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ahhhhhhhhhh my dralivia heart <3 <3 <3 <3 

Can’t imagine it any other way - Drake x Olivia fanfic

Summary: Drake seeks Liam’s advice about asking Olivia to marry him. He knows he loves Olivia and he wants to marry her, but with what it could mean to the duchy of Lythikos, it seems there’s a lot at hand to consider before taking such a step. 

Author’s note: anon requested a Dralivia proposal fic, and I obliged! Sorry it took a while, at first I had an idea but kinda lost it mid-way, only to get back to it today. Hahahaha oops. 

Hope you’ll like it! Enjoy 😊

“Hey, what’s up?” Liam asked as he sat down beside Drake, a drink in each hand - one for Drake and one for himself.

They were sitting in a small, local cafe in Cordonia, one that the press probably never heard of, and by the time word got out both Liam and Drake would be gone already.

Liam handed Drake his drink, while leaning over in his chair.

“I’m fine I guess, how about you?” Drake asks, while taking the first sip of his warm beverage.

Liam was king now for a couple of years, and he and Amber had two kids but he still made time for Drake. He cherished all of his friends and even in his busiest times, he still could send a warm smile or an encouraging word.

Drake sometimes couldn’t believe how he’d doubted his best friend, since here he was - king of Cordonia, making time to go for a cup of coffee with a commoner like Drake.

“I’m good,” Liam nods, and Drake can tell his answer in genuine. Then, Liam leans in, gaze considerate. “But I asked about you, y’know?”

Drake watches him for a long moment, with a mixture of shock and amazement, before chuckling and rolling his eyes. Of course Liam would catch up on something that was weighting over Drake, even if he didn’t say a word about it.

“I should’ve known you’d see right through it,” Drake commented, preparing himself mentally to come clean.

“Of course,” Liam smiled, reassuringly, before letting his face turn into a serious expression once again.

“Is it about Olivia?” He asked, referring to Drake and Olivia’s growing relationship.

“Something like that.”

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i honestly love their friendship so much. Thanks for tagging me asdfghjkl this was a lovely surprise !! 

Tabletops - Portraits of In-Between

Author’s note: Written for TRR Appreciation Week. Liam x Olivia friendship. Check out the others in this series here:

Ivory (Liam x Hana) - Football (Drake x MC) - Apple Pie (Maxwell x Drake)

Summary: Liam and Olivia share a private moment at the biergarten.

Tags: @madaraism, @butindeed, @crayziimaginations, @boneandfur, @decisso

The revelers dance and laugh from their places above her on the table. She watches as Maxwell pulls Riley around in a spin before looking down at her knees, a feeling of complete heartbreak deep within her chest. She knew this was coming, since the moment she kissed Liam in Lythikos, but she didn’t think it would hurt this much for so long. She had watched as he desperately tried to clear her name, as he stole away into the shadows to meet her, and as his determined expression melted into one of sheer relief and happiness. She feels the bench of the picnic table shift as his weight hits it but she doesn’t move. They both sit backwards at the table, side-by-side, looking up at their group of friends.

“It means a lot that you’re here.”

“I couldn’t miss it.”

He runs his hands down his legs before leaning forward and resting his elbow on his thighs. “You probably could’ve gotten away with it.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she corrected. She knew how important this was for him, and she so wanted to see him happy even if it meant they would never be together. It was something she had to learn to live with, he never did and never would see her that way. She put on the hardened, brave Nevrakis face. She steeled herself, arming herself with her biting sarcasm and snark. She’d be alright. He looked at her, over his shoulder, propping the side of his chin on his hands. A small smile that does little to hide what he’s thinking turns up the corners of his mouth. It was almost apologetic.

‘Why does he have to look at me like that?’

She swallows her emotion and looks back into his gentle eyes. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way any longer, but she’s helpless when he looks at her like he cares for her. She knows he does, just not in the way she hopes.

“They’re having fun.”

She turns to watch the group again. They had even somehow managed to get Drake on the table, dancing alongside them. He had to be drunk, very drunk. She exhaled as a laugh rolled around in her chest. She reached for her phone, she had to document this so she could hold it over his head, forever.

“You want to join them?” Liam sits up and leans back against the table behind them. This time she laughs out loud.

“My ancestors would roll over in their graves.”

“Okay, not on the table then.” He motions to the space cleared by their friends pushing together the tables for a larger stage to dance on. “What about there? Just us?” The way his smile touched his eyes, so honest and kind, Olivia couldn’t say no. She didn’t want it to look like she was jumping at the chance though.

“Fine.” He stood, offering his hand to her, and she took it graciously.

“Make room! Olivia and Liam are joining us!” Maxwell shouts from above them as he starts jostling Drake, pushing him close to the edge of the table. Hana catches him firmly by the shoulders, keeping him from toppling over the side. Liam hold up his hand and shakes his head.

