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tessa-liam · 2 years ago
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Marabelle
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Marabelle 
-4- The Beaumont Bash 
Book: Choices – The Royal Romance, an AU series 
Series Premise: An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobles, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret? 
Catch up: Masterlist 
Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) 
Other Pairing: Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC) 
                           Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson 
All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Sophia Taylor, Bethany Beaumont, Melanie Smithson, Tyler Gregson (Liam’s assistant), Elena (dress shop attendant) 
Rating: M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language. Not Beta’d: Please excuse all errors. 
Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 
Words: 2173
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-4- The Beaumont Bash 
Chapter Summary: Sophie prepares for her first Beaumont Bash and is introduced to Bertrand’s love interest/Drake’s sister/future ally, Savannah Walker. 
Music Inspiration: Just the Way You Are, Bruno Mars 
   Love Story, Taylor Swift 
 A/N1: This is my submission for Choices April Challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge @lovealexhunt @aprilchallenge prompts, love is in the air, dinner, flower crown #april challenge 
A/N2: This is my submission for @choicesflashfics Week#30, Prompt3-  “That’s how the story goes.” 
A/N3: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the US: is Barthelemy Beaumont’s 2nd wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) was Bertrand’s mother. 
A/N4: Social Season in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in balls, dinner parties and charity events. 
A/N5: Thank you @peonierose for the inspirational quote!
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Cordonian Capital...
It was a cloudy Tuesday morning in the Capital, which meant it was a good day to spend shopping. Keeping her promise to take her niece to the shopping district, Bethany smiled watching Sophie's excitement as the driver turned the Escalade SUV into the parking lot of an upscale formal wear boutique and parked alongside the floor to ceiling display window. 
“Duchess Bethany, good morning,” the elegant shop owner walked up to Sophie’s aunt in greeting as they entered the building. “This must be Lady Sophia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  
Gazing at the display mannequins, Sophie turned and smiled, greeting the well-dressed woman. 
“Hello, good morning; your dresses are gorgeous!” 
“Thank you, I have taken the liberty of pre-selecting a sampling of the latest trending styles for you and placed them in the dressing room. My assistant is at your service this morning for whatever you need. I am sure that you will find the perfect dress for the occasion.”  
A petite woman appeared alongside a Sophie. “Please follow me, my lady,” the shop tailer smiled. “My name is Elena.” 
*** 
After trying on several styles and colors, the dress she fell in love with was a deep burgundy red, an A-line V-neck asymmetrical satin dress. 
Standing on the pedestal inside the dressing room of the boutique, Sophie looked at her reflection in the three-way full length mirror, critically. 
“Auntie, I found my dress! What do you think?” 
Sophie took a selfie and sent it off to Daniel for his opinion. 
“Oh, my dear, it’s lovely! That color flatters your complexion and hair color perfectly.” 
“It is a pleasure fitting such a lovely figure...ahhh to be young again.” Elena tittered as she handed her a pair of gold heels to try. 
“Lady Sophia, these stilettos will give you some added height.”   
‘I feel like Cinderella!’ Sophie thought to herself as she slipped on the heels and stood up straight. Sending another picture to her best friend, she made sure to include the shoes. 
Sophie’s phone instantly pinged with Daniel’s return message:  
‘Girl, look at your killer legs! GET IT! đŸ”„đŸ”„đŸ”„â€™Â 
Sophie giggled at his response, texting back, ‘OK, OK, don’t hold anything back, nowđŸ«ĄđŸ˜!'
Sophie clicked off her phone before reading Daniel's reply, 'can't wait to see you this weekend! 😘 '
*** 
The Beaumont Estate...
Maxwell browsed through the endless list of Netflix movies on his phone, looking for a movie line-up for tonight’s viewing. Tonight, being a Tuesday, was the weekly ‘Maxwell Movie Marathon’. Max was excited to introduce his cousin to her inaugural movie night, complete with New York style deep dish pizza and his infamous ‘Beaumont Brew’. 
“Hey Maxxy,” Savannah Walker walked into the theatre room giving her friend a hug.  
“Hi, Sav. What do you think of these movies for tonight?” 
Glancing at his phone, “Oooooo, I love ‘Dirty Dancing’! Are you sure your brother will approve?”  
Maxwell gave her a lopsided grin, “I’ve been telling him about my plans since my cousin arrived. You should have seen how much fun we had watching ‘Titanic’ together last Tuesday night.” 
Savannah, Drake’s little sister, has a crush on Bertrand, still unbeknownst to Bertrand. Maxwell knew, however. 
“Well, you are my guest tonight, so I will let you pick the second movie.” 
Without hesitating, “‘Pretty Woman’”, Savannah announced. 
“Ha, I see where you are going with that,” Maxwell cheekily replied. 
She laughed as she pulled out a chair next to Maxwell, who had taken a seat on the sofa.  
“You know what your brother is like. If he sees it being played out before him, he will see for himself, and then he will realize, 'that's how the story goes.’ Or at the very least, I hope so.” 
Maxwell looked at Savannah, shaking his head. "Ahhh, 'love is in the air.' You are getting desperate Sav. I hope he gets the hint....maybe you should wear a flower crown.” 
"Ha ha, Maxxy!" Savannah sighed, shaking her head.
*** 
Sophie walked through the estate doors, returning with her aunt, after spending the day shopping. Feeling the excitement building up within her, she went up the grand staircase quickly, turned to the right and sprinted to her bedroom, depositing her parcels on top of her bed. 
After putting away her new shoes, and hanging the garment bag into her walk-in closet, Sophie looked at the gift she selected for Liam. The Swarovski crystal paperweight, with a gold inlay, was a miniature statue of liberty. Sophie thought back to the conversation she shared with him the day she was introduced to Marabelle. Liam was fascinated with the fact that Sophie had visited the monument many times. Even though the prince had visited New York City a handful of times, his advisors dictated that visiting the tourist attraction was a safety risk. With his security detail constantly ghosting his movements, this symbol of freedom was elusive for him.  
Similar to Liam, Sophie shared a love of history and described her visits to the statue and to Ellis Island. Liam was entranced with her insights and her knowledge of the backstory and meaning of the monument. 
The gold inlay was engraved with the inscription, ‘your breath of freedom.’ A moniker, Liam gave to Sophie that day. 
*** 
Walking into the theatre room, the smell of pizza wafting through the air, Sophie spotted Maxwell sitting comfortably on the sofa. He waved her over to sit beside him, handing her a tall cocktail glass of a blue liquid. 
“Okay, Max, I give up.” 
Sophie smirked at her cousin, taking a whiff of the drink. 
“Ohhh, this smells so good. What’s in it?” 
“Rum, vodka, blue curacao, pineapple juice, lime juice and ice.” 
“Don’t forget your secret ingredient.” Savannah giggled. 
“Hence. Secret. Ingredient!” Maxwell retorted. 
“Hi, it’s Sophie, right?” Savannah smiled at Sophie, and swatted Maxwell. 
As Maxwell feigned an injury, his eyes went wide when he realized that he didn’t introduce his cousin. 
“Yeah, Maxwell!” Sophie extended her hand in greeting and then poked Maxwell in the ribs. 
“What would Bertrand think?” Sophie teased. 
“I am certainly not impressed Maxwell.” Bertrand huffed and walked past his brother sitting on the wingback across from the sofa. 
Maxwell felt his cheeks redden. “What’s wrong with me?” Maxwell asked. “I’m always nice to people.” 
“You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?” Sophie raised an eyebrow. 
“Yes, yes I am.” Maxwell challenged his brother, staring him down. 
Savannah stood up and motioned to Sophie to come with her to get pizza. 
“Yes, I am starving, good idea.” Sophie stood up to also get pizza with Savannah. 
“Wait! You didn’t select the movie you want to watch, Soph.” Maxwell bounded up following Sophie to the pizza.  
“Umm, let’s see...I know! “How about...’The Conjuring’?” Sophie answered. 
“Ooaa, scary! Love it!” Maxwell pulled out his phone to add it to the movie queue. 
*** 
After the first movie ended, Savannah moved over to sit beside Sophie and grabbed a handful of jelly beans from the candy bowl. 
“So how did you like the first movie?”  
Sophie smiled. “Honestly? I have seen it now for the fourth time.” Savannah laughed, “for me, it’s the third time; I really wish they had that type of dance in the clubs here in Cordonia.” 
“Savannah is originally from Texas and is still getting used to the slower pace of courtly life here.” Maxwell sighed. 
“Really, now I am curious. What should I expect at the Bash on Saturday?” Sophie looked puzzled at Savannah and Maxwell. 
“It’s a pretty informal event, but there’s also going to be formal dancing after dinner. It’s a tradition here, especially with both princes attending.” Maxwell explained. 
“Prince Leo has a reputation for being a bit of a ladies' man, even though he is betrothed to Madeleine. So, I imagine you might see some interesting things happening.” Savannah added. 
“Interesting how?” Sophie wondered aloud. 
“Well, the last time he attended, one of the guests was Princess Marguerite. She was dressed in a very revealing outfit, and Prince Leo was seen dancing with her quite a few times throughout the evening,” Savannah explained. 
