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curiousconch · 3 years ago

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Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 4)

Part 4: The truth will never lie to me

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Trapped in a conference, Gabe and Alex bask in the afterglow of their interrupted moment by the lake. But before Alex can fully comprehend how she felt, she unravels a truth that may cease the chase altogether.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language, implied sexual content. Reader discretion advised.

Author's Notes: Surprise! Yep, it's an early release! I made revisions to fit the ongoing narrative and ended up breaking it down into two parts. Also, this series may span longer than I originally intended it to be, not wanting to rush things. It will probably extend until Part 7, depending on what happens at the finale. I do hope you'll still stick around. If not, I'll totally understand. 😉

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Late night, Boston

Shoe laces, cool wind and the darkness of the forest enveloping them. His breath shuddering with how close her lips was. His throat running dry.

Wanting, longing.

Just a little taste to find out how intoxicatingly delicious those cherry lips would be in his mouth and to feel the heat of her body against his.

And then a splash.

Gabe blinked as he felt ice cold liquid pouring over his crisp white shirt. He wasn't sure if he was having déjà vu.

"Oh, sorry mate," a man standing nearby had bumped into him, making the glass of scotch he was drinking shake and spill into his impeccable suit. He forced down the tasteless curse words forming in his mouth, groaning in frustration at the dissipating sensations from what he had been imagining.

His mind was stuck in an endless loop, replaying the romantic encounter with Alex just the night before. But very much like after Beau's dive into the lake, his consciousness whipped achingly back to reality.

Gabe was leaning on the mobile bar, set in the middle of the conference reception. Did he just lose himself in a daydream like a fool? He wondered, murmuring through his madness.

The time alone with her provided him a glimpse of what could be between them. And oh how euphoric it had been to have her so near, to watch his body respond to her like no other.

It left him just craving for more.

He was lying to himself if he continued to deny that he has feelings for Alex, and how deep he was already in for her. But he knew it wasn't meant to be, at least until after he admits the truth. Until then, he had to pull away.

Easier said than done.

For now, he settled for a view of her, his eyes scoured the room for the subject of his fancy. When he found her, Gabe couldn't stop his smile and the fluttering of his heart, or the warmth growing between his legs.

There she was, in the far side of the room, shining brighter than any star that they had seen in the night sky. Her audience completely captivated as he was with her.

The sight of her in that blue dress swept Gabe back into his fantasies, and how infuriatingly near he was to giving into them. He had to clench his fist around his tumbler, suppressing any trace of his earlier wild thoughts.

Apparently sensing the weight of his gaze, Alex turned to him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. He watched as she excused herself before making her way towards where he sat.

Half-smiling, Alex's confident expression as she approached him made him swallow hard.

Gabe summoned all his willpower to rein himself in as she got closer. He plastered his usual cocky smile, once again putting up a wall of professionalism. They were in a conference, he reasoned.

"Still watching your wards, old man?" Alex chuckled as she reached a seat beside him.

"Working the room like a pro like that? Very hard to ignore," Gabe interjected, shaking his head. "Had to say Alex, I'm impressed."

"Glad you noticed," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Frankly, you charming the top tier lawyers were hard to miss," he said, with lips quirking into a grin.

"Were you watching the whole time?" she asked.

"Difficult not to, seeing how you're the best-dressed lawyer in the room," he continued, savoring the easy conversation.

She scoffed before turning around, grabbing a napkin from a bartender. Alex offered it to him, pointing at the light stain on his clothes.

He finally muttered a curse, realizing he had been too distracted not to notice the result of the spillage from his own drink. This was one of my best suits.

Gabe almost jumped when Alex started to wipe the front of his suit.

His eyes narrowed, unable to process what was happening. On impulse, he reached out to her, encircling his palms around her wrist. Alex snapped her head up at the touch, the intensity of her gaze enchanting him.

It took all of his strength to break free from it. He cleared his throat and looked away, before grabbing the napkin from her grasp without warning.

It had always been like this. At first, there was this fluidity, a natural attraction between them while they interacted. Then another goddamn minute passes and it all becomes downright complicated.

Gabe wasn't having it.

He briefly shut his eyes closed and released the breath he was holding. When he opened them, he focused his attention on wiping the stain from his jacket, avoiding Alex's questioning gaze. He decided to divert the conversation, robbing her of any opportunity to re-capture him in a trance.

"Don't worry, I don't judge potential partners solely on congeniality. Though I can't speak for Sadie." He then turned and discarded the cloth on the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to speak to a friend who I'm sure will be thrilled to know I'm now a partner."

He finally dared to look at Alex with almost apologetic eyes, before swiftly walking away towards a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Alex was left gaping at his hasty departure, uncertain how it all went south so quickly. She wanted to grab his arm and pull him to her so badly, to pick things up from where they left off last night. From that moment when his lips was inches away from taking hers, before they were interrupted.

Her body ached to be near him. Then again, that's not how she usually operates, so she let him be.

She had never thought her idol was such a tease. Or perhaps, traditional? Alex snickered. Oh how I'll make you beg, Gabriel Ricci. She exhaled, the sultry thought of the man on his knees in front of her suddenly hiking up the temperature in the room. Alex had to fan herself to cool down.

Along with the idea of finally spending some alone time together, conjuring the image of waking up beside Gabe excited her. Well, if ever this chase between them actually culminates to something.

But why was she following this trail of thought? In all her conquests, she had never stayed for what came after. She had that with Julian, and look how that ended. For her, it was always just for the fun. So why does she suddenly liked the notion with Gabe? She shuddered. Ugh, weird.

Maybe it's because it's taking the long game with him? Alex didn't want to know.

Leaving that for now, she resorted to ordering another shot of patron to drown the remnants of her heated thoughts. On her third glass, Alex heard a familiar voice ordering a shot of bourbon. She swiveled towards it and caught sight of Lina Reyes, the opposing lawyer from the Willow case.

"Fancy meeting you here," Alex smiled lazily, remembering how temptingly attractive she was. She also recalled the offer of a hook-up, which she politely declined out of courtesy.

But now, seems like she's getting another chance. And with Gabe being annoyingly hard to get, Alex had to have fun somewhere else. It's not like she and Gabe was committed, right?

Lina scooted closer to her, smelling of a heady mix of alcohol. "Speaking of fancy, damn. You look more incredible than I can remember, Alex," she teased, provocatively arching her brows at her.

Alex quickly picked up Lina's attempt to flirt, stoking her bruised ego. "Gotta be dressed to impress, right?" she waved her fingers as if in curtsy. "Enjoying the conference?"

"At this point, things tend to devolve quickly. But I do plan to have a nightcap back in my room," Lina smirked, Alex feeling the heel of velvet pumps brushing along her bare leg. "Maybe you could join me?"

The woman wasn't exactly subtle, though Alex had to give props to her for her confidence. She liked that in anyone. So Alex returned the gesture, letting her fingers hover an inch over her arm while batting her eyelashes. Two can play that game.

"I think we should stay here."

Wait, what? Did she just say no? Subconsciously? Did hell just freeze over? Or did her brain left her head?

Both women blinked, unable to determine who's more mortified between them. They were both quiet, until Lina broke the awkwardness by a chuckle.

"Had to try, didn't expect I'd be turned down twice," she said consuming the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Worth it though." she shrugged, ordering another round for herself.

Alex struggled to compose herself, brows furrowed in confusion by how that went down.

"Oh don't be so bothered, you're not my first rodeo." Lina poked at her jokingly, clearing up the air. Alex thanked her, and the conversation went smoothly from there.

Several more drinks in, the two women chatted on, venturing into a variety of topics in law and in love. It didn't take long before Lina started to slur in her words, to which Alex found amusing.

"Looks like someone didn't pace herself," she observed as she sipped her cocktail.

"Ah don't mind me, had to cleanse my palate after all the boring sessions earlier," Lina toasted her glass on hers, wobbling as she shifted to face her. "We are a rare breed, us fighters," she leaned towards Alex, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We like-minded women should just stick together, you know?"

Alex was relieved she turned her down the second time. Barely listening to her, she started to drift off as Lina continued rambling on, turning around to face the crowds as her eyes tried to locate that handsome man. Alex smirked when she found Gabe's sexy outline.

"Lot of ungrateful dipshits being freed from prison, even after we work our asses off proving they deserved an earlier release. Khan, Kozlowski, those celebrities involved with the Ivy League admission scandal? Hell, even small town criminal Cornell was released in the last five years alone!"

And with that last statement, Alex froze. "Say that again?"

Confused, Lina stuttered as if she can't remember what she was saying. To Alex's annoyance, she went silent, apparent that more humiliation was on the way. Lina abruptly stood, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted to the bathroom. Alex let her pass.

Assured that she'll be fine with her colleagues flanking her, Alex started to obsess over Lina's last sentence.

Was that just the patron? Or am I getting too drunk and starting to hear things? She asked herself, bewildered at how randomly Lina mentioned a Cornell.

With an exasperated sigh, she decided it wouldn't hurt to check. She pulled out her phone from her purse and fired up a search engine, where she typed in the godforsaken name. Alex tapped enter.

As soon as the results loaded, she felt the world crumble beneath her.

No, no, no, no, no. This fucking didn't happen.

She clicked on one of the articles from a local news outlet. The picture beneath the headline shoving her nightmares front and center. There it was, the title written in bold stated loud and clear: Cornell Son Gets Early Release.

Alex bit her lip as she fought to gather herself together, speed reading through the article. This was definitely a surprise, but what really got her reeling was the figure of a man walking behind Maximilian. She'd pick up who that was from anywhere within a mile radius.

Alex tried to keep herself rational, but the shock rippled through her, enough to shake off the alcohol in her system. And why did her stomach churned like she was punched in the gut a hundred times over? Why did she felt fucking betrayed?

Unexpectedly, she knew it wasn't discovering Cornell was now walking freely in the streets.

Deep down, Alex was aware it was because Gabe Ricci was involved. Either way, it looks like her high and mighty boss has some explaining to do.

Her blood boiled, a myriad of questions went through her mind. Resolute, she wanted those damn questions answered. Tonight.

She downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, sending a text to draw Gabe's attention.

She looked over where he stood, watching the frown in his face as he read her message. She clicked her head, beckoning him outside.

Even he can't fathom the fire storm that was about to come his way.

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ontowanderlust · 4 years ago

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Animanga

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alexlabhont · 4 years ago

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter ten

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

Tags: @dopeyouth @theymakemegayer @save-me-the-last-dance @poppysmc (If anyone want to be tagged in or removed, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so… i’m sorry fo the grammar errors. I also installed recently Grammary, so… hope its worth it.

CHAPTERS

Chapter nine

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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Poppy:

See you then, tushi face 😉

She wrote on her phone, knowing very well what It meant: She succeeded. Again.