“Not quite yet, Maxwell.”

“He didn’t say no guys. You heard him!” Maxwell drops down into a cossack kick and Hana and Riley cheer.

Liam leads her in a small circle before pulling her to him, his hand resting on her back. She feels it press into her and the butterflies start. They sway together to the quick beat. Liam leads her into some spins and other moves appropriate for the upbeat song. He pulls her back to him and she laughs a bit.

“Is that a genuine smile on Olivia Nevrakis?” He teases her. She rolls her eyes and watches as his eyes drift from her face to the woman standing on the table with his friends. His eyes melt at the mere sight of her and he can’t help when his lips pull up into a perfect, dreamy smile. She knew Liam as well as Drake and she knew how he’d looked at other women who had come his way before he had to get serious for the throne. Not that he’d ever been as presumptuous as Leo, but he’d never looked at anyone quite like that before. Olivia knew if she couldn’t have him in the way she wanted, that he was happy and completely in love with someone she didn’t find utterly unworthy. She weathered one hell of a storm and still remained at his side. As they sway, Olivia turns her head to watch the group on the table.

“Olivia!” she shouts from her perch. “You and Liam have to join us!” Riley’s eyes are soft, an apology in them. She knew how she felt and hated to be celebrating with the others, like she was rubbing her face in the mess she created. She extended her hand towards the two of them, a figurative olive branch.

Olivia allows her hand to slide from Liam’s shoulder and down his arm before smirking at the group. She glances at Liam for a moment before taking his hand and striding towards the table. She steps up onto the bench, grabbing Riley’s hand to steady herself before she places a foot on the table.

“Oh my god, Liv is getting on the table guys. Can I call you Liv? I’m calling you Liv, everyone needs a nickname in this gang.”

“You can’t call me Liv, Maxwell.”

“What was that Liv?” She finds herself sandwiched between Riley and Maxwell. Yet Maxwell is still shouting. Liam joins them, finding a spot on the other side of Riley.

“So no Liv. How about Red?” Maxwell shouts in her ear, it’s enough to draw her away from watching the two of them. Liam’s arm is around her waist, his lips brush against her ear. Riley giggles at something he’s whispering and her cheeks flush. She doesn’t answer him and Maxwell continues to list nicknames for her. He fades into the background when Liam pulls back from Riley’s hair and his gaze catches hers. She smiles and nods, flashing him a quick thumbs up. She snaps back when Maxwell’s voice pulls her away from the moment.

“Ginger? Ginge? Oh my god. Ginger Spice? Puh-lease let us call you Ginger Spice.”

“No.”

“…You’re just like Drake.”

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AHHH she better tell Liam !!! She better not try and hide it !!!!

TTS: Part 31 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY:  She was lucky to be alive.  At least that’s what Alicia said.  She didn’t like to think about what would have happened had she fallen at home, alone.

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5/15/18 - Here it is guys! I hope you enjoy this part as much as I did. <3 I love reading all of your comments and predications.  It makes me smile everyday! 

PART 31 - Lucky

Riley could feel herself moving, but for some reason she couldn’t open her eyes.  It felt like someone was trying to wake her up.  The jostling back and forth was making her feel nauseated.  She kept willing herself to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t.  She could hear faint noises off in the background.  There was a siren.  It was blaringly loud, and she wished she could cover her ears, but she couldn’t find the strength to move her arms.  She could hear Alicia, faintly saying her name over and over again.  She wanted to open her mouth and yell that she was fine, but she couldn’t.  Was she fine?  If she were, she’d be able to open her eyes right?  Why couldn’t she move?  What the hell happened?  

She could hear more voices come around her.  They sounded frantic.  They were moving her to and fro, positioning her body in a way that felt terribly wrong.  It hurt.  She wanted to scream, but she was stuck.  She just couldn’t react.  She couldn’t tell them to stop.  She couldn’t scream that they were making her feel worse than she already felt.  She could hear Alicia crying then.  Her sobs, trying to explain what had happened.  What did happen?  She remembered feeling woozy … and she remembered the blood.  Oh God, was she dead?  There was so much blood.  She remembered feeling the wetness on her temple.  Was she bleeding out?  Was that why she couldn’t move?

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at this rate of angsty sad fics the fandom is producing, I won't have any more hearts left to give out 

Coping - Liam x Isabella

A second chapter, a bit of a sequel of how the Rys family cope 

If you haven’t read the first part to this very sad, painful tale, please click here to read Red Rose. 

Tagging the wonderful @boneandfur and @decisso for TRR appreciation week!!

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okay sure, leave me hanging D: 

But.. what is this i see? Is it hope for Riley and Liam? Please? 

