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Timeline: Part 8 - November 2017

For earlier timeline posts: click here or here.

The one where Meghan's hustle finally starts paying off.

Also, Meghan's PR loyalties begin changing during this month. By mid-December 2017, she's stopped leaking to her usual sources - Star Magazine, US Weekly, and E News.

And when the engagement is announced, you can watch the official stories of how Meghan and Harry met begin changing in real-time.

11/1/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/2/2017: Meghan teases an engagement with adoption of a royal wardrobe.

11/3/2017: Meghan's role on a 2009 TV show resurfaces. Samantha Markle reveals internal family racism towards Doria and Meghan, and William's friends reopen a nightclub that Harry used to party at.

11/4/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/5/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/6/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/7/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/8/2017: Soho Farmhouse announces expansion plans. Meghan merches beauty products and calls Kate a fashion copycat.

11/9/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/10/2017: A television program searches for a Meghan Markle lookalike.

11/11/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/12/2017: Remembrance Sunday for the UK. The press points out that Harry is breaking military code by keeping his beard whilst wearing a military uniform. Doria sells her high school photos to the Daily Mail.

11/13/2017: Meghan papped filming wedding scenes for Suits.

11/14/2017: Meghan papped again on Suits sets. She fuels engagement rumors by hinting she plans to leave the show (but technically she already confirmed it last month).

11/15/2017: Affair rumors about Prince Philip resurface, ahead of The Crown Season 2 release. Promos reveal that the season will focus on tension in Philip and Elizabeth's marriage.

11/16/2017: Meghan lays groundwork for a PR narrative that the royal family is jealous of her popularity by reminding everyone that The Queen and Prince Philip were angry about Diana's popularity.

11/17/2017: Meghan's body-double/Suits stand-in reveals Meghan is moving to London soon. Meghan moves her dogs to the UK and merches her boots.

11/18/2017: Genealogists discover that Meghan's ancestor was beheaded by Henry VIII.

11/19/2017: Meghan owes her celebrity to her father's lottery win. Diana's former lover, Hasnat Khan, announces his engagement.

11/20/2017: The Queen and Prince Philip celebrate 70 years of marriage and Her Majesty appoints Philip Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order. The royals celebrate with a swanky party at Windsor Castle; Meghan is not invited (her absence is confirmed next month). Meanwhile:

Meghan is papped arriving at the UK airport.

Samantha Markle gives an interview declaring desire to be invited to the royal wedding.

Financial reports announce that the Royal Family has contributed 1.8 billion pounds to the UK economy.

A rumor begins that Prince George will make a special guest appearance on Fireman Sam.

11/21/2017: Meghan is papped in London doing her Christmas shopping. She leaks to US Weekly that she has officially moved out of her Toronto house, her furniture was put into storage, and her personal belongings have been shipped to the UK.

The Daily Mail fires a warning to Meghan about how the 'needy' King Edward trapped Wallis Simpson and made it so she couldn't leave him. The implication is that Harry is similarly needy and will trap Meghan in a similar unhappiness.

11/22/2017: Meghan merches her scarf.

11/23/2017: Meghan gets a facial and merches the spa, fueling engagement rumors.

11/24/2017: Revisiting Prince Philip's stag party. Kensington Palace announces William and Kate will attend the Royal Variety Performance. Meghan leaks to E News that she and Harry are "practically" engaged, fueling more engagement rumors.

11/25/2017: No new Meghan or Harkle stories.

11/26/2017: Meghan merches her facialist and her treatment. The Daily Mail scoops Buckingham Palace and reveals an announcement is coming. They also recap Harry and Meghan's relationship and reveal that both Doria and Meghan have received RPO security details.

11/27/2017: Kensington Palace announces the engagement of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle and:

The Telegraph republishes its "Meghan Markle: The Making of a Hollywood Princess" story.

Meghan merches her coat, shoes, health tips, beauty, skincare, and boots.

They hint at receiving Sussex titles.

Revisiting all of Harry's ex-girlfriends.

Meet Meghan's besties and potential bridesmaids.

The Markle family comments on the royal engagement.

Meghan and Harry will live in Nottingham Cottage.

How Meghan Markle went from seedy LA tenement to the Palace.

How Catholic Meghan Markle survived her parents' LA divorce.

Meghan's life in photos

Meet the Markles

Meghan and Crown Princess Mary (of Denmark) are style sisters.

Mishal Husain was hand-picked by Harry to conduct the engagement interview.

Speculation about the wedding dress begins, with Meghan teasing an Australian designer.

Meghan leaks to US Weekly that she and Harry spent the weekend away before announcing their engagement.

Meghan leaks about her preparation and support from Harry to become royal.

Diana and Meghan would have been best friends.

Meghan retires from acting.

How Meghan tamed Harry

Royal fashion showdown: Meghan, Diana, and Kate

11/28/2017: Engagement coverage continues.

Violet von Wesetenholz is the royal matchmaker.

Doria gives a statement on the engagement.

Meghan's sixth grade school photos are published.

Meghan's sexy online photos resurface.

Quid pro quo: How Meghan supports her friends

Meghan and Harry merch Luckington Manor as a prospective home.

No, it's not Violet. The royal matchmaker is Misha Nonoo.

Harry papped at the gym in Chelsea.

Meghan did the calligraphy for Robin Thicke and Paula Patton's wedding.

Actually, Markus Anderson is the royal matchmaker. (I believe this one; the source is US Weekly, which is a confirmed Meghan ally. The Violet and Misha stories are from the Daily Mail.)

Samantha Markle says Thomas wants to walk Meghan down the aisle.

Meghan leaks that she and Harry secretly visited The Queen after announcing engagement.

See? Meghan can do royal glam too -- 11 times she won the red carpet.

Meghan merches her fashion sense and style.

11/29/2017: Engagement coverage continues.

All about Meghan's genealogy (again)

Meghan reveals Bogart was too old to fly and was left behind in Canada. She also leaks that the BRF is forcing her to stop acting and that the BRF is also making her stop her private charity work.

Meghan the humanitarian

Ninaki Preddy sells pictures to the Daily Mail. The motherlode includes a photograph of Meghan posing outside Buckingham Palace.

Meghan expected to join the royal family at Sandringham for Christmas.

Meghan merches tongue massages.

Aaron Korsh, the creator of Suits, reveals that Meghan was written out of Suits in 2016.

Meghan leaks her expectations to be better than Princess Grace of Monaco.

Meghan merches her beauty routine again.

11/30/2017: New day, same story.

Meghan is on the cover of Elle France.

Meghan merches her nose.

Meghan's soap commercial resurfaces.

Meghan's sorority pictures are published.

Kensington Palace announces wedding will be in May.

Remember when Meghan was a fashion expert/consultant for the Today show?

Northwestern University remembers Meghan.

Meghan has royal ancestors.

How will Meghan become a British citizen?

#timeline #brf #sussexes #pr shenanigans

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Hey! Can i have vampire au with jimin please? No smut just fluffy :*

Hey ARMY, listen up! See this??? ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️

I made and edited this gif. In fact, I make and/or edit a lot of the gifs I use myself. You may have noticed that I use the tag #btsgif in some of my posts, even if they contain writing. That’s because I want ARMY to see all of my creations, including the gif I make as a header. Therefore, I think the tag is relevant.

In addition, not only do I want ARMY to see my gifs, I want to encourage ARMY to use them. Yep, that’s right! Feel free to steal this gif, I just ask you give me credit for the edit. After all, it’s not even my content I make/edit the gifs from, it’s obviously the property of BigHit and BTS.

However, in the future, I will be sure to be very specific in my posts, and post a disclaimer that I’m not just using the tag for clout, I’m using it so ARMY can find the gif I made and use it however they like. It’ll look something like this:

Disclaimer: This gif was made and/or edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just give me credit for the edit.

Hopefully this way, the 🚨tumblr police🚨 will leave my kute ass alone. Okies? Everyone happy? Good.

