#william x damien

[todosmeiape1an]

Illustration I made for a spanish Hooky contest💖

[eulaties]

i have no idea where else to ask bc the fic got deleted and apparently the author also deleted their ao3 account? but i was wondering if anyone had a copy of the fic “warmth, and the lack of it” 😭 i have a screenshot of the title/author/description thanks to the wayback machine:

but apparently wayback machine only archived the standard warning page before the fic and.....not the actual fic itself? which is weird because i also saved the fic to this rec list in december 2019? (as a heads up, the link to the original fic was https://archiveofourown.org/works/21363052)

i remember really liking this fic when i last read it, which was 2 years ago, so again! if anyone has a copy of this PLEASE reach out to me!!! im getting desperate here lmao 😭😭😭

edit: i found the author’s linktree here but idk what to do with it 🧍‍♀️ i also now have the archive url for the author’s ao3 page here

[fdq666roadie-blog]

Debating with myself whether or not I should re-publish my Damien x William series on AO3 again. I got shit from someone about it because it included prostitution, but I honestly think they just saw the tag and freaked out, cause the story is not at all about prostitution. It’s literally only mentioned in the first chapter. I already had 5 out of 7 chapters written and it was one of my only stories with actual plotline. I personally really liked it myself, but I can’t deal with more people accusing me of all kinds of stuff just because of something I’ve written >_<

[gatorbites-imagines]

you guys should send me invincible requests *blinks cutely*

ive only finished season 1 but im already watching season 2, so feel free to send requests about the characters.

i have also only read like the first 13 issues of the comics, so most if not all my knowledge is based on the show and the wiki.

Note that my fave is def Mark at this point, but many of the characters have grown on me, especially Darkwing 1 and 2, Immortal, Rex, etc. ill even write about the flaxans at this point, cuz why the flaxan leader kindaaaa.... also a big fan of the evil versions of invincible.

Ive already had a few ideas, like a reader thats kinda based around mysterio from marvel. Or maybe the reader being green ghost, or even some viltrumite reader stuff.

and yes, of course i write smut too 🔥

[thermodynamic-comedian]

never not funny to me that darkiplier lore is essencially just "i have to avenge all of my dead friends by making sure my asshole dead friend suffers for eternity, but i'm also doing side quests."

meanwhile warfstache lore is like "my friend, who's wife i had an affair with, rigged a game of russian roulette, forcing me into killing him. the events that followed led to me killing two of my other friends, ultimately driving me insane from guilt, and leading me to believe none of it actually happened and it was all just a game. i then proceeded to invent a new name and identity for myself, both hyper-aware of but also deeply indifferent about everything going on in this incredibly complicated multiverse of events. anyways,"

[ms-sakurai]

I was very honored to have been invited by @kenmarlenn to rejoin the reanimated PMV Collab “Control” for Who killed Markiplier.

This is the sequence I was responsible for in the new and the original video. It’s pretty amazing to see my own progress like this. I definitly learned a lot these past years. Thank you for having me back to work on such a great project. It was lots of fun.

Everyone who hasn’t seen the video yet: Please go check it out. It turned out super cool. Everyone who worked on this is super talented.

[riptideripley]

As posted on my master list,my requests are now open for requests😇!

↓ People I write for/about ↓

Non Wrestling:

Vi(Arcane)

Abby(TLOU)

Ellie(TLOU)

Valeria Garza

Julien Baker

Billie Ellish

Wrestling:

Rhea Ripley

Roman Reigns

Damian Priest

Cody Rhodes

Jey Uso

Jimmy Uso

Zoey Stark

Charlotte Flair

Dominik Mysterio

Finn Balor

[veryobsessivefan]

when abe said we’re his new partner he meant it romantically btw. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

—❢—

×A/N×

Hey! So I'm here with some Darkstache headcanons because I love them!🥺💕

It's a little different than my other stuff, but I hope it's not problem! ^^"

It was really fun to made this, I loved it! ^^

If you have request, feel free to write me! :D

×❢ About my work ❢×

So much fluff! Bl (boylove), Dark and Wilford in a relationship, and they are so sweet and gentle each other, and believe me, there's really so much fluff :), Dark is coffe addicted and there's some cute drunk Wilford stuff

Fandom: Markiplier Cinematic Universe

Character(s): Wilford Warfstache, Darkiplier

Ship: Darkstache (Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache)

—❢ー

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur

“I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, We drank too much”

• Wilford is taller than Dark

• Dark is usally very uncomfortable with touches and Wilford knows it

• And because of that he very gentle with him

• As I wrote, Dark is uncomfortable with touches, but Wilford's gentle touches are comforting him

• Wilford is usally touches or fondles Dark's hands, when Dark is sleeping he fondles his face and kisses his neck gently

• They sleep in one bed, because when Wilford is around Dark, he feels comforted

• They usally don't talk in public

• It's like they don't even know each other

• But while that, Wilford still looks ot for him

• Wilford doesn't seem like this type of person, but he is very protective In the morning, he greets Dark with a cup of coffe

• As wake up, Wilford fondles Dark's hair gently while he whispers some words to him

• "Good morning, Darkling." Wilford smiles at him kindly as Dark slowly opens his eyes.

