#choicesoctober2023

[gaiuskamilah]

sketches of (one of) my blades mc eva (+ tyril LOL) for @choicesoctober :D i have blades mcs for each of the LIs so here is my tyrilmancer mc which i also currently use for blades 2. some basics:

human, he/she, bisexual, gender is ?????? but mostly fem-presenting

best friends with mal

most proficient with the bow

ends up living in undermount with tyril/where ever tyril goes. their interracial relationship causes a stir amongst the elves

tends to use light magic a lot

dies of old age and traumatizes tyril forever LOL

i also came up with lore for an AU where eva isn't MC and meets tyril and the others in a different way. details under the cut ↓

eva is born to a poor family in whitetower. he lives in the nooks and crannies where she becomes fast friends with mal and his sister.

he's taken in by the temple of light at age 8 after they find his magical affinity. he lives at the temple for a while before escaping it at age 20. her escape causes an issue for the temple because of her practice of magic outside of temple conventions.

she leaves whitetower and stays in port parnassus.

when eva hears of nia's reformation of the temple he goes back to whitetower to see the change. he's skeptical but hopefully optimistic for the change nia is doing. there he meets mal again and decides to help around his and nia's orphanage.

that's also where eva meets tyril. it takes a few years but they finally get together, but the relationship is on-and-off. they don't end up together for good.

tyril is the elven equivalent of 25; eva is 30 (in this AU).

skills: brawling / deception / medicine / light

[cariantha]

All He Wanted

Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Fluff Word count: 1.5K Prompt: Ethan doesn’t care to celebrate his birthday, but that doesn’t mean he wants to spend it alone. A/N: My Ethan’s birthday is October 5th. This fic takes place during Sawyer’s intern year.

For @choicesoctober event: autumn / favorites things / celebration For @choicesprompts Flufftober 2023 event: Birthday Surprise

It was a crisp autumn morning in early October. The sun was still rising when Sawyer exited the hospital and came face to face with Ethan. 

“Hi! You’re here early,” she greeted, surprisingly perky after a grueling night shift.

“And you’re here late. Wasn’t your shift supposed to end at five?” 

“It did, but after clocking out, I went and checked on Dr. Banerji one more time. He was awake, so I stayed and chatted with him for a bit.” 

“I’m sure he appreciated the company, thank you,” Ethan replied. 

“I think he did. He was all too happy to share several stories about you as an intern,” she smiled devilishly.

While teasing him about getting caught in a supply closet, Sawyer began to shiver. Accustomed to much warmer climates, she had not yet adjusted to the much colder temperatures in Boston, and found herself unprepared nearly every time she went outside.

“Hold this for a minute,” Ethan instructed, handing her his tall cup of steaming hot coffee from Derry’s. 

As he unzipped and removed this jacket, Sawyer was distracted by the words written on the side of his cup. Happy birthday, Ethan! 

Busy processing this bit of information, she was almost startled when Ethan offered her his coat.

“Here,” he said, holding it open for her.

“Oh, thanks…but wait…are you sure you won’t need it later,” she stammered, shifting the coffee from one hand to the other as she slid her arms into the sleeves. 

“I’ll be fine,” Ethan assured, spinning her around and zipping the jacket. When he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hands and cleared his throat, “Sorry, you probably could have done that yourself.”

Sawyer smiled, unfazed.

“Thank you. In Arizona, we would still be wearing shorts and flip-flops this time of year,” she chortled, “I’m still getting used to real fall weather.”

Sawyer handed his coffee back and wondered if he had forgotten about their plans to research Naveen’s case that night. Presumably, he would have other plans for his birthday.

But before she could ask, he confirmed, “Just bring it back tonight.”

“You’re still wanting to work on the case tonight?” 

“Yes…but if you are no longer available, I understand–” 

Sawyer could have sworn she caught a flash of disappointment and quickly interjected, “No! I mean, I am. Available.” 

“Good. My place at seven? If I get delayed checking on Naveen, let yourself in and make yourself at home.” 

“Okay. I’ll see you later,” she nodded, a plan forming in her head as she started toward the train station.

A hot shower and a few hours of sleep later, Sawyer left her apartment on a mission. 

When Ethan arrived home shortly before seven o’clock, he was not expecting to find the lights on.  

“Sawyer?”

“In the kitchen!” she called back.

As Ethan rounded the corner, the kitchen came into full view, and he was taken aback.

“Happy birthday,” she softly exclaimed.

Genuinely surprised, “How…how’d you know?” he asked.

“Your coffee cup this morning.”

“I see. Outed by the coffee rewards program,” he said amused.

