#bertrand drabble

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

‘I win,’ said Bertie softly, hoping not to startle Brooke.

‘Well done,’ she noted, tone completely deadpan and slightly terrifying for it. He was used to her rage, the passion of her emotions, the pieces that often had people shying away from her. The bits that had drawn him to her and the others; for all the secrets she seemed to keep close to her chest, the stoic façade she tried for, there was always an honesty with her emotions that she couldn’t hide from those that cared. None of them could.

‘Brooklyn –’

‘Please,’ she whispered, closing her eyes and making his heart hurt. ‘Not today.’

Bertie knew that Sly would have been better equipped for this, and yet his absence was part of why she was sitting there alone. The next logical step would had been Ren, but Bertie had made the executive decision to send him on a wild goose chase lest the two of them only make things worse for each other, despite the best of intentions.

‘‘E will be fine,’ Bertie offered, dropping onto the bench beside her, leaving the space she craved so as not to crowd her.

‘You can’t know that,’ she said, and he heard the anxiety behind her words, the fear she kept on such a tight leash normally and yet which was so often behind her actions.

‘I can,’ he offered softly. ‘Because it is Sylvester. And,’ he hastened to continue, sensing the argument she was about to counter with, ‘because ‘e has us out here.’

‘But what if every awful thing we guessed is happening in there? He’s all alone.’ She made the admittance to her feet, but the fact she’d made it alone was progress.

‘Brooke,’ Bertie whispered, gently giving her knee a squeeze and earning her attention in an instant. He saw the brief flicker of annoyance in her eyes, but the need for reassurance covered it quickly. ‘We won’t let anyzing ‘appen to him,’ he vowed.

He could see the need to argue in her eyes, and yet she nodded, needing the comfort of those words more than to simply needle him.

‘Now, come on,’ he said, standing quickly and offering her a hand.

She rolled her eyes, stood while ignoring the proffered hand. ‘Yeah, we should probably stop Ren from eating every pastry while we wait.’

‘Exactly,’ he agreed, lowering his hand. He just hoped Sylvester might find what he was looking for. Even if it meant worrying the rest of them for a little while first.

[alj4890]

Something New

(Maxwell Beaumont x MC) in a Choices The Royal Romance Drabble

January 2025 prompts: New Relationships

Masterlist

A/N I know it's been a really long time since I last posted. My husband's cancer and surgeries have taken center stage these last few months and now that he's been deemed cancer free, I felt inspired to write something. Plus, yesterday was our wedding anniversary, so writing something a little bit sweet and romantic was a must, LOL. Taking this from Book 2 at the homecoming ball.

Also for @twinkleallnight I know it's been a while for any Royal Romance fics from me. Hope you enjoy this one.

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The Cordonian Palace grounds...

Something new was on the horizon. Riley could feel it thrumming along with her nerves that were on edge. She was simply waiting on that one last little something to show her what course to take.

Glancing to her left, she saw the handsome man walking beside her. She took in his lean muscular form dressed in his typical black dress shirt and charcoal gray pants and jacket. Eschewing a tie, he left the first few buttons unbuttoned to give a more fun, relaxed appearance.

Her eyes lifted to his profile. For once his easy going smile was not on display. An unusually somber expression graced his face. Those ocean colored eyes of his were focused ahead of the cobblestoned path they were walking.

Unsure of what to do next, Riley cleared her throat to break the silence.

"So?" She tentatively asked. "Where are we going?"

Maxwell shrugged. "Dunno. Never really have a set path whenever I take a walk around the palace. Just go wherever the whim takes me."

Riley snorted on a laugh.

Maxwell's dimpled grin popped up at that unladylike sound.

"I think going wherever the whim takes you describes you and me pretty well."

He tilted his head while considering that and nodded, smiling even more. "I guess it does."

"I know it does." She declared, beginning to tick off the evidence on her fingers. "One: I go out with you, Liam, and Drake after being your waitress."

"And Tariq," he reminded her.

Her nose wrinkled. "Yeah, but he wasn't as much fun as you three so he doesn't count."

"Understood." Maxwell replied.

Riley then continued. "Two: I agree without any thought to your proposal to come to Cordonia to be the Beaumont's suitor for Liam." She stopped him once they reached a fountain in the side courtyard. "For the record, I only agreed to it because I wanted to get to know you better."

Maxwell's eyes widened. "You did what?"

Riley huffed, tossing back the few strawberry blonde tresses that had escaped her clip out of her face.

"You were the only reason I began this wild journey." She admitted.

Color rose up her neck, engulfing her face in what she not so fondly deemed her, "tomatoe paste complexion".

She knew the time had come to admit everything to Maxwell if this was truly the beginning of them being together.

After refusing Liam's proposal, she'd only had a brief chance to talk about her feelings to Maxwell before they succumbed to temptation and basically just made out on the hotel's rooftop. Not that she was complaining, but she had intended to go into more depth about her feelings for him.

The last thing she wanted to do was to make him think he had not been her first choice from the very beginning.

"It was always you, Max." She told him. "I only agreed to be Liam's suitor to help you and Bertrand. Plus, I knew it'd give me a chance to see if what I felt for you was just a crush or maybe something more."

Clutching the folds of her white skirt, she kept her eyes upon his face watching as shock gave into rueful joy.

Rubbing the back of his neck, his lips parted, then he sighed.

"I uh, I invited you because I felt the same way." He admitted.

"What?!" Riley practically screeched.

Laughing, he shrugged. "I couldn't help but fall for you." He gestured towards her. "You're fun, sweet, and sexy as hell. What's not to love?"

"Oh my gosh." She placed her hands upon her hips. "Are you telling me that we are both this dumb to let all these months go by without ever saying a word?"

"Pretty much." Maxwell snorted. "God, we're idiots."

"The biggest in the world." She mumbled. "Now what do we do?"

"Whatever we want." He grasped her hand and tugged her closer to the fountain.

"I could live with that." She decided. "As long as you hopefully want what I want."

"What do you want, Riley?"

Straightening her posture, she took both his hands in hers. "I want you, Maxwell Percival Beaumont. I want you to continue to be my best friend. I want you to take that huge step and become my love. I want everything that comes with that new relationship while sprinkling in all we have with our old one. I want to be with you and only you for as long as you want me to."

She was fairly certain her face would remain beet red for the rest of her life. She couldn't remember ever saying this much feelings wise to any other guy she'd been in a relationship with. Granted, none of the others had come remotely close to being a Maxwell Beaumont type.

Silence fell between them making her want to squirm and find some hidden nook to crawl into until her embarrassment killed her.

Maxwell tried to speak. He had a huge speech ready to give her, telling her all that he'd kept carefully hidden all these months just in case she only saw him as a friend. Granted all the signs had been there that she liked him more than that. Always hanging out with him, dancing mostly with him, sneaking into his tent, etc., rose to his mind that his feelings definitely hadn't been one sided.

But now, he couldn't get the words out that he was madly, head over heels, probably always had been, from the moment they met, in love with Ms. Riley Brooks of New York.

He picked her up and swung her around in his arms. Her startled squeal turned into laughter as the world went by in a blur.

Once her toes touched the ground, his lips ensnared hers in a passionate kiss.

He held her close as he savored the taste and sensations only she could give with those lips of hers.

When the kiss ended, he stared into her spring green eyes and grinned.

"I want all that too Riley." A hint of bashfulness appeared in his vulnerable gaze. "I always have. I just hope I don't screw this up."

