#choices the royal romance 3

[tessa-liam]

Roses/Monuments, Day 3

"Thank you, Riley. With so little permanence in this world, there will always be this little lock on this bridge just for the two of us. I want to believe it will be here forever, no matter what else happens to us." 

A monument to eternal love and commitment....

Pont des Arts, 'Lovelock Bridge' Paris, France

Inspired by Liam and Riley's visit to this Bridge during the engagement tour....

Bridge of Dreams , Chapter 15

Turning the Page Series

✨️Artwork Commission by /@artbyainna

Thank you @lizzybeth1986 & @sazanes for hosting #KLAW 2024🥂⚘️

@kingliamappreciationweek @choicesmonthlychallenge , prompt 01- appreciation

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicescommunityevents

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Fallen Petals

Book: The Royal Romance Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), Madeleine Amaranth, Bastien Lykel Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: E Word count: 1066 Reading time: 4 min Summary: After the first dinner to celebrate his engagement to Madeleine, Liam couldn't stop thinking about Jade. He had to find a way back into her heart. Based on the prompts: @kingliamappreciationweek Day three: Roses / Golden

Author’s note:

Jade Bourbon is a creation of this author. The other characters belong to Pixelberry Studios;

Thank you to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another KLAW. The event never fails to wake up my writing muse from hibernation 😁

This fic is part of TRR series, To (Secretly) Love You, but I believe anyone who played TRR Book 2 will understand the context.

County of Fydelia, January 2018

"Thank you for coming!" Madeleine faked a smile and waved as the last guest left the grand hall. The countess then grumbled and extended her hand to her maid, who promptly squeezed a hand sanitizer on her palm.

Right next to her, Liam inhaled sharply. It still baffled him to remember that Leo endured Madeleine for three years. Keeping up appearances in front of guests was one thing. But when it was just them and the servants, it was so much harder. After all, that was exactly when Madeleine's true self would show.

"Your Majesty, your bedchambers are ready," Bastien whispered.

"Thank goodness," the King mumbled to his bodyguard, who pressed his lips together and nodded. Bastien certainly knew how obnoxious Madeleine could be.

"I beg your pardon?" Madeleine cut in. 

"Bastien just informed me my room is ready and I thanked him. If you excuse me, I'd like to rest right now." 

"Alright, you've been doing your part pretty well, Your Majesty." Madeleine smirked.

"Not as well as you do, sweetheart," Liam retorted as he walked towards the stairs.

"Just try to not ogle that commoner when she's around and we should be fine."

Liam stopped in his tracks as his hands balled into fists. How Madeleine planned to keep up with this engagement if she insisted on pushing his buttons it was still a mystery to him. But he would never let her know she was getting under his skin.

"Have a good night, Madeleine," he said, plastering his best fake smile then headed upstairs.

Inside his bedchambers, Liam drank the last of his scotch and heaved a sigh. This certainly would give him the worst migraine in the morning, but at this point, it didn't matter. He just wished the whiskey could help him sleep and forget this night ever happened. Yet, he couldn't. How could he forget the look in her eyes? She clearly seemed upset, but her eyes still searched his from time to time. And she changed. Her hair, the way she dressed, her posture... Did she miss him too? Did she still want anything to do with him? He needed to know how she was doing, what she was thinking. He just didn't know how.

A soft knock pulled him out of his reverie.

"Yes?"

"The maid is asking if you want anything from the kitchen, Sir," Bastien explained.

Liam scanned the room, searching for any dirty dishes, when his eyes landed on the flower arrangement on the table outside.

"Actually, I do want a couple of things from the kitchen." Liam began to list a few things he wanted so his guard would pass it along to the maid. "Also, do you know if there are any flower shops open at this hour?"

"I'm not sure, but I can ask around."

"Get me the number of the best flower shop in town. I'll talk to them myself."

"Your assistant can handle this matter, Sir."

"No, let's keep this between us."

"As you wish, Sir."

About half an hour later, the Royal motorcade rolled to a stop before the largest flower shop in Fidelia. Once the King's guard cleared the perimeter, Liam climbed out of the car and walked in, greeting the flower shop owner with a smile.

"Your Majesty, it's an honor to have you here." The woman bowed in respect.

"Thank you for accepting my request in such short notice, Mrs. Atwood. Shall we see the roses?"

As the florist led him to her workstation, where dozens of roses were displayed on vases, a cold breeze blew against the flowers. Liam watched a few petals fall on the floor as a sudden memory took over his mind.

Cordonian capital, November 2017 (coronation night)

A giggle escaped Jade's lips as Liam's hand caressed her lower back and traveled to her derrière.

"So you're a butt man, huh?" She grinned.

"Pardon?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"You know... Some people prefer boobs, others prefer butt. And since your hands can't seem to rest anywhere else..."

Liam's cheeks flushed crimson. "I didn't realize... I—"

"It's okay," she interrupted, leaning in for a quick yet torrid kiss. "I like it."

A slow smile played on his lips. "Oh, do you now?" Liam captured her lips once again, grasping her buttocks in the process.

"If you squeeze them harder, we might never leave this maze, Your Highness," she whispered.

"Nothing would make me happier."

She pulled away just enough to look at him and arched an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

"Well, there's one thing..." He gazed at her in adoration as a gentle breeze ruffled roses, a few petals falling near them. "Making you my queen would make me the happiest man. Are you ready?"

"I am. As long as I'm with you, I'm ready for anything, my love."

"I love the sound of that."

"Great! Me too."

Both of them chuckled. 

Just then, a gust of wind blew inside the maze, ruffling the flowers, rose petals and leaves flying towards them.

"Oh! So cold!" Jade shivered slightly, hugging him tighter. "I think my butt is going to freeze!"

Liam guffawed then reached for his jacket, covering her backside and part of their thighs.

"Thank you." She smiled softly as a rose petal fell on her hair.

Liam then reached for a red rose nearby, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and placed the rose on her hair bun. Jade has always been an attractive woman to him, even when she wore that unflattering waitress uniform from the New York dive bar. But, right now, wearing simply a red rose from the maze garden, she never looked more beautiful.