And with that out of the way, let’s continue on to this request. When it came in, it made me a tad apprehensive because it gave me a CHALLENGE, kutie anon. I mean, fluffy vampires? Fluffy JIMIN vampire? I’ve only written brooding, mysterious, playboy Jimin vamp in my book “Cursed,” so I had to take a couple days and really think about how I could make this work. I hope you like what came out of my brain. Much 💜 to you for challenging me in new ways, therefore improving my writing 😊

Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast belongs to Disney, just in case 😉

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swearz for dayz. A bit of angst. Vamp Jimin being extra. Soobin from TxT magically appears. A little bit o’ flirting.

Word Count: 2,845

Summary: You’re an artist trying to obtain a university degree. One day, you get the strangest phone call asking you for the strangest commission you’ve ever had: Come live with this rich recluse and paint his portrait all summer. What could go wrong?

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Summer Portraits (Jimin One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part One

You looked up at the large house, a feeling of intimidation creeping over you. It just looked dark, even in the bright sunlight, and most, if not all, of the windows were covered. What kind of person lived here of all places? In the middle of nowhere? Seems pretty sketch.

You’d gotten the call last week. “We’ll pay you a handsome commission,” the smooth voice said. “And we’ll cover the costs of travel.”

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “That sounds great, Mr. Choi, but… it’s still a strange request.”

The voice on the other end chuckled. “Yes, well… Mr. Park is the very definition of strange, Miss L/n.”

Mr. Choi was very clear in his proposal. You’d spend the three months of your summer with this man, living in his house, to paint a series of portraits for him. As many as you could get done in three months. You initially found the request absolutely ridiculous. Give up your entire summer? No way. You already had plans to see friends and family, and were keen to get away from the stresses that University brought. However, the request became more interesting as Mr. Choi described how you would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement and not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing. That piqued your interest. Who was it? A celebrity? A famous CEO? An idol?

Looking at the large, foreboding mansion, you couldn’t see any of those three living here. The place reeked of old money. This estate had probably been passed down through the generations, and now someone, likely a young heir, was keen to stretch the limits of what ridiculous things their money could buy.

Sighing, you stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. It clanged through the house loudly and you cringed, thinking maybe you should’ve knocked. A tall guy dressed in a suit and tie cracked it open. “L/n Y/n?” he asked.

“That’s me,” you said.

He stepped out onto the porch. “I’m Choi Soobin,” he said, bowing. “Please, come inside. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thanks.”

Soobin was much younger than you imagined. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. Yet he acted well beyond his years, more refined, more mature. It was disconcerting to say the least. Soobin picked up your bags and led the way up the curving staircase. You both went down a hall, then turned right, then down another hall before he stopped at the third door on his left. “Here we are,” he murmured, pushing it open.

Your mouth fell open. The room was large, spacious, gorgeous, and surprisingly modern. The walls were painted a soothing lavender, your favorite color, and the king-size bed was covered in a matching coverlet and pillows. There was even a couch and television, and a large bay window filled with pillows that looked out onto the grounds. A perfect reading nook. “This is your closet and bathroom,” Soobin said, opening a set of double doors. The closet was humongous and chic, with plenty room for your clothes and then some, and the bathroom looked more like a full-out spa. It was like something you’d only seen on TV.

Soobin strode over to the other side of your bedroom and opened another door. “This leads to your studio,” he said. Your mouth fell open once more as you walked through. The space was open and had so much light, you had to squint from the sudden brightness. There were shelves upon shelves of supplies, everything you’d ever need, stacks of blank canvases, and a large, wooden easel. It was like an artist’s wet dream.

“This is amazing,” you breathed.

Soobin grinned. “It is, isn’t it? Mr. Park wanted to make sure you’d have everything you need. If you run out of supplies, please let me know, I’ll order more. Feel free to make a mess. The floors are a cheap vinyl flooring only made to look like wood. We’ll rip it out and put carpet back in once you depart.”

You nodded, amazed at the way Soobin said that so casually. Not everyone could afford to re-carpet on a whim. Did your benefactor really have that much money? “Dinner’s at seven every evening,” Soobin continued. “Don’t be late, and dress in something other than jeans, please. For your other two meals, you may have them whenever you like, just give me ample time to prepare them. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, feel free to help yourself to a snack. You may go wherever you like in the house, except the west wing. Mr. Park lives on that side and spends most of his time there, and unless you are specifically invited, I’d prefer you not disturb him.”

“S-Sounds good,” you stuttered. Who was this guy anyways, the Beast?

“Now, Mr. Park is waiting for you in his study. You’ll probably paint a few of his portraits there, is that alright? Or do you need to work in your studio?”

“I can work anywhere,” you replied.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Soobin led the way through the various hallways until you stopped at a set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings in them. He knocked and pushed one open. “Jimin hyung?” he asked. “She’s here.”

A chair behind a desk turned to reveal the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Like Soobin, he was much younger than you’d imagined. His skin was pale, making his dark hair stand out in stark contrast. It was parted on the right, and his bangs hung over his left eye giving him a mischievously sultry look. He wore a bright jacket with a pattern of palm trees over a black dress shirt, dark ripped jeans, and black boots. His full, rosy lips were too perfect to be true, and his tawny eyes smoldered as they looked you over.

“Welcome!” he said brightly, holding out his hands and grinning. His eyes disappeared into cute crescent-moon slits. “I’m Park Jimin, but you can just call me Jimin. I’ve been waiting so long for this day, Y/n.”

Your mouth parted in surprise. Well, that’s not at all what you were expecting. And you were already on first-name basis…?

“Shall we get started?” he asked eagerly.

You closed your mouth and nodded. “Uh, sure. But I’ll need my supplies…?”

“Of course, of course. Come, I’ll sit in your studio for today.”

He wrapped your fingers in his and led you back down the hall to your studio, swinging your hands as you went. “What the hell?” you thought. To say Jimin was the opposite of what you were expecting was an understatement. The house screamed dark and brooding, as did his weird butler/servant person, and the mysterious circumstances under which you were brought. Yet Jimin was nothing but smiles and sunshine.

“Ah, here we are,” he said, pushing the door open to your studio. He got a stool from the corner and sat on it. You set everything up, placing a blank canvas on the easel and choosing a couple different colors of paint from the shelves. Soobin slipped through the door, hands behind his back, silently watching.

“How do you want me to pose?” Jimin asked, crossing his legs. “And smiling, not smiling?”

“Well, that depends on how you want the portrait to turn out,” you replied. “So just pose… however you want.”

“Better do not smiling,” he said. “For the first one at least. I want a range of my facial expressions, seeing as how I haven’t seen them for over thirty years now.”

“Sir,” Soobin said, a tone of warning in his voice.

Jimin waved him off. “Please, she’s signed a non-disclosure agreement. She’s fine.”

You were taken aback by the strange exchange, but shook your head, brushing it off. Whatever they were talking about didn’t concern you. You were here to do a job, get paid, and move back home without incident. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat as you took a drawing pencil and started sketching out what you wanted to paint. What you really desired was to capture the way his hair swept over his eyes, the mischievous look he wore, and those gorgeous lips turned up in a smirk.

“You can feel free to move a little if you’re uncomfortable,” you said to Jimin who sat as rigid as a statue.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I can sit still for quite a long time. Years, in fact. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Right, years,” you muttered as you continued sketching. This guy could really exaggerate.

You found you were enjoying yourself as you continued doing what you loved. This was why you became an art major. The bright, airy light, the way your pencil slid across the canvas, the only sound being that of your breathing as you inhaled and exhaled. It was perfect.

“So, how old are you?”

You blinked in surprise. “Twenty-three, almost twenty-four.”

“I expected as much. I look twenty-four, but I’m actually nearing my two-hundredth birthday.”

You scoffed a little at Jimin’s proclamation. “What, are you some kind of immortal?” you asked.

“Actually, yes,” he answered, actually serious.

You moved out from behind the canvas to give him an incredulous look. “Oh, I see. The scary mansion, the brooding butler… I get it.”

Jimin tossed a smile at you, biting his lip as he did so. “You do? Oh, I’m glad. I’m so tired of having to hide what I am.”

