#dcbbw answers

[dcbbw]

Hey, I wonder what it would look like if Liam gave Riley permission to hook up with someone one last time at their party in Las Vegas, and Riley asked Liam to sleep together. It would be very interesting, because PB does not have that option.

Thank you so much for this ask @busywoman! Fun fact: when I first joined the fandom, there was a story of the Vegas fling taking place between MC and her chosen LI (Drake).

*Sighs nostalgically* That was a good story.

This one, probably not so much but here’s hoping you enjoy it! Using my Timing Liam x Riley (The Otters/Baby Riam) for this drabble and including an answer to your previous ask regarding a lighter, happier proposal for them.

Also using @choicesflashfics Week #20 prompt #1: “The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.” It will appear in bold.

No one’s eyes but mine have looked this over, so pretty please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: Love You, flowerovlove

Word Count: 1,346

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Rating T for Teen (No triggers, just a couple of curse words and if you sniff really long and very deeply, you may catch a whiff of lemon)

Las Vegas, Nevada

“Is there anything else you desire, my love?” King Liam of Cordonia loudly asked over the blaring music as he helped his fiancée down from the tabletop they had just danced upon.

Riley Brooks did not answer as she concentrated on placing her foot, shod in strappy sandals with too-high heels, firmly on the ground.

“Food? Drink?” The royal persisted.

“Damnit, Liam! I am trying NOT to die here!” Riley snapped, annoyance and fear lacing her voice.

The King’s fiancée was scared of heights, but more than that, she had a fear of falling. Both were a very real possibility when the tables were a good four feet tall. The last thing Riley needed was to faceplant  and suffer a head injury, broken bones, or worse.

The couple were in Las Vegas with their friends and members of Court to celebrate their engagement. Liam had insisted they have a stag and doe party because he could not bear another moment not being by Riley’s side.

Riley didn’t mind; she had tagged along with Madeleine on her bachelorette party and had crashed Liam’s bachelor party during the Engagement Tour. With none other than Drake Walker aka Agent Marshmallow. She had been so disappointed when Drake didn’t beat the hell out of Bertrand, but even more regretful at having to leave behind a plate of steaks.

During their stay, the couple had taken in the sights of Las Vegas, gambled at a casino where Riley lost $2,000 dollars but won $89 dollars and a coupon to the gaming house’s early bird lunch special, valid only Sundays through Thursdays. There had been a magic show, a scavenger hunt, and a night at the hottest club in town. Tonight was the last of festivities; the entourage was flying back to Cordonia in the morning.

Liam pulled her into a protective embrace once she was safely on solid ground, pressing a wet kiss against her temple. “You’re safe, love. I’m here to protect you.”

Riley briefly closed her eyes as she laid her forehead against the crook of his shoulder. The touch of Lim’s strong arms around her never failed to fill her very being with a feeling of safety, of warmth.

“There is one more thing that would make this entire trip absolutely perfect.” She pulled away from Liam ever-so-slightly so she could look him in his eyes.

“And what would that be?” he asked with a tipsy smile.

“I wanna have a fling!” she said excitedly.

Liam’s arms dropped quickly away from her body; his face was ashen-colored, and his expression was one of stupefied disbelief.

“WHAT?” he yelled.

“What? This is MY party! You’ve already had one! Besides, we’re in Sin City. Debauchery is expected, Liam!”

“With WHO?”

“Whom,” Riley corrected as her eyes scanned the hotel rooftop.

Liam stared at the woman he loved more than life itself. This had to be a joke. Why accept his proposal if she still wanted another?

“Lady Riley Brooks, would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of being my wife?” Liam asked as he knelt on one knee.

Riley looked down at Liam and the diamond ring nestled in the crushed black velvet box, then up at the Statue of Liberty before answering.

“Okay.”

Liam’s brow knitted, and confusion filled his eyes. “That … is not quite the reaction I was expecting.”

Riley stared at him, realization dawning on her face. “Oh … OOOHHHH. Hold on!”

She batted her lashes and pressed one of her palms over her heart. In a simpering, affected voice, she threw her head back and shouted, “YES, LIAM! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES, YES!”

She looked down at Liam when she was finished. “Better?”

The King rolled his eyes. “Let me just put the ring on your finger, please.”

Perhaps it was revenge of some sort because of the Coronation night disaster which resulted in him betrothed to Countess Madeleine. Riley’s hurt and anger had been palatable; the therapy he had suggested they both take part in had exacerbated the emotions.

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

Swallowing heavily over the sudden lump in his throat, Liam spoke softly. “I promised to never deny you anything. You can have your fling. All I ask is that you never mention it to me. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And tomorrow morning, you are MINE. ALL MINE for all eternity.”

His lips snatched hers in a searingly passionate kiss before he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him walk away; his gait was stiff and his shoulders slightly slumped. She shrugged before turning in the opposite direction.

Liam made his way to the bar where he ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He swiveled his chair seat around so he could have a better look at which one of his “friends” would soon be fucking his fiancée. Jealousy, frustration, sadness, and hurt flowed through his body.

She said she had forgiven him.

She said his was the greatest love she had ever known.

His dark brown eyes traveled slowly over the crowd: Drake, Leo, Max, Rashad were still in attendance; they were surrounded by Duchess Olivia and Countess Madeleine. They all had drinks in hand, and guffawing loudly at a story Leo was telling.

Penelope and Kiara were holding plates of food, eating while swaying to the DJ’s remix of an American rap song.

He did not see Riley.

Liam turned at feeling a tapping on his shoulder. His eyes widened at seeing Riley. She had a plate filled with buffalo wings and engagement cake.

“Hey!” she greeted as if she hadn’t just asked her intended for permission to have sex with someone else.

“No one took you up on you offer?” he huffed as he turned away from her.

Riley looked confused. “What offer?”

“YOU ASKED ME FOR A FLING!”

Riley bit into a wing, crossing her eyes at how delicious it was.

“Yeah, I asked YOU, idiot! I don’t need your permission to have sex with someone else, and I certainly wouldn’t tell you. Too much transparency is not a good thing.”

Liam faced his fiancée. “Do you want someone else?” he asked as he reached for a piece of chicken.

Riley slapped his hand away. “No. I’m in love with you, Liam. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.”  

She turned to face him, red dots of sauce speckling her lips. “You’re more than enough.”

The relief Liam felt filled his face. “Thank God.”

He tried again to snatch a wing; Riley let him have one.

“But why all the cloak and dagger? You know you need only say what you want.”

He bit into the chicken, his eyes widening in surprise. “These are good!” He attempted to snag another piece but pulled his hand away upon seeing Riley’s arched eyebrow.

“Because I wanted food first! If I told you the fling was with you, I would’ve missed out on these wings! And I may want some pancakes when I get back to my room. A girl gotta eat, Liam!”

Liam leaned into her, his lips brushing against the skin of her neck. “I have a much better way of satisfying your appetites, love.”

Riley giggled when his breath tickled her flesh. “Does it involve pancakes?”

“What about syrup?” he questioned in a husky whisper against her earlobe as his fingers walked up her fabric-covered thigh.

The tip of Riley’s tongue licked her upper lip. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. I’m giving up buffalo wings, cake, and pancakes!” she moaned.

She felt his hand pushing to get between her legs, and she shifted slightly in her seat to allow him access.

“Chocolate syrup,” Liam clarified while his fingertip rubbed slowly against the crotch of her panties.  

“Let’s go! The night isn’t getting any younger!” Riley was out of her chair and halfway to the elevator with Liam close on her heels.

“DON’T FORGET MY PLATE!"

A/N: Not sure if anyone will see this because it is 3:16am and tags are super wonky, not formatting, and I have a head cold; so giving up the ghost here. If you see it and read it, hope you enjoy it!

@jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @neotericthemis @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmett @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys @choicesficwriterscreations @burnsoslow

[choicesprompts]

Spring Writing Reblog Game Prompt 1

Answer for yourself or your MC (or whatever character you wish to!)

Answer in a reblog

Tag however many you wish to play along!

What is your favorite thing about the spring season and why?

Tagging some people I think will enjoy it, no pressure to participate whatsoever! Please let me know if anyone wants to be added to the list for future prompts!!

@karahalloway @harleybeaumont @aussiegurl1234 @alj4890

@nestledonthaveone @peonierose @dcbbw @bebepac @kingliam2019 @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @storyofmychoices

@secretaryunpaid @walkerdrakewalker

@bascmve01 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @twinkleallnight

@kristinamae093 @indiacater @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads

@lizzybeth1986 @noesapphic @thedistantshoresproject @petiteboheme @thosehallowedhalls @liaromancewriter @justcallmefox89

[angelasscribbles]

Getting to Know You Better

First of all, thank you so much to @peonierose, @queenmiarys

@dcbbw and @bebepac for the tag!!!

Second of all, I apologize for how utterly late I am in my response.

Here are my answers:

Last Song: Another Level by Oh the Larceny

Favorite color(s): blue

Currently watching: Found and Irrational (I do love the crime procedurals!)

Last movie: The Creator

Currently reading: Spare

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory all the way! I don’t like spicy food generally (unless it’s cream cheese stuffed jalapenos) but I love Mexican food. My husband tells me this is an oxymoron, but I stand by it. And though I like savory food, I cannot live without my sweet tea! (That’s the Texas girl in me, Yee Haw!)

Last thing I googled: “Hell or Highwater Walkthrough” (it’s a romance club game and there is a free diamond rush event going on right now)

Current obsession(s): 1. My playlist for Insurrection. 2. historical research on King Louis the 14th and prominent members of his court, emphasis on the openly queer folks (despite it being against the law, but if you were a prince then hey). 3. LGBTQ stickers. I have them on everything…my laptop, my water bottles, the back of my car…..

Currently working on: A Valentine’s Day one-shot from The Agreement. It’s a flashback to when Riley and Drake’s marriage started to become real.

Clean copy:

Last Song:

Favorite color(s):

Currently watching:

Last movie:

Currently reading:

Sweet/Spicy/Savory:

Last thing I googled:

Current obsession(s):

Currently working on:

Tagging some peeps under the cut, but please, anyone and everyone who wants to is welcome to play!!!!

@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @nestledonthaveone

@walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @bascmve01 @twinkleallnight

@lovingchoices14  @tinkie1973

@secretaryunpaid  @irishgrl2022

@kristinamae093 @tessa-liam @gabesmommie1130 @queenmiarys

@differenttyphoonwerewolf  @jared2612  @belencha77

@dcbbw  @amandablink @indiacater 

@bebepac @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia

@emersyn-in-cordonia @lunaseasblog  

@hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader

@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives  @gardeningourmet

@sillydg @phoenixrising0308

@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten

@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves

@fangirling12566  @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix

@jerzwriter @petiteboheme @storyofmychoices

@thetruearchmagos @talesofsorrowandruin @apollowritesstuff @eli-writes-believe-it-or-not @little-mouse-gardens @brieflyinfatuated @justafunctionalmess @writingpotato07 @hannahsrambles2

@aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads

[kristinamae093]

It's me again.... 🤣🤣🤣

Listen.................... This is happening because I recieved this ask earlier, and it got me really pumped. So I've spent all day filtering through all the rough chapters I have of Ghosted and getting reassurance on some ideas (thank you @ao719 🥹😘) which got me even more excited for what's to come 😬. However, that means I did not actuality get around to getting it ready to post 😔.