That was the very first time Beck had actually asked her out, which was a sign that every single move worked just right; nothing to be surprised though, she was pretty damn fabulous and she wouldn't pretend otherwise.

"It took you a while, actually." Veronica said later that day when Poppy reached out to their friends at the fraternity house. "Nor even Carter gave you so much trouble."

"Carter is just an immature boy who thought a pretty girl plus a gigantic football player were just meant to be." The blonde responded with a snap. "Beck's slightly different, they didn't care for a face. The trick is to be yourself, but not too much. It took me a while to figure that out, but now that I get it, that one is mine to be borrowed." A strange feeling of satisfaction filled her, making her smile at that thought.

"But... have you guys fuck?" Chloe asked suddenly with a confused gaze, Poppy couldn't help but roll her eyes as hard as she could while she felt how both of her friends were watching her, gosh, even Veronica left the phone aside just for that question.

"What the hell, Chloe? Not everything's about sex, you whore."

"Are you serious?" She heard her brunette friend said, intrigued. Poppy could smell the problems that what she just said was about to bring. There it was one simple rule: If Poppy wants it, Poppy has it, and it has been like this since ever. So yeah, that matter was definitely weird. "Why? Don't you tell me you're too afraid to do it."

"Of course not!" She said angrily. "I did my research, and fucking Beck’s no different from any other experience I've had. I think it is them who's not ready..." A tiny hint of concern showed up in Poppy's voice without helping it. Of course she noticed it! The relief coming from their eyes when Zoey walked into both of them, as if they were scared, and being caught in the middle was a much better option than to actually do it. She was so offended by it that she told them she had something to do and disappeared from there.

"I think it might have something to do with their life back at Farmsville. I don't know what it is, but if I get to sleep with them, I know I'd have won. That's the next step." Poppy said, taking a ballpen from her desk to write down her new goal, she was that kind of girl who loved to put her ideas on paper to think them through.

"So… You're counting on gain their trust enough to fuck them to finally control them?" Veronica pointed out, looking at Poppy as if she was a mad.

"Exactly… And all I need is tomorrow morning. It needs to be perfect and I have just the thing for it." a smirk showed off on her face, the determination of winning was written down on every single muscle of her body.

“Don’t you think you’re putting a lot more effort into it than it’s needed?” Chloe asked again.

“Mind your own business and let me do the planning, Chloe. After all, we know you forgot to pay your brain bill.”

The bitch-y mode was on. She hated when she was being questioned about her actions especially when Poppy knew that everything she has been doing was necessary to achieve a goal; her enemy was powerful, she just had to see the rankings to realize it, Beck climbed as easy as the wind, doing things in this short time than a lot of people couldn’t do in years being here and they didn’t seem as trying. She needed to have them next to her for control.

Or at least, that's what she was telling herself. Something deep down her core murmured something else, something that might be too scary to admit, so she won’t. Never. However, that went down to the trash when she saw Beck the next day. It wasn’t their looks at all, actually, it was on point as always even though it was casual; the problem was her. Poppy could feel her heart becoming warm to the sight of that stupid lamb look of theirs with that sexy yet cute fucking smile they gave her. A little red alarm sounded in her head, but it wasn’t that big of a deal, so she shoved it down.

"Hey" Beck greeted her. "You made it."

"Of course I did, I have a driver for my needs. What are we doing here?"

Beck asked her to meet them at Whitehall street at nine sharp, but they didn't tell her what to expect, so Poppy was rather curious. Beck put his hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Yeah, sure… You have money and stuff, but… have you ever seen the Statue of Liberty from a helicopter?" Poppy's eyes went wide open, she was frankly surprised, how did they manage to get that? Wasn't Beck poor? It had to do with their YouTube account?

"No." She managed to say, trying not to sound so amazed; that was a pretty impressive idea, not going to lie.

"Well— Today is not the day you'd get to do it, because we're taking the ferry." Gosh, she should have seen this coming.

"You're such an idiot." She pointed, irritated by having been fooled like that. "Wait, what ferry are we taking?"

"That one." The strawberry blond could have sworn a mischievous spark lighted up Beck's eyes as they pointed at an awful orange ship coming to shore, that ferry looked so old that maybe it saw her grandmother born and grow.

"What?! There is no way in hell I'll be onto that thing."

"Oh, come on, Popps. Don't talk about it like that. The Staten Island Ferry is full of a butch of history on its own. It's the door to new experiences!"

"Like death?"

"It's totally safe." Beck replied chuckling. "And free."

"Whatever you say, I'm going home." She tried to go, but Beck's hand took her by the arm with a delicate touch.

"Give us a chance, just one chance —well, maybe two actually— but I promise you won't regret it."

Poppy turned to see them, still not sure about any of it. She had never been on that ferry, and she didn't care too much about it anyway when the destination was Staten Island. She didn't know what was their motivation to go to the most boring part of all New York, but that fucking face of theirs! Sometimes she wished they weren't that good-looking.

"I swear to God, Beck if something happens to me or my outfit I'll kill you and your entire music career."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Cruella."

They waited for a few minutes to get on the ferry, but once both were there, Poppy couldn't help but cling herself to Beck's arm. Truth be told, she hated boats. A lot. Once when she was a kid she fell from one of those little keels into the lake, and when she tried to come out, Poppy discovered that the boat was right above her head. She literally had nightmares about that day, especially on rainy days. With the time Poppy got to overcome that fear and now she loved to be invited to yacht parties —with the rightful security system, clearly—, but that ferry was ancient for god knows how many decades, and it being free was a bad forerunner to her, how many drowned people were behind all its story?

She jumped when the ferry started to move into the waters, the surprise was so much that her nails dug their way into Beck's clothes, reaching for the skin.

"Ouch! That fucking hurts!"

"Good."

Beck didn't say a thing after that, they were more focused on the shore as if they were waiting for something to happen back there. Then, after a while they smiled.

"Now that's a view." They said with a wide grin on their face. "Turn around." Poppy, who was too busy looking at the Upper Bay and thinking how awful would be to fall from there, suddenly found herself being turned over by Beck to the other side of the ship.

And what she saw was spectacular.

Maybe it wasn't from a helicopter at all, but getting to see that part of the Statue of Liberty going far and far away from them both was incredible, a breathtaking picture that she had never appreciated until that day. Unexpectedly that made her think about how much she was missing even after living in New York a while now: The smell of the ocean, the sea breeze hitting softly in her face, the sun illuminated the statue and the clouds behind it. It was like a painting coming out alive.

"It's beautiful…" she whispered without her noticing it until it was outside her mouth.

"Definitely it is…" Poppy heard Beck mumbled, so she looked at them almost immediately. Maybe it was one of those moments in movies where Beck would talk about her and not exactly the panorama, but no. Beck's eyes were glued to the sculpture. For a moment she felt disappointed, but then she caught a glimpse of blush into their cheeks and tension in their lips proving her that she wasn't wrong. Yes, definitely they were talking about her.

"I know it doesn't look as fancy as the other ferries, but… this is why it's worth the while. And I have to admit that watching it with you was so much better than doing it alone, so... thank you."

“Why?"

"For trusting in me." They said. Poppy stopped a little, thinking through those words.

"I guess I like you more than I thought." She then replied. The weird thing? The blonde actually meant what she said. But that didn’t mean anything, Beck was not as lame as she thought, no big deal, right?

Both spent a while like that, quiet but freely relaxed, looking at what the ocean had to offer. She didn't recall the exact moment when she started to do it, but at one point she laid down her head, resting it on Beck's shoulder while they hugged by the waist, it was as if in that exact moment nothing else mattered; she didn’t have to think about her obligations, about popularity, about pretending . The ride was about twenty-five minutes long but for some reason, they went very fast. She almost was disappointed when it came to an end until she remembered there was only one way back.

“So now what? We wait for the next ferry?”

Beck raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really think we came all the way here because of one ride?"

"Beck, is Staten Island. What else could you do?"

"Damn, Poppy. I'm starting to think you're too boring on your own." Beck teased

" What if you stop saying bullshit and tell me what do you have planned from now on instead?" Beck smiled as if they were waiting for that question.

"Come with and find out." That cursed smirk of theirs came as a challenge, while Beck started to walk towards the bus stop.

God, this was going to be terrible.

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#poppy min sinclair #queen b choices #poppy x mc #choices stories you play #choices #choices poppy #bea hughes #mc x poppy #beck hughes #choices queen b mc #trans #ftm

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lancermylove · 4 years ago

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Regret (HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: Rindou x MC/Reader

Warning: Contains blood, animal death, MC’s death, violence, angst, suicide

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Okay.. Um this is a fantasy request! I hope it’s not to hard!! For a bsts and for Rindou senpai 😊 So... Rindou is a prince gonna get married with the MC but a random girl with a mark on her head says she’s the true lover of Rindou The father of Rindou says to ignore the Mc so he does.. MC makes friends with a cat but next day rounds it’s dead.. The girl comes and laughs then the MC gets so mad she puts a knife into her stomach.. she gets beheaded the next day.. What would Rindou’s reaction be? Oh and Yeah! I didn’t give you the option thingy I couldn’t write anymore because I had to many letters— I hope you saw that before this— Can I get a head cannon? You do not need to do it if it’s to hard!! If you do it.. Thank you!!!!

A/N: This turned out to be FAR longer than I expected haha.

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"Prince Rindou, I cannot tell you how excited I am. Well, excited and nervous! I can't believe we're getting married soon."

Rindou chuckled and stroked MC’s cheek with the back of his hand, "I am just as excited, my soon-to-be princess."

She looked around the courtyard to confirm that the two of them were alone. Leaning closer, MC placed a soft kiss on his lips, "I love you, Rin."

While the two of them shared kisses, a pair of purple eyes stared at MC in anger.

The next afternoon, Rindou decided to take a walk through the nearby forest. He generally visited the forest daily, but since he got engaged, he didn't have enough time.

"Someone, please help me." An alluring sweet voice called out nearby.

"Hm?" The prince followed the voice to find a beautiful woman with long purple hair. "Are you alright, Miss?"

"Prince Rindou, my foot is caught under tree roots. Please help me."

Rindou didn't hesitate to help her. Once freed, she bowed and batted her eyelashes at him, "Dear Prince, if you permit, there is something I wish to tell you."

He nodded his head.

She brushed her fingertips on a green triangle on her forehead, "Prince, I am your true lover. This mark proves my loyalty to you. The woman you are with, she is an imposter."

"E-excuse me?" Rindou frowns upon hearing her words, "I would kindly ask you to not speak ill of my fiancée."

"If you don't believe me, then kindly ask your father, the king." With those words, she bowed again and left, her hair swaying behind her.