“Madeleine was livid and threw her drink in his face.” Maxwell chuckled. 
“It is very unbecoming to gossip about members of court.” Bertrand interjected. “Sophia, don’t let these comments discolor your opinion of the noble life here in Cordonia.” 
Changing the subject, Savannah asked, “What types of music do you like to dance to, Sophie?” 
“Oh, I love dancing! But I never went to any clubs; only at parties or school events.” 
“What types of music will be played after dinner this Saturday?” 
“Mostly current pop music with the exception of the first dance. That is the one dance you can count on to be played by the orchestra. The Cordonian Waltz.” 
“It’s a tradition for the King to dance with the senior noble of the house to open the dance floor for the guests.” 
“For this Beaumont Bash, Crown Prince Leo will dance with my mother,” Maxwell added. 
“Which reminds me, Sophie, I need to teach you how to dance this waltz.” 
“Me? Why me?” Sophie challenged her cousin. 
Without giving anything away to Sophie about Saturday and the planned surprise birthday celebration, he explained, “just in case you are asked to dance by Prince Liam.” 
*** 
As the evening winded down, Savannah prepared to go home.  
“Hey Savvy,” Sophie called out to her new friend.  
“Can I ask you something?” 
“Sure,” Savannah smiled. 
“Do you have any advice for me about how to fix my hair for the Bash?” 
“Why are you asking me this? I mean, you have such beautiful hair!” 
“Yeah, well...I was thinking of wearing a half up-do and I need someone to help me pin it. Auntie Beth will be busy preparing for the dinner.” 
“I would love to, I will get Drake to drop me off here an hour early on Saturday.” 
*** 
It was the evening of the Beaumont Bash and Sophie was brushing her long, auburn hair. Sophie stared at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom vanity. 
Savannah was coming upstairs to help with her hair in a few minutes, and she had just finished applying her makeup. 
‘Okay, Soph... tonight is the Bash...why are you so nervous?’ 
After dabbing her perfume on her neck and wrists, she slid the gold upper arm bracelet cuff into place, followed by her mother’s gold locket necklace around her neck.  
Savannah knocked lightly on her bedroom door and opened it slowly. 
“Are you ready for me?” 
“Almost, come in, Savannah,” Sophie called. 
***
Bertrand walked toward Sophie as she stepped off the grand staircase.
Taking her hand, he moved her toward the ornate double doors of the ballroom.
"Are you ready, my dear?"
Taking a deep breath Sophie replied, "yes".
Offering his arm, she slipped her hand around his arm and together they moved forward.
"Presenting his grace, Duke Bertrand Beaumont of Ramsford escorting Lady Sophia Taylor of House Beaumont."
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potionsprefect · 2 years ago
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Time With The Twins
Victoria spends a day with Luke and Lily
For @aprilchallenge “breakfast” and “bubbles”
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Just some wholesome Luke and Lily content to brighten up your day â˜ș
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aprilchallenge · 2 years ago
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Fics of the Week
Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Jane Fletcher
Common Ground 🌾 @inlocusmads
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish
Crash - Part 1 🌾 @jerzwriter
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Cassie Valentine (F!MC)
Breaking News 🌾 @liaromancewriter
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Meera Bose
Love Again 🌾 @headoverheelsforramsey
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Tatum Erikson-Ramsey
The Easter Magic 🌾 @txemrn
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley
Unspoken 🌾 @storyofmychoices
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey McTavish
Learning Curve 🌾 @jerzwriter
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A Carrick Family Easter 🌾 @jerzwriter
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee
Sweet Reaction: An Ethan and Kaycee Easter fic 🌾 @jerzwriter
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Cassie Valentine
Begin Again 🌾 @liaromancewriter
TRR
Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Sleepless in New York: Chapter 9 - Edge of the Night 🌾 @karahalloway - mature
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Happy Easter 🌾 @theartoflovingthomashunt
Artwork / Edits:
Open Heart
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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke
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Viva Las Vegas 🌾 @peonierose
Featuring: Sadie Oakley
Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #26 🌾 @peonyblossom
Featuring: Sadie Oakley
Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #27 🌾 @peonyblossom
Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Casey McTavish and Aurora Emery
Enchanted 🌾 @jerzwriter
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Meera Bose
Wrong Number 🌾 @headoverheelsforramsey
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Homecoming 🌾 @jerzwriter
Featuring: Olivia Hadley
Sunshine Pediatrics 🌾 @storyofmychoices
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Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC); Cassie Valentine (F!MC); OH Gang
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littleragondin · 8 months ago
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15 Day BL Challenge
Sooo... I decided to do @negrowhat's 15 days BL challenge, because it sounds fun and I like looking back on what I watch. The full challenge can be found here! Disclaimer, I am not good at picking only one favorite of anything, so every day is going to be a selection (and an excuse for me to babble about the things I love ❀❀).
☆*:.ïœĄ. Day 1 - Fave OG actor pairing .ïœĄ.:*☆
A little unsure where we draw the line for OG, year-wise, so I will go pre-2019 (sorry OhmFluke my most beloved u.u).
So, truth be told, in most of the OG Thai pairing, my love is unbalanced and I have one I really like and one that leaves me more
 neutral. That said, back then, I was obsessed with Copter and Kimmon from 2Moons (2017), who seemed so effortlessly charming on screen and worked the prickly pursued senior/puppy younger student pusuer delightfully.
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But the ones that, for me, really stood the test of time (aka I am still ridiculously attached to them seven big year later) have to be Tak Woo Suk and Yeon Seung Ho from Long Time No See. I love them so much, I remember buying the show on vimeo just so I could watch it again and again in the best quality available.
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And I need an obligatory shout out to where I started, ages ago: Japanese BL movies, and especially Tokuyama Hidenori and Saito Yasuka in Ai no Kotodama.
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karahalloway · 2 years ago
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Sleepless in New York: Chapter 9 - Edge of the Night
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Series: TRR
Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.
Masterlist: Sleepless in New York
Chapter Summary: Drake locates Christian... but that doesn't mean his night's over.
Word Count: 6,600
Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, angst)
Chapter theme song:
A/N1: Apologies this took sooo long to get out! I started working on this chapter back in November, but I got stuck several times, then I went to chase the shiny butterfly that was Polo!, and then I was busy collaborating on the Mardi Gras Mayhem fic. But... after much ado, here is the (long-awaited!) chapter! Hope it meets expectations!
A/N2: A day early, but this is also my submission for the Choices April Challenge. This chapter would fall under the ‘Just want to be with you’.
Chapter 9 - Edge of the Night
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Ten minutes later, I'm standing at the St. George Ferry Terminal on Staten Island, wearing a standard-issue NYPD leather jacket (courtesy of O'Sullivan), scanning the disembarking passengers, on the lookout for Chris.
I chew the inside of my mouth nervously as I feel my foot tap against the polished concrete floor.
Time is everything right now, and unfortunately, I don’t have much of it in the bank.
I can only hope that Hayley hasn’t had a chance to post the photo yet. Because if she has, then it’s only a matter of time before someone recognises Chris and blows up the carefully faked narrative of his whereabouts.
And then all bets are off...
Because even if we manage to make it back to Cordonia without any nasty surprises, chances are good that the paps will twist even the most innocent selfie into some kind of dig about Chris and his fitness to rule. While a snap of him getting kissed by an American girl days before the start of the social season where he is supposed to choose a wife...? There’s only one way that’s gonna end. With him smack bang in the middle of a scandal that we definitely don’t need right now.
And hence my one rule for this trip — no fuckin' photos.
Not that anyone ever listens to me...
Thankfully, I don't have to wait long. At this time of night, the ferry is basically empty and the terminal deserted.
The automatic doors in front of me whoosh open and I catch sight of Chris, holding hands with Hayley, laughing at something she'd just said.
My gut tightens.
I've never seen him happier.
But unfortunately for my best friend, this impromptu escapade's about to get shut down.
"Pleasant trip?" I ask, striding up to them.
Chris throws his head up in surprise. "Drake?"
"You're a cop?" gasps Hayley in disbelief.
I follow her gaze to the NYPD insignia patched onto the jacket's sleeve. "Heh. No. This ain't mine."
"Then how did y—?"
"Put two-and-two together?" I ask dryly, deliberately sidestepping the question she’s actually asking. "Simple maths."
Chris' shoulders drop as he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. "I guess I am rather predictable..."
"Good thing, too," I drawl. "Otherwise I'd've had to call in the cavalry, and then we'd be having a very different kind of conversation."
Hayley's widen. "The caval—? You mean the FBI? Is that what you are?"
I suppress a snort. Seriously? The second time in just as many nights? Maybe I should drop my resumé off at Quantico...
"No," I reply simply before shifting my focus back to Chris.
"I am sorry," he sighs, catching fully onto my meaning. "I didn't intend to cause a ruckus. I honestly thought we could get here and back before anyone noticed."
"You know you could've just said the word, and we would've made this happen, right?" I ask. "There was no need for you to cut and run like that."