BUT I'm so excited I needed to do something like RIGHT NOW or I might explode 🤣. I know this isn't even an official thing anymore, but, it is 110% happening so fasten your seat-belts. 🫡🤣

So this is from chapter 8 of Ghosted, which is titled Always Watching. Per usual, there is more than six sentences and everything is subject to change. 🙂🖤

TW - Language (first and last word, oddly enough. 🤣)

“Goddamnit,” Liam growled as he slammed his fist down on the desk he stood beside. “I– I can’t just sit here and wait. I need to do something now.”

“Perhaps we should seek outside help," Olivia interjected.

“What do you mean?”

“I have an acquaintance whose somewhat of a… ‘private investigator’. He’s not cheap, but worth every penny. He can look into Riley and Tariq’s locations, for sure, as well as whatever else you may see fit…”

“I’m not against the idea… but, how would that even work?”

“We can figure out the details later, but I have somewhat of a cover already thought of. I can easily say he’s my driver, or bodyguard, or anything really. Who’s going to question me? Honestly?”

“I want to agree, I really do, it’s just… the last person to get involved with this was… well, you know. Do we really want to put someone else in danger like that?"

“Much as I hate to say it, maybe she's onto something, Li,” Drake admitted with a sour face. “Bas clearly has his hands full, and I know you wanna get some kind of an answer.”

“See? Even the caveman agrees!” Olivia exclaimed, earning her a middle finger from Drake. “Plus, perhaps having another set of capable eyes around will do us some good."

Olivia snickered. "It's cute of you to worry, but he’s more than capable of defending himself.”

"Do it, Liam! DO IT! Or I will myself!" Maxwell exclaimed.

"I don't know…"

"Perhaps he would be interested in a one-on-one interpretive dance class; we could trade one service for another."

"No offense, but how are you gonna pay him?" Drake asked.

Ghosted tags - @ao719 @txemrn @imashybish @queenrileyrose @kingliam2019 @riseandshinelittleblossom @dcbbw @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @amandablink @cordonia-gothqueen @sfb123 @jared2612 @harleybeaumont @bebepac @charlotteg234 @busywoman @malblk21 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @iaminlovewithtrr @hopelessromanticmonie @mysticalfangirl @umccall71 @fuckitweball0000 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @lovingchoices14 @emersyn-in-cordonia @aussiegurl1234 @karahalloway @the0afnan @nestledonthaveone

"Hate to break it to you, but your dance class ain't worth shit."

[ao719]

Thank you for the tag @tessa-liam 💕

Chapter 19 of Best Kept Secrets:

A dozen questions and thoughts flooded in his mind, but before he could process them, Amara reappeared. “Sorry about that.”

Snapping from his daze, Liam looked at her and cleared his throat. “It’s alright. Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” Amara nodded. As she stared at him, she could see the moment he sensed that she wanted to say more. “I’ll talk to you about it later.”

Liam nodded even as more questions filled his head. Talk about what? He thought it might have something to do with what he just glimpsed on her laptop, and despite wanting to ask her about it, he thought that perhaps that was better left for later.

•••••••

Chapter 23 of Vancross:

“Cut the small talk,” Lydea said as she stopped a few feet away from him. “How did you get in here? And considering you’re not supposed to step foot inside the palace, let alone the country, what are you doing here?”

“To answer your first question, I have my ways. As for your second question … I think you already know the answer to that.”

Lydea stared at him. “Croía …”

“Still sharp as a whip, aren’t you?” Trystan grinned.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not going to get very far in your task, I’m afraid.”

“You almost sound convincing.” Trystan offered a menacing smile as he skillfully flipped the dagger in his hand. “Almost.”

•••••••

Chapter 1 of Beyond the Wall (new series, but I’m not posting until I finish something lol):

As Liam continued to stare at the house, he was hit with a familiar pang of regret. It wasn’t easy, but he did this each time he ventured his way to that spot. Why he forced himself through it, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was to remind himself … of a lot of things: of who he was, of who he strived to be, and the consequences of one’s actions. Perhaps it was to search for a morsel of the closure he never got and didn’t necessarily deserve, at least back then.

Hell, maybe he still didn’t deserve it.

Maybe that would forever be his punishment for the careless mistake he made one summer that hurt someone he loved beyond what he could have imagined at the time. He never got the chance to apologize. He never got the chance to say goodbye, either.

•••••••

Tagging (no pressure): @queenrileyrose @charlotteg234 @kristinamae093 @dcbbw and anyone else who wants to share 💕

[choicesficwriterscreations]

TRR F/AotW - Sep 24-30, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🦄= Bisexuality Awareness Week | 🏳️‍🌈= LGBTQIA

Birthday Waltz ✒️Ⓜ️| Constantine x Regina - @dcbbw

Bringing Sexy Back ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x MC - @dcbbw

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 18

The Crown & The Shield (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Constantine x Jackson - @angelasscribbles Chapter 6: Let's Be Happy

The Dark Kingdom (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 6: Bonded

Marabelle (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈🦄| Liam Rys x F!OC, Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 7: It's a Dream Come True

Thro(n)es of Passion: A Bad Romance One Shot ✒️🎨Ⓜ️🔥🏳️‍🌈🦄 | Liam Rys x MC x Maxwell Beaumont, Drake Walker x MC) - art by @rosefuckinggenius fic by @angelasscribbles

The Pricess's Secret (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Drake Walker x MC - @liamsqueen1984 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

The Proposal ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Multiple Pairings - @aussiegurl1234

Queen of Hearts (Series)✒️ Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 1: Let the Games Begin Chapter 2: Negotiations

Royal Love (Series) ✒️| Eleanor x M!OC - @eadanga Part 15

Savage Love (Series)✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 35: Some Answers, More Questions

Sometimes Not... (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x F!MC - @ao719 Part 10: Love is Ruthless

Vancross (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 18: Reaching the Darkness

Main CFWC F/AotW List

Open Heart F/AotW List

[txemrn]

It's that time of the week, and I'm ready for some new adventures! Who wants to share a SSS with us? I've tagged a few writers, but if you're reading this--consider yourself TAGGED! 🖤

I'll share a little something-something (all submissions for Spring Fever Pitch!) below the cut! 🖤

~♡~

TBD (TNA crossover; M!Sam x f!OC, LI x f!OC)

"(-----)!" The young blonde slips on a pair of her best friend's grossly-oversized tennis shoes before charging down the flight of stairs. She awkwardly dashes across the parking lot of the apartment complex, finally reaching his pickup truck. "Stop! (-----)!" She pants heavily, "wait… why are you being like this?"

"Why are you in his room, Care?"

She rocks back onto her foot, cocking out her hip. "What?" She crosses her arms. "What does it matter if I'm in his room? Or (------)'s room? Or any other guy's room–"

(-----) lets out a humorless chuckle. "So, you're just a slut now, huh?" He mutters, turning his back on Caroline before shoving his key into his truck door.