For the time being, Rindou decided to ignore her words, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them out of his mind.

"Father, may I speak to you?"

"What is it, my son?"

"I met a woman with a green mark on her forehead. She said that she is my true lover; moreover, she said to speak to you." Rindou frowned sightly, recalling the conversation.

"Ah, so you have finally realized the truth, prince." The king smiled, "She speaks the truth."

"Surely, you jest, father."

"I do not. She is your true lover. Your betrothed is an imposter. Listen to me, son, cut all ties with the imposter, and ignore her."

"B-but..." Rindou sighed and averted his eyes. He couldn't believe his ears.

His heart didn't agree with his father's words, but the king wouldn't lie to his son, right?

With a heavy heart, Rindou went against his heart and chose to ignore MC.

No matter how many times she came to visit, the guards refused to let MC inside. She waited for Rindou, but he came to see her.

Not knowing what to do, the confused girl roam around aimlessly through the woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rindou.

'Rin, why are you ignoring me?'

Meow.

She looked down to see a grey cat with white paws rubbing against her leg.

"Where did you come from?" Smiling, MC kneel and stroke the cat's head. The tiny creature stares at her with big blue eyes while purring in content.

The following day, she make her way back to the area where she met her new friend. "Kitty, where are you?"

Drip. Frowning, she wipe away the liquid from her cheek. Drip. MC once again rub her cheek, but this time, she look at her hand to find it stained red.

"B-blood?" She lift her head and scream, falling onto the ground. "KITTY!?"

The once sparkling blue eyes now stared at her lifelessly. Tears race down her face as she avert her eyes from the corpse.

Suddenly, MC heard menacing laughter nearby.

Looking around, she saw a voluptuous woman with purple hair and eyes, laughing.

MC's sadness turned into anger. How could someone laugh at her pain?

"Sorry, dear, but you left me no choice." She made her way to MC, hips swaying from one side to the other.

"You...you did this?" MC stood up, balling her hands into fists.

"But of course. I still don't understand...how could the prince fall for someone like you?" She scanned MC up and down.

"The prince? Why would you bring his name into this?"

"Do I have to spell everything out for you?" She rolled her eyes and smirked, "The prince is going to get married to me soon. I am his TRUE lover. As for that cat...think of it as a gift from me and the prince."

"You are going to get married to Rin? Shut up...you liar." MC said, gritting her teeth, "And gift? Do you call taking the life of an innocent creature a gift? You monster."

Not being able to take much more, MC pulled a hidden knife from inside her sleeve, and without warning, she stabbed the lady in the stomach.

The enchantress staggered backward and collapsed, hitting her head against a tree.

For a few moments, MC stared with her mouth open. 'What have I done?'

Covering her mouth, she stepped away from the lady's bleeding corpse. 'I k-killed her.'

MC turned on her heels and ran as far away as her feet would take her.

Meanwhile, a guard from the palace found the woman's body and immediately informed the king.

The next day, MC sat with her knees pressed to her chest. She still couldn't get the woman's image out of her mind.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Open up!"

Startled, MC stared at the door. "Who could that be?" Wiping her tears and fixing her hair, she opened the door.

Two guards, clad in full-body armors, grabbed MC's arms and dragged her towards the palace.

"H-hey, let me go!" She tried to pull her arms out of their grip in vain.

Only when they reached a scaffold with a guillotine did the palace guards release her.

"W-what is this?" MC asked, staring at the large metal blade with wide eyes.

A third guard walked in front of the scaffold, unrolled a scroll, and began to read aloud.

"Yesterday, a guard found the corpse of the prince's fiancee in the forest near your town. The townspeople recognized the knife and stated that it belongs to you. MC, you are being charged for murdering the prince's betrothed. Under the orders of the king, you are to be executed by beheading."

"N-no, this is a mistake! She was the one who killed-"

"You, who murdered the kingdom's future princess, have no right to speak. Execute her at once."

The executioner tied MC's hand and placed her head under the blade. Not listening to her protests, ignoring her tears and screams, he untied the rope holding the blade.

With one clean hit, MC's head fell into the basket in front of the guillotine.

"What is all the commotion?" Rindou stepped out of his office and saw a few maids gossiping. Seeing the prince, the maids quickly scurried away.

A sense of foreboding tugged at Rindou's heart. He quickly made his way to the king's office. The door was slightly ajar.

"Has the execution taken place?"

"Yes, your highness."

Rindou recognized the voice of his father's righthand man. 'Execution? Who got executed?'

"The audacity of that girl to murder the future princess. She ruined our place!" The king hit the table with his fist, "My son believed that the enchantress was his true love. Had all gone according to place, the prince would have been killed by now."

Rindou's eyes widened as he covered his mouth. 'My father wants to kill me?'

"Sire, please calm down."

"How can I be calm? Regardless, have you brought her head as proof of her execution?"

Against his better judgment, Rindou peeked into the room through the gap.

The king's righthand reached into a black satin bag and pulled the head out by the hair.

The prince's face drained of all color. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to look away, but he couldn't pry his eyes away from the dangling lifeless head.

Tears clouded his eyes as he stepped away from the door. Still covering his mouth, he sprinted back to his room.

Rindou fell on his knees and threw up on the marble floor. The image of MC's head flashed in front of his eyes.

'She was my t-true love...what have I done?' He shut his eyes tight and cried his heart out.

As hours passed by, Rindou spiraled further and further into darkness. He rocked his trembling body and kept repeating in his mind, 'It's all my fault. She is dead because of me. I killed my true love.'

Not being able to take much more, he rose to his feet and started walking towards the window.

His eyes and face void of color. His mind constantly blaming him. His body no longer under his control.

He walked towards the image of MC holding her arms out for him.

A small smile formed on his lips as he held his hand out to her.

He felt nothing. No pain, no sadness, no joy.

The kingdom mourned over the prince's loss, but Rindou was finally with his true love.

#bsts #bsts rindou #blackstar theater starless

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drethanramslay · 4 years ago

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5 Robin x mc Thanks a lot!! ❤️😋

Thanks for the prompt anon💙

You can find the prompt list here.

#5- "Oh shit..."

Warning: Slight cursing, angst

Word count: 1.3 K words (I fail EVERYTIME 🤧)

Author's note: I took part in this week's @wackydrabbles and you will find the prompt in bold

This is unrequited love (ouch??) And basically a chapter 9 rewrite so it does have a few dialogues from there

Thanks to @noboundariesplease for pre reading it (even though you hate robin sjsksksj love you😚)

Song: Worthy of you by Plested

Forgive me for any mistakes I make

Worthy Of You

It was supposed to be a boring day at office, doing boring work, doing the normal corporate bullshit.

In short, a normal boring day.

But it all went downhill when he saw Malaika enter the office beside Sam.

He was at the other end of the atrium but she still caught his attention. Everyone caught her attention. Her radiance and her aura was hard to ignore. People's eyes, once landing on her, find it hard to look the other way. She is that magnetic and beautiful.

"Mr. Flores? There is something up in the Milan office."

He was snapped out of his reverie as he took the iPad and started reading. Yet... His eyes glanced up to her smiling and chatting enthusiastically with Grant.

He tried to sneak in closer, catching snippets of their conversation.

"...Through careful testing, we could determine what best practices create the strongest defenses."

"Just like probiotics!!" Grant said.

"Exactly. Those were discovered like, a hundred years ago, and only became popular recently. There's still lots of room for more discovery, supplementation, and improvement."

God she is gorgeous and smart. Is there anything she isn't good at? Robin smiled to himself. He was about to head towards them but he saw Sam swoop in.

Smirking, Sam spoke up. "Should I be worried about my job?"

Malaika's smile visibly brightened, as her eyes landed on Sam, which made Robin roll his eyes out of annoyance.

That's Sam for you. Gifted with the brains and the looks to make woman in a three mile radius pussy whipped.

"No, I'd keep you around to smooth the transition of power." She winked and the three chuckled.

Wait a minute... Robin eyes narrowed in on them, viewing them in a new light.

The lingering gazes, the prolonged touches and Malaika's shy smile...

They are FLIRTING?

No, don't jump to conclusions Flores.

Waving goodbye to Grant, he saw them head towards Sam's private elevator.

Time for intervention.

As the door shut, Robin put in his hand to stop the lift.

"Sam we need you. There's a problem with the office in Milan."

He glanced at Malaika, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey Malaika. Fancy seeing you here."

She looked up, a teasing smile on her face. "Hey Robin, what did you do this time?"

Chuckling he entered the lift and leaned against the wall. "I never said it was my fault."

Punching his shoulder lightly, she spoke. "Strategic guess."

Robin's eyes lingered on her before he turned towards Sam. "Oh shit... Malaika, I don't want to just abandon you here, but these meetings can go on and on..."

Perfect.

"I can take her off your hands and skip the meeting altogether. It'll be lunch before you're done anyway."

Sam's jaw clenched. "And I like that idea even less."

"Well, let her decide. Whatcha say Malaika?"

He was pretty confident that she would agree and join him for lunch. We could go to that bistro down the stre-

"Sorry Robin but... Can I sit in? That's why you brought me today, right? To see you in action?"

Robin's jaw almost dropped but he pulled a poker face.

Some sort of relief flooded through Sam's features. " ... That's also true. Alright. Follow me."

They reached the floor but, Robin couldn't move from his place. He looked up to see them walking out. Malaika looked over her shoulder to meet his brown eyes and only one thing was running through his mind.

Why Malaika?

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And that wasn't even it. She proceeded to go out for lunch with Sam and on a tour with Sam which unfurled jealousy in his chest. There was this burning sensation in his chest, which continued to eat away at him.

Robin wanted to be the one who took her out. Robin wanted to be the one who showed of the office. Robin wanted to be the one who made her laugh.

But he could not, because he will always be the second choice.

And don't even get him started on the incident in the lab. He didn't see much but, he did see the both of them in an uncompromising position, which drove him mad with rage.

The guilty look in Malaika's eyes confirmed his suspicions that they were way past the flirting stage.

It hurt. It was like a stab in the chest. It felt like betrayal. And the fact that she tried to come up with an excuse...

Sighing he walked down the hallways his head full of thoughts. It had been a couple of hours but still, he couldn't get the image out of his head.

That's one thing I did not need to see.

He saw Malaika walking in the opposite direction on her phone, but the moment her eyes met his, she turned around and started walking the other way, away from him.

Oh no you don't.

Gently grasping her elbow he pulled her into his office and shut the door.

"What is it Robin?" She rolled her eyes as she snatched her hand from his grasp and straightened her blazer.

"You are a hard woman to catch."

"I didn't know you were searching for me. What's up?" She said as she crossed her ankles and leaned against his desk.

His eyes narrowed. "What's up? What's up between you and Sam?"

