#choices trr 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

[twinkleallnight]

Book: TRR AU/ Once upon a time prequel

Belongs to my series: Estranged part 5

Pairings:Liam x Savannah

Word count:2502

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: none

Prompt: The @kingliamappreciationweek (day 2:Vanilla ) thank you @lizzybeth1986 beta reading this.

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Liam had promised Savannah that he won't meet Fabian without her permission but he couldn't control himself. ‘I am only going to watch from a distance. I am not meeting him so technically I am keeping my word.’ he thinks. And so when Savannah walks down to Fabian's day care he discreetly follows her.

He eagerly waits behind the dense hedge of the Mastic tree, for Savannah to come out of the day care. Liam's heart soars high at the first sight of his son. He is mesmerized at the sight of his own miniature form trotting down along with a grown up Savannah. He steps back to keep away from them. They cross over, Fabian busy narrating the events of the day to his mother. He picks up on their conversation. Fabian is explaining, “....I told her it's simply milk, cream and plain vanilla, isn't it mother?” Savannah nods. Fabian punches his fist in air. “I knew it. I couldn't be wrong with my favourite drink.”

‘He likes Vanilla, just like me!’ Liam is excited on discovering a tiniest detail about his son. He wants to know more but he has to patiently wait for Savannah’s call. He starts walking back to his hotel. Seeing Fabian with Savannah takes his mind to the memories of yesteryears when he was with his mother…..

Little Liam walked with a skip to his mother. She could see through his focused eyes that he had an agenda in his mind. He stopped a few steps away from her and stood with his arms pushed back, his fingers wrapped tightly around each other behind his back.

“Mother, when are we going to visit Drake’s place?” He asked, hiding his nervousness.

“After two days my son,” Eleanor replied wondering where his thoughts are wavering. “why?”

“Oh, it is nothing, mother.” Liam tried to make it light.

Eleanor pulled him to her holding both his arms. “I can see you are pretty excited about something. What is going on in that smart head of yours?”

He brought his hands ahead, fidgeting with Eleanor’s scarf. Coyly, he raised his eyes to her. “I… I am fond of the vanilla shake that Drake’s mom whips.”

“Aahaan ! So you want to visit them just for that milkshake. I bet I can make one too” Eleanor teased.

Liam jerked back. “Not just any milk shake, mother. It’s Bianca’s special vanilla milkshake. Besides, playing around their cozy little rooms with Savannah.” He tried reasoning.

“I never knew you like to play with that little girl.”

“I meant Drake and Savannah.” Liam added.

“Hmm. So Drake and Savannah?”

“And Vanilla shake.” Liam reminded her.

“And the vanilla shake.” Eleanor repeated. “You are sure you are not hiding anything else ?”

“No mother, it’s Vanilla milkshake.” Liam laughed shyly.

Savannah’s home. Lozzi village, Corsica.

Savannah had narrated many bedtime stories about King Liam to Fabian and she had narrated many stories about his father though she was always careful not to overlap any of those. But today everything seems difficult. She tries to speak to Fabian throughout the day and each time she finds herself beating around the bush. She always thought she would be ready and exhilarated to introduce Fabian to his father. Now she is at a loss of words.

After dinner, Fabian makes his bed with his mother and gets under the covers. Savannah keeps roaming around his room still pondering where to start.

“Mom?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Are you worried about something?”

She stops replacing things idly and looks at him, “Not exactly, dear.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

Savannah leaves everything aside and moves towards his bed to sit beside him. “You didn't…Why would you say that?”

“Because I can see you picking up the same things and placing them back again, going round and round the room. You do that when something is bothering you.”

“Oh Fabian!” Savannah bends down to place a kiss on his forehead. “You are such a sweetheart . Always so observant and caring.” ‘Just like your father’, she thinks.

“Does this mean there is something nagging you?”

“Nothing, dear. Actually it's just that… I want to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

She pats on his blanket and moves her fingers gently through his golden locks. “You remember, you lost that set of colour pens I gifted you last Christmas?”

“That one? I found it, mom. It was just misplaced under the pile of my colouring sheets.”

“And how did it feel, getting it back?”

He claps his hands gleefully, “I was so glad, I found those. They are the best gift.”

Savannah smiles. “What if I tell you that you are going to get the best gift you could have ever wished for?”

“What could that thing be?”

“Fabian, it's not a thing. It's a person who wants to meet you.”

“Do I know them?”

“Yes, you know him by certain names , now you will see him right in front of your eyes.”

“Does he know me?”

“Yes, very well.”

“Is he important to you, mother?” he asks in a serious tone making Savannah smile. His change of tone taking the matter at hand seriously reminds her again of the similarities he shares with Liam.

“Yes. He is someone very important.”

“Someone like….do you mean… like is there... is he… is he your boyfriend?”

Savannah laughs out loudly at that and starts shaking her head in denial.

