#Everyone else didn't notice how Constantine said Our instead of his

[radiance1]

The members of the Justice League sat in silence, joined by a few members of Justice League Dark.

They were almost ready to start their meeting.

Almost.

"Where is John Constantine?" Batman stared at those gathered around the table, one spot currently vacant. Zatanna spoke up. "He's coming."

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know how," Zatanna nodded. "But he's coming."

The table was silent for a few moments, before Superman hesitantly spoke up. "Maybe he's running late?" At Batman's look Superman felt the need to add. "You know, he could've gotten stuck up with another magic user, or something."

Superman brought a hand up to rub at his neck as he laughed awkwardly, before promptly shutting up at the look Batman sent with an even more awkward smile. The silence was notably loud, such that it made it quite easy to determine who and where the sound of crunching came from.

Flash swallowed. "What?" He dug his hand in the bag of chips, only to pout at it being empty. He quickly ran from and to his seat in, well, a flash. Laying down his armful of chips, he picked up one and opened it, back to stuffing his face. "It's not like we're starting yet or anything."

Batman's eyes narrowed.

Flash blinked, looking down at the chips in his hand, the one on the table, and then back at Batman. He picked one up and held it out in his direction. "Want one?"

Batman glared.

Flash hesitantly brought his hand back down, before sticking his hand in his chip bag and eating some more, this time quietly.

Minutes passed by with the various League members gathered around sitting ramrod straight. A few more minutes passed, and they started to relax (except batman), a couple more and some of them started up conversation with each other, with some others joining in.

Batman took the time to work through a few files, giving the occasional grunt and hm whenever Superman and Wonder Woman tried to drag him into their conversation.

It was then that a noticeable heat spread inside the room, rising in temperature with each passing second until it was no longer ignorable. Just then, when the heat reached its highest point, with the members of the League already standing from their seats, a wave of black flame appeared in a circular pattern and the League tensed, magic gathering at the fingertips of some and battle stances being fallen into by others.

The circular flame shot up, high enough to reach the ceiling and not a second later, in its place was a giant mass of flaming feathers curled into a ball.

A groan came from the middle of it, and a few seconds later-with what sounded like a huff- did the mass uncurl just enough to see the owner of said groan.

"Ello." John Constantine raised a hand and gave a two fingered salute. Everyone in the room blinked at the man currently leaning against the- creature? Being?- in just pants. "I would say this isn't what it looks like, but its exactly what it looks like."

Zatanna's eyes narrowed, before she inhaled sharply. "Constantine." She hissed out quietly, as if trying not to draw the being's attention. "What is-" She gestured at the creature. "-He of all beings doing here?!"

"Being used as a living heater."

Zatanna blinked again in surprise as she stumbled over her words. "I- what-?"

"You heard me. It's colder than Santa's tits in our house, and I'm not paying even more money for a heater when I have a living one right here." Constantine deadpanned, very shamelessly sinking back into the mass of feathers behind him and giving a most certainly exaggerated sigh to prove his point.

"But- But he's," Zatanna gestures at the phoenix again, this time with both hands. "Him. How are you okay with this!?" That time she spoke to the phoenix, rather than Constantine.

The being in question peeked open an eye, before huffing in annoyance and closing back its eye.

"So uh," Flash spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "Not to interrupt, but uh, do you mind explaining for the rest of us not in the know?"

Zatanna blinked, staring at the other League members in surprise as if she forgot they were there. She awkwardly coughed into her fist. "Right, yes." She cleared her throat, before gesturing towards the giant mass of feathers. "That being is one of the more infamous of those heralding from the Infinite Realms, because that's its goddamn Duke." Zatanna rubbed her head, as if she were getting a migraine just thinking about it. "Constantine, how did you even-"

"We met on a rainy night, and he lit up my cig and proposed his love for me." Constantine said simply.

The League stared in bafflement. Zatanna had a skeptical look all over her face. "I'm not believing that. It's too much of a stretch, even for you."

Constantine shrugged. "Okay so would you believe me if I said I sold like half my soul and conned this other guy by swearing my soul to this big guy for his protection?" Constantine deadpanned.

"Yes, actually." Zatanna matched Constantine's deadpan with a look of her own.

[bobasheebaby]

Kuebiko- Monsters chapter 2

Pairing: Liam x Olivia; Emma (MC) x OC

Word count: 1,895 Warnings: abuse, Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, Dark fic, manipulation Summary: Liam and Olivia meet Emma. A/N: More evil Liam. This one is severely twisted. This is a collaboration with @sirbeepsalot, so hang onto your seats.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, child abuse, character death, abuse, knife violence, blood, unhealthy sexual situations, NSFW content to come. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

Let one of us know if you want on or off the taglist.

Disclaimer: We only own our OC’s, the rest we are just borrowing from PB.

Kuebiko: A feeling of physical and mental exhaustion that happens after acts of violence takes place.

“I thought we talked about this Emma! You can’t go around flirting with every fucking guy you meet or they’ll get the idea that they can fuck you.” His fingernails dug crescents into her freckled skin. “But they can’t, can they?!”

Emma glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one from work was witnessing her talk with her boyfriend. “Please, Trey, we can’t talk here. I’ll lose my job if my boss finds us again.” She tried to pull her arm from his vice-like grip but instead cried out in pain as his nails dug deeper into her skin.

“I can do whatever I want whenever I want,” Trey growled as he yanked her arm. Her small body flew into his chest; to anyone watching, they appeared to be holding each other in a loving embrace. “You are mine and only mine.”

Emma let out a pained whimper. "Only yours, Trey, I belong to only you." Her breath caught as she noticed a flicker of light flash behind him. She exhaled when she realized that it was the redhead she had been servicing for the last two hours smoking a cigarette and not a coworker. Their eyes met briefly before Trey jostled her to get her attention. She lifted her head to meet his gaze.