"Nothing!! Robin you are overreacting-"

He stepped closer to her. "Me? Overreacting? I'm a logical man and Malaika what I saw in the lab? It's not my eyes playing games. I have been wanting to talk to you about it."

Stepping one step closer, he glared into her eyes. "So tell me. What's going on between you two? For real?"

"You want the truth? I'm attracted to him. I mean, have you seen him? But, that doesn't mean I can't be professional or respect boundaries." She shrugged nonchalantly.

He scoffed. Is she for real?

"It didn't look like there were any boundaries between the two of you in the lab."

Anger blazed in her dark eyes. "You know what they say about assuming, Robin."

He sighed and massaged his temples. "Look, Malaika, I'm all for some innocent flirting, like at the engagement party... But whatever I walked in on, wasn't innocent."

"Why do you care?"

Because I have feelings for you dammit.

"I'm just worried about you. And I know that my Malaika wouldn't sleep with an engaged man-"

"Wait a minute... Your Malaika? There. Isn't. Any. Your. Malaika!" She enunciated every word.

It felt like a slap to the face. Robin physically flinched.

"I-"

"No Robin, listen to me. I'm a grown woman. And I know the repercussions of my actions. I don't need to be policed around by the likes of a womaniser like you."

He clenched his fist. "Says the person who kissed me to make Sam jealous."

She stood straight and scowled. "Last time I remember, you were the one who volunteered."

"Oh, so I was just someone you played, huh?"

"Oh my god Robin!! I can't play you, if it was mutual. You fucking wanted to kiss me."

Lie... It would hurt less

"You don't know anything about what I want."

"And neither do you know anything about me. So stop acting like my father."

Letting our a sigh he looked up, venom dripping from each word. "Well I'm sorry for looking out for you. I won't bother you anymore. Have a good time ruining your life." He turned of his heels and headed to the door.

"Fuck you Robin."

"You wish you could."

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And that's how he found himself in the near, downing alcohol like it was water and reciting his sob story to a concerned barkeeper in an empty pub.

"So that is the story of what a dumb fuck I am and how woman just trample over my heart." He slurred as he downed the shot.

"Oof. That sounds rough buddy. Another scenario of misunderstanding."

"Oh it is. Another round please."

Shaking his head he gave a glass of water to him. "Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help. You need to speak your heart out brah, otherwise you will be crushed under the weight of this guilt. And don't confront her head on. Sit down with her and have a heart to heart."

Swirling the amber liquid in his glass he mused."Hmmm... you are right barkeep."

"What?"

"That alcohol won't solve this."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Slamming his glass down, he looked up with his bloodshot eyes.

"Revenge."

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bigscooby · 4 years ago

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My opinions on Havenfall is For Lovers MC & Vanessa Route Spoilers

I loved how S1-S2 you can see the emotional attraction between the two.It took Vanessa some time to fully understand her feelings. She knew she liked the MC but didn't know if she wanted to be her girlfriend yet. However, Vanessa was just scared to be because she was confused like she wanted to be loyal to The Order but at the same time she wanted to date the MC. Grace in Season 3 pretty told the MC that Vanessa was just confused on what she wanted. It took after finding out about the order manipulation and killing the Vampire wife to reveal how much she loved the MC.

I loved how S4-S6: Showed the pros & cons of them being together. In S4 Vanessa was pushing the MC too much in S4 while MC kept her angry in. Then she exploded they were acting so childish it took her cousin to be the voice of reason; she had to forced them to talk it out. Then S5 I loved how they developed after their 1st fight, and just grow closer & stronger together.

S6: Wow! I didn't see the fact The MC was going to turn into a Vampire coming. Seriously, it was my favorite season in her whole route, it really did put their relationship to the test. The MC had two choices: Tell Vanessa the truth or hide it from her? The MC of course hid it from her which lead her to lie to Vanessa. When the MC passed out because she refused to drink blood. Vanessa was angry with when she found out. She was hurt how the MC thought Vanessa would left her but Vanessa would not about her being a Vampire because they can work it out but she mad she lied to her. The MC was just upset for being a supernatural now; especially only being able to get blood now & not food. Vanessa would be there for her but she still mad & a little uncomfortable about situation. The MC known Vanessa felt that way and she understood where Vanessa was coming from. Then sometime later on they both talked about how they both taken some time to fully adopted into the MC being a vampire.

Season 7 was good with parent drama and more. Also loved that later on They both found out that The MC could turn into a human or Vanessa can become Immortal. Vanessa would been okay with either one but the MC really wanted her to think it though because it's a big decision. Vanessa decided to be immortal which made sense because she be there to control The New Order which is pretty badass. I loved the wedding suit and dresses, it made sense the MC to wear a tux because she would more of the Dom, tomboy of the relationship while Vanessa was the submissive, girly girly type.

Season 8 was okay too. I just think killed the bad guy fast. I think they should been a season 9 where The Last Vampire Wife should been the villain because I feel like her route could had one more season.

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #havenfall is for lovers #vanessa helsing #hifl mc #lovestruck hifl #hifl

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666whatsyourvanishing · 5 years ago

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How would the ROs react if their shy mc that always gives them a lil goodnight kiss on the cheek suddenly stopped doing that? Someone told the mc (jokingly) that if you kiss your loved ones too much they’ll turn into a frog but poor mc took it seriously

Omg im soft ty

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Caiden loves it. They love affection, even if they’re slightly scared of it at the beginning. They like the domesticity in it, and they’d be lying if it didn’t make them feel special. But once you stop they grow sad, finding days that they might be more grumpy than usual. It’s silly to be so upset over it, but Caiden is your friend, they can tell when something is worrying you. When Caiden finds out the truth, they are a bit baffled how naïve you can be, but it’s all part of what Caiden loves about you. Due to the amount of trust you have on Caiden, you believe them straight away when they explain that it was all bogus. Now Caiden happily receives a kiss every night.

Jade is unsure about this whole ritual you have going on, but they’re a creature of habit, they get used to it. It’s a sweet gesture, and it does make Jade feel better from time to time. They’re so used to it than when you stop doing it, it’s leaves Jade confused. They inform you that you forgot, and you tell them that you didn’t want to do it anymore. At first, Jade was hurt, that maybe they had made you uncomfortable with their own enjoyment. But turns out it was a practical joke that someone had pulled on you. Jade stubbornly tells you that you shouldn’t believe in people that easily, that at least ask Jade if it’s true. You agree with that, after all, you admire Jade for their honesty. When that misunderstanding is cleared, Jade insists on more kisses, and you aren’t one to complain.

Bo might as well do the same. You give them a goodnight kiss, Bo gives you one back. It became such a big thing that you both had started to do it in the morning too. It rejuvenated Bo, and they really enjoyed the familiarity of it. One night, while Bo gives you a goodnight kiss, you turn away. Bo confusedly asks if you’re not feeling okay. You tell them that you just didn’t want to do it anymore. Bo sadly gives in and says that maybe that was for the best, even though inside, they really feel sad about losing that connection with you. It goes by a few days that they realize that someone had joked about your little habit, and thus made you stop. Bo gives whoever started that a good threatening talk and then explains to you what happened. Now, with hopeful eyes, you apologize and tell them that you missed kissing them goodnight. Bo agrees wholeheartedly and from then on, the kisses are even more wholesome.

Tori hates it. Or at least, they used to. It’s hard to stay mad at you after all. They wouldn’t go as far to say that they liked it, so tolerate it seems like the correct choice of words. Every night, they hope that one day you’ll forget to do it, but when you don’t, they softly grumble a complaint. One lucky day though, you don’t do it, and you don’t do it the next day either, and the next, and the next… Tori starts to find it a bit concerning, especially when they know they haven’t told you to stop. So, Tori is a bit embarrassed with the amount of work they did to find out what truly happened. When they do, they sigh in frustration, annoyed that they felt guilty over something as silly as this. Debating whether or not to tell you was a hard dilemma, but they eventually did. You, relieved that it was all a lie, kissed Tori again and promised to continue it. Though you also say that if Tori no longer wanted it, that was also okay with you. Tori begrudgingly complied and said that maybe, they did like it a bit.

Jay had really found the whole thing endearing. They’re shy, so at first, it was a bit weird, if not pleasantly surprising. But either way, Jay got used to it fast and quickly became comfortable with it. It was only when you stopped that they started retreating a bit back to their shell. It felt like somehow it had been their fault, their thoughts overwhelming them with ideas that maybe you were angry at them or disliked them in some way. It isn’t until a third party tells Jay what happened and why you were acting like you were, that Jay snaps out of it and goes to comfort you. It was the first time they were that brave to tell it to you straight, but they were really missing the affection. Once you understood that you were lied to, you were happy to continue the tradition, and so was Jay.

Jun had liked your habit of giving good night kisses so much, that from time to time they would selfishly ask for more. It grew to a situation where you two had been extremely affectionate anytime you could, a touch led to a hug, and sometimes cuddles. Only when you stopped, Jun took it as a sign that maybe they had gone too far. Jun is never really anxious, so they took it in stride, understanding your wishes and simply opting to be kind to each other. Only that you looked like you wanted to reach for them, sometimes you would, and then retract your hand as if it wasn’t in your own control. Jun spotted these occurrences and tried to understand that maybe, someone else had made you stop instead. They asked around, and when they found out, they calmly explained to you that you had simply heard a rumour and that Jun would be happy as a frog regardless if it meant they got kisses from you. It was silly, but you had learnt that some things are just that… silly. So you two continued being affectionate to each other, gladly.

#hello???excuse me???#give me more soft mcs pls #this is so silly and adorable #i love thissssss #aghhhh #okay #ask #anon #tvp #the vanished project #choice of games #wip #cog

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ayakashiramblings · 5 years ago

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Twilight: Breaking Dawn and Relationships

Once again... I am sorry Gaku.

Prologue

For the love of the gods, you had just wanted to bond. Sure, you could have stuck to food but one of your comrades was finally at the legal drinking age. You just HAD to celebrate that.

So you had turned to a rather sketchy magazine and everyone said they were down to do whatever the activity was on the first page.

Eventually, the page was burned. And you shall find out why.

To give them credit, they were good sports about it and even drew up a chart.

It was the Dawn Faction against the Twilight Faction, with each member of one of the factions having to compete with their counterparts in the other group.

The pairs arranged are listed before, couple with cute, loving annotations like ‘ogre-face’, ‘furry’ and ‘choker’.

Koga and Toichiro

Kuya and Shizuki

Ginnojo and Kuro

Aoi and Oji

Yura and Gaku

MC as the regulator

Chaos and Pain

Koga Kitamikado

Ah, the budding entrepreneur, making great strides in the scary new world thanks to his smart decisions.

A truly educated and learned person.

So of course, he wisely chose… to do a dare.