• When Dark can't sleep, he usally walks out in the kitchen

• A few minutes later, Wilford wakes up too and follows Dark and he hugs him from behind

• Dark doesn't jumps of the touches any more, because he used to Wilford's warm touches

• Dark doesn't like surprise kisses, but when Wil in a bad mood, he gives him one

• After the surprise kiss, Wilford smiles again

• And when his love is happy, Dark is happy too

• It's happens rarely, but when Wilford is drunk, he wants to hug Dark forever

• "I missed you so much, Darkling." Wilford comes into the room and he hugs Dark from behind before he could fall. "My beautiful sunshine, I love you so much!" he gives a warm kiss on Dark's neck.

"Are you drunk?" Dark looks up at him as he tries to push Wilford away.

"No." he says as he hugs Dark more tightly, so he can't push him away. If he would be a good liar, Dark could still figure out his lie.

"Don't lie to me, Wil." he says as Wilford kisses his neck gently. "You have vodka smell."

"Maybe, but your smell amazing and lovely as always." he breathes Dark's fragrance deeply. "Do you use new fragrance, Sweetheart?"

Dark's chuckles silently as he starts to lead him to the bathroom. "Take a shower, after that please go straight to bed." he closes the door but before he could do it Wilford grabs his hand.

"Don't leave me, Dark! At least take a shower with me." he starts to pull Dark inside.

"Wilford–"

"Please!"

Dark sighs tiredly as he looks in Wilford's eyes.

"Okay." he says as he steps inside the bathroom.

• Sometimes Wilford just goes to Dark and say to him "I love you" randomly

• Dark often smiles because of that

• While Dark is reading next to the fireplace, Wilford is usally shooting outside

• Sometimes Wilford grabs Dark's tight gently and dancing with him slowly

• Usally Dark blushing more often

• "You are so cute." Wilford smiles at him as he fondles his hand. Dark doesn't respond, but his face starts to burn better.

• When Wilford wears necktie, Dark helps him to bind it correctly

• On one day, Dark usally drinks 5 cup of coffe (or more 0.0)

• Dark usally hugs Wilford when he is sleeping

• They have very, very different music taste…

• But sometimes Wilford just listen Dark's songs with him

• Wilford's phone wallpaper is a picture of Dark

• There are some sweet nicknames for each other (•v•)

• For Dark from Wilford:

• Dark, Darkling, Darling, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Babe, Beautiful, Dear, Handsome, Honey

• Well… Dark doesn't really gives nicknames to his partner, but there's some of them

• For Wilford from Dark:

• Wil, Sunshine, Darling, Love, Babe, Lover boy, Dear, Sharpshooter

[creadigol]

He always did have a penchant for bow ties.

Whether it was due to his occupation as a medical doctor which compelled him to dress in such stereotypical fashion or just his own love for the wretched things, Damien didn’t know. What he did know was that it made the man easy to spot in the crowded hotel dining room.

Damien was concerned about recognising him at first. After all, it had been ten years since they had last seen each other. A man can change quite a lot in ten years. Yet there he was, lounging in the dimmed lights with a glass of scotch, evidently soaking in the soft melodic tones of the jazz band near the front of the room.

He had barely changed. That was the surprising thing. His hair was still blond, though now parted in a more sophisticated way than in their youth. His head still tilted to the right indicating he was deep in thought. His middle finger still drummed against the chilled glass in time with whatever rhythmic music was around him. And of course that ridiculous bowtie which somehow made him seem both intellectual and eccentric. Damien couldn’t fully see his face from this angle, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the features would be relatively unchanged as well. The man had always taken care of himself. Damien wished he could say the same.

As it was, Damien knew he had changed. His dark hair was long now, pulled back into a low ponytail. His skin was calloused from hard work and the skinny limbs of his youth had long since been toned with muscle. Even with the minor esthetique changes, Damien knew he had changed on the inside as well. People could see it in his eyes. He could see it in the mirror. He was hardened, cold, and much less empathetic to the plight of others.

Perhaps he had changed on the inside just as much? Damien wouldn’t know until he looked him in the eye, but it was highly unlikely. Damien was never as good as he was.

Damien crossed the smoke filled room with a grace and ease which would have made him impossible to detect even without the jazz covering up most of the noise. He had gone over many ways in which this reunion would happen. Over the years, when his old friend had not made any attempt at reconciliation as was per usual for them, he had gone over again and again how he would pick up the slack this time around.

Unfortunately for them, reconciliation was not one of Damien’s talents.

Ten years.

So long for one’s life within a career, yet so short when it comes to holding a grudge.

Damien approached the red armchair from behind. Taking a deep breath, he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the smooth music, but not so loud as to startle the man.

“Doctor William Alston, I’d never thought I’d see the day.”

[melancholypancakes]

*Y/n protecting Darkiplier and all the Markiplier Egos*

Y/n: The power of Christ compels you! *pointing cross at Actor! Mark*

*Actor! Mark looking demon like creepy as shit*

Y/n: THE POWER OF CHRIST-COMPELS YOU!