County of Fydelia, January 2018

"How many flowers should I get for the bouquet, Your Majesty?" The florist asked.

"All the red roses you have."

"All of them?" The woman's eyes went round.

"And a few baby's breath to adorn the arrangement," Liam said as he touched a fallen petal on the table. 

The florist nodded in surprise (probably shocked that the King knew a thing or two about flowers) and left to pick up the flowers. When she returned, she placed a card and a pen on the table. "You can write a note to your fiancee. I'm sure she'll be delighted to know you came here to pick the flowers yourself."

"Thank you." Liam smiled and reached for the pen and the card. He could only hope the person he'd send those roses to would be willing to read his note and to see him again.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Kiara Theron Appreciation Week: Day #2

Theme: Character Appreciation and Throwback

Tagging: @kiaratheronappreciationweek, @choicesficwriterscreations, @sazanes, and @lizzybeth1986 (owner of the intro screenshots)

[masked-alien-lesbian]

HLAW Day 3: AU

Hana Lee as the ranch owner's daughter x OC (Raelyn) ranch hand

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song But Daddy, I Love Him

I just learn these people only raise you to cage you...

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Screaming "But Daddy I love them!"

I'm having their baby

No I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm telling them to floor it through the fences

No I'm not coming to my senses

I know they're crazy but they're the one I want

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid...

Soon enough the elders had convened....

"Stay away from her"

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love...

I'll tell you something about my good name

Its mine alone to disgrace

I thought I was finished with HLAW 2024 but I heard this song and it was so Hana x Raelyn coded, I just had to make one more edit.

@hanaleeappreciationweek

@sazanes

@lizzybeth1986

[resetmypatientviolence]

From what I hear, it’s a fucking travesty that PB murdered TRR in the end. Literally everybody else’s headcanons are better and I’ll resort to fanfic as canon.

[shreyamistry]

Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Pairing: Hana x MC

Prompt: “I’m willing to try this for you.”

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: Nicole invites Hana to a rock concert when the pair visit New York. Nicole relives the nostalgia of living in New York while Hana lives vicariously through the life of a New Yorker.

A/N: Thank you for the ask! I hope this fits (I was trying to rack my brain very hard to find something that makes sense and this is the conclusion my brain came to). I hope you like it 🩷!! Requests are open if anyone is interested !!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Hana dotes on her dress, her slim fingers smoothing down the fabric trying her best to make it look as sleek as she would prefer. The peach colored gown made her feel almost out of place compared to the other outfits she saw - even compared to Nicole she felt like an outcast. She glances around nervously, picking at a stray piece of lint that lingers on her dress. The fabric soft to the touch, cooling and calming - it helped Hana stay grounded despite her nerves.

“Hana!”

She turns her attention to Nicole who smiles brightly, she draws Hana into a quick hug pulling away to hold her at arm’s length. The pair had decided to meet up at the venue as Hana needed to meet with aspiring young men her parents would try to set her up with if King Liam didn’t work out; and Nicole wanted to meet up with her old co-workers. The thought of Nicole as a waitress intrigued Hana, she often wondered what it would feel and be like to be a true New Yorker without a royal background.

“Nicole! I’m so pleased to see you.”

She smiles brightly as Nicole pulls her in to place a kiss on her cheeks, quick and chaste. She sighs to herself happily, the short interaction enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and her mind race with thoughts. Nicole offers her a cup with a weird array of scents coming off of it giving her a puzzled look.

“It’s a concoction of every soda,” Nicole laughs at the concern written across Hana’s features. “Trust me, it sounds gross but it’s - well kind of gross, but that’s half the fun. It’s a New Yorker thing, I guess.”

Hana laughs gently before taking the drink to her lips. She breathes out deeply before taking a sip from the straw, her face scrunching up in disgust before settling into a look of distress. Every polished part of her screams this is nasty and undignified, but most of her is excited. She goes for a second sip getting a squeal of excitement from Nicole.

“I told you!” Nicole laughs, “it sounds gross, tastes gross, but you can’t stop yourself from going back for seconds!”

“I never realized how exciting being a New Yorker could be,” she replies, “you lived such an exciting life before coming to the courts of Cordonia.”

“It wasn’t all glamor, you should’ve seen the giant rat I called my roommate back at my old place.”

“A giant rat? In your home?!” Hana gasps.

“Mhm,” Nicole nods, she leads Hana by the hand further into the stadium they were at. The sound of music grew louder and louder as they weaved through people, Nicole taking lead to make sure she and Hana could get through the crowd quickly. “I named him Derek, I can’t explain it but he looked like a Derek. Though, I think I was influenced by watching Grey’s Anatomy with him.”

Hana shakes her head in disbelief, letting a giggle leave her lips as Nicole pulls her to a stop the both of them watching each other as people talk excitedly around them the overwhelming sound of music and voices nearly drowning them out from hearing one another.

“I’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy,” Hana whispers, “Is it good?”

“Hmm, think Open Heart with more drama.” Nicole smiles.

“I love Open Heart.”

“You’re welcome for letting you onto it,” Nicole grins, “I have season 3 on DVD we can watch sometime, though be warned it’s not as good as the first season.”

Hana smiles sweetly, her cheeks flushing crimson red thinking back to her marathons with Nicole watching the first and second season. She remembers the warmth of Nicole’s body next to her, the taste of unhealthy American snacks, and the fun they had laughing and crying over fictional characters and what would become of their medical careers. It was different for Hana, before then she’d never even truly seen a film; her family found it a waste of time. A distraction from her studies and her duties as a woman of the Lee family, she only ever recalls watching a single movie in her youth and that being the Titanic because her mother was fascinated by the concept and Leonardo DiCaprio.

She adored this part of life, the contrast different from growing up in New York versus that of growing up in the courts as she did. The fun she felt with Nicole only grew, she made her branch out and try things she never would’ve even considered or thought to be to be done. The sheer amount of American media from film to music to television excited every part of Hana’s brain. There was so much to learn and notate, even media meant for fun consumption Hana found there was something to learn from it. She never thought she’d find herself at a concert in this way — sure she’d been to classical concerts but they paled in comparison to the excited energy around them.