Mad man.

Even madder, he knew it was Toichiro’s turn.

He couldn’t help it, he liked things to be unpredictable. All kitsunes were masters of that.

Also, it was he who started this whole game.

“Ok, I dare you… to watch.”

“... To watch?”

“Yes. For five minutes specifically.”

“Watch MC make out with Kuya.”

Toichiro lost half of his tail with a swift swing of a sword and his fur was all ruffled from that blast of wind before MC could stop them.

So of course, MC had to do the smart thing.

“Fine, I will. Aoi, prepare.”

“WHAT?!”

Kuya was becoming unusually pale and at least now we know Koga is a red oni.

At least Koga’s exclamation was muffled as MC shoved a piece of paper to his face.

It was only when Koga became cross-eyed did he realize that it was one of Aoi’s pieces... specifically a chibi sketch of Kuya sleeping on a tree branch.

And MC was... aggressively kissing the paper.

The pressure of her lips still felt even through the paper on Koga’s face.

Damn, it could have been on fire.

The paper and his face.

Toichiro lets it go because everyone is getting uncomfortable with all the action happening and, OMG MC are you trying to slip in your tongue?

DID KOGA JUST TEAR THE PAPER WITH HIS TEETH?!

Aoi is sad that one of his hand-drawn chibis is now in bits and pieces.

At least it was only Kuya.

Kuya

To be fair, he thought he was safe because the one asking was Shizuki.

What he didn’t know was that not only was Shizuki ordered to, the snow spirit had imbibed in some alcohol.

“Kuya, I want you to write…”

“Why did you ask for the impossible?”

As Shizuki waved away the Satori Seer, Kuya was unusually the first to offer comfort. What was usual was the ‘wisdom’ it possessed,

“It's OK Aoi, I have a story. It's about an American treasurer who got lost in history until his wife who he cheated on…”

“Here is the catch. I want you to write… a lemon on your LEAST favourite ayakashi that you’ve recently met with your most favourite person here.”

“Hmm… so Kagemaru and MC.”

“What the hell, Kuya?”

‘L’ is for Loser Kagemaru.

‘E’ is for Every time MC beats him, I smile.

‘M’ is for Masochist because Kagemaru is weak for strong girls.

‘O’ is for when Other Onmyoji Boy drags away his contract.

‘N’ is for Not gonna lie, it was beautiful.

Unlike Toichiro though, Shizuki doesn’t want to give up without a fight.

So poor Kuya gets trapped in a snow blanket until the kitsune and the rest of the Twilight gang restrains the mad snow spirit.

Oh well, at least he can sleep.

After Koga finishes digging him out of there.

Ginnojo

By now, the wise grandpa had witnessed the dangers of taking on dares, unlike SOME people.

“I’ll take the truth.”

“Gin-Gin, this isn’t you pursuing truth and justice.”

“I know and frankly, with the way things are going, maybe not now. Corruption runs too deep.”

I mean... he’s not wrong. Kuro slightly pouts at having been seen through.

“Ok, now tell me what part of MC do you think you can touch without blushing?”

...

Nevermind, he would rather live a lie.

It’s just that Kuro, ever-the-summer-child is great at giving the purest thing in the world.

Puppy-dog eyes.

There is no way he can lie now so, ironically with his face practically beet-red, confesses,

“Her kimono. Specifically the sleeve.”

“Hehe, so that’s what you...”

“Specifically the third thread.”

“Weird flex but ok...”

“Specifically the third thread’s middle and it has to be the blue one.”

Again, the Twilight sect has to show mercy to their elderly citizens.

MC offers him her sleeve, even slightly pulling out the thread and now Ginnojo can smile, albeit bashfully.

Aoi

He stares at Oji like an office camera.

What was the lesser of two evils? Truth, and who knows what Oji might ask. Dare, and…well…he could only imagine what his employer’s mind could think, but at least he knew Oji wouldn't propose anything life-threatening.

Just utterly mortifying like that one time Oji had dropped him off at school...

“Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t ask you to do anything extreme.”

“I’d rather you ask anything extreme. Truth.”

For some reason, Oji smirked, as if that was the right choice for his plan and the wrong one for Aoi’s last shred of dignity.

“Ok, gimme a second...”

Everybody freaked out when Oji decided to let the eye in the middle of his forehead appear and bulge out.

“It’s my lie-detecting eye.”

Yes, everyone. He has one. Not that he thinks his own son would lie.

Aoi is tempted to punch it away but he couldn’t let the rest of his comrades down after all they’ve done.

“Is there something you've seen in a steamy movie that you'd like to try?”

Great, and now it would look bad if he couldn’t name any or chose the wrong one to highlight.

So like the pure baby virgin that he is, announces,

“The ribbons.”

MC tries giving him her hair ribbon but he smacks it away with the brightest blush she has ever seen on his face.

Smacks the eye as well that just turns green to show that he is telling the truth.

Yura

“My wise brother will never do such foolish acts like choosing...”

“I pick truth!”

... Gaku is tired. He already knows how kinky his brother is.

Don’t ask me how he knows.

Anyways, Gaku has to think for a moment. He doesn’t want to put his brother in a bad light but he still has to keep the risque nature of the game.

So, he finally settles for asking, “Ever put something weird in your body?”

There, the most ambiguous question that ANYONE could take an innocent perspective on...

“Why, I once indulge in cream whipped to fluffy peaks with Sir Kuya. We poured it over our chests...”

Kuya tries to protest in his frozen chamber but it’s too late.

“And made-believed that we were Oji’s pecs he thinks he can expose but truthfully fails.”

Now, to Yura’s horror, Kuya is further pressed against the floor and Koga is still struggling to dig him out.

Interlude

“We’re killing them.” announced the Dawn faction.

MC has officially died and wonders about calling Akiyasu up just so that her Ayakashi would fight together against him instead of each other.

Even Kagemaru somehow offers her his commiserations as Yuzuru the beautiful geisha who had only arrived to deliver some beer.

Stumbles into this mess and stumbles out.

And now, it’s time for the Twilight gang.

Toichiro Yuri

Sweet revenge for Koga.

“I want you to kiss Shizuki DIRECTLY, LIPS TO LIPS.”

At first, he was fine. It was just making out. Sure, he might vomit into his valet’s mouth but at least that could be cleaned up.

Plus, at least Shizuki should be a good kisser with all the ladies he has charmed into his life.

... Until Toichiro had realized.

“Why... is the rest of the kitsune clan here?”

Many small foxes were loping in their direction, some already in their more humanoid form. All had one goal.

“GREETINGS MASTER TOICHIRO!”

“Sir Koga said that there was a huge bash with inari sushi!”

As Koga tosses a few fried tofu pieces at the rabid crowd, Toichiro’s eyes turned briefly feral.

“... I hate you. When this is over, I’ll- mmph!”

Shizuki decides to land a big wet one on him.

Today was the day Toichiro learnt that no, Shizuki was a bad kisser. drunk at least.

There was an unexpected twist when one of the clan members cried with joy.

“FINALLY! MY SHIP HAS SET SAIL!”

Shizuki

Can we just marvel at the fact he is actually playing though for just a second?

We all know the other stoic man Ginnojo is actually curious about new games.

But to get Shizuki to play instead of just serving some drinks and cordials?

That is no ordinary accomplishment.

And all we have to thank for this marvellous sight is... alcohol.

Oji-san, why?

“Tell us how you orgasm.”

Kuya, why?

Except... Shizuki doesn’t bat an eyelid. In fact, he even throws a wolfish grin in.

“Only before my girl because she is too good.”

“But I make sure hers comes harder.”

“And she will scream.”

...

Kuya lost and just burrows himself into the snow hole Koga had spent hours digging.

Oji

At this point, Aoi is becoming like the past self you had only seen once.

An absolute discipline master.

Oji thinks he can get away because Aoi is way too shy to ask him to do anything THAT scandalous.

For some with 100 eyes, the old man sure is blind.

With a smirk and almost evil, ominous tendrils of his bad aura flooding the room, he asks Oji,

“Well, I think you must have been a verrry bad boy in school.”

For the next round, Aoi makes Oji have a time out on someone’s lap.

Specifically Shizuki.

“You are so grounded after this.”

“Don’t you mean, time out, Mister?”

Aoi has no regrets.... especially since he managed to sketch it, caricature style.

Kuro

“I’m going to go with truth because I have a feeling the dare is the opposite of touching ironically.”

Wise choice, Kuro.

The problem is... he’s forgetting that Ginnojo was a soldier.

For a major force in the Edo period.

And he has seen Aoi grilling everyone while at the Milk Hall.

If he doesn’t know what questions will break a person, I don’t know what to say.

“So... Kuro, does your Ayakashi species know how to lap dance? If not, what are their attractive features?”

“Oh, Gin-Gin. Why did you go to the dark side?”

“Because you hate the dark. Also, I took out something from the military.”

He darted out of the room, returning with a fairly large device.

Ginnojo set it up directly in front of Kuro, tapping a microphone positioned in front of him. Several lights on the device blinked, and a paper readout steadily fed out a long sheet of steady wavy lines.

“This is a lie detector, the less freaky version. I’ve got Gaku making one based on your heart rate.”

Ok, I don’t think the lie detector was invented by then but let’s go along with it, ok?

“Erm... not really. I guess... we hug a lot?”

The lie detector machine broke. Now nobody knows.

Until 1921.

Gaku

Dare because there is obviously something he can FINALLY do for his brother.

Picking truth would have been anti-climatic because the twins know each other too well.

“I want a customized sex toy that vibrates.”

Specifically to the theme song of the game.

Gaku decides at that very moment to never let Yura near his notes ever again.

Because now he has to refer to his original blueprints... except he doesn’t actually have a notebook on this.

FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

Actually has to sketch it out.

He refuses to look at the anatomical books he has even though there is literally a shelf dedicated for them.

So... yes, he’s drawing based on what he’s seen.

“So, are you basing it off yours because it’s awfully average...”

“OF COURSE A DICK LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW!”

Epilogue

Aoi has decided he is going to stay away from alcohol.

MC didn’t even moderate the game. She just watched the chaos unfold. And the article burn.

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peonierose · 1 year ago

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Choices MC Madness

Week 4 - Party Games

This is my 2nd entry for @choicesmcmadness

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umccall71 · 5 years ago

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Chapter: 20

Characters: Prince Liam & (MC) Lady Saige

Rating: Mature

Word count :3423

Disclaimer:All characters are property of Pixelberry except my OC Lady Saige. The use of these characters are for entertainment only and I am only borrowing them.

Summary:After a summer of a lifetime,Prince Liam thought he could have it all.He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams.When life was easy, a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences. Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences.When an utter act horror throws her world into a tailspin.

Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression,pregnancy, violence, and sensitive sexual content.The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If you are reading this series you are acknowledging you are 18+.

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The following morning, Olivia had arrived in the early sunrise at the urgent request of her king. Liam had sent a message that he needed to take care of some things but did not want to leave Saige alone. Olivia came baring decadent pastries and coffee,tea, and juices.

“Good morning your majesties...I come bearing gifts of sustenance,'' she smiled to break the tension.

Liam had been awake for hours simply coordinating the events that would transpire at warped speed if he has his way.He had arranged for Bastien to pick him up early to escort him to meet face to face that evil that had lurked and entered his home. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he contemplated confronting Constantine. “Thank you for coming Olivia, I shan't be long.”

Liam turned and cupped Saige’s face placing a tender kiss upon her lips careful not to linger too long . “Love, I don't want to leave but there is an urgent matter I need to handle. I won't be long...I can't wait to take you home to care for you in the comfort of our bedroom.”

Saige flinched at the mention of the word home.As much happiness as she shared with Liam, she no longer felt the palace was her home. What Liam missed was the reluctance in his wife to proclaim that going home was at the forefront of her mind. Their home served as an internal prison for the dreams that she sought with her husband. The dream that was stolen that night in the dark...stolen from her heart. The palace would serve as an existential graveyard to the baby that they lost. All she could do in that moment was to nod and try to force a false smile as he left her with her closest friend.

Olivia slid beside Saige on the bed and handed her a chocolate croissant and a bottle of juice, “eat...you need to regain your strength to make those sons of bitches pay.” Olivia’s emerald green orbs met the lackluster crystal blue eyes.

Saige stared at the window as if she were seeking answers from the inky hues creeping between the curtain. She softly whispered , “ I wish he could see that he would be better off without me.”

Olivia reached out to grasp hold of Saige’s hand trying to project the comfort and understanding in this devastatingly critical hours following the void that was left in the pit of her friend. “Saige...you have to understand that living without you is not in the cards for Liam ...right? That man loves you and he will love you until the day he dies. I couldn't imagine the weight of sorrow you are drowning from inside. Please understand that what you feel...he feels it too.”

Saige blocked the words that were being shared...she reached over and pushed the call button to alert the nurse.She pushed the pastry away and ignored Liv’s words. Moments later the mature woman entered the room and smiled at the queen.

“Ma’am, is there anything I can do for you?”,she inquired.

Saige spoke looking out of the window, “ How long before I can leave here ?”

The nurse looked bewildered and taken aback momentarily, “ well it should be any day now. THe doctor wanted to make sure you have crossed the threshold with your pregnancy and risk no setbacks or infections as a result. I'm sure it won't be too much longer.” The nurse bowed and exited the room.

Olivia’s gaze followed the nurse out of the room and turned to her friend. “What are you thinking Saige? I know you well enough to know that there is nothing random about your questioning.”

Saige simply slid down in the bed and turned her back to Olivia, silent tears escaping her eyes. She couldn't find the words to explain the magnitude of her pain and confusion. She felt the ache in her heart at the baby she would never rocked to sleep, never see the mirrored smile of the baby’s father, never witness Liam dote over…so many first stolen from them.

***

Liam marched down the hall following Bastien mind locked on the man that tore a hole in his life without a blink of an eye. He was laser focused on looking him in the eyes and studying his reaction to his learning that his son was now in possession of the truth. Liam always felt that a man armed with the truth was armed with a powerful tool. He took long strides down the palace halls draped in gold ornate molding, Italian marble floors, and images of ancestors of Cordonia. He wondered what his ancestors would think of Constantine raping the now queen. He cracked his neck as Bastien stopped in front of a set of locked double doors that locked away his father.He knew this because the two guards would not be afforded to be housed in such luxury.He glanced to Bastien as he let out a deep breath...squared his shoulders and nodded for Bastien to open the door.

“Whatever you do ...don't open this room once im inside until I give you the signal.This is a conversation that needs to be had. I trust you have the paperwork to present to the council with formal charges?”, he watched as his heard guard nodded in acknowledgement.

“Yes sir… everything is in order awaiting word from you to proceed.”, Bastien opened the door and then back out abruptly closing and locking the door behind his king. He stretched his arms over his head before adjusting his steele gray suit and tie.

Liam slowly paced the room making eye contact with Constantine.He looked upon his father as a science experiment he was seeking a worthy hypothesis for in the end. He slowly removed his navy blue blazer and laid it across the boudoir chair. He undid his cufflinks depositing them in his trousers pocket. He rolled up his sleeves still refraining from uttering a word as he watched.Costantine went to inquire appallingly to Liam why he was being held in that room is not allowed to go to his wife in their home.

Liam scoffed at the hypocrisy of him wanting to be there with his wife when he robbed his own wife of peace, happiness, and sense of security. “Which one did you use?he asked as he started moving closer toward his father.Constantine looked at him puzzled. “What?...what are you talking about Liam?” Still no clue where his son’s thoughts were .

“Did you use the left or right hand to choke my wife in the middle of the night? Which one started your path of madness? Don't bother denying that you were there...because I have proof that you were indeed there in my home… Constantine.” Liam exuded a calm, but determined look as he stalked over to the fireplace removing the gold poker.

“Which hand did you use to strike my wife you asshole?!”, his voice deepened as he became irritated being in the room with her assailant.

“Liam… I don't know what that little bitch told you but she's lying. I gave her only what she wanted.”, he smirked as his eyes shifted back and forth watching Liam’s reaction to his lie. “Liam she has wanted to come between us since she first set foot in this palace. You cannot let her damage our relationship anymore than it has been.”

Liam's voice came out in a roar, “ENOUGH!... you will tell me which hand you used to grip the throat of my pregnant wife!”

Constantine slowly lowered his gaze to look to his right..that was all the confirmation Liam needed. He snatched his father from across the room and snapped his right arm.. Lowering a devastating blow to his right hand that landed on the desk. “Fuck Liam … what the hell is wrong with you?!, he bellowed in agony.

“Was that the same hand you used to strike her across her beautiful face you bastard?!”,his breathing became labored as he fought the urge to end him where he stood. “ Liam delivered a crushing blow with his fist across Constantine’s mouth where deep red blood flowed from his lips.

“You beat her .. you tore off her clothes on the floor of our home … you raped you animal...and your act of violence cost us our baby.It wasn't enough that you tried to have your way with her months ago… you had to finish the job!”Liam seethed as he slammed his father's body to the floor and pressed his knees on both sides of his body pounding his fist into his face repeatedly.

The door flew open as Bastien came in to aide his king that was losing control over the tragedy that had taken hold of his family. “Your majesty… please let me take over sir. I serve at the bequest of the crown.” Bastien tried to break through the rage of his beloved king. Liam gripped Constantine's head and slammed it into the floor several times.Bastien dropped to his knees and pleaded with his king to let him take over to subdue the former king.

LIam rose to his feet as Bastien held a firm grip on the former king not that he was able to put up much of a fight. Constantine sat up with Bastien close by as he leaned forward processing everything his son had told him . What he found disheartening was hearing about the loss of a grandchild. “Liam… you say she lost the baby?” Silence in the room as Liam tried to calm his pulse and slow his heartbeat.

“In light of your actions and the two co- conspirators you will all be tried for treason. Crimes against the crown. This country will learn what a vile human being you are...a stain on the monarchy. I will not cover for your crimes. My priority is to my wife and my unborn child.”, he paused as the realization dawned on his father that Saige was still pregnant.

“Wait...what do you mean unborn child?”, he was flustered and confused.

“We learned after your violent actions against my wife that Saige was carrying twins. One baby did not survive as a result of you horrific,unscrupulous behaviour. I had to watch my wife be delivered another devestating blow after her rape when the doctor told her that she lossed a child that we never had a chance to meet. This… this death is blood on your hands. Everyone will learn what a monster you are and that you killed your own flesh and blood grandchild.You will stand trial before the council...and then to meet your maker. I hope you rot in hell for what you've done Constantine. Your legacy … will be that of a murderer and rapist to your own family.”

Liam picked up his blazer and slowly moved toward the door. He wouldn’t look back as he went to exit. As he was leaving her heard Bastien yell out , “unhand my service revolver!” Moments later a loud single pop escaped the room followed by a thud on the floor. Liam turned back and witnessed Bastien trying to revive Constantine to no avail. King father perished as a single gunshot to his head as he took his own life in that room. Bastien radioed to his staff to secure the scene and lock down any press to the palace until Queen mother is notified of his death.Liam walked down the hall blocking out the chaos taking place around him as he went back to his private quarters. He had not set foot in the royal apartments since leaving the morning of his trip to Italy. Upon walking into the living area his senses were awakened by the smell of cleaning solutions. His breath hitched as he came to the spot that he believed to be where his wife was taken from him that night. He moved to the bedroom with a suffocating feeling as he glanced to the bed that was still unmade. He eyed the IPad that was still beside her space in their bed where she laid down chatting with him on FaceTime. The spot that held a special place in his heart remembering how they laughed and planned to speak after her doctors appointment. He thought of her words where she mentioned feeling a craving for a snack...to feed their baby...babies before going to sleep.Liam peeled off his clothes, except his underwear and took in the scent of her sweet perfume intoxicated with jasmine and vanilla.He felt a burning sting in his eyes as he became overwhelmed with the thought of them making love in the rain the night before he left. Had he known that the following night would change their lives...had he insisted she travel with him to Italy. He gripped her pillow imagining her shampoo smelling of Gardenias. He put it to his nostrils and inhaled deeply as grief overtook his body. Liam’s body shook uncontrollably as he let out a scream as he sobbed.

“Why would he do this to her.. To us? She didn't deserve this.. Our baby didn't deserve this… all she wanted, we wanted was to plan for our family. How can i promised her to keep her safe when I couldn't even shield her in our home.” Liam lade his way to the bathroom and turned on the showed letting the steam filled the room. He stared at his broken blue eyes , red rimmed as he looked at a man he was used to seeing...defeated… afraid...heartbroken...betrayed. He knew he had to fight for her even if she couldn't fight for herself.

He slid out of his underwear and stood beneath the running water allowing the heat to pulsate his tensed muscles in his back and shoulders. Liam slumped down in the shower internalizing his pain and muffling his tears that were trapped in his throat. He cried for Saige, for their baby… but he felt nothing for the father that had deprived them of a family that is whole. After twenty minutes in the water he left the shower and dressed in jeans, a button down shirt and pull over sweater. He grabbed his keys and phone and headed back to the hospital ...alone.

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Saige laid in bed staring at the ceiling trying to avoid the bereaved looks of sympathy from Olivia.Liam had sent off a text to Liv that he was on the way. Olivia had turned on the television trying to find a light hearted comedy to lighten the mood. “This movie looks good… I can't wait until we share a stiff drink after you have the baby, she smiled trying to lessen the all consuming thoughts in Saige’s mind. “Saige… what do you have a taste for? We can get anything your heart desires, ``she laughed.