She cupped his cheek, feeling the weight of the world slide off her shoulders in the very words she had so desperately longed to hear.

"Listen to me." She said softly. "There is no way, in any possible universe where there is another Riley and Maxwell, that you could ever mess up what we have."

She gave him a playful shake. "We're the dynamic duo who win every single time!"

He swopped down and kissed her once more.

"Got it?" She asked a touch breathlessly.

"Got it."

Maxwell cuddled her close and simply held her as they looked at the fountain.

"This is our beginning." He said with nothing but absolute joy.

"Yes," she teased, "and it's about time."

[moldygreenblue]

Photograph

(Day seven prompt for Woevember, aka, Free Space Day, event created by @asouefanworkevent)

The places that he, Beatrice, and Bertrand used to go together are gone. Some still stand, but many are different now; be it a new business in its place, a change in decor, or just missing an element that makes it complete. Like the laughter. Like Beatrice reciting her favorite soliloquies. Or Bertrand singing his favorite showtunes. Or Lemony himself, snapping the moment on his camera, to keep it around forever. Lemony takes one more glace of the photograph. He didn’t take it, but it’s a photo he treasures. For Lemony knows Beatrice and Bertrand are never coming back anymore.

Or, an ASOUE Movie moodboard and drabble on why Lemony keeps a photograph of [what I assume is] Beatrice and Bertrand.

(Song to Listen To: Photograph by Ringo Starr, co-written with George Harrison)

[ao3feed-binarybfs]

The School Dance

by purplecandyboy

read it on AO3 here

Anthony doesn't know why Kenny hates him so much but his best friend does. Kenny thinks Anthony sabotaged the sekai taikai for him,

One day suddenly Kenny asked Anthony to their first school dance. Telling him how they should leave old feelings and rivalries in the past. Anthony happily accepted Kenny as his boyfriend naively. Unaware of Kenny's attempt at revenge.

Will Kenny go thru with humiliating Anthony after they fall in love? Will he confront the sabotage shading some light on Anthony's case? Will Devon come clean with what she did?

………

Sam and Miguel's break up might've split up the dojo and they're friends.

Sam turning to Tory, Moon and Yasmine

Miguel to Robby, Demetri and Hawk.

Demetri and Moon plan to bring the two groups together tho. As the peaceful pacifist of the group.

Words: 9266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai (TV) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Anthony LaRusso, Kenny Payne, Nathaniel (Cobra Kai), Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Mother, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Father, Robby Keene, Demetri Alexopoulos, Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Moon (Cobra Kai), Samantha LaRusso, Tory Nichols, Shawn Payne, Doug Rickenberger, Bert (Cobra Kai), Jacob Bertrand, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Amanda LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso, Mitch (Cobra Kai), Big Red (Cobra Kai), Mikey (Cobra Kai), Kyler Park

Relationships: Anthony LaRusso/Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Original Male Character(s), Robby Keene & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Devon Lee, Lia Cabrera & Kenny Payne, Kenny Payne & Shawn Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Devon Lee & Kenny Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Samantha LaRusso, Robby Keene/Tory Nichols, Samantha LaRusso/Tory Nichols, Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Piper Elswith/Moon, Demetri Alexopoulos/Yasmine, Samantha LaRusso/Yasmine, Moon/Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene/Shawn Payne, Robby Keene & Shawn Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Kyler Park, Tory Nichols/Aisha Robinson, Bert & Nathaniel (Cobra Kai)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Teenage Drama, Protective Daniel LaRusso, Protective Samantha LaRusso, Omega Daniel LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence Friendship, Protective Amanda LaRusso, Eventual Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Worried Daniel LaRusso, Alpha/Omega, Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Enemies to Lovers, One-Sided Relationship, Alpha Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Binary Boyfriends (Cobra Kai), Cobra Kai Dojo, All-Valley 100 Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid Drabble Challenge, Bisexual Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai)

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC FotW - August 20-26, 2023

Ⓜ️ = Adult/Mature Content 18+ 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW 18+ 📱= Text Fics/Edits 🎨= Includes Fanart

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Chosen by Light | Mal Volari x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes Drabble | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Save it for Desert | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @a-cloud-for-dreams 📱

Take Me Out | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🎨

Tides of Change | f! Trystan Thorne x Juliana Grogescu, Sebastian Thorne x Juliana Grogescu - @coffeeheartaddict2 Ⓜ️

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m! Cas Harlow x m! Gabriel Adalhard x nb!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapter 35: Sink Your Teeth In, Part 2 Ⓜ️

IT LIVES WITHIN

Love by Any Other Name (1 / 4) | Amalia de Leon x F!MC - @professor-abeloved

OPEN HEART

RED CARPET DIARIES

That Boleyn Girl (Part 1/2) | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Baking Memories | Liam Rhys, Constantine Rhys - @kristinamae093

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rhys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 16: The Steer Ⓜ️

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Series) | Bertrand Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 3: Olivia's Ballroom

Mosquito | Maxwell Beaumont x MC - @chocopeppermintcake

The Royal Heir's Royal Romance | Drake Walker x MC, Royal Heir x OC - @whatisreggieshortfor

...Sometimes Not (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 8: Turn a Blind Eye

Through Hell & Back (Series) | Olivia Nevrakis x Anton Severus - @queenmiarys Part 1: First Impressions

Turning the Page (Series) | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Ⓜ️

[cordonianroyalairlines]

Cordonian Royal Airlines

…where we treat every passenger like royalty. The ultimate in air travel. Luxurious private jets for booking to exclusive locales. Small, private, elite.

Welcome to Cordonian Royal Airlines (CRA), a TRR AU in the spirit of Wings and LA to Vegas.  

Leo and Liam Rys, two brothers, both pilots, decide to go into business together, operating a small, private, elite airline that flies exclusive clientele to exotic locales in the lap of luxury. A non-chronological series of loosely related one-shots and drabbles around the exploits of the crew of CRA.

Pilots/Owners: Leo Rys, Liam Rys

First Officers: Drake Walker, Bertrand Beaumont

Flight Attendants: Riley Brooks, Maxwell Beaumont, Hana Lee, Kiara Theron

Office Manager: Madeleine Amaranth

World Renown In-Flight Chef: Olivia Nevrakis

Receptionist/Booking: Penelope Ebrim

Security: Bastien Lykel

Masterlist

Turbulence: Riley confronts Drake with unexpected results.

All I Want for Christmas Part 1: The crew is grounded by a blizzard.

All I Want for Christmas Part 2: Drake does something unexpected.

Ball Drop: Drake and Riley end up in the same place on NYE.

Staking a Claim: Riley's ex shows up on a flight. Drake is less than pleased about it.

[dcbbw]

Hey, I wonder what it would look like if Liam gave Riley permission to hook up with someone one last time at their party in Las Vegas, and Riley asked Liam to sleep together. It would be very interesting, because PB does not have that option.

Thank you so much for this ask @busywoman! Fun fact: when I first joined the fandom, there was a story of the Vegas fling taking place between MC and her chosen LI (Drake).

*Sighs nostalgically* That was a good story.

This one, probably not so much but here’s hoping you enjoy it! Using my Timing Liam x Riley (The Otters/Baby Riam) for this drabble and including an answer to your previous ask regarding a lighter, happier proposal for them.

Also using @choicesflashfics Week #20 prompt #1: “The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.” It will appear in bold.

