#adam driver x oc

[mynameis-noe-body]

Masterlist

For those wondering: I closed the previous mynameis-noe-body blog and opened a new one, to make it a main blog and have free access to dm.

First of all, rules. This is a list of my works, and I will rate them accordingly to Ao3 guidelines. This means they may be explicit and so, strictly +18.

I will write for the following fandoms and more (find more in others).

I will not write underage. I am comfortable with a certain amount of angst and/or violence but it's still up to me to decide what I am okay with.

I will not write for The Marauders fandom, since I do not appreciate those characters.

Requests are closed for the moment. And thank you for reading.

▪️Wizarding World

Shot through the heart

Professor Severus Snape × Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: Licorice Hatch has traveled the world, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the most famous writers and reporters in the Wizarding World. Now, she is coming back. Merlin only knows the turmoil she has caused in the heart of her dark, splendid professor. And at the very thought — eager to hold her in his arms again — Severus can't help but relive their whole story, from the very beginning, when it all started with a Wilbur Smith's book and... a two-month detention!

The Old Mill at the Hogsmeade's Eastern Forest

Post-Second Wizarding War Severus Snape × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (multiple chapters)

Summary: A year and a half after the end of the war, Severus still hasn't managed to leave Britain. No one knows of his survival, and for months he enjoys a life of silence, solitude and well-deserved peace. Everything would be absolutely perfect, were it not for you, sitting on his empty tombstone everyday to bring condolences and read some poetry. When it's said that curiosity killed the cat...

▪️Adam Driver Fandom

How to (not) kill a stranger

Kylo Ren × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: He glances at you. "A young lady like you shouldn't travel alone, on a night like this." You want to roll your eyes and send him to hell, but he was kind to help you and you don't want any more trouble. "I couldn't really stay in Aberdeen. I knew my old Corolla wouldn't hold up for long, not in this weather, but I wanted to at least get to the Motel for the night." He nods, raises the temperature of the car and you thank him again. He doesn't acknowledge your words. But he smirks. "Aren't you afraid you just crossed your path with a murderer?" You grin. "What are the odds that we are both murderers?"

▪️Stranger Things

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: All alone on a Friday night, after a long week of college classes, you just want to eat some ice cream and watch a movie. You didn't expect Jim to pay you visit — but god, if it isn't a nice surprise. OR — you and Jim (your father's best friend) get intimate on your parents' couch.

“Nothing to say, hm?”

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You let Billy flirt with you a little... that might not be a good idea. Jim will find a very passionate way of showing his jealousy.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper x you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You make Jim breakfast and decide to wake him up with your hands and mouth.

▪️John Wick Fandom

🖤 Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You and Vincent play the jealousy game at a public evening gala of the High Table. You end up revelieng almost all of your feelings to each other.

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Vincent, who has fallen in love with you and made you his beautiful wife, has never really told you about his true life of crime and murder. What will you do the first time you catch him red handed?

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You're the Marquis' favorite tailor — and you always act so innocent and pure it would just too much fun to ruin you (corruption kink).

🖤 John Wick 🖤

Origami

John Wick × reader (F/GN)

Rating: All

Status: Complete (one shot - drabble)

Summary: A casual encounter lead you and John to looking for each other, wishing to meet again.

▪️Others (open to write for: Alice in Wonderland, Joker(s), Johnny Depp fandom)

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtop (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsley

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

🔹A list of k*nks without explanation

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chief Jim Hopper

[babbushka]

Before The Otherness Came (Prologue)

Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) x OC

Prologue: 1k

Preview:

Smoke, black and pendulous, hangs in the air. It is thick, hard to swallow, hard to speak -- to breathe. He cannot see, cannot gasp around his own choking, eyes stinging. Something is wet on the floor, slippery. In the darkness there a haze of light, humming, splitting the ash and soot and screams in the night, a streak of blue like a long exposure hologram, arcing in a violent ballet against a clash of green, until the sparks blind white, a hoarse chant demanding to do it, end it, and a scream of his name in an all too familiar voice is cut short by his own hand -- 

Ben gasps awake, drenched in sweat. The same nightmare again, always the same one. One would think he’d be used to it by now or rather, he should know how to quiet his mind better by now. Thirty years and his thoughts are still too loud, so loud that he worries he may have woken everyone else up at the temple. 

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[enemiestoloverssimp]

House of Gaunt

Lady Yvette Gaunt, daughter of Tom Riddle. Aka The Dark Lord.

She was a double spy and when The Boy Who Lived had finally gotten rid of her father, she could now peacefully rest for the next decade without the deatheaters knowing she were a traitor.

Until she's offered a job at Hogwarts.

The world has forgotten The House of Gaunt, perhaps they will soon remember.

A story that explores the line of Salazar Slytherin more deeply, and also gives Severus Snape a redemption arc

[stormkobra-55]

The House of Fett: A Star Wars Story

Synopsis: Reid Janghis Fett is the only daughter of the infamous bounty hunter himself. When she was eight years old, she discovered quite by accident that she was Force-sensitive, and so her father Boba sought out the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, who would, for the next eight years of her life, be her mentor in the ways of the Force– but she is no Jedi. She is a Mandalorian, even if she does happen to wield lightsabers. However, when the Sith Lord Kylo Ren– whom she once knew as Ben– begins to seek out her old mentor for terrible purposes, she’s met with the familiar face of Poe Dameron, who is requesting her aid, and she agrees to help him, only once. But when Luke is not where she thinks, sending her and Poe on a galaxy-wide hunt for her elusive mentor, she’s forced to work with him even longer than she had originally planned…

Series Rating/Warnings: 18+ for graphic and intense violence, strong language, depictions of trauma, PTSD, use of alcohol, mention and witnessing of drug usage.

Excerpts:

|| Blades of Fett || Ren's Approach || A Bond Stronger Than Stardust || Sneak Peeks/Scenes || Survive || Jate'kara ||

Posters:

|| The Creed and the Six Actions || Everything || Mando and the Pilot || Comic Panel || Original Poster || Binary Sunset || Family || Legacies || Fett's Resolve || Across the Cosmos || Kin || Mando'a || Disturbance || Final Character Poster || Starcrossed Lovers || Connected || Yavin IV and Tython ||

Wonder AI Art Concepts:

|| One || Two || Three ||

Guides to the Realm:

|| Timeline || Lightsabers || Ships || Planets || Weapons ||

Spotify Playlists: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7jWYOdC2HQj6O9Z6YtCviB?si=Pk0VYRIcT8ae_jg7Soa1cw

Prologue:

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Before the Awakening:

|| Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 ||

Resistance: One-Shot

The Force Awakens:

|| Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 ||

The Last Jedi:

|| Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 ||

Resistance Reborn:

|| Part 13 ||

Allegiance:

|| Part 14 || Part 15 || Part 16 ||

Age of Resistance: One-Shot

Rise of the Resistance: One-Shot

Spark of Resistance:

|| Part 17 || Part 18 ||

The Rise of Skywalker:

|| Part 19 || Part 20 || Part 21 ||

Duel of the Fates:

|| Part 22 || Part 23 || Part 24 ||

Aftermath:

|| Part 25 || Part 26 || Part 27 ||

Series Finale:

|| Part 28 ||

Shorts:

|| Jaster Mereel || Legacy || Mirjahaal || Darth Airdh Vocen || Ren’s Regret ||

If anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know!

[sighmurderbot]

same ship different font

Rey/Kylo and Darkling/Alina

One side is an orphan who lived in poverty and is plucked out of nowhere and elevated to Chosen One status. They are mentored by an older figure related to the other partner in the ship, who is an established leader of the opposing side. Thematic mirrors with emphasis on light/darkness.

[hangmanscoming]

AHHHHHHH I just stumbled upon this and I'm screaming! I love this sooo much it's pure perfection! Their sexual tension 🛐 I'm so obsessed with this rn.

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. || 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, @little-diable. 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“I’m certainly not kidding, you need to work out a deal for this client,” the judge spoke.

You turned to Kylo, the arrogant prosecution lawyer that you’d been arguing against for months now. You were the client’s defense counsel, and he was on the opposite side.

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[natailiatulls07]

Could you please do the drivers reaction to driver reader bringing a boy to the race?

Formula one grid x female!driver!reader Male!OC x female!driver!reader

Summary - Being youngest on the grid meant that Y/n was heavily protected by many other drivers so when she gets a partner it's mixed emotions all around

Warning - Small anxiety

Reader drives for Mercedes

Part two

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"Are you sure? I know that some of the fans can be a little crazy about my private life..." In the past few months, Y/n had started a relationship with a guy she matched with on tinder. Not many people knew of the relationship, only her family and her management team.

Although that would change today, it was the first race of the season and they had wanted to hard launch their relationship. Adam, her new partner, was a lawyer and had his own wealth behind him but he was really proud of Y/n and loved to support her.

He could tell how nervous she was, seeing how she kept fidgeting with her hair and teamwear. "Hey, it's okay. Plus if any thing happens and you have to take legal action, you have a great lawyer on your side" He would often use humour to calm down his f1 driver girlfriend, loved to bring even the smallest of smiles to her face.

Adam took hold her hand, stopping her from fidgeting so much and started to drag her to the paddock entrance where fans stood behind barriers waiting to catch a glimpse of a driver.

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As they began to walk past the barriers, fans were shouting her name and some were asking questions about the man who held her hand. They both had proud and confident smiles painted on their faces, any anxiety seemingly disappeared.

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that your new partner?"

Nodding her head, Y/n stopped to sign some merch and greet some fans. "Yes, yeah he is. Meet Adam" Looking over her shoulder, she felt how Adam had his hands gently resting on her waist. They were both very big on pda.

Thankfully the fans had reacted well to the new face. Some softly threatening Adam not to hurt their favourite driver, which got a laugh out of Y/n and some fear out of Adam.

Soon they started toward the main entrance of the paddock, waving goodbye to the fans and individually scanning their passes. Yet as soon as Y/n set foot into the paddock, dread and anxiety plagued her mind once again.

Only now remembering that she'd have to introduce Adam to her fellow drivers, her adopted big brothers. If today weren't such an important day, she would've turned around and made her way home. Procrastinating the eventual doom.

As usual, the man still held her hand in his could sense her fear. And he knew exactly why. "Look I know I have never meet them and I know that they very protective of you but I'll try my best to earn their approval, I promise..." He coached her to take a deep breath but pulling her forward to continue the walk.

They were passing by the Ferrari hospitality area when we heard a loud shout before some softly running of feet. "Disculpe! Y/n!" A strong spanish accent mde itself known behind the new couple.

Whilst Y/n tensed, Adam turned around fully with a confident smile. "Hi you must be Carlos right? It's lovely to meet you" He started a positive conversation, only to be met with a glare and scowl from Carlos.

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?" The spanish driver snapped back, snatching Y/n's arm and pulling her away from her partner. "What do you want from Y/n?"

Taking her arm back out of his grasp, Y/n moved back to Adams side with a sign.

She knew that the other drivers would be just as protective and some even more than Carlos. "Carlos..." Her voiced broke through the awkward silence that he created. "This is my new partner, Adam. You can chill out..."

All shoulders relaxed as she explained, a small guilty smile replaced the scowl on Carlos' face. Reaching out his hand towards Adam as both an apologie and a better introduction.

After a small conversation between the three, Y/n realised that the couple had to continue down the paddock. Saying goodbye to Carlos, the two were walking down to her team garage once again but were quick stopped once again.