You snorted and kept sketching, trying to capture that irksome smirk he was giving you. “Whatever, dude. If you wanna pretend you’re immortal or some sort of metaphor, I say go for it. I’m just here to paint and get paid.”

Jimin tilted his head. “It’s not a metaphor,” he said, a trace of hurt in his voice.

“Sure it’s not,” you muttered. You were beginning to see why your commission was so high. You were sketching Jimin’s torso now, trying to capture the lines of his toned waist and the palm trees embedded on his jacket. He certainly chose an interesting outfit for his first portrait sitting.

“I’ve seen your work online,” Jimin said, still trying to make small talk. You rolled your eyes. You kind of wished he wouldn’t. Part of the magic of painting was the silence it brought. The most sound you allowed while you worked was a bit of soft music in the background.

He continued even though you didn’t answer. “It’s very good. That’s why I chose you, you know.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” you said. “It’s hard trying to be an artist and make a living, unfortunately.”

“I understand that. I knew Da Vinci back in the day, and he always said-”

“Done,” you said loudly, interrupting him. You could flesh out the colors with paint later. Right now, all you wanted to do was get away from this insanity.

“Already?” Jimin said, pouting.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not all finished of course. I can do the rest later. I just need to take a photo real quick.”

Jimin chuckled. “You can try.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone and aimed your camera at him still posing on the stool. “Alright, I’ll get-”

You stopped short as your finger hovered over the screen. There was the stool placed in front of the window, but Jimin was missing from it. “The hell…?” you muttered. You closed your camera app and reopened it.

Once again, there was the window, the stool, the floor, everything in the background that was supposed to be there… but no Jimin. “You see, Y/n,” Jimin said, standing up and walking slowly towards you. “That’s precisely why I brought you here. As a vampire, I don’t show up in photos, or even in mirrors. I haven’t seen what my face looks like in nearly thirty years. That was the last time I had my portrait done.”

You backed away from him until your back hit some shelves behind you. Jimin reached out and tenderly wrapped a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his eyes hooded and dark.

You, however, were fucking terrified. In all your years of artwork, you’ve obviously never, ever encountered someone, no, something, like Park Jimin. “Wh-What the fuck are you?” you stuttered.

Jimin sighed, grasping the shelf behind you. “I told you, Y/n, I’m a vampire.”

“N-No, that’s not possible, they don’t exis-”

“Exist? Am I not proof to the contrary?”

“Please,” you whispered, a tear leaking out of the corner of your eye.

“Shhhhh,” Jimin said. He stroked your cheek, wiping the tear away, and you shut your eyes, tensing up at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not why you’re here.”

“And will I be allowed to leave when I’m done?”

Jimin frowned. “Of course. Y/n, I think you misunderstand my intentions. I don’t want to drink your blood or keep you prisoner or anything. Besides, even if you did go home and tell people, who would believe you?”

You considered his words. What he said was true. Even your closest friends and family members would think you were crazy. That thought, however, didn’t help you feel any less frightened.

What did ease your feelings was the tender gaze Jimin was giving you. He didn’t look like he intended to hurt you, although his close proximity was making you uncomfortable. You stepped out of his grasp and held up your hands. “I just… I need a moment,” you said.

“Of course.”

Soobin bowed as you exited the room and ran down the hall, holding a hand over your mouth to keep the screams from coming out. Was it possible? Was every nightmare you had, every scary story, real? You stopped once you reached the top of the stairs, bending over and panting.

You sat on the stairs and curled your knees up to your chest. What the hell were you thinking? You should just run out the door and never look back. Still, something was stopping you. Maybe it was sheer curiosity, or maybe it was how you couldn’t get the way he looked at you out of your brain. Either way, it couldn’t lead to anything but disaster.

“If you want to leave, you may,” a voice said. You looked up to see Jimin walking towards you.

“I’ll think about it,” you muttered, turning away from him.

“Please don’t hate me,” he begged, reaching out. You shied away from him, and he withdrew his hand, closing it into a fist. “Once people find out what I am, they just stereotype and assume. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for someone to accept me.”

You let out a shaky breath and finally looked at him, into those smoldering tawny eyes. “I’ll stay and paint your portraits… but on my terms. Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, and I need some guarantee of protection.”

Jimin thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his chin, before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small velvet bag that clinked as he brought it out. “Here.” He grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was upright. He dumped what was in the bag in your hand.

You stared incredulously at the coins in your hand. “The hell is this?”

“Protection,” Jimin replied seriously, his eyes wide as they looked at you. “Silver. It burns me.”

Your mouth dropped open before you laughed out loud, completely overwhelmed by the entirety of the situation. The corners of Jimin’s mouth went up, but he looked mostly confused as he watched you laugh, arms folded over your stomach. You laughed until you cried, wiping your tears away and sniffing once your giggles had subsided.

“Are you done?” he asked pointedly.

“Yes,” you muttered, realizing how unhinged you looked. “Thank you for the coins.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and slung an arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. You’ve got a painting to finish.”

Somehow, you found yourself not minding his touch very much, if at all. He didn’t seem so scary, even if he was a monster straight out of the movies. “Is Soobin a vampire too?” you asked suddenly as you walked back to your studio.

Jimin hummed in response, nodding. “I’ll need more coins then,” you joked.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s on the bag diet, just like me.”

“Bag diet?”

“Yeah, you know, blood bags? We steal them from hospitals and such.”

You furrowed your brow. “That’s not cool, Jimin.”

He sighed. “I know… but it’s better than the alternative, right?”

You had to agree with that. Both of you reached your studio, and Jimin sat back on the stool as you started to paint. Soobin brought you a sandwich as the afternoon turned into evening and you started to lose light. For obvious reasons, neither he nor Jimin ate.

It was disconcerting, for sure, being stuck in a large mansion with two vampires, but one thing was for certain: this summer would be the most interesting one you’d ever have.

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As I said above, I hope you like this, kutie anon! Also, yes, I made a Part Two in which Y/n reflects back on the summer she had with Jimin and there is def more fluffy romance in that. Much 💜, as Taehyung would say, I purple you!

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years

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Imagine:

HC: it’s The readers first time in Wakanda & she enjoys her time there.. that is until she realizes she has a date with the both of them.

You couldn’t believe it.

You and a group of friends win a trip to Wakanda to meet the King himself.

It was shocking for you, a girl from Atlanta who worked as a Starbucks Barista. Your dreams of living the lavish life were finally beginning to kick off. It’s not that you were a gold digger or a money-grubbing bitch, you just felt you deserved to be treated like a princess, and here you were visiting a KING. The trip was set to begin seven days from the day you found out so that meant only one thing: Pampering time!

You and your best friends, since you were an only child, book appointments for facials and waxes, hair, and nails, spent a little more than what you would have usually liked on an entire wardrobe for your African Getaway, and let’s not forget your camera.

A private jet flew all the ladies to Wakanda. The sight before them was just as they would imagine it to be: Colorful, full of culture, breath-taking, prideful, and strong. Adding the icing on the cake, all of you had a personal Villa that overlooked Wakanda, surrounded by the tropics, a beach down below, and the perfect sight of sunsets and sunrises. The first night was a night to settle in so You and your girls drank Wakandan rum and danced while playing on a set of drums. This was what you needed.

If only you knew why you were really there.

Supposedly, King T’Challa and Prince Erik were looking for a woman to make their queen/princess and you fit the criteria. T’challa and Nakia didn’t work out like he’d hoped the second time around and he tried dating other women of Wakanda but clearly, that wasn’t the route to go. Erik, on the other hand, was dating a Wakandan woman but that soon ended when her boyfriend, a Wakandan war dog, came home from his mission. You were set to meet them both tomorrow afternoon with the option to bring your friends. Your nerves were a wreck, stomach-turning, a kool-aid smile on your face.

This was it.

Your dreams were coming true.

Of course, you had to pull out the beautiful tribal printed dress, skin glowing, hair done, smelling delicious.

That afternoon a private car picked up you and your friends, bringing you to the Wakandan palace with a royal purple carpet covered in tropical flowers leading your way into the royal home. The Wakandan people waved and congratulated you all, passing you a gift basket and a bouquet of flowers.

