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dcbbw · 2 years

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Crash (Quote Me on This)

This story is my submission for the Quote Me on This challenge, hosted by the always lovely @riseandshinelittleblossom. My quote: The trouble is you think you have time will appear in bold.

My pairing for this fic is Sock Game Liam x Riley B. You should know that this was not my original idea for the prompt; I was thinking of revisiting my Secrets of Cordonia AU and making Annabelle Beaumont the lead character, but while researching whether roosters are allowed within city limits (they are not because roosters crow, thus violating a noise ordinance), I thought of the DC AU gang.

I ran it past a hastily thrown together Panel of Experts and the answer was a resounding NO. Thus followed pleas, negotiations, and promises that this a one-time AU and a true one-shot.

THANK YOU, Panel for your reads and suggestions, and for not revoking my cards and memberships to the SGL Fan Club.

THANK YOU to all who will read this story. Your likes, comments, reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Word Editor rates this work at 97%. Asking for grace with the medical terminology; my knowledge is limited to Grey’s Anatomy.

Song lyrics are from Pink Light, covered by Marika Hackman and I own no rights.

Nearly all characters belong to Pixelberry

Word Count: 3,383

Song Inspiration: Possibility, Lykke Li

Warnings: Descriptions of car accidents

The trouble is … you think you have time.

But you don’t.

None of us do. Not really. A universal complaint is never having enough hours in the day, never enough time to complete the tasks and chores, meet the deadlines.

The fact of the matter is time is always passing. Seconds into minutes into days into weeks into years. Time is in constant motion, and even when it stops for you, it’s moving for everyone else.

I’m lying in my bed, cellphone in my hand and head propped by pillows. My finger hovers over Liam’s name as I purse my lips. Why am I being such a simp and wimp about this?

Because it’s Liam.

I’m ready to go all in with him. I’m ready for the relationship … ready to be his girl. His woman. Farts, fights, make-up kisses, breakfast in bed at 3pm, morning breath. I’m ready for all of it.

I think.

Because with all this comes sex.

And sex changes everything for me.

It’s easy now to be in love with him while there’s no strings, no sex, and I stay in my lane: We can laugh, joke, flirt, make out, embarrass ourselves and there are no consequences.

We can have the deep conversations and exchange of secrets, we can give each other drunken kisses, we can call each other bitches … and nothing changes. We both still show up the next day, ready to do it all over again.

Once we have sex, once we make the commitment … there’s a nakedness and vulnerability that makes us both susceptible to judgement and criticism that wasn’t present before. It’s easier to walk away because the anticipation is gone, replaced by expectation.

You have to meet expectations.

It’s happened enough times that I know I don’t want it to happen again. Men I’ve had history and friendships with had absolutely no issues stomping my heart, dismissing my feelings, and walking away from me. As if I’m without value and not worth the effort of decency and respect.

So I let it happen again I loved someone who's indifferent That's why I can't sleep at night That's why I keep sleeping in

As long as I remain single, I’m independent, confident … a catch.

But it’s Liam. I’m in love with him. He says he’s in love with me.

There's a pink light in my apartment It comes mid-morning as a reminder That at the right time, in the right surroundings I will be lovely, but I can't help thinking

Shaking my head impatiently, I dial his number. He picks up on the second ring.

“It’s late, Riley B. What’s up?”

His tone is distracted, and I hear the clacking of a keyboard.

“Are you still at work?” I ask incredulously.

“Making the big bucks so I can pay rent and take care of my best girl, duh!”

“Seriously, Liam … it’s late!”

“Not that late, but it has been a long week. Already at 68 hours this week and it isn’t even Friday Eve yet.”

I feel guilty and stupid and selfish. I’m worried about telling him my feelings, and he’s working his ass off to provide for me. What woman would second-guess that?

Me. I’ve mis-read the signals before. Every time before.

“Hopefully you’re taking some time off soon.”

“I do plan to utilize my weekend.” A brief silence. “Are you okay? Not like you to call past your bedtime.”

I giggle softly even as butterflies run amok in my tummy. “I wanted to know if you could meet for lunch tomorrow. I -I wanna talk to you.”

“About?” he prods.

“Us.”

“You know what? I’m at a stopping point and headed to you right now!”

“It’s late, you’re tired, and probably haven’t had dinner. It can wait until tomorrow.”

“HAH! I had a honeybun and Mountain Dew around six. And I am never too tired for you, love. I’ll stop and get McDonalds for both of us. See you soon.”

I am unworthy of this man.

He hangs up. I glance at my reflection in the mirror and make a face.

I’d better get ready.

A half-hour later, I have taken the world’s quickest shower, straightened the bed, slapped a wig over my hair, and put on lipstick. My phone rings and I rush to answer it; I know it’s Liam.

It isn’t Liam.

It’s the hospital. A nurse addresses me by name and informs me that I am the emergency contact for one Liam Rys.

She mispronounces his last name. I don’t correct her.

She asks my relationship to Liam.

“I’m his girlfriend,” I answer slowly. Words I have never said to Liam, I am telling a total stranger.

“There’s been a car accident. A serious one. Mr. Rys is in critical condition, and we need permission from an immediate family member to perform emergency surgery.”

“Which hospital is this?”

“Sibley Memorial. I’m Nurse Pickens and the surgeon is Dr. Ramsey. Miss Brooks, time is of the essence here.”

She gives me a direct number to call back on; I look for a pen, but all I can find is a Sharpie. I scribble the number on the palm of my hand.

“I’ll let his brother, Leo Rys, know. He’ll call you shortly to grant consent.”

I hang up, feeling an icy cold permeate my body. Time is decelerating, and every movement is in slow motion. With a shaking finger, I dial Leo’s number. It rings three times before his sleep-filled growl fills my ear. “Riley, what’s up?”

“It’s Liam,” I manage over the catch in my throat and tears in my voice.

I can’t see Leo, but I imagine him shifting to an upright position; I hear the rustle of bedsheets, his voice murmur to Madeleine, and when he speaks, his voice his more awake, fully alert.

“What about Liam? What happened?”

Haltingly, I tell him what the nurse at the hospital told me. I hear his phone clatter as it drops to the floor.

“Leo?” I ask in a wavering voice.

“I’m calling now. Are you okay to drive here to pick me up?” His voice is both curt and harried.

“Yeah,” I manage through fear and tears.

“I’ll be out front.”

When we arrive at the hospital, Liam is already in surgery. Leo and I meet with police officers who tell us a woman, drunk and high, ran a red light at the intersection of Rhode Island Avenue and 4th Street, NE at an incredibly high rate of speed.

He was less than five minutes from my apartment.

The uber driver, who had the right-of-way, was halfway through the intersection when the collision happened. The vehicle carrying Liam was t-boned. The impact was so great, Liam was tossed to the other side of the car; his height, weight and the speed of his trajectory caused the rear passenger door to be broken open, and he was tossed headfirst onto the concrete.

They give us his possessions: cellphone, wallet, keys, briefcase. They will keep us informed on the legal proceedings to follow.

Two long hours later, we meet with the surgeon; his expression is weary and defeated. Liam has a skull fracture: brain edema and numerous cranial bleeds. One of his arms is broken, as well as one of his legs. The muscles in his other leg have deep lacerations from shrapnel and glass fragments.

He isn’t breathing on his own and is in a deep coma not medically induced.

Leo runs trembling fingers through his hair as he listens. “He’s an organ donor and a DNR,” he says softly in response.

Dr. Ramsey nods, stating he will make notes in Liam’s chart.

I sit tall and straight in my chair, shock and disbelief my constant companions. How did we get here? It was supposed to be like any other visit. I’m supposed to be teasing Liam about those godawful fish sandwiches he loves and fighting him for his fries.

Instead …

I feel time stop, but it’s only for me. The surgical unit is still busy: nurses answering phones, the wounded coming in on gurneys and portable hospital beds. Leo and the doctor have moved to a corner of the room, speaking quietly; I see him occasionally nod his head.

Tears fall from in my eyes. I feel Leo lay his hand on my arm, and I look up at him.

“He was leaving the office. I told him he needed dinner because it was so late and you know he hadn’t eaten,” I say in a halting monotone. “He was going to bring us McDonalds.”

