charlie said “Bloody hell woman, you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”. Romi replied by winking at him and walking towards the door then said “Honey, you got to take care of your dragon before heading out it seems...rather bothered”. When she left, everyone heard Charlie yell “Bloody hell, you’ll pay for this Romi”.

In the following hours the girls had shown the Weasleys all of the house and explained the muggle artifacts that were most curious to them. Then they proceeded to jump at the pool and were slightly confused at the floats. After an explanation of their function they were amused by them and Ginny said “I want the unicorn one. Doesn’t look like a real one but is close enough”. The girls decided to teach pool muggle games to the boys and Ginny. They got quite into it and everybody was rather competitive at the Marco Polo game which was hilarious for both Hermione and Violet.

After being in the pool for nearly two hours, everyone started getting hungry and got out of the pool in order to eat. Mrs. Granger had prepared food for the group along with the beverages and snacks. Violet gave Romi a look and her friend nodded. Romi said “I will have a soda please” and Violet did the same; they actually made the twins and Charlie get some sodas as well. Before anyone could tell them how they were supposed to open the bottle Violet and Romi gave them instructions. “So, the first thing I have to do is shake it violently and then open it in order for the taste to be even better. Alright, everybody lets do it...three...two...one”. The boys along with Romi and Violet shook their drinks, however, only the boys opened it causing the drink to explode in their face.

Everybody including Mr. and Mrs. Granger laughed and the girls began to run for their lives since the boys ran after them. Bill said “THAT WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT” as he wiped the tears that had escaped his eyes from all of their laughing. It wasn’t long after the guys caught the girls and started to tickle them until they were out of breath. Charlie looked at his two younger brothers and said “We better plan a revenge when we are in our world and the tables are turned”. The twins laughed and said “We are on it” then they all proceeded to head back and finish their food.

After they all ate, Hermione took the group the “family room” which was one of the biggest room in their house and they all gathered there. Violet said “We know that you are into muggle stuff and we want to show you something that might blow your minds”. They all said “Wicked” and they proceeded to search for the movie “Practical Magic” to put it in the VCR and watch it with them. As they were doing so Romi asked Ron “Do you like pina coladas? or getting caught in the rain?”. Then before he could answer Violet asked him “Hey Ron, are you not into yoga or do you have half a brain”. Subsequently, Dora said “Hey Bill, do you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape?”.

Before any of them could answer, Hermione turned to Ron and said “Then I’m the love that you looked for , write to me and escape”. After looking at their very confused expressions the girls laughed like maniacs and made fun of them. Once they calmed down, the girls explained to them the fact that they were quoting a random muggle song. They all made a bunch of questions about it and they gladly answered them; they even put the song on for them to hear it. After doing so, they played the movie and once it was over they spoke about it.

An hour later, Violet and George fell asleep in each others arm in the “family room”; they were actually pretending because they wanted to have some time for only the two of them (Pretending to be asleep just to intensely make out with your girl was a brilliant idea according to George). Ron, Ginny, Fred, Bill and Dora went back to the pool for a little bit more and Romina was planning on joining them. However, as she was heading to towards the pool area her hand was grabbed and she got pulled into her bedroom. Then Charlie whispered in her ear saying “I’m ready to practice baby making as you said before my dragon is quite bothered” as he finished his sentence he pressed himself in her back as she bit her bottom lip...the rest was history.

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Violet was inspired by my friend @bl597

#charlie weasley #Fred and George #george weasley #fred weasley imagines #bill weasley #ginnyweasley #hermionegranger #Harry Potter #ron weasley #harrypotter fanfiction

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part six: emerald green]

Master List if you want to catch up

Warnings: NSFW.

Another day of lockdown, another chapter!

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Liam and Camille had a very awkward breakfast with the Walkers - it seemed that everyone had heard Camille the night before. Bianca had teased them by saying, ‘enjoy your nightcap last night, then?’ Liam was slightly hungover and demolished the eggs and bacon set out for him, making sure to shower Bianca with compliments.

Drake focused on drinking his coffee and avoided looking at Camille. If he did, he knew he would be dealing with a boner under the breakfast table. Camille studiously ate her toast while trying to make small talk with Savannah, to no avail as Savannah kept shooting daggers at her and Liam. Because she hadn’t been able to sleep due to Camille’s groans and cries, Savannah had been awake since 3am and she was not happy. She had her hands full with Bartie, who was being particularly demanding this morning.

Bianca was reading the Applewood Gazette and announcing the news in a bid to lift the mood of the room. ‘Oooh the Beaumonts are hosting a Bash this weekend!’ Bianca cooed. ‘It says invitations will be posted asap.. I wonder if we’ll get one?!’

Bianca had been hopeful ever since her chat with Bertrand.

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘I hope not.’

Liam frowned. ‘What’s wrong with the Beaumont’s? I liked them.’

Savannah laughed dryly. ‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘It’s just Drake. He hates social events. Such a loner.’

‘I prefer to be a loner than a desperate social climber,’ Drake muttered. Savannah’s eyes narrowed and she kicked him hard in the leg.

‘OW!’

‘I’ll aim higher next time,’ Savannah hissed.

Camille kept her eyes on her toast, ignoring the sibling squabble. She knew that Drake had overheard her last night and she wasn’t proud of herself. He had been right next door! Why hadn’t she just stopped Liam before he started to get her all worked up? How embarrassing.

Once breakfast was finished, Liam and Camille bid goodbye. Drake was relieved to see them go. He was about to escape to see Lone Star when Savannah grabbed him by the arm. ‘Come into town with me,’ she said.

‘Sav, why?’ he groaned. ‘I need to sort out the horse-’

‘I need your brotherly opinion about what to wear for the Bash!’

Drake sighed. ‘We haven’t been invited.’

‘Yet,’ Savannah corrected him. ‘Yet. I need to be prepared.’

Drake closed his eyes. ‘I know nothing about fashion-’

‘Duh, I know that,’ Savannah said. ‘But I still need a second opinion.’

‘Ask mom!’

‘No!’ Savannah protested. ‘She’ll pick something.. Floral. Or dull. I need someone with me who has younger taste. Besides, we can catch up.’

Drake clocked what she was doing. This wasn’t a shopping trip. This was an interrogation about him and Camille.

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Savannah was picky. Incredibly picky. Anything Drake suggested, she would shoot down in flames.

‘What’s wrong with that one?!’

‘It looks like something a 50s housewife would wear!’ Savannah cried, pushing past Drake to inspect another rail. Drake exhaled, trying to gather patience.

‘It would help if you told me what you’re looking for. Gimme something, Sav.’

Savannah sighed and perused the rails. ‘I want something that says I’m more than just a mom who got knocked up aged 18.. Like, I am so much more. I am sexy and intelligent. I deserve a seat at the table.’

Drake blinked. ‘I meant a colour but yeah, whatever you say..’

‘I will know it when I see it,’ Savannah said, picking up a dress before putting it back. ‘It will speak to me.’

She continued to look through the rails. Drake sat down on a chair, defeated. He would just be patient and wait instead of suggesting anything. Before he could take his phone out of his pocket, Savannah spoke.

‘So, Camille…’

Drake sighed. ‘Yes?’

‘You’ve been hanging out a lot recently..’

God, her tone was so.. probing.

‘Yeah, well, we’ve reconnected,’ Drake muttered.

Savannah held up a blue dress against her body before tutting and putting it back. She glanced at her brother. ‘I can see that,’ she said. ‘All the inside jokes are coming back. The flirting-’

‘We aren’t flirting!’ Drake interrupted.

Savannah scoffed. ‘You absolutely are! Oh my God, Drake, it’s so obvious! The banter! Calling her by her last name! The looks.. Oh my god, the looks.’

‘The looks?’

Savannah placed her hand on her hip and gave Drake a steady stare. ‘You both keep looking at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.’

Drake reacted in the worst way possible to this information; he blushed. Savannah pointed at him, looking triumphant. ‘I knew it!’ she cried. ‘You love her!’

‘Shhh, Sav!’ Drake hissed, as if worried the dresses on the rails were going to spill his secrets. ‘I don’t!’

‘Oh please. The feelings are coming back.’

Drake stood up, shaking his head. ‘Alright. You can get the bus home.’

Savannah grabbed him by the arm. ‘I’m just looking out for you,’ she explained softly. ‘I don’t want to see you get hurt. Or do something stupid.’

‘Like what?’ Drake asked. ‘What would be stupid? She’s getting married, Sav. I’m not an idiot.’

Savannah sighed. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I’m just worried. I don’t think you both realise how big this could get if you’re not careful.’

‘She leaves in a week,’ Drake told her. ‘I won’t see her again until the wedding and then I won’t see her again for the rest of my life so to be honest, Sav, I think I’ll be fine.’

Savannah didn’t look like she believed him. She told him so. Drake let out a frustrated groan and began to walk through the store towards the exit. ‘Get the bus back, Sav!’

‘Drake, wait!’ Savannah rushed after him and continued to walk beside him as they strode through the mall. ‘Drake, stop walking so fast! I was just looking out for you. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret-’

Drake spun around to face her. ‘Savannah,’ he said, his voice firm. ‘I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. I’m not an idiot. Just trust me, okay? I’m not going to do anything with Camille. She’s getting married. That’s it. Now, can we please just find you a fucking dress so we can go home?’

Savannah sighed. ‘Fine,’ she finally said. ‘But don’t say I didn’t warn you-’

‘I get it, Sav.’

The siblings entered a new store and didn’t discuss Camille for the rest of the shopping trip.

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The coveted Beaumont Bash invitation arrived in the post two days later. Bianca and Savannah had jumped around screaming happily while Drake dragged himself outside to look after Lone Star.

She had been his horse since he was twelve. He loved her so much; always had, always will. The horse was keen to get out of the stable for a ride and Drake was happy to indulge her. She needed the exercise anyway.

He rode her gently down the dirt path, deciding to go for a trip around the ranch. Drake wore a checked shirt loose over a white vest and his grubbiest jeans. ‘There’s a good girl..’ he coaxed her as she cantered down the path. ‘Feels good to be out, right?’

Lone Star cantered further down the road until Drake could see Camille’s grandma’s house. He was about to turn the horse back but stopped when he saw Camille was sitting out on the porch. She waved at him.

‘Yeah, look, it’s your old friend,’ Drake murmured to Lone Star. ‘Remember Camille? You loved her.’

Lone Star wickered in response. Camille stood up and began to walk towards Drake and Lone Star. Drake swallowed as his eyes studied her; she was wearing tiny denim shorts and a black vest that hugged her breasts and showed a strip of flat, toned stomach.

‘Hey Drake. Oh my gosh, is this Lone Star?!’ Camille cried, running towards them now. She reached the horse and held out her hand for Lone Star to sniff.

‘It’s your girl,’ Drake confirmed.

A wide smile broke out on Camille’s face. She looked delighted to see the horse; her eyes were dancing. ‘I don’t have any apples for you, babe,’ she said softly.

Drake reached into the bag that was slung around his body and handed her an apple. Camille giggled and held it out for Lone star. ‘Or do I?!’

Drake chuckled and watched as Camille fed Lone Star the apple. ‘You are so gorgeous..’ she whispered, her eyes fixed on Lone Star. ‘I missed you.’

‘She missed you too,’ Drake said, trying to be light. He saw Camille blush and wished he hadn’t said anything. He smiled though as Camille continued to speak to Lone Star in hushed tones, the smile remaining on her face.

She looked up at him now. ‘Having a nice ride?’

‘Yeah, it’s good,’ Drake said. ‘You just hanging out on the porch?’

‘Yeah,’ Camille said. ‘Liam is napping, grandma’s planting more flowers. I have a few hours to spare until dinner.’

Drake nodded, letting a silence descend on them. He was not going to invite her to join him for a ride. He was not going to give Savannah any more reasons to lecture him. But the silence between them was excruciating..

‘Can I join you and Lone Star?’ Camille suddenly asked. ‘Me and my girl gotta catch up.’

Drake swallowed. ‘Uhhh..’

Camille turned red. She had realised that it was an awkward suggestion. ‘It’s cool,’ she said. ‘Are you going to the Bash? I’ll be there so we can talk then-’

‘Montespan,’ Drake said, interrupting her bluntly. She stopped talking and looked up at him nervously.

‘You wanna ride Lone Star?’ Drake asked her.

Camille’s eyes darted to the horse. ‘Uhhh..’

‘She’d love it,’ Drake murmured softly.

Camille blushed again. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Let me up.’

Drake jumped off the horse and helped Camille climb up onto Lone Star. He held her hands as she steadied herself and helped her fix her feet into the stirrups. ‘Not the best horse riding wear,’ he teased.

‘Says you who is wearing jeans?’ she shot back, raising an eyebrow. Drake chuckled and watched as Camille leaned close to Lone Star’s head.

‘Shall we get him to chase us, girl?’ she asked.

‘Don’t you dare..’ Drake breathed.

Camille gave Drake a wink and dug her heels into the horse. Lone Star began to trot up the road before increasing her speed, breaking into a run.

‘Camille!’ Drake shouted. ‘Give her back!’

‘Gotta catch me first!’ Camille hollered over her shoulder.

Drake cursed her and raced after them, trying not to laugh as Camille whooped and cheered.

Camille brought Lone Star to a stop further down the road and waited for Drake to catch up. He was panting heavily as he reached them. ‘You dick..’ he muttered.

Camille giggled. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t resist.’

Drake shook his head, smiling, and took hold of the reins. He began to lead the horse up the road, letting Camille relax astride her back. He and Camille chatted easily, like old times.

As Drake guided the horse, Camille looked down at him and felt her heart flutter. Clearing her throat, she tried to settle herself and stop the fluttering that she hadn’t expected to feel.

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Savannah had chosen a fuschia bodycon dress to wear to the Beaumont Bash. To her, it said she was sexy and intelligent. To Drake, it showed too much of his sister’s skin.

Bianca was wearing an elegant teal trouser suit with nude heels. Her hair had been blowdried by the best hairdresser in town and she was ready to go three hours before they were due to leave the ranch. Bianca was that prepared.

Drake had hired a suit. He refused to wear the too small suit in his closet and so had enlisted Savannah to join him at a tailor shop. With her help, he had found a black suit, new black shoes and an emerald green pocket square that added a surprising pop of colour. The suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest. As Drake examined himself in the mirror, he imagined being a bodyguard because that was what he looked like.

He whistled ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney Houston as he trundled downstairs to join his mother and sister. They were waiting for the taxi to pick them up and they had agreed to pick up Gisele, Camille and Liam on the way.

‘Wow, look at you!’ Bianca shrieked, clapping her hands as she saw her son. ‘You look so handsome!’

Drake grinned. ‘Thanks, ma.’

‘Taxi’s here!’ Savannah hollered. ‘Let’s go!’

The taxi drove them down the road to Gisele’s. Drake clambered out of the car and went to the front door to ring the bell. He waited until the door opened to reveal Camille. He let out a breath as his eyes took her in.

She was wearing an emerald green silk bias cut dress and rose gold strappy heels. Her hair was arranged into a chignon and she wore emerald earrings that dangled from her ears just above her shoulders.

‘Wow..’ Drake murmured, taken aback. ‘You look.. Wow.’

Camille blushed. ‘Thank you,’ she said softly. She studied Drake now, her eyes roaming over his body. ‘You look pretty handsome yourself, Walker.’

Drake was about to reply but was interrupted by Liam and Gisele who joined them. ‘Sorry, sorry, we’re ready now mon cherie!’ Gisele said quickly, arranging her red silk shawl around her shoulders.

Liam clapped Drake on the back. ‘Looking good, Drake! You clean up nicely!’

‘You can be my date for the evening!’ Gisele teased, taking Drake’s arm and letting him lead her to the taxi. ‘All the girls will be so envious!’

‘Grandma…’ Camille groaned.

Gisele shot her a wink and climbed into the taxi, cooing as she complimented Bianca’s hair. Camille and Liam arranged themselves to sit beside Savannah. Savannah studied Camille and said with a knowing tone, ‘Camille, your dress matches Drake’s pocket square!’