*Y/n points cross at Actor! mark as he roars in demon*

Script inspired by both of these

@ghiertor-the-gigapeen

[zee-stars]

Fake Dating (Damien x reader)

Authors note: I swear to god with man is so pretty. Based off the love trope post I made. Also sorry if perspectives are all over the place Im so bad at this :[

Summary: Damien is fed up with people trying to hook him up with their daughters or woman flirting with him so he tells them you're his wife. Downside, you're not.

"Damien! It's good to see you!" Some old man announces while Damien is standing at the punch bowl.

"Hey, how's it going?" He greets.

"Pretty good, pretty good. Say, how would you like to meet my daughter? She is a lovely young woman." He should have known this was gonna happen as soon as the man walked over. This is the third attempt of someone trying to hook him up with their daughter or some random drunk woman trying to get him home with them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure she's beautiful but I actually plan on leaving in a few minutes." He stutters out before an older woman comes towards him.

"Oh, Percy, leave him alone. Besides, he probably has 100s of woman coming after him. He doesn't need you're daughter coming after him." The woman laughs.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" The man shouts. Another man comes in, talking over them.

"What he really needs to do is find a woman and settle down with her. Not be a player." The man scoffs. Damien takes great offense to that. He doesn't want 100s of woman interested in him. He wants one woman. He's not trying to be a player. He isn't one.

"I have found a person." He blurts out in the heat of the moment. The group of people around him grows silent and stares at him.

"Really? Is that true?" The woman asks. He shifts awkwardly. He doesn't prefer to lie. But, he feels like he doesn't have another choice in the matter right now.

"Yes, it's true."

"Oh, I'm sorry. If I knew I wouldn't have offered my daughter to you." The man apologizes.

"It can't be true! He doesn't have a ring." The second man points out.

"I-I do have a ring. Just I had to get it resized it was too tight." He is sort of proud of how quickly he can come up with a lie.

The men around him nod and the woman come closer, asking about his spouse.

"Oh, Damien, what is their name? What are they like? When did you meet?"

"Uh, their name is Y/n, they are very pretty and kind and we've been friends for as long as I can remember." See, none of what he said was a lie. It's just that Y/n is not his spouse. Y/n is his childhood best friend that now works right on his side as his secretary. By they seem to believe it.

"Oh that's so sweet!" The woman fawns.

"I suppose you better get home then, don't want to keep you're spouse waiting. And next time you should bring them." He nods and smiles and takes this chance to leave.

It doesn't hit him what happened until he gets home.

"Oh, shit. What am I gonna tell Y/n?"

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The next day at work he is sitting at his desk. He's supposed to be working on the papers in front of him but he can't help but think about the night before. How could he forget when the reminder of what happen is right outside of his office?

After awhile he calls Y/n into his office.

"Hey Dames, what's up? You need some more coffee?" They look at his almost empty cup.

"No, no, well yes but I need to tell you something first." Y/n face is filled with concern as they take a seat in the chair across from him.

"Yes, is everything alright."

"Well, I may have done something wrong." His face flushes pink.

"Oh god, what did you do this time?" A tiny grin appears on both of their faces. God he loves how Y/n can make him smile even when he knows their is a chance they are gonna hate him in the next few seconds.

"So, last night I was at one of the parties I have to attend. And I may have told them that we were married." He mumbles the last part but Y/n hears it all. Their eyes go wide and they can't help but laugh.

"Oh my god, Damien why?" They hide their face in their hands, still laughing.

"They kept trying to hook me up with their daughters or go home with them!" He shouts, which causes Y/n to laugh more. "They also called me a player cause I hadn't settled down yet."

Y/n shakes their head at him. "They called you a player?? Do they not know that you haven't dated someone since sophomore year in high school?!" Y/n starts laughing more.

"Okay, okay, you didn't have to start bullying me. Anyways, we have a bigger issue."

"Okay, I'm sorry. What's up?" They calm down their laughter and look at him seriously.

"I got invited to another party next Saturday. And I told them that I would bring my spouse to the next party..." he trails off.

"So... what I'm getting, is that you want me to be you're fake spouse to the party next Saturday so they'll stop trying to hook up with you?" He pauses for a second.

"Will you??" Y/n smiles and gets to their feet.

"Anything for my husband." They grin before grabbing the cup and walking out of the room. Leaving Damien a blushing mess.

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Later that evening at home, he gets a message from Y/n.

Y/n

So do want me to come over so we can practice being a married couple? Maybe have a fake wedding?

Damien

What? Why?

Y/n

1 cause with the amount of experience you have had with relationships you'll probably need a reminder on how they work

Also we'll need rings

Damien

I can search Celine's jewelry for some? I know I have one somewhere.

Y/n

Kk

I'll be right over baby :)

Damien

???

Y/n

It's a couples thing🙄

About 30 minutes later there was a knock on the door and Y/n came rushing in.

"Oh, honey I'm home!!" They shout.