Awkward silence.

“We need to make some calls,” Leo chokes out as he swipes the back of his hand across his eyes.

Leo calls his parents and sister, who will be on the first flight out of Logan. They’ll get a rental car at National Airport and meet us here.

I call numbers in Liam’s contact list: Thomas Mendez, Donna from HR, Penelope. I didn’t hesitate to call his ex; I may have more of Liam, but she had more with him. She deserves better than to hear a soundbite on the morning news.

Leo and I leave the hospital; I drop him off. Before he exits the vehicle, I ask him about our immediate circle.

“Madeleine called everyone. They’ll meet us later this morning at the hospital.”

I say nothing; instead, I pull off and make my way to Liam’s apartment. But when I get there, I can’t bring myself to go inside his building. I put on my hazard lights and stare up at his darkened windows until the sun rises.

It’s now been three days since Liam’s accident.

It’s been a routine of home and hospital. I am at the hospital at 7am, and sip tea while I chat quietly with Constantine and Eleanor, who have been there since 6. By 8am, the gang has arrived as well as Urthula, Thomas Mendez, and Penelope.

More people want to come visit: Liam’s staff, his basketball buddies, co-workers, but the hospital is already bending the rules by allowing so many of us to see him.

I remove myself from the crowd, and stare out of windows, overhearing snatches of conversation:

“He’s the best damn attorney I have ever had the pleasure of working with. He has a GIFT for the law, and he makes it all look so easy, y’know?”

“Remember when you two were teenagers and got in that brawl in the front yard? And the entire neighborhood came to watch? Poor Mrs. Saunders, you boys traumatized her for a month!”

“Liam was so good to me. If it weren’t for that partnership, we’d still be together!”

I have no idea what others do when they are visiting with Liam. Somber expressions and rigid postures walk in; tear-streaked faces and defeated slumps walk out. Liam always smells of warm water and soap after his parents’ visits.

It’s my turn to visit with him.

I sit on the rolling stool placed next to the hospital bed. The room is quiet except for the hum and beeps of machines. He lays against white sheets, his dark, dark hair a stark contrast to the pillowcase. His blackened eyes are closed, his jaw slack. Tubes snake out of his mouth. His pallor is pale and ashy.

“Good morning,” I say with forced cheer as I place his slack hand in mine.

No response.

“You know, you owe me a lunch when you get out of here. And you missed out, buddy … I was gonna treat you that day.”

I smile tearily at his limp form. “I guess I can tell you what I wanted to talk about.” I draw in a shaky breath. “I’m in love with you, and I am so ready to be your girlfriend. And for the yin and yang tattoos you keep insisting we get. Just so you know, I’m yang.”

Nothing. The spikes on the electronic graph stay the same. The numbers telling his vital signs remain the same.

Nothing changes.

I choke back a sob. “You know, if this were a movie, THIS is the part where you mumble, ‘I knew it!’

I sit holding his hand, chattering about how hospital socks have no game at all as my eyes take in his features until a knock on the door lets me know my time is up.

There's a pink light in my apartment It comes mid-morning as a reminder That at the right time, in the right surroundings I will be lovely, but I can't help thinking

That maybe if you stayed For an hour or two When the sun came up When I last saw you Maybe if you'd seen The soft pink light I wouldn't be Alone tonight

The doctor is in the waiting area when I exit Liam’s room, clipboard in hand and a somber expression on his face. We all look at him, eyes filled with hope and wariness.

They want to take Liam off life support.

The swelling in his brain is not subsiding and is now causing herniation. The burr holes were ineffective against so much bleeding. The broken leg isn’t healing, and he may never use the other leg due to deep laceration to key muscles. Even if he were to awaken from his coma, it was more than probable Liam would be and remain in a deeply vegetative state. His quality of life would be both poor and costly at best.

Eleanor looks tearfully at her husband; Constantine’s expression is stoic, his jaw clenched. Leo looks helplessly at the floor. Lena has turned her back on us, her shoulders heaving. Our closest friends look at each other with horrified expressions.

Noooooo

Thomas strides to the doctor, yelling that he isn’t giving Liam enough time, that comas can last anywhere from a few days to a few weeks.

The doctor reiterates that Liam’s brain is dying. His injuries are too severe. There’s nothing more they can do.

My skin feels as if red fire ants are crawling everywhere on my body; it stings and is itchy. My eyes fill with tears and I’m beginning to hyperventilate. I’m no longer sitting in the hard chair.

No.

I am ash and flesh and blood and bone splattered across the gleaming linoleum floors of Sibley Hospital.

I’m losing my best friend of 10 years and the only man who’s ever loved me. Who’s ever been in love with me.

Oddly enough, my only thought at this time is who will get his socks.

And then, time stands still.

I bolt upright in bed, my body clammy with sweat and my heart racing in fear. My stomach is filled with rocks, and dread flows through my blood. My hands paw frantically through wrinkled bedsheets until I locate my phone. My breathing is heavy and labored as I quickly dial Liam’s number.

It rings one, two, three, four times. I’m screaming for him to pick up.

He does.

“Riley B?” he questions in a voice thick with slumber.

I glance quickly at the digital clock on my nightstand.

3am.

“LIAM!” I scream. “I -I-I have to see you!” I stammer in a voice filled with sheer panic.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” Concern and worry thread his tone.

“I’ll be fine once I see you,” I sob in relief at hearing his voice, knowing he’s home.

That he’s safe.

“Oookay … I’ll catch an Uber or a cab or something. I can be there in 15.”

“NOOOOO!” I wail in fear. “I’ll come to you. RIGHT NOW!”

I hang up before he can say anything else and toss a hair bonnet over my uncombed hair. I look down at my black camisole and bare legs. I spy a pair of black yoga pants on the floor. They’re still kind of clean and I slip them up over my legs and hips. I shove my feet into my bedroom slippers, grab my purse and phone, and run out the door.

I pull it shut but don’t bother to lock it.

Maybe if you stayed For an hour or two When the sun came up When I last saw you

On the curb, I look twice both ways up and down the street. I live on 12th Street NE, an extremely busy crosstown road. There’s a section between Quincy and Otis, my cross street, that is curved and basically a blind man’s bluff for both motorists and pedestrians.

Of course, cars don’t slow down.

It’s DC. Move or get hit.

But it’s the middle of the night; except for a couple of cop cars at the 7-11, the street is deserted. I notice the streetlamp I am parked beneath has gone dark. Safely across the street and inside my car, I see that my hands are still trembling. After starting the car, I put on some music to help calm my nerves.

I place my palms on the steering wheel in the classic 10-and-2 stance.

Get yourself together, girl. It was just a dream. A really bad dream.

The phone rings, and I answer it immediately. I already know it’s Liam.

“Riley B, what is going on? Are you certain you aren’t hurt or in trouble?”

I pull in a deep breath, but my voice is still shrill. “I just need to see you, Liam. I can explain when I see you, but I promise you I’m okay.”

He heaves a deep sigh. “How long before you get here?”

“Ten minutes at the most.”

“I’ll meet you outside. It’s late.”

I nod, even though he can’t see me and hang up.

I glance up at the street. Empty.

I don’t look in the rearview mirror. I don’t hear the bus deadheading to Brookland station due to music and conversation and horrible visions still lodged in my brain.

If only the bus were headed in the opposite direction to Fort Totten; even with his headlights off, I would have seen it.

I pull out just as the metrobus pulls up on me. I brake hard and try to reverse; the driver jerks his steering wheel as his brakes squeal against asphalt.

In the wrong direction.

He jerks towards me.

There is a horrible screeching of metal on metal; I see my front end crumple and fold as if it were paper. My eyes widen as the bus continues to push into my Armada and my car pushes into me. Into my body.

My SUV is pushed back, and there is a sickening crunch of metal as it hits the large tree I had parked next to.

There is pain as my window shatters, raining glass over my face and neck and arm, and metal pushes into my calf and thigh.

I scramble to back away from the driver’s door, but the console blocks me. I try to lift my leg, but it’s weighted down. I try anyway and let out a scream filled with pain and anguish.