This time by her old teammate and the reigning champion the grid. "Y/n, um who's this?" Unlike Carlos, Max was more shy and cautious rather than forward and hostile. Something Adam was thankful of.

"Hi I'm Adam, I'm Y/ns partner. It's nice to meet you, also I promise to take good care of Y/n..." After his last interaction with Carlos, Adam tried even harder to prove himself. "Please, I promise I love her a lot and-"

Max raised his hand to stop the ramble from the younger man. He had a small smile on his face, slightly amused by his fear. "It's okay, I don't doubt it. I'm sure you'll prove yourself over the next couple of weeks..."

Giving Y/n a quick hug and Adam a pat on the shoulder, Max told them that he had an important meeting to attend and he'll see them around.

-

Finally they arrived at the Mercedes hospitality and when they first entered, Adam eyes turned to the other driver in the room. Lewis, he was sat at one the table along with some of his management team.

Much like Adam, Lewis immediately noticed their presence in the room and beckoned them over to him.

"Hi Lulu!" Y/n quicking moving to give her beloved teammate a hug before moving back to her partners side. "Lulu meet Adam, he's my partner and Adam meet Lulu, my teammate."

Unlike the other two drivers, Lewis had a reassuring smile on his face whilst getting up from his seat to give Adam strong handshake. "Well it's nice to meet you Adam, I assume you'll take good care of that crazy women right there. I wish you the best"

It was short and simple but it meant a lot to Adam. Immediately he felt approved by a legend in the sport and by someone who Y/n considered a father figure.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of her"

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>Seb! -Seb!!! -SEB OMG I HAVE NEWS!!! >What?! >It's about Y/n!! >Well go on tell me!!!!! >She has a partner! -His name is Adam and tbh I can see them getting married!!! >THATS BOLD >IKR But it's true! -They're perfect for eachother!!! >I need to meet him first and approve him first before they can even think about engagements >Ofc ofc

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[nayziiz]

Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

Masterlist

CHAPTER 1

Adam Norris, a man of unwavering intelligence and foresight, possessed a keen mind that proved to be the foundation of his family's success. Drawing wisdom from the teachings of his own father, he meticulously gathered knowledge that transcended generations. Adam's commitment to passing down this invaluable wealth of experience became evident as he shared it with his two sons, Oliver and Lando.

Oliver, the elder of the two brothers, entertained dreams beyond the confines of the family business. His aspirations leaned towards exploration and the creation of a family of his own, seeking a life that danced with the rhythm of distant lands and untold adventures. The allure of faraway places called out to him, shaping his aspirations far differently from the path his father had paved.

On the contrary, Lando demonstrated an early affinity for the intricacies of his father's business. From the tender age of thirteen, he became a silent observer in the boardroom, soaking in the nuances of negotiations and the delicate dance of corporate strategy. Lando's curiosity and natural acumen propelled him to actively engage in the family affairs, gradually transforming him into Adam's confidant and, eventually, his right-hand man.

As Lando navigated through the diverse facets of his father's enterprises, he embraced each challenge with determination and an appetite for learning. The evolution from a teenager attending meetings to a key player in his father's business empire was a testament to Lando's commitment and his father's trust in his capabilities.

The Norris legacy, steeped in generational wisdom and Lando's unwavering dedication, flourished under the guidance of a shrewd patriarch. The father-son duo forged a formidable partnership, where the torch of knowledge burned bright, illuminating the path for the next generation of Norris leaders.

Despite being a pivotal figure in the family business, Lando Norris's impulsive spending habits were a source of concern and consternation. His father, while recognizing the undeniable value Lando brought to the business, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the financial whirlwind his son often found himself in.

Adam, pragmatic and stoic, seldom approved of Lando's extravagant expenditures. Yet, a nuanced understanding of his son's behaviour allowed Adam to chalk it up to Lando's yearning for the childhood he never fully embraced. The rationale was a blend of parental leniency and a desire for Lando to experience the joy and spontaneity that he might have missed in his earlier years.

However, the Norris family's financial stability faced a significant setback following a rocky investment. The losses were unforeseeable, and the blame could not be squarely placed on any one individual. The family found themselves at a crossroads, and it became clear that swift and decisive action was required to navigate the tumultuous financial waters.

Adam, burdened by the weight of the situation, turned to Lando, his son with the untamed spirit. Recognizing the need for Lando to step up and take charge, Adam appealed to his son's sense of responsibility and loyalty to the family. The family business, weathering the storm of financial hardship, required a leader capable of navigating through the tumultuous seas and steering it back towards prosperity.

In the hushed atmosphere of Adam's lavishly appointed office, Lando found himself summoned to a covert meeting, the dim lighting casting shadows that danced across the luxurious furnishings. The air was heavy with unspoken tension as Lando took his seat in front of his father's imposing desk.

Adam, a cunning and resolute businessman with a no-nonsense attitude, sat behind the desk, his expression betraying the gravity of the situation. The room, adorned with mahogany accents and opulent artwork, served as the backdrop for an exchange that held the fate of the Norris family legacy in its balance.

In a voice that brooked no argument, Adam presented Lando with a stark ultimatum. The family, once stable and prosperous, now faced the looming spectre of financial turmoil. The weight of responsibility bore down heavily on Adam's shoulders, and with a sense of urgency, he articulated the dire straits they found themselves in.

“The Norris family needs a fresh and lucrative income stream," Adam declared, cutting through the air with precision. "Our legacy is at stake, Lando, and I need you to step up to the plate. If we don't secure our position, we risk our place in society altogether. And, if that happens, you will be exiled from this family.”

Lando, feeling the gravity of his father's words, absorbed the weight of the ultimatum. The notion of being cut off from the family legacy, a legacy he had been groomed to uphold, added an unexpected layer of urgency to the situation. Adam's eyes, seasoned with the trials of the business world, revealed the desperation and determination that drove him to make the demand.

As the conversation unfolded, Lando grappled with the realisation that the Norris family, for all its prestige and outward success, was never above delving into murky waters when it came to ensuring their stability. The unspoken understanding that resonated between father and son transcended ethical boundaries, and Lando became acutely aware of the lengths to which the Norris patriarchs have gone to safeguard their family's prosperity.

In the dimly lit corner of the opulent office, a pact is silently forged. The Norris family's survival hinged on their ability to navigate the shadows, to engage in business practices that might raise eyebrows but were deemed necessary for the preservation of their legacy. The goals, always centred around stability and prosperity, now took on a new dimension as the Norris family braced itself for the challenges that lay ahead.

In the heart of the city's underbelly, hidden behind unmarked doors and guarded secrets, Lando found solace in the dimly lit sanctuary of his secret speakeasy. The air was charged with an aura of secrecy, and the distant hum of jazz music created a backdrop for contemplation as he navigated the labyrinth of decisions laid before him.

Seated in a secluded corner, Lando immersed himself in the speakeasy’s ambiance, surrounded by an eclectic mix of patrons engaged in hushed conversations and conspiratorial exchanges. The flickering candlelight casted dancing shadows on the exposed brick walls, mirroring the intricate thoughts that swirled within Lando's mind.

As he contemplated various ventures that could potentially salvage his family's fortunes, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders. The gravity of his father's ultimatum lingered in the air like an unspoken challenge, demanding a resolution that aligned with the legacy of the Norris family. The choices before him, however, seemed to form an intricate puzzle with no clear solution in sight.

The scent of cigar smoke mingled with the fragrance of aged whiskey, creating an atmosphere that mirrored the complexity of Lando's predicament. The clandestine dealings and veiled conversations around him served as a constant reminder of the high-stakes game he found himself entangled in.

Unable to escape the palpable tension, Lando raised a whiskey glass to his lips, drowning his worries in the amber liquid. Each sip seemed to carry the weight of his familial obligations, momentarily providing a respite from the tumult of conflicting thoughts. The jazz melodies, with their soulful undertones, offered a bittersweet soundtrack to his contemplation, resonating with the complexities of the choices before him.

As Amelia Rossi gracefully drifted through the smoky atmosphere of the speakeasy, the ambient jazz music and muted conversations provide a backdrop to her entrance. Dressed in her business casual attire from work, her clipped hair was loosened, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of chestnut silk. In the dingy ambiance, she became a vision, an ethereal figure transcending the gritty reality of the exclusive establishment.

Lando, ensconced in his thoughts and surrounded by the clandestine energy of the speakeasy, noticed Amelia's arrival. Her presence stood out amidst the shadows and swirling emotions, like a beacon in the midst of obscurity. In that moment, he decided to confide in her, recognizing a familiar face and an old connection that ran deep.

Amelia and Lando shared more than just a friendship; their bond was a testament to a lifelong companionship forged in the crucible of childhood. Born mere months apart, they practically grew up side by side, the echoes of their laughter intermingling with the spirited conversations of their fathers on the golf course. The connection between the Norris and Rossi families transcended mere camaraderie; it was a tapestry woven with shared moments, unspoken understandings, and the promise that their destinies were intertwined.

Amelia's gaze met Lando's in the smoky haze of the speakeasy, and there was a flicker of recognition, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared. In her eyes, Lando found a unique comfort that transcended the chaos of the private world he navigated. As the jazz music weaved its spell, Amelia sank into the seat beside him and Lando opened up to her, sharing the weight of his father's ultimatum and the desperate need for a solution to salvage the family legacy.

“I want to export... things.” Lando confessed to Amelia, choosing his words carefully, his gaze intense and laden with the gravity of the proposition. Amelia listened attentively, as she sipped on her gin and tonic, her presence offering a calmness he needed to gather his thoughts and plans.

“Things?” Amelia raised an eyebrow, seeking clarification. Lando leaned in, lowering his voice to match the discreet ambiance of the speakeasy.

“Drugs, or contraband. Stuff people can't get just anywhere.” He clarified.

Amelia's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern. The daring proposition hung in the air, the weight of its implications reverberating between them. Lando, propelled by a sense of urgency, continued to lay out his plan.

“With your help.” He added, his tone a blend of desperation and determination. “Your beautiful cars need owners. And, the owners need what we're offering. We strip the interiors, pack it with whatever substance they require, tidy it all up, and ship the car to them. With your last name, no one will ever think of checking anything except the exterior.”

Amelia absorbed the audacity of the proposal, her mind racing to comprehend the risks and potential rewards. Lando, eyes fixed on hers, did not shy away from the harsh reality of the suggestion. He laid out the intricate web of their venture, weaving a narrative that spoke to the urgency of his situation.

“What's in it for me?” Amelia finally questioned, her business acumen kicking in.

“You'll still make your usual profit by selling the car, and you'll get a 40% cut on whatever we're hiding. Think about the expansion you always dreamt of. Now is your chance to make good on it.” Lando attempted to persuade her.

Amelia, hailing from a well-respected family in London, initially hesitated at the risky proposition. The weight of societal expectations and the scrutiny that would undoubtedly accompany her involvement in such a venture loomed large. However, as Lando painted a vivid picture of the potential rewards and the adrenaline of expanding her luxury car dealership, Amelia found herself intrigued by the allure of the unknown.

“I'll do it.” Amelia finally conceded, her voice a mixture of determination and apprehension. 

She understood the enormity of the decision she was making, aware that the venture could lead them into murky territory. Yet, her loyalty to Lando and the unspoken promise of their shared history weighed heavily on her conscience.

Amelia knew that her connection to the prestigious Rossi family held a unique value. It added a layer of legitimacy to their dealings, creating a shield from prying eyes and potential scrutiny. The Rossi name, synonymous with respect and affluence, transformed into a strategic advantage in a venture fraught with risks.