Liam laughed and looked back and forth from Drake and Camille. ‘So you do!’ he said. ‘How fun!’

Drake wanted to throw the pocket square out of the window.

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The Bash’s theme was simple: Jewels. Everyone in attendance had to wear an outfit that was a rich jewel jone, hence why Drake had gone for an emerald pocket square. He refused to wear a green suit; fuck that. Pocket squares were as far as he was willing to go.

Bertrand and Maxwell greeted their guests wearing matching suits made of gold brocade. Maxwell had golden glitter pressed on his cheekbones while Bertrand held a walking cane with a gold diamond set on top. He didn’t need a walking cane; he used it purely for decoration.

‘Drake Walker, you look so suave!’ Bertrand cried, shaking his hand. ‘Good to see you. And Camille, my beautiful little gem stone! Stunning! Green is absolutely your colour!’

Maxwell squealed. ‘You’re both matching!’

Drake and Camille both wished everyone would stop commenting on the fucking green.

Liam was wearing a purple suit paired with a canary yellow tie. He usually wore reserved colours of grey, black and blue but as this was his first Bash, he wanted to push the boat out. As a result, Bertrand instantly fell in love with him.

‘You look GORGEOUS! Where is this suit from?’ Bertrand asked. ‘And the tie? Liam, we simply must talk. Come to my table.’

He grabbed Liam and pulled him away. Bianca and Gisele were looking around the ballroom of the Beaumont Manor, excited to start dancing. Savannah was looking for people she could talk to that weren’t her brother; she found Madeleine and rushed over to bow at her feet.

Drake and Camille smiled at each other, now that they are alone. ‘Bar?’ Drake suggested.

‘Lead the way,’ Camille said. Drake chuckled and placed his hand on her lower back as he guided her to the bar area. His touch burned through the silk of her dress. They stood at the corner of the bar and Drake raised his hand at the bartender. Camille let him order; he chose champagne for her, whiskey for himself.

‘I want whiskey,’ Camille said softly, tugging on his sleeve.

Drake chuckled. ‘Really?’

‘Really.’

Drake swapped her drink and watched as she sipped the amber liquid. He tried to ignore the butterflies that were flying around crazily like they were on acid in his stomach. But right now, she looked beautiful.

Camille looked up to find him staring at her. ‘You okay?’ she asked.

Drake blinked as if brought back to earth. ‘Yeah, yeah..’

They drank their whiskies in silence. Camille looked around the room, watching people dance and laugh. They looked like they were having so much fun.

Taking a chance, Camille cleared her throat. ‘Let’s dance.’

Drake laughed. ‘Uh, no. Thanks but no-’

‘Drake, come on! Let’s have a good time. We’re here to party, right?’

Drake groaned. ‘You know I hate dancing,’ he said. ‘I’m awful at it.’

Camille shrugged. ‘Who cares?’

She wasn’t going to give up. Knowing he was defeated, Drake tossed his whiskey down his throat and grabbed her by the hand. Camille let him drag her to the dancefloor as if he was approaching his execution.

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Drake aged 17; Camille aged 16

‘Come on, Drake, shake that thing!’ Camille hollered over the music. ‘The song is telling you to!’

Drake rolled his eyes as he stood with his feet planted firmly to the floor in the middle of the ballroom. ‘I am not shaking my ass because ‘Sean da Paul’ wants me to,’ he told her. ‘Nah, I’m happy to just stand, thanks.’

Camille stuck out her tongue and proceeded to shake her ass. She ignored all the guys who were watching her with their mouths hanging open and she danced for Drake to make him laugh.

They were at a party being thrown by the Beaumont brothers. There was no reason for this party other than Bertrand was feeling extra fun this weekend and so invited all the people he knew.

Well. Drake hadn’t been invited. But Camille had and she had been given the option to bring a Plus One so of course, she dragged Drake along. He had told her that he was happy to just stay home, watch crappy TV and play video games but she insisted that he accompany her.

So, here he was, watching Camille shake her ass.

‘How about you just go home, Walker?’

Drake turned to see Neville standing behind him with a smug expression on his face. Drake and Neville never got along, mainly because Neville treated Drake like shit on his shoe. Neville’s family were upper class and rich, while Drake’s were… not. That was the black mark against Drake’s name in Neville’s opinion. Camille would have been tarred with the same brush, except Neville wanted to see her naked one day so he didn’t treat her like garbage, in his opinion.

‘Neville. You’re here. Yay,’ Drake replied sarcastically.

Neville’s lip curled. ‘Seriously. Go home. You’re not supposed to be here.’

‘He’s my friend so yes, he is supposed to be here actually,’ Camille piped up, ceasing her dancing. ‘So how about you fuck off?’

Neville smirked. ‘Charming. Camille, babe, how about you just keep dancing for us and little Drake here can run along back to the trailer park?’

‘I live on a ranch,’ Drake said tightly, clenching his fists.

‘Ranch, trailer park, same thing..’ Neville droned, examining a fingernail. Camille stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fire.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ she said. ‘Seriously, can you just leave us alone? What did we ever do to you?’

Neville chuckled. ‘You haven’t done anything to me, darling. Shame. I can think of some things you can do for me if you were so obliged-’

Drake shoved him hard, making Neville stumble. His eyes widened and he ran a hand through his coiffed hair, making sure it was still fixed in place. ‘How dare you!’

‘Nah man, how dare you?’ Drake muttered, advancing on him. ‘You talk to her like that again and I swear to God, I will come after you.’

‘Drake, it’s okay..’ Camille murmured, trying to pull him back. People were staring now, finding this showdown much more entertaining. She could see Bertrand and Maxwell walking towards them, Maxwell looking terrified while Bertrand looked like he was close to losing it.

‘You feeling brave, Walker?’ Neville sneered. ‘Hit me.’

Drake smirked. ‘No need to ask me twice.’

Clearly, Neville had expected Drake to stand down. After all, Drake Walker was this quiet boy who stayed in the background. He didn’t stand up for himself. He was an easy target. So when Drake’s fist connected with Neville’s face, it was a complete shock. Neville fell to the floor, clutching his face and swearing.

Drake stepped forward to do more damage but was stopped by Camille. ‘No, Drake! Stop! Please!’

Bertrand had reached them now. ‘Drake, Camille,’ he said in a low voice. ‘My study. Now.’

He grabbed Drake by the arm and together, the three of them strode through the ballroom and out to the corridor where the Beaumont study was located. Bertrand opened the door and shoved them both inside.

‘Stay there until everyone is gone,’ he hissed. ‘I will come get you. I just don’t want Neville to cause more drama.’

He shut the door, leaving Drake and Camille in the study.

Drake closed his eyes. ‘Camille..’

‘You idiot,’ Camille said bluntly. ‘You actual idiot.’

She was pacing the floor now, her heels echoing around the room. Drake listened as she began to rage.

‘I didn’t ask you to hit him! You could have just walked away but instead, you hit him and now he’s going to target you at school on Monday! Do you realise how much I want you to make friends with other people who aren’t me? I’d love it if you could make more friends and be happy but with Neville out for your blood, there is no chance of that happening!’

‘Camille-’

Camille whipped around to face him. Drake was shocked to see tears glistening in her eyes. ‘‘I want us to just enjoy our last years of school together! I don’t want people insulting you or calling you trailer trash! I want them to see the Drake Walker I see! The kind goofball who has awesome taste in films but shit taste in music! The guy who can ride a horse and is so much fun to hang out with! It makes me sad, Drake. I want the best for you, that’s all I want..’

Drake was over to her in an instant. He grasped her hands tightly. ‘Camille, nobody is ever gonna see me the way you do,’ he told her, his voice thick. ‘Nobody. They see a guy who lives on a ranch, who wears clothes from discount stores and doesn’t have a dad. They see a loser.’

‘You’re not a loser-’

‘I am,’ he interrupted. ‘Camille.. Kids are evil. They make their mind up about you the first moment they see you. This is it for me. I’m gonna be the guy who is under the radar but will still get picked on when they feel like mixing it up a little. You have the potential to be anything here, you could be a fucking cheerleader or prom queen if you just stopped being my shadow-’

‘I’m your best friend,’ Camille bit back, venom filling her voice. ‘I am not your shadow. I don’t hang out with you out of pity, Drake! You’re the best person I know. You’re my best friend. I don’t wanna hang out with anybody else. You’re it for me. You’re Drake Walker, my best friend.’

Drake swallowed. ‘I.. I bring you down.’

‘Stop thinking that,’ Camille said. ‘You are amazing.’

Drake opened his mouth to protest but Camille pressed her hand against his mouth, silencing him. Drake looked into her brown eyes as she continued to speak.

‘You are clever and kind and funny and cute. You make me laugh all the time and you tell me when I’m being a dick. You protect me and I protect you, that’s how we work. We look out for each other. You have my back. We’re partners. You make me feel like someone, you make me feel like I can do anything. I wish I made you feel that way too, Drake. I want you to know that you can do anything you want and you shouldn’t listen to a damn soul that tells you otherwise. I’ve got your back, always. I’m not leaving you. Okay?’

She lifted her hand away. ‘Okay?’ she repeated.

Drake couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. He hadn’t noticed that they were brown and decorated with gold flecks. They were beautiful.

His eyes flicked down to her lips. She was standing so close to him. Camille’s cheeks turned pink as she became aware that he was studying her now.

‘Drake..’ she whispered.

Drake leaned down, his eyes remaining fixed on her mouth. She tilted her head up and closed her eyes, parting her lips as she did so.

The door burst open and Bertrand entered in a flurry of silk kimono. Drake and Camille sprang apart before their lips could touch.

‘Right, everyone is out!’ Betrand announced. ‘Neville is gone. Now please, get out of my study, thank you.’

Drake and Camille’s faces were bright red and their hands were shaking. They left the manor together and never spoke of their near-kiss again.

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Drake and Camille had danced but he really didn’t want to. He felt self conscious and awkward as they danced to the music, despite Camille’s attempts to make him feel better.

‘You’ve definitely improved since high school!’ she cried over the music. ‘Like, much more smooth!’

‘I am embarrassing myself!’ Drake said. ‘Fuck it, I’m going..’

He turned on his heel and rushed off the floor to leave the ballroom, not realising how rude it was to leave a woman standing there. He needed space and time away from the crowds and pulsing music.

He opened a door and let himself in, relieved.

It was the Beaumont study. It hadn’t changed in years. Drake wandered over to the bay window to look outside at the courtyard, pretending he owned this manor and that this was his study. If only he had a glass of whiskey in his hand..

‘You can’t just abandon me, you know.’

Drake turned to see Camille standing at the door with her arms crossed. She didn’t look impressed.

Drake winced. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I just got overwhelmed-’

‘I get it,’ Camille said. 'You hate dancing, always have. I should have remembered.'

She smiled weakly and stepped further into the room, looking around at the paintings of Bertrand and Maxwell's ancestors. The fireplace was lit and the lamps in the room cast a warm, cosy glow. Bertrand's desk stood in the corner, impeccably neat.

Camille moved towards the desk. Drake watched her body as her silk dress clung to her delicate curves. She always moved smoothly and fluid, like a swan floating on water. Camille leaned against the edge of the desk and faced him, giving him a soft smile.

'It's been a while since I've been in this room..' she said quietly, looking up at the ceiling.

Drake chuckled. 'Same. Think last and only time I’ve been in this study was when I punched Neville and Bertrand imprisoned us inside here.'

Camille rolled her eyes. 'You and Neville, my god.. He was such an asshole.'

'Still is,' Drake told her, smirking. 'He hasn't changed.'

Camille pulled a face which made Drake laugh. Camille grinned and pulled herself away from the desk to wander across to Drake. She looked out of the window. There was a comfortable silence until Camille broke it. ‘Can I address the elephant in the room?’

Drake frowned, curious.

‘Last night,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry if you overheard..’

Drake turned red. ‘It’s okay-’

‘No, it’s not,’ Camille interrupted. ‘It was rude and I’m sorry. You were next door. I feel embarrassed.’

Drake’s jaw set. ‘Nothing I haven’t heard before, Camille.’

Now it was her turn to go red. ‘Drake..’

Drake awkwardly ran a hand through his hair and chuckled despite himself. He looked out of the window again, placing his hands in his pockets. He sighed. ‘I remember the last time we were in here,’ he murmured softly. ‘I nearly kissed you.’

Camille looked down at the floor, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. ‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘I nearly kissed you too.’

Drake closed his eyes. He didn’t know why he had mentioned that. What was he trying to achieve here? More awkwardness?

‘If you had..’ Camille said, her voice halting, ‘do you think we would have had more time together? Like.. as a couple?’

Was that a trick question?

Drake bit his lip. The two of them were keeping their eyes focused on the window, refusing to look at each other. For some reason, it made them more honest.

‘I think that if I had kissed you,’ Drake said, ‘it would have been the best decision I’d ever made.’

Camille let out a breath. She listened as Drake continued to speak. ‘We would have been together for longer. We would have had more time to establish a relationship before we went to college. Maybe I would have realised how special we were… instead of fucking it up.’

He was aware of Camille edging closer to him. He could smell her perfume that had notes of jasmine and musk. He took the chance to look at her from the corner of his eye; Camille was staring out the window with her chin raised and her jaw set.

‘Camille-’

‘I’ve missed you,’ Camille suddenly whispered. ‘Now I’m back in Texas, I just keep remembering everything. Seeing you again brings it all back.’

Drake swallowed. ‘I’m sorry.’

He jumped when he felt her pinkie finger hook through his. Her eyes remained fixed on the window and the courtyard outside. Drake could feel his heart beginning to hammer against his chest. But he didn’t pull his pinkie away from hers.

Camille looked up at him now, her eyes filled with anguish. ‘Everything is coming back to me, Drake,’ she told him, her voice wavering. ‘Everything.’

Drake’s voice cracked as he replied, ‘Everything?’

Camille nodded. ‘Everything,’ she whispered.

The universe cracked open. Drake’s mouth crashed against hers in a moment of sheer adrenaline. His teeth caught on her lip, making her hiss, and his hand reached up to cup the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue twisting with hers. Camille let out a groan and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to her.

Their bodies were up against each other. Drake’s hands swept down from her hair to run down her back, bunching up the silk fabric of her dress in his fists. Camille tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, making Drake let out a strangled groan.

If they thought this was wrong, they didn’t say so. All of the passion that had fused their old relationship had ignited again, reminding them of how they had been. Their kisses were desperate and their hands fought to touch as much skin as possible, roaving like wildfire.

Drake pushed Camille towards the desk and picked her up to sit her on the edge. Camille pulled up the hem of her dress so she could move her legs to wrap around his waist. Her fingers pulled at his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor, before making quick work of his shirt buttons.

The strap of her emerald dress had fallen down her shoulder. Drake kissed the bare skin of her shoulders, his lips trailing down her arm to make the strap fall down further. Camille’s head fell back as she closed her eyes to focus on the feel of his lips on her skin. He kissed the inside of her elbow which made her breath hitch.

‘Drake..’

He felt his body react as he heard her breathe his name. It had been so long since he had heard her say it in those low tones. His name was delicious on her tongue.

Drake reached for his belt buckle and unclasped it quickly. He pulled his trousers down, Camille watching him with wide eyes as he stripped. He stood before her now and he could see her eyes darken as she took him in. Without a word, Camille hitched up her dress and pulled down her lace thong.

She spread her legs.

Drake’s lips crashed against hers again, the heat and desperation engulfing him again. He felt her hand wrap around his hard length, furiously pumping along the shaft.

‘Oh god, Camille..’ he groaned in her ear.

‘Fuck me, Drake,’ she murmured in his ear. ‘Please.’

Their eyes met. This was the moment to stop. To think about what they were doing and the consequences of this. They needed to breathe, take some time, pull themselves back.

But as he looked into her brown eyes that were decorated with gold flecks, Drake knew he was too far gone. Camille was too.

Outside the study, due to the music coming from the ballroom, nobody could hear Drake’s low groans and Camille’s cries. Nobody could hear Camille shouting out Drake’s name. Nobody could hear Drake’s heavy breaths and pants as he brought himself closer to oblivion.