My neck jerks backwards as I am pinned inside my vehicle. I feel blood spurting from my thigh, and I briefly wonder if it’s my femoral artery. I can’t process it because I’m becoming weak and light-headed. My vision blurs, but I’m not crying.

The pain is everywhere and I’m so tired.

I hear the police sirens, and someone calling for an ambulance. I close my eyes while I attempt to control my breathing.

So I'm living inside my mind I keep retracing that storyline Thinking, if I start again I can change the way it ends

I see Liam:

Lying on his side in my bed, his cheek propped on his fist, smiling lazily at me as he watches me stare at his broad shoulders, and muscular bare chest.

Standing next to me in his kitchen as he studies a Youtube cooking video, ignoring the fact I’m already cooking the meal.

Arguing with me in my living room while I roll my eyes at him with my arms folded across my chest.

A luminous smile on his lips as the backs of his fingers caress my cheek. “I’m in love with you, Riley B,” he whispers.

And then everything goes black.

Maybe if you'd seen The soft pink light I wouldn't be Alone tonight

The trouble is … you think you have time.

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 4 years

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Catharsis (Prologue)

Okay guys this piece has been very dear to my heart, so please be kind. That being said, I will likely be slow to update this one.

Summary: After almost 7 years of marriage, Maxwell Beaumont finds himself facing a new chapter in his life.

Disclaimer: I do not own PB characters, just borrowing.

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I can't really tell you the exact moment that I knew my marriage was over. There was no inordinate scene, no explosive moment that I could point to and say "Yep. That's when it ended."

I know this because as I lay sprawled across my mattress for the umpteenth time since it ended I've been slowly, agonizingly replaying every moment of my life since I met her searching for it.

Our love burned white hot in the beginning and somewhere along the way it didn't anymore.

The day that Riley asked me to move out, I understood her reasons. Hell, I even agreed with them. We both knew that it was over. Both accepted it. Neither of us blamed the other, our time together was just finished and it was as simple and as complicated as that.

I'd be lying if I told you, however, that it didn't disappoint me. If I told you it didn't feel like another in a long list of impressive failures I've racked up over the years. If I told you that even though I felt generally better about my life than I had in quite some time, that I didn't cry about it - a lot.

Bertrand said that sometimes losing a spouse to divorce can be worse than losing a loved one to death, because the spouse still remains-just not with you. I don't know if I believe that, but I know that most days I just feel hollow inside where memories of Riley and I used to live.

Hana said I should take this time to reflect on myself. She said I should make a list (Hana is all about lists). I should try new things that make me happy.

And that's when it hit me like a forty pound bag of bricks- I don't know what makes me happy. I don't know a damned thing about me.

I was three for three on the best seller's list thus far. One about Cordonian political circles that everyone was surprised by. One, fictional though loosely based in fact, about courtly intrigue. And one- the first, The Royal Romance - the story of how Riley and I came to be.

Writing, I suppose, makes me happy. It's how I earn a living and being able to live certainly makes me happy. Actually earning it for myself is a better feeling than I ever imagined it would be. So it was laying starfished on my bed, staring at the ornate ceilings of all the Beaumonts past that I had this epiphany. Write your journey to healing, Maxwell. Write yourself whole again.

Earnest Hemingway once said, "Write hard and clear about what hurts."

I hope that I can achieve that.

So I guess there's nowhere to start but the beginning. My new beginning, and I will do my best.

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zaffrenotes · 3 years

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Tag List Update

It’s that time again - it’s been almost a year since I updated my lists, and seeing as I’m wrapping up one series (Kairos), prepping for RODAW, picking up old series, and deciding what new thing I want to work on next, I want you to be able to read the things you want to 💙

Comments and/or reblogs are good (and I appreciate every single one of them!), but I've made up a form that will hopefully make things easier. Listing perma/book tags below the cut; to avoid repeating names by listing every series, I'm mentioning everyone that's been tagged for at least one book/series to opt in on what you want.

If you're seeing this post but you weren't tagged and you want to be on a taglist, hello! and click the link below 😊

If you've been tagged but you're no longer into my writing, ignore this post and the form; I'll remove you from tags once I close submissions. There won't be any hard feelings - I know tastes change over time, and I don't want to annoy you with a story you no longer wish to read

You can always hop on or off a list later, this is just my attempt to stay organized

Form will stay open until Sunday, 25 July, 11:59 EDT. After that time, I'll update lists accordingly.

These are included on the form, but here are 50 words or less "snapshots" of my WIPs and upcoming series:

Non-Choices

(last updated November 2020) The Exchange: Daniel Henney x Reader thing where you meet Daniel Henney at an informal gathering

(last updated June 2021) To Ruined Friendships: Logan Delos x Reader potential miniseries where you set aside years of friendship with Logan to see the side of himself he rarely shows the world

Ride or Die

(last updated July 2019) Mixtapes & Milkshakes, Side A: through a series of flashbacks via mixtape, Jin recounts her time with the Mercy Park Crew and the two boys she fell for (Logan x MC, Colt x MC)

(TBD) Mixtapes & Milkshakes, Side B: AU where Logan recounts his summer with MC (Lana) while he listens to an album

(last updated February 2020) Mixtapes Hidden Track: open series of one shots between Logan and Jin as they repair their relationship

(last updated July 2019) Prologue to Breathe Hope Love Live: 3-part introduction to an AU where Ellie tries to start a new life on the East Coast, but she’s still in love with Logan and Colt

(TBD, August 2021) RODAW 3.0: fic, edits, crafts, and other submissions for ROD Appreciation Week

(TBD, August 2021) Untitled AU: series adjacent to Mixtapes (Hidden Track) where Logan learns how to love & be loved as he and Jin rebuild their relationship and start a family

The Royal Romance/Royal Heir

(last updated November 2018) Crimson Snow: gangster AU where Liam is part of the Yakuza. IDK when this series will actually begin

(last updated February 2020) Deja Brew: prologue posted; coffeeshop-esque AU that will incorporate Friends quotes/prompts that will loosely follow events from TRR Book 1, if everything had taken place in New York

(last updated August 2020) Elpida: TRH AU set 20+ years in the future, where Eleanor “Teddy” Rys returns to Cordonia to be crowned Queen. Technically complete but I've been asked to write more

(last updated July 2021) Kairos: nearly completed Wacky Drabbles series/AU where Riley asked Liam about the one that got away. Liam recalls his time with a woman named Elia, and their time together one summer

(last updated July 2021) Love is Patient: possible Wacky Drabble AU/miniseries where Liam and Trina had a chance meeting as kids and pretended to get married. 20 years later, Trina’s summoned to Cordonia because Liam can’t be crowned king without a wife. Can two relative strangers fall in love and prove their love is real in time?

(last updated October 2020) Morpheus Dreams: snippet posted; soulmate AU set in a post-apocalyptic world where dreams only occur when you fall asleep in the arms of your soulmate. burnsoslow’s Alyssa Devereaux from Remember Two Things will be on loan

(last updated October 2019) Morsels: miscellaneous one shots following You Are the Reason series, where Liam and Trina navigate married life in between ruling as monarchs, raising kids, and finding moments of time for themselves

(last updated September 2019) Serendipity: college AU where TRR characters exist, but Cordonia doesn’t and they don’t have noble titles. Liam shares a kiss with Trina within minutes of meeting her, and spends the rest of the semester getting to know her

(last updated December 2020) Sojourn: AU comprised of one shots after TRR Book 2 events, where Trina accepted Liam’s proposal on the condition that she goes to law school before they marry. Drake becomes her roommate/extension of the Kings Guard for protection while he also finishes his degree. Chaos sometimes ensues; precursor to You Are the Reason

(last updated April 2019) You Are the Reason: series occurs after Sojourn, where recent graduates Trina and Drake officially return to Cordonia. However, unknown forces try to keep Trina from marrying Liam. Some parts of TRR Book 3 will be included

(TBD 2021) Untitled Summer Love/Wacky Drabbles series: AU where Cordonia doesn’t exist/no one has noble titles. Liam and Drake take a long overdue summer vacation, where they meet an interesting pair of ladies, under odd circumstances. Will there be more than one summertime spark?

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#tag list update #cleaning up my lists #could this post BE any longer?#does this count as my WIP Wednesday post?