Again, thanks for the lovely read! My source of de-stress in the midst of this exam season TT 

TTS: Part 30 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY:  Because even when she didn’t want it to, life still moved on.

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5/14/18 - Part 30? Yikes! Guys, I don’t know if I can finish this in just 5 more parts.  Would you hate me if it took longer?  We shall see if I can do it, but if I can’t, please don’t hate me. ;-)  As usual if you want to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

PART 30 - Like a Car Accident

7 weeks later …

Riley had been obsessively looking over the sketches for the McDougall wedding.  She’d been up for 26 hours straight, and she was starting to see double.  She’d downed three red bulls during that time frame, and she was itching for a fourth.  This wedding had to be flawless.  This wedding had the potential to propel her small business into the forefront of the wedding industry in New York.  She’d been working hard for nearly two and a half years for an event of this magnitude, and suddenly she had it.  She was lucky they were even able to nail the job considering how she had dropped the ball on following up on the bid she had put in a couple months ago.  She’d been so caught up with things in Cordonia, she’d let the business slide.  Luckily, Alicia swooped in and saved everything.  She seamlessly handled all of the bids and initial meetings and nailed it.  She loved that girl.  Quite frankly, she would be lost without her.  She had saved her ass over the last couple of months countless times, and she didn’t know how she’d ever be able to repay her.  Scratch that, she knew exactly how she was going to repay her. She was going to offer her a partnership.  But she didn’t want to jinx things with the McDougall wedding.  Once they survived that, then hopefully things would be smooth sailing from then out.

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no no no no no no what do you mean “other two couples will get their happily ever after”? no no no no no no Liam and Riley need to have their happily ever after, please TT they cannot end like this, please don't do this to us TT TT TT TT 

TTS: Part 29 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY:  How do you survive a second broken heart?

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TAGS:  @herladyshipxx  @theroyalweisme @blackcatkita @devineinterventions2 @hopefulmoonobject @captainkingliam @pbchoicesobsessed @cocomaxley @queencatherynerhys @mfackenthal @boneandfur @spetstoof @bobasheebaby @grapefrults @pessimystic-fangirl @dralenamax @mspaigemoore @drakelover78 @kaitycole @jayjay879 @hhiggs @umccall71 @penguininapinktuxedo @topsyturvy-dream @decisso @pnhanga @ladynonsense @mrs-simmy @jamielea81 @alwaysthebestchoice @hamulau @mrsdrakewalkerblog @crookedslimecreatorpasta

5/13/18 - Happy Mother’s Day everyone!  I’m sorry this isn’t the happily ever after you all were hoping for after the last chapter, but I promise that two of the other couples get their happily ever after.  As a reminder, there’s still at least 6  (maybe more if this story runs away from me again) more parts coming, so a lot can happen. :)

PART 28 - Deja Vu / All Over Again

Drake helped Riley into his truck, looking her over.  “You’re a mess,” he said quietly.  “What the hell happened?” he asked as he walked over to the driver’s side, slamming the door as he got in.  He looked her up and down.  “Are you hurt?” he suddenly asked when he saw the dirt all over her pants.

“No,” she murmured, patting the dusty brown off of her lower half.  “We’re done,” she said through her sobs.  “We’re just done.  I don’t even understand what happened myself,” she began to hyperventilate.

Drake looked at her; a sense of panic flooded his features.  “Done?” He asked loudly.  “What are you talking about?  You turned down his proposal?” Drake looked at her in confusion, as he started his truck up.  “He said he’d be okay if you weren’t ready  …” he trailed off as he tried to process everything that was happening.

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damnit are you serious? UGGH ASDFGJHJKL i can’t take more of these angst TT

TTS:  Part 28 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY:  Some time with Liam was exactly what Riley needed.  But why is Bastien being so cold toward her?

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5/12/18 - Please don’t hate me. :( *goes to hide*

PART 28 - This Had Heartbreak Written All Over It 

Riley had gotten back to the Beaumont Estate a little before four o’clock.  She was still a bit overwhelmed by her encounter with Paul, and wanted to calm herself down before her meeting with Liam that evening.  On the cab ride back to the estate, she’d run the scenario through her mind, and she couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong.  Paul had always been so kind and patient with her.  Today, she saw a different side of him ��� a side that scared her a little.

When she entered, Andy had been waiting for her on the living room couch.  “So, how’d it go?” she asked, looking up from the magazine she had been reading.

“You can tell me you told me so,” Riley said in exasperation, flinging herself onto the couch next to Andy.  “He didn’t want closure after all … turns out he just wanted me,” she sighed.

“I take it that means it didn’t go well at all,” she said, throwing the magazine onto the coffee table.