“Now go back to that table and tell them that you are taken, understood?” He shoved her backward and released her, her petite body stumbling as she tried to steady herself.

“Yes,” Emma nodded, her eyes trained to the ground. She knew better than to try to make eye contact when he was this upset.

“Good. Don't you ever behave that way again.”

--

Olivia nodded towards Emma as she slid back into the booth after finishing her cigarette. "She has a Constantine," she murmured as she picked up her gin and soda. Liam nodded, his face even. If he had his way, all abusers would feel a blade twist in their chest.

"How are we doing over here?" Emma asked as her hands nervously tucked a strand of her short strawberry blond hair behind her ear. Liam noticed her voice was friendly but she averted her gaze when speaking with them.

"Everything okay?" He asked before taking a sip of his scotch, "You seem different since we last saw you."

Emma's green eyes darted to Olivia. Her heart started pounding in her chest as Olivia lifted her brow, her eyes confirming that she knew all about her confrontation with Trey. "Oh, everything's fine,” she quickly responded as she prayed they’d drop it. “Now, can I interest you in our dessert menu? Our pastry chef makes a chocolate lava cake to die for."

"There are very few things in life worth dying for," Olivia cooly stated before watching Emma's face whiten.

Liam shot Olivia a quick glance. "Do you have vanilla ice cream?" He smiled at Emma before taking Olivia's hand, his fingernails digging into the flesh of her palm.

"Vanilla bean and Madagascar vanilla. Made in house. Can I interest you in a scoop?"

"One of each. Everyone thinks of vanilla as plain, but I find it quite exquisite. I like to think I appreciate the small things that others overlook. Isn't that right, Olivia?"

Olivia took a slow sip of her drink as she formulated her thoughts. She held her glass up to shield the grimace spreading along her lips. "Emma, tell me, does your Trey often visit you at work and accuse you of trying to fuck your patrons?"

Her throat grew tight. Please don’t make this a big deal. If Trey finds out it will only make things worse. "I should go get your dessert—"

"Emma," Olivia's voice was tender with a commanding bite.

Emma paused and turned back to the table and pasted a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, did you want to order dessert too?"

"Oh, God no," she laughed. "I just want to know if you're happy."

Emma subconsciously shook her head and left to fetch Liam's ice cream. People like me don’t get happy.

"Olivia..."

"What Liam?” She spat. “I’m sorry, I saw her with her partner—she’s in a shit situation. It’s worth a shot. After all, didn't we come to the states to find someone? She seems like the type who is easily manipulated."

"I know," he murmured as he gently massaged the abused flesh of her palm. “I'm just sour that things didn't work out with Juliet. She was such a tender thing."

"I never expected things to work out on the first try."

Their words were cut short when Emma returned with Liam's ice cream. Two different vanillas garnished with a tiny strawberry.

--

Emma’s eyes flickered from her last table to the clock on the wall. Leave, please leave. She needed to finish cleaning before she closed up and, at this rate, she would be stuck well past when Trey wanted her home.

Come on, come on. You’re making this worse.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she envisioned Trey waiting for her drunk in the dark. He was always drunk when she got home late. He would accuse her of cheating, again; since he had already warned her that night the beating she faced would be even worse. She would be thankful if she blacked out after the first few blows. If you actually cared about yourself you’d leave.

The couple had been nice enough and made her laugh--that had been her mistake. Now, they were going to be the reason for his violence tonight without realizing it. I have to get them out of here, she thought as she threw the damp rag onto the bar top and smoothed her shaking hands over her apron. She hated tossing patrons who stayed past closing because she hated confrontation and making others angry, but she knew she would contend with far worse at home. She smiled as she approached their table, trying her best to make it believable when inside she was thinking about how each additional minute she was late would increase Trey’s anger even more.

“I’m sorry,” Emma said, trying to keep her voice even, “We’re closing up for the night.” She glanced at the clock as Liam slowly took his credit card from his wallet.

“I’m sorry we kept you late. We were having a wonderful evening and lost track of the time.”

Emma took the card, nodding quickly as she spun on her heel to process his payment.

Olivia’s gaze shot to Liam, her brow raised in silent question. It was clear she was terrified, others might miss the subtle changes, but they could read them. They used to live that fear.

Liam nodded imperceptibly. Olivia was right—they couldn’t let her return to that scumbag. Even if she wasn’t the one they were looking for they couldn’t allow her boyfriend to continue to abuse her.

Emma returned shortly and handed Liam his card and receipt to sign. He smiled as he took it, giving Olivia a nod as he started filling out the receipt.

“Emma,” Olivia said, her voice far softer and kinder than it had been all evening. She reached out her hand, gently touching Emma’s. “We can help you.”

Emma pulled back her hand at her touch. It was warm and inviting but she couldn’t think about that; she needed them to leave. “You can help by leaving.” Her voice shook. “I’m sure you understand that it is late and my boyfriend worries when I’m late.”

--

Olivia stood in front of the restaurant with a cigarette while Liam watched the back. They needed to get her alone in order to talk to her. They knew what she would face when she got home and they needed to prevent it from happening. She noticed the lights inside flick off as Emma walked to the front door. She sent a quick text to Liam and watched as she locked the door before approaching her.

“Emma,” Olivia said as she slowly approached. “I know you might be wondering why we are persistent to talk with you. We want to help you. I used to be in your situation, having someone who thought they owned me, who felt they could do whatever they wanted to me whenever they pleased.” She tapped another cigarette from her pack. “Cigarette?” She kept her tone even and devoid of emotion. Inside, she tensed and felt rage at what she used to endure, what others still did.