Fabian pouts his lower lip and lowers his eyelids in embarrassment. “I am sorry. I just…”

Savannah cuddles him up. “You don’t have to be. Fabian, it’s time you meet your family, my child. He is one of the important part of our family. Let’s just meet once and then we take it ahead from there.”

The word family has Fabian thrilled. He has been patiently waiting to see uncles and aunts, grandparents and cousins like all other children do. He leaps at the opportunity. “Okay, when are we meeting?”

“Whenever you are comfortable.”

“I am ready, mom. Like, right now .” he emphasizes with his small hands.

“That’s great. Although right now won’t nd possible. How about breakfast tomorrow?”

“I would love that, mom” he beams at her.

“Okay, tomorrow morning then it is. Breakfast.”

“Will you be able to make some vanilla shake?”

“Why not. See you my sunshine. Good night. “

“Good night mom.”

Savannah trudges to the bedroom still smiling at Fabian’s vanilla shake request. ‘Like father, like son.’ She remembers how Liam too used to like Vanilla shake . He had once visited with Drake after a polo match and they all had shake made by Savannah.

She got into her bed, remembering the young age fun.......

“What man! I defeated the prince and all I get is a vanilla shake?” Drake whined to Liam.

“Vanilla shake is a good celebration, Drake.” Liam tried to convince.

“Yes, try it.” Savannah said walking in with three tall glasses in a tray.

“Cheers!” said Liam, picking up his glass.

Without a minute to waste he took a big sip and so did Savannah while Drake just watched them in disinterest.

“Who has vanilla shake for celebrating a victory?” he was mumbling when he heard his sister giggle.

He followed her gaze settling on Liam’s face that had a big white moustache of cream. Drake smirked.

“What ?” Liam asked looking between both of them.

She pointed out snickering, “ You got a big Moustache like an old man.”

Instead of wiping it off, Liam got up to look into the reflection on the TV’s black LED screen.

He turned towards Savannah and boomed, “Ho,Ho,Ho. I am Santa Claus. I am here to give you the Christmas present. What do you wish? Tell me young lady and I will grant it.”

Savannah shied looking at Liam’s playful manner and giggled more while Drake rolled his eyes.

She shakes her head to come back to reality and messages Liam inviting him for the breakfast. Next moment she goes into a deep slumber while thinking about the golden days. It has been a long day.

Next morning

Savannah greets Liam and ushers him into her humble abode. There in front him stands his replica. Fabian’s sandy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes are a straightforward giveaway for anyone to see.

Savannah awkwardly smiles and tries to break the ice. “Fabian, Come meet William.” She introduces.

“Good morning Fabian. I am William.” Liam says.

“Good morning sir,I am Fabian.” He moves ahead and shakes his hand in a very formal manner. Liam is surprised and impressed too.

“Pleasure meeting you.”

Savannah guides them to the dining table where Fabian already has his glass placed. “Please have a seat. I will be back in a minute”

She goes to the kitchen leaving them alone for sometime.

Fabian is slurping his favourite Vanilla shake while his eyes are fixed on the man who has come to meet him. Surprisingly his looks are too familiar to him. So he is observing him with his big blue eyes.

Liam smiles at him waiting for Savannah to join them.

“You like Vanilla Shake?”

Fabian nods, “Its my favourite drink.” He swallows in another sip and asks, “What is your favourite?”

“Same as yours.” Liam bends over the small round table, to whisper.

Fabian imitates bending towards him and whispers back . “My Mommy makes the best vanilla shake. You can ask her for some. She won’t deny. She has a big heart.”

Liam straightens. “I know, Fabian. I love the one she makes.”

Savannah walks out of her kitchen holding two glasses and offers one to Liam.

Vanilla shake. His favourite drink that Bianca made, that Savannah learnt and mastered from her mother, that his son is also fond of. He gives out a heavy breath that he didn’t realise he was holding up and takes the drink from her hands and places it on the table.

He gives a dry smile, first time at loss of words.

Savannah nods slightly telling him to wait. She is going to handle it. ‘The way she handled everything in her life. Alone.’ Liam thought. She is stronger than anyone can think of. She is stronger than him. He knows. So he lets her take the reins of this moment.

She sits down beside Fabian, her son and starts. “Fabian, you remember those bedtime stories?” she pulls him into her lap.

“Yes, Mother.” He answers and Liam thinks. ‘Oh, he answers like me!’

“Do you remember, you always felt strongly about one person in particular, in those stories?” Savannah continues.

Fabian nods, stealing a glance at Liam.

‘Was it me?’ Liam questions himself silently.

“Mommy?” Fabian holds on to her hands, “Is he really King Liam?”

While Liam is surprised that his son has recognised him, Savannah isn’t. She knows how her eight year old was smarter than any kid around. She simply nods.

Fabian’s gaze is intense making Liam squirm in his chair. The fear of rejection grappling him. ‘What if … ? ‘

Before Liam’s mind could wander into the threatening possibilities, Fabian shocks him with another question. “Are you my father?”