"To be fair, this was all quite spur of the moment, wasn't it?" he admits, sneaking a glance at Hayley, who blushes in response. "We were just talking back at the club, and I happened to mention that we never got to see the Statue of Liberty this morning... To which Hayley admitted to always having wanted to take a night-time ferry tour... And all of a sudden, one thing led to another, and—"
"Yeah, I get it," I interject. "And I don't blame you for doing it. But next time, leave your phone on. Regardless of whatever kind of BS Leo tries to sell you." I fix him with a pointed look.
Chris has the good graces to flush embarrassedly. "Duly noted."
Hayley shakes her head. "But his phone was—"
"And speaking of phones..." adds O'Sullivan, strolling up with a half-eaten Boston Cream donut in his hand, "I'm going to have to ask you to hand yours over, ma'am."
Hayley's mouth drops open. "My phone?"
"Yes, ma'am," O'Sullivan affirms, popping the rest of the donut into his mouth.
"What is the meaning of this, officer?" demands Chris, moving in front of a shocked Hayley.
"Chris..." I warn in a low voice. "Back off."
He throws me a disbelieving look. "But—"
"We have reason to believe that the device contains information pertinent to a matter under investigation," O'Sullivan clarifies.
Chris reels back. "What investigation?"
"A joint investigation," comes the stone-faced reply.
Hayley's face drains of colour.
I shake my head. Christ, O'Sullivan can be a bastard when he wants to be.
But the situation can’t be helped.
There are sensitive pictures of Chris and Hayley on that device that cannot be allowed to see the light of day. And despite the fact that O'Sullivan’s skirting a very dangerous line right now, we have to sacrifice one form of privacy to protect another.
Because even though O'Sullivan’s an NYPD officer, sworn to uphold the laws of the Empire State, he’s also duty bound to look out for his principle. So, he offered to play bad cop. In part because he actually is a cop.
He turns back to Hayley. "Were you aboard the recently docked Staten Island Ferry?"
Chris heaves an exasperated sigh. "How is that—?"
O'Sullivan ignores him. "Answer the question, ma'am."
"Yes," squeaks Hayley.
"Damn it, Drake!" snaps Chris. "Do something!"
"Can't, buddy..." I inform him flatly. "Don't have jurisdiction here, remember?"
"So, you're just going to let him—?"
"Impeding a police officer from carrying out their public duties is a criminal offence," I point out, folding my arms. "So, I suggest you let the man do his job."
Chris glares at me.
But he’s gonna have to suck it up.
Because he got himself into this avoidable mess as a result of his impulsiveness and complete disregard for our standard security protocols. So, now it’s my job to clean up after him.
Regardless of how it makes him — or Hayley — feel.
"While onboard, did you take photographs with a cellular device?" continues O'Sullivan.
Hayley's basically quaking in her boots. "Yes, but—"
"And in the course of taking such photographs, did you—?"
"—but, I didn't use my phone!"
The intensity of Hayley's outburst catches everyone off guard.
I shake my head. "Then what—?"
"She used my phone," explains Chris tersely. "To take a picture of me with the Statue of Liberty in the background... so I could commemorate the once-in-a-lifetime experience."
"But she—"
"—may have taken a few additional pictures as well," admits Chris with a self-conscious smile, as his eyes finds Hayley again. "Somewhat spontaneously, I'll admit, but—"
"None on hers?" I press.
Chris lifts his eyes to mine steadfastly. "No. Her phone stayed in her purse the whole time. So, whatever it is that you are accusing her of, she did at my behest and therefore should be relieved of any and all responsibility."
I feel the tension in my shoulders unwind slightly. Some goddamn common sense, at last!
But Chris isn’t off the hook yet...
"Did you share any pictures with her?" I ask.
"He tried," Hayley admits. "But for some reason, there was no signal on the ferry."
I let out an explosive breath. Thank Christ for that signal jammer!
Never thought I'd actually be thanking Leo for anything. But here we are...
Hayley is still glaring at us. "Well, aren't you going to ask to see his phone, then? Seeing as you're so concerned about... whatever it is that you're concerned about?"
I glance at Chris. She's got a point...
He pulls out his phone with a nod of acknowledgment, knowing we have to continue playing this game for the sake of his cover. "Here you are, officer."
Taking it, O'Sullivan makes a bit of a show of flipping through Chris' camera roll before handing the device back. "Thank you, sir. Looks like we got bad intel. None of the images contain anything pertinent to our investigation." He throws me a dirty look.
I shrug. Shit happens.
But the important thing is that we’re in the clear... and my ass is no longer on the line.
"So... that's it? asks Hayley cautiously. "We're free to go?"
"Not quite," I admit, meeting Chris' eye.
He drops his gaze in resignation before turning to Hayley. "As delightful as this spontaneous outing has been, I am afraid we must call it a night."
Her mouth falls open. "Just like that?"
"Unfortunately so," he confirms, lifting her hand gently to his lips. "But believe me when I say that you made my night, Hayley."
A blush rises to her cheeks. "I don't know about that..."
"Truly," he asserts, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. "I am forever grateful..."
"Jesus, I'm about to get diabetes..." huffs O'Sullivan under his breath.
I elbow him in the ribs.
"...and as a small token of my appreciation, I hope you would allow us to escort you home," finishes Chris with a meaningful look in my direction.
I can't help but scoff. Well played, buddy. Well played.
But I guess I owe him one after gatecrashing his date the way I have. And let's face it — we can’t exactly leave the girl stranded on the wrong side of the Hudson without a safe way to get home. So, we might as well kill two birds with one stone.
"Sure," I concede. "She can ride back with us."
"In your drea—"
O'Sullivan grunts as I nail him in the side again.
"Oh, you really don't have t—" demurs Hayley.
"But I want to," insists Chris, turning the full force of his emerald gaze on her.
She wilts under his sincerity with a blush. "Well, in that case..."
"What the hell, Walker?" hisses O'Sullivan under his breath as Chris offers his arm to Hayley to lead her from the ferry terminal. "Finding your missing prince is one thing, but you can't just go around handing out free rides to civilians like—"
"Trust me," I reply quietly, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I'll make it worth your while."
He snorts. "I already paid for the donuts."
"This is a bit more substantial than some Dunkin's," I assure him.
"Better be," he declares. "Kerosene ain't cheap, Lieutenant."
I throw my head up. "You've done your homework."
"What can I say?" he shrugs with a smirk. "I'm good at my job."
"And if you've read my file," I reply, recovering quickly, "you'll know that I am too."
"Seeing is believing, Walker," O'Sullivan reminds me as we exit the terminal hot on Chris and Hayley's heels.
I roll my eyes. "Hardass..."
But, I can understand his scepticism. This is the first time the two of us have officially worked together, and in this job, trust doesn’t come easy, or cheap.
So, I’m gonna let his attitude slide.
Hayley stumbles to a stop in front of us. "Why is there a—?"
"Had to get here somehow..."
Her jaw drops as she turns to gape at me. "So, you flew in a helicopter?"
"Faster than swimming," I tell her with a shrug.
Hayley stares at me like I was insane.
"And it's not waiting for stragglers, so if you want a lift, you'd better move it," prompts O'Sullivan, striding past her towards the idling chopper.
"Hold on. He's coming with us?" asks Hayley in disbelief.
"It's his bird," I shout over the roar of the rotor blades. "So, yeah."
"His—?" Her eyes widen. "Wait. Are you guys... arresting us?"
I fix her with a pointed look. "See any handcuffs?"
"Then why are we getting into a helicopter with a cop!" she demands, stubbornly throwing the breaks on a few feet from the aircraft.
"Because he's doing us a favour," I explain with a sigh. "So if you—"
"No!" she protests. "Not until you tell me who the hell you are! Because if you're not cops and you're not FBI then—"
Chris steps assuringly up to her. "Hayley. There is nothing nefarious underfoot. I promise. We are simply—"
"Diplomats," I interject quickly, not 100% confident that Chris won't choose this moment to come clean about who he really is. "From Europe."
"Diplomats?" queries Hayley, eyeing the two of us uncertainly.
"Here on an unofficial, turn-and-burn visit," I confirm. It’s basically the truth. The best lies always are.
"Unofficial?" she frowns. "You mean secret?"
"You make it sound much more suspenseful than it in fact is," chuckles Chris, holding a hand out to help her into the ‘copter.
"But we are trying to keep a low profile," I remind them.
She mulls over our responses. "So, that cop—?"
"Doing us a favour, like I said."
"What's the holdup, boys?" shouts O'Sullivan from the cockpit.
"Nothing!" I holler back over my shoulder as Hayley finally climbs in...
...while simultaneously throwing a hand out to intercept Chris as he's about to follow suit.
He meets my eye quizzically.
"Not with that kit in your pocket, buddy," I tell him. "I've had more than enough excitement for one night."
His brows furrow. "Isn't it just—?"
"It can down the chopper," I reply flatly, holding out my hand.
Chris pales. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he quickly palms me the signal jammer without further protest.
Killing the power to the device, I pocket it and hop in after Chris.
"'Bout time, Walker," observes O'Sullivan dryly as I pull the door closed.
Securing the hatch, I flick my middle finger 'round, giving O'Sullivan the go to take off while simultaneously flipping him off.
He throws his head back with a laugh as he relays the instructions to Hendricks.
The pilot revs the throttle, and we start to lift into the air.