“I don’t smoke. But really, I know you think you understand, but it’s different. He—”

“What, Emma? He loves you? He cares for you? That’s not love.” Olivia took a long drag before slowly blowing it out. “Love isn’t fear. Love isn’t living until the day he delivers the deadly blow.”

Emma stood quiet. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, alerting her to someone behind her. She turned her head quickly and relaxed once she saw it was not Trey. She blew out a breath of relief. Had it been him she may not have survived; being seen with the objects of his anger again, after closing, would have made him angrier than ever.

“You thought I was him?” Liam said softly as he stepped next to Olivia.

Emma blinked back tears as she nodded. For the last hour, all she wanted was to get home. Now, she felt like her time had expired. She knew she was fucked.

“We’ve helped people before—ourselves, others in your situation—removed certain stressors from their lives.”

“I don’t have anyone else,” she whispered, “Trey is the only one I have.”

“And you won’t have him for long because he will kill you. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday.”

“We have done this before. We’re good. Let’s pay Trey a visit and then we’ll help you get back on your feet. We are actually visiting from our home in Europe,” Liam said. “If you couldn't guess from our accent we are Cordonian.”

“You could come back with us. We have a private jet and no one would know. You just--poof--vanish.”

“How is that possible? How can you do … things … and get away with it?” Emma's mind swirled at the possibilities being offered.

Liam and Olivia exchanged smiles. “Should we show her Liam?”

“I think we should.”

Emma’s brow furrowed as she watched Olivia open her bag and pull out two passports. Two diplomatic passports. “We are both rather important people in Cordonia. We are also very skilled at what we do.”

Emma’s heart pounded in her chest at the possibility of being free. On one hand, she went home and took what was coming, continued going down the path that would someday end in her death. On the other, she took action, took their offer, and reclaimed her life.

Tic toc

Time moved slowly as she examined her options from every angle. She wanted to be certain before she made a choice. Either way, there would be no going back, no do-over. She would have to accept the fate she chose.

“Okay,” she slowly nodded. She couldn’t live in fear anymore. She needed to be in control of her destiny no matter what tomorrow would bring.

Olivia softly hooked her arm with Emma’s. “Let’s make a plan.”

Feedback fuels us, please like, comment or reblog to let us know how much you like it. We can handle the screams, so scream away.

Masterlist can be found in my bio.

Taglist will be reblogged.

[mind-reader1]

Queen of Hearts (Ch.17)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: Some cursing

Note: Enjoy! Let me know if you’d like to be added/removed to the tag list. This chapter is short, but there will be some juuuuuicy NSFW coming Saturday or Sunday. 

Word Count: 2490

Summary: It’s the night of the costume ball, but it’s not a ball without some drama! Neville challenges Drake to a duel, a mysterious woman in red makes an appearance at court with veiled threats. 

Chapter 17: Ours - Taylor Swift 

Seems like there's always Someone who disapproves, They'll judge it like they know about me and you, And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do, The jury's out, And my choice is you.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, The waters rough, But this love is ours,

And it's not theirs to speculate, If it's wrong and, Your hands are tough but they are where, My belong in, I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.

“Your dress is magnifique!” Kiara and Penelope came up to the group followed by Madeleine as they all waited to be heralded. Emma was going to answer, but Kiara had already turned on Drake, her eyes raking up and down his body.

“I like this noble look on you Drake.” Emma rolled her eyes. She was starting to think there was only room at court for one bird sigil. Drake cleared his throat awkwardly and practically shoved Maxwell between him and Kiara. Everyone made idle chit chat before it was time to enter.

“Are you ready?” Liam whispered down to Emma. It would be their first time announced at court together, in fact it was her first time being announced to court at all, and it couldn't be with the one person she wanted most. She swallowed hard and nodded.

“Duchess Emma Barnes of Valtoria and his Majesty King Liam!” All eyes turned to them and Emma forced a smile as they descended the stairs.

“This is our first time back at the palace, how are you doing?” Emma couldn't lie she was a little jittery.

“I'll be okay. I'm just worried about you and Drake.” Liam gave her a reassuring smile and watched as their friends were announced by the herald, Constantine and Regina going last.

“I'm okay. Something about Drake is different today, he seems...happier.” Emma nodded, she had noticed it too.

“I wonder if Kiara has anything to do with it.” Liam teased, Emma didn't find it that funny. She swiftly hit Liam, scowling, before anyone could notice.

“Not funny Liam.”

“Got it. Excuse me.” He walked into the middle of the crowd, the conversation stopping as they waited for his speech. He addressed the attack and thanked everyone for being there before Constantine gave a speech, gushing about how he met Regina at a costume ball years ago. Constantine then dragged Liam away and Emma made her rounds until the band began to play. Liam approached her and bowed.

“May I have this dance?” Emma took his outstretched hand and followed him onto the dance floor. As she and Liam spun, she watched as Drake desperately tried to find someone to dance with, the only woman left was Kiara who was eager to see Drake's moves.

“Is there a way we can get rid of Kiara?” Emma muttered.

“No, besides we need all the nobles we can get. I wanted to thank you for your support at the hospital earlier, it really meant a lot to me.” Emma gave him a quick smile.

“I'm working on being a better friend, it seems like you are too.” He nodded, and they suddenly heard a commotion. Looking over they saw that Neville and Drake had collided on the dance floor.

“Walker, I hardly recognized you in that horrendous…thing you're wearing.” Drake rolled his eyes, but Emma had heard enough.

“Where’d you buy that ugly thing? The Goodwill reject box?” A chuckle rippled through the small group that was gathered.

“It's Armani! It probably costs more than your entire Royal wannabe wardrobe.” Neville sneered at both of them, not caring that Emma was the future queen.