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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1.1k Celebration: Sleepover :)

Hiii I just reached 1.1k followers and it’s my 18th birthday in a few hours so I’m celebrating with my first ever Sleepover :))) This is a follower celebration so it would be cool if you followed me to participate but anyone can join in on the fun <333 This sleepover starts on the 9th and ends on the 12th <3

Send me any of these !

Send me a “💓” and I’ll give you a blog compliment!

Send me a “🎁”and an blurb request about any character/person you choose: (Dylan O’Brien or any of his characters, any Teen Wolf character, Tom Holland, Peter Parker, any The Royal Romance (Choices) character) and I’ll write it for you!

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It would mean a lot to me if you reblogged this post so more people can participate <3 Thank you again for 1.1k followers and for making my experience on tumblr so positive, I’m really excited about the new fics I have in store for you. Love yall!!

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twinkleallnight · 1 year

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Hi..

Suggest me something...

I wrote the late fic of Thanksgiving Dralivia... I have another ask from peonierose about fall season...

I have something in my mind as a sequel to Dralivia..

But we r already in Christmas mode...

What should I do...

Write n post by tomorrow or leave it for next fall?

Tags: @3pawandme @alj4890 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @bebepac @busywoman @dcbbw @gkittylove99 @harleybeaumont @iaminlovewithtrr @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14 @nestledonthaveone @neotericthemis @mom2000aggie @phoenixrising0308 @princess-geek @riseandshinelittleblossom @secretaryunpaid @sfb123 @sillydg @tessa-liam @tinkie1973 @txemrn @walkerdrakewalker @yourmajesty09

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Updated Tag List

Here is my updated tag list. (from when I asked over a month ago.. oops)

If I missed anyone, please let me know. 🥰

⭐️⭐️⭐️ And while I have your attention... I know I am sooooo behind on reading/reblogging everyone’s fics and responding to your comments or reblogs on my fics. I promise it’s not on purpose! Life has been A LOT lately and I’ve had some personal stuff going on that’s keeping me from reading and writing as much as I’d like to. I just can’t seem to get in the right head space with everything going on. (not trying to get pity! lol) But I promise I’m going to write as often as I can to continue my series. I so appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my fics and those who comment/reblog. It really makes my day 💕

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@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @angelasscribbles @xpandass420x @tessa-liam @nestledonthaveone @yolandawalker @lovingchoices14 @queenmiarys @txemrn @twinkleallnight @differenttyphoonwerewolf @persephone13 @3pawandme @phoenixrising308 @peonierose @bebepac

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 4 years

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Hoping for Home Ch. 10.1 - Everything has Changed

Summary: Sixteen years ago Libby Scott was supposed to become Queen of Cordonia, but Fate had other plans. Catch up here.

A/N: As always please let me know if you wish to be added or removed from the tags!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the TRR characters, they own me.

Song Rec for this Chapter: “Everything has Changed” by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

Tags: @ao719@ritachacha @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @emichelle @lodberg @pedudley @blackcoffee85 @drakesensworld @thequeenofcronuts @kingliam2019 @dcbbw @desireepow-1986 @princessleac1 @dianalend @valtorian-duchess@maxwellisangry @texaskitten30 @bbrandy2002 @burnsoslow

Cordonian safe house - 16 years ago

Libby brought the roll of gauze to her lips, crudely ripping it with her teeth before tucking the end into the makeshift bandage she'd made for Drake.

"Do you remember the last time I patched you up after a fight?" she asked.

"How could I forget?" Drake snorted. His eyes grew stormy and his body stiffened as the memory washed over him.

"I've got a couple of regrets in life, but punching Tariq after what I saw that night...not one of 'em."

"We thought out problems were big then."

"Scott...taking a hit for you was as worth it then as it was tonight."

Libby's jaw went slack but she corrected it directly. Her fingers were still trembling a bit as she ripped off a piece of medical tape, securing the spot she'd just tucked in.

"How's that?" She squeaked through her dry throat.

"Good as new. You did great."

"Drake, I owe you my life. If you ever need anything-"

"Nah, you just owe me a shot. Though, for the record, I prefer whiskey to bullets."

Libby placed her hand on Drake's knee, brow furrowed.

"I'm serious, Walker. I've never had a friend that would take a bullet for me. It….it means a lot."

His eyes snapped to her delicate fingers and she jerked her hand back, embarrassed.

"I've always got your back, Scott, no matter the stakes."

"I know, it's just….I've never...had that...before. I've always just had to, ya know...rely on me." Libby rubbed her knees together awkwardly, eyes fixed on the floor.

Drake's calloused hand covered hers and she turned her head to look at him.

"Not anymore. You can always count on me."

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Valtoria, Cordonia - present day

"Superfecundation," Hana explained matter-of-factly.

"It's the fertilization of two ova by the sperm from separate acts of...well you know. It's rare, and usually it just leads to run of the mill fraternal twins since the father is generally the same man.."

Libby shook her head and stared down at the callused hand she was holding. Sometime during her flood of emotions she'd grabbed hold of Drake's hand and now, she noticed, she was gripping it with white knuckles.

"Sorry, Walker." She said softly, loosening her grip but not letting go.

"S'okay." He replied, patting her forearm.

"So we're half-siblings?" Emma's eyes were wide, holding her brother's gaze.

"It would appear so." Liam clarified.

Olivia shook her head. "Leave it to you, Libby, I swear. Only you could manage such a rare occurrence."

She chuckled, waving her hand dismissively.

"Well it's not like she was trying," Maxwell defended.

"I'm...I'm so sorry. To everyone. Emma, Will...I," Libby took a step towards her children, grasping each one by the hand.

"You don't have to apologize, Mom. Now we know, and that's all I care about." Will answered. He turned to face Maxwell.

"So should I call you Dad?"

Maxwell's eyes went wide and he exhaled loudly.

"I'm...okay with that, but I mean it's not a requirement of you aren't...okay with...that."

Will nodded, "I think I'd like to."

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Libby rested her elbows on the smooth stone of her balcony rail, staring out into the Valtorian countryside. The wind whipped her long locks across her face obscuring her view, but she didn't seem to notice. Tears played at the edges of her eyes.

For almost two decades she had avoided thinking about who had fathered her children. She had done her absolute best to put Cordonia far behind her.

From the moment she'd stepped off the plane with Drake and Maxwell all those years ago, Cordonia had changed her. Something about this place made her feel reckless. It did then and the longer she was here the more she could feel it now.

She'd allowed herself to get swept away by it's charm and the trappings of courtly life and something about it all had made her love too freely.

She most assuredly was not naive enough to believe that after all this time she was still in love with either Maxwell or Liam - she didn't even know who they were anymore, honestly - and yet she found herself in an all too familiar predicament.

When Liam was around, her heart would race. Her palms would sweat and she could feel herself getting pulled into him. It was intoxicating, as if she would give her whole self to him if he asked, even knowing she'd regret it the next second.

Then there was Maxwell. She longed for him. Pined for him like a lost puppy. Just the sight of him across the room made her breathing hitch. It made her head fuzzy and clouded her judgement.

She would give up her life for him, unequivocally. There was nothing stopping them now from running off into the sunset like they had wanted to years ago, but maybe it was too late for that.

Liam was married and she had no idea where Maxwell stood and those were the facts.

To complicate things further, adult Libby - who should have matured enough to not give in to her every whim - had this thing with Drake.

What was that? A thing. She had sought refuge from her life several times with Drake over the last two months, but that's all it was right? A distraction.

She buried her face in her hands.

"Fuck your love life, Elizabeth. This isn't about you. It's about your children. Stop acting like a thirteen year old girl at a school dance." She thought.

"Am I interrupting?" Drake's voice broke Libby from her thoughts and she spun on her heels, her skirt flying around her knees.

"Jesus, Walker you almost gave me a heart attack."

Drake snorted, jamming his hands in his pants. "I have been known to have that effect on people."

Libby rolled her eyes and turned back to her view.

"How ya holding up?"

"I'm okay. It's a lot to digest, but I'm glad that we know, ya know? So many more questions now, though."

He nodded silently, sidling up next to her.