“It was horrible,” she murmured.  “He kissed me, and then I bit him … it was an awful mess. You were absolutely right, he took everything the wrong way,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go how you thought it would,” she whispered.  “I didn’t want to be right about it though,” she shrugged.  “I just … I know how guys are … and I know I never really liked Paul, but I just figured he wouldn’t take ending things quite as well as you had thought he would.  He’s an attorney.  I figured he might play a little dirty,” she said.

“I never saw it coming,” she said sadly.  “He was always so wonderful  …. until he wasn’t,” she said sadly.  “I was so angry I told him that I never wanted to see him again … I basically told him to lose my number.”

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I first watched the movies not really liking him, but as I Rewatch the movies he's starting to grow into me. He's so precious 😭😭😭😭

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Gosh!! When is the next part coming out ? 😭😭😭😭

TTS:  Chapter 25 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY:  There would be no talk of leaving tonight.  No.  Tonight they were going to cherish one another, hold one another, and make sure they knew how much they meant to one another.  

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5/10/18 - Part 25 … guys only 10 more parts to go! Yikes! I hope you enjoy this one.  As always, thank you for all of your kind words.  I love all of your feedback and use it to make me a better writer. <3

PART 25 - Under The Night Sky

After the ceremony had ended, Bertrand and Savannah were shuffled off to take formal portraits as well as to do photo ops with some of their extended family members.  Andy and Riley were left to wander around the estate, searching for a place to wait until the reception began.  In all of the hustle and bustle of the ending of the ceremony, she had lost sight of Liam.  She imagined that what with there being so many people there, Bastien and Mara had probably escorted him to a private area to wait until the reception began.  It saddened her a bit, as she had expected they’d at least get to interact with one another for a bit.  The thought never crossed her mind that security would be a problem at the wedding.

She and Andy roamed the inside of the house, waiting for ballroom to open.  It had taken ten minutes before the doors were opened, and they got their first glimpse at the ballroom.  It was so much more than Riley had imagined.  She’d seen her fair share of balls that were held in the Beaumont ballroom, but this … this surpassed every single one of them.  This was something out of a fairytale.  The centerpieces were large, opulent.  Crystals dangled down from large white branches surrounded by beautiful pink roses.  The colors and floral design matched what had been outside in the courtyard for the ceremony.  Not a single detail was missed.  Place cards had tiny crystals scattered about.  There were beautiful floral arrangements everywhere.  It looked like they had walked into a bridal magazine.

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I don't know whether to laugh or facepalm, what did I just see. 😂😂😂😂😂

Scenario: if u asked the cast of TRR to jump for a stock photo

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Dralivi- feisty and hopelessly romantic as well. Love them so much! 

Again - Drake x Olivia

Author’s note: Fic request from @crayziimaginations for “Is that my shirt?” from the 200 prompts list. They requested Drake x Olivia so here we are!

Summary: After the costume ball, Drake asks Olivia for some help shaking the rust off his swordsmanship skills.

Her bare feet press into the cool marble of the empty drawing room as she twirls the saber in her hands. Spinning with a flourish from in front of her to behind her back. She ends the move with a quick stabbing motion behind her. She resets her stance, placing her feet one in front of the other, wide and stable. She springs forward, performing a series of three slashes before planting her feet and spinning to face in the direction she came from, coming to rest again in her starting position.

She hears him enter to room behind her, closing the door with a soft click. She spins on her heel, raising her weapon in the ready position. Suddenly, she’s dancing, moving forward, her saber gliding through the air with flair and deadly precision. He stands still, not daring to move as she nears him, the only sound in the room the whoosh of steel through the air. She pauses, only a few feet from him, her saber so close to his jaw he can smell the metal.

A wicked smile plays on her lips, bold and red, they would be the death of him. She lowers the saber.

“Is that my shirt?”

“I think you mean thank you, Drake Walker.”

His hand finds the back of his neck and he mutters, “Thanks for agreeing to this Olivia. It’s been a long time since I’ve held a sword.”

“That’s better. And yes, it is. I very well couldn’t do this in my gown, while practical for a fight, I’m sure we’ll be here a while, considering how rusty you are.”

“Where did you even-?”

“Is that really the pressing matter right now, Mr. Honor Duel?”

Drake shrugs, “I guess not. So, uh, my weapon?”

She takes a step closer to him, reaching around him, her eyes never leaving his. The devilish smirk never leaving her lips. Drake’s breath stops short. She was so close, close enough that he could smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume. She had a power over him and she knew it. Olivia produces a saber from behind him from its resting spot by the side of the door. She holds it by the blade, handle out for Drake to grab.

Once his hand closes around the hilt, Olivia drops the blade and turns away, moving to the center of the room. Her hips sway and Drake watches as she turns back to him, raising the saber, a glint in her eyes when she notices his mouth hanging open just barely. She stands at the ready and clears her throat, motioning her sword at his.

“Oh.” He brings his saber up, mimicking her stance.