“You can dress the peasant up all you'd like, but he'll never fit in! He'll always be the one that everyone pities! Only around to serve as the King's lapdog. He’ll never enjoy things such as this English waltz.” Liam grabbed Emma's wrist before she could lunge at Neville, she ripped her hand away and stared at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe that he was letting someone talk about his best friend like that. Emma was hoping that Drake would punch him, but instead he let Neville turn back to his date.

“Actually, it's a Viennese waltz and you're jumping in on the wrong beat.” A large crowd had now gathered around them and all “oohed” at Drake's insult. Neville was floored, he had never made such a mistake. Drake turned, and Emma saw the smirk on his face. She ran up beside him and threw her arms around him in a hug, before remembering they were in public and taking a step back.

“That was amazing Drake. I've never been prouder of you.”

“You'll never be one of us! You don't know how not to behave like a caveman!”

“Oh really? The man who trips over his own feet and picks fights for the hell of it is calling me a caveman?” the crowd around them began to laugh, some even clapped as Neville looked beside himself.

“I've had enough!” Neville pulled out a white glove and threw it at Drake's feet.

“I, Lord Neville Vancoeur, demand that you meet me in a duel.” Everyone around them gasped, Emma looked to Liam.

“There hasn't been an honor duel in over 100 years.” Emma's mind was flooded with questions, the biggest, what did that mean for Drake.

“I accept.” Drake picked up the glove and glared at Neville.

“Drake!” He met Emma's gaze, both of them holding it a little too long, others beginning to notice.

“Go get him Drake.” He nodded and turned back to Neville. As word of the duel spread though the ballroom, a mysterious woman with red hair and a red dress entered the room, excited for the duel. Emma wasn't sure, but she thought the woman was a Nevrakis. Neither of the men moved though, they stared at each other sneering.

“Are we going to duel or not?”

“To the field.” As they walked out, Emma was right by Drake's side.

“Drake is going to make you wish that you never returned to the palace you pompous ass!”

“Thanks Barnes.” Neville scoffed.

“I'm far more prepared for this than my opponent.” Outside, nobles gathered, whispering with excitement as Emma and her friends crowded around Drake.

“You took a bullet Drake, you can do this.” The first thing Liam had said about the duel all night.

“Guess all the mock duels we had as kids will pay off.” He chuckled nervously. Hana and Maxwell shared words of encouragement with him, even Madeleine came over though she was all about the political angle it would create. He turned to Emma last, she wanted to reach out and kiss him, ask him why he had done it, but she knew. He was finally standing up to all the nobles who thought he would never be good enough, who looked down on commoners.

“Take this, for good luck and be careful.” Emma gave him an extra piece of fabric from her costume, it was the best she could do in front of everyone, but it meant the world to Drake.

“You got it Barnes.”

“Let's begin Mr. Walker!” Neville taunted waving his sword around in a flashy manner. Emma gulped when she saw just how sharp they were. Neville took the first swing, Drake was barely able to deflect. Taking advantage of Drake's offset balance, Neville swung for his head and Drake ducked. Emma latched onto Liam's arm squeezing tight, she hoped Drake would take his own advice about playing dirty because Neville clearly wasn't going to fight with the honor that he claimed to have.

“Do you want to know what I despise most about you commoners.” He said, as if the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth.

“You're going to tell me either way so just get it over with.” Neville struck, and Drake parried.

“That you have no respect for those who are clearly better than you.” He struck again, and Drake barely dodged it.

“I have plenty of respect for those who are better than me, but you'll never be one of them!” Drake lunged, the force sending Neville stumbling back towards the crowd.

“Brute strength, just what I expected from a caveman!” Neville slashed forward with speed catching Drake off guard. He cut through Drake's side, a gash pouring blood out over his coat. Drake gasped.

“Drake!” Emma tried to run forward, but Liam held her back.

“He's hurt, you must stop this duel!” Hana pleaded with anyone who would listen around her.

“Nonsense. Drake needs to lose much more blood before he can stop fighting.” Emma's head was spinning, Drake had gotten hurt again, her mind flashed to the homecoming ball. Neville went after Drake who dove out of the way, scrambling to find his sword.

“Get up Drake.” Emma chanted under her breath.

“There's no excuse for lying around while your head is still attached Walker!” Olivia yelled out. He found his sword before Neville could strike again and they traded parries until Neville saw an opening, yanking Drake's wounded arm into an unnatural position. Drake cried out in pain again, falling to his knees. Neville raised his sword over Drake's head, Emma was afraid she might faint, her knees growing weaker as she clung onto Liam for support like her life depended on it.

“Let this be a lesson to you and that gold digging, commoner whore our king is marrying, you will always end up in your rightful place... in the dirt, kissing my shoes.” Emma was suddenly furious, Neville had just called her a gold digging whore and Liam stood there stoic, watching as his best friend bled at the hands of Neville.

“What do you have to say for yourself now?”

“Get up Drake! Get up!” Emma screeched falling to her knees beside him.

“He doesn't know a single fucking thing about us! Put him in his place! Show him how Americans do it!” Drake locked eyes with Emma, a newfound fury in them. Neville had called the woman he loved a gold digging whore, he was going to pay dearly for that.

“Yeah, I've got something to say. I've got one good arm and you leave Emma out of this!” He stood awkwardly knocking Neville's sword away, sending his fist flying at Neville. It connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the dirt. Drake grabbed Neville's sword with his good arm and jabbed the point at his neck, drawing blood before pressing harder, gritting his teeth.

“What are your last words Neville?”

“I yield!” He gasped as Drake eased the sword away just a bit.

“Go apologize to Emma, or I'll draw more blood.” He whispered fiercely for only Neville to hear, but he nodded in understanding before getting up.