No one’s eyes but mine have looked this over, so pretty please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: Love You, flowerovlove

Word Count: 1,346

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Rating T for Teen (No triggers, just a couple of curse words and if you sniff really long and very deeply, you may catch a whiff of lemon)

Las Vegas, Nevada

“Is there anything else you desire, my love?” King Liam of Cordonia loudly asked over the blaring music as he helped his fiancée down from the tabletop they had just danced upon.

Riley Brooks did not answer as she concentrated on placing her foot, shod in strappy sandals with too-high heels, firmly on the ground.

“Food? Drink?” The royal persisted.

“Damnit, Liam! I am trying NOT to die here!” Riley snapped, annoyance and fear lacing her voice.

The King’s fiancée was scared of heights, but more than that, she had a fear of falling. Both were a very real possibility when the tables were a good four feet tall. The last thing Riley needed was to faceplant  and suffer a head injury, broken bones, or worse.

The couple were in Las Vegas with their friends and members of Court to celebrate their engagement. Liam had insisted they have a stag and doe party because he could not bear another moment not being by Riley’s side.

Riley didn’t mind; she had tagged along with Madeleine on her bachelorette party and had crashed Liam’s bachelor party during the Engagement Tour. With none other than Drake Walker aka Agent Marshmallow. She had been so disappointed when Drake didn’t beat the hell out of Bertrand, but even more regretful at having to leave behind a plate of steaks.

During their stay, the couple had taken in the sights of Las Vegas, gambled at a casino where Riley lost $2,000 dollars but won $89 dollars and a coupon to the gaming house’s early bird lunch special, valid only Sundays through Thursdays. There had been a magic show, a scavenger hunt, and a night at the hottest club in town. Tonight was the last of festivities; the entourage was flying back to Cordonia in the morning.

Liam pulled her into a protective embrace once she was safely on solid ground, pressing a wet kiss against her temple. “You’re safe, love. I’m here to protect you.”

Riley briefly closed her eyes as she laid her forehead against the crook of his shoulder. The touch of Lim’s strong arms around her never failed to fill her very being with a feeling of safety, of warmth.

“There is one more thing that would make this entire trip absolutely perfect.” She pulled away from Liam ever-so-slightly so she could look him in his eyes.

“And what would that be?” he asked with a tipsy smile.

“I wanna have a fling!” she said excitedly.

Liam’s arms dropped quickly away from her body; his face was ashen-colored, and his expression was one of stupefied disbelief.

“WHAT?” he yelled.

“What? This is MY party! You’ve already had one! Besides, we’re in Sin City. Debauchery is expected, Liam!”

“With WHO?”

“Whom,” Riley corrected as her eyes scanned the hotel rooftop.

Liam stared at the woman he loved more than life itself. This had to be a joke. Why accept his proposal if she still wanted another?

“Lady Riley Brooks, would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of being my wife?” Liam asked as he knelt on one knee.

Riley looked down at Liam and the diamond ring nestled in the crushed black velvet box, then up at the Statue of Liberty before answering.

“Okay.”

Liam’s brow knitted, and confusion filled his eyes. “That … is not quite the reaction I was expecting.”

Riley stared at him, realization dawning on her face. “Oh … OOOHHHH. Hold on!”

She batted her lashes and pressed one of her palms over her heart. In a simpering, affected voice, she threw her head back and shouted, “YES, LIAM! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES, YES!”

She looked down at Liam when she was finished. “Better?”

The King rolled his eyes. “Let me just put the ring on your finger, please.”

Perhaps it was revenge of some sort because of the Coronation night disaster which resulted in him betrothed to Countess Madeleine. Riley’s hurt and anger had been palatable; the therapy he had suggested they both take part in had exacerbated the emotions.

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

Swallowing heavily over the sudden lump in his throat, Liam spoke softly. “I promised to never deny you anything. You can have your fling. All I ask is that you never mention it to me. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And tomorrow morning, you are MINE. ALL MINE for all eternity.”

His lips snatched hers in a searingly passionate kiss before he turned away, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him walk away; his gait was stiff and his shoulders slightly slumped. She shrugged before turning in the opposite direction.

Liam made his way to the bar where he ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He swiveled his chair seat around so he could have a better look at which one of his “friends” would soon be fucking his fiancée. Jealousy, frustration, sadness, and hurt flowed through his body.

She said she had forgiven him.

She said his was the greatest love she had ever known.

His dark brown eyes traveled slowly over the crowd: Drake, Leo, Max, Rashad were still in attendance; they were surrounded by Duchess Olivia and Countess Madeleine. They all had drinks in hand, and guffawing loudly at a story Leo was telling.

Penelope and Kiara were holding plates of food, eating while swaying to the DJ’s remix of an American rap song.

He did not see Riley.

Liam turned at feeling a tapping on his shoulder. His eyes widened at seeing Riley. She had a plate filled with buffalo wings and engagement cake.

“Hey!” she greeted as if she hadn’t just asked her intended for permission to have sex with someone else.

“No one took you up on you offer?” he huffed as he turned away from her.

Riley looked confused. “What offer?”

“YOU ASKED ME FOR A FLING!”

Riley bit into a wing, crossing her eyes at how delicious it was.

“Yeah, I asked YOU, idiot! I don’t need your permission to have sex with someone else, and I certainly wouldn’t tell you. Too much transparency is not a good thing.”

Liam faced his fiancée. “Do you want someone else?” he asked as he reached for a piece of chicken.

Riley slapped his hand away. “No. I’m in love with you, Liam. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you.”  

She turned to face him, red dots of sauce speckling her lips. “You’re more than enough.”

The relief Liam felt filled his face. “Thank God.”

He tried again to snatch a wing; Riley let him have one.

“But why all the cloak and dagger? You know you need only say what you want.”

He bit into the chicken, his eyes widening in surprise. “These are good!” He attempted to snag another piece but pulled his hand away upon seeing Riley’s arched eyebrow.

“Because I wanted food first! If I told you the fling was with you, I would’ve missed out on these wings! And I may want some pancakes when I get back to my room. A girl gotta eat, Liam!”

Liam leaned into her, his lips brushing against the skin of her neck. “I have a much better way of satisfying your appetites, love.”

Riley giggled when his breath tickled her flesh. “Does it involve pancakes?”

“What about syrup?” he questioned in a husky whisper against her earlobe as his fingers walked up her fabric-covered thigh.

The tip of Riley’s tongue licked her upper lip. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. I’m giving up buffalo wings, cake, and pancakes!” she moaned.

She felt his hand pushing to get between her legs, and she shifted slightly in her seat to allow him access.

“Chocolate syrup,” Liam clarified while his fingertip rubbed slowly against the crotch of her panties.  

“Let’s go! The night isn’t getting any younger!” Riley was out of her chair and halfway to the elevator with Liam close on her heels.

“DON’T FORGET MY PLATE!"

A/N: Not sure if anyone will see this because it is 3:16am and tags are super wonky, not formatting, and I have a head cold; so giving up the ghost here. If you see it and read it, hope you enjoy it!

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[ao3feed-samtory]

The School Dance

by purplecandyboy

read on AO3 here

Anthony doesn't know why Kenny hates him so much but his best friend does. Kenny thinks Anthony sabotaged the sekai taikai for him,

One day suddenly Kenny asked Anthony to their first school dance. Telling him how they should leave old feelings and rivalries in the past. Anthony happily accepted Kenny as his boyfriend naively. Unaware of Kenny's attempt at revenge.

Will Kenny go thru with humiliating Anthony after they fall in love? Will he confront the sabotage shading some light on Anthony's case? Will Devon come clean with what she did?