"I guess you're gonna stay then? I mean you're out of your mind if you think Liam is gonna let you take Emma out of here now."

Libby glanced at him. "But you're gonna go back to the states…"

"That's the plan. I mean I may want to stick around until everyone is settled. Lend a hand where I can."

"Is it as exhausting as it sounds to feel totally responsible for everyone and everything around you at all times?"

A brief memory of camping in France washed over her. She had teased Drake, as had the rest of their motley crew, for being so bossy. She had begged him to relax and enjoy the view.

She grinned remembering it as he appeared to be relishing the view from her balcony now.

"You're not funny, Scott." He said it with a straight face, but Libby heard the levity.

That evening Emma stood in front of the boutique mirror. As she stared at her reflection with one eyebrow cocked, she smoothed the front of her simple burgundy ball gown. This was her life now, forever. She was a crowned princess.

She heard someone from behind her clear their throat and she turned her head.

"Hey Abel."

"Your Majesty," the young man dipped into a bow.

"Please," the princess rolled her eyes. "Don't you start."

Abel peered up at her with a wide grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

Emma giggled. "Do you think they'll accept me? I mean….I am basically a foreigner...and a bastard. Do you think people will accept me as their future queen?"

"Forget that bastard talk. The king won't allow it, I'm sure. You are his daughter, Em. He hasn't stopped smiiling about it since this morning. The people will accept you because their King and Queen accept you."

Emma sighed. "I thought fitting in at my high school was tough."

"Knock knock."

The pair faced the door to find Bartie and Will sauntering in.

"Another day another ball, amirite?" Bartie snarked.

"I suppose we'd better get used to it." Emma concurred.

"What's this one for again?" Will asked.

Abel cleared his throat, "this is the Festival of Lights. Since my parents have been running this duchy in your mother's absence I haven't missed one yet and it's my favorite. Although I'm probably biased."

"Basically the whole duchy sends off paper lanterns," Bartie explained. "When you let it go you make a wish for your future."

"But you also must let go of something from your past." Mckenzie finished, rounding the corner. "And speaking of your past….I just heard Dad and Libby talking about a press conference or something tonight. I don't think King Liam wants to wait to tell the world about the results."

Will looked at his sister who turned away.

"That doesn't seem very fair. What if we aren't ready for that."

Emma wiped a nervous tear from her cheek. "Guess we'd better get ready real fast."

Will shook his head. "Fuck that."

He turned, stalking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" His sister called.

"To find my parents. And to have a word with your father."

#hoping for home #hoping for home au #liam x mc #maxwell x mc #drake x mc #princess emma of cordonia #will beaumont of ramsford #riseandshinelittleblossom fic

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zaffrenotes · 3 years

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[TRR] Sweet Surrender

As @wackydrabbles ramps up to celebrate 100 weeks of prompts, this week’s question is in the form of a writing challenge: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words?

Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).

This was ra request by @superharriet - I hope you enjoy it 💙Takes place not long after Gimme A Break, using all 300 words.

Taglist: @ao719 @blackcatkita @debramcg1106 @gibbles82 @hustacks @ofpixelsandscribbles @smalltalk88 @the-soot-sprite // @aestheticartsx @bbrandy2002 @burnsoslow @choiceskatie @darley1101 @dcbbw @gardeningourmet @iplaydrake @liamxs-world @rainbowsinthestorm @riseandshinelittleblossom @superharriet @texaskitten30 @theroyalheirshadowhunter @alyssalauren

“I cannot believe you’re making me do this,” Katrina groaned, taking the microphone from Liam’s hand.

“It’s this or three more weeks of Ronald Bilius Weasley.” Liam leaned over, draped his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her temple. “My little Won-Won.”

Their friends chatted and laughed in the room, as Harriet clicked through lighting effects. She settled on a sequence and sat back against a faux leather cushion, offering a grin to Katrina.

Katrina returned a smile to her new friend, a mid-semester international transfer student in her literature class. She stood on the X on the floor and waited for an image to pop up on the opposite wall, heart racing as Liam punched numbers into a remote. Soon, a punchy electric guitar intro filled the room, followed by a drum beat. She waited for the words to appear, and belted out the lyrics in time, closing her eyes each time she had to hit high notes, shaking her head at Liam’s song choice.

I believe in a thing called love / Just listen to the rhythm of my heart / There’s a chance we could make it now / We’ll be rocking till the sun goes down / I believe in a thing called love

Drake shook his head as Katrina rocked out to the song, taking a seat next to Liam. “Remind me again why we’re doing karaoke?”

Liam smiled, taking a swig of beer from the bottle in his hand. “Because I love it when I win,” he grinned. “Told Trina I’d call her Weasley for a month, because of a thing, and she surrendered after a week! This was a compromise.”

“You’re weird, you know that?”

Liam shrugged. “Maybe, but look at her!” They both paused to watch Katrina’s air guitar solo. “I’m falling for her.”

#wacky drabbles #wacky drabble prompt #wacky drabble dribble #widdle wacky drabble #trr fanfiction #the royal romance fanfic #trr au fanfic #the royal romance au #the royal romance college au #trr serendipity series #trr liam x mc #liam rys x katrina bailey #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #hey queue

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twinkle-320 · 4 years

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The Climb

This is my submission for the Quote me on this challenge. The quote I was given appears in the mood board below and is bolded in the fic.

This is my first fic on tumblr so I am a little nervous. I tried really hard to keep it to 1000 words but admittedly went a bit over (1490ish 😬).

Since my writing is new you can Meet my MC here.

Song for this Drabble: “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus

Warning: light language and suggestion of lemon

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@riseandshinelittleblossom @leelee10898 @ao719 @darley1101 @theroyalrookie @bobasheebaby @texaskitten30 @batgirlassociationofgothamcity @burnsoslow @drethanramslay @openheart12 @candy72008 @bebepac @twinkle-320 @h3llostrang3r @lucy-268 @dcbbw @oofchoices @blackcoffee85 @anotherbeingsworld @walkerswhiskeygirl @twinkleallnight @trappedinfandoms @hopefulmoonobject @losingbraincellseveryday @god-save-the-keen

Drake woke to the sun streaming in through the windows of the master suite in Valtoria. Blinking to adjust to the harsh light, he noticed the drapes had been pulled open and a breeze flowed in through the French doors that had been left a jar. When he turned to reach for his wife, instead of her warm, soft skin, he found a ball of fur where their corgi Fletcher lay sleeping in Riley’s spot. Pulling on the pajama bottoms he had left folded at the bottom of the bed, Drake slowly made his way to the balcony, stretching the sleep from his body.

Outside, as he suspected, he found Riley already dressed for the day, curled up on the comfy outdoor sectional with her usual chai in hand. What he hadn’t expected to see was the chaos she was surrounded by.

In her lap sat a textbook and a notebook in which she was furiously writing notes. On either side of her where multiple binders with color coded tabs, bursting at the seams with papers spilling out. An empty mug, presumably from an earlier chai, sat on the table surrounded by dozens of post-it notes, fabric swatches, and paint samples.

Leaning down to clear himself a spot, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before she even looked up and realized he was there. Drake laughed as she jumped in surprise. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Marshmallow,” she replied, finally looking up and giving him a smile.

“You’re up early.”

Riley sat down her pen and mug, and ran a gentle hand over her growing belly. “Bean decided to start kicking practice at the crack of dawn. I have so much to do, I figured I’d take advantage of the quiet.”

Drake lovingly placed his hand over hers and leaned down next to her belly. “You’re supposed to let Mommy sleep, Bean.”

Riley rolled her eyes playfully and ran her free hand affectionately through Drake’s hair as he kissed her belly. Drake had softened even more when they found out about the baby and it made Riley’s heart swell.

“So what’s all this?” he asked, sitting up gesturing to her organized chaos.

“Well...this,” she said patting the book in her lap, “is case study. I have a predictive memo due next week for my legal writing class. These binders are for duchy work...one is all the research for my tourism proposal that I have to get to Liam in the next day or so and the other is plans for the lantern festival that’s coming up.”

“And that mess?” he asked pointing to the table.

Riley laughed. “Random thoughts I’ve written down so I don’t forget...appointments, calls I need to make, baby names, nursery themes, plus some ideas for paint colors and design.”