“I declare Drake Walker the victor!” Constantine called out and cheers erupted amongst the crowd. Their friends rushed forward to congratulate Drake. Emma threw her arms around his neck, making him stumble backwards and wince.

“Watch the shoulder.” Emma let go carefully, realizing maybe she had been too affectionate again.

“You had me worried Drake.” He got a mischievous gleam in his eyes and winked.

“That was magnifique Drake!” Kiara came over and kissed Drake on the cheek making him blush. Emma suppressed an eyeroll and turned away to find Neville standing there.

“Duchess Emma. I would like to apologize for insulting you. I was out of line and pray that you can forgive me.” Emma was surprised and turned to find Drake staring Neville down.

“Get out of my face before you find out how New Yorkers settle these kinds of matters.”  

“I won't forget this!” Neville turned back to yell before he scrambled away. Emma and Drake's friends continued to congratulate Drake before he was escorted away to get patched up. The crowd filed back inside when the strange woman from earlier approached Olivia. Emma accompanied them inside and they sized each other up, her name was Lucretia, Olivia's aunt. A servant brought them a bottle of Lythikos wine and scrambled away before Lucretia could intimidate him anymore.

“We should toast, our future unconventional Queen.”

“What do you mean unconventional?” Lucretia smiled, but it was cold and calculating, Emma repressed a shiver.

“A commoner by birth, American, the business with that nobleman...Tariq? Quite the scandal, but you've put all those things behind you of course, loyal to your king and fiancé.” Emma forced a smile, Lucretia knew an awful lot about court for not being around, and a little too much about the arrangement. She tried to move on and diffuse some of the obvious tension between Olivia and her aunt, but it only grew as Lucretia revealed she was there to see Liam.

“King Liam was all Olivia ever wrote about after her parents died, she really held a torch for him.” Olivia took a sip of wine to try and hide the color rising to her cheeks. It wasn't much of a secret that Olivia loved Liam, but it was clear Lucretia was trying to get under Olivia's skin.

“So, you've known Liam for quite a while, what was he like as a young boy?”

“He was, how do I put this?”

“A free spirit?” Olivia offered.

“Yes. Though I would call it overly sensitive. He seems to have matured quite a bit now though, standing by and letting Lord Neville say those things, quite the diplomat.” Lucretia mused, Emma clenched her jaw. She needed to talk to him about that, at least Liam's sudden emotional outbursts over the past few weeks now made sense. Emma was lost in her own thoughts about Lucretia's words, wondering how she could know so much, while she and Olivia continued to argue about Liam and her parents.

“Honestly Olivia! It's time to move on! Liam has clearly moved on, it's time to think of your future!” Olivia was taken aback by her aunt's words.

“What future could you possibly be talking about? You showed no interest in my future as a child, so I don't see how it has any relevance now!”

“Your marriage dear. You need to produce a Nevrakis heir. Obviously, you're not going to listen to anything I have to say tonight though so I'll be going. I should mingle with the other guests.” Lucretia swept out of the room and Olivia relaxed for the first time since she appeared.

“Olivia?” Emma was unsure what to say.

“Do you think she's right?”

“Olivia, I… I mean...I.” she held her hand up, stopping Emma right there.

“I can't do this with you, not not tonight. I'll say something I can't take back. Besides, both of them will be falling over themselves by now, trying to find you.” Olivia downed the rest of her wine, disappearing back into the ballroom, Emma not far behind. As she approached her friends, she could hear them praising Drake, giving him endless food and drinks. She wanted to join them but, saw Bertrand hovering at the edge of the room watching Savannah before running off. Emma chased after him, and after offering her help and expertise after learning what finally happened between them, she was able to help Bertrand get a date with Savannah. Maxwell found her shortly after and was chatting animatedly about how happy he was for Bertrand and Savannah when Drake sidled up behind her.

Tag List: @notoriouscs @brightpinkpeppercorn @ooo-barff-ooo@leelee10898@princesstopgun @choicesyouplayandmore@sleepwalkingelite @roonarific   @indigo39 @skyila@speedyoperarascalparty @andy-loves-corgis@furiousherringoperatortoad@blackwidow2721 @drakewalkerfics@findingdrake @sue9659 @smritysriv@tmarie82 @larryssunflower@likethetailofacomet@zaffrenotes @mrsdrakewalkerblog @agent-bossypants @endlessly-searching-for-you   @cgd03   

[alj4890]

Chapter 29 Preparations

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella. 

Masterlist of The Other Friend TRR

Chapter 29 summary: As Liam prepares for the honeymoon tour, Constantine makes a request that no one is happy about.

Chapter 29

It has been nearly two weeks since the couples were married. Each one was happier than they ever thought possible. The tour coming up was an exciting time. Everyone made plans on what they wanted to do when they were not at court functions.

Liam could not wait to show Riley off to the world. He was so proud to have her as his wife. He knew she was nervous. In time, he believed that she would see what the rest of them saw. He was also planning some romantic adventures for the two of them. He smiled as he thought how fortunate he was to have her.

He was working quietly in his study, when there was a knock on the door. He called out for admittance and was surprised to see his father. They had not spoken since the Cornoration Ball. He knew he had angered him by marrying Riley instead of Amanda. If Drake's plan and Lord Nicholas Bridgerton's desire to see Amanda with her true love had not come to pass, he knew that he would be in a very different situation.

Constantine sat down in front of his son. There was no greeting or warmth given. "Liam, I want you to invite Madeleine on this tour."

Liam sat very still and studied his father’s face. He knew that he never did something without an ulterior motive. 

"Why?”

"She is Regina's relative and is in need of finding a husband. This tour could accomplish that for her. I know you do not care for her, but surely you can set aside your differences as a favor to my wife."