"How dare you, (----------)," she snarls.

~~~~~

TBD (TRR, P2G Universe, Liam x Riley)

Aimlessly reaching around the bed in the blur of the dark, her fingers frantically stumble across her cell. Squinting, she looks at the screen. And then a huge sigh of relief escapes her lungs as she answers.

"Liam?" Her voice roughly croaks. "Baby?"

"Hey, darling," he handsomely chuckles, "have you poured my glass yet?"

Riley squeezes her eyes closed, bowing her head as joyous sobs crawl from her chest. "Are you coming home to me?"

"I am–"

"When?" Riley eagerly interjects, crawling to her knees on the bed. "Please," her breath shudders, "please tell me soon."

~♡~

Tagging @ao719 @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @charlotteg234 @sfb123 @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction @karahalloway @kristinamae093 @cariantha @queenrileyrose @storyofmychoices @trappedinfanfiction @deb-1106 @ofmischiefandmedicine @dcbbw @bebepac @bascmve01 @anjanettexcordonia

[twinkleallnight]

I know i have not been able to update my latest fic but believe me i am working on it. It's just that life is on a rollercoaster and I am not getting enough time to finish , edit and post it. Till then, here's the sneak peak....

False Truth

Where is Riley from?" Dr June planned to test the waters in one such session, asking Drake the details of his imaginary girlfriend. 

 "New york." He answered casually. His thoughts seemed very well sorted. 

She further asked, "Where did you meet her?" 

"At a bar." That doesn't give much detail. She anyway noted his answer. 

"How long have you known each other?" 

"Almost a year now."This was a surprise for her. Olivia did not even know and Drake claimed to know Riley for a year now. 

"Where does she stay?" 

"Here, with me." 

Dead end. She again hit a wall in her investigation. But today she had planned to dig deeper. So she continued, "Is she here with you today?"

"Yes, I requested her to wait outside." 

"Please bring her in." 

Drake got up promptly and opened the door to call her in.

Tags: @3pawandme @alj4890 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @bebepac @busywoman @dcbbw @gkittylove99 @harleybeaumont @iaminlovewithtrr @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @lizzybeth1986 @lovingchoices14 @nestledonthaveone @neotericthemis @mom2000aggie @phoenixrising0308 @princess-geek @riseandshinelittleblossom @sazanes @secretaryunpaid @sfb123 @sillydg @tessa-liam @tinkie1973 @txemrn @walkerdrakewalker @choicesficwriterscreations

[choicesflashfics]

Week #27 Prompts

This weeks prompts are:

Prompt 1 — “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.”

Prompt 2 — “This is the third time you’ve broken a promise to me. I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose.”

Prompt 3  — “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?”

Guidelines: 

You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.

The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present.

The prompts must be used exactly as they are. 

Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using. 

Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)

Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.

Post your fic by Saturday, April 8th (11:59 EST). 

Happy writing! 

*just a reminder that asks are open for those who want to submit their own prompt suggestions!*

Tags: @aallotarenunelma @ao719 @bebepac @blackcatkita @burnsoslow @charlotteg234 @choicesfanaf @choiceskatie @choicesmonthlychallenge @dcbbw @delightfullysweet @emkay512 @foreverethereal123 @jerzwriter @katedrakeohd @lolablackwrites @lucy-268 @neotericthemis @niaellariious @ofpixelsandscribbles @peonierose @phoenixrising0308 @polishchoicesfan @queenrileyrose @sfb123 @sincerelyella @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @txemrn @writing-not @zaffrenotes

(If I’ve missed anyone, I’m so sorry. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tags. If I’m unable to activate your tag, I will try to reach out in the comments!)

[twinkle-320]

Hold On

“Quote Me on This” Prompt Challenge:  I was given the quote “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other”.  It appears in the mood board below and will be bolded in the story.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley & Drake, Liam & Olivia

Rating: MA

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, mildly graphic details of injuries

Disclaimer:  I am not a healthcare professional, all details of medical care and injuries are fictional dramatizations for the purposes of this story and I do not proclaim them to be accurate in real life.

Word Count:  3796 (sorry!)

A/N:  After receiving multiple requests for a follow up to my Choices Prompt Challenge submission ‘Promise Me’ (read here), I decided to use this challenge to answer the call.  If you haven’t read that one, this one won’t make much sense.  There is a time jump between that story and this one, and this is long so I could wrap this up without turning it into a mini-series :)

A/N 2:  I kept this in the first person from Riley’s POV in keeping with the style of ‘Promise Me’ but it does jump between present and past tense with Riley thinking back on the time between where that story ended and where she is now.  Please forgive any errors in grammar or tense, as this is not my usual style.

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“I’m sorry, Lucas. I really am, but I can’t come back yet…”  I nod as if I’m on a video chat, but I know my boss can’t see me.  “No, no…it’s fine.  I understand and I appreciate you accommodating me as long as you have.  I’ve loved my time with the firm and I’m grateful for the opportunity you gave me…Yes, thank you Lucas…you too.”  When the line goes dead, my body shakes with the sob I’ve been holding in.

Outside it’s a rainy day but there is just enough light from the setting sun to allow me to catch my reflection in the window.  In the mirrored image, the tears running down my cheeks blend with the raindrops on the window.  Just beyond the glass, life goes on and the world moves forward, but inside these walls, I feel like time is standing still.

It’s been seven months since I returned to Cordonia and I’ve been trying to balance life back home with my need to be here.  To say it isn’t going well would be an understatement.

For the first time in my life, I was just fired from a job or, ‘let go’, as Lucas had delicately put it.  It should feel crushing to lose my dream job but honestly, I can’t blame them.  My clients need and deserve an attorney and agent that can give them undivided attention and I can’t do that right now.  I’ve been working remotely, filing motions, writing briefs, and negotiating contracts but I can’t provide that personal touch from thousands of miles away and when you’re dealing with athletes and actors like I am, that personal touch means everything.

I feel myself on the edge of a breakdown and I can’t allow myself to lose my shit right now; not here. Mere feet from where I stand, watching the sky weep with me, the man I love is lying in a bed, still fighting for his life.  Machines beep as they monitor every aspect of his body and vitals, and the spikes on the brainwave monitor are all the proof I need that he can hear me, so losing it in front of him is not an option.

Moving to the far side of his bed, away from the monitors, I brush his chestnut brown hair away from his eyes and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “You are in desperate need of a haircut, my love,” I whisper. “I love you. I’ll be right back.”

Across from me, the monitor beeps, registering another spike. It always does after I tell him I love him. While I long for nothing more than to hear his voice, I’ve started to think of the beeps as him saying ‘I love you too’.

Unable to fight the tears any longer I rush from the room, and head for my suite right next door.  Most people would exploit their friendship with a king by asking for political favors or seeking personal gain but all I want is permission to stay here around the clock.  Of course, I have a room at the palace too for those days where Liam insists that I need a break which was initially once a week but he has become more insistent more often recently.

My visits to the palace are bittersweet.  I love spending time with Olivia and the kids but…I hate myself for the resentment I feel.  I never let it show, it wouldn’t be fair to Liv. She is carrying around a hefty dose of survivors’ guilt as it is but…I can’t stop myself from thinking it.

Five minutes after I curl up on the bed and fall apart, my breakdown is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Excuse me, Riley?” Dr. Hastings says, peeking his head in.  I’m not pleased with the intrusion but I’m glad I’ve finally broken him of calling me Ms. Nevin.

“Hi Dr. Hastings,” I say, sitting up and wiping away my tears.

“Shift change is coming up, I just thought I’d give you a run-down of today’s tests and vitals.”

All I can do is nod my head and prepare myself to hear more of the same.  I used to hold onto hope for each update but now that the physical wounds have healed and the threat of infection is gone, the updates are nothing more than a recitation of fluctuating brain activity and stable vitals.

I nod along, glassy-eyed as Dr. Hastings goes over the usual.

“I’m sorry, Riley. I know you’re hoping for big changes and progress,” he says, registering my disappointment. “But I continue to be encouraged by Drake’s brain activity.  His mind is reacting to stimuli with more frequency.”

“Then why hasn’t he woken up?” I cry.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” he replied sadly.  “All we can do is continue to push his body to respond in the same way his brain does.  We’ve been seeing results.  If you’d like to stay for tomorrow’s tests, you can see for yourself.

“No,” I shake my head, “I…I can’t.”

I used to stay for the tests but it’s terrifying and heartbreaking.  The tests consist of weaning Drake off the ventilator gradually.  His lungs do respond, and he attempts to breath on his own which I know is encouraging, but every so often he makes sounds like he’s choking or struggling, and I can’t handle it.

“I understand,” Dr. Hastings nods. “I hope you get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Just as he turns to go, we are both surprised to see Liam entering my room.

“Riley, Dr. Hastings…good evening,” the king says. “Did I miss today’s update?”

Dr. Hastings bows.  Though he finally uses my first name, he refuses to break protocol when it comes to royalty.  “I’d be happy to go over it again, Your Majesty.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Liam replies.  “I’m sure Riley can give me a run down.”

I nod, knowing that Liam can already tell by looking at me that nothing’s changed.  With a final bow, Dr. Hastings departs and Liam takes a seat beside me on the bed.

“Rough day?”

“You have no idea,” I sigh.

“Why don’t you fill me in?”

“Well…for starters, I lost my job…”

“Oh, Riley…I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head.  “Don’t be…I knew it was coming eventually.  I’m surprised they worked with me this long.  But, without an income, I’m going to have to put my condo on the market.”

“No, don’t do that. I can assist you in holding onto it.”

“I can’t take money from you Liam…”

“You wouldn’t be.  Rashad is quite busy with Sloane Enterprises these days.  I could use another contract attorney on my legal team to pick up the overflow work.”

“Liam…I’d be happy to help but I’m still selling the condo.  There’s no reason to keep it and I can’t keep asking my dad to make the drive to Tampa to check on things for me.  For now…my home is wherever Drake is,” I say, feeling the crushing weight of sadness again.

“I got the sense that Dr. Hastings didn’t have good news.”

I shrug.  “It was the same as any other day, no better, no worse.

“This is to be expected when dealing with traumatic brain injury.”

“All the imaging shows his brain is healing,” I protest.

“Yes,” Liam nods, “which is all the more reason to be hopeful. You know how extensive his injuries were. I truly believe this coma is his body’s way of taking all the time it needs to heal. He’s been beating the odds since you got here.”

Logically, I know Liam is right.  Drake’s body went through hell and on the night I arrived seven months ago, they didn’t expect him to make it beyond another twenty-four hours.  The first time I walked into that room, Liam had to keep me on my feet; I could barely tell it was Drake in the bed.

On our flight from Philly to Cordonia, Liam had tried to tell me what to expect but it was a difficult conversation to get through and quite honestly nothing could have prepared me.  I was shocked to learn that Drake had joined the guard.  Liam had tried to convince him to finish his veterinary degree and refused to appointment him to the guard, but Drake didn’t want an appointment handed to him anyway.  He earned his way in by joining the military; after two years of exemplary service, he earned the Cordonia Medal of Honor and his commanding officer recommended him for the guard.  Drake was immediately assigned to head of Olivia’s detail.  In true Olivia fashion, she had scared off all her previous guards and they hoped Drake could put up with her.  I still can’t believe that those two managed to coexist as long as they did but Liam assures me they had become quite close.

I learned all about the Sons of the Earth and their leader, my former press secretary, Justin, AKA Anton Severus…his secret marriage to Olivia, his plots to kill Liam and take the throne, his death, and the rebel factions that carried on his evil legacy.  Olivia had been relatively safe when he was alive because he needed her for his plan, but once he was gone and she was married to Liam, she became a target of the rebels.

Two days before Liam came to Hill Heights, a rebel uprising attacked Olivia’s motorcade on their way out of Lythikos and isolated the lead SUV.  On a hunch, Drake had anticipated a possible attack and ordered Liv into one of the secondary vehicles with a whole team of guards while he rode lead with a decoy.  A rendezvous point had been established as a contingency if the motorcade got separated.  Off their plotted course, the lead car encountered a roadside bomb which flipped the car and sent it up in flames and the rebels riddled it with bullets before taking off.  By all rights, no one should have survived but the driver managed to free himself and pull Drake out just before the car fully exploded and succumbing to his own injuries.