Dropping into the seat across from Chris, I pull the seatbelt on as I fire off a quick text to Schweitzer to let him know that we were inbound back to the hotel. Stowing the device, I pull the headset on just in time to hear Hayley's gasp over the intercom.
Glancing up, I see her latched onto Chris, eyeing the rapid retreat of the terra firma with a confused mix of emotions on her face.
Chris's voice crackles over the intercom. "Exciting, isn't it?"
She swallows hard, tightening her hold on his arm. "You... you could say that..."
His face clouds with concern. "Do you... suffer from acrophobia by any chance?"
"W-what?" she stammers, glancing back at him nervously.
"Acrophobia," he repeats. "Fear of heights."
She shakes her head. "I... I've just never flown before."
"Ah," nods Chris in understanding. "Some trepidation is perfectly understandable, then. But, as someone who has been flying since infancy, I can assure you that it is quite safe."
"Promise?"
"Solemnly," he assures her, covering her hand in his. "I wouldn't dream of putting you in harm's way. And, if it helps at all, you are welcome to focus your attention on me."
I scoff under my breath as Hayley lifts her gaze to Chris' like clockwork.
Guy’s slicker'n a greased pig on ice...
But I can’t really blame him. It’s his last shot at freedom before the start of the season, so he’s entitled to bring his A-game...
...even if his play had cost me mine.
I give myself a mental kick.
Quit it, you ass.
This is Chris' time. Not mine.
And I’m not gonna let some misplaced sense of resentment fuck up what’s left of this trip.
Especially since I only have myself to blame.
For dragging my feet around Gale. For second-guessing myself... and her. And for letting myself fall for her in the first place.
I heave a breath as I stare out of the cockpit.
I fucked up. Big time.
Don't get hooked.
That’s my number one rule.
Because I have no time and zero interest in anything resembling a serious relationship. It’s too distracting, too much work and I probably wouldn't be able to sustain it anyway. At least not without a level of disclosure that’s way higher than what I’m prepared to give after just a handful of dates. And even then there’s no guarantee that all the late nights, erratic schedules and constant jet-setting won’t drive a massive wedge between whatever promises we make to each other.
Hell, this life literally destroyed my family.
Yet, here I am, despite everything, wishing it’s Harper that I’m sat next to right now, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine, smelling the honey scent of her hair as we whip over the city.
Would she be clutching my hand nervously, like Hayley is Chris'? Or would she be pressed up against the window, hazel-green eyes sparkling with excitement as she sought out each famous landmark? Or would she be on my lap, taking me for a very different kind of ride 2,000 feet over the city, the view outside forgotten?
I swallow a groan as I shift uncomfortably in the hard seat.
Christ, I’m in trouble...
Not only had I torpedoed my own rules like a bull in a china shop, but I've decided that it'd be a great fuckin’ idea to fall for a girl who lives literally on the other side of the world, and who I have no chance of ever seeing again.
Because the social season is starting in a few short days, and it’s going to eat up literally all of my time. In part because the season’s a mess of high-profile public engagements across disparate venues around the country, and in part because Chris is now the Heir Apparent and that means that I’m going to have to be even more on the ball when it comes to security arrangements.
So, there’s no way in hell that — even if I want to — I’m going to be able to hop back over the Pond and find Gale, much less spend any kind of meaningful time with her.
And I want to. Desperately. Beyond the fact that I have an incurable itch in my pants from having failed to close the deal.
Because no girl has ever had such a lightning bolt effect on me. And I can’t ignore the lodestone-like attraction that went beyond anything I've ever felt before.
But life obviously has a malicious sense of humour when it comes to throwing curve balls, because short of giving Bast — and Chris — the finger and resigning, I literally have no cards to play.
And I’m not gonna leave my brother or my commanding officer (who’s also my uncle in all but name) in the lurch during one of the busiest periods of the royal calendar, just so I can chase after a girl who may or may not actually want to see me again.
Especially after the way I walked out on her earlier...
I shake my head morosely as we begin our descent onto the hotel roof.
There’s no two ways about it. Because regardless of what’s happened — and didn't — I’m going to have to accept that I've been dealt a shit hand and the only available option is to cut my losses and fold.
Because me and her? Not gonna happen. On any level.
So, if I’m to have any hope of extricating myself from this irrational infatuation that I've inadvertently thrown myself into, I know that I’m just gonna have to pretend that the past two nights never happened...
...and maybe that way I can salvage some semblance of sanity before I lose my mind completely.
The chopper touches down.
Yanking my headset and seatbelt off, I immediately set about throwing the door open and helping Chris and Hayley disembark.
Because if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I have two options for pulling myself out of my ass: getting physical, or getting shit-faced drunk. And since alcohol’s not a possibility right now — at least not until Chris is safely back in his hotel room and the door has been locked for the night — I’m going to have to keep moving and keep myself busy.
"Get her inside," I shout to Chris. "I'll be over in a sec."
With a nod, he wraps his arm around Hayley to help shield her from the worst of the down draft as he begins leading her towards the hotel-access door on the other side of the roof.
Turning back towards the chopper, I yell up O'Sullivan, "Thanks for the assist!"
"Any time, Lieutenant," he winks back at me as I shrug out of the loaner jacket. "You Cordonians sure know how to make a guy's night interesting!"
"Yeah," I scoff, tossing the heavy leather up to him. "A little too interesting..."
"Beats sitting at a desk all night," he grins, deftly snapping the jacket out of the air... until his expression changes as he clocks the added weight. "You leave your Tic-Tac's in here, or something, Walker?"
"Nope," I reply. "That lil' keepsake's for you, Deputy Inspector."
O'Sullivan frowns as he reaches into the inner-left pocket... and blanches as he pulls out the signal jammer. "You've got to be shitting me!"
I catch his eye with a level look. “Told you I'd make this trip worth your while..."
"Yeah, when you said that, I thought you were talking about a case of Bud, or something," he admits dryly, inspecting the jammer. Looking back up, he adds, "You realise this isn't some rookie tech off Amazon, right?"
I nod. "It's why I figured you'd want it off the streets."
Leo'd probably filched it from the Guard armoury, the sneaky bastard. Which means it’s military-grade and has no place in a civilian setting.
O'Sullivan chuckles. "You figured right. This bad boy could've landed your Prince Charming with a hefty fine... or some serious jail time if he'd been caught with it."
"Trust me, I know," I grunt. "But at least this way you have a plausible story for commandeering the chopper."
"Not to mention a shit load of paperwork," he grumbles with a sour look. But I can see that he's not that begrudging of the situation.
"Yeah, well," I shrug, "no pain, no gain, O'Sullivan. And speaking of, I should get going before Chris blows up all our hard work by disappearing again."
"No sweat, Walker," grins O'Sullivan. "Like I said, it's been interesting."
"Glad to’ve been of service," I smirk in reply as I yank the chopper door closed again.
From behind the cockpit window, O'Sullivan lifts two fingers to his forehead in a mock salute before turning back Hendricks.
As the rotors start to pick up speed again, I quickly vacate the landing circle. Loping across the roof, I catch up with Chris and Hayley just before the stairwell door slams shut behind them.
"Everything alright?" queries Chris as the motion-sensitive lights flicker on overhead in the tight space.
"Yup," I confirm, quickly moving to the front. I’m not expecting any nasty surprises on our way down, but you can never be too careful. "Just had to square a few lose ends."
"What happened to your shirt?" exclaims Hayley, suddenly catching sight of my bare chest.
"Functional breakdown," I mutter, yanking the wayward front panels together as I start making my way down the steps.
"He means it ripped," clarifies Chris wryly in response to Hayley's confused silence.
"Yeah, I can see that, but—"
"It ain't important," I cut in gruffly, picking up the pace.
It’s bad enough that I can’t get Gale out of my head. I don’t need the remnants of my unfulfilled night with her turning into a conversation piece.
Because the last thing I feel like doing — after everything that’s gone wrong tonight — is talking. About any of it. As it sure as hell isn’t gonna change anything, and it’s definitely not anyone’s business but mine and Gale's.
Reaching the landing, I divert towards the nondescript door that’s our gateway back into the hotel proper. Cracking it open, I do a quick visual sweep for potential threats before opening it more fully to let Chris and Hayley through as well.
Hayley frowns as she surveys our surroundings. "You brought us to... a gym?"
"It's the fastest way to the elevators," I tell her, striding past the glass-encased room that houses the top-of-the-line fitness equipment. "Unless you want to tackle a dozen flight of stairs in those heels?"
"No, thanks."
"Yeah. Didn't think so."
"Is he always so grumpy?" whispers Hayley to Chris... loud enough for me to hear.
"Only on Thursdays and Fridays," replies Chris in equally (un)hushed tones.
Hayley snorts in response.
I feel my jaw clench.
But we’re two yards from the elevators and the end of this fucked up night.
So, I don't let myself rise to the needling, and focus instead on the task at hand, which is making sure that Chris got back to his room without incident.
Arriving at the metal doors, I press the button to call the lift. One arrives almost instantaneously and we file in, Chris and Hayley trying and failing to hide their conspiratorial sniggers as they cast me sidelong glances.
I roll my eyes, but otherwise remain silent.