Liam knew he was being manipulated. Part of him wanted to tell him, “no”. The other part was curious as to what his father was really planning. What part of this plan was Madeleine playing? He continued to look into his father's eyes, trying to discern the man's character. He was left more confused than ever. He was a stranger now.

Liam sighed. "Very well. The moment she does anything to displease me or Riley, she will be sent back home. Is that understood?"

His father's gaze became hard and disapproving. He gave a curt nod of understanding. His eyes then narrowed. "Liam, were you aware of all the requirements your wife had to meet before you married?"

Liam leaned back in his chair. He wondered when Constantine would bring this up. "I was very aware of all of them."

"I do not believe you were. There was that one stipulation where the woman you chose to make queen had to own land in Cordonia. Now I doubt that a mere waitress had the time or money to purchase an estate. If she did not own any before the ceremony, then your marriage might not be legal." He gave Liam a cruel smile.

Liam showed no emotion, though he was seething. "I was very aware of that particular stipulation. The day before our wedding, she became the Duchess of Valtoria."

Constantine stood up and leaned over the desk. "What! You gave her the lands your mother was given! You had no right to-"

Liam stood and towered over his father. "I had every right! I'm the one who inherited the lands on mother's death. What was more appropriate than to bequeath them to my future wife and mother to my children?"

Constantine stood there a moment more glaring at Liam. He turned and walked out of the study.

Once the door was closed Liam put his head in his hands. He had been considering finding his father an estate to live out these last few months of his life. After this conversation, he needed to find something quickly. He had grieved recently when he realized he had already lost the man he thought was his father.

Another knock at the door pulled him from these dark thoughts. Riley walked in with a smile. He immediately felt the peace that only she could bring him. He stood and met her in the middle of the room. She greeted him with a sweet kiss. "Do you have much more to do?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm just about done."

She studied his face for a moment. "I saw your father leaving the study. Is everything okay?"

Liam told her about his father's request and accusation. He also expressed his concern about thinking his father might be planning something.

"Could we try and keep him from coming along on the tour?"

Liam considered it. "No. He is still influential and needs to be seen supporting us as the new King and Queen. We will just have to keep an eye on him and Madeleine."

Riley sighed. "We will do what we can."

A mischevious glint came into Liam's eyes. "I believe the king needs to focus on what's most important." He startled a squeal out of her when he picked her up and carried her to his desk. Her laughter turned to a moan as his lips and hands were used to take her mind to more pleasant areas.

Amanda was jogging with Maxwell. She really, really hated jogging. Basically, anything athletic was horrible, save for dancing. After having to run to try and be married by midnight, she came to the conclusion that she needed to be able to run faster and longer. The only good thing to come of this was she had made Maxwell so happy in joining him. He loved jogging, but always wanted company. Now he had her.

"I've been thinking about the tour."

Amanda continued to puff air, wondering how he was able to talk so easily. She gave a quick nod, hoping that meant continue.

"I think we need to take advantage of being out of town and have some time for just the two of us. When we return home, we can go on our own honeymoon. What do you think?"

"Umhm." She hoped he understood that to be a yes.

"Awesome! I think..."

Amanda had stopped and was bent over trying to get air. They had been running for an hour and a half. She might not be able to keep this up. She was pretty sure that Death was waiting over that next hill for her. Maxwell came over to her, putting his hand on her back. "You okay?"

She didn't answer. She sat on the ground and fell back into the grass. He sat with her, noticing how blood red her cheeks were. "Was I going too fast for you again?" Amanda was finally able to talk. "I think I'm holding you back. Maybe I shouldn't jog with you until I get better at it."

"Hey, I took you for better or worse."

"If my brain had enough oxygen, I would retaliate with something gruesome."

He chuckled and stretched out on his side next to her in the grass. He propped himself up on his elbow so he could see her face. All this still felt unreal. He kept waiting to be rudely awakened by Bertrand in the morning and find that he was Maxwell Beaumont, man secretly in love with his best friend, but she married someone else.

The past couple of weeks had been amazing. They had packed up and moved his stuff into St. Orella the day after the wedding. The days and nights were filled with what he always wanted, laughter and love. And the passion went without saying. Who knew that marriage would bring out that side in the two of them? What a powerful side it was.

Amanda's breathing had finally evened out and she was laying there with her eyes closed. He couldn't stop from kissing her.

"Still happy Lady Beaumont?"

"Exceedingly happy, Lord Beaumont."

He beamed at her and kissed her again, smiling as he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. When he pulled away, he saw a smile he was coming to love appear on her face. She jumped up and started running. "If you want me, you have to beat me to the house." He loved being married.

That evening, nobles began to gather at Applewood Manor. The tour would begin with the building of a barn in honor of the King's marriage. Liam and Riley invited their friends for a private drink later that night. They shared their concerns over Constantine's request.

Drake shuddered. "I thought attending the court appointed functions would be bad enough. Now, that she is joining...I don't suppose you would like me to stay behind?"

"There is no way you get a free pass why the rest of us have to do it," Amanda informed him.

"Fine. But don't expect me to talk to her. Or acknowledge her. Or breathe the same air-"

"We get it Drake," Riley said. "Since I haven't met her, I am not looking forward to it with everyone's reactions."

"She's an acquired taste. Like arsenic," Maxwell added.

Rashad nodded his agreement. Olivia felt more description was needed. "She is Satan incarnate. I'm fairly certain you can smell a faint whiff of sulfur when she walks by. The way she keeps her hair fluffed about the sides makes me think there are horns needed to be hidden."

Liam shook with laughter. "Let me know if she becomes too much to endure. I will send her home."

"Just knowing she is coming is too much to endure," Drake muttered.

Liam cast him an exasperated look. He took Riley's hand and addressed them. "I know we are asking a lot, but we will need all of you on this tour. Not only do we want you each with us as our friends, we need you there as support for the crown. We might also need you there to help keep an eye on my father and Madeleine."