On the kitchen island, there was a large paper bag, a bottle of wine and scotch, and a bouquet of chocolate bars with a couple balloons tied around the base. 

“You…you didn’t have to…thank you,” he fumbled for words, sincerely touched.

Sawyer gestured to the two options, “Take a load off and pick your poison. I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I got both.”

Ethan reached for the scotch. While Sawyer hunted down two tumblers, he examined the bottle. 

“This is one of my favorites.”  

It wasn’t the most expensive brand, but a bottle would certainly stretch an intern’s budget. 

“Yeah, I know. I stopped by Donahue’s and asked Reggie what you liked,” she revealed. “That’s actually a gift from him. He insisted when I told him it was for your birthday.”

Ethan shook his head in wonder. “I’ll have to remember to thank him when I see him next.” 

He finally sat and poured a glass, taking a sip and savoring the smooth, smokey flavor. 

Meanwhile, Sawyer busied herself with dinner, removing takeout containers from the paper bag and grabbing plates from the cupboard. She plated his dish and passed it to him. 

Ethan couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked down at the swirl of black pasta on his plate. 

“Is this from Coppa’s?”

“Mm-hmm,” she answered, “...you conveniently mentioned it was one of your favorite restaurants last week.”  

“But I don’t recall telling you Linguine Alla Sepia was my favorite dish,” Ethan countered, twisting the squid ink pasta and Rhode Island calamari around his fork.

“You didn’t. I gave the hostess your phone number and they were able to pull up your previous orders in their system.” She continued, “And in case you’re wondering how I knew about the candy bars, well, you left a wrapper in your coat pocket.”

“First, you discover the secret behind Patient X, and now all of this. I don’t know whether to be impressed or scared,” he poked fun. 

“Or proud that my mentor has instilled in me the importance of listening and observing,” she suggested with a wink.

“What did you order?” Ethan wondered, as Sawyer reached for her meal container. 

“Pizza.”

“Of course you did,” he chuckled.

“Why is that funny?” she asked.

“Rookie, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you would be perfectly content ordering from the kid’s menu.”

“Says the guy eating squid!” Her body trembled in disgust and she pretended to gag, earning a toothy smile from Ethan.

As they dug into their meals, their playful banter eventually faded into a peaceful lull. After a couple minutes, Sawyer finally broke the silence with the question that had been on her mind all day. 

“Hey, why didn’t you cancel for tonight?”

“Why would I?” he asked innocently, taking another bite of pasta.

“Surely you had better things to do on your birthday. Dinner with your family? Drinks with friends? A date?”

From the corner of his eye, Ethan could see her staring down and picking at her pizza, appearing almost nervous. 

“My dad and I usually go out to dinner. He’s coming up this weekend,” he explained. “To be honest, I don’t care much for the attention, or for people making a big fuss.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry if I–,” she started.

Covering her hand with his own, he cut her off, “This is perfect, Sawyer. Thank you.”

As the evening wore on, they enjoyed the rest of their meals, drank, talked, and laughed. When it was time for dessert, Sawyer lit a candle, pressing it into Ethan’s tiramisu. She spared them both a solo rendition of the birthday song.

“Make a wish,” she insisted, holding the plate a few inches away.

Ethan’s eyes flitted between the burning candle and Sawyer’s eyes before he blew it out.

Neither had realized how much time had passed until Sawyer cleared the dessert plates and noticed the late hour on the microwave’s digital display. 

“Wow, is that really the time?”

Checking his watch, Ethan too realized it had gotten late. Much too late to start any research on the case.

“I’ll find some time tomorrow to review the new case studies. We should probably call it a night.”

Like this morning, disappointment once again flashed across his face. Not realizing that Ethan was only upset that the night had to end, Sawyer misinterpreted his distress as frustration and offered an apology.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get any work done.”

“Don’t be. If I’m being honest…,” he exhaled, “it was nice to have a night off.”

“Then, I'm glad I could help provide a distraction," she smiled, internally breathing a sigh of relief.

Together they cleaned up and waited for her ride. 

“Your car is here,” Ethan announced when his phone pinged. Sawyer gathered her things and he followed her to the door.

“Thank you for tonight, Sawyer.”

“You’re welcome,” she beamed up at him. 

Suddenly the air became heavy, a standard goodbye not feeling adequate for the celebratory occasion. Cutting through the awkward tension, Sawyer slid her arm over his shoulder and pulled him in. 

Ethan far from minded the gesture, but even still, he cautiously accepted the friendly squeeze, placing a hand between her shoulder blades.

The hug only lasted long enough for the intern to wish her boss a happy birthday one last time. 

“Happy birthday, Dr. Ramsey.” 