It was just Drake and Camille, caught in this illicit moment, lips desperately seeking each other, hands gripping onto skin, breaths hitching and catching as momentum built. Their clothes lay in an emerald green pile on the floor, leaving Drake and Camille stripped bare.

#drake walker #drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #the royal romance #play choices #trr au

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Mr. and Mrs. Walker

Don’t Dream It’s Over One Shot

Pairing: Drake x OC (Blanca)

Summary: After six years together Drake finally decides to pop the question.

A/N: This fic happens about six years after the last chapter of Don’t Dream It’s Over. At the end of that fic Ali set Drake up with a girl named Blanca because of a conversation I had with @flowerpowell. A few weeks ago I wrote the proposal and this is the wedding. Tagging all of my Don’t Dream It’s Over taglist!

This fic also serves as an early birthday present for @flowerpowell! Happy birthday, Blanca! You’re such a talented and kind-hearted person and I hope you have an amazing birthday!

Word Count: 1,338

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Ali knocked on Drake’s bedroom door before letting herself in. Drake turned away from where he was anxiously straightening his tie to look over at her. On his face was a mixture of both anxiety and excitement.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, walking up to him and helping him fix his tie.

“Like I’m going to lose my breakfast,” he said, as she flattened his collar and began fluffing up his hair.

“You’ll be fine. Just take a few deep breaths. You’re marrying the love of your life, Drake. I’m so happy for you,” she said, taking both of his hands in hers and squeezing them comfortingly. “She looks gorgeous, you know.”

The look of anxiety disappeared and was replaced with a lovesick smile instead.

“She always looks gorgeous,” he said, causing Ali to smile as well.

“I can’t argue with that. You’ve really landed yourself someone way out of your league,” she joked, causing him to roll his eyes playfully.

“Are you ready?” Liam asked, opening the door and entering the room as well.

Drake and Blanca had decided to have a fairly small wedding, both wanting something simple, and they agreed to have the wedding in the palace gardens. The guest list was minimal. Both of their immediate families and closest friends were the only ones invited, with Liam serving as the best man and Ali acting as the officiant.

“I’m ready,” Drake said.

The three of them made their way outside and Ali took her place in front of the chairs they had set up for the guests. The music began to play and Drake and Liam made their way out, followed by Blanca’s maid of honor. Bartie came barreling down the aisle next with the wedding bands and was soon followed by Sheridan and her basket of baby pink flower petals. After Bartie took his side proudly next to Liam and Sheridan settled into her seat next to Bertrand, Savannah, and Maxwell, it was finally time for the bride herself to step out.

Blanca was wearing a simple but elegant, flowy white wedding dress. She was practically glowing as she floated down the aisle, and Ali smiled widely as she noticed Drake reaching up to wipe away a few tears. The two had their eyes locked only on each other, both of them overcome with emotion. Blanca handed over the bouquet to her maid of honor before the two of them joined hands, and Ali watched as Drake squeezed Blanca’s hands tightly in his.

“We have gathered here today to join this man and this woman in marriage. It’s my greatest honor to be here overseeing the union of these two amazing people who, let’s be honest, wouldn’t even be together if it wasn’t for me. So you guys are welcome for that,” Ali joked, giving both of them a fond smile as everyone laughed around them. “Okay, I’ve had my fun. On a completely serious note Drake and Blanca are two of the… best people I know. I know that the word “best” may seem basic, but I truly believe that it’s the most accurate word I could use to describe them. They are both kind, compassionate, and amazingly talented people, and I can’t imagine anyone more deserving of each other. Now, I believe the happy couple would like to recite their own vows.”

“Blanca, every day I wake up asking myself how I got lucky enough to have you in my life. You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. I love everything about you, even the things that drive me crazy. I love knowing that I get to spend the rest of my life having your face be the first I see in the mornings and the last I see at night. I love you. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, than I ever thought I deserved to be. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to spend it doing everything in my power to make you feel even a fraction of the happiness that you’ve brought to me,” Drake said.

Ali wiped away a few of her own tears at his words, and she looked over to Blanca who was practically sobbing at hearing it as well. The woman let out a self deprecating laugh as she wiped at her eyes and tried to compose herself before beginning to speak.

“Drake, you already make me so unbelievably happy. The past six years have been the happiest of my life and that’s because of you. I know that it’s difficult for you to see it, but you are the most amazing man I have ever met. Everyday you continue to prove that to me. I see it in the way you care for your friends and family. I see it in the things that you do for me, the little things that you probably don’t realize I notice. I see it in the way you’re always up before me so that you can make me breakfast before I have to go to work. I see it in the way you let me hog the blankets at night, and in the fact that you’ll sit through movies you hate because you know I want to watch them. I see it in the way that you’ll go out of your way to make me smile when I’ve had a bad day, and in the way you always put my needs before your own. Drake Walker, I love you. I love you with my entire being, and I can’t wait for us to start this next period in our lives. There’s no one else I’d rather do it with,” Blanca finished.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the garden as she finished her vows and even Liam was tearing up as the bride and groom pressed their foreheads together in another silent declaration of love. Ali wanted to just cut to the kiss already, but she knew she had to go through with the rest of the ceremony.

“Can we have the rings please?” Ali asked.

Drake turned around and stooped down to Bartie’s level. The boy handed him the rings with a large smile.

“Thanks, buddy,” Drake said, ruffling his hair as Liam patted him encouragingly on the back.

Drake slid the ring onto Blanca’s finger, and she repeated the process.

“Drake, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Ali asked. “Do you vow to love her, comfort her, and cherish her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in times of joy and times of trial, till death do you part?”

“I do,” Drake said, not once taking his eyes off of his bride.

“Blanca, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” she turned to Blanca and asked. “Do you vow to love him, comfort him, and cherish him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in times of joy and times of trial, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then by the power vested in me by the kingdom of Cordonia, I pronounce you husband and wife,” Ali said, looking at them both with a large smile. “Okay now kiss!”

Laughs rippled through the crowd as Ali playfully nudged Drake’s shoulder in an act of joking encouragement. Everyone erupted in cheers as Drake pulled Blanca into a passionate kiss. When they finally parted Liam and Ali pulled them both into a hug.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for the two of you,” Ali said, squeezing Blanca tightly in her arms.

The woman reciprocated the hug as Liam and Drake shared one before they switched and Ali found herself in Drake’s arms instead. When they were done all of their friends began gathering around. It was a small wedding party so it wasn’t overwhelming for them to all gather around. The feeling of love and happiness filled the air as everyone congratulated the newlywed, Mr. and Mrs. Walker.

#the royal romance #the royal heir #drake walker #drake x mc #drake walker x mc #trr #trh #choices #playchoices #my fics #choices fics #playchoices fics

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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We Belong

Part 11 - Heaven (continued)

Evangeline Bruley returns to Cordonia to take over her families Duchy. She was betrothed to the now King, however he is engaged to Duchess Riley but still has lingering feelings towards his first love. What will happen during her time back in Cordonia?

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Warnings: Drama sorry not in this chapter 😉...FLUFF! What is wrong with me? I never do a full chapter of fluff, now I’ve done two 🤣, swearing, matchmaking friends 🙌🏼, smut.

This parts in two parts- click the continue link at the bottom to finish the part off 😊

Characters belong to Pixelberry apart from OC’s; Duchess Evangeline Bruley and Duke Tobias Farbridge.

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Drake and Evie woke up the following morning. Both feeling content in each other’s presence.

“Morning.” Drake said as he stretched his arms. They had a slight bit of cramp in them as he held Evie tenderly all night.

“Good morning. Thank you for staying.”

“No need to thank me, Evie.”

“Can I plait your hair now?” Smirking at him, she saw the horror written across his face.

“No chance! We’re not kids now. I only let you two mess with my hair and paint my nails because you ganged up on me. I was thinking....”

“Thinking about when you’ll allow us to do it again?” She laughed before seeing the serious expression he was providing her.

“No. We have time to go to the graves before the bachelor and bachelorette parties later.”

“That’s today? It slipped my mind!” Fuck I need to go to the hospital.

“Yeah, I mean you don’t have to go- Savannah won’t be offended. But I have no choice. Shoot me now.”

“I’d rather not shoot you. Quick get out of bed then, we have a busy day.”

*****

Arriving at the graveyard, luckily they were all buried near each other. When the two of them rushed out of bed, they quickly wrote a letter each; one for Jackson and one for Evie’s parents. On route, the stopped by a shop and bought a teddy each as well as a balloon.

Jackson Walker, beloved husband and father to Drake and Savannah.

“Hey, Dad. I hope you’re up there still looking down on us all. Sav is getting married tomorrow, I hope you’ll be there with her on her big day. Bartie looks the spitting image of you everyday that goes by. The main reason for me coming today, was to let you know that you was going to be a grandfather again. However life didn’t work out that way- I hope you are looking after mine and Evie’s baby, no dipping it’s pacifier in the whiskey though! No wonder I took a liking to the brown liquid.” Evie placed her hand on his shoulder, laughing at Jackson’s antics- before kneeling next to him, intertwining her fingers with his. This little gesture gave him the encouragement to continue.

“I miss you so much Dad, I hope I am making you proud- even though I have made some mistakes. If I do anymore please give me a kick up the ass. I love you, I always will do.” Placing the teddy bear on the grave, along with the fresh flowers he had bought in memory of his father- he wiped away the tears that were rolling down his cheek.

“My little baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you or your Mom. I am going to feel guilty for the rest of my life. I keep imagining what you’d have been like- obviously you’d have got your mom’s looks, and quite possibly her intelligence. But I’d have taught you skills that you need to know; including how to make s’mores. You can’t beat s’mores. I love you, I always will do.” Standing up, Evie pulled him into a hug. They lingered there for a while before making their way to her parents graves.

Duke Alexander Bruley and Duchess Michaela Bruley. Parents to Evangeline, both sadly missed.

“Hey you two. I bet you are ready to berate me. I can’t help it if danger likes to follow me. Surely? I’m just like a magnet. So Liam got married, Savannah and Duke Bertrand are getting married tomorrow. I know how you loved weddings Mother. When my time comes to get married, I hope that you are both there with me- in spirit. I wish you could walk me down the aisle father. Drakes here with me, you know the spare heir to our Duchy. I bet he’s glad that I survived.” Playfully nudging him, he held her. “Myself and Drake started a relationship, and I was pregnant. We lost our baby, but we hope that the both of you as well as Jackson are looking after your grandchild for us both. I miss you both so much. I wish I could just spend five minutes with the two of you if god gave us that chance.” Drake kissed her on the forehead, as she fought back the tears.

“To my little angel, I’m so sorry for not being there for you. For not protecting you like a mother should do. Daddy and I love you, we always will do. If you was a girl, you’d have been treat like a princess. If you was a boy, Daddy would have insisted on turning you into a Boy Scout before you could walk. Between myself, Daddy and Auntie Savannah we would have smothered you with love and attention. I love you.” Placing another teddy bear next to her parents grave, the two of them held on to the balloon before releasing it together.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“We both needed this closure, Drake. It was a sweet idea.”

“I better get to the palace, do you need a lift anywhere?”

“Could you drop me off home, I better find something to wear for tonight.”

“Of course I can.” Holding hands, they both slowly walked back to Drakes truck.

Do you think they’ll work things out?

Jackson you know as well as we do, that was the main reason you helped us get her out of that arrangement.

Yes and we are forever grateful for that, Jackson you knew before anyone did- they were too close to be just friends.

*****

Evie arrived at the hospital. She decided to go to there then straight to Ramsford for the bachelorette party. Spending as little time at home as she was on a tight schedule.

“Duchess Evangeline, it’s good to see you. If you are ready- please follow me into my office.” Evie nodded as she followed Dr Hussain.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine considering I was stabbed and had a miscarriage.” Raising her eyebrows at the doctor, he gulped- he knew she would find out one day and was now regretting that this day had finally arrived.

“I’m sorry for the deceit Duchess Evangeline. The king and Duchess Olivia didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I went against hospital protocol and I feel awful for it. Do you have any questions regarding that or the wound?”

“Why did I miscarry? Was it due to that?”

“There are many reasons why women miscarry...”

“So it wasn’t due to me being stabbed?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Can I have children in the future?”

“I don’t see any problem as to why you won’t be able to conceive in the future. But if you do, I would suggest that you come in for regular scans. Are you planning on becoming pregnant soon?”

“No. I just wanted to know.”

“Would it be okay to have a scan now and have a look at your wound?” Evie nodded, attempting to hold the tears back.

*****

Bertrand and the men all met at a local bar in the capitol, he wasn’t one to let loose- but the men, especially Leo - had got the Duke drunk very quickly.

“Drake... I ... loveee your sister ... so much... I’m going... to look after her.... don’t you worry.”

“Good, because if not...”

“I know... you’ll beat the shit .. out of me...” Bertrand responded in between hip cupping.

“No, Bertrand. I’ll just never trust you again.” Leo and Drake assisted the Duke to sit down, as they did Bertrand was swaying before being sick all down himself.

“Liam get him some coffee, or he’s never going to make it to the wedding. And for a treat for the rest of us, I have a surprise. I’d like to introduce you to Brandy.”

“Leo, you know you’re the only single one here. I’d like to keep my bollocks thank you.” Liam smirked at his older brother.

“Drakes single too. C’mon you miseries- it’s bachelor night tradition to have a stripper!”

Drake shook his head, those words were technically true- he was single. But he wouldn’t do that to Evie.

“I might be ‘single’ but I don’t want to see another woman naked infront of me.” Liam pulled Drake to the side, as Leo looked frustrated at all the loyal men.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?”

“I heard that you slept at Evie’s last night...”

“I’m still in the doghouse Li. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me. We went to our parents graves today- sent a balloon up to the sky for the baby. Everything just hurts so much. I’m jealous of what you and Riley have- we could have had that if I didn’t fuck up.”

“Evie will come around. Why don’t you and I take Bertrand back? Did Savannah leave anything last night by the way?” I know she did, I just want to know why you haven’t mentioned it.

“Why would she leave anything?”

“Nevermind.”

*****

Evie arrived at Ramsford later than expected, out of breath she announced her presence as she barged through the door- all the women gawking at her as if she had grown ten heads. Savannah smiled softly at her.

“About time! Where the fuck have you been?” Olivia snapped at her, before pulling her in for a hug.

“Ouch! Why have you got daggers on you? It’s a bachelorette party! And I’ve been at the hospital- you know checking that the miscarriage was fully over- the miscarriage that you all kept from me.”

“Evie, I’m sorry. We didn’t know what to do.”

“It’s fine. I’m here now.” Riley overheard the conversation, feeling guilty that she was carrying a healthy baby.

“Hey.”

“Hey look at you... what are you feeding my niece or nephew?”

“Your niece is craving anything and everything.”

“It’s a girl?” Riley nodded, Evie bent down to Riley’s growing bump. “Hey darling, it’s auntie Evie here. We are going to have to convince your parents to call you Evie- what do you think?”

“I think you’re delusional, they are calling her Olivia!” The three women stood together talking about potential names for the future crown princess. Kiara and Penelope joined in, Evie suddenly felt an awkward situation occurring.

“Bonjour Evangeline, how are you doing? I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“Je vais bien merci d'avoir demandé. Tu n'es pas en colère contre moi Es-tu?”

Kiara pulled her in for a hug, no one knew what Evie had said apart from Kiara.

“Pourquoi serais-je en colère contre toi? Parce que je suis tombé amoureux de Drake. Il était à toi avant. Je ne veux pas que cela affecte notre amitié.”

“Myself and Drake would have never worked out, he was clearly in love with you all this time. I’m not angry. It’s not going to affect our friendship.” The women around them now were grateful for Kiara speaking English for once- now they understood what the conversation was about between the two intellectual women.

Savannah joined the circle, explaining that they were all going to have a pampering session.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow Duchess Beaumont to be?”

“Evie, I’m shitting myself. But it’s my day. I’ve been waiting for this day to come for ages. I wanted to ask you something...” Evie waited for her to elaborate, assuming it was going to be Savannah’s way of digging for gossip after she left abruptly last night.