Hana’s pulled out of her thoughts as she gazes onto the stage in the middle of the stadium where a band takes the stage excitedly talking to the crowd.

“Thank you for coming Hana, I’m glad I can share so much of my life with you. I know this is overwhelming, but you’re handling it like a champ!”

Hana grins, “it does hurt my ears a bit, but I’m happy I came. I’m willing to try this for you.” Nicole squeezes Hana’s hand in return, failing to hide a grin in her attempt to be seen as nonchalant. She’s about to reply when the band speaks up, turning their attention away from each other to the front stage.

“Are you ready to rock New York?!”

“WOOOOO!” The crowd cheers, it’s nearly deafening to Hana, as she tries her best to not show it seeing the smile on Nicole’s face.

Before long the concert is in full swing, people mosh and dance around her with excitement. Hana herself is clinging to Nicole’s arm to not get swept away into the craziness of New York’s crowds, enjoying the feeling of holding Nicole’s hand. This is not something she would’ve done herself, she wouldn’t have even considered coming to a rock concert a mere two months ago. There was something about Nicole that made her feel emboldened and brave; it made her a better person.

The bravery she felt with Nicole; it instilled upon her that she could be her own person and face the world with all of her strength and prove herself to her family and friends alike. She studies Nicole, the excitement on her face as she screams lyrics to a song that Hana can barely understand. Hana couldn’t explain it, but despite being unfamiliar and not all that interested with the event, she still felt engaged and she enjoyed herself even. The smile on Nicole’s face was the most important thing to her in this moment; seeing Nicole happy made Hana happy.

Thinking back on this night, Hana would regard this night as the night she truly full heartedly had fallen in love with Nicole Brooks.

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Nicole hunkers down with Hana’s head in her lap, the two of them sitting in the back of a limousine on the way back to the airport. Their four day excursion to New York came to a conclusion, though Nicole almost wishes she and Hana could stay forever and show her all the wonders of New York. Nicole felt comfortable here, it wasn’t all high end glamor and royalty, it was her eating a giant $2 slice of pizza with Derek watching hoping Nicole would drop a few crumbs for him to scurry by and eat.

Nicole longs to be back in New York as much as she won’t express it, so much has changed that she knew she couldn’t just return to New York and pretend she was Nicole Brooks, not Lady Nicole. She wouldn’t know how to settle back into being a waitress with shitty customers, shitty pay, and dull outfits, houses, and friends.

Going to Cordonia reminded Nicole she truly didn’t have many friends or much family to keep up with, she texted a few people in the time she left but none all that important, none that pulled her back to New York. She truly only missed the rock scene, it was her saving grace from her day-to-day life. Long night shifts spent sucking up to rich people for a half decent tip to be able to go see her favorite bands live, to feel a part of a group. Her rock friends being the only few people that would hit her up to see what concerts she’d be at so they could meet up and party together.

She sighs to herself, she wonders what would happen if she’s unable to convince Liam to take her hand in marriage — truthfully, she didn’t know if she even wanted him that much. After everything that happened, everything she’s been through, all the ups and lows, the only constant through it all was Hana. The shoulder for her to rest on and vice versa. She knows she shouldn’t and she knows the possibility is limited; but she often found herself wishing it were Hana’s hand in marriage she was chasing. She shakes the thoughts of her head, Hana and her may have kissed once, but she shouldn’t lose focus now.

She brushes her fingers absently through Hana’s hair, a lingering smile plastered on her features. She hums in appreciation as her fingers glide effortlessly through the strands of Hana’s hair, enjoying the comfort of another person. Her heart giddy in her chest, she never had someone in her life that cares about her happiness like Hana does. Nicole’s many exes would refuse to go on a spontaneous trip or even to a free rock concert.

She remembers the excited, nervous energy bustling through the crowd as they hoisted Hana up to crowd surf. Nicole’s ex would’ve never been caught dead letting herself get crowd surfed, even her ex-boyfriends didn’t appreciate the rock scene as she did. Hana however was different though, she did things Nicole loved without hesitation and Nicole would do the same. She knew her and Hana were more than friends despite the mental turmoil she went through, in the short time she’s known her competing for Prince Liam’s hand in marriage she’s learned more and spent more time with Hana than she did the crowned prince.

She wasn’t sure if Hana returned the feelings, she would be happy just being friends even if they both knew their connection was deeper. She would do anything to keep Hana in her life; she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning about Hana and her interests — as friends or lovers. She wanted to return the favor of doing what Hana loves as Hana does for her.

Nicole leans down to place a kiss to Hana’s temple, whose lips curve into a smile in her sleepy state snuggling in closer to the New Yorker. She strokes Hana’s cheek with the back of her hand; feeling the exhaustion of the night starting to hit her. She herself could also use a nap. Nicole leans back in her seat, her fingers never leaving Hana’s hair as she lets her eyes close hoping her dreams would keep this feeling in her chest alive.

She didn’t know at the time, but this was the moment she truly fell in love with Hana Lee.

[karahalloway]

A Leviathan Surprise

Fandom: TRR

Series: None - this is a one-shot

Pairings: Maxwell Beamont x Bertrand Beaumont (nothing sexual - just brotherly love)

Synopsis: Maxwell unveils a larger than life surprise for Bertrand's birthday

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: Posh British swearing, using the Lord's name in vain, oversized squid

A/N1: This is my off-the-cuff submission for Day 4: Friends and Family of the inaugural Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week, hosted by @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation.

A/N2: The idea for this one-shot was actually born back in December when @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation reblogged this post by @fictionangyl featuring the cover photo and the question 'Think Bertrand would approve of a little redecorating at Ramsford? 🤔' and the general consensus was 'no' 🤣 But I got inspired by the pic and the comments and decided that I had to immortalise this visual in a fic, because it was too perfect to pass up!