"I feel like you're having to much fun playing this role." He comments.

"Oh I am. I'm so excited to be able to do this around people." They joke. Damien smiles and pulls out his ring and a few of Celine's rings. Y/n let's out a gasp.

"Omg, Damien, are you proposing?!" He rolls his eyes at them.

"Yes I am, I didn't know you're ring size so try them on a see if they fit." You both smile and you try on the rings until you find one that fits.

"I'm glad I told them we were already married so you couldn't come up with the idea of us getting engaged during the party." Y/n threw their head back with laughter.

"Oh but we could get divorced."

"No! Cause then they'll try to hook me up with their daughters." You both laughed. You sat down on the couch and Damien joined you.

"So, how do you practice being a married couple?" He asks.

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"What do you mean 'why does it matter?' I have to know what kind of party it is so I know how to dress!" Y/n complained over the phone.

"I don't know I usually just show up in my suit and it's good." Damien answers.

"Okay so fancy but not to fancy, got it, see you in about 30 minutes. Be ready." Before he can respond Y/n hangs up.

Of course he'll be ready. He's always ready on time. He checks himself in the mirror one more time before sitting on the couch. He fiddles with his fingers and waits. Why does it have to be so long. He doesn't want to wait. He's already anxious enough. Not that he doesn't want to go to a party with Y/n. He has many times but never as their "husband". He's thought about what I'd be like. Being their husband. He knows it's silly but he kinda doesn't want it to be an act.

A little while later he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't rush to the door cause he knows you'll just open it. You walk into the kitchen where he is waiting.

"Well, look at you mr handsome." Y/n teases with a smile. "Have I ever told you that you look good in a suit." His face goes slightly pink at the compliment.

"No you haven't, but I accept the compliment. You look amazing." He wanted to say more. Say how handsome/beautiful/pretty they looked in their suit/dress. He wanted to do so much more. But it's just an act that will last for one night. So he better make the best of it.

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Damien and his spouse have been the topic of the night. Everyone af the party were waiting for their arrival. Once they say Damien step out of the car they were ready to meet his spouse.

"So a reminder, hand holding, is okay, no kissing on the lips and pet names are alright." Damien nodded as he took your hand to help you out of the car. "Are you alright, love?" Y/n noticing his anxiousness. Y/n was always able to read him well. He nodded as they walked up the steps to the door.

"Just nervous." He stated calmly.

"Hey, if you need a break we can step out or leave." He nodded again and opened the door for you.

"Damien! Pleasure to see you. And you must be Y/n! We were all quite shocked to find out he was married." He laughed and Y/n laughed along with him. The party continues on and everyone is coming up to the duo to meet Damien's spouse.

People are spending the whole night trying to keep Damien's attention but Y/n is the only one who is able to do that. Going from small glances accompanied by smiles from across the room, to quick check-ins whispered into each others ears, followed by gentle kisses on the cheek.

People fawned over your relationship. They talk about how they have never seen Damien smile so much. Never heard him laugh so gleefully. They thought you were the perfect couple. You were just what Damien needed. Not only did everyone think that, he did too.

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As the party came to an end, everyone came to say goodbye to the happy couple.

"You two make the cutest couple!" Woman would fawn to you.

"I've never seen you this happy, Damien. They really are the one huh?" Men would say to him. But he would just nod. He couldn't take his eyes off you. Your smile, hair, eyes, lips, you're suit/dress, it was all perfect. It was all his for the night. But now the night was over. He didn't want it to end.

Finally you guys had left. It was a quiet ride home. Y/n was struggling to keep their eyes open, while Damien's mind was racing. All because of Y/n. Every thought was Y/n.

"Hey, we're home." Damien said softly, gently tapping Y/n. Y/n groaned and stretched before getting out of the car. They quickly walk over to Damien as he was already heading towards the house. Once they get into the house Y/n slips off their shoes before getting a drink from the fridge. "You know Dames, I don't get why you dislike the girls there. Some of them were quite pretty!" Y/n announced from the kitchen while Damien was heading to the couch. "Eh, I think some of them are nice. But..." He trailed off right as Y/n came into the room. "But....?" Y/n questioned. "I guess... their not my type." Damien shrugged. Y/n just rolled their eyes and scoffed before sitting down next to him. "Since when do you have a type Dames? Or is it just a person in particular?" Y/n asked. Damien's face started to heat up. It was a person. A person he really liked, and had known forever. Unfortunately Y/n noticed the blush on his face and grinned. "Oooooo, who's the special person?" Y/n teased with a grin. "What? There's no 'special person'" Damien stutters out and rolls his eyes, with an even more obvious blush. "Okay, whatever you say Dames. But can I ask you something?" Y/n asks. He looks at them curiously before nodding. "Why did you say I was your spouse? I know the only person you talk too." That is the one question Damien has been avoiding. He knows why he said it. But he prayed that you wouldn't ask him that. His thoughts raised as he tried to think of an answer. Should he tell you the truth? Did you already know? Would it be better to lie? His thoughts yelled at him to tell you... so he did. "Because... because I want you to be my spouse!" Damien blurted out. He shut his eyes as he was afraid of your response. He didn't want to see your face of disgust as he just admitted his feelings for you. But something he thought would never happened, happened. He felt your soft hands cup his cheeks and the feeling of your hands pulling him closer to you. His lips touched yours and his heart felt like it was going to explode. You had kissed him he never expected this. He dreamed about it sure but he never expected to be able to feel how soft your lips were against his own. He was breathless, it was better than he could ever imagined. When you finally pulled away after what was probably a few seconds, but felt like years to him, he stared at you in complete disbelieve. Until your laugh pulled him back into reality. "You know you could have just said that, instead of going through all this. We are gonna have to get married like... now!"