Liam expected Savannah to tell Fabian about him. But his son is intelligent enough to connect the missing dots. Liam loses control over the stoic appearance he carries. His emotions are raw as he looks at Savannah. She nods at him.

He Is scared, ‘What if…?’ his mind is continuously taking him down the spiral, ‘What if Fabian doesn’t accept me? What if he hates me?’ He shakes away the wild thoughts and swallows. He doesn’t realise his mouth has gone dry. A heavy minute passes before he answers, “Yes.”

Fabian breaks away from his mother’s arms and leaps to hug Liam taking him back with surprise, yet again. His short arms circle Liam’s neck as he hugs tightly, resting his head on Liam’s broad chest.

“I knew it.” He utters. “I knew it, father. I am glad you could come. I am very happy that you came.” He keeps repeating. “ I am sorry, you had to go through so much, Father. I am sorry I couldn’t help you. I am sorry, I wasn’t there to tell you that we love you and we care for you, father. We do, we really, really do. Both Mommy and I do.”

Savannah had told Liam that Fabian knew about him. But he didn’t expect the little one to forget his own hardships and instead console his father. Liam hugs him back, tears falling unfiltered from his eyes, breaking his strong façade of a king. Fabian has not only accepted him but is pouring out all his love and affection forgetting all the wrong that happened. His little boy is already so grown up and he has missed it all! His heart brakes at the thought and he looks up at Savannah.

She sits there, quietly watching the reunion, wiping away her tears. Fabian made her proud. And then, this man! She catches his gaze and he mouths the words at her, ‘Thank you.’

He caresses Fabian, moving his hand over his head and then placing a kiss in his hair. His other hand is still snuggled around his son’s little frame. Fabian looks up and Liam cups his face placing kisses on his forehead and cheeks and the nose and his eyes. He can never get tired of kissing his son but Fabian shakes his head. Liam stops. ‘Does he not like my kisses?’

Fabian shakes his hand while he raises his tiny little fingers and starts wiping Liam’s tears.

‘Oh dear God! I need to learn a lot from my son.’ Liam thinks and smiles through the tears, hugging his son again. He stretches out an arm for Savannah to join in and Fabian circles his one arm around his mother other arm latching on to his father.

After a long time, they finally sit around the small circular table, Fabian settled in Liam’s lap.

Savannah pushes the vanilla shake that sat idly on the table towards Liam.

Liam instantly indulges into his drink. After a gulping half the glass in one go, he smiles at Fabian.

Fabian looks wide eyed at Liam and then back at his mother . He is not sure if he can react in front of his father. When he sees his mother chuckling, he joins in.

Liam gives them a confused look.

“What happened ? He asks.

“You got moustaches like Santa!” Fabian splits into a laughter.

Liam catches Savannah go stiff at mention of Santa. The memories come back to her like a whiplash. Before Fabian could notice his mother’s sad face, Liam jumps at him and grabs him. “Ho,Ho,Ho. I am Santa Claus. I am here to give you the Christmas present. What do you wish? Tell me young boy and I will grant it.” Liam circles his arms around Fabian

Fabian rolls out laughing, “Really?”

“Always!” Liam beams hugging Fabian and looking at Savannah with a promise in his eyes.

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[choices-binglebonkus]

Since the very first book, Kaitlyn’s always been kind of a wild card, but this, I think, is the exact moment her character took a turn for the worse and never recovered.

The gang puts up flyers all around campus for Kaitlyn’s band performances, cheers her on and encourages her when she performs for the first time, the MC helps her reinvent herself with a makeover to boost her confidence, and the gang all goes out of their way to attend Kaitlyn’s band performances even though Natasha and Rachel openly and repeatedly treat them badly just to support their friend.

But then the MC gets knocked down in the mosh pit, Zig leaps to her defense, and then violence erupts all around her and the rest of the gang, through no fault of her own. And what’s Kaitlyn’s first concern after things get violent? Not the safety of the MC or her other friends, but the fact that her band might get blacklisted from the venue because of the fighting.

And then, she even goes so far as to accuse the MC of egging Zig on to get back at her because of the fight she and Abbie had…the fight that stemmed from Kaitlyn’s lack of receptiveness to the concerns Abbie expressed about her skipping classes after late nights with her band.

But somehow…the MC has never been interested in supporting her with the band. Right.

There are definitely worse characters out there…but shit, Kaitlyn grinds my gears like you wouldn’t believe.

[masked-alien-lesbian]

The Lovers: Hana and Raelyn

Lore Tablet:

[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.

[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

[griffinsabina]

[maxwell-beaumont-appreciation]

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[wonder-falcon]

the fake-dating banter was the best part of this book i need a moment 😭😭

[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

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[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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Monuments Day 3. I think Apple wood counts.

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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.

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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

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Ok but genuine question- was TRR (The Royal Romance) book 3 as bad to every li or just Hana?