A/N3: I know I normally write in first person POV, but this drabble came to me in third person, so here we are 😇

A/N4: Since Bertrand is 33 at the start of (Un)Common Attraction, I guess that means that this fic takes place 3 years before the start of the social season.

A Leviathan Surprise

Maxwell was giddy with excitement.

Scratch that.

He was positively bursting with anticipation!

Bertrand was going to be home any minute now, and the young Beaumont could not wait to surprise his older brother with his... Well, surprise.

It was Bertrand's birthday, after all...

And even though Bertrand hadn't wanted a fuss made, much less a party thrown — because, let's face it, they were broke — when one of his thousands of Insta followers had tagged him in a post featuring this jewel of divine inspiration, Maxwell had known: THIS was it... the perfect birthday present for his brother.

The fact that it had cost the better part of an arm and a leg and had required several hundred dedicated man-hours to accomplish was besides the point.

Bertrand was going to love it!

And that's all that mattered.

Because this year — of all years — Bertrand deserved to be treated. And a bit of financial bother was not going to stop Lord Breakdance from properly commemorating his brother's epic milestone.

The big 3-0.

Bertrand was now officially (and irreconcilably) a grown-up.

So what better way to celebrate (or commiserate?) than by killing two birds with one stone?

The painting gallery had always held a special place in the Beaumont brothers' hearts. In large part because it was where their mother's portrait hung — young, beautiful, full of life, she beamed out at the viewer even though it was against the conventions of formal portraiture.

But then, their mother had never been a stickler for the rules...

...probably why everyone said Maxwell took after her.

But a dreadful summer thunderstorm last year had sent a 100-year old oak tree crashing through the roof of the wing of the House that the gallery sat in, leaving an unsightly hole in the ceiling. Which — even though it had been patched — had never been completely made new.

We have more important things to allocate our meagre funds on, Bertrand kept reminding him every time the subject was raised.

Well, no longer!

Maxwell had taken matters into his own hands — raising a chunk of the money through livestreamed charity breakdance-offs with prominent YouTubers, and receiving the shortfall via a last-minute cheque made out by a well-heeled benefactor — to not only bring the painting gallery back to its former glory, but to improve it!

Bertrand was going to love it.

He was sure of it.

In fact, he had never been more sure of anything in his life!

...apart from the time he had bought an entire ostentation of peacocks so he could perform a peacock wedding.

Because what better way to celebrate the fact that these beautiful birds mated for life?

...or was the swans...?

It didn't matter. The point was that Maxwell had become ordained so he could perform the ceremony of the two fowl becoming one with the necessary sanctity and gravitas.

And his brother deserved the same level of commitment and dedication to detail as those beautiful birds had gotten through the course of the two-and-a-half hour long marriage affair.

Just with a lot less poop.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Maxwell!" cried Bertrand, storming into the picture gallery. "What in the blazes is so urgent that it couldn't—? Oh, good God...!"

The elder Beaumont froze as he laud eyes on the centre-piece of the newly renovated space — the gargantuan papermaché kraken that sat suspended upside-down from the ceiling like some nefarious, overgrown bat, waiting to pounce (or fall?) on its unsuspecting victims.

The ominous creaking of the wires that held in in place didn't help matters either.

"Happy birthday, Bertrand!" exclaimed Maxwell, rushing up to crush his big brother in a celebratory hug. "May your—"

Bertrand deftly sidestepped the ill-timed PDA to thrust his finger accusingly at the ceiling. "What... in the name of all that is holy... is THAT?!"

"Your birthday present!" grinned Maxwell, completely unfazed by his brother's rapidly twitching eyelid. "Do you like it?"

Bertrand was visibly trembling. "It's... it’s..."

"Gorgeous?" prompted Maxwell. "Glorious? Utterly res—?"

"IT'S AN ABOMINATION!"

Maxwell's face fell. "Oh."

"What in the devil possessed you to conceive of, let alone spend money — money which we do not have, might I add! — on such a massive piece of macabre monstrousness!"

"I thought you'd like it..." Maxwell muttered sheepishly.

"Like it?" Bertrand spluttered incredulously. "I’d like to clobber you over the head with it! I'd—!"

A lone sniffle escaped the younger Beaumont...

...and Bertrand's shoulders fell.

"Oh, bugger..." he muttered under his breath.

Stepping up to what was left of his family, he laid a consolatory hand on his sibling's shoulder. "My apologies, brother. That was crass of me. I shouldn't have—"

"You hate it," lamented Maxwell, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No, no!" objected Bertrand quickly. "I... I was simply caught off guard. It's not everyday that you see a giant cephalopod dangling from the ceiling."

"It's okay if you hate it..." whispered Max. "I... I'll just get it taken down and—"

"You will do no such thing!" admonished the elder Beaumont. "You've already frittered away God-knows how many hundreds of guilders on—"

"Thousands," corrected Maxwell.

"Thousands?" squeaked Bertrand, going deathly pale. "Oh, dear Lord in Heaven...!"

"2,375.97 to be exact," clarified Maxwell. "And that was just the materials."

Bertrand wheezed asthmatically.

"But it was all funded by charitable donations."

Bertrand snapped his head up. "Charitable? Donations? Who in their right mind would—?"

"Fund the creation of a one-of-a-kind avant-garde art installation?" asked Leo, stepping out from behind a neo-Greek pillar.

"And spend hundreds of man-hours elbows-deep in papermaché and glue?" added Chris, emerging from behind a curtain.

"Not to mention risk life and limb trying to attach the damn thing to the ceiling..." grumbled Drake.

"You?!" demanded Bertrand with wide eyes. "You were behind this?"

"We... may have contributed our respective skills-sets," admitted Leo with a sly smile.

"If by 'contribute' you mean 'got press ganged'..." muttered Drake.

"But it was all Maxwell's idea," added Chris. "He organised the fundraising, the equipment, the workmen, even the tea and biscuits."

"Those were good biscuits..." agreed Leo with a far-away look.

Bertrand turned back to his brother. "You... you project managed this shambles? By yourself?"