Saige grew quiet, “ you can’t get me the baby I lost,''she whispered. Olivia could not help but feel a heavy heart for her friend. The thing that would help her heal was outside of her grasp. All she wanted was to plan for the day she and Liam would bring their little angels home. A moment later Liam entered the hospital room followed by Saige’s physician. Before he could say anything the doctor smiled and shared that she could head home.

“Your majesties...there has been a great improvement to your injuries and the baby is doing well.” Liam smiled reluctantly. He trained his blue eyes on Saige traveling down to her belly wanting to just touch her baby bump. He knew that would make her uncomfortable in this moment. Olivia could help but take notice of her king.

Ma’am...sir.. We recommend taking it easy for the next week or two. Free of stress .. focusing on your recovery and your pregnancy. Be mindful of any pains and cramping should it arise. You will need to eat a healthy diet and drink plenty of fluids. Listen to your body … rest frequently. Your majesty... I look forward to the official introduction of the royal heir.”,he smiled. “ I will go prepare your paperwork for your release,''the doctor exited the room.

“Baby… that's great news that you can go home … we can go home.”he reached for her hand when she began shaking her head violently, “I ..I can't go there Liam”, she panicked.

“No love… we are going to spend some time in /valtoria at your Duchy. I never had a chance to take you on a grand tour to take in the beauty. We should go there for awhile. I will work from there and .. and I can postpone any trips abroad for a bit.”, he looked on with a look of uncertainty. “Let's take time to deal with everything including the loss of our baby without prying eyes.”

“Liam… I know that you want to help, but I can't give you what you want. You deserve a woman that is of your social class and ilk. I cannot even protect your baby...what about the baby. Liam i am afraid to grow attached to this one because don't know if …”she trailed off with a few stray tears running down her face.

“Saige...we cant think that way. Am I sad that we lost a child...yes. We also owe to that baby to love the twin that shared your womb. We will stop thinking about the loss, but we also have to embrace the gift that is still with us. Let me take care of you and our baby that remains with us. I'm sure our other baby would want that”,he wrapped his arms around her trying to exude the love and support.

Olivia became moved by the tenderness between the two, “I'll go pack a bag for you to change Saige once your released. I'll be back soon, `` she quietly left the room and the couple to their thoughts.

“Valtoria will be good for us love… some time away from the palace. There is a lot that needs to be settled there . I only want you to focus on getting better and stronger. You are fierce and determined Saige. You are a force to be reckoned with in this country. I am so proud to have you in my life … as my wife...as the mother of my children… as my queen.” He kneeled before his queen kissing her hand, “I love you today just as much as the day we got married for the first time.” Liam flashed back to the afternoon in the judge;s chambers they traded vows of love and devotion,

“...I only live to serve you. I want my duty to be putting a larger smile on your face than the day before...You have shown me your my lighthouse in the storm guiding me safely to harbor. I vow to trust you and I to seek the right path… not always the easy one…”

Liam kissed the top of her head, “ I intend to live up to my vows love. I truly believe that Valtoria will become a respite during this challenging time. Today we face this hospital room mourning a great loss and crime...tomorrow you and I will wake up in paradise amongst the fields, wild flowers, mountains, streams,and waterfalls. Valtoria will be an oasis.. Our home away from home until you are ready to face the palace again.

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argylemnwrites · 5 years ago

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Not Exactly Sure, But Maybe Sure Enough

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Post The Royal Heir, Chapter 4)

Word Count: ~1900

Rating: PG-13 (adult language)

Summary: Riley Liu has never been much of a planner. But with the whole world seeming to be making plans for her uterus, she has to reevaluate the way she approaches challenges in her life.

Author’s Note: Written for Day 16 of the Choices July Challenge (prompt - Uncertainty). Can be seen as a companion piece to my Day 2 submission, “Living with the Consequences” (link is in my masterlist as I think that Tumblr still sometimes hates my posts with links embedded in them). Trigger warning for mention of pregnancy loss.

Wanted to take a look at the whole “Would Drake and a Drake-romancing MC really just agree to name their kid heir to the throne?” shenanigans from the perspective of my MC. After all, I probably should write more from her perspective since she is the one who would have to go through all the public scrutiny and judgement. I originally envisioned a much different piece than this, but what can I say? This just took on a life of its own!

To say that Riley Liu hadn’t always thought things through fully was a bit of an understatement. After all, you don’t get on a plane with a guy you’d known for less than 24 hours to go compete in some strange political version of The Bachelor in a foreign country without being pretty impulsive. In all honesty, so much of her life could be seen as a series of decisions she put almost no thought into, bouncing into situation after situation because it sounded fun or awesome or sometimes, just better than her current circumstances. She’d jumped from job to job, casual relationship to casual relationship, friend group to friend group endlessly. Never any roots. Never anything permanent. Until one day, she found herself with actual, real friends, not just buddies you grab a drink with once or twice a month.

There was Maxwell, who gave her a family. Hana, who showed her what trust and honesty looked like in friendship. Liam, who welcomed her with such care, even when she made it clear she didn’t feel the same way about him that he did about her. They all took her in, this flighty, detached waitress and gave her a home, both figuratively and literally. A home she shared with her husband, a concept that still in some ways felt more foreign than the fact that nearly every hero she had for the past year used apple butter instead of mayo.

Finding Drake had been something she had never dared to hope for. Here was a man who seemed to understand her soul, the fears she had that she would always be alone in the end, that she was never good enough just as she was to be a priority to anyone. Sometimes listening to Drake talk about his life felt like looking at her own experiences through a fun-house mirror. Sure, the details were different; opulent parties and snobby nobles were worlds apart from a junkie mother and a variety of foster homes. But for all that distortion, at their core, their damage was the same. And maybe that’s why things always felt so natural between them, even when she was naïve enough to think that she could have a little fling with the cute prince, catch a flight back to NYC, and have a mad story for two truths and a lie going forward, leaving Cordonia behind without a glance back.

The love she felt for her friends, her husband, her new home she would have never experienced if she had stuck to her old habits and peaced out when things got tough, less lighthearted and silly and more filled with media scandals and political drama. She knew there was a lesson to be learned there, and while she would never be one to put together a five-year plan like she knew Hana was doing, she knew Riley Walker needed to be a bit different than Riley Liu. Or at least, she needed to work on being different. For her own sake, for her loved ones’ sake, and for the sake of the citizens she now answered to. While she might have leapt into the role of duchess without much thought, she recognized that being a political figure meant that she probably shouldn’t just roll along, indulging in every whim, every adventure, every idea presented to her, without at least thinking through the consequences somewhat.

So, she was trying this new thing, taking a few minutes to run through some good and bad possibilities for any decision before she jumped in with gusto, at least when it came to the major things in her life. She wasn’t going to let being married turn her into someone boring who was always stuck in a rut, but she could aim for a little stability. Spontaneous, not impulsive - that was her new goal.

And at first it was easy, settling in at Valtoria in those first few weeks, then heading to the private island for her and Drake’s honeymoon. Telling Drake that she was ready to start a family with him, and sooner rather than later, seemed like a calm, rational follow up to their discussion of their future back during the lantern festival. If felt like something responsible adults, responsible parents did. But suddenly it seemed like that was all they talked about, really all anyone talked about around them. And Riley didn’t know how to feel about that. What was the appropriate response to Madeleine telling her that she and Drake better be having a lot of sex, other than the petulant desire to offer to fuck her husband right now if Madeleine would just leave the room? How do you respond to congratulations for a thing that hasn’t happened yet? And what the hell made her typically grumpy, jaded husband respond to Liam’s request like a seasoned diplomat?

Sure, they had a few conversations about his reasons. And she got it, kind of. But did he really not have any doubts about the whole thing? Could he not see that this increased media attention was just the beginning, that their lives were not just their lives anymore? Everyone was going to want a piece of them.

And then of course, her miscarriage happened, leaving them both shell-shocked. Super common, according to Dr. Ramirez, and no reason not to try again. But Riley didn’t know if they should try again, at least not right away. Maybe this was a sign to slow down, to not force this whole parenthood thing at such a rushed speed. But to go back on birth control felt like they were failures, letting down Liam, their friends, and all of Cordonia. Everyone seemed to need their baby so damn much, Riley couldn’t bring herself to take a few months, maybe even a year, to process her loss and heal. She could sense a similar longing in Drake, to move on together, not as public figures but just as Drake and Riley. But after agreeing to name their child heir to the throne, the sacrifice of the timing of trying for another pregnancy seemed inconsequential. What was a few months compared to years of diplomacy classes, public scrutiny, and increased security threats? So they kept trying. And a few months later, they succeeded again. But they were wiser now. No one was going to know except them and Dr. Ramirez. Riley refused to take a pregnancy test at home for that reason. She thought she could trust her staff, but then again she had trusted Gladys, and look how that turned out.

But now she was into the second trimester, out of the most dangerous window, and in certain outfits, she was starting to show. She’d had to avoid some of her favorite shirts and dresses, and Hana had made a few comments that implied that she’d figured it out for weeks now. So she and Drake invited Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia, Bertrand, and Savannah over for dinner. It was exciting to share their happy news, even if they didn’t get to announce it so much as Olivia called out the ridiculousness of their charade when Riley had to excuse herself due to nausea within 30 minutes of everyone’s arrival. On the other hand, it felt a little sad, to lose that shared secret between her and her husband.

Because now this was the nation’s pregnancy, and never had that been more clear than tonight, as a stylist zipped Riley into a long gown that was as tight as clothing she’d worn before her pregnancy, clearly meant to highlight her bump that was still pretty damn small. Meanwhile, a makeup artist and a hairstylist, both also Madeleine’s “gift” for the night, primped and prodded. Kate Middleton didn’t let her hyperemesis stop her from looking polished, Madeleine had snipped when Riley balked at the whole styling crew, and her children were much farther away from the crown.

“The mother of the next monarch needs to look like a queen, not some sickly, sloppy piece of work with bags under her eyes.”

Riley had a lot of thoughts about that she would have expressed if she was so damn exhausted, so she settled instead for a middle finger thrust in Madeleine’s direction. Oh well, a little impulsivity was probably excusable under these circumstances.

It all felt so surreal, attending this ball thrown in honor of her son or daughter who was still just a possibility at this point. A lot still could go wrong here, not the least of which was her puking on some diplomat’s shoes in the next hour. As she sat waiting for Madeleine to come and get her, letting her know that they were ready for her entrance as the womb that carried the guest of honor, she felt like she was walking through a fog. Riley Liu would have said, “Screw this shit,” and run away, hopping on a flight or catching a bus. Getting the hell out of this world full of pressure and expectations and demands. But Riley Walker couldn’t do that. She had obligations, and she had to see them through.