With the decision sealed and a sense of inevitability hanging in the air, Lando, feeling a mix of relief and determination, decided to mark the beginning of their risky venture with a celebratory gesture. He motioned to one of the waitrons in the speakeasy, instructing them to bring a bottle of champagne to their secluded corner.

As the bottle arrived, its cork popped with a celebratory resonance, Lando took charge. He poured a generous serving of the effervescent liquid into two crystal glasses, the golden bubbles catching the dim light of the speakeasy. Lando extended a glass towards Amelia, a symbolic toast to the alliance they had formed.

“To new beginnings.” Lando raised his glass, his eyes meeting Amelia's.

“To new beginnings.” Amelia, still reserved, reciprocated the gesture as she tapped her glass against Lando's in a shared moment of acknowledgement.

As they savoured the crisp taste of the champagne, the speakeasy seemed to hold its breath, the ambient jazz music providing a subtle soundtrack to their clandestine celebration. The air was thick with the weight of their decisions, but for a fleeting moment, the bubbly elixir created a sense of levity, a respite from the complexities of the venture they were to embark upon.

“Finally, I get to work with you.” Lando remarked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Don't get too excited.” She responded, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead and the gravity of the path they've chosen.

As the conversation shifted away from the formality of their risky venture, Amelia, wanting to inject a touch of casualness, playfully leaned against Lando. The dimly lit speakeasy seemed to embrace the casual moment amidst the weighty discussions that preceded.

“How's Zara?” Amelia inquired, steering the conversation towards more personal territory. “Flo told me you brought her home for dinner last week.”

“She's great. She's nice.” Lando's demeanour softened at the mention of Zara.

“Wow, tone down the enthusiasm.” Amelia teased.

“No, she's lovely, but she's just like everyone else - they just want money and status.” A wry smile tugged at Lando's lips.

“Yet you keep her around?” Amelia raised an eyebrow, challenging him with a playful smirk. 

“She's a welcome distraction at times.” Lando's response carried a note of self-awareness.

“I see. Why aren't you with her now then, distracting yourself?” Amelia, ever perceptive, didn’t miss a beat.

“Because someone else had what I needed tonight.” Lando's gaze shifted, meeting Amelia's eyes with a hint of vulnerability. “How’s Daniel?”

“Ah, Daniel.” Amelia sighed with a hint of amusement. “That ended a few weeks ago, already. He has too much energy for me to keep up with.”

“Strange for someone who's literally ten years older than you.” Lando chuckled, echoing the sentiment.

“I don’t mind it, but he’s the literal embodiment of a golden retriever. He never stops and sits still.” Amelia grinned, acknowledging the age difference with a playful shrug.

“You love dogs, though.” Lando observed.

“I do. I really do. But when it comes to relationships, I need someone a bit more on the fierce side of things, a bit more-”

“Like you.” Lando interjected, finishing her sentence with a knowing smile.

“Exactly. Someone who can match my pace, challenge me, keep up with the twists and turns. Daniel's great, but in matters of the heart, I need a different kind of energy.” Amelia nodded, a playful glint in her eyes.

Amelia, sat beside Lando in the dimly lit speakeasy, refrained from divulging a recent rendezvous with Charles Leclerc. It was an unusual occurrence for her to keep things from her best friend and closest confidant, but it felt different. She needed to be sure before sharing the details. As Lando continued the conversation, Amelia wrestled with the complexities of her recent experiences.

It wasn't just a casual affair with Charles. Amelia had always been meticulous about keeping her relationships light and transient. However, Charles offered a breath of fresh air after her complete separation from Daniel. Their connection was intense, fueled by a mutual passion for success. Charles, despite the demands of his job, reciprocated Amelia's energy, aligning with her ambitions.

He allowed her to take control, especially in the bedroom, an aspect of intimacy she had always wanted to explore. Charles became a juxtaposition to Daniel's perpetual energy, providing a different kind of excitement that drew Amelia in. Their encounters were more than just physical; they were charged with a shared fervour for life and success.

Despite the allure of her rendezvous with Charles, Amelia refrained from sharing the new chapter of her life with Lando. It was less about hiding, but rather about understanding the dynamics at play. Daniel, a once constant in her life, carried a different weight and expectation. With Charles, it was all about the divergence from her usual patterns, an exploration into uncharted territory.

Despite the excitement that Charles brought into Amelia's life, a lingering sense of unease persisted beneath the surface. As she navigated the nuances of their relationship, an elusive element remained that seemed to elude definition, something amiss that she never could quite put her finger on.

Amelia, a discerning and perceptive individual, grappled with the unspoken doubts that flickered in the corners of her mind. The connection with Charles, though passionate and invigorating, carried a subtle undercurrent of uncertainty. There was no lack of chemistry or shared interests; rather, an intangible aspect that evaded explanation.

[toughguymatt]

Night Drive

Part 3/3

Pairing: AU!Nick x Male OC (Adrian Rivers) Summary: Curiosity getting the better of him, Nick takes up an offer to go on a late night drive. Warnings/Content: Language. Oral sex. Third Person POV. Posted in three parts, so it's an easier read. Smut is in the final this part. A/N: When we say AU, we mean it. Nick bartends, is into cars, and knows how to drive? Crazy. Buckle up, get strapped in. Also, the FC for Adrian is Vinnie Hacker, but feel free to picture whoever you like.

Part One / Part Two

"Just... Yeah. Right up there." Gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car jostled to a stop. The overlook was one of Adrian's favorite spots. But it had been a while since he'd hidden away to watch the sunset, to imagine the lives of the blurry tiny specks in the distance, to tempt his toes at the edge. 

The stars were brighter than Nick could see from the car, and it was a rarity to be able to just park somewhere without worrying about getting the car back in time. Movement from beside him caught his attention, and immediately Nick’s eyes fixated on Adrian. 

Adrian interlocked his fingers and stretched them above his head with a moan, a sliver of skin peeking beneath the hem of his shirt. "So, Nick, have you been up here before?"

Nick swore he could see Adrian’s damn Adam’s apple move under the hum of his moan, but he didn’t have time to speculate long due to the way his shirt rid up like a fucking wet dream. He was… unfairly attractive. “Not up here, I don’t think.” He spoke as his eyes flickered back to the side of Adrian’s face, stomach fluttering now that Nick didn’t have the distraction of keeping them alive. “The view is pretty good, though.”

Adrian's gaze drifted from Nick's obscured blue eyes to his lips then back up again. "Yeah." he agreed. "It is." Nervousness stirred in Adrian's abdomen. He was completely okay with sitting and talking, but the urge to touch Nick was becoming a problem. Adrian blamed his kinesthetic leanings and the fact that he'd never seen a more kissable mouth in his entire life. Adrian wet his lips, leaned over the armrest, and reached forward to softly brush Nick's hair from his eyes. "Can you even see it?"

Nick’s heart picked up in pace and a blush bloomed over his cheeks. “If you thought I couldn’t see, it was pretty fucking risky to let me drive you over here.” Anxiousness pooled in his stomach despite the way his head tipped just slightly toward Adrian’s hand. 

"Taking risks is part of the reward." Adrian’s fingers dug into Nick's shirt, curling the texture against his fingertips. "You got into a car with me in the first place. I think you knew what you were getting into." Adrian yanked at the fabric, pulling Nick into a kiss.

Whatever Nick was about to say died on his lips the moment Adrian's were pressing against them.

Adrian bit at Nick's bottom lip, gently sliding it from his teeth, before soothing it over with another kiss. "This console between us is about to piss me off." Adrian kissed Nick's jaw, beneath his chin, and against the pulse point of his neck. A quiet moan caught in Nick’s throat as it tilted back just enough for the press of Adrian’s lips. He smiled against Nick's warm skin. "We might have to do something about that.”

The vibration of Adrian’s words against his neck left Nick breathless. He lifted a hand to tangle in Adrian's hair. "Yeah..." Nick managed to say. "It was your dumbass idea to go on a drive. In a car," he exhaled, breathily, as a shiver rolled over his skin. He needed more. 

Nick crashed their lips together, lips dragging down to Adrian’s jaw; mouthing his words against it: "You can push your seat back."

Adrian half-chuckled, half-moaned. "You can," he put his hand on Nick's chest," push yours." He shoved Nick back into the driver's seat before adjusting Nick's chair for him in a quick motion. "See?" Adrian gave Nick another kiss and drifted his hand to the waistband of Nick's pants. "Much better."

Nick’s stomach jumped in excitement as Adrian’s fingers bumped against his stomach. A sigh etched into his words. "Yeah, for you." His tongue brushed over his bottom lip in frustration. "Can barely fucking reach you now."

"You don't need to reach me," Adrian murmured against Nick's mouth as he unbuttoned Nick's pants.

“I want to.” Nick was embarrassed that he was already hard, face tinged with red, as a gasp of a moan vibrated against Adrian's lips. The zipper teeth of Nick’s jeans scratched at Adrian's knuckles as he palmed over Nick's underwear. Nick’s hand automatically rose to grasp at Adrian’s wrist loosely, self consciousness creeping back in at the worst moment. 

"If you need me to stop," Adrian spoke quietly as he continued to touch, "just tell me."

Nick slowly let go of Adrian’s wrist as his other palm slid down Adrian's torso, finding the hem of his shirt so that the pads of his fingers grazed the skin underneath. “Don’t stop,” he whispered. 

Adrian kept their mouths busy with feverish kisses as he thumbed over the head of Nick's cock. He enjoyed the weight of it in his hand, but he was growing impatient to feel it on his tongue. Nick, meanwhile, forgot how to breathe, eyes fluttering closed. "Fuck." Nick’s teeth lightly dug into Adrian's bottom lip, chasing his kiss.

Adrian leaned back with reddened lips, needing to see exactly what he was working with. He hooked his fingers against Nick's waistband, Nick’s cock straining deliciously against the fabric. Adrian’s mouth was watering. "Move your hips."

Nick exhaled sharply as he complied, albeit a second delayed, hips finally rolling up at his gentle command.

"Not so bossy now, huh?"

"Shutthefuck up.” 

Adrian kept eye contact as he spit into his palm. “Make me.” His own erection was pressed against the center console as he gripped Nick’s cock with slender, tattooed fingers. He kept his motions firm but gentle, enjoying the sounds vibrating into their kisses, as slickness built up beneath his hand. Adrian sighed against Nick’s mouth after a final, hungry kiss. “Need to taste all of you,” Adrian mumbled. He edged downward, keeping his hand pumping at the base. 

Nick wet his lips and slid his palm along Adrian’s back. Nick was so hard in Adrian’s hand that he could barely think. 

Adrian softly licked at the head of Nick’s cock, before taking it completely into his mouth with a moan. Adrian looked how honey tasted, and somehow, his tongue felt just as smooth. The first lick to Nick’s cock had him fighting to keep his hips still as he sighed heavily into the air. The sight of Adrian’s tongue brushing over his heated skin would definitely not be forgotten anytime soon. 

“Fuck, Adrian,” Nick whispered, momentarily throwing his left arm over his eyes. If he watched the way his lips moved over him too intently, this wouldn’t last long. Eventually, his arm slipped away, falling against the side of the car as his other hand sunk deep into Adrian’s hair. Nick moaned again, gaze half-lidded and face permanently stained pink as his knuckles tightened in the strands, tugging as he struggled to keep his breathing even.