Maxwell shrugged. "I had to keep it a surprise."

"Oh, you silly muppet," sighed Bertrand as he wrapped his brother into an uncommon embrace. "There's hope for you after all..."

"So... does that mean you like it?" asked Maxwell, hope sparking in his baby-blue eyes.

"I... I think it may be a somewhat of an acquired taste..." admitted Bertrand with a shudder. "But I'm proud of you, brother. You finally showed me that you have what it takes to be a true Beaumont."

"A hereditary obsession with squid?"

"Pluck," smiled Bertrand, clapping his younger sibling on the shoulder affectionately. "And that is the best birthday present a brother can ask for."

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[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC Writer's Pick - Top 3 of 2022

Thank you to all of our lovely fandom creators who contributed! We are so lucky to have you sharing your gifts with us!

Links to fics can be found below:

@aallotarenunelma

Timeline Collapse (It Lives Anthology) | Dan Pierce x F!MC; Parker Shaw x F!MC; NB!MC (ILW); F!MC (ILW)

Ribbons of Light (ILITW) | Dan Pierce x F!MC

At Dawn, A New Horizon (ID) | Cassius Harlow x NB!MC

@angelasscribbles

Bad Romance [Series] (TRR) | Various Pairings 18+ Content

Savage Love [Series] (TRR) | Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC 18+ Content

Eidolon [Series] (TRR) | Various Pairings 18 + Content

@bebepac

A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 1 (TRR) | Liam Rys x MC

The Vampires Live On: Part 2 (TRR) |Liam Rys x MC

The Cordonian Arrangement: Dreams Broken Heart (TRR) | MC x M!OC, Liam Rys x MC

@cariantha

I See You (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Allergic to You (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Hot Ones (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@coffeeheartaddict2

First Impressions (OH) | Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

Better Days (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC 18+ Content

Clearing the Air (OH) | Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

@genevievemd

The Year Between Chapter 21: Dearly Beloved (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Lover (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC 18+ Content

Picture to Burn (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@headoverheelsforramsey

Dil Na Jaaneya ~ The Heart Doesn’t Know (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

The Seal of the Zeal Part 3 (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Back to the Beginning (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@jamespotterthefirst

Fearless (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Too Much to Ask (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Thunder (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@jerzwriter

Friends* [Series] (OH) | Tobias Carrick x F!MC 18+ Content

Where it Goes from Here (OH) | Tobias Carrick x F!OC, F!MC

Comfort & Joy (WTD) | Eli Sipes x F!MC

@karahalloway

(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 13 - Invidia (Part 1) (TRR) | Drake Walker x F!OC 18+ Content

(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Extraction - Masterlist (TRR) | Drake Walker x F!OC 18+ Content

Sleepless in New York Chapter 7: Take My Breath (TRR) | Drake Walker x F!OC 18+ Content

@liaromancewriter

Just a Crush (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

When I'm With You (OH) | Sienna Trinh x M!OC

Sibling Rivalry (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Sienna Trinh x M!OC

@missameliep

Like Poetry (BOLAS) | Tyril Starfury x f!human!MC 18+ Content

Safe [Series] (WTD) | Troy Hassan x F!MC 18+ Content

Second Chances Chapter 22: A Beautiful Night (D&D) | Ernest Sinclaire

@noesapphic

Trying Their Best (D&D) | Ernest Sinclaire x F!MC

The Cursed Heiress Chapter 15: Face Your Fate (D&D) | D&D F!MC

The Dowager's Tale (D&D) | D&D F!OC

@peonierose

How Were We Ever Strangers (OH) | Bryce Lahela x F!OC

Bittersweet Symphony (OH) Bryce Lahela, F!OC x M!OC

Home is Where the Heart Is (OH) | Bryce Lahela x F!OC

@peonyblossom

What if it's now? (HU) | Thomas Hunt x F!MC 18+ Content

I'll Make This Feel Like Home (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

The Cat & His Lady (OH) | Bryce Lahela x F!OC

@potionsprefect

Puppy Love (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Back for More (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Diagnostic Principles Heist (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@storyofmychoices

I Love Your Hugs (BOLAS) | Mal Volari x F!OC

Lazy Afternoon (WTD) | Troy Hassan x F!MC

Father & Son (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

@theartoflovingthomashunt

My Forever (HU) | Thomas Hunt x F!OC

Feel Better (RCD) | Thomas Hunt x F!OC

April Showers (RCD) | Thomas Hunt x F!OC

@trappedinfanfiction

Marooned (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

All Grown Up (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Until the End (OH) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

[griffinsabina]

[uselessgay10101]

I would've appreciated a bit more torture and gore when we got our asses kidnapped.

It would've added a bit more FLAVOR to the mix

[bebepac]

Top 3 Thursday

Here we goooooooooo!!!!! Here are my favorite Pixeberry stories!

I guess I’m showing my age here that out of all the books old and new these are the ones that I gravitate towards which were ironically some of the first stories I read when I started playing the choices App.  

TRR:  I have always been a fan of the “underdog”.   In TRR the MC Riley Brooks is the complete underdog that wouldn’t have that opportunity to do something like what she did, given her background and I find that appealing.  Then enter this handsome prince in disguise stage left, that is absolutely enamored with her.   Yes!!!  And of course, if any of you follow my works, TRR is the majority of the fanfic that I write on the fandom, though I write them being in royal and not royal backgrounds. 

Perfect Match: Immediately not going to lie, I could feel the vibe between MC and Damien from the beginning, but he didn’t act on it.  Hayden shows up, and he is confident, and wants to spend time with you.  Did I have a feeling something was up with him as the story went on?  Yes. But I was still intrigued by the storyline and felt for my MC. I also was a fan the movie Bicentennial Man that has a similar basis to it.  

The Freshman: I love this one because it takes me back to a carefree time in my life.  My college years were packed with a lot of the things that happened in the freshman.  I had never been away from my family for a significant amount of time before, and I had a lot to learn, and I learned a lot about myself. I loved the freshman because a lot of it was relatable to that person I was at that time period of my life.  Which also sparked me using some of the characters writing my own version of the Freshman, with a TRR crossover component.