As you ascended those stairs, straight ahead draped in royal Wakanda Dashikis, Dora Milaje flanking each side, was King T’Challa and Prince N’jadaka. T’challa had a pleasurable smile on his face while Erik held a mischevious grin, his eyes sweeping your frame. That familiar feeling returned in your belly and the sounds of your friends squealing around you didn’t help situations. You were freaking out on the inside and you hoped that you didn’t look the same on the outside. Finally, face to face with the King and Prince, you begin to bow since you didn’t understand how else to approach royalty. T’Challa stops you before you could even do it, stepping forward with his arms wide.

T’challa: We give hugs to welcome our guests here in Wakanda, Miss Y/N.

You blush, giggling with embarrassment before opening your arms to hug the King himself. He smelled so...good. Lord, you didn’t want him to pull away. his skin smelled like shea butter and jojoba oil. You were speechless and a little empty when he pulled away from you. Once T’challa returned to his spot, N’Jadaka approached with a swagger you didn’t see in just any man. T’Challa and he were opposites in the way they went about greeting Y/N. Erik pulls her in firmly, his hands on her back rubbing from her shoulders, down the natural curvature of her spine, and just above her ass, resting gently but firmly at her hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles against her hips because he could feel her heart practically beating out of her chest.

N’Jadaka: Relax, Miss Y/N, you’re in good hands, right?

He gave her a teasing smile before stepping away, her hands in his. He let them go slowly, never breaking eye contact. This did something to Y/N deeply. The smell of his skin, something that reminded her of brown sugar, the fire in his eyes.

T’Challa cut a brief evil eye at Erik while Y/N was having her moment of recovery before speaking again.

T’Challa: Miss Y/N, let’s get out of this heat and into the palace. N’Jadaka and I have something to discuss with you.

This made Y/N nervous.

Y/N: Okay, lead the way.

She thought the outside of Wakanda was the only beautiful thing that would take her breath away. The palace damn near knocked her onto her back. Gold, marble, royal throne, palace maids, panthers and jaguars as pets, expensive fabrics.

Y/N: This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen!!!!!

A hand to her chest in shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. T’Challa and N’Jadaka couldn’t keep their eyes off of her.

N’Jadaka: Yeah, I like her. You sure you can handle all of that, T?

T’CHalla: You must not remember who you are referring to, N’Jadaka.

N’Jadaka: *smiles* We’ll see. She gotta go on a date with both of us first.

A beautiful lounge area in the pool house was where T’Challa and Erik took you. It looked like something a goddess carved with her bare hands. The moment she sat down, Wakandan maids approached with drinks, and finger foods. Your friends received a personal tour while you personally had a chat with the King and Prince. You didn’t think to question it either, your mind still trying to wrap around the fact that you were seated in front of them both.

Y/N: Please, stop staring at me like that, *smiles wide* I am not myself right now this is too much to handle in one day!

T’Challa: *laughs* We are very sorry for overwhelming you, would you like some calming tea instead? *Smirks* We have the best herbs.

N’Jadaka: Nah, she just needs a little drink *pours a glass of rum* you don’t mind day drinking, do you?

Y/N: *timidly takes glass* No, in fact, this rum is my new favorite drink, but! I can also try the tea as well I’m not a picky girl.

T’Challa ushers for one of the maids to bring you a glass of hibiscus and passion fruit tea.

You cross your legs, the wrinkles in the dress became more interesting to avoid the piercing stare from both sexy men. Biting your lip, you look up to see them both still watching you before turning your brown eyes away to admire the pool house and spa.

Y/N: Do you guys even use this place?

Erik: You wanna swim? *Starts to unbutton dashiki*

He didn’t even wait for your response. You were startled and blushing profusely.

T’Challa: *rolls eyes with an annoyed sigh* Not now, N’Jadaka. We have to talk to Y/N about why she is really here with us.

You pause, almost spilling your drink. Usually, you would answer a million questions but you were too in shock. N’Jadaka leaves his shirt open, leaning back in his chair with his legs wide and eyes low on you. T’Challa leans forward on his elbows, looking up through his long lashes. You clear your throat so you wouldn’t sound choked up before you speak.

Y/N: Wha-What is this-this about?

N’Jadaka: What do you think about a date with me?

Your mouth fell open. A date? with the Prince? was this a fucking joke? clearly Y/N thought it was because she began to laugh.

T’Challa: NOT just him...me as well.

You laughed harder.

Y/N: A DATE?!! WITH BOTH OF YOU?!

No. Hell NO. Not you, not you over some Wakandan woman. Why you? it just didn’t make any sense. Your laugh grew fainter and fainter as you watched the serious expressions on both of their faces. This was really happening. You stop, the expression on your face turning from humor to panic in a blink of an eye.

Y/N: You serious?

T’Challa and N’Jadaka: Yes.

N’Jadaka: You could always choose me though I’d be cool with that shit *smirks flirtatiously*

T’CHalla: But then that wouldn’t be fair, would it? this beautiful woman shouldn’t feel pressured. Clearly, I wouldn’t pressure her.

Y/N: Wait... *shakes head* both of you want me?

T’Challa:...Yes.

N’Jadaka: I want you.

Y/N: Why me though?

N’Jadaka: Chosen at random through our technology but DAMN, the best decision I ever made. Just so happens T’Challa made the same decision.

T’Challa: That proves that we both are attracted to you. You shouldn’t feel shocked, you are a very beautiful woman.

N’Jadaka: Sexy, thick...

T’Challa: The POINT is, we would like to take you out on a date, separately.

You blinked at them both before grabbing the bottle of rum, pouring yourself a hefty glass. This vacation did not turn out as planned. You didn’t need this. Yeah, it was the King and Prince lusting after you but at the same time, you were indecisive, easily overwhelmed, and shocked. You needed a minute, maybe a day or two.

How are you supposed to decide?

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Hi! I really love your writing! Can you write a fic where MC has been nothing but supportive of Jumin while he was dealing with the consequences of V and Rika actions, but one day Jumin finds her crying in the arms of a character of your choice. She was crying because she is mad at V and Rika for treating him like that, causing him so much pain but she feels she can't show her pain to him and complicate things more for him (is basically how I feel lol) make it pretty please? Thanks!!

*Follow the event of the Secret ending, with the change of MC ending up with Jumin rather than Seven.

Hidden grief

(Jumin x MC) [slight angst]

The days, though to the outside world were nothing out of the usual, only seemed to be rolling over slower and slower with each passing day. The events had rattled the whole group without a doubt: Yoosung was absolutely distraught about everything he had come to know, Seven couldn’t even find the words to describe how betrayed he felt, Jaehee was struggling to keep things in line as she felt she had to, Zen didn’t know how to react, and Jumin… Jumin tried so very hard to ignore the situation and get on with life as normal. That was the default answer to every problem at its core. Continue as normal and there’d be minor consequences to the actions which had been unforeseen; his work wouldn’t suffer and neither would he. Yet, MC knew otherwise.

They hadn’t been together long but he had felt more comfortable in her presence than he had in anyone else’s. He hadn’t been afraid to express himself and his feeling around her; she was his haven, his sanctuary, and the light he so dearly loved. But Jumin was mourning- grieving the death of the closest friend he had and questioning the friendship he so dearly relied on in his youth and up until now. He may have appeared as level headed and stoic to everyone else but MC could see so clearly past that, he was aching and hurting but was so adamant it was the opposite.

His mind, bless him, was a mess. The threads within his head tangled relentlessly, forming kinks and knots to a scale he’d never experience before. MC could clear his head within an instant but this was just too big to simply be tackled by her angelic words or actions. Still, he had to keep that demeanour she knew in tact the best he could; his threads and issues would no longer just effect him, he had his love at his side, and his fiancée mattered to him more than anything else. The memories of his, now seemingly irrelevant, youth played repetitively in his mind with every passing second, but life had to continue and he had to keep things as normal a physically possible- for the business, himself, and MC.

“Jumin, darling… Are you coming to bed?” His fiancée’s voice filled the small space of his home office from where she stood in the doorway. Her voice was quiet, caring, and as gentle as ever and she clutched as the fabric of her nightgown over her chest.