When they failed to arrive at the rendezvous point, Liv ordered all but the six men guarding her back to look for them. That’s when they found Drake and the driver on the side of the road, unconscious with life-threatening injuries, and the other two guards in the car, dead.  Both men were airlifted to the Capitol where the race to save their life began.  Drake had suffered a head injury from the blast and multiple gunshot wounds from the rebels’ indiscriminate firing spree.  Two bullets struck major organs.  Hours of surgery were required, and it was touch and go.

I can’t try to explain the extent of the injuries or even all that went into attempting to save him, but I do know he looked like he’d been to a war zone when I saw him.  His skull was open to relieve the pressure on his brain, vacuum drains were attached to multiple wounds where they had opened him up to repair internal damage and remove bullet fragments, and his left leg was in a cast, suspended by a sling above the bed.  Looking at him now, you’d never know any of that.  There is a thin scar on his head where hair still won’t grow but it’s hidden by his full head of hair around it, and he of course has scars from the bullet wounds, but they are hidden by his clothes.  Just looking into his room, aside from the ventilator, you might think he’s just asleep, but…he’s not waking up.

“Are you headed back over to sit with him?” Liam asks, pulling me back to the present.

“In a few minutes,” I sigh. “I came here to have my daily breakdown. Ever since the nurse told me he shows signs of distress when he hears me cry, I try not to do it in front of him.”

Liam takes my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.  “You must try to focus on the positive, Riley…he hears you.”

“How are you so optimistic after all this time?”

“A well-crafted facade, I assure you. I have breakdowns too, but I try to be strong…for you, for Liv…”

“How is she?” I ask.

“You should ask her yourself, she’s right next door.”

I gasp in surprise.  “She’s here?”  Olivia hasn’t come to the hospital since Emily was born.  Of course, having a baby keeps her busy, but Liam and I know it goes beyond that. Liv feels responsible for what happened and the guilt that she carries makes seeing Drake difficult for her.

“Yes, she asked to come.  I decided to give her some time with him by coming in to check on you.  Fabian and Emily are across the hall in the family suite with the nanny if you wish to pop in to see them.  I’m going to go sit with Olivia, join us whenever you are ready.”

Visits with Fabian and Emily always bring a smile to my face, even on hard days…especially on hard days. I pop in for hugs and snuggles before joining Liam and Olivia.

“Riley,” Olivia exclaims.  Rising from her seat she pulls me into a hug.  I’m still trying to get used to an Olivia who hugs.

“Hi Liv, it’s good to see you.”

“Of course it is,” she quips.  Motherhood has softened her, but she hasn’t lost her wit.  “So, tell me…what updates did this inept medical staff have to share today?” she asks.

“Not much,” I sigh, “small progress like every other day.”

“What more can we do?” she says, turning to Liam. “We need to bring in a new medical team, the best of the best.”

“My Queen, I assure you, Drake’s team is the best Cordonia has to offer.”

“Then look outside Cordonia,” she snaps.

I can hear the anxiety in her voice.  She’s here but she’s still struggling and taking charge is her coping mechanism.

“Liv, I am more than willing to bring in more doctors, I’d scour the globe for the best but…his care is not up to me.  Any decision to change doctors has to come from Savannah or Bianca.”

“They’re both twits,” Olivia retorts.  “Bianca can’t even be bothered to come here.”

“After what happened to Jackson, can you blame her?”

“You’re damn right I can! That’s no excuse not to be at your son’s side…your child! But what would she know about that…she abandoned them.”

Drake’s monitor starts to beep, and my eyes jump to the screen.  I know what to look for and his elevated blood pressure is a sure sign that our conversation is affecting him.  “Liv…we should take this somewhere else.”

Olivia frowns and I see the tears welling in her eyes.  “I’m sorry…I’m…”  Going to Drake’s side, she takes his hand and leans down to his ear.  “I’m sorry…I’ll stop.  Please calm down…I just want you to get better.”

I’ve never heard her speak in such a calming tone and to my surprise, Drake’s vitals slowly return to normal levels.

Liam looks at me with hopeful eyes. “That’s a direct response to stimuli if I ever saw one!”

I nod, unable to speak as I fight back tears. Liam comes to my side and pulls me into an embrace. “I’ll speak to Savannah but in the meantime, we will leave you two in peace.”

Olivia gives me another hug before they leave the room hand in hand.

Taking the seat beside Drake, I wrap my hand around his, rest my head on his shoulder, and settle in for our nightly talk.  Having a one-sided conversation felt awkward at first.  In the early days I did little more than tell him I love him and beg him to hold on.  I’ve gotten used to it now and talk as much as I can, hoping my voice will pull him from whatever darkness he’s trapped in.

“Everyone wants you to get better, but no one more than me.  I’m trying to be patient but it’s so hard, baby,” I cry.  “Every minute of those four years without you, I felt like I wasn’t really living…I built a life and moved forward but something was always missing…you.  And now I’ve been by your side for seven months, which is where I belong but…I still feel that void because you won’t wake up.  We’ve lost so much time already…I’m…I’m so sorry I left.  Even when you said you couldn’t be with me, I should have stayed…I should have fought for us.  Going our separate ways was never the answer, Drake.  We held onto the guilt we felt over falling in love, we held onto the pain we had cause Liam, we held onto all our own insecurities, and we let it drive us apart.  By holding onto the bad, we missed the bigger picture, we failed to see that the best thing to hold onto in life is each other.  I’m holding on now, Drake…I’m here and I am in this for good.  I love you with every fiber of my being and I can’t…I won’t…live a life without you in it.  I need you to come back to me baby.”  As my tears fall against the soft fabric of his hospital gown, I hear that beep and feel a mild sense of peace as I doze off at his side.

I wake in the morning to the blazing sun shining on my face and the sound of voices carrying into the room from the hall.  In a normal hospital, it wouldn’t be unusual, but in the private royal wing where Drake is the only patient, it’s not something I’m used to hearing.  Rising from my chair, I decide to go investigate, surprised to see Liam and Savannah having a passionate conversation as Dr. Hastings and the head nurse, Holly, look on.

“Savannah, you must see reason…I have complete faith in Dr. Hastings, but a second opinion could make all the difference.  I have a world-renowned neurological team on standby, ready to come to Cordonia.  You haven’t been here, you haven’t seen his progress.”

“Liam, you have to understand how hard it is for me to see my brother like that!  Being here everyday would be torture; I don’t know how you and Riley do it.  But I have been in constant contact with Dr. Hastings and I get the same updates you do. I understand the small progress gives you hope but that’s all it is…small progress.  I can’t just go on blind faith, Liam, I have to do what’s best for my brother…for all of us, and allowing him to hang in a medical limbo is not a life.”

I see the tears falling from Liam’s eyes, he makes no effort to hide them.  “What are you saying, Savannah?”

“I’m saying…I’m saying I think it’s time we let him go,” Savannah replies, breaking down in sobs.

“NO,” I scream, charging toward her filled with anguish and rage.  Liam wraps me in his arms to keep me from reaching her.  “You can’t do that!  I won’t let you do that.”

“It’s not your decision to make, Riley.  I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?  That’s all you can say?” I yell, giving into my rage. Savannah looks terrified of me, and she should be.  I sob, struggling against Liam’s hold on me, barely registering the sound of machines over my own yelling.  “You ran away and left him to worry about you for over a year, but he never stopped looking for you.  He never gave up!  How the hell can you justify giving up on him now?”

“It’s not giving up, it’s mercy,” she cries.

“No, please, no Savannah, don’t do this…don’t do this, please,” I wail as my knees give out.

“Look what this is doing to her…to me…” Liam cries as he struggles to hold me up.  “Look what it will do to everyone that loves him…Savannah, please…”

“Do you think this is easy for me?” she cries.  “I love him too.”

“Then give him more time, that’s all I ask.  Let me bring in another medical team. Don’t do this…”

 “Liam, I have t…”

“LET ME GO, I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE!”

My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest the moment the shouted words echo through the corridor, drowning out our own voices and cries.  I know that voice, I’d know it anywhere.  Looking around I finally see Dr. Hastings and Holly are gone.  Ripping at Liam’s hands, I free myself from his hold and race back to Drake’s room.

“I have somewhere to be, you have to let me go…I have somewhere to be!”

“Drake?” I gasp, paralyzed and frozen in place from shock.  I watch as Dr. Hastings, Holly, and two other nurses struggle to restrain Drake and I can’t tell if it’s real or just my mind’s trauma response to my fight with Savannah.

“He was awake when we responded to the alarms,” Dr. Hastings explains.  “We managed to get him extubated, but he’s agitated and disoriented.”

I try to make sense of what I’m hearing but I feel like I am in a daze.  “Drake?” I cry again.

“Nevin?  Nevin!” Drake shouts, ripping at his IV’s and fighting against the doctors’ hold.

The sound of my name from his lips breaks me from my trance.  “No, no, no,” I rush forward, full of longing to touch him and convince myself this is real.

“If he can’t calm down, we’ll need to sedate him,” Dr. Hastings says.

“No, No,” I shake my head, sitting down on Drake’s bed.  Clutching his hands in one of mine, I bring my other hand to his cheek.  “Calm down…you have to calm down.”

Drake shakes his head, disoriented and trying to talk between coughing fits.  “I needed to get to you…to the cemetery…I needed…”

I wrap my arms around him, and I feel the tension roll off his body as he relaxes into me.  “I’m here, I’m here…” I soothe, running my fingers through his hair.

“How?  When?” he asks as his body starts to shake with sobs.  “What happened?”

I pull back and cup his cheeks.  “Don’t worry about that right now,” I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m here, and I love you, and right now, you just need to stay calm and let the doctors check you out.”

Drake returns my kiss fervently before feathering kisses all over my face and pulling me desperately into his arms.  “Hold on to me…hold on to me…” he mutters as he cries.

“I will, Drake…I will…and I promise, I’m never letting go.”

[queenmiarys]

Good day people, I hope you all had a wonderful start to your New Year and it continues. I want to thank everyone who takes the time to read my work, and thanks to all who like it. Please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes

Book: TRR

Summary: Aliania returns to the Palace and she and Liam spend time together. The newcomer confesses her feelings to Drake.

Pairings: Liam x Aliania (mc), Drake x Riley (oc)-kinda

Rated:M

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Word Count 3, 025

All characters belong to pixelberry, but Aliania Perez belong to me

Warning: Strong sexual content, Drinking and deception. This content is for persons over the age of 18 and older. You are advised not to read if you're under the age of 18

Song inspiration for Liam and Aliania

I would like to thank @dcbbw for pre reding and doing some editing for me and giving me some good ideas, I really appreciate it.

Song inspiration for Liam and Aliania

Song inspiration for Drake and Riley

Blinded Lines, Part 2

Liam and I were in a weird place:Two days after making love, he announced that he was looking for a wife; he ended our relationship, saying that I needed to give Drake a chance. I can hardly look at Drake without feeling super guilty. I tried to be a good girlfriend to him, but I can't when another has my heart.

It’s been almost two months since the last time I was at the Palace. Drake and I were walking down the hall, and there he was looking all good. It looked as if Liam had been working out more or something. He stood with a dark headed woman named Riley, Drake told me as we approached them, whom I avoided speaking to. It seemed as if time had stopped. I couldn't breathe.

"Please, can someone get me some water?'' She said just before passing out.

Drake went to fetch the beverage, while Liam stayed with Aliania. He asked Riley to get Bastien.

"Aliania are you okay?”

"Thanks but I got it. Enjoy your little date."

"We need to talk, meet me in our room later? Please, Aliania.” before she could answer Riley and Bastien emerged.

"Are you okay Ms. Perez?" Bastien asked

"Yes, I think I just need something to drink, although I haven't eaten anything today. Oh, there's Drake now."

"Sorry it took so long, I got you something to eat and drink. I know you, Perez; when you are stressed you don't eat.”

Liam let Drake take over, after all she was Drake's girlfriend. He got up and walked over to Riley, wrapping his arm around her. My blood was boiling, I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see them

Drake and I made our way to his room, where I laid down for a while after I ate the food he got me; when I woke up, at 9pm, Drake was watching me sleep.