[twinkleallnight]

Around the (stamping)world

Book: TRR AU

Characters: Rashad x Kiara, Noah their son.

Word count: 1938

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Fluff

A/N: Rashad came up with writing little notes of love for Kiara in Loving a polyglot . They got their happily ever after with their son Noah in OUAT here . This following fic happens when a young lad Noah tries to learn more from his mother.

Prompt:

Day 3: around the world for @kiaratheronappreciationweek

Handwritten letters for @choicesmonthlychallenge

"Noah! Stop! Non!" Kiara screamed.

Noah was giggling and running away with a folder tucked under his arm.

"Noah, you can't take that." Kiara warned him again.

"Na na na na na." Noah sang an annoying tone, finding a safe distance from his mother.

At ten, he was almost touching Kiara's height. He sported a hair style the same as his father with his wavy black hair that Kiara loved so much. His dusky skin resembled that of Kiara and as Rashad would proudly say, he took after his mother where the gray matter was concerned.

Kiara saw an opening and dived to catch Noah but missed it. Noah ran to his father, trying to take shelter.

Rashad was sitting in his chair in the study when Noah barged in, "Pappy, help! Save this from Maman."

But Kiara was trailing right behind. "Rashad, don't!"

Rashad was sandwiched between both of them. He was twisted and twirled in his rolling chair, left and right, by the push given by the mother and the son. Kiara failed in her attempt to get hold of Noah.

"Guys, guys, guys…" he kept saying but between Kiara's shrieks and Noah's laughter he was hardly heard. As if he didn't exist. He decided to get up, pushing his chair away with a jerk. His long arms went one across each of them. With his large frame,he had both of them in his grip. He then asked, "What's the matter? What is driving both of you crazy?"

Kiara quickly filled in, "Rashad, he has my travelogue."

"So?"

She rolled her eyes, swatting his arm that curled around her waist, holding her tight. "It has the notes. Your notes!" She tried to remind him in code words.

"Oh!" As if lightning struck him, he let go of Kiara and picked up Noah with much ease.

"You little guy. Hand it over." Rashad tickled him. Noah started throwing his legs in the air but he held the folder snuggly to his chest, as firm as Rashad's grip was around his waist. Rashad sent him into a hysterical laughter till he retrieved the folder.

"Not fair, not fair!" Cried Noah.

Rashad handed the folder to Kiara, hugging her, and addressing Noah, " They say everythings fair in love and war, my child."

Then he groaned in Kiara's ear,"Don't remind me of those notes." He gave her a peck.

Kiara giggled and pushed him away.

Noah just scrunched his nose, "Eww!"

Rashad straightened his tee shirt and cleared his throat.

"Oh! No." Noah anticipated the lecture he was going to get, just with that gesture from his father.

"Why did you steal that folder, Noah?"

Noah hung his head in defeat and mumbled."And the hearing begins."

"Noah!" Rashad said in a stiff tone. Kiara hooked her hand around Rashad's arm to try to lighten the situation. Rashad patted on her hand to let her know that he wasn't going too harsh with this.

"Noah?" Rashad called again.

Noah made a whining sound before continuing,"Mom had told me she has a huge collection of stamps in her travelog folder. I was just trying to see those stamps for my school project but she started acting funny when I took her folder."

"Did you take her permission before taking that folder?"

Noah lowered his eyes and shook his head. His lips pouted in a cute manner.

"That's your first mistake. Never touch anything that doesn't belong to you, without the owner's approval."

Noah nodded in agreement.

"And you, Kiki." He turned to Kiara. "Why are my notes in your travelog?"

Kiara's eyes widened. Rashad turned his back to Noah and gave her a pleading look to just play along.

Kiara snickered but then replied, " I was planning to give them to you today. After all, they are such important documents." She fanned her hands and raised her brows dramatically.

Rashad rolled his eyes. Kiara was such a tease.But her next words threw him in panic mode. "In fact, Noah? Why don't I leave this folder with you and your father. He can take care of his important papers and give you details of those stamps too." Noah's eyes lit up.

"Won't you, Rashad?" Kiara batted her eyelashes.

Rashad would always surrender when it came to giving lessons to Noah. He took a quick U- turn from his stance. " You can give my notes to me and I will leave you two for Noah's project."

Kiara narrowed her eyes at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, "I think you are the best to do that job. You know, explaining things to Noah.

Kiara placed the folder on the table to open it, maintaining her eye contact with Rashad. She had a serious look on her face trying to control her laughter at Rashad's tense look. He was worried about their child finding out all the romantic letters he had written for Kiara, the ones she was referring to as 'notes'.

The folder opened and like a rainfall, came out all the colourful envelopes that carried Rashad's emotions in them. He quickly went on his knees to collect them. Noah like a good boy, stepped ahead to help his father

" No need! I will manage, I will manage." Rashad called on the top of his voice.

Noah looked at his mother in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders but kept giving a mischievous smile.

'What's so special in these envelopes?' The whole drama and his father over reacting, made Noah more curious. But he thought of asking his mother later.

Rashad nodded when he was done collecting his belongings. Kiara mouthed, "Poor baby!" Rashad bent forward to whisper in her ear, " I am going to read each of these as you go through the related stamps. And I am sitting right here in this room, looking at you."

Kiara blushed at the thought of the messages he used to leave for her in those envelopes. He occupied the couch in the corner and waved to them to continue their work. Kiara sat facing Rashad while Noah was seated with his back to his father.

Kiara asked, "Sais tu, Noah, why did I enjoy collecting these stamps?"

"Let me guess. Grandpa has a coin collection. So, did you want your own kind of collection?"

Kiara chuckled, "Non silly. It is because it gives so much knowledge in history, geography, cultures, beliefs, and possibly a greater understanding of other languages."

"How?"

She opened the first page of the stamp album that had 5 stamps and each had a profile picture of some person.