“Will you be my maid of honor? We’ve always been like sisters in my eyes. You looked after me as if I was your younger sister. All my favourite memories are of us two, especially when we bullied Drake.”

“I haven’t got a dress?”

“I bought you one incase you said yes. It’s upstairs.”

“I’d love to be your maid of honor Sav.” Savannah’s eyes lit up, feeling relieved that she had accepted.

The night went by, the women socialised drinking mocktails- So Riley didn’t feel left out. As the women left one by one, there was only Savannah and Evie left- they took the opportunity to try the dress on. Luckily it was a perfect fit, flaunting all Evie’s assets.

“You look beautiful Evie!”

“I’ll second that.” Turning around, she saw Drake stood in the threshold.

“What are you doing here?” Savannah asked her brother, hoping he had heard her as his eyes were locked onto Evie.

“I came to inform you that Bertrand has passed out, but don’t worry. Luckily he didn’t get chance to see the stripper that Leo had organised.”

“I hope you didn’t either Drake!”

“Why? He’s single.” Evie said in a stern voice.

“That’s what Leo said, you don’t need to remind me Evie.”

“I’ll leave you both alone for a bit.” Savannah smiled at the two of them, hoping this wasn’t going to be the second wedding where neither was talking to each other.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean it in a nasty way.”

“Evie, we aren’t all like Leo. You should know that from my eighteenth.”

“When I offered for us all to be your strippers...” Drake nodded, before they both began laughing at the memory.

“I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful.” Drake didn’t want to leave her, if anything he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and stay with her again. As he left Evie looked at herself in the mirror, beautiful- the way he said that word pulled on her heart strings.

*****

Evie had decided to stay the night at Ramsford due to her new role with the wedding, getting up early- she prepared Savannah a champagne style breakfast.

“Aw Evie, you’ve done all this for me?”

“You have to start off your wedding day in style Sav! Eat up, then I’ll do your hair and make up like old times.” They did as they planned, Evie assisted Savannah into her lacy dress before exiting the room to get ready herself.

“You look beautiful princess.. I’m sorry I can’t be there to walk you down the aisle. I know Drake will be the proud big brother doing this role. I love you Sav.”

“Dad?”

“I’ll be there with you on your special day. I love you....”

“I love you too.” Crying as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was glad that Evie used waterproof mascara.

“You look beautiful Sav. Are you ready?” Drake asked as he walked into the room, Evie following shortly after. Turning to face her brother and maid of honor she noticed how Drake had his arm around her waist.

“Wow look at you two. Drake you look dashing, and Evie- are you trying to upstage me?” Pulling the two of them in for a hug, she whispered to the two of them that she loved them both.

“I’m ready to become Mrs Beaumont. With my two favourite people beside me. Let’s go!”

*****

“I now pronounce you man and wife, Duke and Duchess of Ramsford.” Liam said with a grin, before cheers erupted throughout the room. Bertrand lent down kissing his bride, his new wife with passion- he wasn’t sure if it was Savannah that had flooded his senses making him feel drunk or if he was actually still drunk from the previous nights antics.

During the ceremony, Evie sat in between Drake and Maxwell- towards the end of the ceremony Drake placed his hand into hers.

“You’re going to have competition now, with who’s the most beautiful Duchess in Cordonia.” He whispered into her ear. “I was going to compliment you on how handsome you look- but I’ve changed my mind.”

“I take it back, there’s no competition. It’ll always be you.”

“It better be too. I think you’re needed for family photos, I’ll see you at the reception.”

*****

The guests all gathered around for speeches, all praising the newly married couple. Afterwards the guests mingled with each other, Drakes eyes watched Evie’s every movement- Liam noticed and shook his head.

“Why are you sat with us? Go and speak to her.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about your Majesty.”

“Drake, your eyes are following Evie around. Why not make your legs do that too?”

“Okay agent bossy pants!”

“Queen bossy pants, Walker. Do as I command. You don’t want to piss off a pregnant Queen!”

“Your majesties, I hate you both right now, because you are both right. I need to talk to her.” Liam pat him on the shoulder, providing him with an encouraging smile. Handing him a whiskey, Liam knew that his friend was cutting down on alcohol- but knew he would need a bit of Dutch courage. Drake ambled towards Evie, Olivia and Bastien after doing a detour via the DJ. It’s just Evie, you love her- you know she has some love for you. Stop being a nervous wreck.

“Drake, take a seat son.”

“Thanks Bastien, but I just wanted to talk to Evie....” The three of them waited for him to continue, but the words failed to escape from his lips.

“Walker come on she hasn’t got all night. Just spit it out.” Gulping, he took a deep breath.

“Duchess Evangeline, may I have this dance?” Holding his hand out to her, she smiled- standing up he placed his arm around her waist as he guided her towards the dance floor.

“There’s no music yet. We look idiots stood here. You’re smiling, a lot more than usual. What’s up?”

“I requested the next song- I hope you like it, the lyrics mean something to me, to us. Hopefully you’ll understand. It’s my sisters wedding day, even though I’m not thrilled with her choice- Bertrand has stepped up though. He makes her happy, so the protective big brother is happy.”

Oh thinkin' about all our younger years

There was only you and me

We were young and wild and free

Now nothin' can take you away from me

We've been down that road before

But that's over now

“I hope that roads over now, Evie I hope that you’ll forgive me?” Looking into her eyes, she noticed sorrow and hope. Cupping his cheek, she provided him with a smile.

“I already have done. I just don’t want to rush into things like we did before and for it to fuck up.”

“It’s not going to, you are my priority. I don’t have to look after Sav now. Just you and I. I don’t want anything to take you away from me again.”

You keep me comin' back for more

Baby, you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven

Even though it was Savannah’s and Bertrand’s day, everyone gathered around watching the two of them slowly dance, whispering to each other as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eye.

“Congratulations baby.” Bianca interrupted the silence.

“Thank you Bianca.” Ignoring her mother’s presence, she focused her gaze towards her brother instead.

“That’s no way to speak to your mother.”

“I will speak to you how I like. You are lucky that Liam allowed you to come. You are not ruining my day. You are not going to mess mine or Drakes lives up anymore. Have a look at your son, MOM. He is trying his hardest to get his rebuild relationship after all the hurt you caused. Can’t you see how much he loves her?”

“He may love her darling, but she’s not right for him...”

“She is perfect for him... I’ve never seen him smile this much...”

“He did with Riley...” Maxwell interrupted whilst overhearing the conversation. Savannah gave him a stern look, encouraging him to change the subject. “Why don’t we all go and join them. Turn this song to the more upbeat type, the DJ Sammy version- have a dance-off?”

“No, leave them to have this dance alone. Don’t you agree Duchess Savannah?” Liam stood along side Savannah, placing a comforting arm around her waist- whilst sternly looking at Bianca. He was ready to defend anyone that Bianca came in contact with - hoping that his kindness wouldn’t be taken advantage of.

“Yes, your Majesty. Leave my brother and Evie to have this dance. Mom, if you want to make amends- get help. Prove that you want to change, before you lose everyone and everything. Evie is potentially going to be your daughter in law one of these days.” Everyone looked at Savannah wondering what she knew, she wouldn’t bring that up without a reasoning. “Accept the fact that your son loves her and forget this vendetta. The only person that has been in the wrong all these years is you- no one else.” Bianca felt all eyes on her for a split second, before they reverted to Drake and Evie. The guard took her to the nearest table to sit down, offering her a drink of water.

“Who are you?” Bianca jumped, believing her imagination was playing tricks on her. Being sober, this scared the shit out of her. “You are not the woman I fell in love with. That woman would be encouraging her son to be happy with the woman he has always loved.

“You knew? All this time...”

“Yes, I knew a few days before I left you all. He will never forgive you if he lost her. Michaela and Alexander have forgiven you. Evie has forgiven you for everything. As our beautiful daughter said, make amends.... before it’s too late...”

“Jackson....”

“Do the right thing Bi... I need you to... you owe it to everyone..until we meet again, my love.”

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone

Who will turn your world around

Bring you up when you're feelin' down

“You’ve been in my life all these years, every time I’m with you- you bring my smile out. I’ll wait an eternity to get what to what we was, if you want that.” Drake whispered to Evie, he knew he was potentially sounding desperate with everything he was saying, but he needed her to know that he was committed to them both.

Yeah nothin' could change what you mean to me

Oh there's lots that I could say

But just hold me now

'Cause our love will light the way

Twirling her around effortlessly, she turned back to face him- standing on her tip toes, she pulled him towards her and kissed him on the lips in a small yet warm smooth. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world slowly disappeared around them. Hoping that this kiss was the beginning of all of their worries and troubles becoming distant memories, possibly starting a fresh. Their lips were moving in perfect sync, breaking the kiss- they turned to face everyone who were silently cheering them, all wearing the same smile as if it was a reflection from a mirror. His hands returned towards her waist; pulling her closer, as he lent down for another kiss - this time it was deeper, more passionate. Unexpectedly he lift her in the air, as he spun them around- holding her tightly, she held on to him tightly before he put her back down onto the ground. Wrapping his arms around her again, she rest her head onto his chest as they began to sway to the music.

And baby, you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

Yeah and love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven, yeah

“Neither of them have mentioned about Paris. Do you think they were stalling? Waiting to see what happened between the two of them?” Riley asked Liam, as they watched their two friends hold each other lovingly on the dance floor.

“I’m not sure? I’d have assumed Drake would have mentioned something even if Evie didn’t. I hinted to him but he seemed clueless.”

“I’m surprised Maxwell hasn’t blurted it out yet. Do you think they will get back together? Officially?”

“I hope so, I hope Biancas actions haven’t prevented that from happening. Before we go on our honeymoon in a couple of days, why don’t I talk to Drake and you talk to Evie?”

“Can I talk to Drake? I know him more than I do Evie. You talk to her. Who knows tonight they may go back to what they were.”

“If they don’t, I’ll talk to Evie and you talk to Drake. I love you my Queen.”

“I love you too my king.” Holding Riley, he placed one hand over her growing bump.

I've been waitin' for so long

For somethin' to arrive

For love to come along

Now our dreams are comin' true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah I'll be standin' there by you

“Through the good times and the bad... how many more bad times do we have to go through?” Tears began to form in Evie’s eyes as she reiterated the lyrics, thinking back to what the two of them had suffered over the years.

“Hopefully none, but I’ll be standing by you at all times.. I’ll protect you, and love you for the rest of my life.” Sounding sincere, she didn’t want to be stubborn and give up what they once had. It was the happiest she had ever been, and she assumed it was with him.

“I love you Drake Walker.”

“I love you too Evangeline Grace Bruley.”

And baby, you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven, heaven, oooh

You're all that I want

You're all that I need

“You’re all that I want and need, don’t you forget that. Thank you for the dance Duchess.” Kneeling onto one knee, he kissed her stomach, letting it linger there for a moment.

“I wish things were different...” He whispered, hoping that no one heard him.

“Drake, Evie?” Hearing her voice, Drake immediately stood up in front of Evie protecting her.

“What do you want? Are you drunk?”

“Son, I’m a horrible person. I’m sober. I’m not allowed to drink. It was the condition that I had to keep to in order to attend my daughters wedding. I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused. I know that isn’t going to be enough. Evie?”

“Yes?” Bianca moved closer to her, Evie noticed sorrow in eyes. Placing her hand on Evie’s arm, she flinched- not understanding why as the woman was surrounded by guards.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Drake forced his mothers hands away, not wanting to cause a scene but needing to protect the woman he loved.

“I’m sorry. Evie I know my words will never be accepted, and I’m not blaming my alcohol addiction for my past actions. But I truly am sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused; for the death of your parents, for hurting you and my grandchild.”

“Our baby wasn’t your grandchild. You don’t deserve the title of grandmother.”

“Drake!”

“Evie, she doesn’t deserve your sympathy.”

“Savannah and Bertrand doesn’t deserve you both causing a scene on their special day. Bianca, thank you for your apology. It’ll take time to forgive you, but I will never forget.”

“Can you help me? I need help...”

“Only you can help yourself.” Evie gave Drake a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the dance. I’ll talk to you later.”

*****

The night came towards an end, and everyone began to retire to their rooms. Drake picked Maxwell up as he was that intoxicated he couldn’t remember his own name.

“Who are you?”

“Drake. You know who I am.” Maxwell’s drunk mind started to function.

“You’re going to Paris.”

“No I’m not. But you’re going in a cold shower if you carry on talking shit.”

Once he had assisted Max in his bed, he headed towards Evie’s room- they never got the chance to talk after their dance and conversation with Bianca. Knocking on the door, he hoped that she would answer.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got to your room okay, and to say goodnight.”

“I haven’t been drinking that much so it would have been slightly embarrassing if i couldn’t figure the way to my room.”

“Fair point. Anyway, goodnight.” Drake kissed her on the cheek, before he could escape- she dragged him into her room by pulling on his tie.

“Stay with me? Let me lay in your arms?”

*****

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Ridikulus Pt 17

“Thank you,” you said to the Lord and King following you who stopped at the edge of the Black Lake surrounding the Hogwarts grounds.

Thranduil, “For what?”

“For not being afraid of us.”

Glorfindel, “We have nothing to gain in fearing you. Together we could find peace for all of us.”

“I have to ask, you will raise our orphans to-,”

Thranduil’s hand claimed yours drawing your eyes to his, “We will raise your young to know our culture and yours. Already we have had requests from the fostering families to aid in learning Westron. Spoken and written. Estel has shared a few of your stories already. There is so much we have to learn from one another.”

Glorfindel, “We will not erase your culture. It is how we have survived, all of us keep our old lives and home alive in our hearts. Their pasts will not be forgotten.”

“Thank you.” In a turn a bridge of ice formed across the ice when the King released your hand. “Should I wait on suggesting Celeborn housing his girl until after Galadriel has chosen her path?”

Glorfindel, “When she consults the Valar they claim separate quarters. Celeborn’s watch over her will not be disturbed if that is your concern.”

“I just don’t want her to get attached to Galadriel then lose her too.”

Glorfindel, “I doubt Galadriel will disturb them at all.”

Thranduil, “It is not uncommon. Celeborn has taken infants before he raised alone.”

“Were they forced to marry or is she just that cold?”

Thranduil, “Her ring, Nenya, it is a hefty weight to wield a ring of power. A weight that has changed her greatly in the centuries wearing it. She is born of the line of Feanor.”

“Ooh, bet Elrond loves hearing that.” The comment made the men smirk beside you.

Glorfindel, “It is not a matter of joy. He found peace after pain with his captors, but by Celebrian’s birth the blood of Feanor had changed by matter of mothering. In her case fathering by Celeborn, her namesake, who handled a hefty portion of her raising.”

“Is that uncommon?”

Thranduil, “No. Galadriel sought power, as many of her kin. Celeborn sought his child’s every happiness. It did bring up a question, if he could choose a name for the child as your father did for you. That is, if she might be greeted as his child publicly. As Dwalin was able to for Lulu.”

“Lulu apparently is short for Melody in Khuzdul. Celeborn can always choose a nickname for her, though for the official adoption and to permanently change her name on our documents that would have to wait for the full process to complete. Has he chosen a name?”

Thranduil, “Tindoome, Starry Twilight.”

“That is adorable. Can’t argue with having a star based name.”

Glorfindel smiled to himself, “Ember is a lovely name as well, only, he feels she is more of a silvery light than the end of a flame.”

“He doesn’t have to explain it to me. He can choose what he likes to call her. He is wanting to adopt her.”

Thranduil, “That will lighten his day greatly when he has to hand her over. Having the treasured task to record the name on his family line.”

To finish his nursery properly Celeborn had asked to wait another week before bringing his little girl home and along with the others he returned home buzzing with excitement just like the other Elves about their little ones while the Dwarves were glad to see a few more children timidly claiming a possible family to talk with for the day. Dinner was shadowed by another visit to the little girl supervised by Regulus allowing you to sleep. It was a weekend but tomorrow was a packed day. The final touches on your next film was set to be filmed and it would be an all day ordeal leaving Em to Regulus’ watch joining him and Lindir on a relaxing day in Rivendell.