Just have to drop Chris off, and then escort Hayley down to the lobby and into a cab.
Then I’m done.
Luckily, the well-greased elevator ride is mercifully short, and we arrive on our booked-out floor within seconds.
The doors ping open.
I open my mouth...
...but Chris is faster.
"Could I tempt you with a nightcap?" he asks Hayley, extending his hand hopefully down towards the end of the hallway. "My room has quite an impressive selection of refreshments."
"Sounds like being a diplomat comes with perks," she observes with a smile.
"Absolutely," agrees Chris, placing a hand in the small of her back to guide her towards his room. “Especially when you have a beautiful companion to share them with.”
I slam my mouth shut as I step out of the lift after them.
So much for that plan...
Chris obviously isn’t ready to call it a night. But who can blame him? He has a hot girl hanging on his every word and gesture, who just agreed to come back to his hotel room. He'd be a fool not to take full advantage of the opportunity.
And honestly? With the way they’re looking at each other, I'll be surprised if they even made it to the mini bar (let alone to the bed) before they jump each other like a pair of horny jackrabbits...
...Christ knew Gale and I hadn't.
I shake my head. 
Put a sock in it, Walker!
Yanking my phone out of my pocket to distract myself from the relentlessly graphic memories, I send a quick sit-rep to Schweitzer to let him know that we've made it safely back to the hotel, and everyone can finally unclench their sphincters.
That said, I have no idea what Leo, Max and Tariq are up to
 or where the hell they even are. But they’re not my priority. If they got themselves lost, locked up, or killed, that’s their problem. Not mine.
I've had enough of running around the greater New York metropolitan area for one night, praying and hoping while chasing down partial leads and best-guesses. And I’m not gettin' paid to stress about nobody but Chris, so everyone else can fall down an open man-hole and break their neck for all I care.
I’m fuckin' done with this night.
"Care to join us?"
Chris’ voice jars me from my thoughts. Glancing up, I can see him standing in the doorway of the Carnegie Suite, looking at me expectantly.
"Huh?"
"For a drink," he clarifies, no doubt catching the dumbass expression on my face. "Seeing as I ended up pulling you away from... whatever you were doing—" his gaze flicks pointedly to the ripped buttons of my shirt, "—I feel I should offer you at least some recompense. Even if it is just a late-night libation."
"Nah," I say with a shake of my head, slotting my phone away. "I'm beat. I'm calling it a night."
"Well, if you change your mind..."
I scoff. "Trust me, I won't. You don't need me crashing that particular party."
I nod my chin towards the inside of the room where Hayley is already in the process of shrugging out of her sparkly jacket as she stands silhouetted by the glow emanating from the Manhattan nightscape behind her.
Chris glances briefly over his shoulder with a wry grin. "No, I suppose not. Rain check?"
"Rain check," I agree, bumping my fist against his. "On the condition your ass stays in that room 'til departure time. And you don’t take or share any photos with her. Including the ones from the ferry. Otherwise you'll be owing me a helluva lot more than a fancy, overpriced drink.”
Chris cracks a laugh as he pulls the door around. "Duly noted! 'Night, mate! I owe you one!”
"Damn right you do!”I reply with a smirk, pulling my own keycard out. "Play safe."
"I always do," winks Chris, reaching around to slip the 'Do Not Disturb' placard onto the door handle.
A low exhale escapes me as the door — at last — clicks softly closed.
Christ, what a clusterfuck...!
Had I known that this day’s going to devolve into a never-abating conflagration of wildfires, I'd've probably got myself hammered before breakfast.
Because getting though the past 24 hours even partially sober has tested every one of my nerves. And given the fact that I've gotten basically no sleep the night before, I’m near about past going.
Which is probably why I can’t think one straight thought without tripping over Gale.
I clench my eyes shut. Definitely time to clock out...
Opening my eye, I slide the keycard into the reader with a chirp. Pushing the door handle down, I step into the darkened room.
Not bothering with the lights — given that the curtains were still open and the background glare of the nearby buildings provided plenty of illumination — I punt the door shut behind me, and head straight for the mini bar.
I may have turned down Chris's offer for a late-night drink, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna crash out sober. If anything, after the way this trip has snowballed into the definition of 'fucked up beyond all recognition', I’m in half a mind to straight up kill my liver...
...I just don’t want to do it while playing awkward third-wheel in the other room.
Arriving at the fridge, I yank the door open and survey the cop-out offerings of water, soda, beer and champagne.
I heave a breath. Well, ain’t nobody getting drunk off of this shit...
Still. It’s better than nothing.
Grabbing two bottles of beer out — because no way am I touching the champagne... even if it's Krug; the last thing I need right now on top of everything else is a motherfuckin' migraine — I pop the cap off one and take a hard swallow.
The cool malt hits the back of my throat, and I chug the rest of it down greedily, suddenly realising how parched I am.
Dropping the empty bottle back on the bar top, I’m reaching for the second when I catch sight of my reflection in the large mirror sitting behind the shelving in front of me.
Sweet Jesus, I look like death warmed up...
My hair looks like it's been chewed up and spat out by a yak, my skin’s ashen, my eyes tired and bloodshot, and I have a large, blueish welt on my jaw from where Tattoos had decked me, in addition to the claw marks that the asshole’s girlfriend left on my face.
I pull a face as I untwist the second cap.
I haven’t looked this much like buzzard bait since the literal beating I received during — and after — the one and only polo match I ever subjected myself to.
And it was clear that — just like then — I’m in desperate need of a shower.
Draining the second beer, I quickly draw the curtains before resignedly turning back the way I'd come.
Dropping my keycard into the holder on the wall to turn the lights on, I kick my boots off by the door and trudge into the bathroom.
Grabbing some towels, I throw them onto the floor and shove the faucet of the glass-panelled shower onto the hottest setting.
While waiting for the water to warm up, I bend down to pull off the ankle holsters that held the Sig P365 and tactical knife that I never go anywhere without.
Placing them carefully on the vanity, so they remained within reach, I proceed to strip off the rest of my clothes. The ruined shirt ends up on the floor, followed by the clang of my belt buckle as my jeans and boxers hit the ground.
Pulling my socks off and throwing them on top of the pile, I step into the now rapidly rising steam. A low hiss escapes me as the scalding water hits my chest. But rather than flinching away, or turning the temperature down, I lean into the spray, letting the hot water beat down onto me, like a hammer on an anvil, working the tension out of my muscles.
I have no clue how long I stand there for, head hanging down, hands braced against the wall, just soaking.
But eventually, I force myself to blink my eyes open. Because the hour’s already late, and even though I can probably stay under the spray all night, I know I need to catch some shut eye before the inevitable morning scramble to get everyone back home in time for the Masquerade Ball.
So, reaching for the travel-sized bottle of three-in-one wash that I brought with me, I proceed to lather myself from head to toe. Once done, I rinse myself off, letting the water pummel me for a few more minutes before reluctantly turning the spray off.
Unfurling one of the towels, I drop it on the marble floor so I can step out of the shower without breaking my neck. Grabbing the other towel, I run it over myself to get the worst of the moisture off before wrapping it around my waist.
Moving over to the vanity, I lift a hand to wipe the condensation off the oversized mirror and note that the hot soak has managed to bring some colour back to my face... albeit at the expense of my bruise, which has grown more pronounced as a result of the prolonged heat treatment.
Oh, well. Shit happens...
It's not like I’m a stranger to bruises. Growing up, I collected plenty of them from all the stupid shit I got up to, climbing up rickety ladders, falling out of trees, off my bike, not to mention off horses that were unquestionably too big for me.
And the hits only intensified as I got older and tried my hand at pretty much every type of sport imaginable — most of them in the contact category. Soccer, basketball, rugby, water polo, judo... I've done it all. Including American football, which Dad had begun indoctrinating me into since before I could even walk, and which I actually got a chance to play at uni as a running back.
So, a black-and-blue shiner on my face isn’t gonna faze me.
Badge of a battle well-fought, Dad always used to say.
Plus it's not like I’m reliant on my looks to get me through life. I’m not constantly in the limelight, being forced to present some kind of idealised image to the world. That’s Chris' lot. Not mine.
Thank fuck...
Though if I actually want to be able to eat anything tomorrow that’s more substantial than a milkshake, I probably should ice the bastarding thing down.
I feel a wry smirk pull at my mouth as I reach for my wash bag. 
That bottle of Krug might get a lease on life, after all...
Quickly brushing and flossing my teeth — wincing a bit at the growing tightness in my jaw — I gather up my discarded clothes (as well as my holsters) and make my way back into the room.
Placing the weapons on the bedside table — contrary to what pop culture may have you believe, it ain't a good idea to sleep with a loaded gun beneath your pillow — along with my phone and wallet, I set about sorting out my threads.
A quick once-over reveals that after all the literal running around I ended up doing, the jeans probably could do with a wash. But I only brought the one pair, so they’re going to have to do for tomorrow. The socks and boxers are unquestionably dead, so I roll them up to stow away in my duffle.
That leaves the shirt.
Grabbing either end of the split yolk, I bring the busted button-down up to eye-level to determine it's fate.