She pointed to the first one that depicted a queen. "This was the first adhesive stamp. It is called 'penny black' showing Queen Victoria of Britain."

Noah, as inquisitive as he was, questioned, "If this is the first, how were they sending letters before this? Pigeons? Or owls like in Harry Potter?"

Kiara laughed, "Non. It was normal for the recipient to pay postage on delivery, charged by the sheet and on distance travelled. But the costs were very high. Cher. This prepaid stamp made it like a flat rate for upto half an ounce of letters regardless of distance."

She pointed to the next ones in line, "This is the first one from France of Goddess Ceres, this is our neighbour Greece's that shows Large Hermes' head, these are from the United States the five cent one has Benjamin Franklin's and the ten cent has George Washington's image."

She then pointed at the corner most, "And this one here is the first Cordonian stamp. Can you guess who it is?"

Noah looked carefully at the perforated edges, trying to read the name but he didn't recognise the script. "Must be ancient greek." He murmured to himself.

Kiara watched him keenly as he went into the details and peered at the image of a warrior's profile laced in armour.

He continued,"Looks like a lady. A lady, who fought wars for Cordonia." He jumped in his chair. "It's Queen Kenna Rhys, right?"

"Atta boy!" Rashad chimed in. Kiara stared at him.

Rashad complained, "What? I can sit in a corner and listen, can't I?"

She shook her head, concealing her smile. Noah was looking at the piece of white envelope stuck on the page with a red seal waffer image on it. It had a tiny heart engraved. "Maman? What is this?"

Kiara looked at it , then at Rashad and said, "The Scinde Dawk, first of Asia's. I never had a real one but your father gifted me this rare lithography of the original one."

"In one of those envelopes?" Noah whispered.

Rashad overheard the conversation and shifted uneasily in his place. 'Why is this little guy so smart?' he grumbled and tried to hide his face behind the envelopes he was holding. To add to his embarassment, Kiara chortled at Noah's remark.

"Okay look at these," she flipped the page to show Noah a page full of stamps showing mountains. "Try figuring these."

Noah read the first one, "Helve…. Helvetia? Where is that?"

"It's an old name of the country you know as Switzerland. The official Latin name is still Confederatio Helvetica."

"Ooooh!"

He read a few others- Lourdes of France, Mount Everest of Nepal, Rocky stamp of Canada, Norge of Norway, Abanthus-Lythikos of Cordonia. Besides the cordonian stamp he noticed a blue tag. He sheepishly looked at his father who was fidgeting with a similar colour blue envelope. "Pappy? I think a piece of your envelope got stuck in here"

Rashad hurriedly checked the envelope for a missing part. He looked back at his son, shaking his head, "No that's not possible."

Kiara took pity over Rashad's flustered state and came up with a plan. "Noah? Now that Pappy has taken what he needs, why not carry this folder to your room and study it for yourself. We can discuss it tomorrow."

"The whole thing? I take it?" Noah asked excitedly.

"Oui. You can."

"Thank you Maman." He kissed her and left with the folder.

Kiara smiled at Rashad,"Si? How many did you read?"

Rashad patted the seat next to him. "It's no fun to read them alone. Makes me think of things we should do together."

"Like…?" Kiara asked while snuggling next to him.

Rashad kept the envelopes aside and let his fingers slip through her straight tresses, "Like play with your beautiful black hair." He cupped her face, "keep looking at your bright eyes." He placed a tender kiss on the top of her nose and was about to say something when there was a knock at the door.

He straightened and called out the intruder. "What do you want now, Noah?"

Noah stumbled and peeped into the room. "Pappy, this looks like your handwriting…"

"What is it?"

"Oh I found something in here and it says,..."

"Noah, you can't!" Rashad scrambled, trying to get up but Noah had already started reciting.

"To hold you close, to have you near

To Have My Breath Against Your Ear"

Rashad interjected, "Why you little guy! Stop, I said."

But Noah continued,

"Whispering the words I long to say

Being able to show you my passion in that special way…."

Rashad leapt after him and Noah was running away, reading the words aloud from the page in his hand.

"To hold you close, to have you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whispering the words I long to say

Being able to show you my passion in that special way…"

Kiara doubled up laughing as she heard Rashad shouting, "Noah! Stop! No!"

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[foreverethereal123]

Fuck it. I am curious. Let's do this

Note : Excluding the old people/parents because I fear they would not survive the night and we hate all TRR parents anyway. They be giving their kids Mommy and daddy issues like candy cane on Christmas

P. S - See tags for more ✨insight✨

[masked-alien-lesbian]

HLAW Day 3: AU

Build-A-Bear Date

Pairing: Hana Lee x Raelyn (nonbinary OC)

AU Summary: A boarding school student Hana Lee x public school child of the staff Raelyn. A rich girl Hana x poor kid Raelyn story. Being from a rich family, Hana isn't really suppose to become friends with a "staffie" a kid of a staff member. All staff members and their families can live on campus but the kids have to attend a local public school and is discouraged to interact with the boarding school students. Will that stop a friendship from forming between Hana and Raelyn? Or will something else form between the 2 teenagers?

Hana stops at the sight of the brightly colored yellow and red store, the entrance flanked by plastic teddy bears.

"Uh, Rae? Are you sure this is right? I think this store is only for children." Hana asks nervously, Raelyn grins excitedly.

"Nah, Build-A-Bear is for all ages. No one is too old for a stuffed friend. Do you trust me?" Raelyn asks holding a hand out to Hana prompting a memory of the first day they met.

"Hah, what an embarrassment! The social climber actually thinks she can sit with us?" A beautiful but snobby blonde says snidely, causing her lackeys to giggle mean laughs. Tears welled up in Hana's eyes and she crys out when a smirking redhead knocks her textbooks out of her hands, causing her papers to scatter all over the floor.

Mercifully the bullies walked off as Hana tearfully bends down to pick up her papers. Suddenly ripped jeans and scuffed up converses appeared next to her and the owner of the outfit, that was in violation of the school's dress code, bends down to join Hana and help her gather her papers.