"We will do whatever is needed," Hana assured him. Everyone voiced their support.

Riley smiled. "Thank you. We will see you in the morning. We've got a barn to raise!"

@fullbeaumonty @cocomaxley @darley1101 @katurrade @mynameiskaylabella @umccall71 @annekebbphotography @hopefulmoonobject

[alj4890]

Chapter 31 Buona Sera

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella. 

Masterlist The Other Friend TRR

Chapter 31 summary: It has been a few days since the barn raising and the tour has begun in Italy. Riley tries to talk to Bertrand and has her first meeting with everyone’s favorite countess. Madeleine talks to some of the others, slowly stirring the pot.

Chapter 31

Okay. Deep breath. One more time. I know I have never been a queen before. I've never been to Italy before. I've never been married before. I've never--okay Riley you are horrible at psyching yourself up. Look at the positives. You are married to the love of your life. You are in a beautiful country. You have your friends to support you. Everything will be fine.

Riley checked her appearance in the mirror. Olivia, Hana, and Amanda had come by earlier to help get her ready for the dinner this evening. Olivia had brought a red dress to impress the Italian noble that Riley would be meeting. Hana had helped her learn some phrases in his language as she put her makeup on. Amanda had been quiet through most of the meeting.

As the ladies prepared to leave, Riley asked Amanda to stay behind. "I can tell something's wrong."

Amanda looked away, biting her lip. "Riley, I don't want to burden you. Not with this tour and all."

Riley sat down. "Hey, it's okay. You can tell me. You and Maxwell aren't having any trouble are you?"

Amanda took a seat across from her. "It's Bertrand. Constantine followed through with his threat to Maxwell. Bertrand is beyond angry at him for marrying me instead of bowing down to the king's demand and taking his offer of refilling the Beaumont coffers. I...I don't know how to fix this. Maxwell is trying to hide how much this hurts, but you and I both know he isn't successful at that. I'm afraid of what else might happen. I'm worried that if this does not get resolved then Maxwell will come to resent marrying me. I've tried to speak to Bertrand, but he ignores me and leaves the room each time."

Riley sat there trying to absorb what was going on. She was worried that Constantine would follow through on the rest of his threats. What did he have in store for everyone? Was he only going to attack Maxwell and Amanda?

"Amanda, I will talk to Bertrand and see what is going on."

"No, I can't ask that of you. You have this tour and everything else going on. Plus, you should be enjoying the honeymoon part of this."

Riley smiled and squeezed her hand. "Lucky for you, I happen to be an honorary Beaumont. I love you guys and want to make sure you keep your happy ending."

Amanda hugged her and left to finish getting ready. Riley checked the time. Liam wasn't due back from his meeting for another hour. She decided to try and find Bertrand.

Riley found him sitting at the bar in the club car. He was talking to a lady that she did not recognize. When he saw her approaching, he rose and bowed respectfully. He had a fond twinkle in his eye. "Your majesty," he said with a smile. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm doing well, thank you."

He turned to the lady next to him. "I don't believe you two have met. Queen Riley, this is Countess Madeleine." Madeleine cooly assessed Riley before dropping into a curtsy. Riley smiled. "Good evening Countess, it is nice to meet you."

Madeleine continued her calculated stare. "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. It is amazing how one from so common a background has risen to such heights."

Ah, thought Riley. Now I am starting to see what everyone was talking about. Riley turned to Bertrand. "May I have a word with you?"

Bertrand nodded and told Madeleine he would find her later to escort her to dinner. She bowed her head and left for her room.

"What can I do for you?" He inquired.

"Bertrand, did something happen between you and Maxwell?"

His genial expression hardened. He sneered. "Did something happen? Only the most important thing happened. Maxwell had the chance to regain our fortune. I do not regret you becoming queen per say, but he should not have defied the king. He purposely chose to marry and not even attempt to save our legacy. And that... woman he married! She refused to do her duty. The people and her king wanted her to marry Liam. And she did not do as she was supposed to! She enticed my brother with her ways to turn his back on me. His own flesh and blood! They are both a disgrace to the Beaumont name!"

"Bertrand! They were following what Lord Nicholas had wanted. They were bound by that contract, just as much as Liam and Drake. Maxwell and Amanda love each other. Surely you do not--"

"Love! Bah! They could have still been together If she had married Liam. The King Father had made plans for such and shared such with them. They refused to think of anyone but themselves. I want nothing more to do with either one."

Riley stood there in shock at his disgust. "Bertrand, please try and see it from their point of view. They have been in love with each other for years. Liam and I could not have been together without them. Please don't lose your family over this."

"Father always said you have to put your duty above all others. Maxwell chose his path. Now he must deal with the consequences." Bertrand gives her another bow and walks away. She stood there for a few moments wondering what just happened.

Liam walked up behind her. "Good evening, my love". She turned to receive his kiss. "Wow, that dress is...wow." She laughed and kissed him again.

"Was that Bertrand you were talking to?"

Riley shared what Amanda and Bertrand said. "Liam, what are we going to do? Is your father planning on coming tonight?"

Liam had to fight to keep calm. He had expected his father to strike again. He thought though that it would be towards himself instead of his friends."We will figure something out. My father and Regina have another engagement this evening. At least we will have a reprieve. For now, we should make our way to dinner. I can't wait to show you off to Italy."

Drake and Olivia were looking at the nobles mingling, while waiting on their drinks at the bar. "I've got to say, I had a hard time keeping a straight face when you told that Italian lord what you really thought of his home during dinner."

Olivia grinned. "He just wanted us to keep inflating his ego. Someone had to pop it. I'm not going to sit and coddle him." Drake handed her a drink and clinked his glass against hers. "Here's to more popping."