………

Sam and Miguel's break up might've split up the dojo and they're friends.

Sam turning to Tory, Moon and Yasmine

Miguel to Robby, Demetri and Hawk.

Demetri and Moon plan to bring the two groups together tho. As the peaceful pacifist of the group.

Words: 9264, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai (TV) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Anthony LaRusso, Kenny Payne, Nathaniel (Cobra Kai), Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Mother, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz's Father, Robby Keene, Demetri Alexopoulos, Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Moon (Cobra Kai), Samantha LaRusso, Tory Nichols, Shawn Payne, Doug Rickenberger, Bert (Cobra Kai), Jacob Bertrand, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Amanda LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso, Mitch (Cobra Kai), Big Red (Cobra Kai), Mikey (Cobra Kai), Kyler Park

Relationships: Anthony LaRusso/Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Original Male Character(s), Robby Keene & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso/Devon Lee, Lia Cabrera & Kenny Payne, Kenny Payne & Shawn Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Kenny Payne, Anthony LaRusso & Devon Lee & Kenny Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz/Samantha LaRusso, Robby Keene/Tory Nichols, Samantha LaRusso/Tory Nichols, Moon/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Piper Elswith/Moon, Demetri Alexopoulos/Yasmine, Samantha LaRusso/Yasmine, Moon/Yasmine (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene/Shawn Payne, Robby Keene & Shawn Payne, Demetri Alexopoulos & Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz/Kyler Park, Tory Nichols/Aisha Robinson, Bert & Nathaniel (Cobra Kai)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Teenage Drama, Protective Daniel LaRusso, Protective Samantha LaRusso, Omega Daniel LaRusso, Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence Friendship, Protective Amanda LaRusso, Eventual Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Worried Daniel LaRusso, Alpha/Omega, Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Enemies to Lovers, One-Sided Relationship, Alpha Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Binary Boyfriends (Cobra Kai), Cobra Kai Dojo, All-Valley 100 Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid Drabble Challenge, Bisexual Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai)

[alj4890masterlist]

30 various Choices drabbles all centered around kiss prompts. *Updated list of kiss prompts and pairings*

Evidence (Thomas Hunt x OC)

The Green-Eyed Monster (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

The Statement (Jackson Nevrakis-Walker x Nicky Beaumont)

Escaping for a Moment (Ernest Sinclaire x MC)

Silence (Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis)

The Sleeping Bag (Aislinn Tanaka x M!MC) *NSFW*

The Truth Comes Out (Hugh Crawford x MC)

The Apology (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

On Impulse (Maxwell Beaumont x OC)

Making It Believable (Prince Emerick Rhys x Juliet Nevrakis-Walker)

It's Over (Leo x Madeleine)

Over the Top (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

In Times of Comfort (Thomas Hunt x OC)

To Make It Better (Tom Sato x F!MC)

Just Try (Liam x Madeleine)

Slipping Away Together (Thomas Hunt x OC)

So This is Goodbye? (Jax Matsuo x MC)

Visceral Reaction (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

From the Heart (Ethan Ramsey x OC)

Anytime, Anywhere (Liam x MC)

Just You and Me (Prince Ellis Rhys x Emily Beaumont)

Snap (Bertrand Beaumont x MC)

Sparks of Hope (Thomas Hunt x OC)

The Promise (Liam and his daughter)

Right At Last (Jackson Nevrakis-Walker x Nicky Beaumont)

Just a Dream (Tobias Carrick x F!MC)

It's Time to Say Goodbye (Maxwell Beaumont x OC)

Second Thoughts (Raleigh Carrera x MC) *NSFW*

Washing Away Your Troubles (Trystan Thorne x F!MC) *NSFW*

Confession Time (Thomas Hunt x OC)

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‘Are you gonna help?’ Ren asked, gripping the branch of the tree tightly as he leant down to try passing the backpack to Bertie. ‘Or are you using this as a modelling opportunity?’

‘Ze outrage zat you would suggest that,’ Bertie complained, leaning against the tree for balance as he raised himself to his tiptoes. The only reason Ren had even asked him to help was because Brooke was too short, and Sylvester would have suggested that they simply got a ladder. At least Bertie’s concern was slightly less suffocating. He loved the others, truly he did, but sometimes it was too much.

‘I mean, I’d suggest you gave up the modelling. You’re going a little grey on top there, bud.’

Bertie cursed in French, swore bitterly as the bag finally reached his hand. He dropped back to stand normally and offered the bag out to the year seven. His tone was much brighter as he said, ‘Zere we are. Zere are still some good people around.’

‘Thanks,’ the little girl mumbled, offering a quick wave up at Darren before she scampered off.

‘Some people,’ Bertie complained bitterly, moving aside to allow Ren easier access down the tree. ‘What iz even the point?’

‘I have no idea, mate,’ Ren admitted, dropping the last of the distance so he was back on equal footing with his friend. ‘But at least we could help, I guess.’

Bertie nudged him gently in the ribs. ‘Come on. We ‘ad best get back to the others before Sly organises a search party.’

‘You know, one day I kind of want to see how he’d do it.’

‘Do not give him ze idea,’ Bertie said, though there was no hiding the smirk that flitted across his lips.

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Just Try

(Liam x Madeleine) in a Choices The Royal Romance drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: an "I'm in love with someone else, but you're here," kiss.

May 2023 Choices Challenge: lies | first heartbreak

A/N Here's my take on what Liam was going through at the beginning of Book 2 while Riley was at Ramsford. When I saw this particular kiss prompt, I immediately thought of him being forced to live a lie where he is happy with Madeleine. This is nothing but pure angst. Sorry 😬

Rating: G

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Another day as the new King of Cordonia was over at last. Liam trudged his way upstairs to his bed chambers. Each step felt heavier than the one that came before it. His mind buzzed from the numerous meetings he'd gone through since being crowned. Nothing so far came close to how he thought his life would be once he became ruler.

As he closed his door, he allowed his shoulders to droop. In here, he was able to be simply Liam, a young man grieving for his deathly ill father and for the loss of the woman he so desperately loved.

Riley.

He closed his eyes for a moment. His head tipped back to rest upon his door while images of her danced in his thoughts. Everything had seemed so perfect to have only come to an abrupt end.

He was so tired of the pictures of Riley and Tariq being brought up in the news. It hurt to see her nearly naked with another man, even though he knew they weren't true.

Thank God for Drake, he thought to himself.

Liam pushed away from the door to prepare himself a needed drink. In honor of his best friend saving her, he poured a liberal amount of Macallan 1928. He then did his best to relax.

This life he was forced to lead wasn't easy. He knew before he'd even been made to take his older brother's place that it wouldn't be. Liam honestly did not anticipate it being this hard.

He'd always suspected he would have to marry someone out of duty because of the crown. As the spare, he thought it would be to help secure ties with another kingdom. Nothing brought about an alliance faster than marriage. Then when Leo abdicated, Liam knew his choices had diminished even more.

Especially when his father insisted on the very public suitor events.

And of course, Maxwell and Drake's insistence that he have a bachelor party.

Those two instances of being pressured had led to Liam feeling this depressed. Though he was grateful to his friends wanting to give him a night he'd never forget, he almost wished it had never happened. If he'd been allowed to remain here, stuck in a lifestyle he understood, he might not feel like he was now living a lie.

Instead, he'd lost his heart to an American. He'd begun to dream of an impossible life by her side. He almost attained it.

Then it was snatched away at the very last second.