Early breakfast for you came too early for the Lords to catch more than sight of you warming up your voice for the singing portion of your scenes at the piano. The instrument puzzling them but the mixture of your partial hum along to the tune stirred up a curious wonder as to what the final product would be. Though you were gone before they could speak to you and all the way to dinner you were gone, only to be joined at the meal by the Pears coming to spend time with Em and to meet Fin.

The presence of the children was cherished by each of them after a basic set of questions to learn more of the Lords, who seemed to be stunned at how formal the Pears were now speaking to them in the longer time conversing with them after the brief first meeting. Yet through it they could tell a great deal more of the family you were still getting used to, who all lit up hearing about your day of filming and stated fact that the next Sunday should finish it off after grinding out so much of what was left.

Halfway through however Barty came sliding into the room excitedly hugging and kissing Em saying, “This is not a drill. I will keep you posted.”

Regulus chuckled, “Good luck on your boy.”

Barty gave him a playful smirk, “It is statistically in my favor to have one boy at least out of the four.” A firm kiss on your cheek had you giggling to yourself as he said, “I wouldn’t have this without you, Love.” After a second kiss for Em he darted out saying, “Off to Mungo’s!”

Turning from the door your attentions turned to Em and Estel focusing on their block castle you were folding tiny flags for while the Lords stole glances at you to see what you might be feeling in the blatant change of subject by the Pears to distract from your ex-lover having kissed you and called you his Love.

After putting Em to bed however in the nursery now housing three with Fin in Em’s old crib you were found in the kitchen making a grilled cheese sandwich you would pair with cocoa to help you sleep through the brewing rainstorm. Thranduil and Glorfindel approached the counter separating you and the latter asked, “Miss Black,”

“Hmm?” You answered pressing the bread down into the sizzling pan.

Glorfindel, “Are you excited, about Barty’s children?”

Your eyes shifted to him in a curious half smirk, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Legolas popped up from behind his father having snuck in after them, “He is your former betrothed who just called you his Love and kissed you.”

Softly you giggled saying, “Oh,” you said moving the sandwich to the side, “Do you want some?” Curious nods to try and lengthen the questioning they accepted the offer and you grabbed more bread to start another to join your three. “There are so many ways to love someone. I do have love for Barty, however, we were never romantically in love. There is a deep seeded trust and affection there. When he found his wife I knew he loved her right away and once the danger was gone I publicly ended the fake engagement so he could be with her. I’m nervous for him, not upset at all. Besides, Love is a common nickname even for strangers in certain countries in our world. You have to add My to the front of it usually to deepen the meaning of it.”

Glorfindel, “The kiss would not upset his wife?”

In a sigh you caught his eye saying, “It was excitement. She knows I would never let it go past a kiss on the cheek. Not that he would ever try anything, unless he’s two bottles of rum in and we’re dancing. I think it has to do with the spinning.”

Thranduil, “That has happened before?”

“When we were together. Couple times after some rough nights.”

By the draining of your glasses news had arrived of the trio of girls and little boy for Barty after the confirmation that a c-section had been done just in time to ease her troublesome time in her final months. The Lords were far more impressed with the combination of food you had offered and went off home elated that you were contently off to your own bed and pleased with the news of Em’s siblings finally being here.

“Now, who can tell me,” tap tap, the sound was heard followed by a click, for a moment you paused to glance at Opal on her perch by the window to spot the little bird squeezing through the crack Norberta made for it. In a hop it found a place on the bookshelf there and shivered casting droplets of rain from the growing drizzle outside watching you in your approach to it. “Which would be more powerful, a blocking spell or a counter curse for a blasting charm?”

Your eyes skimmed over the students with hands raised and you called a name hearing their answer in untying the little pouch laying across its belly you opened to find a note there. A helping of fruit was brought over by Opal to help the little bird recover its energy after having carried the note so far. A vote was given and for the rest of the class you went through each of their choices on which charms would be the most effective you would have them try out in the RoR the following day until you heard the bell and watched the children gather their things and hurry to their next classes.

Curiously you reached back onto the desk you were sitting on to read across the front, ‘Miss Black’.

Unfolding the flower like folded note carefully you read the note inside,

‘Miss Black,

I am due for an evening of long meetings and was wondering to know if you might take Tuo out in my stead? I know he would enjoy running with you again and this time I would have him dressed for you if you should wish. Unless you would prefer to manage that yourself again. I hope this letter finds you well and does not disturb your students or teaching.

Thranduil Oropherion, King of the Greater Greenwood.’

Shaking your head in the few moments you had to yourself you brought out another sheet of your firefly stationary you replied that it wouldn’t be any trouble and you could be over at five. Though you left it open for whatever would be convenient on the saddle topic. A sentence leaving the King wide eyed a moment at the indecisive moment and muttering to himself that it wasn’t about the trouble but a stolen moment with you before his meeting.

But of course that ended with Legolas smirking as he said, “Unless, it’s a test. To see if I am willing to steal a moment with her. A test of my wish to be in her company before her ride and my meeting. Well I will be there! And I will have him partially dressed to prolong the encounter. I will show her that I prize her company and will make the Council wait!” With a glance at Tauriel Legolas turned the page in his book he was pretending to read while his father walked out muttering about his robes and possibly changing.

Tauriel, “Sometimes I wonder if Miss Black is doing this on purpose or if the King is imagining it all.”

Legolas chuckled replying, “Hard to say, both are reasonable options.”

***

“Lord Elrond says Dwarves have reclaimed Erebor. The explosions we heard were from construction on Dale and he does not require aid from attacks.” Ecthellion read making Denethor huff.

Thengel shifting on his feet after a long walk from the stables after the longer ride here from Rohan at the call of the Steward, “What does King Thranduil say?”

Denethor, “We do not write to that Elf.”

Thengel sighed asking, “Let me guess, still sore that he does not follow your pie recipes?”

Denethor, “It is a matter of principle! We were born to our position and our people expect a certain-,”

Thengel nodded turning to the table of drinks in pitchers, “level of respect and decorum to meet your hoity toity standards when visiting another Kingdom. I know.” Grabbing a pitcher his eyes shifted to his cousins and Ted, the new face in town he had invited here to show them the white city they had claimed to have never seen now peering at the table of maps splayed out near them. “Why should it matter? King Thranduil is closer to Erebor than Lord Elrond is.”

Denethor, “It matters!”

Thengel smirked in swallowing his sip of his drink seeing Ted glare at Denethor in his move to scoop up the maps and put them away making the new comer go to slump back to his chair propping his chin in his palm. “Alright then. I will inspect the matter myself once we return.”

***

Your final class was through and in a grumble you circled your head and passed through your doorway back home again letting the dragons roam free while you changed out of your dress and tights into jeans and a sweater. Boots were the last to be added and off to the King’s palace you went unable to shake the morning ride with Glorfindel. That single trip now stirring up reminders of the pair muddling with imaginings your brain was stirring up of just hauling off and kissing the pair of them to see if they were faking interest or just unknowingly giving off signals of interest.

Mint green robes hung around the King with a silver and orange wrap draped across the fence to the small walking pen for a pair of foals. The sound of your approaching steps made him turn and with even more red berries and golden leaves in his crown than yesterday you noticed he hadn’t dressed Tuo at all but was brushing the slightly irritated grunting Elk who all but smiled in your approach.

“Miss Black. I am a bit behind, though, how were your classes?”

Cleared throats and huffs from the line of trees eventually ended the in depth conversation the King had continued even at your noticing the group that had come to fetch him. Even Tuo seemed to be more impatient than ever after having been dressed for five minutes now after your help to do so trying not to distract the King from his meeting. Heavily Thranduil’s brows fell and he stated, “I will assist you up.” And in your turn you were gripped and raised up to the saddle you settled onto them watched him turn as Tuo began walking off to go storm his way over to the group now almost darting away.

In a shake of your head attention was shifted back to the Elk now beginning to pick up speed. Five minutes bled to ten and a shrill blur of a cry turned your head only to have Tuo rearing up and a blue blur crashing into your chest knocking you off his back with a panicked squeak. At once frigid water was sloshing around you in your apparent fall into a stream filled with tons of slick rocks you surfaced in only to come eye to eye with the now cockeyed peacock chirping at you. In a freezing pant you asked, “What did I do to have you attacking me?”

The bird didn’t answer merely turned around whacking you in the face with its tail using your body as a bridge to walk back to shore in your irritated huff. Onto your feet you stood seeing the bird fly off at Tuo’s loud bray right in his face. Regretfully his eyes met your lap seeing you stumble your way to shore casting the water off of you to dry yourself with a swish of your hand. “I apologize little Queenie.”

You shook your head, “Not your fault. Not sure how it’s mine,”

“I believe he might have taken you for a challenging male due to your bright hair.”

“Ah, well next time I’m turning him into a slug.” In a glance around you saw a propped up root and said, “Ah, that-,”

Tuo followed curiously then grinned to himself at your climb up onto the root he turned sideways at to help you back up onto his back, “There we are. You’re not hurt are you?”

In a shake of his head he replied, “Not at all, little Queenie.” He said starting to walk again to steadily build up his speed again while overhead in the roots an Elf on guard had already sent off word about the accident. The message making the King snap the pencil in his hand, unintentionally missing the second half of the message that you were fine, to leave the unanimously accepted concluded meeting that was sort of useless anyways over adjusting old trade routes for southern Greenwood. Not that they had the bodies able to pick up more trade routes or need to demand more supplies, it would merely be picking up old routes that would only mean to stretch patrols even thinner to use them. An endless conundrum.

A slowing of Tuo’s pace had you shifting on the saddle in his coming to a stop, “Tuo?” A sudden blur of mint dropping from above almost out of nowhere had your boot slip in a startled shriek as you started to slide off the left of tree saddle.

An arm looping around your side from the King now kneeling on the back of the Elk watching your wide yellow eyes matching your telling startled bright yellow curls pooling into your face kept you from falling. And the telling velvety voice filled with concern asked, “Miss Black,”

“Yes?!” You squeaked out in fearful agitation now knowing who had been the second culprit of falling out of the sky at you today.

“Are you-,” his eyes shifted to your rapidly rising and falling chest and helping you to brush back your hair over your back his fingers pressed to your thundering pulse exposed by the vein in your neck parting his lips. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

“So you just fall from the sky?!!” The crack in your voice stirred an upward twitch of the corners of his mouth he his as your eyes landed on his.

“I did not fall from the sky I jumped from the branches above.”

Tilting your head back you pointed up asking, “Those branches?” He nodded and you lowered your gaze to meet his, “Which are a good, let’s say seventy feet up?”

“Closer to 95” he said with a hint of pride on having nailed the landing from such a height only to say, “Ah, I see your point.” Hastily he wet his lips then stated, “It is, I heard word that you had fallen from Tuo. I wanted to check on you.”

“Technically I was knocked off Tuo.”

“What?”

“By that raving peacock from Rivendell.”

His brows clenched, lowly gritting out, “I explicitly warned them to keep him away…”

“How did you even find me?”

“The trees.” Your brow inched up and he said, “The branches above are interwoven as are the roots below, if you know how you can find anyone in these woods.”

“And then drop in on them suddenly into a heart attack.”

“I had no intention-,”

“Of scaring me, yes.” After a scanning glance over your face in your sigh his ears twitched in your asking, “What about your meeting?”

“Oh, that was concluded. Not much to do when one thing depends on four more and we lack the essentials for even the first task to begin with on top of what we already bear.”

His eyes looked you over again as a grin split across your lips, “You used me.”

“I, pardon me?”

“You used me falling to get out of your meeting!”

His mouth opened and a blush began to form on his cheeks stirring your grin wider in his clear search for a fib, “There was no solving-,”

“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that.”

Suddenly he slid his feet outwards to be seated and reached around you to grip the reigns and turn you in one go, “Oh shush. I will show you something.”

In a mad dash he guided Tuo away into the distance using the speed as an excuse to hold an arm around you only for Lipte and Glorfindel to appear on your right with the latter calling out. “Are you injured Miss Black? I heard you had fallen.”

“Tackled more like. And I’m fine, thank you for not falling from the sky at me.”

Thranduil, “I did not-,”

“Excuse me, falling from a tree at me.” Making the King shake his head. “You didn’t skip out on a meeting to race here did you? This one’s missing a meeting to take me, where are we going?”

You asked in a glance back at him only for him to reply, “A surprise.”

Glorfindel chuckled to himself and replied, “No, I was not in a meeting. I was in conference with one of the other Lords.”

“Even better, now two groups of Lords will be upset with me.”

The pair of them said, “No one will be upset with you.”

Thranduil, “You were attacked-,”

Glorfindel, “Attacked?!”

“That peacock swooped at me-,”

Glorfindel let out an irritated grumble close to a growl making you smirk curiously as he said, “They were supposed to ensure he did not find the portals.”

Thranduil, “I have half a mind to make him into a hat.”

That made you nearly snort behind your hand trying to keep from giggling at the image making the pair glance at you. “Oh I doubt you have to be that extreme.”

Glorfindel, “That bird is a menace!”

Thranduil, “Exactly! Tried to destroy a tapestry from the Year of the Trees last time he snuck into my Kingdom.”

A trip to the rebuilt palace had you stunned but in showing you inside a former aviary and rare breed greenhouse had your lips parting at the climb up to a hidden ledge where you watched eruptions of golden rainbows of light over misty tops of trees coated with flocks of blue butterflies that shimmered under moonlight.

A yawn from you on the ride back again had the tea afterwards canceled and moved to another day to allow you to rest but the sudden hug you pulled the pair into through a soft thanks, albeit uncomfortable for the near cheek to cheek pair to be so close for the moment they had to rest their hands on your back. In a moment again though you were crossing the garden leaving the pair longingly staring at your back still partially leaning against one another’s sides. Yet in your vanishing a step between them was gained and discussions of what to do about the menace bird was brought up again to ensure for a safer ride for you the next time around.

…

For all the luck in managing to find relatives or family friends able and willing to form new households with the elder orphans a small group had become a difficult task to house. The teens no doubt were still housed in Hogwarts and settled in nicely for the next few months easing the troubles. But their younger siblings still in Muggle schooling and those even younger still in the rounds or guardians keeping them safe and entertained through their days of rotating groups of Elves, Dwarves and the Aurors and unemployed teens yet to find work.

The trouble had nothing to do with the children, sure the teens had been a bit rough on being re-homed at first. But in the planned future weekend supervised trips to the Elven lands and Erebor under their leader’s watches their moods lifted as even with a few language and culture barriers common interests were found weeding out a great number willing to house the children and teens that had bonded with them. For all the doubts you had the supposedly stubborn Dwarves were all too willing to follow the weekly check ins for the mandatory fostering probation period. As the Elves had mainly been claimed by the younger toddlers and infants they gladly took to setting up cots in their shared rooms to keep watch over their chosen kin through the nights with enamored smiles.

But a few snags were met of course, mainly in a group of children wishing to stay with their chosen Dwarf families, that were all too eager to house them in return, however relatives had been found for them and the case had to be monitored carefully. All instantly had agreed to allow the children where they felt more comfortable, mainly because the relatives worked in dangerous or demanding professions. With Aurors glad to add them to the mix of decided children in the fostering pool.

Thankfully the great number of willing Elves proudly accepted the terms as well and brought their gleeful bundles home finally, agreeing to keep the group play dates up so they could compare experiences and gain aid from the Witches and Wizards checking in on them for how to properly include their own culture with that of the Elves. Once again the sounds of children were heard through each Elven land with precautions being taken, enchanted barriers around bridges, steps and walkways under the aid of Witches to ensure the safety of their new little ones brightening the forests and mountain greatly.

All this easing the great weight of the task from the new Ministry, that could now focus on reinstating the apparating laws and restarting the Flue system to ease transportation again. The latest of Draco’s models had been voted as the best option for all leaving only the confirming of the design with the Dwarves and Elves before the Aurors would begin to form the final structure checks and clear what was in the way of the new structures.