Madeleine walked up to them. "Well, well, well. Don't you two look cozy?"

Drake shared a look with Olivia. Her lips smirked, "Drake, did you catch a repulsive aroma of sulfur just then?" He chuckled and sipped his whiskey.

Madeleine's eyes narrowed. "Olivia, I'm surprised to see you so chummy with the man who has insulted you through the years. It's very interesting. Is this a new way of getting your revenge? Lead him on to end it with humiliation?"

Olivia's eyes flashed with hatered. Drake gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on Liv, let's go find someone decent to talk to." She looked into his eyes, and he saw her fight to calm down. She brushed past Madeleine with her hand in his. Madeleine watched them go with an intrigued smile.

Rashad was waiting on Hana. She wanted to talk to Riley about an idea for an event during the tour. He had let her go without him so he could complete a call to his business partner, Wiliam. He was quite content to stand there across the room from her. His eyes touched on so many things that made her, well, her.

She would gently push some of her hair behind her ear whenever she was planning something or talking serious. He watched her smile bloom and could hear the music in her laughter. He was falling so hard for her. Even William noticed a difference in his voice recently. He was happy. He had been trying to take things slow with her, but all he wanted to do was go fast.

She glanced over at him and gave a sweet smile. He winked back at her. He loved the blush that stained her cheeks. He loved that she shyly winked back. As he was in this blissful state, Madeleine came up beside him. "Good evening your grace."

"Countess Madeleine."

"I see that Lady Hana has caught your attention. Such a pity."

Rashad knew he should ignore her, but he could not stop from asking. "What's a pity?"

"Oh, just that she is the kind of lady to agree to an engagement, then break the poor man's heart a few days before the wedding. It is all over the U.K. how she did the Earl of Renthorpe so badly with that stunt. He was simply devastated by her false promises. I would hate to see someone like you go through that. You've already been through so much."

Rashad stood there in anger and irritation. Not at Hana, but at Madeleine for making him think and doubt any part of her. Hana had previously shared how her relationship with the Earl went. He trusted her. He was falling in love with her. He knew the risks. He needed to get away from Madeleine. He bowed his head and walked away. Madeleine watched him leave the room and saw Hana's worried expression.

Amanda stood alone, looking out over Venice from the balcony of the restaurant. She needed a break from having to pretend that she was happy and that she didn't notice her husband's unhappiness. The dinner had been difficult to get through. Each time Maxwell and Bertrand were near each other, the coldness and snide remarks happened.

She sighed and leaned against the railing. It's only going to get worse, she thought. Amanda turned when she heard footsteps behind her. Well. It's official. I'm a psychic, she thought. Looks like the worst is coming my way.

Madeleine walked over to Amanda. "Good evening, Amanda. I haven't seen you in a long time. The way things were going, I thought you would stay in California."

"I never intended to move there. I was only helping Thomas Hunt adapt my novel."

"Hmm. Perhaps it would have been better if you had remained there. I know it would have been better on poor Bertrand and Maxwell. It would devastate me if I was the cause of brothers hating each other. Then to let down the people of Cordonia after winning their hearts. You are by far stronger than I am to be able to do all that and still be cheerful."

Amanda knew Madeleine was trying to make her feel awful, but she had thought of most of that already. She was tormented with wondering if it would have been better if she had decided to stay in California. She could have nullified her uncle's contract by marrying someone like Ryan. Had she been selfish in trying to win Maxwell and then marrying him?

Madeleine cut her peridot eyes at Amanda. "I don't know how you are able to face Maxwell everyday knowing it is because of you he has lost his only family member. Why, if I-"

"That's enough Madeleine! You will not speak to my wife like that again! Do you understand me?"

Amanda turned in surprise to see Maxwell standing there with his fists clinched. Madeleine turned to simper to him. "Maxwell, I want to help you and your brother heal your relationship. With Amanda as your wife, you need help. I would never-"

"Do you ever know when to shut the hell up?! Get out of here, bitch! No one wants you around."

Madeleine stiffened. "Oh someone does want me. He just wants nothing to do with the two of you." She walked past him to go back inside.

Maxwell took the last few steps to Amanda. He was slightly shaking with anger. He gently cupped her face. "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell her to leave you alone? If I had known you were not going to come back at her, I would have jumped in sooner."

Amanda pulled back and faced the the city. "I don't know why. I was...what she said is basically true. Things might be better for you if I had not returned. It kills me that I can't fix this for you. Knowing I am the cause of--"

Maxwell interrupted her. "Constantine is the cause of all of this! Bertrand has his head so far up his own 'name loving' ass, that he can't see anything else. If you had decided to stay in California, I would have come after you. I was already toying with the idea before you told me you were coming back."

He placed his finger under Amanda's chin to turn her face to his. "I have never at any point felt that you were the cause of anything bad in my life. You are the best thing to happen to me. You were the one dream I had. I don't ever want to see you allowing Madeleine or Bertrand or anyone ever talk to you like that again!"

He wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes met his. All she could see was love. She kissed him. "Thank you, my love, for defending me."

He smiled and kissed her. "Anytime.” As he his hands moved soothingly up and down her back, his mind began to think of something more pleasant to end the night on.

“Hey.”

"Hey to you too."

"I just had an idea."

"Okay. What is it?"

"Amanda, we need to get to our room. Now."

"Why?"

"You never had a bachelorette party."

Amanda feels her heart race at the way he is looking at her. She grins at his playfulness. "Do I get a private dancer for this?" He nods and gives her a slow wink. "Then lead the way, my Lord."

@fullbeaumonty @darley1101 @cocomaxley @katurrade @mynameiskaylabella @umccall71 @museofbooks @hopefulmoonobject @annekebbphotography