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Finally I finished this. I assure you this isn't as good as it origonally was gonna be but yk it is what it is. Also I'm sorry if the ending is shit idk what I was doing lmao.

hope you enjoyed this :)

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Two darks AU: Prologue

(Note: this is set in 2nd/3rd pov, Y/n will be referred as DA/you/they/them)

Dear god....

How could this have happened...

'Oh how things change people...' they thought whilst lightly laughing, unsure what to do of the...incident that has taken place.

'Damien went missing...'

Holding the papers to their chest. As they place another missing poster to the wall of an old coffee shop, they knew the owner and considering that the mayor had gone missing. It's no surprise that people would scared for their safety, the streets were empty. Everyone too terrified to even look outside, too terrified of being kidnapped and go missing too. There have been many riots and looting, but now, nobody dares to step outside. (DA) sighed and smiled softly as they walked off, still holding the papers to their chest. 'Maybe I shouldn’t have done that...' they thought and frowned while walking home, they stare at the reflection of an old broken mirror as they smirked with small tears dropping out of their eyes.

‘I miss him…’ they thought, still walking. Their house was a long distance away, considering, they have been putting up posters for a good few hours around the town. Walking felt like a burden in itself, breathing felt like a burden, D̶̡̳̟̙̈̈́̕A̴̲̺̖̙͗̐̅ had already been grieving, before hand. Maybe it was the loss of their F̶͍͝r̸̥͘ì̶̦͓̿͆ḗ̶̖͔̲̚n̵̩̾̊̎d̶̢͍̍.̸̯͒̽̈ but maybe it was something else. Tears were pouring more and more as it came slowly down on their F̸̛̞̟͆̌ȧ̷̝͊̌c̴̖̪̈́͜ẽ̴͇̼͂. So much guilt from that one faithful night. ‘I should call Celine,and check up on her’ they thought as they finally reached home, touching the cold door knob. Feeling a wash of relief, they sigh and smile, walking inside. It was a mess inside, papers and documents everywhere, some broken items, but something catches their eye. A photo frame. Slightly cracked, but still intact.

It was you….and mark,Celine,will.

And…and…Damien.

They scoffed and tears came rolling down faster then a flood. They scowled at what could’ve been a perfect friendship. But he ruined it.

It didn’t matter, not anymore.

You sigh softly as you turn away.

Maybe you should’ve stayed home that night….

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page  

A Step Back in Time, chapter 11

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Series Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match. 

Rating: M🔞 - Warnings - Series will contain crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Words: 3268

A Step Back in Time, Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: Liam, Riley and William arrive for a weeklong retreat in Lythikos. Olivia takes Riley ‘under her wing’ to mentor and to offer advice for her return to court. Olivia was determined to get her friend into the right frame of mind and to ultimately get the sparkle back in her eyes. 

Music Inspiration: What Was I Made for? Billie Eilish ; Lose Control, Teddy Swims 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’) 

‘Cause I, ‘cause I 

I don’t know how to feel 

But I wanna try 

I don’t know how to feel 

But someday I might 

Someday I might 

Think I forgot how to be happy 

Something I’m not, but something I can be 

Something I wait for 

Something I’m made for 

Something I’m made for’ 

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital 

If you told Riley Brooks that she would be living in Cordonia, in the Royal palace, with the King of Cordonia just last summer ... she would not believe you. She would tell you that ‘once upon a time’, she fell in love with that King and competed for his hand in marriage in his social season. By reason of the cruelty of fate, and the callousness of the Royal court, that dream would be ripped away from her by a world that was foreign to her. Where outsiders, or commoners, were frowned upon and/or deemed lesser than the noble class. She would be relegated to be the other woman, the mistress to that immensely powerful man whose duty to his country dictated that he must marry a ‘chosen’ woman, even though he did not love her. 

...and she had to watch that man she loved, marry another. 

...because she loved him, she remained. Confiding to him, ‘I’ve made my decision ... I want to be with you. I don’t care what it looks like.’ 

...and it broke her. 

In the Royal east wing, inside William’s bedroom, Riley meticulously packed his clothing into a large suitcase. Carefully selecting each item with love and care for their winter vacation in the Alps of Lythikos, she folded his small woolen sweaters with matching pants and jeans. Soft mittens and a woolen cap were nestled next to his favorite plushie, Scooby; ready to go with him on his snowy adventures. 