He couldn't even call Riley and discuss any of this with her. Fear of someone finding out kept him from doing so. He couldn't ask anyone if she had decided to remain in the country. Who could he trust with that? He at first thought of calling Ramsford in an act of kingly benevolence to reassure Bertrand that he didn't hold any ill will for bringing, as the media dubbed her, that beastly American to him so he could discover whether or not Riley returned to New York. But who knew who would be listening in?

Even if she had remained in Cordonia, would she still want him? After all, mere minutes after declaring his love for her he'd gone and announced he was marrying another.

He took a long sip of his whiskey, allowing it to burn in his throat as memories of making love to Riley that night came to mind. Why didn't he rush inside after she told him she loved him too to declare her his choice? He instead had given in to the moment and selfishly kept her to himself for a little longer.

And look what that cost me, he thought bitterly.

"Come in." He called out at the brisk knock to his door.

Madeleine poked her head inside. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

The words sat on the tip his tongue to say that she was. She was intruding on his nightly torture of what his life had almost been. He was ready to wallow in his misery without the added reminder of being trapped with her as future queen.

"Not at all." He took another sip. "Please, sit down."

Madeleine beamed over his manners still being intact even though he was drinking. She knew many noblemen who couldn't contain their baser instincts once alcohol was involved. She was a little relieved to see him imbibing. Hopefully it would help with her plan.

She wasn't a fool. She knew she wasn't his real choice. Madeleine believed though that they could find a way to be a couple, even if it was an act on both their parts.

But she also knew that in order to be a successful queen, she would need to one day bear him a child.

"How was your day?" She asked politely.

"Busy." He forced a smile. "But productive nonetheless."

"Good." She sat up a bit straighter. "I've begun to plan our engagement tour."

Liam took another sip, nearly finishing off his glass with that reminder.

"Have you?" He got up to top off his glass. "May I get you anything?"

"I'll have whatever you're having." She decided.

Maybe a drink would help her too with discussing what was on her mind.

He handed her a tumbler halfway filled.

"Thank you." She took a dainty sip, nose wrinkling over the taste.

She'd never enjoyed drinking straight spirits, but desperate times called for such.

"I think we need to discuss how we should act at these events." She began.

Liam softly sighed. "And how do you think we should?"

Madeleine narrowed her eyes at his tone. Was that irritation or resignation? Either way, it didn't give her much hope.

"I know ours wasn't the typical courtship," she added.

"Indeed, it was not." He snorted.

"But, it needs to look like it in front of everyone."

Liam downed his glass. "I believe in the public's eyes, I am a dutiful fiancé."

"Dutiful, yet not happy." She stressed.

"I've smiled for every picture." He argued.

"Not the way you smiled with Riley."

He couldn't believe she had the unmitigated gall to say his love's name.

"Do not dare," his tone turned a touch sinister, "presume to compare yourself to her."

Madeleine blinked. Had she misjudged Liam's easy going demeanor?

"I'm not." She replied, her own tone turning peevish. "I'm simply pointing out a fact. People knew you favored her above all the rest of us. Since you didn't pick--"

"Couldn't." He corrected.

"Couldn't pick her," Madeleine continued, "then you must at least pretend to be content."

"And what do you think I've been doing?" He pushed out of his chair to pace. "I've made certain to praise you in interviews. I've stood by your side, smiling like an idiot. I've--"

"Not kissed me."

Liam stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened at the mere thought of kissing the proper, icy countess. His already tender stomach from drinking without dinner churned at the thought of kissing a woman his brother had been with.

It was wrong. He couldn't think of another way to put it.

Madeleine got to her feet and stood before him. Taking a deep breath, she titled her head back.

"Madeleine, we can't--"

"I know you hope things turn out differently." Her eyes held his. "But the likely hood of Riley's name being cleared is far fetched at best. We need to be prepared for our future."

Liam briefly closed his eyes. His heart ached to hear that his dreams were getting further and further away from becoming a reality. All he had was hope in finding out what happened at Applewood. He didn't even know how he would secretly conduct an investigation. He couldn't, not without discovering first off why the security had failed so miserably that fateful night.

The thought of the rest of his life spent with the woman before him was too much right now. The pain he felt in having to choose her was still so raw. He couldn't think about the notion of truly marrying her.

Was the crown even worth it? Was his duty going to be the very thing to keep him tethered to an unhappy life?

Perhaps Leo is right. Maybe abdication is the only way.

"I think we need to kiss." Madeleine broke through his tortured thoughts. "At least for practice for when we need to pose for pictures and such. We need it to look natural."

Liam shook his head. "We do not have to kiss in public."

"Very well." She knew she had an uphill battle on her hands. "But we will one day have to have children."

Children. Liam ran his hands over his face. He was supposed to have children with Riley. He even told her that was his dream on his first date, to one day have a family of his own. He'd already imagined them looking like his love. He hoped they would have her dark hair, her warm smile, her easy laugh, and her tender heart.

Now the likely hood was that they wouldn't exist. He would be forced to have children with Madeleine.

He needed another drink.

Madeleine watched in silence as he hastily gulped his third glass. She wasn't insulted. After all, she knew the type of loyalty Liam had. His devotion to a woman who had shamed him was admirable, if not foolish in her mind. It boded well though for their own future that she could trust him.

She decided she could be magnanimous in their current situation.

"If Riley did remain with the Beaumont's," she added, "I will gladly turn a blind eye to you making her your mistress."

Liam nearly choked on his whiskey.

She rolled her eyes over that reaction.

"I understand how much you care for her."

"I love her." He stated.

"Be that as it may," her voice was tight with conviction, "we are the ones getting married."

Liam set his empty glass down. Why was she hounding him about this?

"Now, we need to kiss at least once so it won't be as awkward as it will be if done for the first time in front of others."

Her frown firmed on her lips. "My mother is the type to demand such demonstrations of love."

When Liam still remained away from her, she reminded him that her irreverent parent would be the first to throw a party for their engagement.

Seeing no way out of this nor getting a chance for peace, Liam returned to her and took her in his arms. Before he could think too much about it, he captured her lips in a kiss.

It felt wrong. Madeleine's body was stiff as she forced her lips to ease under his. He didn't even try to deepen it. What was the point? She wasn't even remotely interested in him physically. He couldn't even use her to help him in his loneliness.

That thought made him jerk away from Madeleine. He couldn't believe he ever considered taking advantage of another in such a despicable manner.

His eyes darted over to his empty glass. Was it the cause of such a notion?

He decided he would never drink that much again before dealing with his fiancée. It wasn't fair to her, to himself, and it certainly wasn't right to do to Riley.

Even if he was to never see her again, she was still worth being true to.

"There are other ways we can have children if forced to marry." He told her. "You need not worry about having to demonstrate your affection to me physically ever again."

Madeleine's relief didn't escape his notice.

"Very well. Thank you for discussing it with me." She walked out with her head held high.

Once the door shut, Liam buried his head on his hands. He was embarrassed and disheartened with how this night was ending. He knew he should have never let Madeleine inside, much less entertained their conversation. Look what it had done to him. It had brought Liam nothing but more pain and sadness.

He honestly wasn't sure how he could continue this life of his without Riley.

[txemrn]

Book: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Music Inspi: "Thinking of You" by Katy Perry

Word Count: 1230 (+/-)

Warning: mature situations, a curse word or two; a smidge of both angst & fluff

A/N: I am participating in this week's @wackydrabbles prompt #125: "I've never seen one that big." It will be bold in the text. Also, I couldn't finish 2021 without at least doing one more Royal Roulette 'challenge' (put music on shuffle, find inspiration from first song that pops up), and this has been hanging out with me since the Spring.