“Hmmm, well, you are notoriously forgetful Nevin.”

“I blame the baby.”

“Shhhh, don’t listen to her Bean,” he said leaning back to her belly. “She was plenty forgetful before you came along.”

Riley playfully nudged Drake away. “Baby brain is a real thing, Drake!”

“Okay, okay...I believe you,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“So...is there any chance you can help me with some of this? Maybe look over my tourism proposal or weigh in on nursery stuff. I’m starting to wish we knew if this little one was a he or she. I could design a kick-ass nursery in no time if I knew.”

“It’s not too late to find out, Nevin.”

“You know we can’t Drake. I’m sure Liam wouldn’t care but Bertrand...ugh, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard him say ‘One must follow all Royal protocol when one is carrying the Royal heir’. I almost recorded him to set it as my ringtone when he calls.”

“I don’t know how my sister puts up with him,” Drake said, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ll help however I can when I get home but I have to head to the capitol. One of the mares at the palace stable is due to give birth and I have to be there as part of my clinical rotation.”

Riley sighed. “Who’s bright idea was it for both of us to go back to school while running a duchy and having a baby?”

“I believe it was your idea, Your Grace,” Drake jested as he stood up and bowed.

Riley swatted him on the ass. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Correction...I know I’m funny.” Drake leaned down and grabbed her pen and a stack of post- it’s, scribbling a quick note. “I’ve gotta go. But here is your top priority for the day.”

“Draaaakkke,” she whined, “I already have too much.”

“This will make it better.” Drake placed the note in her outstretched hand.

“Ask for help,” she read. “Drake, you know...”

“Yes...I know...I know you like to do everything yourself but you have Gladys and Hana here. Delegate and don’t try to be super woman; promise me.”

“Fine, I promise.”

After a quick shower, Drake threw on his scrubs and headed to the kitchen for coffee and a light breakfast to-go. Gladys was there conferring with one of the chefs and Drake took the opportunity to ask for her help with Riley’s to do list. Gladys was more than happy to offer assistance. With his coffee in hand, Drake grabbed his nap sack, tossed in an apple and one of the protein bars that Riley insisted were filling and waved on his way out the door. ——————————— Hours passed while Drake waited on the arrival of the foal. When he realized he wouldn’t be home for dinner, he had sent Riley a text. Judging by her brief reply, he was positive she was hard at work.

It was after 10 PM when he arrived home to find Gladys still in the kitchen. “Everything okay, Gladys? Shouldn’t you be off for the weekend by now?”

“I’m headed out now, sir. Just making some final notes on the lantern festival ball for the chefs.”

“So Riley let you help?”

Glady looked timidly toward the ground. “Well, sir...if by help you mean follow her around while she made plans and then handed me this completed binder, then yes...she let me help. I’m sorry, sir. I tried.”

“Don’t apologize. Where is she now?”

“She took supper in her study and has been there since.”

Drake thanked Gladys and saw her out before walking upstairs in search of his wife. Passing the nursery, he saw a soft glow of light and peeked inside. There were large bolts of fabrics all over the floor and 2x2 squares of 10 paint colors on the wall. Clearly Riley had been busy.

When he reached the study, he knocked and received no response; only the sound of her ‘thinking music’ playlist. He gently opened the door and saw Riley sound asleep with her head on the keyboard of her laptop. On her desk sat both her completed proposal and predictive memo. On the screen, there appeared to be a new proposal, half written before she nodded off. Drake rubbed gentle circles on her back and spoke softly not wanting to startle her; she was not pleasant to wake up.

“Mmm, Drake,” she groaned. “You’re home.”

“I am. Sorry it’s so late. So...should I even ask if you kept your promise?” Riley looked away without a word. “I figured as much.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t over do it, I promise. I just...I guess I nodded off because I’m a little stressed.”

“I have the cure for that,” Drake said with a seductive smile.

Riley grinned at him. “You think that’s the cure for everything.”

“Am I wrong?”

“When it comes to that?...no. You certainly know how to make me forget my troubles.”

“So let’s go...I’ll relieve that stress and pleasure you till you forget all about to do lists.”

“I want to...I do, just...let me finish this proposal I started and...”

Drake pressed his lips to hers, interrupting her excuses. “Nevin...this is too much, you’re gonna burn yourself out. When are you gonna stop trying to do it all?”

“Don’t stop until you’re proud,” she replied, noticing the look of confusion on Drake’s face. “That’s what my mom used to say to me and Drew; don’t stop until you’re proud. She knew we’d feel better from accomplishing something than we ever would from giving up.”

“Asking for help is not the same as giving up, Nevin. It’s just a shared accomplishment.”

“I know, but...”

“No buts,” he said, reaching around her to close the laptop. “This will all be here tomorrow.” Drake swept her into his arms with ease and carried her toward their room. “Right now, I’m gonna ravish you till you’re screaming my name and forget your own, because that makes me proud. I promise it will be much more satisfying than any proposal.”

#quote me on this challenge #trr #choices fanfic #drake walker #trr mc #drake x mc

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ao719 · 4 years

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5 Writer Asks

Thanks for the tag @zaffrenotes 💕

One story you are most proud of and why:

I mean … I’m proud of all my stories in one way or another. Whether it was just simply because I finished it, lol, or because of the story itself. I guess I’d have to say Always You because that is a personal favorite of mine.

Two stories that are your most popular by readers:

•Series wise, based on readers, Proteus is my most popular, followed by Always You.

•One shot wise, my most popular is the TNA request I got, followed by PenPals.

Three stories with the best characters (pairing together or single MC\OC\LI\Other) and why:

•I think Liam and Reyna from Always You are my favorite characters pairing wise. I love their dynamic and I love their history and backstory as best friends and how their relationship developed. They’re definitely my OTP.

•Charlotte from Full Disclosure is one of my favorite characters. She is so unapologetically herself and I love her for that. She is quirky, clumsy, and a walking ball of chaos. And she and Liam are total opposites, but they work so well because they balance one another. Charlotte definitely keeps Liam on his toes, lol (or off them when she makes him fall or pushes him over cliffs)

•Colette from Vengeance. Out of all the stories I’ve done she has the most and best character development. She is fierce and kind of a badass, lol. Her backstory is heartbreaking, she has walls up, and she faces and overcomes a lot to be the person she is at the end of the story.

Four stories you were most excited about writing:

•Always You. I was more excited to write that story than any other I have done, and I haven’t been as excited about another story since.

•Proteus. The idea was something I hadn’t seen done, so I was nervous, but excited to write it at the same time.

•Vengeance. I got the idea from one of my favorite TV shows. I was excited about using it, but putting different twists on it to make it fit with the TRR characters.

•The Ticking Clock. It was my first OH fic, but I was excited about bringing that Grey’s Anatomy episode into the story.

Five stories that are your personal favorites:

•Always You. I will always have a soft spot for this story and Leyna.

•All the Stars. I know it’s sad, but I love it 🥺

•Unexpected. I love that trio and that was the first story I did where I stepped outside of my norm.

•You’ve Got Me. I love Thomas in this one shot and I just miss him. It’s missing Thomas Mendez hours all the time 😭

•Moirai. I love Alina and I’m enjoying creating her character.

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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My Home - Drake Walker

A/N: hi everyone! This is the fic I wrote for @riseandshinelittleblossom ‘s Quote Me On This writing challenge! Thank you Steph for organizing this and for letting me participate on such short notice <33 I hope you guys enjoy it. (the quote I had to use is in bold). I always wished MC got a backstory in TRR, so here is a potential one

Warnings: mentions of gun violence, theft, crime, alcoholism, foster care, jail, etc. I would like to disclaim that I know these themes are very difficult for a lot of people so I want to make it clear that I mean absolutely no disrespect to anyone who can somehow relate to this story. This is a dark and angsty fic and I don’t mean to offend or hurt anyone who reads this. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count: 3.1K

Pairing: Drake Walker & Iris Jones (MC TRR)

Ringing. Dozens of cellphones buzzing in luxurious purses and warm pockets, an array of ring tones echoing throughout the ballroom, and shocked gasps and quiet curses followed suit, a great number of nobles turning their heads to gawk at Iris. Her face was pale with worry as she nudged Maxwell in the ribs, her eyes darting from duke to duchess.