"Li Li, sweetheart, come here please," Riley called out, her voice echoing through the spacious room. William bounded towards her; his eyes wide as he watched his mother pack his belongings. 

"We go away, Mama?" William asked, his voice filled with wonder. 

"Yes, my sweet boy," Riley replied with a smile, scooping him up into her arms and placing him down on his bed. "We're going to the mountains with your father to visit a good friend of ours. It's going to be so much fun." 

William's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of his father. In the five short months since he met his father for the first time, the bond between father and son had grown stronger exponentially. William adored Liam, who always had time for his son's playful antics in New York and now, here in Cordonia, as well. Despite his Royal duties, Liam made the point to spend as much time with William as possible. Riley was not surprised. Liam often spoke about what kind of father he wanted himself to be. The exact opposite of his own father. She could tell that Liam was trying his best to make up for all the time they had lost. And she could not be happier. 

Riley continued to pack, tucking away William's favorite books and toys to keep him entertained during their trip in Lythikos. She had already arranged for snacks with the kitchens, ensuring they would have everything they needed for the long drive to the northern chateau.  

Riley looked up, catching Liam's gaze.  

Liam stood and silently watched, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched Riley packing their son's belongings for their trip, while William happily tried to help his mother. 

"Come, my King," Riley softly spoke and smiled with a playful glint in her eyes. "Help me double-check if we have everything for our little adventurer." 

Liam pushed himself away from the doorframe and strolled over to Riley; he crouched down beside William, who was wide-eyed with anticipation. 

“Daddy, look.” William pointed to the large suitcase, smiling happily at his father. 

"Hello, my little prince," Liam greeted, ruffling William's hair. "Are you ready for an adventure?" 

William giggled and nodded his head vigorously, his eyes reflecting the admiration and adoration he held for his father. Liam chuckled, “I see you have lots of toys packed.” 

William climbed over to the suitcase and plucked his favorite plush to show his father. 

“Ah, I see you packed your little dog. Is he your special friend?”  

“Yes, Daddy. I love puppies.” William grinned, squeezing his toy. 

“You do? That is good to know,” Liam winked at Riley as William returned his toy to be packed. 

“I will meet you two in an hour. All right, love?” Liam asked Riley. 

“Okay, Daddy,” William answered as Liam and Riley chuckled together at his response. 

As Liam left to go to his study, Damien entered, bowing to Liam, “Your Majesty”. 

Liam smiled and nodded 'hello' in response as he walked towards his assistant waiting in the hall followed by his security detail. 

Nevrakis Chateau, Lythikos, Cordonia 

Driving through the majestic mountains, Riley stared at the vista overlooking the Nevrakis chateau. Memories flooded her mind as they passed the frozen lake below. The lake where she, along with the other suitors skated on, with Liam during his social season years ago.  

Riley shivered. Was it from seeing the beautiful winter landscape or from those memories of past competitions for the man she loved? Riley’s thoughts were interrupted by the happy sound of her son’s voice. 

William giggled; totally enthralled by Liam’s storytelling of his past adventures in the snow. The sight of father and son was precious to Riley, as she softly smiled at the two of them. William was sitting on Liam’s lap as he pointed to the large chateau coming into view ahead. 

The escalade stopped at the grand entrance of the Nevrakis chateau as members of the royal guard went into formation and opened the vehicle doors. 

As they made their way toward the entrance, a flurry of snowflakes fell from the sky, adding a layer of white powder to the ground. 

"Wow, this is beautiful.” Riley raised her arms to the sky. “I remember my first visit here during your social season.”  

"It is. If I remember correctly, it was just as cold." Liam quipped adjusting William’s scarf. 

Members of Olivia’s waitstaff greeted the party as they entered the lavish and grand estate. Standing at the base of the grand staircase, Olivia grinned as William squealed at the pair of Alaskan malamutes sitting inside the foyer. 

“King Liam, Lady Riley and Prince William ... welcome to my quaint northern lodge. I am delighted to host the three of you.”  

Liam approached Olivia and kissed her cheek, then gestured to Riley and William to join them. 

"Olivia, it's been far too long since I last visited. The grounds are magnificent.” 

"Indeed, thank you, Liam.” Olivia beamed with pride. 

"Thank you for hosting us. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated.” Riley added. 

"Anything for my dear friends." 

Olivia's attention was drawn to William, who was petting the dogs and giggling. 

"Well, hello again, prince William." Olivia walked over and knelt beside and offered treats to her two canine companions. 

William looked up at her and smiled. 

"Hewwo." 

"He's even cuter than I remember," Olivia grinned. “This one,” she motioned to the brown tipped dog, is ‘Mischa’. And this big guy is ‘Zeus’, "she cooed. 

"Now, Riley." Olivia stood and walked forward slowly, looping her arm through Riley's arm and leading her inside. "We have lots to catch up on. Liam, make yourself at home. Your Royal suite is ready for you. Gustav will be your personal attendant for your stay." 

"Thank you, Liv. That is much appreciated." 

"You are quite welcome. Now, Riley, let us get started on our girl time.” Liam winked at Riley, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled at Riley’s faux scared expression. 