All in all, four buttons are missing, so the damage isn’t as bad as I—
From beneath the lingering hum of stale sweat, old leather and jet fuel, I suddenly catch a whiff of her honey-camomile scent, soft and sweet, like a half-remembered dream... and I nearly choke.
Goddammit...
I launch the cotton across the room with a growl of frustration.
As much as I like the shirt — it’s one of the few dressier ones that I own — there’s no way I’m gonna be able to salvage it.
Because even if it hadn't still smelled like her, the mere sight of it had been enough to throw me back into that cramped apartment... and the litany of missed opportunities that had preceded it.
And, even if I do fix it back up, I'll never be able to wear the damn thing without a stark reminder of the cold, hard fact that that's all Gale is now — a memory.
So, the sooner I burn it, the better.
Along with the shirt.
But, since I don’t have a blowtorch with me — and, in any event, setting fire to the highly flammable material in the hotel room would definitely cause a building-wide evacuation — I’m going to have to make do with simply stuffing the rag in the trash.
Heaving a beleaguered breath, I force myself to march around to the other side of the bed and pick up the shirt again. Balling it up, I dump it in the bin next to the desk.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Dropping the towel from my waist, I shuffle over to my duffle to stow my dirty clothes away and grab a fresh pair of boxers out.
Pulling the underwear on, I do a final sweep of the room before hitting the lights, grabbing the Krug to serve as an impromptu ice pack, and crawl beneath the cool sheets.
But instead of passing out as soon as my head hits the pillow, I find myself lying awake, staring into the darkness.
...fuck's sake.
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paladin-panoply-of-pax · 9 months ago
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“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.
Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.
These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”
from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’
—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015
One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.
Mind how you go.
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aprilchallenge · 2 years ago
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@choicesmonthlychallenge Thank you so much for the shoutout đŸ˜đŸ„°â€ïž
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Choices March Challenge
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. Smile and enjoy the little things today.
This month's prompts were inspired by things that make us smile. Thank you to those of you who submitted ideas! I hope you can use them to create something that brings you joy this month.
This month is a little different, I am not assigning prompts to a single day. Use any of them throughout the month just tag @choicesmonthlychallenge and list the prompt you're using.
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reasonsforhope · 2 months ago
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"Abortion will again be legal in North Dakota after a state court ruled yesterday [September 12, 2024] that the state’s near-total abortion ban is unconstitutional. The case challenging the ban was brought by the Center for Reproductive Rights and its partners on behalf of a North Dakota abortion provider and its physicians.
Abortion has been illegal in North Dakota since April 2023, when the ban took effect.   
“This is a win for reproductive freedom, and means it is now much safer to be pregnant in North Dakota,” says Meetra Mehdizadeh, staff attorney at the Center. “Hospitals and doctors no longer have their hands tied and can provide abortions to patients with complications.” 
According to the ruling, North Dakota’s abortion ban violates the state constitution due to its narrow and vague exceptions and because the ban violates the right to reproductive autonomy.  
The opinion by Judge Bruce Romanickstated, “The North Dakota Constitution guarantees each individual, including women, the fundamental right to make medical judgments affecting his or her bodily integrity, health, and autonomy, in consultation with a chosen health care provider free from government interference. This section necessarily and more specifically protects a woman’s right to procreative autonomy—including to seek and obtain a pre-viability abortion.”
[Note: In a delicious irony, this is probably one of the state constitutional amendments that passed as a "right to healthcare choice" in an effort to gut Obamacare. Whoops! Backfired! Source)
Tammi Kromenaker, Director of Red River Women’s Clinic, a plaintiff in the case, said, “Today’s decision gives me hope. I feel like the court heard us when we raised our voices against a law that not only ran counter to our state constitution but was too vague for physicians to interpret and which prevented them from providing the high-quality care that our communities are entitled to.” 
“Abortion is lifesaving health care; it should not be a crime. I look forward to a new future in North Dakota and hope our lawmakers will finally give up on their crusade to force pregnancy on people against their will,” added Kromenaker. 
The abortion ban will be enjoined in the coming days and the ruling is likely to be appealed...
The Center is currently litigating several more cases seeking to clarify the “medical emergency” exceptions under state abortion bans and to broaden the circumstances in which physicians can provide abortions. The cases were brought on behalf of physicians and dozens of women denied abortion care despite facing dangerous and severe pregnancy complications. Read about those medical exceptions cases here."
-via Center for Reproductive Rights, September 13, 2024
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artist-ellen · 8 months ago
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Young Rhaenyra
It's happening! At least a year after Season 1 is relevant I'm finally starting the House of the Dragon series. Like before I'm probably going to just do the ladies, men's fashion in the show has it's weird moments but it isn't my field of interest/expertise so I'll burn out pretty fast if I have to draw that many pants.
We're starting from the beginning with Rhaenyra's yellow dress. The idea of the dress is fine... but the choice of fabric and finishings really undercut her status and character. Supposedly there was a fabric shortage when the show was starting which affected the costuming decisions but I am going to have opinions on how the final product looks. It's understandable for example if a student ran into technical difficulties, but it doesn't mean a lower quality end result wouldn't affect their grade. Anyway there are a LOT of costumes in the series that bewilder me. Especially with the amount of costumes that resemble Spirit Halloween purchases, the fabric often looks too thin or cheap, the appliqués are sometimes painful... and the world-building through clothing makes no sense (watch Sumalee Eaton on clock app for a professional's review with more detail).
Speaking of world building one of the reasons I put this design challenge off for so long was that in my first ASOIAF redesigns I referenced clothing and fashion across different time periods. So when HotD is set ~200 years before ASOIAF... the answer of when/what to base things off of gets real complicated. While keeping up with the reactions to HotD as it aired I came across Sumalee Eaton’s review of the costumes and they recommended that the show lean into its Byzantine inspiration. Every once in the a while the show will have a costume that references a sort of kokoshnik or mantle...but then sabotages itself with either unlined fabric or some haute couture thing.
This is getting too ramble-y, sorry. This is her yellow dress if it leaned into Byzantine fashion, if it reveled in the wealth of the Targaryens with gems and jewelry that are worn with their everyday wear. It's casual, the shape feels appropriately young and unserious but royal all the same. (And before anyone worries this is not an April fools joke, I really am doing a Season 1 redesign series)
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drvscarlett · 8 months ago
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Let Him Cook pt5
Charles Leclerc x MasterChef! reader
A/N: I'm really so happy with all the love that you have given to this fic. I enjoy writing about it, let me know if you have any blurbs or scenarios that you wanna see. This series will continue on and on
Let Him Cook Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
taglist: @bookstore-of-dreams @barcelonaloverf1life @ririyulife @minseok-smaus @mehrmonga @sltwins @charlesgirl16 @six-call @spideybv28 @casperlikej @weekendlusting @janeholt3 @evie-119 @leilanixx @randomgirlnumber-13 @itsjustkhaos
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"As you all know by now, Charles is planning to launch his own ice cream store"you started talking to the camera "And you know what funny story, he didn't even tell me"
Charles, who was by your side, was laughing like a hyena. He actually wanted it to be discovered on the the first day of April so everyone might think its a prank but then he will announce that he is very serious about it. It was an elaborate prank on top of prank. However, the news sites got a hold of it earlier.
"That's another story time. We have to get down to business" Charles reeled the topic back to the video that you two are making.
"Okay so in order to test Charlie's knowledge about ice cream, I have here ice creams that I made myself" you explained.
In front of the two of you were 10 paper cups. They have been covered on top so that Charles won't get a hint about the color.
"So my main task is to identify what's the flavor of the ice cream"Charles confirms "Easy"
"I made some unconventional flavors to throw you off" you informed him.
You can't help but giggle as you remember how you made some weird flavors for the ice cream. But hey, this was supposed to be a challenge to see if Charles' taste buds are working so it doesn't necessarily have to be a delicious ice cream.
"Okay, I am ready to scream for ice cream"
The first five cups were easy peasy. It's common flavors such as chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream, caramel, and pistachio.
"I'm good at this mon amour"
Charles is pretty confident now. Time to throw the curveballs.
"I'm excited for you to try this"you excitedly give him the cup.
Since Charles is blindfolded as he does this challenge, the first thing he does is smell it. He is usually confident upon spelling but the frown lines forming on his face suggest that he might be confused about the flavor profile.
"This feels strange. I smelled this before but I can't put my name on it"Charles notes.
He takes a scoop from the cup and tasted it. It was evident to his face that he didn't enjoy this ice cream a lot.
"That's so sour, mon amour there are definitely strawberries in that"Charles complained.
"Strawberries and?"
There was a string of italian and french word from Charles as he tries his best to identify it. Finally, he had a lightbulb moment where he remembered the taste of it.
"BALSAMICO" Charles screamed "That is not a flavor I will put in my store, definitely"
Y/NCooks posted a photo.
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Y/NCooks turns out Charles is pretty good with his taste buds. Watch me test Charles with his ice cream skills [link]
User1 Atleast we know that Charles is committed to being an ice cream man
User2 Charles_Leclerc you should definitely try the bourbon and corn flakes in the menu
User 3 Highly agree, I would love to try that User4 were all acting like were so close to milan. Babes we live across the world.