Jumin tapped his pen on his desk, his eyes now struggling to stay focused on the sheets of paperwork before him. “I have an important meeting tomorrow.”

Quiet as a mouse, MC’s footsteps were barely audible as she stepped closer to his desk. “It’s so late, Jumin…” her voice was calming as her hands moved to hold herself reassuringly.

“I know,” he looked to her figure, she was barely shaking- cold- and tired, he pitied her for the situation he had inevitably put her in, “I just need to get this finished.”

“You’re overworking yourself… You need time to rest after what’s happened.” Jumin’s eyes subtly met her’s; they were so full of pain and anger but he wouldn’t say as much.

He was quick to ignore her comments: “Go to bed, MC. It’s not good for your health to stay awake until these hours.”

“And your health?” She questioned, her tone more adamant now. “I need you to be okay as well. Please, just come to bed.” Her pleas were heartfelt and genuine as the fabric in her knuckles creased into a mess of wrinkles.

He swallowed thickly, “I need to get this done.”

“Fine.” MC sighed heavily as she released the material she had been holding captive in her frail hands. “Well, I’m going back to bed,” she turned reluctantly to leave the room, here eyes pinned on the oak flooring.

Jumin watched her, full of so much regret when he realised that she had only wanted what was truly best for him in the situation. “MC,” he called for her weakly as she crossed the fresh hold of the doorway. She hummed in response, back still facing him. “…I love you…”

MC’s eyes scrunched together at his words; he hadn’t said that in a couple weeks and she had to stop her tears from spilling. Nodding to herself, she took a deep breath: “I know…”

Defeated, MC made the silent walk of shame back to their bedroom to fall asleep alone in that king sized bed once again. Then again, that had just become the routine, hadn’t it? She’d beg him each night to rest, to just lay down with her and let his mind be at ease for the first time in a long time, but he’d become distant. Distant to her at least. His job was at the forefront of everything and she knew he meant no harm by putting space between them while he healed the best he could, but it was painful nonetheless. She didn’t cry that night, she hadn’t been reduced to tears from the emotional strain everything was causing, yet it was an extremely restless night.

Maybe it had been another week- MC had completely lost track of the days between keeping herself in check and trying to be the emotional support her fiance needed. It was draining to try and get through to him: so many nights were spent telling him to just rest and forget the job for one second, mornings were spent telling him he couldn’t possibly go into work when he hadn’t slept more than an hour at a time, visits to the office were fruitless, and then there were the joyous nights where he’d breakdown completely.

It would only ever be when he thought she was asleep; he’d let all those pent up feelings go and just cry for hours on end, occasionally he’d even vent his feelings out loud- his words venomous and disgusting, so unlike Jumin. Sometimes she’d let him cry, just give him time to be by himself, but most of the time she’d creep out of the bedroom and just sit beside him. MC told him everything was okay and that it was okay to feel that way, her words often fell upon deaf ears but she was there for him. She was there every second of every day to pick up the pieces V and his psychotic fiancée had so abruptly dropped.

MC had tried in the beginning to keep a level head and ignore her feeling in the situation, of course they were inferior to how her husband was feeling. However, after all the time she spent watching the effects of their actions play out she’d only grown to feel complete and utter anger towards what they had let happen. It vexed her beyond belief but as long as they once were one of the most important aspects in Jumin’s life she couldn’t dare tell him how she felt about everything.

After multiple hints of her agitation and how exhausted she was, Zen insisted they spend the day doing something fun while Jumin was at work to take her mind off of things. MC didn’t agree at first but it didn’t take much convincing to get her to leave the penthouse. It was, without a doubt, one of the most relaxing days she’d had in a long time. They had brunch together, went to a spa, got facials, you name it and Zen had suggested it. He knew just how to clear her mind of all those intrusive thoughts and was glad to listen when she just wanted to talk.

The ‘talking’, as such, came in the evening after she’d offered for him to stay and eat dinner with her after getting the expected news that Jumin would be working late. They’d both had minor amounts of alcohol when he asked the simple question of ‘Are you dealing with everything okay?’ MC hesitated at his words for a moment before she nodded uneasily: “I’m fine…” she took a deep breath as she looked to the glass beside her, “Jumin is more hurt than he’s letting on though.”

“I assumed as much.” The woman was shocked to hear such a response: Zen wasn’t too fond of her fiancé and everyone was well aware. He continued: “I mean, there’s no way anyone can continue as normal in that situation.”

MC sighed heavily, “I think… I think he’s trying to stay strong for everyone else… But I don’t want him to be strong for me.”

“He’s protecting you.”

Reclining, she choked on her words: “I know, but I don’t want him to protect me. He needs- He needs to look after himself.” Zen watched her silently with concern spread across his face as she watched tears threaten to leave her eyes. “He’s still grieving. Alone and upset in his own secluded head space where I can’t help him… And I fucking hate them for doing that to him!” Those final words came off of her tongue with an amount of spite and hatred she had not even expected to come out of her, all the while tears were now streaming freely down her flushed cheeks.

“Don’t cry…” he barely spoke above a whisper as he crossed the space to sit beside her, wrapping a gentle arm around her shoulders and caressing her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I just- I don’t want him to have to feel that way.”

Zen hushed her: “You don’t need to apologise, MC. You’re hurting as much as anyone else and of course it’s hard to see him suffering in silence.”

She nodded trying to calm herself and stop the out pour of sudden emotion, wiping the back of her hand across her face. Zen just let her breathe, rubbing her back in assurance to show he was just there for her.

Like clockwork, the sound of the door opening was heard throughout the penthouse, followed by an agitated exhale of none other than her fiancé. MC gasped, making a quick attempt to hide the fact she’d been crying. However, Zen didn’t hesitate to stop her, grabbing her hand and giving her a look which told her everything would be okay.

Jumin’s voice erupted, as deadpanned as it had been for quite some time, “MC, I’m sorry I missed—” He stopped in his paces when he saw her crying in the other man’s arms. “MC… What… What’s wrong?” He took a few steps closer, hesitant and cautious like some worried animal.

“I’ll leave you two,” Zen stood from the chair, rubbing a circle on her back once more. “I’ll see myself out. MC, if you need anything just call me, okay?” MC nodded to him, her breath still held captive in the back of her throat.

Jumin almost didn’t acknowledge the other man as he passed him, his eyes too focused on his love crying before him. A pang of guilt hit him as he saw her weep; he felt it to be one of the only true emotions he’d felt in awhile. “God… I’m so sorry, MC. I hadn’t even stopped to think of what I was doing to you,” Jumin was down on his knees before her before she would interrupt him.

“You- you didn’t cause this, Jumin,” she croaked through broken sobs. He looked up at her in confusion, his eyes full of more colour than those dull ones she’d been looking into desperately for weeks. “I’m just upset about all you’ve been put through.”

“…What?”

“Jumin, they’ve caused you so much pain.” MC explained bluntly, her hands clutched in her lap. “I know you want to be strong but I know how much you’re really hurting.”

He paused, his mind filtering through both the good and bad memories of his ‘closest’ friends. “No… No. They meant me no harm.”

“I know,” she cooed, her hand cupping his cheek and she watched his face grimace and grow with confusion. “They probably didn’t… But you are hurting, Jumin, and that’s okay. This isn’t a normal situation and you need to express how you really feel or things aren’t going to get better.”

“But I’m fine,” he pleaded.

“I haven’t seen you smile in so long,” she sniffled and smiled pitifully. “We both know that’s not true.” He fell completely silent, his eyes focused on something she could not see. “…It’ll get better… You’ll heal and we can deal with this together, okay?” MC smiled again, rubbing a finger over his cheek, growing slowly wetter as he let himself breathe a sigh of relief.

His eyes met her’s, looking truly into those eye’s he’d fell so deeply in love with, “…I love you…”

“I love you too.”

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umccall71 · 5 years

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Chapter 14

Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: king Liam x Lady Sexy

Rating:Mature

Word Count:2700

Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Summary: Liam x (mc)Sexy knew they were destined for a lifetime together, but his world had other plans. The couple share a fateful night that would forever alter their future. Does fate stand strong together or banish his love to the shadows?