"Okay, sounds good." Riley shook her head grinning as she walked by Liam. 

Olivia and Riley climbed the grand staircase and disappeared around a corner while William sat on the floor playing with the dogs. 

"William, let's get you changed and settled." Liam extended his hand down for his son to take. 

"Okay, Daddy." 

“Bye bye puppies.” William exuberantly spoke to the large dogs. 

***

 Riley and Olivia sat on a plush sofa in front of a large window overlooking the mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape. 

"It's so beautiful here." Riley marveled at the picturesque view. 

"I'm glad you like it.” Olivia proudly acknowledged as she handed a large glass filled with chardonnay to Riley. 

Olivia sat back and watched Riley; her expression turning serious. 

"Riley, I know that things have been difficult for you since you've come back, but you have to remember, you're a force of nature. You are stronger than you think.” Olivia was continuing the conversation of their last visit at the palace.

Riley looked down at her hands, which held onto the wine glass with a death grip. She knew the invitation to spend the week in Olivia's duchy was not just a holiday for her, Liam and William. Her once adversarial friend, and now, her good friend, wanted to assist her with reuniting with Liam.

"I can see the pain and sadness in your eyes." Olivia continued. 

"Oh... "  

"How is it really going? Riley, how is everything between you and Liam?" 

Riley sighed and set her wine glass on the table. 

"I'm...I'm not sure." 

"Do you still love him?" 

"Yes, of course. I have never stopped loving him.” 

"Do you think he loves you?" 

"Yes.” There was a small smile followed by biting her top lip. 

"Then what's the problem?" 

"I'm not sure."

Olivia shook her head and sighed. 

"You have to trust him, Riley. He loves you. And I can see how happy William makes him.” 

"I know that.” 

"But there's something else, isn't there?" Olivia eyed her friend for clues.

"It's just that... we've spent so much time apart. And now that we are back together, things feel different.” 

"I think I understand. That is quite normal, all things considered." 

"And I'm worried that he'll eventually resent me for leaving him while I was pregnant with William." 

"He could never resent you, Riley. You are the mother of his child. It'# not in his DNA.” 

“I keep thinking that that there will be another scandal around the corner. That something or someone will tear us apart.” 

"What happened to that confident and free spirited American girl? The one who turned the court on its' head. Where did she go?"

"I know what you are asking. I feel scared; waiting for the other shoe to drop.” 

"Scared of what? And why?" 

"That he won't forgive me." 

"Riley, listen to me. That is your guilt talking.” 

Olivia reached over and grabbed Riley's hands, looking her in the eye. 

"Liam loves you. He will always love you. You and William are his world. And I know that he wants nothing more than to make you happy.” 

"But..." 

"But, nothing. There is no 'but'.” 

"Okay." Riley was not convinced. "But, Madeleine ..."

"Is out of the picture; where Liam is concerned. You have the power of position now, make Madeleine feel it." 

Riley looked at her friend and took a staggered breath.

"Most importantly, you hold the King’s heart...show the world, show Cordonia, show Madeleine what that means...you will bring her to her knees." Olivia sneered. 

"This is why I wanted you to come for a visit. To remind you of who you are and what you are capable of.” 

“Olivia ...” Riley sighed, shaking her head, ‘no’. 

"Now. Come with me." 

Olivia stood and motioned for Riley to follow. 

Olivia took her down to an armory in the bowels of the chateau. 

"Here we are." Olivia turned and motioned to a wall of weapons. 

"What are we doing down here?" Riley asked, eyeing the collection of weapons displayed on the wall.

"We're going to do some training.” 

"Training? For what?" Riley questioned, perplexed. 

"For the press." 

"Why do I need training for the press? With weapons?" 

"Because they're vultures. They will try to get a rise out of you. They will ask rude and invasive questions. They will try to trip you up.” 

"But why do you think I need training? I know you haven’t forgotten that I was subjected to them during Liam’s social season." 

"Because they're relentless idiots.” Olivia sneered. 

"Okay, but ...” 

“Now that you are back in Cordonia, the mother of the crown prince, no less ...they want to find out your intentions with their king.” 

Riley took a deep breath, closing her eyes. 

"Don't worry. I'm going to teach you how to handle them.” Olivia confidently proclaimed with a smirk. 

"Thank you, Olivia.” Riley sighed as she eyed the collection of pointy weaponry again. 

"Of course. Now, let us get started.” 

Riley was grateful for Olivia's help and advice. She knew that she was right about the press, having dealt with them through the engagement tour, after the scandal was brought to light. 

Riley didn't have to know that. At least, not yet. 

And she knew that she needed to be prepared. Riley understood the extent to which the press would dig and manipulate information to get a juicy soundbite. But she was not aware that Madeleine would have her own agenda to discredit and sabotage her at every chance she got, all the way from Morocco. However, Olivia was well aware of Madeleine’s spite and her bitterness over losing the crown. 

"First off. I want you to choose a weapon." Olivia pointed to her collection of weaponry mounted on the wall. 