Adrian groaned around Nick’s cock, keeping his pace as his jaw ached. The pain was worth the weight of warm skin on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. Adrian lifted up to catch his breath. “Nick,” he spoke hoarsely. “Harder. Pull my hair harder.”

Nick's pupils were blown, his cock twitching at the low scratch of Adrian’s voice. It echoed in his ears, rolling over him in waves. "Jesus. Okay," Both hands buried themselves into Adrian’s hair, fingernails scratching along his scalp. He pulled at the amber strands roughly as his hips shifted under him. 

Adrian near-whimpered at the simultaneous pull of his hair and Nick’s desperate intake of breath, but instead he focused on his up-and-down motion. 

"You're gonna make..." A sharp breath punctuated Nick’s words, tone tapering off into a borderline whine until he cut himself off, tightening his grip even further. This time the tug was a warning. "Gonna come."

Adrian’s eyes welled with tears as Nick hit the back of his throat with spilled warmth. He raised gently, mouth closed, and moved to the passenger side door. He opened it just enough to spit onto the pavement. He exhaled as the door shut, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You good?” Adrian leaned back over to give Nick a chaste kiss. “You better be,” he whispered near his mouth with a smile.

"After that? Damn. Give a guy a second," Nick whispered back, lips curling to return his smile, but instead he closed their distance again. His nose bumped against Adrian’s before brushing their lips together briefly as he took a moment to calm down. His palm drifted down Adrian’s arm as he shivered, blue eyes still darkened as he tried not to melt back into his seat. 

Nick wasn’t sure how much time passed before he was finally able to move; tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. The flush that remained covering his skin was now in part to embarrassment. He just let himself be… dick out in a stranger's car. Yet Nick still took a moment to drift his eyes over Adrian in appreciation. He let out a soft exhale as he wet his lips. Adrian’s features were somehow soft and defined at the same time, creating a near otherworldliness about him. Nick tried not to feel a spark of smug satisfaction at the way Adrian’s hair was even further mussed; unruly curls framing his head like a goddamn halo. "You good?"

“Absolutely.” Adrian grinned. He could still taste Nick in his mouth. “I’d consider this a very successful first date.” He fluttered his eyes with a shimmy of his shoulders. “Wouldn’t you? But, no, seriously. I’d really like to take you out. Properly.” 

A smile tugged at Nick’s lips, baring teeth, as a short laugh followed at the dorky gesture. Nick was met with both the strangest and strongest urge to kiss him again for it. He didn’t, instead lifting his hand to brush hair away from Adrian’s forehead.

“Maybe after I get back,” Adrian leaned his head back on the seat, gazing lovingly at Nick, “we can figure something out?”

“Yeah.” Nick wasn’t even sure what a proper date even meant. Yet for some unfathomable reason, he almost found himself wanting to agree nonetheless. He dropped his arm between them, resting back on the console. “I’ll think about it.” Nick wet his lips and leaned his head back a bit, hair falling back against his forehead. “So am I driving myself home, or do you want to be the one to do that?”

"I'll drive you back." Adrian gave Nick a final peck on the lips before exiting out of the passenger's side.

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“Adrian,” Nick whispered as the slick of Adrian’s tongue brushed against his own. “We’ve gotta… stop…” His eyes were glossy under the faint light of the streetlamp just outside the window. Nick kissed him again deeply, swallowing the moans that came from the other. Nick shuddered. “Okay… okay…” he panted. He slackened his grip on Adrian’s shirt and pressed his palms flat against Adrian’s shoulders, pushing him back. If they didn’t stop now, Nick was at serious risk of kissing him for another half hour. Or having a repeat of earlier.

“Okay,” Adrian agreed, nodding. “Stopping now.” His hand caught the back of Nick’s head, and he tugged him back for another kiss that left both of them dizzy. 

“Not fair.” Nick uttered against his lips; the slow brush of Adrian’s over his own could be addicting if he wasn’t careful. The last time Nick was head over heels for someone, it didn’t end well. His hands were shaky as he cupped Adrian’s face between them, thumbs grazing over his cheekbones. Nick gave him a pointed look before he quickly darted in to press a final kiss to the side of his mouth. “That’s all you get,” he murmured, a slight grin pulling at his lips as he finally worked up the strength to leave his ass alone and settle back into the passenger's seat.

“Am I going to see you again?”

Nick dragged a hand through his messy hair and straightened his work uniform. His previously crisp button down shirt was wrinkled all to hell. “Maybe.” His hand grasped for the handle of the door, pushing it open. 

He heard the roll down of Adrian’s window before he even reached it. He ducked his head down to say goodbye, but he didn’t have a chance to get the words out as he felt Adrian’s hand wrap around his forearm, tugging him gently downward.

A gasp caught in Nick’s throat, but his head automatically dipped down. His eyes darted to Adrian’s lips, like he hadn’t just spent the better part of the night finding out exactly what they felt like. A half-groan half-laugh escaped him as he pressed their lips together through the open window. When they broke apart, they were both smiling.

“Get out of here,” Nick whispered raspily. “You’ve got a plane to catch.” Nick reached through the window, brushing back Adrian’s hair away from his eyes, before giving it an impromptu ruffle. “Good luck on your thing,” he murmured before stepping away from him, finally turning on his heel to head back to his apartment. He could feel Adrian’s eyes on him until he was out of sight. 

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Nick was as quiet as Nick could possibly be as he entered the silent apartment. He barely got through the door before he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. 

Adrian: miss me yet?

His stomach filled with fucking butterflies at the sight of his name and the grin that spread across Nick’s face made his cheeks hurt. Thank God his brothers were asleep right now. He’d never hear the end of it.

Nick just stared at the phone for a moment, back pressing against the closed front door. He was still grinning to himself as he tapped out a reply.

Nick: you wish. Nick: goodnight Adrian.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

September Creator of the Month: Tveitertotwrites

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Masterlist

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

I started playing in 2019, and my first book was Rules of Engagement.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the fandom in January 2022. I had taken a break from Choices for a while but went back in November/December 2021 and started trying to look for fanfiction for Open Heart as I wanted to see if there was more Open Heart content, so I turned to Tumblr and AO3 and decided to join.

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

It was the first thing I could think of. I’m not creative with naming things (if anyone remembers my original blog name, it was openheartfanfiction because I only wrote for OH and couldn’t think of anything else). So I was like, “I’m a fan of Aaron Tveit. His fans are called Tveiter Tots, so why not?”  I then added writing because most of the content I make is fanfiction.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it! 

It was actually a little intro to my account, but I had deleted it a while back so now it’s this. It is not my favorite. I would definitely redo it now that I have had more experience with text fics. 

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both? 

While I would love to make fan art, currently, I only write fanfiction.

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

I have been writing/creating Choices content since 2022. But I have been writing for Star Wars and Adam Driver Characters since 2020 (even though I am on hiatus from it, and I don’t know if/when I will pick it back up). I also wrote some Marvel fanfiction with a friend in 2021. More recently, I have started writing stuff for Aaron Tveit and Cillian Murphy characters on my non-Choices blog.

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Right now, I would say either Red Carpet Diaries or America’s Most Eligible is my favorite. But I also like Open Heart, High School Story, and others. I want to create more for RCD and AME, but I think I like creating content for OH.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?

Since I already mentioned the text fic, I chose the next fic I did. It was for my Open Heart MC’s (Claire Evans) Birthday. And I would 100 percent go back and rewrite it. I like the idea of what I wrote, but I don’t like its execution, and I need to go back and rewrite it.

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created? 

Right now, I have these two favorites. While I like writing angst, I enjoy writing fluffy stuff like these two fics. Plus, it’s my MC and OC who are besties (Claire and Adelaide), so I had to choose one from both of them.

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

This was a fic that I wasn't expecting to get notes on. I was still very new to the fandom at the time and hadn’t really interacted with anyone at that point, so seeing people like it was a shock.

Something that I wish I could do better is the content I make for my RCD and AME MCs (Brooklyn Moore and Charlie Howard). I love that people like my OH content, but I don’t see many people liking content from those books (which is fine if you don’t like it).

11- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

Fluff. While writing Angst and Smut can be fun, writing fluff is a nice escape from real life.

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Yes, I have put some things from myself into my MCs and OCs, like some personality traits, some physical traits, and some hobbies/things they enjoy. So, I do see myself sometimes, but not always.

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

Either coming up with titles or writing bits in between the big parts. Usually, one of the last things I do is come up with a title because I can never think of one. Also, writing the “less important” parts in between the parts I want to write is what gets me sometimes and is why I have unfinished fics that I have abandoned.

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

I have some fics that I had done some previews for (last year or the year before) that I would like to finish at some point. Right now, I am trying to finish a Dancing with the Stars AU for Adelaide and Tobias, so that is my writing priority.

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first? 

Maybe it depends on who it is. While I don’t think anyone would be too judgemental, I would still be very nervous to show them in fear of them hating it or something like that. I wouldn't show them the smut or some of my earlier fics but the fluff I would.

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Not really. I have liked a lot of people’s work, but I don’t think that it really influences my writing at all though.

17- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 

I think my fic “Coming to You” would be fun to see as a movie. Seeing how Ethan and Claire’s relationship grows on screen when they’re in two different worlds would interest me.

19- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art? 

I have thought about trying to write an original fiction book, but right now I don’t. I do currently write some original screenplays as I am in college for screenwriting.

20-  What other hobbies do you have?

I like to paint and listen to music. I like to take drives in the morning to get coffee and relax or at night with my dogs. I like to watch movies and musicals (like Moulin Rouge and Six). 

21: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to)

Thank you to anyone who has read any of my fics or enjoyed the content I create. It means a lot, and I hope to continue writing content that both you and I can enjoy.

[live-laugh-legolas]

Oh, I really like your headcannons!!!! I would like to ask how do you think the members of the brotherhood (especially Gandalf) would react to the fact that the reader has wings and is also going on a journey (this was inspired by the valkyries, so I imagine how she would fight with these wings)

The fellowship x winged!reader

Aragorn:

-A huge weight is lifted from him knowing someone like you is on their side

-I also totally think he would be prone to motion sickness

-So if you ever have to fly him over a large gap or something he will need to sit down for a little

-“I’m never doing that again”

-He will help you preen your wings after battle to get the blood and dirt out of places you can’t reach

Legolas:

-He has absolutely heard about legends about your people

-He is so honored to get to meet you

-Watching you fight is so fascinating

-Will just take a moment to watch before almost getting beheaded in his distraction

-Calls you “birdie” in elvish

Gimli:

-You do literally anything with your wings and he is like “YEEESSSSS!”