"Oh my God, Drake! I slept from 3pm until now?" Omg Liam, he probably thought I stood him up.

"I need some fresh air, I'm going for a walk. "

"After your episode today do you really think that's a great idea?"

"I'm okay."

"I can come with you." She placed her hand on his arm."

"Drake baby, while you’ve been amazing today, I just need some space please don't take it personally. "

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I wandered down the hall, and as I reached the east hall, I took a deep breath as I got closer to the door. I opened it, and there Liam sat shirtless, I must say he looked so sexy his muscles were more tone then before.

"Hey, my love, I didn't think you'd come. We need to talk.” He was wearing my favorite Creed cologne, while smooth jazz played softy in the background .

"Are you okay? Or did you just want get me away from Riley? He smirked

"I am okay as long as I got the job done, she's not really into you.

"How do you know she's not?"

"I'm pretty sure the way she looked at Drake when he returned says it all."

"Really? So you're not just jealous over her liking Drake?"

"I'm not, because I love you and only you."

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I haven't been able to touch you in almost two months! Please stay? I need you."

"I will, I miss you so much, let me just text Drake and tell him I went home."

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Riley sent Liam another text but still no response

She made it down to bar to see Hana and Maxwell already there.

It was late, and Drake found himself at the bar. Not alone; Riley and Maxwell and Hana were all there. Drake smiled a greeting to the others, feeling happy he had a chance to see Riley again

"So, where's Li?”

"I'm not sure,he's not answering my calls or text.

"So no Aliania tonight?" Max asked.

"She went home."

"Are you sure?" Max asked

"Beaumont, what do you mean?"

"I saw her car outside, that's all."

Maybe she took a cab." He didn't say anything to the others. but he had a feeling that his girlfriend was lying about something.

He tapped her a quick text

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"You like what you see?" Liam asked with a chuckle. "That's the third time you’ve looked at me like that."

"Well I must admit, you looking damn good." She smiled.

"Honestly, I been hitting the gym extra hard for last few weeks now." I try my best not to think of you and Drake and no matter how hard I try,all I see is him touching you and doing other things and it drives me crazy. "

"Honestly we only been together once since the last two months, I ended up stopping him right in the middle, you had announced that your looking for a wife, I had to really process this

"I love you too, but are you sure? I mean, I know you don't want to ruin my relationship with him, but I made this bed. I gave in to loving you, so I must face the consequences of losing my best friend."

"I believe he'll be mad, but there is a certain person who can pull him through, I'm telling you Riley really likes him, she likes you but it's not the same as Drake."

" It's okay, I don't have feelings for Riley meeting her in NY, I mean for most part it was to try to get over you, I didn't know Maxwell would convince her to come here."

"You really have no feelings for her?

"Aliania my love, honestly I only have eyes for you, I know what's expected of me but I don't know if I can do it if your not by my side.

"We've been here for over an hour. I'm hungry, how about you?"He asked.

"I could eat something. I want scallops, roasted potatoes, and mixed greens”. He looked up at her and smiled.” What? I didn't eat much today."

Someone brought the food up.

Riley watched from a corner of the hallway.

She remembered when Maxwell gave a tour, he said no one stayed in that wing of the Palace, but she was curious to whom was using it. Making sure no one was around, she pressed her ear to the door; she made out Liam's voice, but she barely heard the female's voice. Riley hung around the doorway for about 20 minutes until she saw a guard walking the wing’s hallway. He asked her what she was doing there.

She replied she had gotten lost, which wasn’t a total lie. When the guard led her to her room, she saw Drake was knocking on her door.

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"There you are Brooks, don't tell me you got lost again. Well, you'll learn.”

"Yeah, I was for a minute, but Spencer showed me the way.Thank you Spencer."

"So do you want to go get some real food? I heard a new American restaurant just opened up in the Square. It’s called Wayne's Chicken and Waffles.

"Sure,I’d love to. I really haven't ate much, because a certain someone stood me up for dinner." He won't even answer my calls or texts."

"It's something you might need to get used to; I mean, if you marry him he is the king and gets very busy at times."

"Do you think he's seeing someone?"

"Why would you ask such a thing?"

"It might be my imagination, but he seems kinda distracted. I don't have his full attention."

It crossed her mind when he changed. Liam was getting to know her, but today he cut their date short as soon as Aliania came around. But that couldn’t be the reason because Aliania was with Drake.

How could she choose him over Drake? Riley thought.

She and Drake ate, then went to the beer garden where they spotted Maxwell with a female.

"Drake, can we speak?" Max asked

"What's up, Beaumont?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing with little Blossom?

"What? We’re just friends, nothing more."

"Are you sure? I believe she likes you. I caught her checking you out the other day."

Drake tried not to look excited about Riley checking him out.

"Beaumont why don’t you and your date join us, you'll see for yourself nothing is going on. "

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After a delicious dinner, Liam and Aliania watched a movie before falling asleep. Aliania woke up around 2am. Liam had been watching her sleep for about an hour, sitting in a chair next to the bed. "Hey, why are you over there?"

"Just watching the most beautiful woman in the world sleep.I couldn't sleep with so much on my mind lately, especially you my love."

She smiled. "You've been on my mind as well. I can't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try. I had a dream that you married someone who wouldn't let you see any of your friends. This lady was so evil towards you. Drake woke me, saying I was cursing in my sleep. Don’t look at me like that, we didn't sleep together. He just thought I would sleep if he was there, and I did for a minute but after he woke me I couldn't go back.For weeks now this social season has been bothering me."

"I'm sorry to worry you, it's just I need to marry and have an heir; it would fulfill my duties, but what I feel for you is not just a duty, I'm actually in love with you." You consume my every thought. "Enough about that, let's focus the rest of our night on us."

Come here my love?" I miss everything about you, no other can compare."

She sat in his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her while caressing her breast. He moved his mouth, kissing her neck and nibbling her earlobes a whimper escape her, he continued to get her worked up, She felt her body relax under his touch. He scooped her up and took her to bed. Her eyes closed as he dipped between her legs.

It had been almost two long months of not touching her, seeing her; he wanted to make her never want anyone else but him. He worked his tongue before inserting his finger deep inside of her; he worked his finger making her come multiple times.

He knew what he was doing.

He smiled as she came a fourth time.

"Shit, Liam! You are an amazing lover. I want to taste you, please?"

Aliania wrapped her lips around him, stroking him up and down. She loved satisfying the man she loved. Liam looked in her eyes as she took him all in.

He was now ready.

He pulled her up and flipped her over, licking her from the back before he slipped inside. "Damn baby, you're so wet and you feel so good."

"Yes, my king! Oh yes! I missed you too.”

He had her lay on her back as he entered from the side. She loved every inch of him.

He pulled out and rolled off the condom. " I want to feel you, If that’s okay. I have another condom if you say no.”

"Yes, My king she said almostout of breath. I've been wanting to feel you.”

He slipped back in and she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled himself into standing position while holding Aliania in place,he could feel himself getting harder, he started lifting her up and down they both could feel every inch of each other, she closed her as his movement because more rapid and faster, he was definitely in the zone, she tried to protest saying she was too heavy, but he just laughed." My love, do you know I lift weights heavier than you? He said a little out of breath.

He walked the room while pumping inside her a few more times before he could feel his own release coming, Both collapsed on the bed after Liam laid her down. After all, Liam was 6'4 and she was only 5"3.

"That was incredible." Liam praised.

"Yes, my king it was."

"My love, please don't feel guilty. I can tell you that you do."

"Sorry, but I can't help it, my king. I mean, what we're doing is not right yet we can't stay away from each other.You can't stand to see me with him, and I can't stand to see you with any other woman. We need to tell him because I want to just be yours."

"I'm only yours, my love. I've tried to move forward, but as long as you're around I don't see that happening. I only see us getting married, us having children, us together forever."

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Riley and Drake returned about 4 am, both tipsy but not too drunk. Once they got to Riley's room, she stood for a minute.

"Thank you, Drake. My date abandoned me, and you came to my rescue. I know at first you hated me, but I hope we're good now."

"Brooks, why do you believe I hated you?”

"Well you're so mean sometimes Drake, I just assumed.”

"Look Brooks, I'm sorry if I made you feel any kind of way. I had to get to know you first. See, the world I lived in for all my life wasn't the best, so my walls are always up.”

She took Drake's hand. "Please don’t get mad at what I'm about to say?"

"What's that?"

"Ali doesn't deserve you, she's not good for you. How could she have a man as incredible as you, and not value you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

" But you just met her, Riley. You don't know her."

"I don't need to know her.I know plenty of women like her, and she doesn't deserve you.”

Riley stood on her tiptoes and kissed Drake; he pulled back. "Brooks, you know I have a girlfriend."

She let out a sigh. "I know, but I can't help how I'm starting to feel for you. I mean I've tried to fight my attraction to you, I've tried giving Liam a real chance. But honestly, his heart is somewhere else. It seems like he forces himself to spend time with me."

"Brooks, what are you talking about?"

"Well Liam is sweet, but he only kisses me on the cheek. I went to kiss him and he pushed me away, like he’s keeping me at arm's length because he's waiting on someone better to come along. He's canceled a lot of dates he's planned with me. It's like he's sabotaging finding a wife."

"Interesting, Brooks. Li is usually a smooth operator."

Drake laughed out loud. “Look, it's almost 5; I’d better be going. Get some rest okay?”

"Okay, I will and thank you for a good time. I wish we could have gone further." She winked before disappearing into her roo.

The wheels in Drake's mind started turning: The way Perez reacted when she saw Riley with Liam; how she had been behaving the last month. She had definitely been keeping him at arm's length. Since Liam’s announcement two months ago, Perez hardly wanted to be bothered.

He found himself at Liam’s door. Drake knew Liam got up around 5am, but no answer. He was still standing in front of the door when the maid arrived to do her morning cleaning.

"Good morning Estelle?" "Is Li having a meeting this morning?”

"I'm not sure, Mr. Walker. His Majesty did not stay here last night; I came earlier and his bed was not slept in.I just went to get a few things; since His Majesty is not here, we will deep clean his quarters.”

"Oh okay, I'll let you get to it."

It didn't make sense, Liam not in his suite.

Riley was with me, that's the only woman he's showed any interest in.

Perez had disappeared.

Max said her car was still here. She said she took Liam asked someone to take her home after what happened earlier

That explanation came through in a text that she had sent Drake after he texted her about her car. He got to his room, and crashed down on the bed, for a few minutes before taking off his clothes. He fell asleep, forgetting to shower.

Iit was now 5:30.

Riley on the other hand, couldn't sleep. All she could think about was who Liam was with.She also thought how nice it would have been if the kiss she laid on Drake had been returned. She thought of how good Drake must be in bed.

He was so fine. She could see his ripped chest through his shirt he wore.

Riley got up and made her way to east hall; this time when she got to the room, she was in luck. That was most definitely Liam leaving the room. But, she wasn't prepared for what she saw next.

Stunned and in shock, Riley stood with her mouth open in disbelief.

Aliania came to the door with a very revealing nighty on; there was no mistaking that they were indeed involved with each other.

Author's note: hello everyone I would like to ask what Riley's next move should be?

Confront Liam or Aliania?

Confront both?

Go to Drake?

If you don't like any of those ideas please, tell me your opinion of what Riley should do next you can inbox me or leave a comment.

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[dcbbw]

Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. Commoners Wife. 😘

Sorry (not really), I was thinking about it this morning and now I can’t stop lol

#My Meredith! Thank you so much for this ask!

I was going to throwback (it IS Thursday), but figured my readers have read through this incomplete series at least once.