She heard the door opening, but didn’t turn to face Madeleine, wanting a few more moments with just her child, no matter how fleeting they would be.

“Hey, so I got a plan to get us out of there in 90 minutes. Two hours, tops.”

She let out a sigh of relief before she even fully processed her husband’s words. He was always finding ways to give them a little more time to be just… them. Not a duke and duchess, and now not the future king or queen’s parents. Just Drake, Riley, and now their little one.

“How’d you manage that?” she asked, turning towards him as he crossed the room and crouched down in front of her chair. She noticed he hadn’t escaped Madeleine’s grooming plans, wearing a brand new black suit with his hair parted awkwardly to one side.

“Easy. I got Maxwell to agree to give a toast that will last a minimum of 15 minutes as an ode to the best childhood moments of all of Cordonia’s kings and queens. I figure we slip out to get you some air, and we just never come back. Hana’s promised to deflect any questions about our location after we make our escape.”

She reached down, giving him a gentle smile as she ran a hand through his hair, getting rid of that awful part. Now he looked and sounded like her husband.

All too quickly, their moment of privacy was shattered as Madeleine bustled in, taking one look at Drake’s hair and rolling her eyes.

“And just what do you think you two are doing? You’re supposed to make your entrance in less than a minute!”

“Just taking a moment in between,” Riley said as Drake stood up, squeezing her hand as he pulled her to her feet.

“Well, moment’s over. Let’s get going.”

It wasn’t how she would have chosen to go about this whole pregnancy thing, but for better or worse, this was how it was happening. As Drake held tight to her hand as they walked down the hallway, she was glad for was many doubts and uncertainties as she had about this entire heir-to-the-throne situation, at least they were fumbling through this together. They might have both been out of their element, but they had each other, and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to get them through all of it.

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bitchpleize · 5 years ago

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I’m torn about the Walker clan, and here’s why.

Let’s start with Mama Walker. Her husband dies and what does she do? Skips out on her children and leaves them in another fucking country to be raised by the kindness of others. I just can’t with this bitch. Please. Then Leona gonna be mad that after her sister abandoned her niece and nephew in Cordonia, because apparently she just couldn’t, Constantine didn’t give her money? Hmmmm...maaaaaaybe the king figured that Jackson Walker would want his money to go to, oh, I don’t fucking know, raising his goddamned kids rather than on a deadbeat mama who just up and skipped? I’ve heard “the kids asked to stay in Cordonia” argument but you don’t walk away from your underaged kids. You take them with you and they can go back to Cordonia after they grow up, or you stay in Cordonia for their sake and then, when they’re grown, you leave and live your life. So there’s that.

Then there’s Savannah. She gets knocked up by Bertrand. Now, she knew how awkward he was when she started fucking him. She leaves, PREGNANT. Rather than just be the adult and tell him the truth, she takes off on her own. She just up and disappears. I guess if you see your mama take off on you then you figure this shit is okay. Then she tells Maxwell, who tries to do the right thing by paying for her room and board rather than her, oh I don’t know, getting a fucking JOB? I mean,the Walkers are so proud and hard-working, right? So why is she living off money that Maxwell had to lie to cover up spending for her? She’s a freeloader, basically. The money was Maxwell’s as well as Bertrand’s, so she lets Maxwell take care of her and Bartie while keeping the father in the dark to his existence? Who thinks like that? Who does shit like that?

Now let me get to Drake. I actually like Drake but he, too, is basically a free loader. This is something MC points out in one choice of dialog. He’s also violent with Bertrand for something Bertrand didn’t even know about. Imagine finding out that a girl you truly loved but took off on you was pregnant and you’ve got a one or two year old kid? And then her brother is attacking you and blaming you for shit you had no knowledge of? How did these writers think they were making any of the Walkers look noble with this shit? None of them are. They’ve all got flaws. I do think, though, that Drake is the best of the group. I really hope it doesn’t turn out that Jackson’s alive and faked his death because then that will make me roll my eyes at how the Walkers deal with their problems by fucking bouncing when shit gets real.

Leona. Nothing but shitty toward her niece’s fiance and the other guests there. Here they come to celebrate a wedding, and prove they’re not the lazy spoiled nobles she claims they are, because they pitch in around the farm and do all they can to help, yet she has nothing but insults for them. She doesn’t even fucking know MC, yet, she judges her out the gate. Fuck Leona. Fuck her shitty sister Bianca, too, for acting just like her. Both of them are letting their guests work their asses off in free labor but they’re too full of shit to be thankful. Yet the nobles are the snobs? Right. Whatever. Suck my lady dick.

So, that’s my condemnation of them. What makes me torn? They’re Drake’s fucked up family and I like Drake. Is he perfect? Fuck no. But these are his family and I don’t want to hate on the family of a character I like because it tends to bleed onto said character (it started to happen with TWD, Merle almost turned me off Daryl).

So I’ve decided that Drake’s just doing the best he can with what he was given. I mean, really shitty example from his mom. Savannah though, fuck her. I hate how focused the story is on her and Bertrand anyway. I pretty much skip through anything they say.

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missnight0wl · 6 years ago

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Snape was the third person

Spoilers up to Y5Ch21. Also, a long post ahead.

Which person, you ask? You know, the one mentioned here:

I’ve seen some speculations that this line is about Duncan, however, it doesn’t really make much sense to me. First of all, there is a possibility that it was written after Duncan’s death. The timeline of Jacob’s actions is really fuzzy, we know that they were working on two vaults at some point, but it’s hard to say anything for sure. Nevertheless, even if Duncan was alive, it’d be still odd. With the way Jacob put it in words, it sounds like he’s surprised by the choice of that particular person, maybe even displeased. Yet, he was working with Duncan for R for some time already. Wouldn’t he be an obvious pick to be involved also into partnership with Rakepick? At least from Jacob’s point of view? Well, I think the requirements for that third person were more specific, and that’s why I believe Duncan is an unlikely candidate. More on that a bit later.

(Btw, don’t you think that MC should at least think of asking Duncan whether Jacob was working with Rakepick and if he knows anything more about it? Sure, in Y5Ch21, MC mentions that they’re Rakepick’s apprentices, and Duncan doesn’t seem to react on this name, but perhaps he simply didn’t know it? Maybe MC should try asking if Jacob mentioned at any point a bitchy redhead Curse-Breaker, or a vixen trying to save his life? No? Too much thinking? All right then.)

I’ve also discussed once a possibility of that person being MC’s father, HOWEVER, the father’s absence issue really irks me lately, and I don’t want to go too deep into that - especially that Snape simply makes more sense if you ask me. So let’s discuss that.

At first, it doesn’t look like a probable situation. I mean, Snape hates Rakepick - why would he agree to work with her on the Cursed Vaults? Patricia could possibly be willing to cooperate, but she’s not very fond of him either. As for Jacob though... Well, truth be told, we can’t actually tell much about his relationship with Snape. In fact, we can’t even be certain that he was taught by Severus or they just went to school at the same time. I suppose that everything Snape tells us about our brother could be as well told by another student. But then, there was that one mention:

It’s from Y3Ch5 when we finally got back Jacob’s notebook. I do think it strongly suggests that Snape was a teacher at that point, someone with the authority over our brother. And since he was avoiding him, he probably didn’t like him much.

But how did it look on Snape’s side? Sure, now he apparently hates Jacob (I think it’s rather anger and/or disappointment), although, in my opinion, it wasn’t always the case. Do you remember our conversation from Y5Ch4 about Penny?

I believe it’s not a coincidence that Jacob was also mentioned in that sentence. We’re told all the time that he was a talented student, brilliant at basically everything. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he was also good at Potions, and if Snape sees his Vaults obsession as wasting a potential. I’d even say he might’ve liked him before all of that. And let’s be honest, does Snape working with someone he hates in order to PROTECT A CHILD sounds like something unlikely to happen? Moreover, the fact that Jacob went missing/turned into madness might be another reason why Snape despises Rakepick even more - he can blame her, think that she manipulated Jacob. Oh, and when we spy for him in year 4, he’s got this line:

... so, was Jacob among that eliminated competition?

Still, in the end, all of that above is mostly conjecture. That was until we got THAT ONE FREAKING LINE in Y5Ch17 which is driving me crazy:

WHY THE HELL WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT?! LIKE...?! *internally screaming*

I mean, it takes place one chapter after Rakepick was swearing she never met our brother, and now Snape basically tells us that she CHOSE him? I’m sorry, but what?! Am I looking too deep into this or he’s simply admitting that Rakepick was working with Jacob? Because if that’s the case, we have three options:

Snape is assuming that because he hates Rakepick and all evil in the world is her fault,

Snape knows she chose Jacob because he was working with them too,

Snape found out about their partnership through spying OR research.

Now, I want to add more to that last option. One thing about Rakepick that I feel is not being stressed enough during the story is the fact that she is quite famous in the wizarding world. There was at least one book written about her (MC gave it to Bill when they met in year 2), but that’s not all. Let’s go back to year 4 again. In the chapter about Bowtruckles, there’s a part where we write an essay and Rowan joins us. We get three options for them:

If we choose “Madam Rakepick”, this is what we learn:

Hm, I wonder what are chances that this assistant’s name was Jacob... The question is, why it seems like the article doesn’t mention any name at all. Either way, it’s very possible that Snape did similar research and found the same information. And here again, he could’ve just assumed that it’s about Jacob, or he dug deeper (more likely) and actually discovered their identity.

Anyway, no matter which option is true, I find it beyond annoying that MC DOESN’T EVEN ASK why Snape said that. Seriously, it’s not the first time when they make MC ignore things that obviously should get their interest: why they didn’t know about Duncan, who is Olivia Green, who Jacob was working with in Knockturn Alley, why there are random Gryffindor robes in Jacob’s room, WHY DON’T WE TAKE CARE OF THE MESS IN THERE FOR ONCE? I understand that they don’t want to reveal too much of the plot too fast, but simply let us ask. Let characters avoid answering or lie to us. Otherwise, MC just looks stupid, and it’s starting to piss me off.

Back to the topic though. I’ve mentioned the specific requirements for the third person at the beginning. And what rare skill Snape and Jacob have in common? They’re Legilimens. I assume that Legilimency might be somehow needed for the buried vault. Maybe they need combined powers or something. It’d also explain why it HAD to be Snape - because there’s not a lot of people to choose from. Although, now that I think about it, it might be rather about Occlumency. Perhaps the vault messes with your mind (which actually goes well with my idea for the final vault)... In both cases, Severus fits the bill and he’s a better solution than bringing another new character with such unique abilities.

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