Added to the lower half would be a small Muggle born city the schools for the younger students would be moved to after the Muggles had begun showing suspicion of their strange behaviors feeling far too similar to the trials that had initiated the split of your races again. Included in this would be the Dursleys, including Dudley, who found it hard to settle into the new ways and previously took you up on your offer of helping you and the twins out in your shop. A decision also easing Petunia and Vernon into learning more about your world they had been so vehemently against while Harry was in his early days and making the distance between Vernon and Arthur Weasley shorter by a great deal aiding their new found friendship.

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Pt 18

#HP Crossover #Thranduil x Reader OC #Glorfindel x Reader OC

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messervixen · 10 months

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The Marauders and people as things my Friends and I have said Part 2

Marlene (to James): You can tell all your other guy friends that a bunch of gay girls were putting flowers in your hair.

Alice: Give yourself a beard. Be normal.

Remus: Get in the chair.

Sirius: Cucumbers so sexy.

Pandora: Oh no, my fishbowl!

Alice: And Jesus would say “oh my god”.

Regulus: I’m not gonna let that happen because you’re not that amazing.

Barty: You’re the mentally insane version of your grandma.

Regulus: I am emotionally attached to this ruler.

Barty: I’m bored, let’s fry my goldfish.

Sirius: Don’t say the fuck word.

Mary: If I were a kidnapper, I would totally pick you.

Peter: I need my gummy bears so I can kill people.

Pandora: These poles are actually really good for pole dancing.

Sirius: This guy looks like he would hang out in a dumpster with me.

Marlene: That name is perfect for a gay bottom.

Barty: Broski was originated from the Russian president Taylor Swift.

Sirius: So I’m not like the pope…, I’m god.

James: Please stand up and hit the griddy for demonstration.

Sirius: I am a professional look good-er.

Marlene: Weird question, are you gay?

Regulus: The only animal I have in my house is my brother.

Pandora: Friends are like flowers. If you eat them, they die.

Remus: I want to get run over.

Marlene: He just wiggled like a gay man.

James: It’s not burnt, it’s just ripe.

Regulus: Go die.

Evan: Kids in the backseat cause accidents and accidents in the backseat cause kids.

Lily: Don’t body shame the thick bread.

Sirius: I’m not a British gay, I’m an American straight.

Marlene: Get gayed.

Sirius: My mom just made a very PG-13 word sequence.

Marlene: If you eat your child is that cannibalism or incest?

Lily: I’d be hot as a flower.

Evan: I’m technically not a virgin. In Hawaii a wave shot up my ass.

Regulus: Mommy I want a penis, why is it not growing?

Mary: Your butt is being used for the greater good.

Marlene: Do you think demons suck on toes?

Barty: Regulus is my sugar daddy.

James and Regulus in CR: I would have four kids with that man.

Sirius (About Remus): I would literally let him fuck me with a knife handle.

Dorcas: If there were no babies made then there’s nothing to feel guilty about.

Peter: Did you just call your own dad hot?

Sirius: My friends want me, mother.

Marlene: You can tell he’s gay by the way he looks out that window.

James: Nothing gets kinkier than a knife.

Regulus: Apparently I’m running from the trauma of my past.

Sirius: What you did to me on that table is going to leave some bruises.

Frank: Okay we are not raping a dead body.

Barty: I’ll take it as payment.

Peter: Do you have a knee caressing fetish?

Regulus in CR: Oh my god he has a sexy axe.

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silviasutton1989 · 5 years

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The Guest Ch.9 “It’s Going to be a Long Night.”

It was going to be a long night.

Candace figured as much, watching Drake's mother chug down the remains of her bottle. She carelessly flings it aside letting it roll to a family of abandoned others underneath the couch.

The Walker home was charming and cozy, the walls filled with pictures, each room had its on braided rug to to protect your feet from the cold hard wood floor. Nothing in the home seem to be decorative only necessary for comfort.

Mrs. Walker stayed on the floor. Her eyes closed to the world.

"How long did it take for you to find me this time?" the words slurred and she talked slowly to make sure she was understood.

"Two days." Drake responded sucking down his anger ...and embarrassment.

"Woah...you're getting good at this."

Candace forced herself to stare at the family portrait. Somehow the idea of looking at Drake's mother in her predicament seemed intrusive. So her eyes stayed to the family on the wall: a tall man who stood firm but proud his dark brown hair combed back but one unruly strand hung upfront, a young girl in a bright pink dress her two front teeth gone but she dawned cutest grin, a young boy spitting image from his father trying his best to mimic his stance and a woman between them all her smile warm and happy. What happened to them?

"Mom can you stand up? Let's go take a bath."

"Pshh...who's the parent here?!" Drake's mother squeals trying to stand to her feet but is pulled back down by her own weight. As she plops, she laughs.

Candace thought it was a laugh...at first. The sputtering chortles soon became painful wails. Her thoughts on privacy for the woman disappeared. She wanted to know how she got to this point. What happened to her?

"You know...I tried to call her to wish her a Happy Birthday. Did she tell you that?"

Candace and Drake stay silent. It was the most coherent thing she'd said all night, yet to Candace it made no sense.

"She?" the question flew out before she could stop it. Drake gives her a hard look and she wished she'd just left the room when he brought her.

"She's talking about my sister." informing with a huff.

"Drake, don't you dare act like you didn't know. She talks to you I know she does! But ...not me. I called her! I told her I loved her so much I...I'm so sorry for what I did to you...to both of you. I just can't get up. I can't get off this damn floor! I want to, I just can't--"

"I'm going to help you up, Momma." Lifting his mother from the floor carrying her body to the bathroom

"That's not what I meant." She says softly to her son who pretends he doesn't hear. He could only the fix the physical needs of his mother anything else would be too challenging.

What the hell was she thinking coming with him? Beating herself with the question over and over as she cleaned the kitchen. It was the only thing Candace could think to do while Drake was in the bathroom with his mother. She could hear them argue for a second before the water started to run. She decided to make herself useful and start a pot of coffee.

That's why you came right? To help?

"If you want to turn back now, I understand." Drake slouched on the couch his head tilted to the ceiling eyes shut. "It's going to be a long night tonight...."

"Do you usually detox her here or..." She wanted to tread lightly. Drake was hard to read. Sometimes he'd look at you with eyes that can hurt you or heal you and she wasn't sure how open he could be in this situation. "I just meant would she be going ba-"

"I could take her back now and she'd just leave a week or two later. but.. it's like New Year's when she sobers up. She gets into this health kick swearing she will be straight. And she does for a while. Then..."

Figuring the sentence didn't need finishing he lets the word hang there.

"So you have a sister. Does she comes to help with all of this."

His answer is a long yawn as he sinks lower into the couch, predicting this is the closest amount of sleep he'd be getting tonight. Drake rounds his neck and shoulders to relieve some tension."She stopped helping a while ago. With a baby to think about she needed a better environment."

"Oh..she has a baby?" Watching him trying to get comfortable, her hands, without a second thought, made their way to his shoulders working through his tense muscles pleased with herself as he grunts his appreciation.

"Yeah she lives in Paris now. The last time my mom relapsed I was away in college and Savannah was here with her. When she found out she was pregnant she took mom back to the center and moved out. She called me told me she had this affair with some guy but the relationship was over, she was pregnant but would be fine. I had to agree to allow her to make her own choices about her situation in order to be in her and Bartie's life. Ohh..." Candace could feel him soften in her hands and worked on the spot more. "But ...but she's doing so good I can't ask her to uproot her life."

"Yeah but you shouldn't have to do this on your on..."

Drake reaches up putting his hand onto hers . "You're here."

"Yeah but..."

"So. Tell me about you and Liam. I want to hear how this love story came to be." quickly changing the subject Drake took his hands away allowing Candace to continue to work on his tired body.

"Not much to tell. We worked together had a few dates and--"

"No no...I know there's a story there. I know Liam, and he's nothing short of grand romantic gestures. So what was it? Some horse drawn carriage ride to a candle light--."

"It was a funeral." Drake's silence made Candace chuckle and began her story.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" his deep brown eyes wide and hopeful his gaze never leaving hers.

"This is one of the most expensive restaurants in Queens. You can't afford this." Candace's smile was bubbly an bright but she couldn't help that. Her date had that effect on her.

"How do you know what I can afford?"

"Because I know where you work. And our drinks will probably be your entire check." they both chuckle .

"True..but you didn't answer my question."

"Yes, Drake I am enjoying myself."

The date went on with conversations filed with laughter and moments of silence when the two couldn't take their hungry eyes from each other. It all ended when her phone rang.

"Yes this is she....Oh my G--" Candace stands to her feet her body shudders in horror. When the call finishes she looks to her date. "I'm sorry I have to go."

He didn't say anything quickly taking her into his arms to calm her. She didn't hear him order the food to be bagged or for a cab to brought up front. Her mind was in a daze and it wasn't until she was in the cab and Drake asked her where they needed to go that she finally spoke.

"My foster mom passed away."

"I'm so sorry....should we go to the hospital?"

"No it was the funeral home that called me. Apparently she had everything arranged. I was listed as person of contact...

"Tell me where we need to go."

She gave him the address and in what seemed like minutes they were standing in front of her childhood home. Her hands still shook as she took out her keys. She was just there last week. Bridgette, her foster mother, insisted that she come by to helped her pick out the dress for her date tonight. She could have told her something was wrong. She could have helped.

"Is there family we need to call?" Drake hadn't left her side since the restaurant. His hand smoothing the shakes of her body. She didn't dare pretend to not want him there, figuring he would leave once he got tired of it all. It was nice to have someone, knowing that once he did eventually leave she would be completely alone.

"She has a brother in D.C. he needs to know."

"Ok anyone else?"

"No...other than the foster kids. But we all grew up and went our separate ways. I'm probably the only one who stayed in town...why didn't she tell me?"

The wave of tears were building up and she couldn't suppress them anymore. He's definitely leaving now. But then his hands were on her shoulders softly messaging. He let her cry and eventually when she calmed down they found a couch and she cried again.

She must have said something through all her blubbering because Drake responded with warm words of "You are not alone." and "I'm not going anywhere." until she fell asleep.

"And he didn't..." Candace hands still on Drake's shoulders her thoughts miles and years away. "While I was calling the church and trying to find all the kids she fostered and anyone who may want to attend the funeral, Liam was taking her dress to the dry cleaners checking on the flower arrangements. I don't know if you would call that a grand gesture but by the end of the funeral I was in love with him."

"If that's true why is your hands all over my son?!"

Candace jumped to find Mrs. Walker standing in front of them.

"I was just..." the words weren't forming as quickly as she needed them to so she stopped trying once the woman began to smile.

"I'm only teasing honey. Ohh you made coffee. I like you already."

Candace confused looks down to see Drake sound asleep.

"Let him sleep dear. My sobriety wont hit till morning so tonight he can rest."

Candace walks over to the kitchen making two cups of coffee.

"You know you've really made a name for yourself around here. “The guest who will be queen.” I wonder has the news hit that you left the palace."

Candace let the morning newspaper answer that placing it in front of her.

"Well I'll be. They think you went home? Ha the gals back at the center are going to have a field day when I get back to tell them the future Queen of Cordonia helped me detox."

Candace shifted in her seat. "I'm not..."

"Tell me honey what in blazes would make you leave a prince to fend off those hungry pack of she wolves alone."

"I wanted to help Drake." She had said it so many times but just now saying in front of his mother she finally heard the lie for what it really was "Honestly I had to get out of there. Those women are--"

"Evil...you should meet their mothers. Poisonous things they are! So I guess in a way you're detoxing too. Just don't be like me I was so wrapped up in that fear of not belonging to them I never realized that would be the worst thing for me."

Candace eyes widen to the drunken ladies wise words.

"That's 3 years of therapy for you. Ha!"

Mrs. Walker looked over Candace for a long moment. So are you in love with Drake too?"

"What?! I... what?!" the question so direct it almost knocked her off her chair. "No no no no ma'am. We are just friends."

"Yeah but Drake's never brought any other friends here before. So I've got to wonder. Because my son is plenty of things but an open book is not one of them. He's choosing to open up to you and I'm very curious as to why."

Not having an answer for her Candace makes only a quick look to the back of Drake's head. That would have to be a question for another day.

"So you think Liam is fending off the women?" Changing the subject.

"If he loves you he will for as long as he can..but honestly those girls have been trained to hook men. It's in their DNA they were raised in knowing that men in power are their goals. So best believe if you think they were vicious with you, now that you're gone the games have only just begun for the poor boy."

It's not every day when a man is escorted to his room...by a beautiful woman no less."

Liam flashes a quick grin to Kiara . It wasn't his best line but it made her smile hopefully that would be enough to get keep her happy. All he wanted to do was sop smiling a go to bed. He needed Kiara gone to do that though.

"Well you're not every man are you, my future King?" She bats her eyes at him picking up the speed in her steps as they reach his chambers.

"Well I think I've reached my stop." moving towards the door but Kiara dashes to block it with her body.

"No ...j'ai dit non! Now I have walked you to your room for the past 2 days..."

"Yes you've been very persistent." Kiara's smile is strained as she holds her stance.

"I wasn't finished... we have been doing this little tete-a-tete for too long now. Now I know that with Candace gone--"

"She'll be back soon."

"Sure she will. But a man..." her hands roaming his shoulders "A man like you deserves la petite mort from time to time..

"I should really be going ..." those were the words he spoke but he didn't move, one hand gripping the door knob the other glued on Kiara's waist . It only takes her a second to realize his struggle and she beams. Leaning in closer to him allowing her low voice to titillate his ear.

"I can keep a secret my king...If she comes back ...I would never tell her."

"If?!" that's all it took for his body to move allowing the door to slam in her face.

Resting his head on the door Liam closed his yes to the world . Taking deep breaths to calm his heart he repeated the words in his head over and over again like a mantra. ''She's coming back. She's coming back. She's coming back."

The wrap at the door forced him out of his prayer.

"Lady Kiara please go to your room. I 'm really tired."

"But I want to join the party too..." she calls from behind the door.

"The what?" Liam opens his eyes, it's then he notices the low light from his bedroom. Cautiously walking towards the light he can only hope it's Candace finally home in bed waiting for him. But as he spreads open the door the sight of them reassures her absence. There in his room, in his bed, were all the ladies of the court all in nothing but lingerie their wanting eyes directed towards him.

Liam takes a step back his body thinking ahead of his brain this time and ties to pivot out the room but Kiara catches him.

"Hey you all didn't say we were wearing lingerie"

"You were too busy trying to cheat." Madeleine quips.

"No matter...I always come prepared. " Standing in front her future king, she unzips her dress letting it fall to the floor, giggling as his eyes involuntarily scan over her black lace bra and panty set, slowly turning around so that he could take in every curve as she saunters over to find room in the full bed.

"Wha--" Liam's mouth tried to form words but his brain was not producing any. Clearing his throat to try again but his mouth went dry.

"Penelope!" Olivia orders " Fetch our kings some water. He's thirsty."

Penelope does as she's told handing him a glass and scurrying back to her place. Liam hadn't moved his eyes unable to leave the rainbow colors of bras before him, and skin he also could not unsee all the skin.

"Fuck..." was all he managed. the room filling with flirtatious giggles.

It would be a long night.

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What Happened in Vegas - Drake x Erika (MC) - Part 8

SUMMARY: Maxwell knows the truth, and as much as he wants to be with his best friend Erika (MC) (and perhaps his baby's mother), they cannot arouse suspicion while they help Savannah and Bertrand organize their marriage.

PAIRING: Drake x Erika (MC)

RATING: Teen

WORDS: 1320

NOTE: English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

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_So, what do you think of the flowers, Erika? Dahlias or calla lilies? – Savannah and Erika were sitting at the dining table at Beaumont’s house, among notebooks and pictures. The wedding would take place in three weeks and they were defining the last details. Bartie was with a babysitter and the two women decided to get together to sort out what was left.

_I love the calla lilies, Savannah, they are original, dramatic, and your bouquet would be gorgeous. And they’d be lovely table decorations – Erika was happy. She remembered when she was planning her wedding with Drake, and it helped her to think about something other than her pregnancy problems. After talking with Maxwell, she again erased her preoccupations and lived life to the fullest. Drake was getting more and more excited about the baby and that was the only thing he could talk about. He told Erika so many stories about Jackson that she was right he would be an amazing father like him. Drake had lost his dad, so he would give all the love he had to his kid. Erika couldn’t ask for a better partner. It was impossible that the child wasn’t his.