"A weapon?" Riley’s eyes were wide looking at the selection before her.

"Yes. You cannot fight the press with words alone.” 

"Um...okay." Riley answered sceptically. 

Riley looked at each weapon closely. There were swords, halberds, axes and daggers, among others. 

She picked up a sword. 

"Hmm...a sword? Interesting choice." 

"It's light and I can move fast.” 

"Good. Particularly good.” Olivia nodded approvingly. “That would be a weapon that Liam would choose.” 

“Really?” Riley admonished. 

"Now, we'll practice some moves.” 

"Moves?" 

"Yes. Maneuvers. Stances. Blocking and parrying.” 

"Wow. This is serious.” 

"Indeed. I'll start slow, but don't let your guard down.” 

"I won't.” Riley responded warily. 

"Good. Now, attack me." 

"What?" Riley looked aghast.

"Attack me." 

"Oh, um ... okay." 

Riley raised the sword and ran at Olivia, who easily dodged the blow. 

"Is that the best you've got?" 

"No.” 

Riley lunged at her again, and again, Olivia sidestepped each attack. 

"You're leaving yourself open.” Olivia challenged.

"I am?" 

"Yes. If this was a real fight, I would have cut you down by now." Olivia chirped. 

"Oh.” Riley let out a large breath, wondering to herself how this lesson was going to end. 

"Here. Let me show you." 

Olivia demonstrated a series of moves, her sword flashing and swooshing in the air. 

"Now, you try.” 

Riley imitated the movements, her sword swishing through the air. 

"Better.” Olivia critiqued. 

"Thanks." Riley answered questionably. 

"Again.” Olivia commanded with Riley going on the defensive. 

They continued to spar, their swords clashing together. Riley was impressed with Olivia's skills and ability to read her opponent and react accordingly. 

As they continued to fight, Riley became more comfortable with the sword, her moves becoming more fluid and graceful. Liam slipped into the back of the room, quietly watching the sparring.

"Excellent.” Olivia praised.

"Thanks.” Riley smiled at the compliment, picking up a bottle of water.

"Now we need a target." Olivia led her to a stuffed, practice dummy.  

Riley chuckled as she watched her friend attach a large face photo of Madeleine onto the head with a dagger.  

"Here, let me help you." Olivia handed her an assortment of knives, before she expertly threw her dagger.

Riley's first few throws landed wide, but she quickly found her mark, sinking several blades into the center of the picture. 

"Nicely done.” 

"Thanks." 

"Feel better?" Olivia snickered as Riley laughed. 

“Yes! Yes, actually I do. But I don't understand. How is this going to help me?” 

 "When the press asks you questions, you need to stay calm and confident. If they try to rattle you, throw them off balance. Focus on your target.” Olivia pointed to the picture. 

"Let's practice."

"All right."

"Imagine I'm a member of the press. And I ask you, 'Lady Riley, where have you been all these years?'"

Riley cleared her throat and straightened her posture. 

"I've been raising my son in New York. It's where he was born and raised.” 

"Why did you leave Cordonia?"

"I left to protect my child. And because I knew that King Liam had an obligation to the Queen.” 

"What are your intentions now that you've returned?” 

"I'm here to support my son and to be a part of his life.” 

"Do you still love the King?” 

"Yes, of course." 

“No! STOP!!!” 

Olivia moved assertively towards Riley. "This is where you say, 'that's all the questions for today’ and then you walk away from the microphones. Show confidence. Show determination. Show stoicism. Control the narrative.” 

Riley raised her eyebrow. "How did you get so good at this, Olivia?" 

Olivia shrugged, her shoulders rising slightly. "I'm the duchess of Lythikos. People talk. And sometimes they don't realize I'm listening." 

Riley nodded, a new respect for Olivia blossoming in her heart with a renewed sense of determination in her step. 

Feeling his arms, Riley giggled and leaned back against him with a content smile. 

Liam sauntered up to Riley from behind, wrapping his arms around Riley’s waist. 

Riley turned around to look at Liam, her eyes filled with love. 

“The Royal guard will then lead you away from the gathering,” Liam interjected. “You will never be left without protection.” 

"Thank you, Liam.” Riley tearfully smiled.

"I want you to know that while I am alive, you will always have a home in Cordonia. And I will never let anyone threaten that ... or you ... ever again.” 

Riley felt a warm feeling in her chest and a sense of calm.

Maybe everything was going to be all right, after all. As long as she had Liam and William, she knew she could face anything.

"Liam, I love you."

"I love you, too, Riley."

Liam pressed his lips to hers, and Riley melted into his embrace. They kissed for a long moment, savoring the feel of each other's bodies.

"Come, let's go get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."

"I'm ready.*

"Pleasant dreams you two. Good night."

"Olivia, thank you for your expertise. It is much appreciated.

"Your welcome, Liam. It's my pleasure."

Good night." Riley called out.

Riley followed Liam out of the room, her hand firmly grasped in his.

And for the first time since she had come back to Cordonia, she truly felt like she was home.

"Thank you, Olivia," she whispered as she lay in Liam's arms, his steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

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