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King Liam stood in his quarters the morning after spending the night alone drinking a cup of black coffee. He and Sexy agreed that she would stay in Valtoria for the night. They were living as husband and wife, but something about the traditional not seeing the bride before the wedding Sexy was holding onto tightly.Liam held his phone up smirking as he tapped out a text,

“Are you ready to officially become my queen my love? This is the day that I show the world that are my everything. The thought of watching you walk down the aisle to me is all I can think of Sexy.I want the world to celebrate the best thing that’s ever happened to me this far. Just know when I slip the wedding band on your finger in front of all of Cordonia… it will not be coming off love.I have prepared for you to be pampered and well fed love… we can’t have anyone starving during this long day.. you know who is taking a front row seat to our wedding.. the sequel. I have a surprise right outside your door that should be delivered right … about … now.”

Sexy’s phone pinged and lit up with the notification from Liam, she could not hide her smile. Just as she opened the message and read it over , there was a knock at her door.

She grabbed her dressing gown to conceal her baby bump….” One minute”, she bounced to the door with glee.

She was met with a 3 foot tall lavish arrangement of sterling roses, white roses, peach roses, white lilies, hydrangeas, and orchids. “ Liam got all all of my favorites.. that man”, she giggled as the staff member bought the delivery inside and set it on her night table. “Thank you.” Before she could show the staff to the door, there was a cart of breakfast favorites being pulled into her master suite. Sterling silver dome after dome was removed displaying the finest cuisine that the royal chefs could whip up for the queen.Sexy’s eyes watched as Belgian waffles, French toast, eggs Benedict, bacon and mash potatoes, shrimp and grits, fresh berries and whipped cream, tea, fruit infused water, milk, orange and apple juice were all all set up on the balcony for her to enjoy with the scenic ambience. The backdrop of the waterfall dumping thousands of gallons of water into the gorge running down to the stream. Sexy loved the mystical sight of the view that she called home.. her second home. Sexy knew that her home was wherever Liam was. He had told her a regent makes home all over the world. Never allowed to spend every night in their own bed.

“How did I get so lucky to find such a thoughtful man, and he happens to be your daddy too? Never in a million years would I have thought this could be my life, my future with the man I love. She crossed her legs on the massive couch that wrapped around balcony edge. She plucked bacon and French toast from the plates , savoring it as if it were the best meal of her existence. She held up her phone and snapped a selfie, “thank you my love… you spoil me. But I can get used to you pampering me. The breakfast and the flowers were so thoughtful. I think I need to marry you… right, I am marrying you today… and I would do it everyday for the rest of our lives Liam. My answer will be the same … yes… a thousand times yes.”

Sexy set there eating and breathing in the fresh air and taking in the sounds of nature.She was pulled from her reverence. “Maxwell Beaumont reporting for duty!” The infectious laughter and spirit of Maxwell, what a way to start her wedding day.

“ So I hope you enjoyed breakfast.. did you eat enough?`` he whispered gesturing to her belly. “ I am to make sure that your fed and rested before the wedding… or the king might have me tried for treason.”

“Never Max.. I would remind him if it weren’t for you, he would be at the mercy of Madeleine.`` she giggled.

“We are heading for the spa for massages, mani pedis and all the trimmings. We can get facials, not that you need it… Liam wouldn’t change a thing about your face. Any way.. time to get going … we have a schedule to keep.”The pair disappeared inside and Sexy slipped into a relaxed fit dress since they were not leaving Valtoria for hours. Liam has arranged for everyone to cater to his queen. Hair, makeup, masseuse and entourage.The day was off to a great start.

Liam finished his breakfast at the palace and decided to go for a ride on horseback. He galloped across the grounds of the palace enjoying feeling the cool wind whipping past his face. His mind filled with images of the moments he spent with Sexy. He remembered walking into her bar and locking eyes for the first time, their first kiss at the Statue of Liberty, the first time he saw her in Cordonia on the ballroom floor,taking her to forgotten falls nearly telling her he was falling in love with her,the night at lythikos in the hot tub, the first date at the Beaumont estate, the night of the coronation and the first time they made love resulting in the conception of the little angel… all of his dreams epitomized in Sexy. She was his wife, and he saw the realization that today she would become his queen.

Liam found himself smiling and feeling an abundance of love overflowing within anticipating officially making Sexy his queen.He trotted the horse back to the stables where he was met by Drake and a bottle of whiskey. Liam and Drake sat down on a couple of bundles of hay sharing a pre wedding drink. “So you finally are sharing your marriage to Sterling with the world huh Li?”he laughed as he patted Liam on the shoulder. “ You finally get your happy ending including your new baby on the way. I know how long you two have fought and waited to be together in the open. After today… you can sit back and make babies and wait on the birth of this little baby girl or boy… you both deserve this moment Liam. I sat by and saw the love, the laughs, the torment, the heartbreak and eventually the reunion of you two.” Drake got choked up momentarily thinking about how they got here.

They guys raised a glass, “ to the Rhys clan… may it grow large and happy.” They burst into laughter. “Thanks man.. we’d better head up to start getting ready. My bride will have my head if I’m a minute late. But I will gladly suffer her wrath for a lifetime in her arms.” Liam and Drake strolled back to the palace and let up with Bertrand in the boutique to pick up his royal regalia. There he stood dressed in all white with touches of gold on his strong shoulders and royal blue swatches of silk draped to his medals. Liam’s blue eyes were gleaming … he was ready for this day and all it entailed.

Across town standing in all it's glory… the cathedral draped in a rich history of kings and queens marrying and starting dynasties. The building was bursting with wedding organizers, florists, finishing details meticulously finishing the building to have just the perfect balance of regal and romantic. Inconspicuously in the back corner a dark figure stood discreetly typing a message…

“ Everything is in place… this will be day they won’t forget. This will be an … explosive finish.”

The response went off on the phone within the palace walls answered by a well manicured hand sporting fire engine red nail polish. She smirked and nodded to herself before showing the message to a larger than life man standing before her frame. “Good … it’s time to put that mutt out of her misery,'' he scowled before exiting the room back to the hub of activity flurrying around the palace.

Back at Valtoria, Sexy and Maxwell surveyed the finishing touches of her hair and makeup. Maxwell was like a proud papa as he eyed Sexy waiting for the final moment.. to slip into her wedding gown. Sexy adored the flawless Illusion silhouette sleeveless,backless,prince style wedding gown made of thousands of handmade flowers, crystal beading covering exquisite tulle that flared and followed in an ornate flower covered royal train.The gown, once Sexy slid carefully into it ,gave the illusion that her body was covered in silken flowers. This was a welcome distraction from growing baby bump. Ladies in waiting attended to every detail to accentuate the true beauty of their queen. Sexy fought against the tears that were threatening to spill over, she breathed in deeply, “Oh Maxwell… how do I look?”,she got choked up with overwhelming emotion.

“Sexy… you are exquisite. Liam’s jaw will drop to the floor when he sees you walking toward him in this vision of elegance”,he laughed with delight.

The grown was smoothed out before Sexy’s head was adorned with an elegant veiled that was meticulously attached to crown that was on loan from Regina. Both the dress and veil were ivory in color with touches of gold placed in all the right places. Sexy beamed as she looked from the floor length mirror to Maxwell, “this is really happening … I'm about to marry the man of dreams in front of the country. This day is the pinnacle of everything that we've fought for, and I almost gave him up, gave up on us, `` she reflected.

“Enough about that Sexy… that’s in the past. Focus on the bright future you two have in front of you.”he smiles. Maxwell whispers, “I mean you three”, he gestured toward her belly discreetly.They came together for a brief moment in a loving hug. “Your chariot awaits my lady.. Not to mention your king…lets go”, they smiled in appreciation of this moment alone before the day kicks into full gear.

Maxwell, along with security ushed Sexy into the waiting carriage. The horse drawn carriage was led by none other than her beauty Royalty.”Hey girl… I could not ask for a better escort to my love.” she chuckled as Maxwell helped her into the carriage. The horse drawn carriage flanked by security led procession to the cathedral made its way down the road.