_I totally agree. I was thinking about the calla lilies too. And now about the cake and the sweets, I’ll grab the samples on the kitchen. Oh, take a look at the playlist I made…here – Savannah handed Erika a list with romantic songs – I want to choose them to play during the ceremony, tell me what do you think! – Savannah said as she entered in the kitchen. Erika took the paper and one particular song caught her attention: Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston. That song represented a lot of Savannah, after she decided to be independent and to be a single mom, and also how much she learnt about herself and became stronger:

I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadows

If I failed, if I succeed, at least I lived as I believed

No matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity

Because the greatest Love of all is happening to me

I found the greatest love of all inside of me

The greatest love of all

Is easy to achieve, learning to love yourself

It is the greatest love of all

Those lyrics also made sense to Erika’s life, how she was always self-governing and learnt to take care of herself very early. That would be a good song to play while Savannah walked down the aisle. Still lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear a voice calling behind her.

_Erika? Are you there? Erika? – she startled and looked to the side. Bertrand and Maxwell were standing next to her – is Savannah giving you a hard time having to choose so many things? – Bertrand joked. Maxwell’s expression was unreadable.

_Oh, it’s really no problem at all – she looked at Maxwell – hey, Maxwell – he sketched a smile.

_Hello, Erika. I was helping Bertrand choose a suit and…I wasn’t expecting you here.

_Maxwell, I’m sure I told you Duchess Erika would help Savannah today. That’s why we left Bartie with Dominique – Bertrand said, a little annoyed.

_Oh, sure, sure, I forgot – “as usual”, Bertrand muttered. Maxwell cleaned his throat – and where’s Savannah?

_She’s in the kitchen picking the samples of cakes and sweets for us to taste – Erika grinned at Maxwell, trying to rip out a smile from him too – you arrived on time.

_In that case, I’ll help her – Bertrand went into the kitchen and Maxwell and Erika remained looking at each other. An uncomfortable silence between them was finally broken by her.

_So, how are you? We haven’t spoken since...

_Yeah, I know – Maxwell sat next to her, and immediately wondered if it was a good idea. He had no idea of what he would do if he was so close to her. What he wanted was to touch her tummy, since that could be his child. But neither could it be. And she was married. To his best friend – and how’s this little guy? Or girl, I don’t know.

_It’s fine – what else should she say? She owes no further explanations. He wasn’t the father. But he was her best friend. And that was completely awkward – they’re moving right know, maybe they’re hungry.

_Oh, that’s nice, actually – Maxwell motioned to approach, but he stopped suddenly – may I…feel them?

_Of course – if that pregnancy were a normal situation, she would have no doubt let him touch her tummy. So of course he could. She took his hand and placed it over her navel. After a few seconds, Maxwell felt the baby move. From the moment he arrived, that was the biggest smile on his face.

_Cool! Maybe they can play soccer with us, like that day at Applewood Manor! I’d love to teach them and… - he stopped suddenly and took his hand away – or, Drake must certainly teach, he’s the father… - his face fell. Erika didn’t know what to do, but she smiled.

_Uncle Max should teach too – he looked up and smiled back.

_Sorry for the delay, I was preparing a coffee for us – Savannah said suddenly, bringing a tray with the mini-cakes. Bertrand was behind her, carrying another tray with a coffee pot and some cups – oh, Erika, something happened? – Erika didn’t notice the tears on her face until then. She wiped them quickly.

_Oh, no! It’s just…the baby was moving, and I love to feel it. You must remember this when you were pregnant.

_Oh, for sure! It was amazing, Bartie was so restless! – Savannah kept talking about Bartie, but soon their attention shifted to sweets. With Maxwell by her side, Erika couldn’t tell pineapple cake from walnut cake. Maxwell could also say the strawberry macarons and the chocolate cupcakes tasted the same. They were totally uncomfortable close to each other. At some point, after the reunion was over and Savannah was telling Bertrand what they had decided, Erika decided she needed some air. While she was sat on the bench outside, she wondered why Maxwell’s presence bothered her so much, if she was so sure Drake was the father.

_Erika, are you fine? – Maxwell asked her. He was standing beside the couch, and didn’t know if he should sit next to her.

_I’m okay, I’m just tired.

_Do you want to rest? I can ask the maid to set you a room.

_It’s not that kind of tiredness, Maxwell – she sighed – I’m tired of so many doubts.

_Oh, I see – he said – and I don’t think I’m helping at all, right?

_Not gonna lie, Maxwell. Being around you reminds me of things I’m trying to forget – Maxwell nodded. Erika wondered if she was too tough.

_I understand, Erika. And if you want, if it makes you feel better, I’ll leave you alone – Maxwell motioned to get up, but Erika held his hand, making him sit back down.

_No, Maxwell…please stay with me. After all, I…I miss you. I miss your friendship, I miss being with you – he widened his eyes, a mix of surprise and happiness in his face.

_Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you want me to go. That’s what best friends do, they want the best for people they like – Erika smiled sweetly.

_I’m sure. I want you here with me – they shared a smile and remained sat on the porch, watching the birds flying in the sky, and talking like the old times. Erika didn’t think much when she asked Maxwell for that. She only felt she needed him. After all, he was her best friend. Maxwell was also happy as he wasn’t so long ago. He missed Erika, and being around her talking like they used to was all he wanted.

But are things really back to normal? All these doubts couldn’t be vanished as much as they wanted.

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STRQ Team Ch. 2 - Athos Bleu

Series Synopsis: This is not the fairy tale of hopes and dreams. This is a tale of legacies, of predecessors. Of those that came before, who fought and offered their strength to those who would come after. Before Team RWBY, there was STRQ Team. Summer Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, Raven Branwen, and Qrow Branwen. Through the actions of these four special individuals, some of noble cause and some borne of infamy, the gears of fate will be set in motion for the World of Remnant. And the future as a whole.

Links to read the series: Ao3 or FF.net

Or hit the jump below:

Athos Bleu

The Strength in One

Becomes the Strength in All.

From the farthest corners of Remnant, students of all shapes and backgrounds filtered into Beacon Academy’s auditorium. Some came from within the Kingdom and others without. But whatever their origins, they shared a single objective.

To earn the title of Hunter.

…

“What took you?” Raven asked.

“What? Lonely after leaving you alone for five minutes?” Qrow asked back.

“No. Just wondering how long it took you to get anywhere with your mark. By the looks of it, you didn’t even get her number.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sure, it wasn’t,” Raven rolled her eyes to Summer, who just walked through the entrance hall. She scrutinized the girl’s figure, flirting with a few ideas. “This isn’t the time to get distracted, little brother. Doubt we’ll be here for long.”

“Still trying to figure a way out, huh?”

“Of course.”

“You know, if we stir shit up here and get expelled, Temujin and Shepherd would probably just send us to another school.”

“Then, we raise hell there, too. Whatever it takes to get it through their thick skulls that this idea is a complete waste of time.”

“I gotta be honest, sis. I think we’re gonna be here a while. We might as well get acclimated,” Qrow started walking backwards in line with Raven’s pace. “It can’t be all that bad, or else Shepherd and Temujin wouldn’t have sent us here in the first place.”

“I know that much, idiot. They want us to be normal kids like the rest of everyone our age.”

“Then, why are you fighting this so hard?”

“Because this isn’t home, Qrow. Home is Vacuo, with Temujin and even Shepherd. You wanna live the honest life on the straight and narrow? Good luck to you! But I’m going back—one way or another.”

“You’re wrong if you think I don’t want to go back to them.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I just…I want to respect their wishes. They’ve never been wrong before. Maybe, I dunno. We actually find this better life they keep talking about.”

“You are seriously dumb. Of course, if we stay here, we’ll have better lives.”

“So……What? You allergic to the idea of being at peace or happy?”

“Maybe, I don’t want to be happy.”

“…I’ve heard you say a lot of angsty teenage stuff, but that by far is—”

Suddenly, Qrow was knocked off balance, when he walked backwards into someone. He turned to see it was a short boy wearing bright baggy clothes, sunglasses, and a hiphop cap. Despite their height only reaching his shoulders, it was Qrow who was knocked on looser footing.

“Very smooth, little brother,” Raven snorted.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, short stuff!” Qrow yelled.

“Y-y-yeah? But you were the one who bumped into me,” the other boy replied.

“Yeah, and how could you tell anything, when you’re wearing sunglasses indoors?”

The Branwen twins looked the kid up and down more closely.

Besides the sunglasses and the backwards hat, he also wore a mix-match of what could be considered the hippest fashion. The problem was, it was all too obvious the boy was trying too hard, and it resulted in him looking ridiculous instead.

“I take that question back. Didn’t even need to ask it.” Qrow snatched the boy’s cap to reveal their spikey, yellow hair. “So, is that dyed, or are you a natural blonde?”

As the boy readied to use force to take his hat back, Raven snatched it from her Qrow’s hand.

“Sorry about my brother,” she apologized, while handing the hat to its rightful owner. “He can be a dick about the dumbest shit. My name’s Raven. And, you are?”

Raven leaned close to him with an air of seduction. By the way she shortened the space, it was clear she tried to emphasize her ample but still growing chest. It made her target sweat profusely.

“T-t-taiyang. Taiyang Xiao Long.”

“Taiyang Xiao Long…” Raven echoed in a low tone. “It’s a strong name.”

“Eck!” Qrow expressed behind, with a finger in his open mouth.

“See you around, Tai,” Raven winked, and then made her way closer to the auditorium stage.

Taiyang couldn’t help watching the girl’s figure leave, her hips swinging with a subtle sashay in her step.

“So, gross,” Qrow commented, once he caught up with his sister. “Seriously?”

“That, little brother, is planting the seeds of weakness.”

“So you can reap the later victories,” Qrow completed Temujin’s saying. “Still, almost had me fooled you were interested in the little twerp.”

“Please. That’s why I keep telling you, you need more training. Things aren’t always what they seem.”

Raven glanced back at Taiyang still gawking at her with a lovestruck stare.

Not to mention, his fatal lines are unusually small.

Despite how he looks, he’s obviously trained to minimize his weak points.

She played back the moment Qrow bumped into him. The boy’s feet stayed firmly planted to the floor. And even though, he was knocked into by someone bigger than him, his stance remained completely solid, while also being caught by surprise.

He’s definitely no pushover.

Raven brandished a fake smile and gave a fingery wave. Taiyang responded with a robotic wave of his own.

Well, I guess everyone this age is weak to a little stimulation.

“Taiyang Xiao Long, huh?”

…

Might’ve been a threat—

If he wasn’t such a chump.

X X X X X

As the last of the students entered the auditorium, the lights dimmed and the Headmaster of Beacon took the stage.

He was a tall man with a lengthy beard, dressed in formal, forest-green robes. Lining his hood and collar, sprouted vibrant vegetation and a few stems of flowers. The irises of his eyes possessed a bright pink luster to them, lending him the appearance of something supernatural. In his grey beard, the heads of a small falcon, snake, and spider, peaked out momentarily. Once they saw the crowd, they seemingly retreated back into their nest.

“I am Headmaster Myrddin. Welcome to Beacon Academy.”

His voice carried over the entire chamber without the use of microphones or sound systems. And he did not yell, yet it was as if he were whispering in the ear of all those in the audience.

“Today will mark the first step in the rest of your lives. You may think I am overdramatic in saying this, but your years spent here will introduce violent change into what you think you know; about life, about the world, and especially—about yourselves.”

Murmurs rose in the students, but immediately quieted again once he spoke.

“For it is only within the storm we find what truly matters, what it is that truly survives. And in that material, weapons are forged for the sake of…Hm.”

Myrddin stopped himself midsentence.

“No…No, I don’t think I will reveal that quite just yet.”

More confusion erupted from the audience, but the Headmaster only resumed his speech.

“I’m sure you would rather take some time to get acquainted with our facilities, but first things first. A test will be implemented tomorrow morning. Prepare your equipment, talk amongst yourselves. Perhaps, strategize as you see fit. Be ready when the sun rises. That will be all.”

As Myrddin left the stage, leaving the new students in complete bewilderment, the lights of the auditorium turned back on. Little did the audience know, while they were watching the Headmaster, their future Professors and Mentors were watching them.

On the second floor of the theatre, a group of veteran Huntsmen and Huntresses observed from a one-way window.

“Haha! I wonder which one of these young minds will have the honor of receiving mentorship under me!”

“Indeed, Peter! Our first year as Professors seems marked by a similarly interesting generation of students!”

“How about a wager then, Barty? There is the Vytal Tournament later this year! Let us see who can train the best team of youngsters! Ah… I wish I had a Mentor like me when I was their age. Then, blah blah blah blah…”

As a number of professors discussed and spied on the potential candidates of students, one particular faculty member seemed indifferent to it all.

He leaned against the back wall with his arms crossed. The cape and leathers he wore were dyed a deep, sapphire blue. They were worn and torn from long-time use. His wide-brim, musketeer hat tipped low above his eyes. Two large feathers, one black and one white, tucked into its band.

Rather than paying attention to the students or the Headmaster’s speech, he seemed only to be waiting for the orientation to finish.

In his boredom, he drew a steel flask from his pocket and drained it heavily. His brown mustache and beard, which bristled out like wild grass, caught some of the liquor. A sloppy arm went to wipe it.

The man appeared rather unkempt and rough around the edges. But a certain intimidation hung around the atmosphere of the veteran Huntsman. A presence that warded off practically all his colleagues, save for maybe one.

“Any of the students catch your eye this year, Athos?”

“Ozpin,” he muttered with slight acknowledgment. His voice resounded with a low, tough crass. “No, none. Myrddin said something about this batch being special, but the brats look as unimpressive as last year’s, and the ones before that.”

“Really? No interest at all? Not even the young Summer Rose?”

“Yours and the Headmaster’s shining, prodigy. Hook from Signal, put in a good word about her, too.”

“And?”

“…She’s got silver eyes. Practically doomed and cursed to live a life of tragedy.”

Ozpin sighed. “How about the Branwen twins?”

“Peh. ‘Branwens’. Thought they all died out. Can’t believe Temujin didn’t want to save a pair of talented killers for herself. Make better assassins than Hunters. But I guess, assassins are just another a kind of Hunter.”

“Hm,” Ozpin chuckled. “And here I thought this would be the year a group of youths finally earn apprenticeships with the legendary Athos Bleu.��

“Stop blowing smoke up my ass, Oz. There’s nothing legendary about me.”

The man emptied the rest of his flask annoyingly. Seeing as he didn’t feel drunk enough, he decided to ditch the rest of the ceremony to find more booze.

On his way from the balcony, he caught sight of someone through the window.

Taiyang Xiao Long, huh.

He’s probably a standout, too…

If he didn’t get all googly-eyed around the Branwen girl, like some kind of chump.

X X X X X

At the strike of dawn, the “prospective” students of Beacon Academy gathered at a grass clearing. Before them, was the tree line of the Emerald Forest. And standing along its perimeter, facing them, were various Professors.

As the students wondered what kind of entrance test they would be taking, an unknown figure stepped in front of the faculty to greet them.

The woman gazed intensely at them all with an almost angry look. The black fur trench coat she wore was lined with armor. As if to accentuate the intimidating impression she gave, her face and skin exposed by her low-cut shirt, were covered in tattoos. Her hair was colored with a burning red, and the silver decorations weaved into their ends clinked as she turned to scan all of them.

“My name is Gavein Caliburn! But that’s Professor Caliburn to all of you!” Her voice rung across the landscape with a tone that was noble, inspiring, and proud, but also frightening. “I am the Vice Headmaster of Beacon Academy. Professor Myrddin had to attend to other matters, so I will be explaining the details of the test!

“As you may have already heard, students here are divided into teams of varying numbers. You can be divided into teams of one, four, even ten or twenty. Each team, is led by a Professor or ‘Mentor’ as you will refer to them in the future. Your placements will be determined entirely on the results of your test. Any questions?”