I was going to snippet some of the WIP (Drake and Riley's wedding) I need to finish, but decided, naw.

So below is what the hell I pulled out of my ass while I should've been working at the job I get paid to do.

It's lemony, so giving it a blanket NSFW tag (but my smut is so rusty at this point, the story is probs safe for Bible study)

And here we go ....

The pads of his long fingers burn into her bare skin as he palms her full breasts; his lips whisper dry kisses along the side of her neck before drifting down the column of her throat. His hardened manhood, throbbing with need, presses insistently against a shapely thigh.

“I hear Lady Hana is staying at the Palace,” Duchess Riley Brooks-Walker states accusingly as she pours herself a cup of green tea.

King Liam looks over, his expression neutral but for the flash of annoyance in his eyes. “The Palace is home to many, Your Grace.”

The monarch has traveled to Valtoria for the duchy’s mid-year budget review, an appointment that has been on both their calendars since the beginning of the fiscal year. His eyes travel over the Duchess’ form, clad in a jewel-toned jumpsuit, before resuming his breakfast.

His large palms are splayed against her hips, his tongue blazing a southward trail along her midriff. Riley’s breath hitches as her legs spread open further. The faint aroma of her arousal reaches his nostrils and his ministrations become quicker, faster. Normally he is a leisurely lover, ensuring she reaches every peak and high she can consume before allowing himself release. But now is different; he feels the need to mark her as territory, claim her as property.

She allows it. They both need to be reminded to whom they belong.

“It’s not a good look, Liam. She needs to be housed in a duchy.”

The King laughs, though it is without mirth. “Currently, she resides in the ultimate duchy. And I see nothing wrong with her spending time in the Capital.”

His eyes narrow shrewdly at the Duchess who is using her fork to stab at her eggs. “You’re jealous,” he correctly deduces.

Her eyes lift and hold his gaze. “A single woman sharing the same roof as a single King who is searching for a wife? Tongues will wag, and rumors will fly.”

“Yet, you were fine with her at Ramsford.”

His shaft slides slowly into her entrance; he hisses at tight pink walls wrapping around his erection. Her legs are tossed over his shoulder and he turns his head to kiss her calf. Their dance, one older than time itself, begins slowly as he pushes into, then pulls his entire length out of her. Her hips undulate slowly against his groin, her nails scratching against random patches of skin. His scent fills her nostrils, causing her center to wetten even more.

“In case you have forgotten, Lady Riley, you are married. I am not. And as valuable as your contributions are to both Court and country … no one is looking to you to lead Cordonia. You could have been leading by my side, but again, that’s a choice you made.”

“I know both my status and my station, Your Majesty!” Riley responds snappishly. “I realize you need a wife and the country needs a Queen. All I am suggesting is that your search for one be conducted a bit more … discreetly.”

The King arches a brow. “Any potential courtships will be conducted as I see fit. I have to live with your choices, quite sure you can live with mine.”

The Duchess tosses her cloth napkin angrily, yet harmlessly against the table. “If you insist on keeping Hana at the Palace, whatever we are … whatever we have, it’s over!”

“The conversation perhaps,” the King partially agrees as he sips coffee.

The couple’s movements are frantic, almost frenzied. Slick skin slaps against slick skin as his cock sloppily slides within her slippery folds. Their breaths are gasps as they both feel their orgasms rising. His chest and back are marked and scratched, her neck and breasts are passionately marked. His fingertips dig into her buttocks as her legs slide down his body to lock around his waist. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back, spurring him on.

Muscles tighten, yells pierce the air, and stars explode behind closed eyes as they climax simultaneously. His seed splashes her walls, her juices coat his shaft; he collapses atop her, his breath ragged and hot against her cheek.

“God, I love you Brooks. The next two days in Lythikos will be the longest of my life,” Drake Walker murmurs against his wife’s shoulder before kissing her deeply.

Riley is grateful for the kiss; it swallows the answer she doesn’t have to give.

The Duchess leads the way to the formal library where the Cordornian Comptroller and the Duchy of Valtoria’s Financial Director await her and the King. Her strides are long and sure in her Louboutin stilettos; the King meanders behind her, his eyes trained on her ass as she walks.

“There is nothing between Lady Hana and myself,” he offers as both explanation and apology.

Riley stops, looking over her shoulder suspiciously at her monarch, her lover.

“I know I have no right to dictate who you see, but I’m still so in love with you,” she says softly. “I feel … I feel as if I’m losing you.”

Liam steps forward quickly, pulling Riley into a heated embrace, followed by a passionate kiss to swallow the answer he doesn’t need to give.

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Spring Writing Reblog Game Prompt 2

Answer for yourself or your MC (or whatever character you wish to!)

Answer in a reblog

Tag however many you wish to play along!

Describe your perfect spring day.

Tagging some people I think will enjoy it, no pressure to participate whatsoever! Please let me know if anyone wants to be added to the list for future prompts!!

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[angelasscribbles]

Wild Ride: A Bad Romance Prequel One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Leo

Rating: NSFW

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

Word Count:  2,503

A/N: If you've read Bad Romance you know who Riley ends up with in the end. If you've read Disney Adventure, you also know that there was a previous weekend with Leo that predates her meeting everyone else. (And she had no idea Leo and Liam were connected until the coronation). Disney Adventure references this weekend (many times lol), but goes into no detail. This is that detail. Or at least the beginning of it.

Way back in November of 2022, I posted a prompt wheel ask event to celebrate passing the 350-follower mark. That was 15 months and roughly 1,100 followers ago. I received 10 asks and completed 9 of them. (and 3 of those launched series, two of which have been completed to date). Here is the list of those asks with links to the completed fics.

This is the last of those asks. And it's only 15 months late. 😆

The ask was from @harleybeaumont and it was for Leo x smut x nightlife. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to answer all those questions I got about what exactly happened the weekend Riley and Leo met in my Bad Romance universe.

I credit @dcbbw for putting the idea of Riley and Leo in my head in the first place. I have loved writing their dynamic both here and in the Disney Adventure mini-series. I hope you all enjoy it as well.

My other stuff: Master List.

Leo Rys, former crown prince, and current international playboy, made his way through the crowd, searching for prey. The BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn Music Festival was one of his favorite New York events. All summer long, free, outdoors, and full of eligible, hot women.

He had been at loose ends since he’d abdicated the throne. Sailing around the Mediterranean on a cruise ship had been amusing for a little while… until he’d gotten his heart handed to him. Again.

He knew he should be doing something with his life, but he didn’t know what. Not yet. He would give himself a couple of years to have fun, then he would get serious about something.

Meanwhile, he was on the prowl for his next good time.

He spotted her next to the stage. The lead singer was eye fucking her, and she wasn’t discouraging it.

She was wearing a crisscross tie-dyed halter top, her hair spilling down her back in luscious dusky waves as she undulated her body while keeping her eyes locked on the singer.

His focus narrowed. Target acquired.

His eyes flicked to the stage. He was hotter than the lead singer, and he wasn’t stuck performing. His odds of pulling her attention were high. He liked his chances.

She didn’t see him coming. It was loud and her attention was occupied. She jumped when a voice spoke in her ear, “I can play the guitar better than that guy.”

She turned her head to say something snarky, but stopped when her eyes fell on the owner of the voice.

Hot as hell didn’t begin to cover it. He was a fucking Greek God is what he was. Blond hair, blue eyes, muscular build, grey T-shirt straining across his chest.

Blond wasn’t her usual type, she tended toward dark and swarthy. But in his case, she’d make an exception.

He looked like he worked out on the regular. He had dimples when he smiled. Broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, and barrel-chested. He checked several of her boxes.

And that accent.

Good humor sparkled in his ocean-blue eyes as he jerked his head toward the stage, then yelled in her ear, “I’m better looking than him, too.”

She flipped her hair back as she gave him an appraising look, then leaned forward to yell back, “Are you competing with him for something?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded his head vigorously.

“Yeah?” Her eyebrows raised, “What?”

He leaned down to put his mouth to her ear again. “Your attention.”

“You want my attention?” She yelled back.

“I do. You know what else I do better than him?”

“What?”

“Fuck.”

She laughed. “How can you possibly know that?”

He pulled out his cell phone. “I have references. Want me to call up a few old girlfriends?”

Her eyes ran over every inch of him before replying, “That won’t be necessary. I’ll give you an interview right now.”

“What would that entail?”

He had barely finished the sentence when she grabbed his face with both hands and brought her mouth to his.

Her tongue tangled with his, and he felt himself sinking.

She tasted like cherries and summer; her lips were soft and lush. Her tongue was insistent, demanding.

He kissed her back with everything he had.

When she pulled away, she grinned at him. “I guess that was okay.”

“Okay? Just okay?”

“I said it was okay. Take the win.”

“I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t expecting it! Can I have a do-over?”

“Tell you what,” she stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his chest, “Take me to dinner and we’ll see where it goes.”

“Fuck yeah!” Leo grinned as he grabbed her by the hand and led her away from the stage.

When they finally got far enough away from the music to talk normally, he introduced himself. “I’m Leo. What’s your name?”

“Riley.”

“Nice to meet you, Riley. What do you want for dinner?”

“Food is usually good.”

“All right, smartass. Food it is!” He stopped next to a red ninja motorcycle and handed her a helmet. “Ready?”

“Nice bike!” She said appreciatively.

“Thanks. I like it.” He put his own helmet on and fastened it.

She climbed onto the back of the bike with his help and wrapped her arms around him.

His abs were rock hard. She snuggled closer appreciatively.

He started the bike, flipped the kickstand up, and leaned into it as the bike surged forward.

Riley squealed in delight as the bottom dropped out of her stomach.

He stopped the bike in front of Fred’s Pizzeria.

She pulled her helmet off and hit him in the back. “Pizza? I can’t eat pizza!”

“Ow! Why not?” he asked as he pulled his own helmet off.

“I’m allergic to tomatoes!”

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry! We can go somewhere else!”

“Nah,” she jumped off the bike with a laugh, “I’m just fucking with you. I’m not allergic to anything.”

“I…what?” he laughed.

She was already at the door. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “You coming or not?”

He shook his head as he climbed off the bike. This girl was trouble with a capital T.

Good thing he liked trouble.

The pizzeria was crowded, so they ended up eating outside, sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk. The conversation was light and flirty, the looks they exchanged were steamy and anticipatory, and the tension that filled the air was thick and thrilling.

“Hey,” he wiped a smear of marinara sauce from the corner of her mouth, “Do you want to get out of here and go for a ride on my bike?”

“Didn’t I already do that? Isn’t that how we got here?”

“All right wiseass, would you like to go for another ride on my bike? Maybe do other things on it…”

“Other things?” Her eyebrows shot up in interest. “What other things?”

Leo jumped to his feet and reached back for her. “Well, come on and I’ll show you!”

She took his hand and before she knew it; they were on his bike again, speeding through the waning evening light, heading away from the city and toward the shore. Cool, ocean air caressed them as they flew down a coastal highway and then a dirt road. He drove around a barricade and brought the bike to a stop on a small, private beach. 

Removing her helmet, Riley shook her hair loose as she asked, “Wasn’t that a no-trespassing sign back there?”

“It’s fine,” He assured her as he pulled his helmet off and tossed it carelessly on the ground before climbing off the bike. “I know the owner.”

He caught her as she slid off the motorcycle, his hands going around her waist as her body bumped into his. He didn’t release her, instead; he pulled her closer. With a cocky grin, he told her, “If you don’t want to make out with me, you’d better say so now.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his grin. “Oh, I was beginning to think you were too chicken to make a move.”

“Too chicken?” He laughed in surprise. This girl had a way of challenging and surprising him, and he liked it. A lot. “I’ll show you too chicken!”

His lips crashed against hers, his grip tightened around her body, and his desire for her became evident as he pressed his body closer to her.