After traveling an approved route to the cathedral swarming with fellow Cordonians hoping for a glimpse of the queen to be.Sexy smiled and waved as she soaked in the experience leading up to walking down the aisle.

Liam had arrived at the church a short time ago to thunderous cheers and applause from his people. He, Drake,and Bastien made their way to a suite off the main sanctuary. Drake could not help but notice liam pacing nervously. He knew his best friend was ready to make Sexy his queen in the eyes of his people. “Li… your going to wear a hole in the floor… relax, Sexy should be on the way.”, he shook his head as he smirked at his friend knowing he was growing anxious. Suddenly a sun beam broke through the stain glass window landing on Liam’s golden skin,and danced across his piercing blue eyes. “Your right… today I marry the love of my life in front of the world… and I couldn’t be any happier. This feels surreal Drake”,he patted Drake on the shoulder thankful for the distraction. They listened as the herald announced each noble guest leading up to the festivities. He heard the names of KIng Father Constantine and Queen Mother Regina announced. “It won't be long now… We should be..”he trailed off as his thought was interrupted by and explosion of cheers, and laughter, and applause, the door opened ,”that has got to be the arrival of your beautiful bride to be”, Leo flashed his crooked grin as he entered the room for final words of encouragement and the word that he should be getting into place. “Well little brother, are you ready to say goodbye to life as a single man?”, he laughed. Liam quickly corrected , “ I have felt connected to this woman since the day we met. There is nothing that I regret asking of Sexy to share my life and be my wife.”

The men left out single file into the Sanctuary, Leo took his place at the front center as the officiant of the royal family. Liam opted not to have Constantine stand up and marry he and Sexy. In light of the great lengths he went through to set her up and root her out of Cordonia. LIam and Drake took their places at the front , staring vigilantly at the massive doors. His mind flashed back to the night he laid eyes on Sexy for the first time. Liam knew that night that his heart no longer belonged to him. He was a man in love, wishing he could spend every moment with her. But he dreaded heading back home and marrying a woman that was nowhere near his Sexy.

He was jolted back to reality by the sound of the trumpets announcing the arrival. The room went silent as the doors opened wide. Maxwell was right.. Liam’s mouth fell open, jaw on the floor as he watched Sexy stand before him in all of her exquisite glory and beauty. Sexy’s french manicured hand held a bouquet of ivory roses,lilies, and orchids. Sexy locked eyes with Liam ,basking in the look of love awaiting her.She felt her eyes well up with tears of joy.A soft melodic sound of a cello wafted through the acoustic room filling the ceremony with beautiful music. Maxwell made his way up the aisle shooting Liam a grin and a thumbs up as he too took his place a Sexy’s man of honor. Now it was Sexy’s time to shine and enjoy striding to the man she loves awaiting her to reach him. She slowly took a step forward, then another, then another smiling from ear to ear when suddenly a thunderous explosion went off right behind her.

“SEXY… sexy no !”, Liam screamed at the top of his lungs as he raced down the aisle to get to his love...his heart… his home. The only sound Liam could hear his own heart beating in his ears. He couldn't let out any air until he knew she was safe.Bastien and the security team rushed into position, radioing ahead for emergency services.There was a creaking sound right before a large chunk of ceiling made it way to the floor. Liam looked up and tried to react quickly grabbing Sexy, but there was a crash to the floor. “Liam … Nooooooooooo!” The monstrous scream escaped the lips of none other than King Father Constantine fighting to push Liam out of the way.

In all the chaos now ensuing this blessed building and event, the lurking sinister figure smirked before snapping a picture of the results of evil. He typed out a message,

“This is how you exterminate a mutt.”

The message pinged inside the walls of the palace. The same set of manicured hands clicked to open the message, she smirked an evil grin flashed across her face . She let out the loudest cackling laugh that traveled down the halls. This demon was proud of her handy work… she only wondered what would be the body count.

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secretlessvicki · 5 years

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Charades and Masquerades

He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?

What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?

Chapter 2 Part I

Petty Officer 2nd Class Reylin Morgan spent three days talking and video calling with the Jones brothers over in Ireland discussing what the plan would be when the three of them met in the Big Easy. She never understood why on Earth anyone would call a city known for its ghost stories, magic, and drinking, Easy. City of Transgression was a far more suitable.

Plans were set for Officer Morgan to arrive first at the Royal Sonesta New Orleans making use of her piling vacation time. She lived just under an hour away in a small cottage along the Mississippi River just across the state line in Hancock County. A stay at a five-star hotel in the French Quarter was just what she needed. A relaxing morning at the spa, followed by brunch at Muriel's in Jackson Square; sipping on a bloody mary and Muriel’s mouthwatering shrimp and grits. Of course, the next two weeks with Liam Jones would be cream cheese icing on the proverbial Mardi Gras king cake.

The two had met while Liam was dispatched as a Royal Naval Intelligence liaison to the US Department of the Navy and Naval Criminal Investigative Services for an investigation into illegal bird smuggling from Brazil via Central America. Reylin was one of a dozen technical analysts working on trying to track the smugglers via offshore accounts and back channeling of foreign IPs. The case had resulted in the death of two American seamen and a British naval officer before either Jones or Morgan took their assignments. Morgan and Jones had been paired to track a Columbian cartel member who looked to be seeking additional income and a way to outsmart the US federal investigators. Moving from narcotics and weapons and into smuggling looked to be an almost untraceable means of keeping the cash flowing into the cartel. Until one American petty officer had overheard too much at a bar in Biloxi.

During the investigation, Liam Jones had shown that he was highly intelligent, kind, strong-willed, stubborn, and extremely handsome. So very handsome. After the case had been solved, Liam had suggested that the two keep in touch. He had even gone so far as to offer that if Reylin was to ever be granted leave or vacation time and the thought about traveling came up, she should try to catch him in London. It had been a very tempting offer. So, tempting in fact, Officer Morgan had several bookmarks of airline travel dates and prices to London.

As she reminisced about her past, Reylin made the short drive from Stennis Space Center, where she worked as a Systems Application Specialist with GDIT, in high spirits. She sang along to the radio, stopped for her favorite upside-down Carmel Macchiato at a Starbucks just outside of Slidell and enjoyed the views of Lake Pontchartrain as she crossed into the Crescent City. The moment her Kia Sorento exited off Interstate 10 and on to Basin Street, passing St. Louis Cemetery and turning onto Bienville Street, Reylin could smell the sweet sugars of beignets and the pungent aroma of drunks on Bourbon sipping their hurricanes without care.

Once settled and unpacked, Officer Morgan decided that she would do a quick recap of all the information that she and the boys had gathered. Maybe between her facial at the spa and palm reading at one of the many ‘mind-readers’ in the square, she could scope out a few of the locations on the list. The first stop would obviously be the New Orleans Public Library and the history department of Tulane University. Hopefully, the documents and information about the city and the legend of the Napoleon Fleur De Lis had not been destroyed in Hurricane Katrina.

But there was one stop that Reylin was most interested in. Liam’s younger brother had mentioned something about an old hang out of Jean and Pierre Lafitte. It was an old abandoned shop in 1814, later turned into a writing studio for the famous William Faulkner. The studio currently sat as a part of The Cabildo museum that faced the infamous pirate’s alley. Officially, the three treasure hunters would need permission from the city and the museum to examine and explore the once rumored meeting place of pirates, presidents, and authors. However, that did not mean someone couldn’t poke around- unofficially.

The once unpaved passageway of Pirate's Alley currently sat full of tourist trap shops and attractions. Bars and Tchotchke shops littered the area taking away from the once mysterious and possible historical streets. Tour guides led their groups up and down the often crowded districts of the square, each one telling the legends of the ghosts, vampires, pirates, and witches that once inhabited the often corrupt city. Every twenty minutes the story and legends were the same. Each tour guide knew exactly how to elicit enough fear yet curiosity to keep every person entertained, included the redheaded straggler who seemed more interested in the stories not being told.