“What’s going on?” she asked in a hushed tone and her question was answered with a big gulp, a cell phone being pushed in her direction.

Time stopped when she laid her eyes on the article on the screen, the earth shattering words hitting her in the face like a pack of bricks.

NY Thief Turned Duchess of Valtoria, the shocking details of Duchess Iris Jones’ past:

The ballroom started to spin, the faces surrounding her all blending into one big cloud of color and the whispers tripled in volume. Iris couldn’t believe what she had just read, the memories flooding back to her. Somehow, her past had caught up with her, just like she had always known it would.

Her eyes desperately searched the crowd for her friends, the ones she had hoped would never find out about her deepest and darkest secret. Hana’s brow was furrowed in confusion and Maxwell’s face turned paler than the Lythikos snow. Iris’ eyes met Liam’s hurt and bewildered stare and her heart shattered, the darkness of the situation settling in. She had broken his trust, as well the others’. Now, they all knew who she really was. And what an unfortunate reality it was.

Her initial shock slowly turned to anger as she bit back her tears, her blood boiling. Someone had uncovered her past life and had tried to use it against her, sabotaging her reputation once again, publicly humiliating her in front of the court. Someone was still out to get her, after all of this time and all of her hard work. And this time, maybe that someone had finally won.

“Iris,” a voice called out, and her head snapped in its direction, lips parted in anticipation as she finally met Drake’s gaze. He stood a few feet away from her, eyes completely focused on hers. His arms rested along his sides, fists clenched but his expression utterly unreadable. She kept looking at him, tears finally spilling over her lids, unable to control her anguish as she faced her lover. She didn’t care about the court, not really. All she cared about was him, and she had lied to him about it all. The man she loved more than anything in the world, her everything.

The moment was abruptly interrupted when a pair of gruff hands wrapped themselves around her upper arms, gripping tightly at her gentle skin as she was dragged off by members of the Royal Guard, and her first instinct was to fight them off, trying to push them away but in vain.

“Stop. I can explain, let me go!” she grunted, emotion tainting her words as she tried to get out of the guards’ custody.

The crowd gasped as they dragged her away from where she had been standing, walking over to the grand ornate doors of the ballroom.

Iris’ eyes met Liam’s again and she mouthed the words: “I’m sorry” before looking back at Drake. He was pushing people out of the way, cursing and shouting at the other guards trying to keep him away from his fiancée.

“Let me through. Goddamnit, let me pass!” he exclaimed gruffly, almost shoving a guard to the ground.

A series of shouts and voices calling out Iris’ name were swallowed by darkness as the doors closed in front of her. She let out a strangled sob, unable to contain the panic building up inside of her. She couldn’t believe what had just occurred. It had all happened so fast. The moment had been over in a flash, but she kept reliving it, over and over again as the guards dragged her to her palace bedroom.

“What am I going to do?” she thought to herself.

Iris had spent hours in her room, the guards standing behind the door. She had paced up and down the room for what now seemed like an eternity, time ticking by so slowly she could’ve sworn it was the next day if it weren’t for the pitch black sky behind the tall glass windows of the bedroom. She had also curled up into a ball on her bed and sobbed, face hidden away in the palm of her hands, unable to control the waves of distraught that had washed over her at the ball. Now, she sat on her bed, bloodshot eyes fixated on the floor as she bit through four of her fingernails, foot anxiously tapping against the floor while her anxiety levels rose higher.

No one had come to talk to her yet, and she couldn’t even tell if that was a good thing. Maybe she was staying at court, maybe she’d be stripped from her newly given title, maybe she’d be shipped back to New York where she belonged. Maybe.

She was terrified.

What scared her most wasn’t losing Cordonia. It was losing Drake. She had never imagined she would ever find someone like him to protect her and love her the way he did. She had always just thought she’d end up unloved and alone, but he had seen something in her no one else had ever even noticed, something even she couldn’t see, and she thanked the universe every day for it. She had found a home in him, but now, maybe she was going to lose that too. And it was all her fault.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an angry voice and the sounds of footsteps tapping against the marble floor of the palace, volume increasing as it got closer and closer to the bedroom door.

“Move aside and let me in. Now.” Iris heard and her heart throbbed as she recognized Drake.

A polite “no” could be heard, followed by a quiet but stern voice speaking.

“You will let him pass. This man should be granted the opportunity to speak to his fiancée.”

Liam.

Finally, the door opened and Iris shot up in a flash, hands curled up into fists, furious but anguished, ready to defend herself if need be.

Her heart swelled at the sight of her fiancé standing in the doorway. He seemed to be shaking in his wrinkled suit, either from anger or fear, and the look on his face turned the blood in her veins to ice, her lungs clenching as she tried to speak.

“Drake, I-“ she tried to say when he bolted towards her, closing the distance between them and throwing his arms around her, pulling her into a warm and desperate embrace.

“-I don’t care. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter,” he declared intensely as he tightened his hold on her, heart beating uncontrollably and she broke down in sobs.

“It does matter. I have to tell you-“

“-No, you don’t,” he insisted as he looked at her. His heart broke a little at the sight of the fat tears rolling down her cheeks and he placed a comforting kiss on her forehead. Iris let out a shaky breath before finally breaking the embrace. She took a step back and avoided his gaze, instead staring at the floor in embarrassment. She did have to explain, if only to make sure he knew the whole truth and not just the story the tabloids were trying to sell.

“You might wanna sit down for this,” she said, gesturing to the bed. Drake followed her hand and frowned as he placed himself on the edge of the mattress.

“Jones, I don’t need to hear this.”

“Maybe, but I need to know I told you everything.”

She sat next to him, still avoiding his stare and fidgeted with her dress, her long trembling fingers twisting the silk fabric into a small ball just above her knees. This was it. After all this time, she was finally going to open up about her past. This disturbing reality shook her to her core.

“What is it?” Drake asked, watching her fingers shake.

“I’m afraid that when I tell you, you won’t see me the same way anymore.”

Drake reached out to hold her hands in his, tentatively caressing them with his thumb in soothing circles.

“Don’t say that,” he whispered and she squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear rolling down her cheek and landing on her burgundy-colored dress.

“Okay,” she simply said before turning to him.

“My mom got pregnant with me when she was really young, around 19 years old. I didn’t grow up with a dad because he left her when he found out. It was just the two of us in a crappy apartment in the Bronx. My mom was really depressed and she started drinking a lot. She barely even seemed to notice that I was around,” Iris said before sucking in a breath, pausing for a few seconds before resuming her story.

“She left when I was 14. I got home from school one day and she wasn’t home. I waited but she never came back. I tried to hide it but it didn’t take long before I was put in the system and I became a foster kid. I kept running away from my foster homes ‘cus they all sucked. Half of my foster families couldn’t remember my name and they were all assholes anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” Drake muttered, the frown on his face intensifying. No one should have to endure those things, least of all her.

“I-,” she started, before inhaling slowly. “It is what it is. But growing up alone and afraid all the time, I just had a lot of unresolved issues. I ended up meeting a boy. He was good to me at first, made me feel like I was special, like I was the most important thing in his life. I thought I loved him, because I had never known anything else. He was a drinker, just like my mom, and he knew all sorts of people, all involved in shady business. He never really gave me any details about what his friends did, but I knew that something wasn’t right.”

“What was his name?” Drake croaked, heart pumping steadily like the calm before a storm.

“His name was Ty. One day, we were talking and he told me he wanted us to get married. We were gonna run away together and start a life somewhere new, far away from New York. We just needed to some money to get started. I trusted him, so when he told me his plan, I was naïve enough to believe him. I never should’ve.

“The plan was simple enough. We were gonna steal liquor from the bar he and his friends used to go to. The bottles were pretty expensive so we were gonna sell them and use the money to leave before we could even get caught. But something went wrong,” Iris said, her voice wobbling slightly.

Her pulse was quickening by the minute as she remembered the scene, memories flooding back in her mind. She was sweating and trembling, voice completely clouded by a veil of emotion. It was getting harder and harder to keep her cool. This was the part that was going to change everything, the part that would destroy all the things she had worked so hard to get.