A/N 2: This is a rewrite of Savannah Walker's wedding. BIG thanks to our sweet friend, cheerleader, and inspiration-giver @kat-tia801 for pre-reading! These characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

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A gentle breeze of the cool night charms the warm summer air. Fireflies pirouette effortlessly with a dazzling sea of silver stars against a midnight Texas sky. The twinkling of lights cast a romantic ambiance to the closing of a dreamy, hill country ceremony.

She sits alone on a decorative hay bale; her wedding guests remain entertained in her absence by the live music and beer. Combing her auburn fringe out of her deep, gray eyes, she finishes a Lone Star longneck, tossing the bottle at her feet. She picks petals off of wildflowers as flashes of gold chained to her finger remind her of her recent nuptials.

Savannah Beaumont. She used to daydream in school, signing her name with his. She even practiced the surname attached with their future children's names. But, now that she has taken the name as her own, she can’t help but wonder: was he the right one?

She stands after hearing the familiar country baseline reverberating through the dance floor. The sultry twang of the steel strings causes her to slowly sashay her hips. For a moment, she savors the beat, allowing her mind to drain of every anxiety, allowing the inhibitions of her multiple cold brews overcome her senses.

Suddenly, a voice clears behind her, followed by an all-too-familiar foreign accent: "May I have this dance?" She lets out a joyous giggle. She straightens out the skirt to her white dress before reaching for his extended hand.

"Of course, your majesty," she nods, smiling brightly as he twirls her into an endearing embrace. The pair instantly fall into a two-step, matching the other couples swirling around them as a romantic fiddle charms their movements. “Look at you!” She gasps, “You remember--”

“Of course, I remember,” Liam chuckles under his breath, “how could I possibly forget? You used to beg me to dance on rainy summer days, especially to that song, goodness, that one song--” a pensive look floods his chiseled face, his eyes darting into the distance, “--forgive me.” He begins to handsomely hum in his deep baritone voice part of the country ballad’s chorus until he remembers some of the lyrics. “--the smile on your face let’s me know, um, something--” he titters, his cheeks warming into a blush.

Savannah snickers, watching her good friend relive the sweet memory of their childhood. “I didn’t realize I was dancing with Keith Whitley," she jokes, sticking her tongue out through her teeth.

They continue to float across the hardwood dance floor in content silence. Liam twirls the bride occasionally under his towering arm, eliciting innocent laughter from the friends.

Liam pulls Savannah closer. "There's nothing more beautiful than a woman in love," he whispers in her ear, squeezing her hand lovingly. "Your smile," he grins adoringly at her, "I've never seen one that big."

"Li--" her eyes glisten as she blushes. Her face slightly falls, seeing the loving conviction in his eyes. "Thank you," she sighs. She looks across the room, watching her groom share a cigar with other family and friends. Her gaze instantly meets the longing-look in his eyes. "I know our love story isn't typical--" her tender whisper hitches in her chest as she tears away from the stare, "--but it's my favorite."

Liam senses the sudden tremble in Savannah's demeanor. "Are you alright, Sav? Maybe we should sit--?" He drops his arm to guide her from the floor only to be excused by the wave of her own hand.

"No," she feigns a smile, lightly tittering. "I guess that last drink snuck up on me."

Assured that she was okay, Liam looks up, nodding at the decorated man approaching the friends. "Ahh. Here's what you need: this handsome chap to take over."

A brief curiosity paints across Savannah's face as a tender hand she knows intimately glides across her lower back. She eagerly twirls around, meeting his stormy gaze. And she beams.

It was him, her knight in shining armor, the one her soul longs hungrily for, the man of her dreams. Even in the business of the stressful wedding day, he was her calm in the storm.

"There's the beautiful bride," he chuckles, "may I cut in?"

Savannah bites her bottom lip, entranced by his voice, by his smile, by his touch. She coyly nods, offering her hands. He pulls her into a tight embrace before he begins swaying his hips in perfect time with hers.

"Savannah," he rests his chin against her temple, whispering tenderly into her ear. "You are breathtaking. I knew it before today, but--" he abruptly chokes up with his remarks. He quickly nuzzles his nose in her hair. "--as I watched you walk down the aisle--"

Savannah's eyes flutter shut, cherishing the moment on such a special day. He continues softly reciting sweet sentiments to her, ones that she will always treasure.

She rests her head on his chest. Savoring the bright, citrusy tones of his cologne, memories flash before her eyes of the day he found her. Feeling his arms strongly around her reminds her of the day she knew he was the perfect father for Bartie. He's so attentive, always ensuring that she was never in need, even if it meant the detriment of his own home. And how can she forget his charm? His handsome physique? His humor?

Now in this moment in her heart of hearts, she knows: he is the one. She is Mrs. Beaumont. It took quite a bit of time for her to arrive at this place, but at least she is finally honest with him on the day of the wedding.

The precious moment carries them away as if they are dancing amongst a sea of stars in a galaxy of their own, far away from nosy nobles, far away from prying eyes. The music dissipates; the incessant chatter falls away. But, the sound of their hearts beating melt them together as their souls intertwine.

Savannah looks to the love of her life, his smoldering attention already diving into the depths of her eyes. Getting lost in him, she feels the magnetism between them burning swiftly, their thirst for one another growing powerfully. Unable to hold back, she is met by the pressure of his hungry pout on her lips. But, it doesn't feel like any other kiss; it's like learning to breathe again as he serves as the only air she needs.

He strokes her cheeks gently as he deepens the kiss. Their feet have stopped dancing as their tongues take over the delicate steps.

Suddenly, it becomes painfully apparent they are not alone when a violent hush crashes over the partygoers. The music breaks mid-song as dancers excuse themselves from the vicinity. Beer bottles crash into pieces, dropping violently to the ground.

Savannah opens her eyes. And freezes. She feels eyes on her, but they aren't doting and adoring. She can hear whispers, but they aren't positive and encouraging.

They were no longer in their private universe, just the two of them, alone.

And yet, they are still kissing.

"Sav!" An abrupt smash of a crystal tumbler interjects the awkward stillness of the reception as Drake storms towards his sister. "What in the actual fuck do you think you're doing?"

Savannah quickly pulls her mouth off of Maxwell, but her eyes are instantly met with the steely grays of Bertrand.

Her groom.