She moves first, moving lightly on her feet, towards him. His eyes dart from side to side and up and down as he watches her move towards him. He almost forgets why he’s here and before he realizes it she’s nearly in striking distance. He lifts his saber to parry her attacks, his movements are clumsy and slow. The metal of the sabers clinks and sings as it meets several times. She was right, he was rusty.

“Wow, have you ever done this before?” Her lips curl upwards and a small chuckle bubbles from her lips.

“You know the answer to that, we all took lessons together.”

“Oh yes, and you always lost to me.” She twirls the saber with only her wrist the metal catching the dim lighting in the room and reflecting it back on him.

“No… well not because I… I just never wanted to hurt you.” He stumbles through his answer and she circles him, looking him up and down.

“Please, like you stood a chance.”

Drake swallows and realizes he’s been standing there frozen, like he’d been caught doing something forbidden. His jaw sets in resolve.

“Fine, let’s do this.”

She saunters back across the room, turning back to him smirking. Once she turns back to him, she beckons him, her voice calling out to him in a single breathy word, “Again.”

This time Drake moves first, his movements much more deliberate and predictable. She counters his attacks easily and spins herself behind him. His feet are heavy on the floor as he stomps around to face her. As he turns, the shirt of his that Olivia is wearing snags on the hilt of his sword and she’s caught off guard. Her eyes widen in shock as she’s pulled towards him and his sword rests at her neck.

She’s closer to him than before they started and he can feel her breath as it rustles the shirt on his chest. He notices the scent of her perfume, mixed with sweat and his own musky cologne, and he can’t stop himself from bringing his free hand to her temple, brushing hair that has fallen from her perfect bun behind her ear.

Her eyes flutter closed at his touch, so light, and she’s breathless for a moment before she reaches up and pulls him to her. Their lips crashing together as she inhales sharply against his skin. His mouth opens, welcoming her in, and she takes advantage. She sucks on his bottom lip, before she bites down. He pulls back suddenly, his eyes hooded and dark.

“Why are you so hell bent on getting yourself killed?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead his saber clatters to the floor and he pulls her flush to his body. His hands pressed to her lower back, wandering lower to grip the backs of her thighs as he lifts her. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, still holding her saber. He walks and lays her on one of the antique couches, feeling the cold steel of her saber through his shirt.

He presses her body to the couch, his lips moving from her jaw to her neck. He moves lower, nipping at her clavicle. A tiny noise escapes the back of her throat, happy, almost purring and it arouses his desire for her from the pit of his stomach. Her free hand slips from his shoulder to his chest, where she pushes against his chest, snapping him from the place he was at her chest. He looks up at her green eyes, confused.

“Perhaps we should continue this elsewhere?” She cocks an eyebrow at him, rolling her hips against him, eliciting a deep groan from him. He lifts her from the couch, pulling her to her feet and moving from the room. When he reaches for the door knob, she clears her throat.

“I’ll go first, you remember where my room is right?” She notices something flicker over his face, hurt perhaps, but it was too scandalous to be caught together like this. She had a reputation. He was a commoner, but something about him was so exhilarating she couldn’t stop herself from pulling this out of him every time they were alone. He nods as she runs her hands up his body before slipping out the door.

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i did not expect this at all HAHAHAHAHA 

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A/N: I am so overly excited to present this one-shot. This is the giveaway fic that @captainkingliam requested. It is a Liam x MC pairing using the #32 of @laniquelove prompt list. I guess this is also would be rated as M? 

Summary: What happens when Catheryne walks in on Liam after being away on a business trip? What disturbing secret will she learn?

Tag List: @captainkingliam @decisso @devineinterventions2 @madaraism @theroyalweisme @drakewalkerwhipped @laniquelove @drakesfiance @hhiggs @hellospunkiebrewster @alicars @mrswalkerreynolds @mfackenthal @simplyaiden-blog @hopefulmoonobject @blackcatkita @cocomaxley @boneandfur @lizeboredom @crayziimaginations @umccall71 @zarina-x-zig @trianiasti @ranishajay @heatherfilliez @flyawayblue56 (using my normal tag)

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you know? I am so tempted to write the entire letter using fountain pens and elaborate calligraphy, and frame it up. This was so beautiful ! 

Unconditional - Part X of Duty

Author’s note: Well this is it, the last bit of this story. Thank you so much for sharing it with me and encouraging me through it all. I hope you love it, I was certainly an emotional disaster as I wrote, proofread, and edited the whole thing and it’s been something I knew was coming for a while. I can’t wait to keep my creative juices flowing with another idea, a few juicy prompts you all provided me, and of course Portraits of In-Between. If you’re new or missed something along the way, you can catch up here:

Part I: Déjà Vu - Part II: Hopelessly Cold - Part III: Bitterness - Part IV: Rage - Part V: Promises - Part VI: Oath - Part VII: Dysphoria - Part VIII: Toska - Part IX: Credence

Summary: Twenty years later, before the first event of her first social season, Ellie is surprised by a letter as she relives the events after her father died.