-He’s such a cheerleader

-We also know he loves the powerful girl bosses

-So you are a top tier in his opinion

-I imagine that a winged being wouldn’t like being underground so he tries to keep you distracted with stories while in Moria

Boromir:

-My first thought was that Boromir would be like Thor when he met the Valkyrie

-He’s such a fangirl

-Ngl, after seeing you fight he’s a little timid

-I mean everyone else saw that right? You just decapitated that orc with your wing

-So badly wants to show you to his brother who would be awed

Frodo:

-He doesn’t know much about your people but he’s adamant to learn everything

-He is so thankful you will be helping him on this journey

-When he gets exhausted from lack of sleep because of the ring you carry him on your back and he can hold onto your wings

-Have him help preen your wings to get his mind off of his troubles for a little

Sam:

-Thinks you must be an angel when he first sees you

-He’s a little intimidated

-Ok, maybe a lot intimidated

-But that’s only because he thinks you must be one of the most beautiful creatures to walk middle earth

-He is concerned what you will eat if what was caught for dinner was a bird

-Would it be weird if you ate chicken? It feels unethical

-Actually probably gives a stern talking to whoever caught the bird because what if it was upsetting for you

Merry:

-Take this hobbit for a flight

-He will be so excited

-He would absentmindedly pet your wings (if you were ok with it)

-Maybe just give him a feather to play with

-He also makes so many bird jokes

Pippin:

-He doesn’t want you to think he is disrespectful

-So he doesn’t ask

-But he really wants to pet your wings

-They just look so soft and silky

-Until they are dirty from battle; but would help you pick twigs and dirt out of them

-“so…um…do you take dirt baths?*

Gandalf:

-He probably knew you before the council, and probably is the one who invited you

-You have been friends for a while

-He is vague but smug when someone asks about you

-He likes to see people’s reactions to you

-You’re like his party trick; he’s like ✨tada!✨*jazz hands to your wings*

-It gets old, but not to him

-He rides on an eagle and you fly next to them

-He refuses to let you fly him anywhere unless absolutely necessary

-But will be a backseat driver even though there is nothing to backseat drive about

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I love a winged reader and I have my own little oc in my head that I regularly have in this scenario. I’m a sucker for winged characters ngl. I don’t really know the Valkyrie so idk how accurate this will be to them

Also I may update this at some point cuz I don’t think I did a good job with it especially considering how much I think about this just in my own time; so sorry

[leodette]

I Never Wanna See You Walk Away | LN4 | Part 3

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Lando Norris x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: "dj you said?"

warning: age difference (older woman x younger man)

requested: yes / no

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Lando checked himself in the mirror once again. He usually didn't take so much care about his looks when he went out. It was usually jeans, a T-shirt, and a cap or snapback. This time though, he wanted to look the best version of himself, only for his own inner feelings. That was what he said to himself, before admitting even in his own head that it was bullshit and that he wanted to impress the woman who was supposed to be in the DJ booth that evening.

In the final, he ended with black jeans, a white linen shirt with a few top buttons undone, and his usual set of necklaces and bracelets.

"Mate, you ready?" a voice yelled from the bottom of his parent’s house, and Lando smiled. He missed his best friend. Max came to see his parents too, and brought Pietra with him. Cisca and Flo decided to tag along, the first one taking her boyfriend too, and so it wouldn't be just a solo attendance for the papaya driver. He didn't mind though. And even if Max seemed a bit surprised about Lando's request to go to the local nightclub, he kind of accepted the explanation that "the darkest spot is under the light" and that "no one would expect them there". This was probably true, but also no one would expect Lando to go there for one specific person.

"You look nice," P exclaimed when he finally ran down the stairs, Lando smiling and hugging his friend gently before clapping hands with Max. "Just so you know, I will want details about this specific reason," Max murmured while patting Lando's back, making Lando huckle. Max knew him well, sometimes almost too well.

"All right everyone, off to the car we go!" Flo yelled from the hallway, sending the frantic squabble as the whole group pushed around to find their shoes, jackets, bags, and eventually also car keys.

"And those two wonder why I never take them out," Lando murmured as he took a pair of the obnoxiously white sneakers from the rack, grunting when Cisca hit him in the ribs with her elbow.

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They all looked at Lando with raised eyebrows when he said the names to the guys by the door, and one of them promptly showed them to a side booth with quite comfortable seats and a round table in the middle, complimentary shots of tequila already there.

He though explained nothing. Why should he? He ignored their looks and concentrated on the DJ booth. His trousers were tight, and he was careful to not draw attention to it. She came into the booth shortly after they arrived. The DJ who did the first gig of the night announced her, and the regulars applauded as she stepped out backstage. And Lando knew at that moment that he was in trouble.

Gone was the elegantly dressed lady from the zoo. In her place was a woman who got every man in the room on his knees. Hair in a high sleek ponytail, black minidress, blood red Converse, and a deep red lipstick. She applauded back to the crowd before hitting the controller, and giving the crowd their first taste of her music of the night, throwing them in deep end with her version of Pitbull's 'I Feel Good'.

"Is she the reason why you were so adamant about coming?" Max yelled in Lando's ear, having to raise his voice because of the loud music.

She was currently dancing behind the counter, her hair swishing from one side to the other. Her eyes closed, her arms raised. She was in her zone, enjoying every single second of it, and Lando felt like he was in a trance. Yes, he had beautiful women next to him every single day. But none of those women would share a banana split with him. Or would drink from his coffee cup after knowing him for an hour. Or would be so gentle with Mila? No. Those women had one single prize - and that was him. And more often than not - his money.

"Maybe she is," Lando yelled back at Max, shrugging like he didn't give a fuck. The girls left the boys in the booth, running down to the dance floor, enjoying the evening, and Lando knew it was only a matter of time before they would join them. For now, though, he wanted to enjoy the view he had. She played, interacted with the audience, and even did a wish song for a girl who was celebrating her birthday that evening.

"Before I switch off, let's celebrate a home hero who races fast cars for a living," she announced to the microphone close to the end of her gig, and Lando who just took a huge gulp of his water sputtered it out, coughing and earning a big hit in between his shoulder blades from Cisca's boyfriend. The crowd started cheering when she turned back down, and the first tunes of the familiar tunes of Brian Tyler's iconic theme hit the speakers, combined with the sound of race cars going by.

The hands started clapping, feet stomping, dancers jumping in time to the beat, and Lando only watched with his mouth open as she looked right at him, that dangerous smirk firmly on her face, and winked at him. She fuckin winked at him. What a simple wink can do to a man? Let me tell you, A LOT. Sweat was sparkling on her forehead when she hit the beat and clapped in the rhythm together with the other, enjoying herself in a way Lando would never expect. And just like that... her gig was done and she left the booth, waving to the audience who were screaming with excitement, showing their appreciation for the older woman who just made the whole dance floor jump to the freaking F1 theme.

"Be right back!" Lando yelled at Max and before anyone could say anything, he was off to the side door, hoping to catch her before she disappeared. He weaved himself through the crowd, in fact not caring if someone recognized him or not, and he just saw her talking to the guard by the door who held the door open for her.

He yelled her name, quite loud, and she turned on her heel, her eyes reminding him of a deer in the headlights before softening down and a darling smile appearing on her lips.

"That's okay, let him in," she told to the guy and motioned him to get through the door first, Lando blushing when the bouncer smirked at him.

Then, the door closed... and they were alone in the corridor. Lando watched with fascination as she turned to him, her forehead still shiny with sweat, one of the drops making its way down the column of her throat. The burning desire settled deep in his stomach as she opened another door and slipped into a simple room with a table, a small couch, and a clothing rack.

"So? Too old to play for youngsters?" she turned to him, a towel in her hand as she started drying the sweat off.

Lando was stunned speechless. What was it about her that it brought him to his knees with such a small normal act like wiping off her neck and face?!

"C'mon, cat got your tongue?" she laughed, throwing the towel at him and grabbing a bottle of water. "Want some?" she offered it to him as well, but Lando already shook himself off of the shock. He took the bottle from her hand, got a small sip, and then with a bold move wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. She yelped, clearly not expecting such a turn of events, but only for a second, then her eyes switched and the siren look she had since the first moment he met her was back.

"No boyfriend?" he whispered, their breaths mixing, only a touch away from each other. She laid one hand on his upper arm, the one he was holding her with, and the other on his chest. 

"No," she breathed the answer back.

He nudged her nose with his.

"No husband?"

She shook her head negatively.

"No kids?"

"None."

Lando smiled. For the first time that evening, he felt like he got an upper hand in the situation. She was breathing rapidly, her pupils dilated, and he swore he could feel her heart going crazy in her chest.

"Live nearby?" he leaned in and breathed the last question in her ear, making her shiver and goosebumps appear on her body.

"Two blocks from here," came the answer, and with that the dam was broken as she had enough of his teasing, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and yanked him forward, smashing her lips at his.

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Fem!Checo series — (Sergia 'Checo' Pérez)

Checo x Carola x Max [7 stories within]

Sergia "Checo" Pérez hates the media, loves her wife, and loves/hates her team.

In the darkness, hearts aglow — (Rosalía 'Manu' Marroquín - Rally Driver)

Charles Leclerc x woc!oc, Carlos Sainz x woc!oc

Her career started like this. Her first taste of the road started like that. If she had to choose a moment where her career began. It was under her father’s eye. ___________ Charles wasn't particularly religious. Not like his grandmother, but he could see the appeal when he saw the intense eyes of a young rally driver carving her name into motorsports history.

The Points That Matter — (Challengers!AU)

Checo Pérez x black!Reader x Max Verstappen

She knew in that final set that they understood. When neither boy would relent. When they asked her again after everything. She would admit, "It's like a dance. An intimate dance." An allegory to sex maybe. "You could never feel closer to a person until you're across from them."

Chestappen X Reader/OFC (left as reader but I have been referring to her as Tashi!Reader in my head)

venus as a boy — (sugar baby!Checo)

Checo Pérez x Max Verstappen

Sergio Pérez lives his life as a college student and a sugar baby that tries to cope with the fact that he can't race anymore for reasons known. With many past loves and potential sugar daddies, it's up to him to find his own footing in his life. Main: Chestappen, side checo x multi, minor Glance

like out of a film series -- (Cléo Sélène- fem!woc!OC)

Max Verstappen x woc!OC

French Opera-

As an assistant to Mexico's son, Formula 1 driver, Sergio 'Checo' Perez; Cléo navigates her own debut into the world of motorsports. All while falling for handsome man-whore drivers, gentle Spanish princes, and a very irritating Dutch a-hole. Contains: minor Charles x OC, and beginnings of Carlos x OC. Sequel is Baroque Opera.

Carlos Sainz x woc!OC

Baroque Opera-

In the wake of a devastating heartbreak at the hands of a Dutch manchild, Cléo finds herself falling for a Spanish driver this time. A man that seemed she was always meant to meet. As Checo's assistant and public relations secretary, she tries her hardest to hold onto her sanity and heart as Carlos tries to prove to her that she deserves to be loved. Sequel to French Opera.

Charles Leclerc x woc!OC

Un hombre busca una mujer.

Charles AU of French Opera continued from Chapter 18.

Mark Mateschitz x woc!OC

Empress

Cléo met Mark at the end of May. She, like everyone else, thought that Mark was working with the owner of the team. When she realizes that he's the heir of a very lucrative corporation, she'll have to navigate the media (for herself for once), the people around her, and her own shortcomings. An AU of French Opera.

The Spy Who Loved Me -- (Judith - spy!OC)

Sergio 'Checo' Pérez x spy!OC

Heaven or Las Vegas

He didn’t think it was stress when he spied a young woman dropping a small pill into a man's whiskey. And it definitely wasn’t stress when the man collapsed later that night clutching his chest. It was the first time that Sergio had seen someone die in front of him. And it was the first time that he saw the face of the killer.

Cuando Calienta El Sol/Hentai/Desafió

As Sergio has finished the season, he still kept on with his routine. Adamant that he build up strength, he forgot about the muscles that came with it. He gets to find out how much his partner appreciates the change in physique on their vacation. Can be a standalone but it was made with my spy x racer fic Heaven or Las Vegas.

Canned Heat -- (Omegaverse)

Carlos Sainz x woc!OC (Cléo Sélène)

Like a Tattoo by Sade 

Being a romantic was hard. Being an omega was hard, too. Both would be stupid. Finding her mate while she was craving donuts was stupid and lucky.