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The Royal Romance Masterlist 3/4

Ⓜ️ = Adult Content/18+ 🔥 = NSFW/18+ Only

August 2023

Week Ending August 26, 2023:

Baking Memories | Liam Rhys, Constantine Rhys - @kristinamae093

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rhys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 16: The Steer Ⓜ️

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Series) | Bertrand Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 3: Olivia's Ballroom

Mosquito | Maxwell Beaumont x MC - @chocopeppermintcake

The Royal Heir's Royal Romance | Drake Walker x MC, Royal Heir x OC - @whatisreggieshortfor

...Sometimes Not (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 8: Turn a Blind Eye

Through Hell & Back (Series) | Olivia Nevrakis x Anton Severus - @queenmiarys Part 1: First Impressions

Turning the Page (Series) | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Ⓜ️

Week Ending August 19, 2023:

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 15: Stacey

The Dark Kingdom (Series) | Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 4: Home Ⓜ️

Envy | LIam Rys x MC - @queenmiarys

Laws End (Series) - @angelasscribbles Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 4 Ⓜ️

Savage Love (Series) | Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 34: Plans and Declarations Ⓜ️🔥

TRR AU Drabble | Liam Rys x MC - @lilyoffandoms

TRR Drabble | Drake Walker x F!OC - @lilyoffandoms

TRR Drabble 2 | Drake Walker x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Week Ending August 12, 2023:

Best Kept Secrest (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 16: I'll Take the Fall Ⓜ️

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 14: Applewood

Cake | Drake Walker x F!OC - @persephone13

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (Series) | Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 2

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) | Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 17

Ghosted (Series) | Liam Rys x MC - @kristinamae093 Chapter 7: The Apple Banquet Ⓜ️

Marabelle (Series) | Liam Rys x MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 6 Ⓜ️

Royal Love (Series) | Eleanor x M!OC - @eadanga Part 14

Week Ending August 5, 2023:

Cinderfella's Aventures in Cordonia (Series) | Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 16

The Dark Kingdom (Series) | - @angelasscribbles Chapter 1: Escape Ⓜ️ Chapter 2: The Dark Lord | Liam Rys x MC Ⓜ️ Chapter 3: Reprieve Ⓜ️

Dead in the Water | Liam Rys x MC - @dcbbw Ⓜ️

The DeFacto Queen (Series) | Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC -@angelasscribbles Chapter 4: Are We Okay? Ⓜ️

(Less Than) Noble Intentions: I've Been Waiting for You Comic 🎨 | Drake Walker x F!OC - art by @rosefuckinggenius fic by @karahalloway

Sleepless in New York: Sparks Fly Comic 🎨 | Drake Walker x F!OC art by @blueberryarts18 fic by @karahalloway

... Sometimes Not (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 7: Hard to Go Back

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It's just polyester but you like her better

Eli Moskowitz x Demetri Alexpolous

Heather by Conan Gray

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Eli shivered when the cold wind brush past him , he was not expecting the waether to be cold sk he didn't bring a coat nor a sweater . Shutting his locker shut and went in search of Demetri.

He found the pale boy rummaging through his messy locker and muttering to himself. It brought a smile to his face just by seeing his Demetri antics .

Wait! He meant Demetri, Not his Demetri because they were just friends and he didn't belong to him or anyone.

"What are you looking for?, Narnia?." He teases the guy .

"My notebook with the blue cover with funny puns plastered in the back." Demetri threw him a side glance soon enough gave up with a long sigh and threw his arms up.

"Are we still on for tonight ?, Parent's will be out and we will have the night to ourselves ." , He added minor details ignoring the way his heart jump at the thought of spending time with Dem.

He shivered once again catching the attention of the boy.

"Dude put something on before you catch a cold."

"I didn't think today was going to be that cold so i left my sweater at home and i lend my spare to Miguel yesterday ." He huffed at his stupid choice.

"Here." Said Demetri with his hand holding a sweater making Eli stare dumbly at it in suprise.He reached and grabbed seeing Dem's raise brow .

Without thinking to hard he puts it on. It smells like him . A mix of the laundry detergent, that Demetri mom uses for her son sensitive skin , and something resembling like the ocean .

"Thanks man." He says smiling feeling a bit shy.

"No problem. It looks better on you." Demetri looks at him with a look he can't explain making him feel warm.

So warm that he starts to blush. Was Demetri flirting ? Should he flirt back?.

"Thanks." He says dumbly making them both smile and he can now see how he wasn't the only one blushing.

"Hey babe, Walk me to class ." Yasmine popped out of nowhere bursting their bubble. Her attention was zeroed on her phone .

"Yeah , Um see you later Eli." Demetri eyes flicker to him and the blonde with a face expression like he was caught doing something bad.

He waved goodbye and watch them leave feeling stupid thinking Demetri was flirting with him . The guy only has eyes for her .

Looking down at the soft warm sweater and debated for a hard second if he should ditch it but went against it .

Because Deemetri gave it to him. Might be just a sweater but it something from him and he can settle for that . Or can he?

[spinwrites]

youth

Danny Phantom drabble. Featuring Spectra.

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“Perhaps it was a test. You said she loves you, but experience can sharpen a woman’s fangs.” Under the white light of the office, her crow’s-feet deepened as she smiled with a little teeth. She pitched her voice soft and low, sympathetic. “Did she have any lovers before you?”

“No,” muttered her patient. “No. Kitty’s– I’m the only one, ever since before we... we, uh...”

“Crashed in your motorcycle accident?”

“Jeez, lady, don’t say it like that.” Johnny slunk back into the couch, blonde hair curtaining his eyes. It did not shield the storm of emotions brewing in his head.

“It’s like ripping off a band-aid,” she replied, savoring her breath. “You two haven’t been dead long, have you?”

“What? How’d you know?”

“You seemed unsure when I brought up your deaths. That’s typically a sign of a young ghost.”

Pale eyes turned to her, set in a gaunt face scarred with acne from a past life. “Do I really look, uh, inexperienced?”

“We’ve all been there at some point,” she soothed. Was it just her, or was the sagginess in her cheeks smoothening, tightening? Desire broiled hot and ravenous in her stomach, compelling her to take a leap, to land the final blow. This child had to be a repeat customer, he had to. “It’s alright if you are, dear,” she murmured, dipping into a croon, “and it’s alright if Kitty doesn’t like that. It just means you two must work past it. That’s the first step towards overcoming an uncertain relationship, even if the two of you are dead!”

The session ended too soon. “Shall we bring your girlfriend for our next appointment?” she asked, and her smile broadened when he agreed.

When he stepped out of her lair, the air of insecurity left with him, as if a warm blanket had been stolen from a body in winter. Spectra shivered. Pulling out a pocket mirror from her skirt, she patted her skin and frowned.

“He barely made a dent,” Bertrand said from behind her.

The mirror snapped closed. “Finally slunk out of your hole, haven’t you?”

“No need to hiss at me,” he said. She didn’t have to turn around to see the smirk splitting his face. “As you’ve said, we gotta rip off the band-aid.”

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Written: 17 May 2020 | DannyMay 2020 Day 11, Doctor

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The Loss (Part 1 of 3)

If you asked Bertrand Baudelaire about his life pre-training he’d simply smile one of his easy smiles and shrug his shoulders.

“I don’t remember much.” Was his standard answer. And then he’d move the conversation along to something else more cheery, or focused on a task at hand.

It appeared mysterious, maybe elusive. Some thought he couldn’t dwell on it because it was painful, or he held his cards close to his chest.

The truth was he didn’t in fact remember very much. For many years Bert felt like his childhood was a blank spot in his memory and life didn’t really start until V.F.D days. In fact, he’d almost convinced himself of it despite knowing for a fact that he’d been adopted before his days with the Volunteers. They weren’t his first adoptive family.

The Baudelaires were.

And he’d watched two sets of his families die before the age of ten.

The acting troupe had settled their caravans and tents for the night. Bert had secured the rigging, and grinned as he joined Beatrice by the buggy.

“You look pleased with yourself.” She remarked, tucking stray strands behind her ears. “Did it finally work?” Bea was actually referring to an (ingenious) invention of Bert’s that set up multiple tents at once while he focused on the caravans, cutting set up and pack up times by half.

“Yes.” His grin widened, as if it were possible, “It worked. No fires, no smoke, and no tent rips.” She’d had to teach him how to sew the tents back together before Madame Mesputin had noticed anything. “So they did end up deciding to go into town?”