She responded to him as darkness dropped across the beach. One leg went up and wrapped around him as her fingers gripped a handful of his hair. Her head tipped back as his lips traced warm kisses down her neck.

He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before moving up to nip at her earlobe. She smelled amazing; she tasted amazing, and he needed more. Much more.

His hands worked quickly but gently to pull one item of clothing after another from her body, until she was bare in front of him, her sun-drenched skin gleaming in the moonlight. “My god, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out as he renewed his exploration of her now-naked body. His fingers trailed across silky skin, his tongue caressed taut nipples, and his warm breath sent shivers chasing down her spine. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, pleased with how she trembled under his touch.

“Don’t stop now,” she admonished him, lurching forward to yank his shirt over his head. She gave him a teasing smile before leaning forward and running her tongue up the side of his neck. “It’s only fair if we’re both naked.”

“I cannot fault your logic,” he laughed as he stumbled out of the rest of his clothes. He liked the way she didn’t sit still and wait for his next move. This girl was a firecracker, and he couldn’t wait to watch her explode.

There was nothing between them but the night air as he pulled her back into his arms. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked as she slid out of his arms toward the ground. A moment later, that question was answered as she took the length of him into her mouth.

His hands sank into her hair, his eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back with a heartfelt, “Oh, fuck!”

For several long moments, he lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over him. His entire body tingled from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. She was good at it. Too good. “Stop!” He placed one hand on her forehead and pushed her gently away as he stepped out of her reach.

There was a mischievous, almost predatory glint in her eye as she stood back up. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’re not going to last?”

“Fuck, yes…” he drew in a ragged breath as his mind spun with ideas. His gaze landed on his bike and his eyes lit up with delight. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward it. “Come here.”

“What are we—"

“Hold on,” he put the bike on its center stand and swooped her off her feet.

She was still shrieking with surprised amusement as he deposited her on the seat, facing him. He gave her a confident smirk as he pushed her legs apart and knelt before her.

“I like where this is heading,” she arched her body toward him in invitation.

He did not disappoint. This was a man who knew how to deploy his tongue. Her body twisted and withed as she struggled to keep hold of the bike and not topple off of it onto the ground. The soft warmth of his mouth on her most intimate place filled her with heat as the salt air caressed her exposed flesh.

With an expert flick of his tongue, she lost control and slid forward toward the ground as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her body.

She was still throbbing from the orgasm when he scooped her up, put her back on the motorcycle, and hit the start button.

His voice was rough and low as he told her, “Turn around. Straddle it like you’re driving it. Trust me on this.”

She prided herself on her willingness to try anything once. Twice, if I like it, was her motto. She turned so that she was facing forward. Leo scrambled on behind her. His arms circled her waist as his breath brushed against the side of her neck. “Now, hold on to the handlebars.”

She did as she was told, gripping the handlebars to maintain her balance as his hands ran freely over her body. She turned her head back to receive his tongue in her mouth. He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear, “Now lean forward, rub that pretty little pussy against the fuel tank and rev the engine.”

Oh, that was something new.

She pressed her body forward as he entered her from behind. He moved slowly at first, sinking into her an inch at a time. The synthesis of him moving inside her, combined with the vibration of the bike pulsing through her clit, sent spirals of pleasure rippling through her body. She controlled the strength of the vibration with the throttle as Leo’s thrusts became faster, harder, and deeper.  

She let every inhibition she had fall away as she screamed her release into the deepening night. Ecstasy throbbed in her center, then spread in fiery hot ribbons throughout her entire being as the top half of her body arched off the motorcycle, her head coming to rest on Leo’s shoulder as her lower body rubbed against the smooth metal of the tank.

Her complete and utter abandon pushed him over the edge with her. The sound of her cries in his ears, and the sensation of her clenching around him as a squirt of hot liquid coated his cock, destroyed any vestige of control he had left. With one last savage thrust, he exploded inside her with a guttural roar.

“Goddamn,” he gasped when he could speak again. “That was fucking amazing. Marry me?”

She laughed as she turned her body around so that she was still straddling the seat but facing the opposite direction.

He scooted back a little to give her room and once she was fully turned around; he moved back and pulled her into her arms, raining kisses down the side of her face and neck and dropping them along her shoulder.

She squirmed happily under his affections. “I think marriage might be a bit premature.”

“Fine,” he huffed, pretending to take offense. “But at least come back to my room with me. I have more tricks up my sleeve.”

She hooked her arms around his neck. “That I can manage.”

Forty-five minutes later, they were back in his hotel room. She was in his shower, and he was on the phone ordering room service. She requested chocolate sauce and whipped cream and damned if he was missing out on whatever she had planned for those.

He hung up the phone and flopped down on the bed, hands tucked behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander a little. He knew they had just met, but he was completely bewitched.

She was mesmerizing. Her fire reminded him of another woman, the one that he hadn't been able to get over. In his whole life, there had only been two women he had been remotely interested in holding onto, and both had slipped through his fingers. Katie had married someone else, and Liv might be in love with his brother.

He had come to realize that his infatuation with Katie had probably been nothing more than a rebound. How does one move on after being dumped the night before you were planning to propose?

He pushed those thoughts away.

Tonight, he had Riley to focus on and he was determined to show her the time of her life.

Who knew? Maybe it was the beginning of something great.

[ao719]

If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter!

Thank you for the ask @liaromancewriter and also @bascmve01 and @kristinamae093, and @tessa-liam and @imjusthereforliam who tagged me 💕

The amount of anxiety I had trying to think of 3 random facts about myself is probably not normal.

1. I was born and raised in New York. I live in the south now, but I’ll always be a New York girl at heart.

2. I have a weird obsession with British royal history. I’ll watch documentaries and tv shows, read books, etc. My dad makes fun of me that I can’t name all of the US Presidents but can name the royal family’s entire line of succession and spew random facts about them off the top of my head.

3. I used to swim competitively

Edit because I forgot to tag people (sorry if you’ve already been/did it, and no pressure): @sincerelyella @deb-1106 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @foreverethereal123 (if I had to, so do you 💀🤣) @sfb123 @emkay512 @superharriet @dcbbw @belencha77 @mom2000aggie @queen-arabella-of-cordonia and anyone else who wants to play!

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Riley's Choice (part 1)

(A The Royal Romance Fanfic)

So @angelasscribbles and @dcbbw did this thing where they took the same opening sentences and built a short fic around them. Both of their stories were fantastic and you can access them below:

Untitled - by dcbbw

I do: a TRR one-shot - by angelasscribbles

I asked @angelasscribbles if I could write my own version and I came up with Riley's Choice. It's Royal Romance related and features Drake, Liam, Riley and other characters.

Rating : Mature for sexual themes and coarse language.

Word Count: 3000+

Song inspiration: Safe - George Michael

Lose Myself - Robot Koch (ft. Delhia de France)

. Riley's Choice .

“Are you really going to marry him?” he asked as his fingers traced invisible circles across her skin.

“Yes.”

She laid on her stomach, her cheek resting on her crossed arms.

He studied her face intently, as if he could read her thoughts if he concentrated hard enough, “Why?”

“Because I love him.” She said, feeling annoyed.

“But what about us?” he asked, his fingertips trailing down her arm.

“There is no us,” she replied irritably as she turned her back to him.

Looking around his dimly lit hotel room, and the way that both of their clothing was scattered around, he chuckled sarcastically, “Bullshit. There was a whole lot of us being naked and doing things just half an hour ago. So don't tell me there's nothing going on between us.”

Flopping back against her pillow she covered her face with her hands and sighed with an apologetic whine, “I'm sorry. When he showed up at my door and told me that he was breaking off his engagement to Madeleine… I totally wasn't expecting him to invite me out to The Statue of Liberty and whip out this huge diamond ring and propose.”

Drake reached over to brush the dark hair away from her forehead and Riley lowered her hands and looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I didn't know what to say. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest and all I could think of was that if I said ‘yes' that I’d never have another chance to be with you.”

Cupping her cheek he swiped away a stray tear with his thumb, “So then what? Did you just run away without giving him an answer?”

Riley shrugged, rolling over into his waiting arms and snuggling against his chest. “I could tell by the look on his face that he was mystified by my stunned expression. He must have taken it as me being overwhelmed, cuz he put the ring away in his pocket. He said he'd give me a few days to decide.”

Drake gave her a gentle squeeze and kissed her on the forehead, “I have to admit that when you showed up at my door I was quite surprised.”

Riley mumbled into his chest, her finger tracing circles around his nipple. “When I got back to the hotel I panicked and wanted somewhere to hide. With someone I'd feel safe.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he enjoyed the warm tingly sensation her words spread through his chest. “You feel safe with me?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, “I always have.”

Drake sighed, trying to ignore the stimulating stroke of her fingers on his skin, “But you said that you're going to marry him, and that you love him. You can't have both of us. You need to choose.”

Riley pushed away from him and saw the sad look in his eyes. “I certainly care for him. And he obviously hasn't lost his affection for me despite all that's happened. He wants to marry me and make me his Queen. He's offering me so much, and anyone would think I'd be crazy to turn him down.”

Drake rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, his voice quiet, “And since the only thing that I can offer you is my love…that's not enough, I guess.”

Riley felt a warmth spread through her chest and a sob constricting her throat. His confession washed over her, bringing fresh tears, she managed a croak. “You..you love me?”

Drake sat up in bed, turning to look at her, his own eyes shone with raw intensity, “Of course I do. With all the time we've spent together during these past months, you have no idea how badly I’ve been fighting everything I felt inside. I knew we couldn't just be friends. But there was already enough scandal hanging over your head, and I didn't dare show my affection in public. But now that Tariq has publicly released you from any blame, you're free to be with whomever you want. But damn it, Brooks... Riley, I love you and don't want to let you go. Please don't marry Liam.”

“Oh, Drake,” Riley whispered, happy tears streaming down her cheeks. “I love you, too.”

But when Drake smiled back, reaching out to pull her into his arms again she pulled away, shaking her head. “We can't do this…I..I have to go.”

Drake watched her climb out of his bed and start gathering her clothes.

“Riley, please. Don't go,” he pleaded throwing back the covers, and standing between her and the door.

Sniffing back tears, she struggled back into her underwear and shimmied back into her dress, “I have a decision to make. And I can't do it while I’m with you. Your strong arms, your….your everything, drown out all coherent thought and I lose myself.”

Drake folded his arms across his chest, looking disarmingly delicious in all his nakedness, “And since when is that a bad thing? Suddenly you don't feel safe with me, huh?”

“Aren’t you worried that we'll get caught together?” she hissed, bending down to scoop up her shoes.

Drake shook his head. “Not any more. I don't give a shit what he thinks. You're free now, and he has no claim over you.”

Riley tried to step past him, but Drake got in her way. She defiantly looked up at his determined frown, “If I’m so free, then get out of the way.”

Drake shook his head slowly, reaching out to cup her face gently in his hands. “Not yet,” he whispered, leaning in. “I need to kiss you goodnight.”

Riley's protest died in her throat as their lips met. He's in no rush and the gentle pressure of his mouth as his hands slid into her hair, made her whimper and go up on her tiptoes to return the kiss. When she dropped her shoes and tried to wrap her arms around his neck, hoping to deepen the kiss, he stepped back. Riley felt dazed as he gently wrapped her hands in his and held them to his chest.