Once she was satisfied with the information on the building, the surroundings and the flow of people, Reylin decided that it was time to head back to the hotel. Tomorrow the Jones brothers would be landing in the city. Impressing Liam Jones over beignets was now Officer Morgan’s top priority. This meant a night gathering as much about the history of the Fleur De Lis as she possibly could. Killian and Liam had done an impressive amount of research from their end and their contacts in England, Ireland, and France but most of it was legends and stories. Facts and solid information were going to be key in turning this from an old pirate's tale to a true historical breakthrough.

This is what all treasure hunters dreamed of.

And Reylin Morgan knew just where to start. The coordinates she found to the lost journal of Jean Lafitte.

Well past the hour of the Tonight Show and the late-night news, a knock at the door broke the silence of the room. She hadn’t been expecting anyone at this hour, but this was New Orleans and perhaps it was someone who had a little too much to drink and confused their 3 for an 8. Taking the six steps to the door, Officer Morgan was meet by a strange man.

“Sorry but you have the wrong room.” She announced.

“Oh, I assure you that I have the exact room I am looking for, Ms. Morgan. You have something I want, dearie.”

Suddenly everything for Petty Officer Morgan went black.

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Hotel Review: Fairmont Pittsburgh, USA

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Fairmont Pittsburgh is located in the city’s Golden Triangle, the urban downtown centre of Pittsburgh which forms the central business district. The hotel opened in 2010 and forms part of Three PNC Plaza, one of the largest high-rise constructions built in Pittsburgh this century. It is an impressive structure of glass and steel.

Like many things in the USA, the hotel has gone for the “bigger is better” vibe – 185 guest rooms, 12,000 square feet of meeting space and a 6,000-square-foot Health Club & Spa. Yet despite its size, Fairmont Pittsburgh has a warm and friendly atmosphere and staff who are eager to please.

Pittsburgh prides itself of being a “green” city, ranking among the 15 most sustainable cities in the USA. This hotel honours this tradition with its environmental design and commitment to reduce energy wastage.

Who For

During the week, the business district is a hive of activity, and Fairmont Pittsburgh is ideally located for city slickers to rest for the night.

The hotel’s proximity to many of Pittsburgh’s most famous attractions, including the Andy Warhol Museum, means that it is also a great base for travellers enjoying a short break. Unlike many of America’s mega cities, Pittsburgh is small enough that you can reach most of the museums on foot.

Accommodation

Rooms are spacious (the largest is 466 square feet) with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. There are the usual amenities including 45-inch flat screen TV, coffee machine, iPod station and mini fridge.

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The décor is tasteful and modern, in hues of grey, brown and orange. Even with all the lights turned on, the room felt a little dark.

Bathrooms are generously proportioned and ours contained both a bath and shower. There’s a decent selection of spa toiletries and you even get a mini bottle of mouthwash.

Tip: Choose a room on the 19th floor for a great view of the PNC Baseball Park, home of the Pittsburgh Pirates.

Facilities

Fairmont Pittsburgh has an extensive Health Club & Spa, which offers a wide range of treatments including facials, massages and manicures. There is also a large fitness centre containing running machines, cross trainers, weight machines and advanced Precor fitness equipment. The luxury changing area has a relaxing sauna and steam rooms and a wide selection of spa toiletries and large, private showers.

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As well as the spa, the hotel has a boardroom, three additional meeting rooms, and a 5,500 square foot ballroom where you can book social events and even a wedding.

Food and drink

The newly opened fl.2 restaurant serves modern American cuisine and a vast selection of drinks and cocktails. We tucked into a tender lamb shank and classic striploin with celery root and creamy mash. One of the highlights of the evening was sipping on a “Smoked Pimientos” cocktail: a snappy mix of Patron tequila, Mezcal, pineapple and a spicy jalapeño. During the day the restaurant serves breakfast and lunch, as well as brunch at the weekend (all at an additional cost to the room).

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Fairmont Pittsburgh also has a sophisticated bar, Andys, named after the city’s most beloved modern artist. Located in the vast, open lobby of the hotel, the bar has a cocktail menu that changes with the seasons and live jazz music every Thursday-Saturday.

Is WiFi available

Yes, at a price. Unfortunately in the US it is standard practice for hotels to charge extra for WiFi.

Room rates

Rooms start from $219 per night. If you’re flush with cash, you can book the ever-so-swanky Presidential Suite, which costs up to $4000 per night.

What’s nearby

Pittsburgh is chock full of interesting museums and art galleries, many of which are walking distance from Fairmont Pittsburgh. Cross over the Roberto Clemente Bridge and walk another 10 minutes to reach the National Aviary. From here, you can also walk to The Mattress Factory, a collection of buildings containing a vast array of modern art. The Andy Warhol Museum and Heinz History Centre are also less than a 15-minute stroll from the hotel.

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If you’re feeling peckish, head to Primanti’s, a sandwich shop and Pittsburgh institution that is just minutes from hotel. Their signature sandwich is stuffed with grilled meat, an Italian dressing-based coleslaw, tomato slices, and French fries, and was even featured on Man v Food.

Getting there

If you’re travelling from the airport, the easiest way to reach the hotel is by Uber (it takes about 25 minutes). The nearest metro stop is Steel Plaza Station.

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If you are harboring thoughts of bringing the family for a Las Vegas vacation, then perhaps you should seriously consider a stay at Excalibur Hotel and Casino. This hotel will have you feeling as though you've stepped into the fairy tales of your childhood. From the moment you cross the threshold from the outside world to the charmed existence of life in the hotel you will find that you have truly been charmed and are leading a somewhat enchanted existence.

Not only is there the magnificent casino to enjoy, there is also the wonderful pool, links golf, the castle walk for your shopping pleasure, and the midway where you can play all kinds of fun and exciting arcade and carnival games. Perhaps one of the most memorable and impressive of offerings is the Tournament of Kings dinner show. This show is offered nightly at 6:00 and 8:30 and you will eat in the manner of those in medieval times, without utensils while watching the evil wizard Mordred as he invades the evening festivities. This show is quite enjoyable and relies heavily upon audience participation.

Dining in the hotel and casino can be quite the adventure without the assistance of horses and actors as there are several dining options including the Roundtable Buffet, The Steakhouse at Camelot, Regale Italian Eatery, Sherwood Forest Cafe, and how could we forget Sir Galahad's Pub and Prime Rib House?

If you're looking for the fairytale wedding of your dreams, then Excalibur has the package for you. You can even elect to rent medieval costumes in which to get married. There are many different packages available to fit various budgets and wedding needs. Wedding packages vary in price from around $ 400 plus $ 55 for the cost of the minister to around $ 1575 plus the cost of the minister. These are all rather basic packages and do not include extras such as costume rentals, extra poses for the wedding photos, or video and candle services.

Before your big day make sure you make liberal use of the spa services available at Excalibur Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Of course this is a great idea even if you are just hoping to relax while on vacation. You remember relaxation right? That is what you did on occasion before you had children. You should definitely get the royal treatment that is available through the spa and enjoy every minute of your visit. Some of the spa services offered at Excalibur include: facials, wraps, Aveda facials, and various massages. There are add on services that can be purchased and packages available. This is a great way to spend an hour or three before your big day or any day.

Once you've finished getting pampered at the spa, step on over to Kristina's Salon and get primped. You can enjoy everything from manicures to full service hair styling services. Whether you are preparing for your big day and saying "I do!" or simply for a romantic evening on the strip this is a great place to begin.

Excalibur also offers full service catering and convention services. Whether you are hosting a wedding reception or a company convention we have the facilities as well as the expertise to keep everything operating seamlessly behind the scenes so that all eyes will be on the things that are important. Projections and profits for the corporate conventions and the bride and groom for wedding receptions.

Excalibur Hotel Casino can meet almost any lodging and accommodation needs for those staying and playing in Las Vegas, more than that we can provide a great 'fairy tale' atmosphere for your family vacation or just your big trip in general. If you haven't given proper consideration to the idea of staying here during your visit, I highly encourage that you do-especially if you have a little princess in your party that you are trying to impress.

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