Lance Stroll x woc!OC (Beatrice Jones)

Le Temps D'amour

Lance Stroll already made his peace with never finding his mate. As he fell for the charming beta that presented for a sports network that he found himself watching more and more. Until her already lemonade-y scent shifted and everything fell into place.

Brooklyn Baby, Chelsea Girl -- Sugar Baby!reader or OC.

Susie Wolff x reader, Jenson Button x reader, Mark Webber x reader, Susie x Toto x Reader, multiple pairings.

Brooklyn Baby

A sugar baby gets involved with Australian driver, Mark Webber and gets caught up in his life as his dear friend and companion. She also cannot stop thinking about the older blonde woman that looks at her with hatred and disgust in her eyes because of her profession. Could be read as a Reader x Character due to the main character going unnamed. (Though this is a plot device on my end.) Includes Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Sergio Pérez, Lewis Hamilton, Vicky Piria, Nico Rosberg in the pairings.

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Cherry Wine

Pairing: Jay Halstead x OC

Rating: nsfw

Summary: Jay and oc are at a gala for the cpd and decide to escape into a coat closet to hide away and have a little fun of their own.

(I finally got around to writing again. If you would like another Jay fic or even a different character you can message me. I’ll try to be better about writing and getting fics out. But otherwise please enjoy this.)

It was finally the weekend and I was so happy to be leaving the office to run back to my apartment. I knew I needed to shower as well as grab my overnight bag before heading over to my boyfriend’s, Jay Halstead’s apartment. He had let me know a few weeks ago that the Chicago police department was hosting a gala and the entire intelligence unit was required to go. Apparently Jay had asked along with Adam and Hank if they had to attend or not. When Jay informed me of that all I could do was roll my eyes because of course they all asked if they could get out of going.

I quickly do my makeup and put my blonde hair into a fancy like half updo before grabbing my heels and the garment bag that held my burgundy dress. There was no way I was about to drive across Chicago in heels and a fancy dress. Instead I’ll just change when I get to Jay’s. We had agreed that his apartment would be better to stay at for the weekend after we saw how close it was to the hotel that the gala was being held at.

“Kenzie can I help you with anything?” Jay greeted me when I got to his door with an overnight bag over one shoulder, my purse over the other, and the garment bag and heels in my hands.

“No I’ll get changed quick and then we can head over there.” I say shaking my head. I start to head down to his room before turning around and giving him a quick kiss. “This suit looks good on you.” I tell him as I let my eyes take him in and how good he looks in his tailored black suit.

Jay lets out a laugh as he rolls his eyes. “Thanks babe. But if you keep looking at me like that we might not make it to the party.” With that he ushers me along to his room so I can quickly take my comfy clothes off and shimmy my way into the burgundy dress and slip my black heels on.

“Well fuck.” Jay mutters when I step back into his living room where he’s waiting. “Kenz you look gorgeous.” He tells me as his eyes take in every curve that the dress hugs as well as the slit that goes up to mid thigh. “Are you sure you aren’t going to be cold?” He asks when he seems to finally notice that the dress is strapless.

“I’ll be fine. We’re taking a cab there and back and the hotel is heated and the short walk between the buildings and the cabs isn’t going to kill me.” I tell him as I grab his arm and lead him towards the door. “But we should probably go before someone starts calling you wondering where you are.”

“It doesn’t even start for another fifteen minutes and it takes about five to get there so we’re going to be fine.” Jay tells me bet also doesn’t argue. I see him pull out his phone before informing me “the Uber is almost here so we can wait in the lobby.”

Jay was right the drive didn’t take long but he also didn’t take into account Chicago traffic on a Friday night, so we arrived right at 7pm. It seemed everyone was also arriving right on time so Jay thanked the uber driver and we walked the short block to the entrance instead of waiting to get closer. I was cold by the time we got to the door but I was never going to let Jay know that.

Being that the only people I knew were the other officers that worked with Jay in the intelligence unit and Trudy, the desk sergeant, I stayed close by Jay as he got us some drinks from the bar and various people came up to him.

“I have no idea who some of these detectives are that keep coming up to us but I was told to play nice today.” Jay whispered in my ear making me chuckle.

“Is that why you have a very fake smile on your face?” I question with a smirk of my own as I take a sip of the merlot Jay got me.

“That is why.” He concurs.

A devilish grin slowly slips onto my face as a thought came to me to make this party more fun for the both of us. “You know there’s lots of people here and lots of coat rooms. I bet no one will even notice if we slip into one.” I let the innuendo sit in the air for a bit as a dance my fingers up his chest. “Plus I know you’ve been checking out my ass in this dress all night.”

I watch as he closes his eyes for a second as he sucks in a breath. He slowly brings his whiskey to his mouth and as he opens his eyes and looks at me over the glass I can see his eyes are dark with lust.

I finish my merlot and set the glass down before grabbing his arm and pressing myself into him to make it easier to speak into his ear. “If we’re quick enough we might be able to escape without anyone noticing.” Then I lower my voice to make sure no one else can hear. “Plus you can find out if I have any underwear on or not.” I feel him stiffen as I step away from him. With a smirk on my face I start to walk towards the door to find a coat closet. I knew I didn’t have to turn around or wait to know Jay would be right behind me and I was right.

I feel hands grab me and pull me into a secluded hallway before pushing me so my front is pressed against the cold wall. “Kenzie what the fuck was that.” I hear Jay hiss into my ear.

“What was what?” I ask feigning innocence as I push my ass out until it’s pressed into his crotch. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I lightly grind against his growing erection.

“Fuck Kenz.” He mutters “let’s go.” His voice now commanding as he leads me further down the hall and into a coat closet that he proceeds to lock the door to. It only takes a matter of seconds before his mouth crashes into mine and I’m getting backed up until I feel a solid wall as well as a few fur coats against my back. I feel Jay start to let his hands wander down my body, over my clothed breasts, and down to grab my ass. He takes advantage of my mouth opening with the gasp I let out as his hand finds the slit in my dress and hikes my leg up onto his hip. His hand moving up my bare thigh inching closer and closer to where I knew he would find the answer to if I was going commando or not causing me to moan into his mouth.

“Darling if we’re going to do this you need to be quiet.” Jay whispered into my ear before kissing down my neck. “Well I guess I have my answer on if you choose to wear underwear or not.” He mutters into my skin as his hand finally reaches its destination “and the answer is not.” He chuckles as he runs a finger up my soaked folds. “And already so wet too.”

I close my eyes and bite my lip to hold back the moan that wants so desperately to escape. That seems to only spur him on as he grazes his fingers over my folds and back down my thigh.

“Jay, please stop teasing me and just fuck me.” Surprising even myself with how I was begging.

“Is this what you want?” Jay asks right before plunging two of his fingers into me and curling them to hit the right spot.

“Oh fuck yes.” I moan as my head falls forward into his shoulder. I try my best to muffle all of my moans in his shoulder as I wrap my arms tighter around him as he continues to work his fingers in me. “Jay right there. I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I’m begging again as I feel the coil building in my abdomen indicating my impending orgasm.

Jay removes his fingers from me causing me to whimper at the sudden loss. “Don’t worry darling you’ll be filled up again and you’ll get to come.” He breathes into my ear as he drops my leg and I hear him undoing his belt followed by the sound of his zipper. I faintly see him drop his pants and briefs in the dark of the closet.

He hikes my dress up as he hoists my leg back onto his hip and aligns his cock up with my entrance. My head falls onto his shoulder again as he starts to thrust into me. As his pace quickens I wrap my arms tighter around him and moan into his jacket.

“Fuck Kenz you feel so good.” He groans and I know he’s getting close which is good for me because I can feel the coil rebuilding and he must be able to tell. “That’s it Kenzie come for me. Come on my cock.” I feel his pace quicken as I brace myself against him and the wall behind me. When I do finally come it’s like a wave releasing from me and I end up digging my nails into his back as well as the heel of my stiletto into his ass holding him in place. I’m happy I was already burring my face into his shoulder and neck to muffle all the sounds that came out of me. Jay however must have been just as close as I was because it seemed as soon as I came I could feel him pulsating within me and the hand not holding my leg slammed into the wall as he grunts and moans in my ear.

We stay like that for only a moment before he lowers my leg gently and helps me readjust my skirt. “We should probably get back out there before someone comes looking for us.” He tells me as he’s pulling up his briefs and pants.

“Yeah you’re probably right.” I agree running my hands down my dress to make sure it’s presentable before Jay opens the door.

It takes less than five seconds it feels like when we walk back into the party for someone to notice us and of course it was Adam and Kim.

“Dude, where have you guys been?” Adam asks us and I take that as my cue to leave.

“I’m going to get a drink from the bar. Jay do you want anything?” I ask him and I can see the disapproval of my leaving him with Ruzek and his impending questions.

“Just a whiskey. Thanks babe.” He replies right as I hear Kim telling me that she’ll come with me to the bar.

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!SO THIS WAS A REQUEST BUT TUMBLR WAS SO GLITCHY AND DELETED THAT ENTIRE DRAFT SO I DONT HAVE THE REQ ANYMORE BUT IT WAS JUST ASKING FOR AN ALISA ORTEGA FALLING FOR A SPANISH DUDE!

a/n: as soon as I seen this req I jumped in excitement. alisa ortega is my baby and she deserves so much more attention. I HOPE U ENJOY THIS (also I used google to help me with some of the Spanish translations so if any of it is wrong please just correct me! 🙏🏽)

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description: alisa doesn’t do vacations, she doesn’t need them. why would she willingly take more time away from work than she needs to. but of course avery would force her to get away so she could deal with the news of a recent engagement, and the heartbreak of her own failed one.

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tarado y firecracker (a alisa x oc fic)

Alisa Ortega caught herself glaring down at her hands again, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing against her ring finger. Angrily, she unclasped her hands and took a few deep breaths. 

She didn’t know why she kept doing it. A bad habit really. The finger had been bare for ages, the ring a fading memory from her busy mind. 

It was official. Nash Westbrook Hawthorne was engaged, again. To none other than Avery’s elder sister, Libby Grambs.

The news still stung viciously, prodding at hastily healed wounds hidden within her.

She had seen the signs. It was obvious that this was going to happen. It shouldn’t affect her because she was over her own failed engagement. Seriously, she was. But Alisa had to admit that the idea of Libby Grambs had offended her, with her electric hair and unique style. She was everything Alisa Ortega could not be. Everything that Nash needed. 

The cityscape passed by in a colourful blur as the taxi sped towards her hotel. Madrid really  was beautiful at night. She hadn’t been to Spain since she was a little girl, since her mother had died.

Enough, she scolded herself mentally. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking of. She wasn’t supposed to think of anything really- in Avery’s words.

Just a small break. That’s what the Hawthorne Heiress had insisted. Alisa had refused vehemently, claiming she was fine and that there was work to be done and that Avery couldn’t be left to her own devices, but Avery was adamant. She could be extremely pushy when she wanted. Avery had arranged everything for her and all but forced her onto the plane. 

Avery had confiscated all of Alisa’s work, and added some threats too. All she was left with was her phone but Avery had also added a no work rule to that too. Deny as she might, Alisa knew that Avery was only concerned about her. But she didn’t need to be. It didn’t affect her. 

She spent the rest of the car journey just familiarising herself with the city, blocking out all Hawthorne-related thoughts. That didn’t stop her from tracing her ring finger though. She couldn’t stop the underlying hurt beneath her stoic demeanour. It must’ve been obvious for Avery to send her on a short break. 