LandoNorris do you have some plain ice cream left for me
Y/NCooks i have some but its good to try other flavors every now and then Lan LandoNorris mmm, i'll try that black sesame one. that seems like a good flavor Y/NCooks brilliant. message me when i can see you Charles_Leclerc im amazed how Y/N managed to convince you of different food choices
MasterChefAU is this Charles' entry to master chef blind taste test challenge?
Charles_Leclerc MasterChef Monaco soon??? User4 I'm laughing at the number of sidequest Charles has. SIR you are an f1 driver!!!
Charles the baker
Charles_Leclerc posted a photo.
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Charles_Leclerc okay i did all the measurements right. WHY DID THEY EXPAND
User1 I can hear Charles screaming with the caption
User2 Charles is such a mood when I try to bake things
User3 But is it edible tho?
Charles_Leclerc it is but its not as pretty User4 this is an internet highlight wherein Charles is sulking and asking the internet where he went wrong
maxverstappen1 recipe reveal?
Charles_Leclerc no ✹✹ maxverstappen1 don't want it anyways. i just wanted to know what you did so i won't end up like that User5 MAX!!!!! User6 your honor we love the lestappen crumbs
Y/NCooks honey maybe you should consider giving it some space, bread do expand when they get baked.
Charles_Leclerc they do?? Y/NCooks Yes they do. But in all honesty they look so cute, its alright honey Charles_Leclerc love you mon amour!
SebastianVettel maybe we should have a baking session one of these days, I can teach you a lot about baking breads
Charles_Leclerc sounds good, miss you already Seb User7 oh to be Charles Leclerc having the Sebastian Vettel teaching him bread and MasterChef Y/N encouraging him
tiktok pasta challenge
It was a fairly simple tiktok viral recipe and in your mind its something that Charles will be able to follow instructions with. So you set up your camera and told Charles about a cooking challenge that he has to do.
"Today's challenge, Charles will be using his listening skills. Lets see how well he listens to me"you greeted the camera "Are you ready mon amour?"
"More than ever, I look good in an apron"
You stayed behind the camera as Charles stayed in front of the kitchen counter. He was tying up his apron and grabbing your chef hat from one of the drawers.
"First of all, I need you to quarter an onion"you instructed.
Charles was immediately grabbing the onion and you immediately face palmed yourself when Charles started quartering the onion without even peeling it.
"Honey, you are supposed to peel it" you sigh
"Honey, you didn't say anything about peeling it. We have three cameras set up and editors should replay that you said quarter it and not peel it" Charles argued
You raised your hand in defeat, you should have been more clearer.
"Okay, I'm not gonna be vague. I'll make it clear"
The whole cooking went along smoothly until its time for Charles to cook the pasta. He has been heavily stressing to get the texture right this time or else it will further the allegations that he can't cook pasta.
"Calm down Charlie"
"I am very very very calm, I'm just checking" he lifted the lid for the fifth time "They have to be perfect"
"Charles is very honored to be taught by Gordon on a 1 on 1 session"you informed the camera.
The two have exchanged numbers and Charles will often ask his culinary questions to Gordon when you were not available to answer them right away. Gordon seems to enjoy the new friendship with the driver since he often send Charles link for cooking recipe to try.
"I don't wanna be an idiot sandwhich" Charles muttered, stirring the pot of pasta.
Charles got a perfect al dente to his pasta. He pulls out the baked feta and tomatoes out of the oven then mixed it with the pasta. It seems as if the dish looks pretty especially with the garnishes that Charles insisted.
"Plating is also everything"he says to the camera as he grates some lemon zest to the plate "Whatever this taste like, just remember that Y/N was instructing me so if there is anyone to blame then its Y/N"
"Way to throw me under the bus Charles"
Y/NCooks just posted a photo
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Y/NCooks The dish vs the chef. I think they are equally yummy [link]
User1 CHARLES CAN COOK!!!!
User2 alternative title charles stressing 10 minutes straight if the pasta is al dente or not
User3 The girlfriend effect on Charles is that he is now able to cook pasta
User4 I really want to try that pasta
Arthur_Leclerc i hope you never get tired of the pasta, its the only thing he will cook from now on
Charles_Leclerc i mean she loves it!!!! Y/NCooks its pretty good arthur, you should try it!! Arthur_Leclerc next family dinner? Charles_Leclerc im on it! User24 oh to be a fly at the Leclerc family dinner
User5 I think everyone ignored the caption, miss maam thirsting over her boyfriend
User6 if i was Y/N i would too Y/NCooks facts only!!! User6 Mother replied to us!!!
scuderiaferrari so charles is approved for a cooking challenge in the channel soon?
Y/NCooks he is born ready User8 kind of missed the c2 cooking challenges
everything i cooked
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here is everything that I did to celebrate Y/N's birthday. This isn't a common day, its really special so I have to run at 5 to get the flowers I ordered for her. Then next I cooked up breakfast which is some pancakes, thank you Carlos for the recipe. And then I surprised her with a little bit of breakfast in bed
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and then I started making our lunch after clearing the table. Y/N had been craving butter chicken and I purposely did not take her so I could make some at home. Its a fairly easy recipe, I just had to mix some spices, cook the onions then you have the tomato paste and then cream. thanks Gordon I owe you one. She loved it so much.
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and then I started early on the dessert for dinner. I didn't do the ladyfingers from scratch, I don't have a lot of time so yes here we are. The tiramisu is in the fridge. And then since Y/N loved the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti meatballs scene. I did my own take on it. Needless to say she loved it. So yes happy birthday once more mon amour, I love you so so much.
User10 I know we have been making fun of Charles but the man can actually cook.
User11 My boyfriend be forgetting my birthday but Charles here is slaving in the kitchen for Y/N's birthday
User12 CHARLES IS THE STANDARD!!! User14 Imagine cooking a whole breakfast, lunch, dinner, with a birthday dessert???!!! GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS
MasterChefAU Im glad to hear you are treating our girl well, happy birthday Y/NCooks
User13 OUR GIRL??!!!! Y/NCooks he is treating me well, thank you for all the greetings
Gordongram That's a beautiful dish and effort Charles!
Charles_Leclerc Thank you !!! Y/NCooks he is screaming btw Gordongram
PierreGasly when will you cook for me
CarlosSainz55 and me?? i think there is some former teammate privileges out here LewisHamilton the current teammate is also wondering SebastianVettel you boys are not Y/N. Y/N is special. Charles_Leclerc what seb said!!!
Y/NCooks one of the sweetest gesture anyone did for me. Thank you honey for making this day extra special. I don't need any five star restaurants when I have you in the kitchen.
Charles_Leclerc I love you. You deserve the world User21 Them your honor. User22 Happy Birthday Y/N, you two are excellent for each other
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mooniel · 2 months ago
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Cherik hidden gems - part 1
Here you have some nice fics with with under 10k hits!
(part 2)
Repeat Offenses by popluxe; 35k: “Prickly bits aside—hell, for the two of them, prickly bits included—it almost felt like a date. Which is stupid on multiple fronts. Grudgingly buying your ex a meal after he grudgingly bails you out of jail is obviously not a date.”
Five times Charles bailed Erik out of jail—and one time he didn’t.
Wardrobe Malfunction by Sophia_Bee; 11k : Charles Xavier, Professor Hottie, the very first mutant Bachelor has a problem. It comes in the form of his wardrobe guy, one six foot sex on legs Erik Lehsherr. Oh, and the fact that he's gay. And on The Bachelor. To find his wife.
Three Days in April by Sophia_Bee; 11k: Charles Xavier is holding the envelope with the results of his HIV test from earlier that day, to afraid to look at them, when a handsome stranger named Erik plops a drink down in front of him. Charles finds he can tell a stranger about his woes easier than he can tell his friends and family, and he and Erik embark on a journey of friendship, starting with opening the test results together.
A Weeding Planner Walks Into a Bar by 1sttimefeeling; 19k: When Raven hires Erik to be the bartender at her wedding, he becomes quickly infatuated with the wedding planner, Charles Xavier, who he thinks is her fiancé.
A Toast to the Happy Couple by TurtleTotem; 4,7k: Charles needs to get married to get his inheritance; his best friend Erik is the obvious choice. Erik's straight, but it's all pretend anyway; of course he can keep seeing other people during their sham marriage. It would be just silly for Charles to be jealous.
Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet; 20k: “Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.” “Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”
Best Ex Ever by 1sttimefeeling; 12k: Charles wakes up drunk on the pavement of a gas station, phone dead. He finds a payphone but can only remember one number. Erik Lehnsherr's. The problem? They broke up two years ago.
The Plus-One by Populuxe; 14k: When Erik grudgingly agrees to play Raven's boyfriend at her terrible family's holiday party, he'd thought the biggest challenge would be staying sober enough to make it convincing. But then he meets Raven's extremely hot—and extremely infuriating—stepbrother, and everything starts to get complicated.
Special Topics in Mutant Studies by Populuxe; 24k: The trouble with Charles Xavier isn’t just that he teaches genetics and holds terrible views about mutant rights—it’s also becoming increasingly clear that everyone but Erik seems to love him.