"Don't pay them girls any mind, their parents obviously don't love them so they take it out on you. I'm Raelyn." Hana gape at the kind eyes of her helper that's handing her papers back to her, smiling warmly.

"I-I'm Hana. T-thank you." Hana shyly says. Raelyn seems to light up even more and they offer their hand to Hana who takes it.

Ever since then Hana's life has never been the same.

Hana smiles and takes Raelyn's hand, "of course I trust you." Raelyn grins and leads Hana into the brightly colored whimsical store.

"I remember you said your parents wouldn't let you have a toy growing up, now is your chance to make yourself a friend!" Raelyn fans out their hand towards the wall of stuff animal options.

"Aren't you my friend?" Hana asks playfully.

"Of course! But this friend is allowed in your dorms at night. This one you can hug and squeeze when I'm not around."

Hana blushes and look away at the wall, her eyes sweeping across all the options.

"I'm not sure where to start."

"It's okay! Take your time. Pick the one that speaks the loudest to you, the one that grabs your attention the most." Raelyn says.

Looking across the options, Hana's eyes keep coming back to a frog.

"Maybe that one?" Hana asks pointing to the frog on the wall. Raelyn smiles and pulls an unstuffed frog plushie out of the bin.

"This one look cute enough for you?" Raelyn asks waving the froggie's face towards Hana. Hana bites her lip at how cute Raelyn looks peering back at her and nods before her brow furrows.

"Yes but...it's a little...limp?" Hana says unsure, Raelyn grins.

"Right this minute yeah, but now we stuff him or her or them." Raelyn says, leading Hana to a machine with a worker standing there smiling.

"Ready?" The worker asks and at Raelyn nod, takes the frog, fixes the hole in the back of the frog to a pipe sticking out of the strange machine, and with a press of a pedal begins to fill the frog up with stuffing. Suddenly the worker stops.

"Now if you one of you could pick a heart out and give it a kiss, I can finish stuffing your friend."

Raelyn points at a basket of little fabric hearts attached to the side of the machine and Hana reaches in and grabs one. Hana kisses the heart and hands it to Raelyn. Raelyn kisses the heart on the same side of Hana's kiss,looking straight into her eyes. Hana's gasp is lost in the sound of the worker finishing the stuffing process.

Soon the frog is stuffed and sewn up and in Hana's arms. Raelyn leads Hana to the wall and racks of little clothes, hats and shoes.

"Oh wow! We can dress him up?" Hana asks excitedly. Raelyn nods.

"You bet! Whatever outfit you want."

Eventually the two decide on cute little overalls and after printing off his birth certificate, they head to the cash register.

"Wait, you don't want to make one for yourself?" Hana asks.

"Nah, my other stuffed buddies would get jealous." Leaving out that they couldn't afford to buy Hana's and a second one, but Raelyn didn't mind. They were just happy to be able to give Hana this experience.

Later as they were walking through the mall, Hana sighs heavily.

"My parents won't let me keep him though." Hana says sadly.

"Then he can stay with me when you go home on break."

"Really? You don't mind?" Hana asks hopefully.

"Of course not! Besides he's kinda my son too, right?" Raelyn says a blush darkening their cheeks, Hana blushes too and nods, nervously giggling, before shyly grasping one of Raelyn's hands. Raelyn twines their fingers together and both teenagers' hearts fluttered in their chest.

Hours later after eating supper at a food truck, another first for Hana, Raelyn takes Hana back to her dorms. They're lightly swinging their joined hands when they come to a stop at the side of Hana's dorms. Neither are in a rush to let go though.

"I had fun today, Raelyn."

"Really? You're not just being nice are you?" Raelyn asks bashful. Hana giggles.

"Of course not! I really had fun today! I always have fun when I'm with you. You're always showing me new things but you never make fun of me or think less of me because I'm inexperienced at them." Hana says.

"I'm glad you had a good day. Next time we'll go to the arcade!" Hana giggles.

"I'm sure it'll be fun too, whatever that is." The two stand there smiling at each other for a moment before Raelyn breaks the silence.

"Hana?" Their voice cracks in nervousness. "Uh, can I...maybe kiss you?" Hana's lips part in surprise but she eagerly nods. Raelyn slowly leans toward Hana, giving her time to change her mind but Hana tilts her head and meets Raelyn's lips with her own.

They're both still for a moment, unsure and inexperienced but slowly they begin to shift. Noses bump but then they find their rhythm and the kiss is sweet and perfect. Perfect for a first kiss. They pull back, matching blushing cheeks and excited smiles.

"I'll uh let you go before you're late for curfew, but that was amazing." Raelyn says looking at Hana hopefully. Hana nods her eyes shining like stars.

"Yes! That was...that was everything." Hana says breathlessly. Hana walks to the door of the building and looks back at Raelyn.

"Sweet dreams Rae." Hana says warmly to the still blushing teen.

"Good night Hana."

Hana walks into her room and pulls out Jaime the frog. She looks at him for a second before squealing giddy and hugging him tight. Not knowing that across the campus, Raelyn was just as giddy dancing a little happy jig around a light pole on their back to their own room.

@hanaleeappreciationweek

@sazanes

@lizzybeth1986

[angelasscribbles]

Monuments Day 3. I think Apple wood counts.

@kingliamappreciationweek @lizzybeth1986 @sazanes

Applewood

From the apple orchards to the rustic décor, this country estate, nestled in the heart of Cordonia, captures the country's spirit perfectly. The private residence has been in the Rys family for generations, and the royal family traditionally spend several weeks here every summer. The grounds are opened to the public annually for the Apple Blossom Festival, a week long extravaganza that kicks off the beginning of the apple harvest season. The festivities, which include apple tasting, a baking contest, games, rides, music, and wine tasting ends with a country jamboree.

[resetmypatientviolence]

Whether old or new to the fandom, or if you just want to read something sad, my fic "Why Her?" is now posted on Ao3 & Updated in the masterlist archive (linkwise, not content wise).

Why Her? by drakewalkerwhipped on Ao3