Word count: 2255

Tags: @queencatherynerhys, @theroyalweisme, @pbchoicesobsessed, @mfackenthal, @crayziimaginations, @boneandfur, @madaraism, @lizeboredom, @gardeningourmet, @hopefulmoonobject

Twenty years later.

A beautiful woman sits at her vanity near a palace window, her hair cascades down her shoulders and back, shining and dark. She turns her face to the mirror for but a moment and catches her grey-green eyes in the reflection. Just as quick, she looks at a picture on a side table briefly taking in a portrait of a family she barely remembered existed. Her father, from what she had been told, was a man to be inspired by, gentle and strong, profound and kind. It was a tall order to live up to. She turns an envelope over in her hands; it had been found here tucked among her things when she arrived to get ready for the night’s festivities. Only her name marks the creamy smooth surface, a name only her family and closest of friends call her:

Ellie.

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@h3llostrang3r thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it. Don't know why I like writing sad things so much. 😂

Am I enough?

TRR one shot: Liam stumbles upon MC’s diary while she’s asleep, and he couldn’t help but take a look at the entries she wrote. 

MC: Courtney 

Pairing: Liam x MC 

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February 21, Wednesday. 

Dear diary, 

Sorry I haven’t been recording much, but i’ve just came back from an amazing trip with the gang. It feel so nice to be able to escape royal duties for a moment, even though I know I probably shouldn’t. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now that I look back, it was so refreshing to just spend a couple of days like I wasn’t the queen of Cordonia, and I didn’t need to be stressed about courtly functions or Bertrand’s excessive criticisms. 

I left Cordonia for the short trip, only after checking and checking and checking to make sure that I had left everything in good hands, and I left my work in a good pace. However upon my return, today i found that.. my work wasn’t exactly as good as I thought it would be. I failed, falling short of just a little bit to reach the target I wanted for the Cordonian finances. It’s still okay, but it’s not thriving like what I had planned and thought it would turn out. I just feel so dejected. I really tried really hard, and somehow this feels like my best is not enough. 

Liam has been a great comfort, I know he’s trying to soothe me in every way he can. But its not working, and I don’t have the heart to tell him. I feel so depressed, and I feel so useless. 

I guess that’s just me. I always aim too high for the moon, and get disappointed when I just land among the stars. 

– 

February 25, Sunday. 

Dear diary, 

I might have underestimated the role of a queen. Turns out even 4 days of depressed moping around will lead to many cascaded catastrophes. Well, not in the literal sense, but Bertrand-catastrophes. I screwed up the seating plan for the next ball, turned up to breakfast in mismatched shoes, and I almost jabbed Liam when he surprise-hugged me as I was using a pair of scissors. 

I’m just tired. I know i need to stop moping around. 

I can do this, wish me luck tomorrow. 

– 

March 16, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

hey, I’m not sure if its a good or bad thing whenever I go away too long without checking in. Its either really good news, or the complete opposite. But I’ve somehow managed to pick myself up, and continue trying to be the queen Cordonia expects me to. I think I’m starting to get better. I only hope that I am of some help to Liam. What’s the point of having a queen if she can’t help, right?

– 

April 20, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

Well, I thought I was doing good. When the reports came in last month, I was really happy and proud of myself! It was actually an improvement, and a decent one at that! But today I found out that well.. my good was actually not that impressive. There’s so many people out there better than me. Yet here I am, as Queen of Cordonia. I hate to admit it, but look at Madeline. She’s cunning and manipulative, but at least she’s got her footing secured, and she knows how to manoeuvre her way around what she wants to achieve. Look at Olivia, as fierce as she is, it does make her a brilliant fighter and also negotiator, when stern force is needed. Let’s not talk about Hana. The girl who is not just jack of all trades, she’s the master of all trades. 

I guess I brought this upon myself. I went out in disguise again, today, to the streets of Cordonia. Liam disapproves, as he really doesn’t think I should engage myself in gossip with the citizens, in fear that what they say might hurt me. But I like doing this. It allows me to experience life as normal Cordonian citizens, and learn about how they truly feel about the monarchy and our leadership, in the casual conversations with them. 

I overheard some talking about me today, doubting that I was the best option for Cordonia. Apparently, according to them, I had done well, but there are better people. 

I know I can’t please everyone, but this just sucks. I’m really tired. I’m tired of feeling mediocre, feeling as if I’m not enough. But somehow it seems like the universe just always wants to find ways to remind me that, even my good is just mediocre. 