The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic; 20k: When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.
Here it is! Now, i plan on making a part 2 of this if anyone is interested! I wanted to make the list under 5k hits but there were some nice ones that I wanted to recommend as well that had a bit more so here we go!
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potionsprefect · 2 years ago
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Spring Flowers
Spring has arrived in Boston
For @aprilchallenge “lilacs”
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My poor Victoria still has morning sickness, luckily she has her amazing husband looking out for her
As this is lilacs I guess I can dedicate this to my favourite Lilac too lol, Lilac Allende @jamespotterthefirst
Tagging in reblog
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aprilchallenge · 2 years ago
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Just a quick PSA
The list for the fics of the week will be up later today. Due to personal issues I wasn’t able to post it sooner. Hope you guys understand.
Thank you for everyone who goes out of their way to create and write something beautiful for all of us to enjoy 💚
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jolalibrary · 3 months ago
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hello!
things are going to be changing a little around here and I just wanted put it out there so I don’t have to keep mulling it over.
one, for the now, at the very least, all of MY writing will be posted to AO3. This includes Let Us Pretend, With No Strings Attached and One Shots. I will (where I remember) post a link in the masterlist here and do an announcement post to let you know a new thing is up. but, it might not be the same day I actually publish it live.
two, this blog will continue to exist, and still be about PPCU (and any other odd fandoms I fall into). it’ll be the same just minus the writing, it’ll have my fun thoughts, polls, ask games, pretties and gifs, you can still ask about my writing/fics, it’s just that the writing will have a home somewhere else. and this blog will also be home to challenges (like the April showers one) with a new one coming soon (hopefully).
now, i could list all of the reasons as to why I made this choice, but honestly? I don’t really want to share them here. anyone who knows how things have been for me, will hopefully understand.
but I will say, this is what I need to do. it will mean I can interact in this fandom space (and be a part of the fun) while also writing in a way that feels good for me.
now, I’ll preface this by saying it might not be forever, but it is for the now. I might change my mind on all fronts. and while I’ve struggled and forced myself to keep going on here as I was before, it’s not sustainable to do so and something had to budge.
this change will come into effect from today.
thanks, jo đŸ«‘
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aprilchallenge · 2 years ago
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Signal boost for this beautiful appreciation week 💙
All creations / fics are welcome 😍
Welcome to our second edition of King Liam Appreciation Week! We begin TOMORROW!!
We have two themes for Day 1: Character Appreciation and Throwback!
Character Appreciation is pretty simple - this is your space to show your love for Liam as a person, as an individual, to explore the different facets of his personality!! Let us know which Liam you have chosen out of the three customizations and what you like most about him. Think of what his interests and dislikes, what makes him happy, how he expresses himself. Basically - what is Liam like away from the throne and Crown?
Throwback is your space to share old pieces you've made on Liam, and if you'd like to...you can even take us through the process of creating this content! Tell us what it was about Liam that inspired your piece, and any interesting stories you may have about your process đŸ€“ If you'd like some guidance, here is a Throwback questionnaire you can try out!
Any content is welcome - fanfic, fanart, edits, moodboards, interactive media, meta, headcanons, screenshots...even simple posts about what you love about him! The theme itself is meant only to be an inspiration for your content - it isn't essential that you can only deliver your theme-based content on that particular day. If you're putting it up later, you can always tag it with the day you intended it for (#KLAW Day 1, #KLAW Day 2)
Be sure to keep in mind the following when you post:
1. Write #kingliamappreciationweek and #KLAW in the tags to make it easier for us to find your content! Make sure you tag the day you meant the content for too (#KLAW Day 1, #KLAW Day 2).
2. Tag @kingliamappreciationweek, as well as co-hosts @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 in your posts so we don't miss them!
Fan content blogs have been essential in getting the word out about our events, and we are always happy showing our love for them. A lot of exciting events and challenges are coming up this month and we encourage you to participate in some of them if you can!
@choicesficwriterscreations - Primarily fanfic, but have recently begun to accept text-fics and storytelling edits. Check out their roster here and their new rules for text fics and edits here.
@choicesmonthlychallenge and @aprilchallenge - Any and all content welcome! Check out their prompts for April!
@choicesflashfics - Primarily fics under 2500 words. Here are their guidelines and they will be posting new prompts soon!
@choicesholidays - Any and all content welcome, as long as it focuses on the theme! Here is a list of the holidays for this month - this time it is spring themed!
@choicesprompts - Any and all content welcome. Currently there are no themes, but they will announce soon.
@choicespride - Any and all content welcome, as long as it focuses on LGBTQ+ characters and themes. From April 23rd to May 5th, they will be running the Aromantic Celebration Week...do check that out!
@drake-walker-appreciation and @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation - Check out these appreciation blogs as well! World Whiskey Day may be coming up towards the end of May.
Looking forward to seeing all your pieces tomorrow!!
Happy King Liam Appreciation Week, everyone!!!
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starglow-xx · 5 months ago
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star's blue lock fic recs!
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below the links are my own personal notes with a short plot blurb! a heart means it’s one of my personal faves! (but actually i just love all these fics so, so much)
im a heavy isagi simp so rn it's basically all him oops but i'll eventually add my fave fics for other characters too hehe
want more fic recs? see fic rec master list post here! all fic masterlists will be updated randomly!
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✧.* Challenge Accepted : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are a star
ᰔᩚ in which isagi is used as a chess piece for the jfa for more money and views by placing him in an exhibition match against ichinan high school with a certain someone taking his old spot as forward.
OR in which isagi yoichi proves he isn't just a lucky shot
ᰔᩚ status: complete! 3 chapters & 17,021 words
💗 More Than A Memory : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ sobbing over little isagi he's the cutest thing i just wanna pinch his little cheeks :(
ᰔᩚ isagi gets to meet his idol noel noa on his birthday and everything comes full circle 10 years later
ᰔᩚ bonus! the blue lock boys find out it's isagi birthday and chaos breaks loose as isagi and noel noa have a heart to heart
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 7,107 words
✧.* A Reason to Celebrate : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ isagi yoichi you are so, so loved & deserve nothing but the best
ᰔᩚ in which ego lets everyone know it's their favorite striker's birthday
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 6,371 words
💗 That's My Ego : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ AKSSVNSL i adore this fic sm, they're so cute i cannot
ᰔᩚ blue lock with a fem! isagi! some others are gender bent too but see fic for more hehe
ᰔᩚ sports with shoujo! follows the blue lock plot but has hints of romance as a side (?) plot mwah mwah
ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated april 19, 2023 ; 16 chapters & 85,024 words
💗💗💗 Butterfly Flutterby : ̗̀➛ ao3 link (but can also be found on quotev!)
ᰔᩚ this fic has my heart 10/10, i always reread ; i will never not recommend this fic, it’s honestly one of my faves of all time ; still patiently waiting for the next update :((
ᰔᩚ fem reader insert! the interactions with the blue lock boys are always so cute and so is mc i wanna squish her (our??) cheeks (author refers to her as rea-chan in the notes so sometimes i read it as an oc fic teehee)
ᰔᩚ mc gets chosen to be a manager for the blue lock program, competing alongside other managers facing risk of elimination like the boys
ᰔᩚ slight hints of romance/possible pairings but very minimal ; focus for now is being friends/a good manager
ᰔᩚ status: incomplete ; last updated march 19, 2023 ; 12 chapters & 64,042 words
ISAGI YOICHI
✧.* Hometown Hero : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ need more fics abt reuniting with isagi post blue lock bc man the angst potential is great :(
ᰔᩚ fem! reader where mc and isagi, her childhood friend, reunite but he's a bit different than how she remembered him
ᰔᩚ some angst but has a happy ending!
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 2,862 words
✧.* Fake It 'til We Make It : ̗̀➛ ao3 link
ᰔᩚ fake dating! do i need to say more
ᰔᩚ no pronouns! gender neutral reader!
ᰔᩚ a bit of angst but happy ending! :D
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 3,270 words
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ᰔᩚ crying bc i want isagi to want me too :((
ᰔᩚ post u-20 match! fem! reader reuniting with isagi having already accepted soccer takes priority in his life right now
ᰔᩚ angst with a happy ending!
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot
💗 happily always after : ̗̀➛ tumblr link
ᰔᩚ ASDSVN i wanna marry isagi :(
ᰔᩚ a misunderstanding regarding a proposal causes you to distance yourself a little
ᰔᩚ hurt/comfort with a happy ending!
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot
💗💗 home visits : ̗̀➛ tumblr link
ᰔᩚ he's literally so sweet im going to die, isagi marry me pls :((
ᰔᩚ where you visit isagi's parents at his house and seeing some baby photos make you think of the future
ᰔᩚ fluffy fluff fluff, you'll get a tooth ache
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot
💗💗 as close as strangers : ̗̀➛ tumblr link
ᰔᩚ ASNVLS oh to have a meet cute with isagi yoichi :(
ᰔᩚ you go with you sister to a bar to meet her newest boy toy but end up getting rescued by a stranger when you get some unwanted attention
ᰔᩚ fluff fluff isagi yoichi pls marry me
ᰔᩚ status: complete! one shot with 1.4k words
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