Eventually, the taxi pulled to a stop. She thanked the driver before pushing open the door, stepping out into the hot night air and glancing up at the luxurious hotel. Hell, it really was beautiful. 

She didn’t even notice when her driver had rounded the car, wheeling her suitcase beside him. She thanked him again, giving him the necessary money before walking towards the hotel. 

Her body was on autopilot as she entered the lobby, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat she left outside. A concierge took her suitcase up to her room as she went to the front desk to retrieve her room keycard. Her feet took her into the elevator, wanting nothing more than to just fall into bed and sleep off her pain and exhaustion.

 

She entered the room, her suitcase waiting outside for her. She pressed the card against the lock and pushed open the door, wheeling the luggage inside. Using the toe of her stiletto, she nudged the door shut. 

The room was gorgeous, which was nothing compared to the breathtaking view outside but she still drew the curtains closed. 

Alisa didn’t allow herself to collapse into bed yet, forcing herself to shower at least order room service before she slept. See, she was completely fine. Not thinking about Nash, or Libby, or even her mother. Definitely. 

She quickly showered, dried her hair and even ate half of her food before sliding into bed. She grabbed her phone from her bag to check her messages, or lack thereof. Only a single message waited for her, Avery asking if she had gotten to the hotel okay. No other messages. 

She didn’t know what she actually expected, her phone was always empty. She liked the lack of disturbances. She didn’t have any social media apps or anything like that, and only those close to her actually had her number. But this loneliness felt different; something closer to isolation.

Alisa Ortega wasn’t one for crying. Not that she was completely emotionless either, but the hurt she felt usually just sank deeper into the well of her heart. So when she felt the ache of tears stinging her eyes, she couldn’t hold them back. 

Clutching her pillow tightly to her face, she cried. Every sob was sharp like shattered glass, and maybe that’s what she was, too broken to consider fixing. Her exterior was jagged and sharp but underneath it all, she ached, so badly.

None of this was fair. When would she finally get peace? When would the pain and confusion just stop? When was it her turn to find the person? 

She had believed that Nash was her person, the light in her dark life, but he had just ended it. Left her as if the entire thing meant nothing. Didn’t he care about her? 

She just wanted to make everyone proud. Her parents, the firm, Mr. Hawthorne, Nash. She threw herself into work because it was what she was raised to do, her only talent in the cruel world. Nash had begged her to step away from it all, but how could she? People relied on her, people still relied on her. 

It must’ve hurt Nash to leave her behind, but she knew it would’ve killed her if she had to leave everything behind. She just couldn’t. 

As she finally fell into a dreamless sleep, it wasn’t Nash she dreamt of, or her work, or even her mother. She dreamt virtually nothing, a rarity in the chaos of her mind. She welcomed the emptiness, found herself enjoying the feeling of floating for a bit, before she felt too untethered from reality. She screamed and clawed her way back, but her mind had her trapped in that empty abyss, searching for something where she couldn’t see anything.

It felt a little bit like letting go. 

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The first full day of her trip, she refused to step outside the bounds of the hotel, curling up in her room feeling sorry for herself, because she’d never allowed herself to feel like this before.

The second day was also spent throwing herself a pity party until late afternoon which is when she forced herself to get ready for the rest of day, because whether she’d like it or not, she was going to go out and explore. 

As a consequence of her unwavering commitment to the firm, she scarcely went on vacations. As a result, she had practically no “proper outfits” in her wardrobe that was suited for a trip. Her closet mainly consisted of expensive power suits and heels. She complained as much to Avery, who then bought her an entirely new selection to choose from.

She wrinkled her nose at most of the outfits, unable to see herself wearing any of them really. Since the day was practically gone now, she supposed she could walk around the city to find a nice restaurant or something. She could do with some different food other than the same meal she kept ordering to her room. 

She opted for a knee-length dress, which fit her tanned-complexion like a glove. The material was almost as dark as her hair, that was left just curled around her shoulders. She threw on a thin jacket over it, not wanting to risk overheating outside.

The sun was just beginning to set when she finally finished getting ready. Now all there was left to do was wait for her taxi to drop her off to the town centre. She wanted nothing more than to run back into the safety of her room but she forced herself to wait. 

How often did Alisa let herself actually have a break, let herself feel anything less than unshakably confident and poised? Never. She couldn’t let this holiday go to waste, even if she didn’t want to be here in the first place.

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She hadn’t realised how much she longed to be back in crowded towns, sampling every small dish offered and hearing the locals happily play music down the streets, to just hear her language spoken easily. 

Alisa couldn’t decide where she wanted to go. Everything smelled deliciously appetising and looked so appealing that she ended up just walking down the cobble-lined streets, unsure of where to actually go. She just walked around, taking it all in. 

She was so entranced by everything that she didn’t even notice the man walking in front of her, that she all but crashed into. What was wrong with her? 

Immediately, strong hands latched around her biceps to steady her. She looked up, embarrassed, ready to apologise for whoever she just walked into. As she locked eyes with the stranger, she involuntarily sucked in a breath. 

He had startlingly, beautiful eyes, the same deepened-brown as hers. Was it even normal for men to have that kind of nice eyes? His startlingly, beautiful brown eyes trailed down her approvingly. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Was he checking her out? Whatever.

 

“Lo siento mucho,” Alisa apologised, unable to pull her gaze away from him. Fine, since he was checking her out, she had no choice but to check him out. He was decent looking, his tanned complexion mirroring her own, his own dark hair slightly curled up and falling over his forehead in a way that made her want to push it back with her fingers. Easy girl. 

“Está bien, no pasa nada,” Hot-Spanish-Guy replied with a charming smile, clearly designed to make women swoon at his feet. She was not one of those women. Yes, he was hot, but so what? Good for him. 

She angrily pulled her eyes away from his, thanking him again before marching off. She wasn’t even sure why she was so angry. She just wanted food and someone, preferably a lot of it. 

She had only made it like ten steps down the street before she heard footsteps fall in time with her own. “Excuse me, miss,” the handsome stranger piped up, looking over at her. “No entendí tu nombre.” 

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you,” she responded evenly, keeping her eyes on the restaurants lining the streets. 

Instead of taking the hint, Hot-Spanish-Guy only chuckled and kept up with her even faster footsteps. “Woah, there. Slow down,” he chuckled in slightly-accented English. 

“I have places to be,” Alisa threw back, rolling her eyes. What a creep, following her around like this. Like come on. 

“Unless you’re heading to a play park, you’re going the wrong way.” 

That didn’t make Alisa slow down in the slightest. “And just how would you know where I’m going, tarado?”

He rolled her eyes at the teasing nickname, laughing off her attempted jab in good humour. “Well, firecracker,” he snickered, “I’ve seen you walk down this street about ten times now. Admit it, you’re lost.”

That did make Alisa slow down and fully stop, crossing her arms and turning her fiery glare on him. “So you’re basically just a creep then?” 

Hot-Spanish-Guy shrugged playfully, leaning in slightly closer, mischief sparkling in those dreamy eyes. “Are you lost, firecracker?” 

“No, I’m not lost,” she huffed out, tempted to just punch him. Why was he so annoying, and why was she wanting to keep talking to him. This was maddening. 

“Then why are you wandering around like a stray cat?” He asked curiously, close enough that she could see the slight shadow of stubble smattering his jaw. 

“I am not!” She defended haughtily, crossing her arms even tighter against her chest.

“Woah, woah,” he replied, holding his hands up in a placating manner. “I’m only offering to give you help, seeing as you all but bumped into me.”

“Well, thank you, but I don’t need your help.” And with that, she turned on her heels and walked the other way, back up the street. 

She heard the man snort behind her but to her surprise, he didn’t follow her. Good. That’s how it should be.

She must’ve walked the streets a couple more times, still extremely indecisive on where to go. She stopped outside one restaurant and was contemplating just going in now when she was stopped by an annoying whistle.

The handsome stranger was leaning against a lamp pole outside the restaurant, just watching her. She opened her mouth to curse him out when he spoke first. “That isn’t nearly as good as that one there,” he said, punctuating his sentence by pointing her finger to the restaurants.

“And I would care, because…” she responded with an eye roll, tempted to just go into the restaurant to spite him. But the other place he pointed out was actually her second choice. Damn him.

“I got food poisoning from here once,” he answered, pushing himself off the lamp post and swaggering his way over to her. “Just trust me.”

“Whatever,” she gritted out, turning to go to the other restaurant that he pointed out. She had literally walked two entire steps before he called out again.

“Wait!” He said, falling into step beside her. “You aren’t going to eat dinner alone, are you?” His arrogant, charming smirk looked so punchable. Why did he care what she was going to do? 

“Why?” She grumbled irritably. She was so close to just biting his head off now. 

“Because it would be improper of me to make you eat alone,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it was his idea that she even eat dinner. “I insist that you eat with me.”

Alisa looked aghast, her jaw open in shock and annoyance. “What?” She practically sputtered out. “I don’t think so.”

Hot-Spanish-Guy only raised a brow and narrowed his eyes playfully. “Why? Meeting a boyfriend?” He had his arms crossed now too, imitating the feisty woman he only met like ten minutes ago.

“No!” She huffed out defensively, before she couldn’t even think of a proper response. “I don’t even know your name, or who you are for that matter.”

She started to walk off again, her heels clacking against the cobblestones beneath her, market lights glinting off the pathway. Then another pair of shoes joined the mix. 

“Mateo Cardenas.” He extended his hand, holding out in front of her teasingly. “And no time to get to know one another over food, wouldn’t you agree?” 

She glared at his hand incredulously, looking around to see if any other people passing-by noticed this strange interaction.

He offered his hand again, more insistently with a teasing smile on his face. “I promise I won’t bite, unless of course, you want me t-“ 

She smacked his extended hand hard for that stupid comment. “But why?” She asked, hesitantly, tracing his face for any signs that this might be just a silly prank. “Wanting to have dinner with me, that is.”

Mateo cocked his head to one side, poking his cheek with his tongue before speaking, looking more serious this time. “I wanted company, and you look like you needed some but if you really don’t want to, I’ll go. I’m only playing around, I don’t mean any harm.”

Her scowl slightly softened at that. He was a compelled pain in the ass, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t considered actually taking him up on his offer.

It was ridiculous. She usually didn’t care for teasing boys and their stupid comments. And she placed the blame on the heartache, the loneliness or even the damn hunger that forced her to extend her own manicured hand, shaking his reluctantly. “Fine, I suppose. You get one dinner.”

That caused Mateo to break out in an even bigger grin, if possible. “You won’t regret it.”

~~~~~~~~

That dinner was perfect really. The best meal she ever had. And so was the company, whether she willingly admitted it or not.

Mateo was really nice, and he seemed genuine. He had shared a lot about himself during the dinner, not minding that Alisa only revealed slight details of her own life. 

As it turned out, Mateo only moved to Spain recently, but he was visiting Madrid for the same reason she was, a small break. Completely coincidentally, he was staying in the exact same hotel that Alisa was. She almost found herself laughing in disbelief at that.

As much as Alisa insisted, he paid for the dinner in full, seeing as ‘it was his idea anyway.’

And she had gotten his number, courtesy of his continuous pestering after she had admitted she enjoyed that she actually enjoyed the dinner.

She really enjoyed just listening to him talk. She honestly forgot how nice it was to just have somebody to talk to. She used to have He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Seeing-As-He’s-Engaged-To-Another-Woman, but since then, she has had nobody. And despite not even knowing Mateo for that long, his company just felt right. 

After dinner, he took her exploring around the town, pointing out good locations to eat from, or to shop from. She had never almost-smiled as much with another guy before but she seriously was close to on several occasions. 

She forcefully paid for their taxi back to the hotel, much to his protests because ‘a lady should never pay for anything’. She told him to shut up. He shut up. The journey back was filled with a bit more easy chatter. It was awkward at some points, but Alisa really was trying. 

She was completely out of her comfort zone here. Her ex-fiancé was the only other boy she’d ever loved romantically, and she had known him since she was a baby. She didn’t have to introduce herself to him, go through the stilted small-talk stages.

But for the sake of this break, of doing stuff for the hell of it. She really was going to try.