“Of course. Where there’s a boozey bar there’s Alan.”

“And you waited for me?”

She shrugged, acting nonchalant. Bert didn’t pick up on the slight reddening around her ears.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He hopped in and she drove them into town.

The streets were crowded, despite the festivities of the county fair only scheduled to be starting the day after. Slightly buzzed from their troupe’s liquid lubrication, Bert was finding everything rather more interesting than normal.

“Bertrand... you do realise you’re smelling a plastic flower?” Beatrice snorted, tugging on his sleeve. “Come on.”

But it was then, as they were walking back to her buggy that it hit him. The smell... Pulling away from her, Bert raced up the street, following the scent. A doughy pastry, covered in cinnamon sugar. He stood in front of the stall, frozen, and a sense of dread filled him making him want to scream.

Finally catching up to him, Bea’s face became one of confusion and then alarm. “Bert?”

The warm fulfilling scent of hot pastry covered with cinnamon and sugar filled the air. In the tiny province of Miano the celebration for Santa Lucia was only just beginning. Although most of the customs hailed back to a time before Christianity hit the island, they had been overrun by attempts to squash the native practices and integrated into the ‘new religion’s’ traditions. Miano spoke a few languages - the traditional tribal tongues which were dying out, Dutch, Spanish, English, and a newer tongue called ‘Malay’. Right now, though, the celebration was close to being cancelled due to the raging winds and rain.

“Give it to me. Give it to me!” Dark hair, wide eyes, grabby hands. The five year old was struggling to reach his father’s height and take the pastry away. “Papa!”

“Patience!” He retorted with a snort, “Go wait with your sister and mother at home. I’ll be there shortly.” He shooed the youngster out of the store. “If you can’t be patient and help I can’t have you here.”

Put out, Nicolas tried waiting for his father outside the door. But he quickly grew cold and hurried home, feeling that perhaps if he was there time would go faster and he would soon have the taste of sweetness in his mouth.

At home, his mother had almost finished cleaning and his older sister, Violeta, was hiding underneath the table.

“Shhh, if she sees you she’ll make you wash down the walls!”

“Violeta! I can hear you!”

Nicolas quickly stood to attention. His mother was the local school teacher, formidable but genuinely loving. Right now, she was more authoritative than anything, hair tied back in an old rag scarf and slightly dirt covered. “There will be no treats tonight if I hear any more talk from you, young lady.

“Don’t be too hard on our flower.” Papa was home and not a minute too soon. “Everyone is saying there’s a storm coming. Best close all the windows up.” He kissed her, then Nicolas, and bent under the table to kiss Violeta too. In his straw bag sat the pastries, filling Nicolas’ nose and making his stomach growl.

“Bert!” He was being shaken. Coming to, he looked at her and then the warm pastry in his hand.

“Are you paying for that? Or shall I call the police? I want no trouble but you theatre folk are always the rough type.”

Beatrice was obviously gearing up for a response. Quickly, he shook his head and reached into his pocket. Paying for the pastry, he walked away in a daze until he found a bench and sat on it. Bea sat beside him and there was a terrifying stillness despite the warm night air and delightful scent.

“I’ve never seen you like this.” There was a worry in her voice that upon any other occasion Bert would have been slightly happy to hear. Not because he wanted to worry her, but because it was a sign she cared enough to worry.

Right now though, he couldn’t bring himself to answer. Instead, he bit into the pastry for something to do. And immediately regretted it.

The winds had worsened. Howling outside their small house, Nicolas felt for the first time that perhaps it wasn’t as strong as he’d always thought it to be. His sister nudged him, reminding him of their after dinner treat that was lying untouched. But he wasn’t sure his heart was in it anymore. After another stern look from Violeta, however, he picked it up and took a large bite.

“Good little one?” His father smiled from the door, one arm around his very worried looking mother.

And then the world went crazy. Half his house smashed in from above, water filled every crevice. His vision went dark and he was struggling to swim and breath, grabbing onto what was left of his table and using it to float. The water took him away from his home, not that he could see anyone anyway. Shivering and trying to stay afloat, the impact of another surge of water made him gasp for breath.

Turning to the side, he puked his guts out, pastry discarded.

“Bert?” Alarmed, Bea rubbed his back, “Do you need water? There’s a local doctor-”

“No. I’m fine.” Gripping the seat for dear life, Bertrand struggled to find words. “I remembered something. That’s all.” He got unsteadily to his feet. “We need to go back to camp. Where’s your car?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He replied firmly.

The ride back was uncomfortably quiet. And as soon as they were there, Bertrand departed for his caravan without a word. For over an hour Beatrice debated whether he’d snap at her if she visited, even if it was unlike him. What she’d witnessed was so unusual it begged the question did she really know him? And what was possible in this state of mind?

But finally she could bear it no longer. He was her closest friend here, no matter what other feelings may have been developing, and right now he needed someone to look out for him. She was the only one who knew who he really was. And when he opened the door to her she was glad for her decision. Bert was as white as a ghost, eyes puffy, hand bloodied.

Wordlessly, she pushed in and grabbed his medical kit. There were no questions, but she disinfected his hand and bandaged it before cleaning up the broken shards of a shaving mirror. Then she took his shirt off him, putting it in his laundry bag. Ignoring her inner voice and focusing on the task at hand, she cleaned his face with a warm cloth and gentle touch, and any remaining dried blood, before pulling up the sheets to his bed and indicating for him to get in. He did so. She tucked him in and then lay down beside him on top of the covers.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she whispered, “Get some rest.”

She awoke the next morning to the smell of eggs and orange juice. On Bert’s small table sat two plates of eggs, toast, and two glasses of orange juice.

Beatrice joined him, brushing her hair to the side with her fingers. They stared at each other before she made the first move and sipped from her cup.

"I remembered something.”

“I know.”

“About my parents deaths.”

Slowly, Beatrice lowered the cup. Her tone was careful, neutral, as she spoke next. “You mean the fire?” The infamous Baudelaire fire in their winter home, where Bertrand had been discovered alive in the underground cellar.

“No. My other parents.”

Silence. Bea cleared her throat.

“Other parents?”

“The Baudelaires... I’m adopted, Beatrice. They adopted me when I was six. I wasn’t even born here. I was found under a pile of wood after a tidal wave wiped out my entire town, including my parents and sister. Practically everyone I knew died. And then this explorer brought me back here to his ‘exotic orphanage’ and the Baudelaires adopted me.” His voice cracked. “It was like... my brain put this all in a box and I couldn’t touch it. And suddenly this smell, this food, brings it out into the open and forces me--”

And Beatrice is on him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing the side of his head. She didn’t say ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I didn’t know’ or ‘I wish I could stop this devastating pain from overtaking you’. No. Beatrice had dealt with loss before and while hers had been more staggered than Bertrand’s childhood despair, she knew there were no simple words that could help that break in your heart. So instead she held him until she heard him whisper to her. 

“Our food’s getting cold.” 

“Not my fault you made me breakfast before I even woke up.”

It wasn’t until years later, as they were expecting their first child, that Bertrand lay in bed with her, tracing patterns on her skin, that he told her all that he could remember. About his father’s job at a local tavern. Or his mother teaching he and his sister to write. Or Violeta and him building toys out of clay. Or even his first name, Nicolas. But it was on that day, in a small troupe caravan, that Beatrice saw another layer of Bert-- a boy who lost his family and buried it away so he could keep on living. And yet, still, he grew to be a loving sweet brave individual that was always there for anyone who needed him.