“Do you still want to leave?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as she gazed up at him. His desire for her to stay was clearly written all over his face.

“I..I…,” Riley stammered, her lips still tingled from the kiss they'd shared. “I don't know anymore.”

Drake smiled leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Good, because if you'd let me. I'd like to show you that you're already mine.”

Riley gasped as a shivering thrill buzzed through her veins. When his lips found her neck she felt herself go weak in the knees. Wrapping his arms around to crush her to his chest, she clung to him as he carried her back toward the bed.

“Stay with me,” he rasped between kisses as he lowered her down to the mattress. His hands caressed up her outer thighs, pushing up her dress, as his mouth moved down into the valley between her breasts.

Riley dug her hands into his hair, giving it a pull. “Yes,” she moaned as his fingers found the lacy edge of her panties.

Drake drew himself back, bracing his arms on either side of her hips and looked down at her tousled hair, half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Damn you're beautiful,” he whispered.

With a giggle she brushed her mussed up hair away from her face and struggled to sit up on her elbows. “No, I’m not. I probably look like a mess right now. No doubt my make-..”

They're interrupted by the sound of Drake's phone buzzing on the bedside table. With an unhappy grunt, Drake climbed back off the bed to answer it.

“If that's Beaumont, I'm going to strangle him,” he muttered.

Riley got up off the bed and straightened her dress, “But what if it's Liam?”

Drake glanced at her, holding his finger to his lips. “It is,” he whispered.

She nodded, sitting back down on the bed.

He took a deep breath, and swiped his thumb across his phone screen and exhaled as he answered it.

“Hello?”

On the other end of the phone line Liam's voice sounded agitated, “Hello..Hello Drake?”

Drake sucked in a breath faking a yawn, “Well yeah, who else -..”

“Riley's missing,” Liam interrupted, “Have you seen her?”

Drake glanced at Riley sitting on the other side of his bed, “Not lately, why?” he lied. “What do you mean by missing?”

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and then Liam said, “I proposed to her earlier this evening, but she didn't say yes. When we returned to the hotel we went our separate ways, but just now when I went to her room to talk to her she didn't answer the door.”

Drake scrubbed his hand through his hair trying to think of something to say. “Well maybe she's with Hana… Jesus, Liam you proposed to her right away? What about what's her face?”

“Countess Madeleine, has left the hotel and is probably arranging her flight back to Cordonia.” He answered, sounding irritated. “But right now I’m more concerned about Riley. I’m hoping before we return home that she and I can…talk. I'm guessing my proposal caught her off guard and she's rather overwhelmed by everything that's been happening .”

Drake turned and looked over at Riley, “No kidding she's likely shaken up by everything. We just found that bastard Tariq, and no matter what he said, the media is still going to be asking questions. And what if it leaks out to the press that you’ve already proposed again, so quickly after ending a freaking international engagement tour? They're going to question everything that's been happening since the coronation. So for the sake of Riley's feelings, I think you could give the woman some space to decide what she wants to do with her future.”

Riley nodded slowly, tears in her eyes. She mouthed a silent, “Thank you.”

Liam was quiet for a moment on the other side of the phone line, forcing Drake and Riley into an awkward and uncomfortable silence. When he spoke again Drake nearly dropped his phone.

“You make a good point, Drake, perhaps I have been a little hasty. I appreciate the fact that you and she have become close friends whilst I’ve been preoccupied with the engagement tour. I’m glad Riley has had someone sympathetic in her corner to support her emotionally. Perhaps now you can help both of us.”

Drake can't help but feel his skin crawl a bit at the sudden calmness in Liam's tone. When he looked over at Riley he felt guilt curl its cold fist into his gut. He knows. Somehow Liam knows that Riley's with me right fucking now…

“H – how can I help?” Drake stammered.

“If Riley's truly hiding from me, perhaps she'll be more receptive to an invitation from my best friend. Can you pass along a message that I'd like to have breakfast with both of you tomorrow?”

“Where?”

“In my room,” Liam replied. “Since I’ve interrupted your sleep and you still need to contact Riley, let's meet at 10 am. Is that alright?”

Drake sighed, and rubbed his hand down his face. So much for giving Riley a few days to decide. Now he's using me to force her to choose in a few hours.

“Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Goodnight Li.” Drake grumbled, hanging up.

Drake sat down and tapped out a quick text message to Riley's phone, half expecting to hear the notification sound come from inside his hotel room. But he didn't hear anything. With a groan of defeat he flopped back onto the bed.

“Well, now we're fucked.” he mumbled.

Riley got to her feet, feeling panicked. “What? Why?”

“He’s desperate to see you. I just lied to him and he knows it. And to put the final nail in my coffin, he just invited the both of us to breakfast in his room tomorrow.”

Riley paced the room gathering up Drake's discarded clothing and tossed them into a pile on the chair. “Well I guess that settles it then, I better go.”

Drake turned his head to look at her, “What are you doing?”

“I ..I'm leaving.”

“No, what are you doing with my clothes?” he chuckled.

Riley stopped pacing, but her eyes continued to search the room. “I’m sorry. I tend to tidy things when I feel stressed. In my mind I’m fighting my urge to just set everything on fire and run!”

Drake got up from the bed and held her still by the shoulders. “Trust me, I know how you feel.”

Riley looked him up and down, “Can you at least put on some underwear, you're very distracting when you're naked.”

He stepped back, “Oh right, sorry.”

Riley turned around and went over to look out the window while he got dressed. “You said that you know how I feel,” she said with a sigh. “What do you mean by that?”

Drake tucked his shirt into his jeans and then walked over. He stood a few feet behind her, and shoved his hands into his pockets. He wanted to hold her, but now that they were dressed any kind of intimacy between then had passed. “You don't know Liam like I do. You've only seen the Liam he wants you to see."

Riley turned around, “Why do you say that? He's only been kind and loving to me.”

“Liam's the product of his Royal upbringing, the good and the bad. The sweet, kind and loving Liam that he portrays to the world comes from the nurturing of his Mother. He's been groomed since childhood to become the King of Cordonia one day. He was supposed to be further down the hereditary line after his older brother and his heirs, but now he's been forced to step up and fill his brother's shoes early.”

Riley nodded, “Yes, I know. So what's your point?”

“Up until this social season the heavy weight and responsibility of becoming king hasn't been so much of a concern for him. But now it is, and years of influence and manipulation by your father tend to change a person.”

Riley looked down, feeling sad, “Oh. Poor Liam.”

Drake shook his head and stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently lifting her chin. “No, no. Poor us. Don't feel sorry for him. Now that Liam has the power of being king, he will try to use the weight of his duty and responsibility and twist it around until you feel the weight of it too. He’ll try to make his problems yours, and force you to feel guilty if you don't do what he wants you to. And while you wrestle with that guilt he'll bring up the ‘I'm your King’ argument and basically compel you to obey."

Riley is shocked by the honesty on his face, “My God, you're not joking. He's been manipulating you for years, hasn't he?”

Drake sighed, dropping his hands from her and turned away, “He hasn't been cruel about it, we've been friends all this time, but the Crown has been looking after me for years. Now that he's king, that fine line between best friend and loyal subject is blurred all to fuck.”

“But your situation isn't the same as mine. I can still make the choice to walk away from everything. Leave him, Cordonia.”

Drake whirled around to face her again, smacking his hands together and pointing to her for emphasis, the sudden noise makes Riley jump in surprise, “That's my point! You have to use your freedom to choose as your advantage. Don't let him force you into a marriage just because he needs a queen, and he says he “loves" you. Don't feel obligated to fix his mistakes.”

Riley was struck speechless for a moment, her mind buzzed with what Drake had told her. “I have to think about this. But if I go back to my room now, I know I won't be able to sleep. I..I don't want to be alone either. And if he shows up at my door….”

“And if you stay here with me it's damned incriminating for both of us.”

Riley sucked in a deep breath and then let it out, “Ok, now what?”

Drake picked up his phone, “Go freshen up in my bathroom, I'll text Hana to meet you outside your room. I'll escort you back there when you're ready. Hopefully we can avoid being seen by any of Liam's security detail along the way. The longer he thinks you're missing the better."

Riley paused on her way to the bathroom to glance over at Drake. He's looking down at his phone, tapping out his message to Hana, and when he glanced up he gave her a little smile. “It's going to be okay, trust me,” he said.

Riley nodded and then closed the door behind her.

….

Drake slipped on his suit jacket and shoes as Riley returned from the bathroom. The items in his inside pocket, although not heavy in weight, reminded him of their significance as they rested against his chest. When he looked at Riley the ring in the box made him feel like a fool for having hoped for their future, and the antique compass he had purchased for Liam as a wedding gift fed his gnawing guilt for looking at Riley at all.

“Ready?” he asked, feeling less than ready himself.

Riley nodded.

He opened the door to his hotel room, popping his head out to see if anyone was around.

Nobody.

He paused a moment longer to listen.

Still nothing.

Blocking the door open with his shoulder, he looked back to Riley, holding out his hand.

"Ok, we're good to go."

Riley grinned as he took her hand and led her out into the hallway.

"So we're holding hands now, huh?"

Drake chuckled quietly as the door clicked shut behind them, "Just for now. I feel like if I let you go, you're going to run away and get lost."

"Ah, you're sweet. But I am capable of showing you where my room is without being tethered to you like a balloon on a string."

Drake mumbled, "Jeez, and they call me the snarky one."

He looked both ways down the hall, "Which way is your room?"

Riley pointed in the direction of the elevators, and they headed that way.

"Room number?" He asked.

"908."

Drake stopped suddenly, throwing Riley off balance and she let go of his hand.

"You mean our rooms aren't even on the same floor?" He asked, confused.

"No, why?"

Drake shrugged, "I just thought we did, that's all."

When they resumed walking Riley joked, "Oh Drake, even the King of Cordonia can't book a whole floor of a busy Manhattan hotel for his entourage. Good luck with that. This isn't Cordonia, it's America, nine out of ten people here don't even know that your little country exists."

"Well they need a world geography lesson then. I know Maxwell has a room on this floor with me. That's why I assumed you might be on this floor too."

Riley smiled, patting him on the arm, "Who do you think told me where your room was?"

Drake's eyes went wide for a moment as Riley pushed the up button for the elevator. "You don't think he knows that we..." he dropped his voice lower as he looked around, "Does he know you came to my room?"

Riley shook her head, "No, he told me about our room assignments earlier in the evening. And when Liam and I returned to the hotel I didn't see Maxwell at all when I was on the way to see you."

Drake was suddenly aware of how loudly her voice echoed down the empty hallway, and he felt paranoid that one of the many doors would crack open. When the elevator arrived and the doors opened he felt relief wash over him.

Hana's standing in the elevator dressed in silk pyjamas with a cotton tote bag hanging on her shoulder, she smiled and said, "Oh, hey there you two. What's up? I got your text."

Riley rushed over as they entered the elevator and gave Hana a hug, "Oh, Hana. I'm so glad to see you. I'm in need of the kind of company only a best girlfriend can provide."

Drake reached past them to stab the button for the ninth floor. He suddenly felt like a third wheel in the girlfriend hugfest. "I hope my text didn't wake you, I know it's late."

Hana shook her head, "No worries, I wasn't in bed yet. I was actually thinking about inviting Riley over for a girls' night anyway."

Riley beamed, "Oh I'm so glad, I've had enough guy drama for the evening. Please tell me you've brought snacks."

Drake frowned, "Thanks a lot. Nice to know our time together was so satisfying ."

Hana looked between Drake and Riley and noticed the way they were dressed, "Your time together? Were you two out on a date?"

Drake shifted his gaze back to Riley, "Not, exactly. It was more like an unexpected hijacking."

Riley smirked at him as the elevator doors opened, "Yeah, I crashed your evening pretty good didn't I."

"Oh, you crashed it really hard, a couple of times." He chuckled .

Hana grabbed Riley by the hand, "Uh..I think we have something we need to talk about, in private. Come along Riley. Goodnight, Drake."

"Goodnight, ladies. Oh, and Brooks. ..don't forget our breakfast at 10am."

Once Riley and Hana had left the elevator, Drake stabbed the button for the lobby. A whiskey at the bar was calling his name.

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