~~~~~~~~

Much to her semi-annoyance, he practically demanded that he walk her up to her room, as the ‘gentlemen’ he claimed he was. 

After chatting her ear off the entire elevator ride, he smiled charmingly as he dropped her off at her door. Alisa thanked him again and tried again to push money into his hand for the meal but he wasn’t taking it. 

She cursed at him again, to which he only grinned at. She fumbled around in her handbag to retrieve her room keycard, pressing it against the lock and pushing the door open. 

She could’ve just said goodbye and shut the door. But she didn’t.

 

Her heart thundered wildly, taking deep breaths to try and slow it down. She turned back around, and before she could lose the nerve, she called out to his retreating back. “Same time tomorrow, tarado?” 

Her feet felt rooted to the spot, unsure if she made a horrible mistake and read the situation completely wrong. What if this ends up horribly? What if he didn’t want a second dinner? What if-

He turned back around, a look of pure happiness seeded into his gorgeous grin. “I thought you’d never ask, firecracker.”

And Alisa actually smiled at that, a fleeting, excited smile.

She waved him off and shut the door behind her, sinking back against it. She caught her lower lip between her teeth at the thought of tonight. 

Only yesterday was she bawling her eyes out over her own failures, yet today, she was starting some, hopefully, new beginnings. 

But this time, she had nothing to prove, to anyone. This time, she wanted to put her own desires above anything else. 

She pushed away from the door just in time to check the buzzing vibrations of incoming texts into her phone. She actually beamed when she saw the number. God, she really was screwed.

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page  

Now and Then

 - Chapter 9-

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

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

Turning the Page Series Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

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

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

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

Words: 2498

Now and Then – 9 

Chapter Summary: Riley and William arrive in Cordonia 

Title & Music Inspiration: 

Now and Then, The Beatles                                       

When You Love Someone, Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams 

Wherever You Will Go, The Calling 

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

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#67, prompt #1 - “Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesjanuary2024, prompt Day 25 - ‘Remembrance’ #choices monthly challenge @lilyoffandoms #choicesjanuary2024 

A/N4: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. 

In Flight, Cordonian Royal Jet, above the Mediterranean Sea 

Looking out over the vast expanse of water below her, and under the clear blue skies above the Mediterranean Sea, no clouds were in sight ... not a white cloud, nor a black cloud. 

Riley gazed out the large passenger window of the private jet, in solace, with her memories. Everything felt calm; almost too calm. The flight from New York to Cordonia was eight hours in duration, and even though they left early in the morning, they would not arrive at the palace until late in the evening with the change in time zones. 

Trying to and not getting any rest, her thoughts returned to the events over the holidays.

...Remembering when Liam arrived at her door, in New York on Christmas Eve, a short week ago. The expression of elation on his face as she opened the door for him... 

[‘Hello, my love,’ he tenderly smiled; He was standing there with an exquisite bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, as uniformed delivery drivers from the toy store waited patiently at a distance behind him, as the Royal guard performed a security check. 

Liam stepped over the threshold, leaning down to draw her in for a kiss on the cheek, as she accepted his gift. ‘Oh Li, these are gorgeous; thank you so much.’ 

At Bastien’s prompt, the delivery people entered the brownstone with prewrapped gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree, also filling the extra space in the living room very quickly. 

Chuckling, Riley watched as Liam thanked them with a generous tip, as he closed the door after them. 

“Our son will be so thrilled at what Santa brought him; wait till he wakes up tomorrow.”  

Liam laughed, moving quickly to put his arm around her, pulling her to his side. “Who says all these gifts are just for him? Hmmm?” Riley turned her head towards him, as Liam bent to capture her lips in a passion-fueled kiss. 

“Ah yes, your gift is right here.” Liam slipped his hand inside his coat to reveal a small box, wrapped in gold with a red ribbon. “This is for you.”} 

Riley breathed out, shaking her head. 

...Remembering wanting him so badly that evening ...as he kissed her forehead to say ‘good night’ before turning to the guest room; Leaving her feeling so confused, once again. 

...Remembering how excited LiLi was when he saw his father again Christmas morning ... and the look of pure joy in Liam’s expression as he watched his son blissfully playing with his new toys. 

...Remembering the look of adoration between Liam and his son; a private and sacred bond established between the two ... a bond only meant for them. 

Riley looked down at her phone and smiled fondly at the picture of William. He was proudly standing beside his gingerbread house gift for Liam, alongside Daniel and Matteo, to smile at the camera. Riley marveled at how unequivocally her son loved his father, so quickly. As if two loose puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. There was never a doubt in her mind that William needed to be wherever his father was. The connection between father and son was undeniable. 

...and with those thoughts, she agreed to return to Cordonia.  

And now, she found herself on the Royal jet headed back, leaving behind her New York world for the place that shattered her ‘happily ever after,’ again. 

Liam, being the new, ever-doting father was pointing out to his son the shores of Cordonia through the window. She saw the look of marvel in Liam’s eyes, as he watched his son’s reaction to seeing Cordonia for the very first time. They were sitting in seats across the aisle from her as she glanced over. 

Catching Riley’s eye, Liam responded with a wink and a smile. 

"Welcome home, love." 

Riley smiled in return, as her heart skipped a beat. 

Home... 

It had been a while since she had felt this way about Cordonia. Another lifetime; so much has changed, and yet remained the same. 

***

Damien Nazario, the Interpol agent who was now permanently assigned to be William Rys's personal bodyguard, was reviewing the Crown prince's dossier, and his duties to the Cordonian crown, his new employer. Bastien took a seat beside the young agent to answer any questions he may have, as head of the Royal guard, at the rear of the plane's cabin. 

"So, Damien, any questions for me?" 

"No, sir. I believe I have a handle on the situation.” 

"Good, because you are now the official head of the security detail for Prince William, the future king of Cordonia." 

"Understood, sir.” Damien was well aware of the complexity of a constitutional monarchy. 

"Now, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you,” Bastien eyed the young agent. 

"Yes, sir?" 

"Madeleine Amaranth, the former queen of Cordonia. I have forwarded her updated dossier to you." 

"Yes, I've read it through.” Damien paused, waiting for more information. 

"Good, because she has expressed malicious intent towards Prince William and Lady Riley, should they return to Cordonia." 

"Understood. I'll ensure her movements are tracked and reported inside and out of the country, sir." 

"Thank you, Damien.” 

"My pleasure, sir.” 

Bastien, looking pleased, leaned back in his chair, checking the time on his watch, as he felt the plane begin its descent. 

Cordonia, Capital 

The jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, as the engines powered down. The cabin door opened, and the stairs were lowered. 

Riley could feel the warm breeze blow past her as she stepped off the plane. 

Taking a deep breath, Riley looked around. The air was different here. It was fresh and clean. She closed her eyes and let the wind brush her cheeks. 

Liam followed, with William sleeping in his arms.  

"Is everything alright, love?" Liam’s brows were raised in concern, noticing her hesitation. 

"Yes, I'm just taking it all in." Riley, looked down, unable to keep eye contact. 

"Are you sure, Riley? You've been very quiet throughout the entire flight home." 

"I'm fine, Liam. It is just a lot to process. I'm just a little overwhelmed." 

"All right, I understand. Let us get to the palace, so you and William can get settled and rest ... okay?" 

"Yes, thank you, Liam." 

Liam glanced over at Riley with concern as he personally buckled his son into the car seat. It was quite easy for him to see and feel the apprehension in her mood. She could not hide her emotions from him as well as she always thought she could.

Riley had remained noticeably quiet during the ride to the palace as well, looking out at the passing countryside. Liam could not help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about returning to Cordonia, and/or to him. 

As they pulled up to the palace gates, Liam looked over at Riley, noticing a small smile on her face. 

"What is it, love?" Liam spoke softly, reaching for her hand. 

Riley returned his touch with a squeeze. "This place...it's beautiful." 

"Thank you, that, it is. Welcome home." 

“William will be so excited when he wakes up.” Riley glanced at a still sleeping William as the SUV slowed to a stop. 

"I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me.... to have you both here." Liam confessed. 

"You're welcome, Liam. It's the least I can do."  

Liam's heart sank at her words. He hated the distance between them. He wanted to take her in his arms and make everything right, but, for right now, he knew that was not the best strategy. 

He had to accept that things had changed, and their relationship was different now. He had to be patient and give Riley the space she needed. 

But he also had to make her see how important she was to him. He had to show her how much he had missed her ... that he wanted a future with her and William in Cordonia. 

As the SUV door opened for her, Riley felt a sense of Deja vu. This was where she had started her journey with Liam in Cordonia all those years ago. And now, here she was, back again. 

"Do you want me to take you and William to the guest wing, or do you want to stay in my chambers?" 

"I would like to stay with you, if that's okay." 

"Of course, Riley. I would love that." 

It was surreal for Riley as she walked the pristine palace halls towards the Royal Chambers. Liam carried William, who was fast asleep in his arms beside her. 

 The memories of the past times she was here flooded her mind and her heart ached as she pushed the painful memories aside. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. 

As they reached the large double doors of the entrance to the Royal east wing, the guards opened the doors for Liam and Riley to enter. 

Riley stepped inside; the same chambers where she had spent so much time before. The familiar scent of Liam's cologne filled the air, sending a wave of longing for a past time through her mind. 

Walking into her room ... it was exactly as she remembered it. Everything was in its place, from the elegant chandelier hanging above the bed, to the intricate paintings adorning the walls. 

Riley took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked around the room, taking in every detail. 

 She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered those past times. 

After tucking William into his bed in the adjacent room, Liam came in and sat down next to her. He gently placed his hand on hers, and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting. 

"What are you thinking about Riley?"  

"I'm okay, Liam. I was just thinking about how much things have changed since I was here last." 

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close. "I know it's a lot, but I'm here for you, and I'll help you in any way I can," Liam whispered. 

"Thank you, Liam." 

He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes intently. "You're welcome, Riley. Always. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.” 

He moved in to press his lips to hers, and she melted into his kiss. 

It was soft and gentle, and full of longing. 

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "God, Riley, I've missed you." 

"I've missed you, Li." 

He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time. 

His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him. 

Their tongues tangled together in a dance that was familiar and yet new. 

They were no longer the same people they were when they had last been together. They were both older and wiser, and the passion between them burned even brighter. 

Riley pulled away and put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her palm. 

"Liam, I..." 

"Shhh." 

He placed a finger over her lips. "Don't say anything, Riley. Just feel." 

His lips found hers again, and the world disappeared. There was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other. 

She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands down her back and pulled her closer. 

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. 

"Riley," he breathed. "God, I want you so much."

“Liam, I ...” 

Liam pulled back and looked into her eyes, “stay with me tonight.” 

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