“The bar was closed. He used a crowbar to smash the window of the back door and opened the lock from the inside. It was just me and him. We grabbed the most expensive bottles and put them in big duffel bags. But then he told me he was gonna empty the register. I told him it wasn’t a good idea but he didn’t listen, and he started to shout at me, telling me to wait in the storage room with all of the bar supplies. I was terrified, so I did what he told me and I stayed in the back room with the bags full of the stuff we had stolen when I heard a shout and the sound of something smashing.”

Iris’ breathing became erratic and she almost wheezed as she tried to continue telling her story.

“I dropped the bags and ran inside of the barroom, and he was there, holding a gun to the owner’s head. I don’t know when the owner got there or what happened before I came in the room but he was screaming, pleading for his life. I couldn’t believe what was going on, I didn’t even know Ty owned a gun. The owner’s face was bloody, like he had just been beaten up. I couldn’t recognize the look on Ty’s face. Like he was proud of what he had done. It scared me to my core.

“Then I heard sirens coming from a distance and I knew that if we didn’t leave straight away, the police would catch us and we’d never be able to leave and do what he had promised me we would do together. He looked at me and smiled, and suddenly I felt like maybe It was going to be okay.

“He raised his arm towards the ceiling and shot at it. The sound of the gunshot completely blindsided me and I covered my head with my arms. Bits of the ceiling started to come down on us. I thought Ty had done it to distract the owner or something so we could get away. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone and the gun was at my feet.”

Iris exhaled a shaky breath before looking back down at her feet, tears cascading down her flushed cheeks as she cried out.

“The police came in and arrested me on the spot for armed robbery. I quickly realized Ty had used me. He didn’t care about the liquor bottles, all he wanted was the cash from the register. He took all of it. And he left me there to take the fall so he could get out. He didn’t care about me. I was just a stupid teenage girl who’d been naïve enough to trust him.”

Drake’s eyes were wide with shock and he let go of Iris’ hands, passing his fingers through his hair as he tried to process what he had just heard. This made her heart break.

“What happened next,” he inquired, voice steady but quiet.

“I don’t know why but the owner didn’t press charges against me. I still had a court date but apparently there wasn’t enough evidence to suggest that I had had a big enough part in the burglary to go to an actual juvenile detention center. Instead they sent me to some sort of group home for young delinquents which was basically juvie but I didn’t have a record at least. It was hell.

“I did my best to fly under the radar and eventually when I turned 18, I had another court date. They decided I wouldn’t have to go to jail and I was free to go. I left the group home and tried to look for a job. I just wanted to get as far away from that part of my life as possible. I worked as a waitress in a tiny bar and I eventually made enough money to move to Queens in a small apartment just for me. I changed my name and got a new job at another bar, made a few friends, moved on. I became tough, but at least I had gotten out of that place. Ended up working at this new bar for 6 years, until you came in, and my entire world was turned upside down.”

Drake grunted approvingly, eyes locked on the floor beneath his feet. Everything he had just learned was unbelievable. Iris had never told him about her past, only small details, things that seemed normal without the context he had just been granted.

He knew she loved her mom’s mac & cheese as a kid, but he hadn’t known it was because her mom never made anything else. He knew Iris was an avid fan of Queens, but he had never realized it was because it had been her first real home. He knew she was tough as nails, but he had never understood where her immense strength came from.

A sudden urge to hold her washed over him and he instantly pulled her into a warm and protective embrace, the act taking Iris by surprise. Her eyes were wide with shock and she gasped, her heart rapidly beating against her ribs.

“You don’t hate me?” she cried, unable to contain the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

“Hate you?” Drake asked. He pulled away just enough to look her deep in the eyes, sending her a warm look as he smiled softly.

“I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more,” he said softly.

Iris’ heart throbbed and she cried in her lover’s arms, relief spreading over her in an overwhelming wave.

Never in a million years had she thought she would find someone who could love her unconditionally the way he did. She had just told him about her entire past, every sordid little thing about the person she had once been, the person she had despised for so long. But if he could find a way to forgive her, maybe she could learn to forgive herself too. Iris held him tightly, thanking her lucky stars for giving her a home like this one.

After a few minutes of peace and quiet in each other’s arms, Iris looked up at Drake, a frown spreading on her beautiful face.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. How do I fix this?” she asked.

Her lover look down at her and smiled.

“I don’t know, but we’ll find a way…together.”

And eventually, they did.

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Work in Progress Wednesday: NEW Limited Series - Missionary in Three Parts

Author’s Note: Now that I am officially back and have made a renewed focus to center my mental health (writing is one of my positives outlet), my creative juices have been flowing and I have some new fics in progress. (Yay!) The one that I am sharing with you all today is currently titled ‘Missionary in Three Parts’ (I am also thinking about changing the actual name to Missionary in Three Acts - feel free to give feedback on which you prefer).

Book: The Royal Romance | Royal Holiday | Royal Heir

Premise: There will be three parts (each couple is their own part). Whichever part is done first will be part #1, part #2 etc. Each part will focus on a glimpse into the life of each couple via the missionary position. Each part also has a common thread - reflections about the night Liam, Drake and Maxwell met MC, the green dress she wore that evening, and the part of MC that turns them on the most.

Pairings:

Savi and Liam. Told through Liam's perspective.

Sierra and Drake. Told through Sierra's perspective.

Simone and Maxwell. Told through Maxwell's perspective.

Savi and Liam

The past couple of weeks have been hell. Another flood in Portavira, this time, displacing over 300 individuals and families. The only silver lining is that no one was killed. Savi has been battling with illness on and off for the past two weeks, first, our eldest, Sienna, came down with the flu, then our youngest Georgie and then, just when we thought the flu was done with our family, Savi. She's exhausted and so am I. I'm tired of the time away. We had to divide and conquer after Sienna got sick as I went directly to Portavira to both strategize how we would get them back on their feet, but to also directly dig in to help with recovery efforts. Savi, my amazing bride, and Queen would have it no other way.

Sierra and Drake

I can play extrovert well and I promise I enjoy people - I truly do - but sometimes, you just need time to yourself to unwind and just...be. Drake understands this about me. In fact, that was one of the ways we bonded, he is an introvert like me but with more grump and less sass. Sometimes, I enjoy that about him. Other times...let's just say, I am happy we both understand the meaning of 'personal space and alone time'. Right now, Drake is somewhere hanging out with Liam. I am at Valtoria, laid out on our bed on my stomach, my stretched hair in a messy bun at the top of my head and I'm in a tank top - sans bra - and boy shorts with my nose deep into the trashiest supermarket novel I could find, this habit courtesy of my friend Felicia who can't put the things down. Well, now, neither can I. I am at the part of the book when the handsome, hypnotically hazel-eyed duke has his mistress pressed up against the barn. Her ample chest heaving from the grip the duke has on her right thigh. He is whispering seductively in her ear, asking her to promise to wait for him. Goosebumps rise on her skin -

"Sierra!" Drake yells from behind me. I startle not expecting Drake home so soon and surprised I was so enthralled by my book to not hear him enter our suite. Now that he has my attention, Drake comes around to face me.

"Is the book that good?" Drake smirks, knowing the effect it has on me. If I wasn't already aroused, I would be. Drake holds the smirk and I can feel myself get wetter.

Simone and Maxwell

She had to see it. The mischief in my eyes. Simone is a petite woman, but she is shapely for her frame. Full B cup breasts, a firm ass, wonderful hips, and her skin. She is the most beautiful shade of chocolate I have ever seen. All of that is wonderful, but what did it for me that night is when I saw her in that green dress. The dress appeared simple, but there was something about the way it framed her long legs. Strong. Powerful. Sexy. Smooth legs. The muscles in her calves suggest that she could have easily kicked me if she could have heard my thoughts. She would have been within her rights and I wouldn't have done anything to prevent it.

I wanted her to open her legs to me. To possess me as she wraps and locks those legs around my ass. Around my back. I wanted to be locked in by the smooth rich chocolate of her skin. It was then that I decided to invite her to Cordonia...for Liam. If I could do nothing but admire those legs up close but from afar…

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