–

Liam flipped through the pages of Courtney’s diary silently, trying to not rustle the pages and wake her up. He accidentally stumbled across this book hidden nicely between the wall and their bedside drawer. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he decided to read some of her entries. Little did he know, the emotions contained within those pages weren’t happy times, but depressing and helpless moments that Courtney had kept from him. 

Liam couldn’t help but tear up as he read some of her entries. 

How could he be so insensitive? She wasn’t brought up like any of the ladies in court. She definitely wasn’t brought up like him, trained to handle everything with a stoic emotion and sensibly. Liam crawled back into bed where Courtney was sleeping (soundly, he hoped). He snuggled closer to her and draped an arm around her waist. 

“hey…” he whispered against her ear. 

“I’m sorry, I know I definitely do not have the right to go through your personal diary. But.. had I not done that, I would never have know how stressed you’ve been these past months. I’m truly sorry that I’ve been so insensitive. I’ve let you handle all the wedding plans, and give you the tremendous responsibility of rallying all the people in court to attend our wedding. I should’ve been more of a support, at least in these areas that I can help.” 

Liam buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m sorry my love. I wish I knew how to make it up to you.. I’m sorry bearing the crown had to come with such a cost to you. I really am sorry.” Liam paused. “But i really want you to know, you are enough, and you are more than enough. I know its hard to not compare yourself with the people around you, but I’ll do what I can and make it a point to always remind you: you are always enough, and you are always more than enough.” 

Liam sighed, realising that she’s probably in a deep sleep and can’t hear him anyway. He made a mental note to tell her again in the morning. 

“I love you Courtney, I hope you always remember that.” Liam mumbled, as he slowly drifted back to sleep. 

On her side of the bed, Courtney let out a breath of relief she didn’t realise she was holding. Liam woke her up with the pain in his voice, but she wanted to hear what he was trying to tell her in the middle of the night. Allowing a tear to trickle down her cheeks, she silently prayed that she’d be enough, for both Liam and Cordonia. 

– 

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Am I enough?

TRR one shot: Liam stumbles upon MC’s diary while she’s asleep, and he couldn't help but take a look at the entries she wrote. 

MC: Courtney 

Pairing: Liam x MC 

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February 21, Wednesday. 

Dear diary, 

Sorry I haven’t been recording much, but i’ve just came back from an amazing trip with the gang. It feel so nice to be able to escape royal duties for a moment, even though I know I probably shouldn’t. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I look back, it was so refreshing to just spend a couple of days like I wasn’t the queen of Cordonia, and I didn't need to be stressed about courtly functions or Bertrand’s excessive criticisms. 

I left Cordonia for the short trip, only after checking and checking and checking to make sure that I had left everything in good hands, and I left my work in a good pace. However upon my return, today i found that.. my work wasn't exactly as good as I thought it would be. I failed, falling short of just a little bit to reach the target I wanted for the Cordonian finances. It’s still okay, but it’s not thriving like what I had planned and thought it would turn out. I just feel so dejected. I really tried really hard, and somehow this feels like my best is not enough. 

Liam has been a great comfort, I know he’s trying to soothe me in every way he can. But its not working, and I don't have the heart to tell him. I feel so depressed, and I feel so useless. 

I guess that’s just me. I always aim too high for the moon, and get disappointed when I just land among the stars. 

-- 

February 25, Sunday. 

Dear diary, 

I might have underestimated the role of a queen. Turns out even 4 days of depressed moping around will lead to many cascaded catastrophes. Well, not in the literal sense, but Bertrand-catastrophes. I screwed up the seating plan for the next ball, turned up to breakfast in mismatched shoes, and I almost jabbed Liam when he surprise-hugged me as I was using a pair of scissors. 

I’m just tired. I know i need to stop moping around. 

I can do this, wish me luck tomorrow. 

-- 

March 16, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

hey, I’m not sure if its a good or bad thing whenever I go away too long without checking in. Its either really good news, or the complete opposite. But I’ve somehow managed to pick myself up, and continue trying to be the queen Cordonia expects me to. I think I’m starting to get better. I only hope that I am of some help to Liam. What’s the point of having a queen if she can’t help, right?

-- 

April 20, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

Well, I thought I was doing good. When the reports came in last month, I was really happy and proud of myself! It was actually an improvement, and a decent one at that! But today I found out that well.. my good was actually not that impressive. There’s so many people out there better than me. Yet here I am, as Queen of Cordonia. I hate to admit it, but look at Madeline. She’s cunning and manipulative, but at least she’s got her footing secured, and she knows how to manoeuvre her way around what she wants to achieve. Look at Olivia, as fierce as she is, it does make her a brilliant fighter and also negotiator, when stern force is needed. Let’s not talk about Hana. The girl who is not just jack of all trades, she’s the master of all trades. 