Not a single hand or voice spoke up, though, likely not for a lack of curiosity.

“Very well. As prospective students aiming to become future Huntresses and Huntsmen, you will—in frequent cases—obviously be required to Hunt. Therefore, this test is designed with the straightforward purpose of measuring that skill.”

She extended her arms to her right and left, referring to the Professors behind her.

“Your future Mentors will enter the Emerald Forest. After five minutes have passed, you will hunt them down.”

…

All the students immediately started murmuring to each other with uncertainty. Several voices cried out in hushed words:

“Is that all the instructions we get?”

“We’re supposed to hunt veteran Huntsmen and Huntresses?”

“So, we have to find them? Wait, do we have to capture them, too?”

“That’s too hard, isn’t it?”

“We probably aren’t meant to succeed, right? They just want to see what we can do.”

Many of them wanted to raise a question, but were too afraid to ask. Nothing in the Vice Headmaster’s demeanor gave the impression that anything was up for debate. Instead, the students stared helplessly, hoping someone would point out the absurd difficulty of the exam.

After some time passed, and it seemed no one would raise a point, a single hand went up.

Professor Caliburn mugged at them, before calling them out.

“Yes, a question.”

“When you say hunt down a professor,” Raven started. “We talking capture…or kill?”

For the first time since she appeared, Caliburn broke into a surprised smirk.

Cheeky brat.

“I’ll leave the method up to you to determine. But I will say this, you’re usually tasked with eliminating Grimm, than taking them alive. Interpret that how you like.”

Caliburn turned a glance to her colleagues. More than a few were surprised by Raven’s question. Some tried to play it off as a student getting ahead of themselves, but there was no mistaking a subtle trace of fear underneath. And then, there were the words from the Vice Headmaster herself.

Should serve to keep the Mentors on their toes, too.

“Ah! Youth! This is getting very exciting, Barty!”

“Indeed! I, myself, feel positively ecstatic by the potential of these newcomers. Or maybe, it’s the coffee!”

Well…some of them, anyway.

Caliburn shrugged, and like a conductor, swiped her hand across the air.

“Scatter!”

On her signal, the various professors dashed into the Emerald Forest at full speed. Their figures, disappearing completely in a matter of seconds.

The students could only gawk at the monumental task set before them. Some seemed overwhelmed before they were even given the chance to start. And it took a while for a few to notice that there was one professor that didn’t leave with the others.

The Vice Headmaster sighed at the man sitting on the ground, drinking liquor from a barrel with the utmost casualty.

“Really, Athos? This year, too?” she shook her head at the professor’s delinquent antics.

The man gave a loud burp, before replying.

“Not all prey run.”

“You’re just being lazy.”

“I’m being helpful.”

“Sure, you are.”

“……Drink?” he offered, clutching the barrel’s rim with a single hand.

Caliburn rolled her eyes, and then, joined him in sitting on the grass. The two traded the barrel back and forth, enjoying a casual discussion.

Meanwhile, the prospective students all eyed the odd Huntsman as he grew increasingly drunker. Not knowing what to make of it, they wondered if the man was simply open to taking anyone as an apprentice.

After some time passed, Caliburn stood up and took the vibrating scroll from her pocket.

“Twenty seconds until you start!” she announced.

At the same time, Athos lazily got up, continuing to down large gulps of liquor.

“Ten seconds!”

All the students drew their respective weapons, and took their starting run poses.

“Five…!”

Athos pulled out a long musket rifle that had a full-length sword attached to its end, like a bayonet.

“Three…!”

Any light breeze dissipated, as the air went dense. The smell of alcohol lingered the air, along with something else. Not an actual scent, but a possible feeling of dread.

“Two…!

An explosion of bloodlust could be felt. Athos kicked off the ground violently, sending dirt and rock up behind him.

“One…!”

By the time Vice Headmaster Caliburn finished the countdown, Athos was landing his rifle amidst the first batch of students.

The earth sundered with a thundercrack. A violent shockwave blasted most everyone off their feet. Students were sent flying. And when the dust finally settled, they watched the Huntsman strut threateningly from the crater.

His musket resting across one shoulder, while he took his time downing another helping from his liquor barrel.

“Hah…” he sighed contently.

Another shockwave, and Athos was swinging his rifle wildly again.

Realization dawned on the students, for some of whom it was too late. Unlike the other professors, the students were not meant to hunt Athos Bleu.

Athos Bleu was meant to hunt them.

#rwby #TEAM STRQ #Summer Rose #raven branwen #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #rwby fanfiction #STRQ Team

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 6 years

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“Ladies and Gentlemen The King Has Left The Building!”

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

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Pairing: Liam x Riley, Hana x Maxwell

Summary: … Liam and Riley are a little too ready to celebrate at the Halloween ball and Maxwell's costume has the guests talking.

Word Count: 2,268

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Riley and Liam stood at the main doors, waiting to be called into the room. Tonight, was the annual Halloween ball, their first one as a married couple, the two had decided to dress as Professional assassins, the two dressed in all black. They had holsters, weapons, blood all over their faces. The king and queen had just made a deal with Italy that they had been trying to get for months, they were most definitely in the mood to celebrate! After they were called into the room, Riley and Liam descended the stairs, hand in hand.

The two made their way to the stage where they ascended the podium.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the court” Liam started as everyone stopped talking with their eyes on the royal couple.

“Her Majesty Queen Riley and would just like to say thank you for coming tonight, you all look magnificent! Tonight, we are here to celebrate, enjoy yourselves. Again thank you for coming”

Liam and Riley climbed down from the stage and headed over to their table where Drake, and their friends where sitting they grabbed some champagne from a passing tray then greeted their friends.

“good evening your majesties” Hana greeted them with a gentle nod of her head as she stood from her seat.

“Lady Hana, its great to see you” Liam smiled “where is your fiancé? I can’t wait to see his costume, he’s been telling me about it for weeks” he chuckled

“he is over by the buffet table and I promise you…you do not…I repeat do not want to see his costume.” A light blush hit Hana’s cheeks.

“is it THAT bad?” Riley asked

“oh yes…it is THAT bad…and its his fault!” Hana pointed at Drake

“what did you do!?” Riley smirked

“I may have told him, if he wore a costume that I picked out for him, I would take him camping with me next weekend! I did not think he would do it! I’m annoyed that he did…now I gotta take him camping…I purposefully picked the worst costume ever so that he wouldn’t do it!!”

“all he said to me was he was going to be parking the beef bus in tuna town” Liam replied confused, riley nearly choked as she took a sip of her drink.

“he wouldn’t tell me what it meant though…” he added, Riley leaned close to his ear then whispered the meaning of the phrase as the words left her mouth, Liam's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“wait…but how can he-”

“oh, my goodness here he comes” Hana sat down and covered her face.

Both Riley and Liam looked at each other confused then turned to look in the direction of the buffet table. You couldn’t miss him…as soon as they seen him the two burst out laughing, Riley had to try and stop herself from laughing so much due to the tears daring to fall down her face and ruin her make up.

“no, he didn’t!?” she laughed “I don’t…I’m not…I don’t even know what to say” she guffawed as he approached them.

“SOOO…what’d’ya think?” he smiled that goofy grin he always had on his face.

“Maxwell…I apologise…but I have to walk away…because…I’m unsure of…hmmm…I’m not sure if I could talk to you right now with a straight face” Liam walked away laughing as he shook his head, taking one last look behind him, he threw his head back laughing.

“it’s great isn’t it?” Maxwell laughed

“Max” Riley smirked “it’s funny I’ll give you that…but I should give you a warning…maybe avoid Hana for the rest of the night.” She chuckled

“yes, please do” Hana giggled

“hey Maxwell…has Bertrand seen your costume yet?”

“no, he was out with Bartie”

“well…he’s about to see it…” she laughed as she walked over to where Liam was standing.

“you don’t want to miss this” she took his hand and guiding him back to the group. Maxwell turned and looked at Bertrand, Riley was ninety nine percent sure…Bertrand almost had a heart attack…his face dropped.

“Maxwell!!!” Bertrand seethed “what have you done? look at you! This! This is why I tell you to let me approve of your outfits…look at this” Bertrand not thinking reached forward and grabbed the stuffed woman by her ass, within a split second he realised where his hand was, he cursed under his breath as he quickly pulled his hand away.

“Maxwell…are you gonna take that?” Drake laughed

“take what?”

“your brother grabbing your girlfriend’s ass right in front of you” everyone burst out laughing…well everyone except Bertrand of course.

“Bertrand…he’s just having a little fun, it’s okay” Riley chuckled

“do you understand what his costume is doing to my houses reputation”

“listen, if either of us thought it was going to ruin the houses reputation, we would tell him to go and change, everyone’s dressed up, having fun, has a grown man Bertrand, just breathe its fine”

“everyone is laughing at us”

“no…everyone is laughing at his costume, if Maxwell had a problem with people laughing at his costume then he would say, or he would change”

Bertrand grumbled and groaned saying things under his breath as he stormed off.

“Maxwell, I think Olivia would um…like to dance…” Drake chuckled

“really Olivia? you want to dance with me?! C’mon!!!” Maxwell rejoiced as he took Olivia’s hand and gently pulled her to the dancefloor. Everyone chuckled as they watched Olivia’s face over Maxwell’s shoulder.

“hey Olivia!?” Drake called “I didn’t know you could ballroom dance in three’s” everyone chuckled as she growled back at him.

Just a few minutes later, Liam slid his hand into Riley’s as he turned to look at her “come for a walk?” he smiled

“I would love to” she whispered as Liam guided her out into the garden, grabbing an unopened bottle of champagne with two glasses on the way out. The couple made their way to Liam's mothers flower garden, both taking a seat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the garden, Liam popped the cork for the champagne then filled the two glasses before sitting the bottle between them. Liam watched Riley as she looked up at the sky, watching the stars, a smile fell on his face as he watched the woman of his dreams in front of him, nothing keeping them apart…no one getting in the way…just the two of them.

“why do you have to look at me like that?” she smirked as she turned to face him.

“because I have never seen someone so beautiful, I never thought that I would get the chance to call someone as beautiful as you…my wife”

“Liam” she blushed as she reached for his hand “you gotta stop doing that” she whispered with a smirk on her face

“Doing what?” he asked a little confused

“saying things that make me want to kiss you” she looked up, into his eyes. Liam gently ran a finger along his lip as he let out a light chuckle “come here then” he whispered as he moved the bottle of champagne and the two glasses to sit on the floor by his feet. Keeping her hand in his, Riley moved as close to him as she could. Liam gently lifted Riley's legs to lay over his own, He lifted his hands, placing them on her cheek as the two leaned in, their lips pressing together, slightly parted. One of Riley's hands sat on the back of Liam's neck whilst the other gently ran through his hair. After a few seconds they pulled back slightly, Liam leaning his forehead against Riley's. “I love you” He whispered as he ran his thumb over her skin. “I love you so much” Riley smiled. Riley repositioned herself to cuddle into Liam's chest with her legs still over his, he wrapped his closest arm around her. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Liam whispered “penny for your thoughts?”

“for the last couple of months…I…I’ve been thinking about us…about our future.” She whispered as she intertwined her fingers with his. “ive been thinking about…our lives…but one thing that keeps coming to my mind…is children and not just because the damn tabloids won’t stop asking about them” she whispered with a slight blush to her cheeks

“children?” Liam smiled, admittedly he had also been thinking about having children, he had been thinking about it a lot. “I have too” he whispered in her ear.

“I…Liam I’m ready to start trying…really start trying…I mean if you are too that is”

“I think that’s a great idea, I would like that very much” he smiled as he squeezed her hand.

“really?” riley sat up and faced Liam with a grin on her face. “you really want to try for a baby?”

“yes Riley, I really do” he chuckled as he gently wiped the small tear that had fallen down her cheek.

“oh goodness, that’s…Liam that’s great” she giggled as a few tears fell. “that’s so great” she whispered as she gently picked his lips with a giggle “I love you so much”

“I love you too ri, I love you too” Liam replied with a grin on his face.

The two were interrupted by a couple of drunk nobles stumbling around the gardens.

“maybe we should make our way back…we’ve been out here a little while” Liam sighed

“of course, shall we take the long way back?” Riley smiled as she lifted her empty champagne glass from beside Liam's foot then stood from her seat.

“definitely” Liam smirked as he lifted the bottle and his glass then joined Riley. The two walked around the palace gardens, chatting as they went. By the time they got back to the ballroom they had finished the bottle of champagne and were both most definitely feeling the buzz. Liam handed the bottle to one of the waitresses as they walked into the room.

“dance with me!” Liam chuckled as he gently pulled Riley to the dancefloor where they twirled and turned, laughing and joking as they went.

by the time the end of the ball came, Riley and Liam were more than a little tipsy, let’s just say it was a good thing most of the nobles had already gone home. Riley was two types of drunk she was either a giggly drunk or a human dustbin, where she just laughed at everything, if she wasn’t laughing…she was eating, she was a happy drunk. Liam was a loudmouth drunk, you couldn’t not know where he was, he was a that silly kind of funny drunk. As the party started really winding down, Riley went looking for her husband. She approached the table that their friends had been occupying for the night.

“h-have any of you s-seen Liam” she smirked with a giggle. Every single one of them pointed over to the corner of the ballroom, where Liam was stood bopping a waiter’s nose…BOOPING A WAITORS NOSE! He was prodding this guy nose then just bursting out laughing. The man looked petrified!

“oh…I…I should go and get him” she giggled

Riley walked over, calling out to him when she got close enough.

“l-Liam what are you doing?” she laughed

“Riley!” he shouted back not realising she was basically right next to him.

“Li-Am w-what are you doing?”

“WATCH THIS! WATCH WHAT HE DOES” He called as he reached his finger out, the waiter stood watching the kings hand, watching his finger as it pressed his nose, the closer his finger came to the boy’s face, the more cross-eyed he went. Once Liam touched his nose he burst out laughing again, causing the remaining guests to look over. As Riley watched she stood trying not to laugh but failing badly.

“c-come on…it’s time for b-bed!” she whispered in a giggle

“RILEY ARE YOU TRYING TO GET INTO MY PANTS?” he yelled causing Riley's face to turn a dark shade of red. Liam laughed as he turned from the waiter to face Riley. As soon as the king turned to face her, the waiter bolted back to the kitchens. Liam smirked as turned his back to Riley and bent down, he lifted Riley onto his back causing her to squeal.

“Liam! what are you doing?” she laughed as he stood up tall

“TAKING YOU TO BED MRS RHYS” he smirked as he made his way to the main doors. Riley buried her face into his shoulder from being a little embarrassed. Liam made his way down the hall laughing away to himself.

“Liam I can walk” Riley smirked

“II KNOW! B-BUT FOR WHAT WE’RE GONNA DO TONIGHT MRS RHYS…I NEED YOU TO HAVE ALL T-THE ENERGY YOU CAN POSSIBLY GET!!! WE’RE GONNA TEAR IT UP!!!!”

“Liam!” she laughed “people can h-hear you!”

“GOOD! THEY’RE GONNA HEAR US TONIGHT TOO! BEDPOSTS ARE GONNA BE BANGING!! IM GONNA BE PARKING THE BEEFBUS IN TUNA TOWN!” he laughed as he reached for the handle of the royal quarters. He walked into the room smiling then turned, before shutting the door, he leaned his head out into the hallway and shouted, “LADIES AND GENTLMEN THE KING HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!!” he stood up then slammed the door shut, making his way over to the bed, he faced the wall then dropped Riley onto the bed behind him with a thud!

“ooff!” she gasped as she hit the mattress.

“LET’S PLAY HIDE THE SAUSAGE!!!” he laughed as he practically pounced on top of her causing her to laugh.

“god I love you” she smirked as she kissed him.

“hmm I love you so much Mrs Rhys!!” He groaned as he placed kisses on her shoulder. Riley closed her eyes leaning her head back in pleasure. After a minutes or so the kisses stopped...and loud snoring filled the room.

“Liam?...” she questioned as she opened her eyes to see him laying on top of her sleeping...mouth open like a fish...snoring.

“Lovely...just lovely“ she smirked

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