I guess I brought this upon myself. I went out in disguise again, today, to the streets of Cordonia. Liam disapproves, as he really doesn’t think I should engage myself in gossip with the citizens, in fear that what they say might hurt me. But I like doing this. It allows me to experience life as normal Cordonian citizens, and learn about how they truly feel about the monarchy and our leadership, in the casual conversations with them. 

I overheard some talking about me today, doubting that I was the best option for Cordonia. Apparently, according to them, I had done well, but there are better people. 

I know I can’t please everyone, but this just sucks. I’m really tired. I’m tired of feeling mediocre, feeling as if I’m not enough. But somehow it seems like the universe just always wants to find ways to remind me that, even my good is just mediocre. 

--

Liam flipped through the pages of Courtney’s diary silently, trying to not rustle the pages and wake her up. He accidentally stumbled across this book hidden nicely between the wall and their bedside drawer. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he decided to read some of her entries. Little did he know, the emotions contained within those pages weren't happy times, but depressing and helpless moments that Courtney had kept from him. 

Liam couldn’t help but tear up as he read some of her entries. 

How could he be so insensitive? She wasn’t brought up like any of the ladies in court. She definitely wasn’t brought up like him, trained to handle everything with a stoic emotion and sensibly. Liam crawled back into bed where Courtney was sleeping (soundly, he hoped). He snuggled closer to her and draped an arm around her waist. 

“hey...” he whispered against her ear. 

“I’m sorry, I know I definitely do not have the right to go through your personal diary. But.. had I not done that, I would never have know how stressed you’ve been these past months. I’m truly sorry that I’ve been so insensitive. I’ve let you handle all the wedding plans, and give you the tremendous responsibility of rallying all the people in court to attend our wedding. I should've been more of a support, at least in these areas that I can help.” 

Liam buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m sorry my love. I wish I knew how to make it up to you.. I’m sorry bearing the crown had to come with such a cost to you. I really am sorry.” Liam paused. “But i really want you to know, you are enough, and you are more than enough. I know its hard to not compare yourself with the people around you, but I’ll do what I can and make it a point to always remind you: you are always enough, and you are always more than enough.” 

Liam sighed, realising that she’s probably in a deep sleep and can't hear him anyway. He made a mental note to tell her again in the morning. 

“I love you Courtney, I hope you always remember that.” Liam mumbled, as he slowly drifted back to sleep. 

On her side of the bed, Courtney let out a breath of relief she didn’t realise she was holding. Liam woke her up with the pain in his voice, but she wanted to hear what he was trying to tell her in the middle of the night. Allowing a tear to trickle down her cheeks, she silently prayed that she'd be enough, for both Liam and Cordonia. 

-- 

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ahhh! 

I am so humbled to wake up to this many followers! Even if most of you are probably spam bots, but either way I’ve over the moon excited and sooooo I’m doing a fic giveaway!

This is my first giveaway of any sorts (so I apologize if I suck) but I’m really excited! 

So here it goes, its gotta be a Choices pairing/character(s). I’m most familiar with TRR, TF/TS/TJ, Bloundbound, Perfect Match, TCaTF and ilitw. It can be a regular pairing like Zig x MC or an odd pairing like Maxwell x Madeleine. I’ll make it work! 

It probably goes without saying but please be following me to enter, as well as liking/reblogging this post and you can comment your pairing on here if you’d like to as well. Gonna let this float around until April 28th and then put everyone entered into a picker thingy. You’ll have 24 hours to accept or deny before I go back to the picker thingy for someone else!

I think that’s it. Thank you all again for joining me in this crazy, lovely fandom and liking/commenting/reblogging and even messaging me with your kind words! I treasure you all! (If thats not weird, just feeling my inner Bruno Mars!)

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“hate you too” hahahaha. I really love Dralivia fics. thanks for this!! 

Behind Closed Doors

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x Olivia

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 1,179

Author’s Notes: Based on characters created by Pixelberry Studios. Thanks @pbchoicesobsessed for requesting “Secret Relationship”. Hope you enjoy! @kawairinrin @decisso  @mfackenthal @never-ending-choices @viktoriapetit @chiarace @mariawalkerwrites @queencatherynerhys  @lizeboredom @xxrainbowprincessxx @simplyaiden-blog @pikaschu @heatherfilliez @boneandfur@ranishajay  @theroyalweisme @youwontlikewherewewillgo @topsyturvy-dream @hopefulmoonobject @hhiggs @sirimire @indiacater  @cocomaxley @beanieboynoah @butindeeddark-st @devineinterventions2 @alicars @abigailpoe @cordoniaqueensworld @blackcatkita @drakelover78 @drakesfiance @drakewalkerwhipped @trianiasti

“You’re late.” Olivia barked at Drake.

It was 5am. She demanded his presence at midnight. Drake, however, refused to come when she ordered. He made her wait just to tease her.

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