Then they parted. When Sawyer cracked the door, Ethan reached over her head to hold it open for her.

“Goodnight, Rookie.” 

She offered a small wave and Ethan closed the door with a contented sigh.

All he wanted for his birthday was to spend an evening with the person who made his worries disappear and his burdens feel lighter. Tonight, he got everything he wanted. In fact, much more than he had hoped for. And if birthday wishes came true, there would be many more nights like this in his future.

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[lilyoffandoms]

Arielle x Hayden by @somewillwin for @rosepetals1

[Gabi’s Kofi]

Thank you so much, Aurora, for participating in OCtober and for sharing your OCs and MCs with us all! I hope you love this piece of you gorgeous MC.

Thank you also to the lovely, Gabi, for always being such a pleasure to work with and blessing us with beautiful art!!

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page 

I'm the Problem -4-

Choices, The Royal Romance AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Masterlist     

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks     

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.    

Rating: M🔞Warnings - crude language – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Words: 2490 ��   

Turning the Page 

I’m the Problem – 4

Chapter Summary: Maxwell returns to Cordonia and sets out to find a solution for Riley while simultaneously keeping her secret. Madeleine announces her truth. Liam and Leo make plans to visit New York City.

Music & Title Inspiration: Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found. 

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week #54, Prompt 3 - “Go on, say it...You were right.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesoctober2023, Seasonal: Autumn/leaves 

 Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

The cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves that adorned the grand courtyard of the Cordonian palace. It was a Friday afternoon, and the sun cast a warm, amber glow over the grounds. Queen Madeleine stood atop a raised stage, the center of attention. Flanked by Kiara and Penelope, she prepared to make an announcement that would send shockwaves throughout the Kingdom.  

Madeleine’s icy demeanor and calculated actions had earned her the monicker, ‘Ice Queen’ by the people of Cordonia. Her reputation was one of coolness and sometimes unkindness, a stark contrast to the warmth and compassion expected of a queen. She had proven herself a formidable figure, always ten steps ahead of those who dared to challenge her. 

As the whispers of the court swirled around her, the queen’s gaze never wavered. Her sharp, emerald eyes scanned the crowd, filled with anticipation. The reason for this gathering was a secret closely guarded until now, and even those closest to her were unaware of what was about to unfold; except for the queen mother, Regina, who stepped onto the stage in solidarity.  Her mother, delighted for her daughter, remained in Fydelia; to watch the press conference on-line. Her father, in disagreement with his daughter to come forward, remained defiant but was in attendance. 

The father of the child she was carrying was not King Liam, her husband and the ruler of Cordonia, but a royal from Morocco.  

Godfrey watched from the sidelines, with a mixture of anger and pride. He always had ambitions for his daughter since her birth, wanting her to wear the crown that had been promised to their family by King Constantine. When Crown prince Leo abdicated, it had opened the door for Madeleine to pursue the crown once more, this time with King Liam as her partner. 

But Liam harbored a deep loathing for Madeleine. Theirs was an arranged marriage, after he had been unhappily separated from his American suitor; a scandal orchestrated by none other than Godfrey himself. He had believed that by tearing his true love apart, he could pave the way for Madeleine to ascend the throne by using Liam’s sense of duty against him. 

Yet, despite his selfish intentions and machinations, Madeleine found herself pregnant with a child from a foreign Royal. A fate Godfrey did not foresee and did not prepare for. 

Olivia stood beside Liam, along with the members of the Royal council to stand in unity with their King. Watching the press conference from a third-floor balcony overlooking the Royal courtyard; the mood was somber, the future of the kingdom hung in the balance. 

 Olivia had presented the recently uncovered proof with the damning documents and letters to the Royal council. All of the materials originating from the Duchy of Karlington in England, at Godfrey’s behest. Along with proof, that Tariq had been paid handsomely by King Constantine for his part in the scandal. 

Liam’s heart swelled with a strange mix of emotions today– anger, betrayal, guilt, and relief that Madeleine's ambition was finally being exposed for all to see. The paparazzi, sensing a controversy of epic proportions, jostled for position at the front, their cameras flashing like lightning. Prepared to fire questions at their queen, and demanding answers; eager to capture every detail of this historic event. 

With a calm, but resolute voice, Madeleine announced, “Good afternoon and thank you all for your interest.” Looking out towards the crowd of attendees, her vision blurred with unshed tears, she took a deep, shuddered breath. 

“I am here today to formally announce that I am with child.” 

The court gasped, and the people of Cordonia exchanged glances filled with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and judgement. Madeleine’s carefully constructed façade had cracked, revealing vulnerability beneath a frosty exterior.  

“My future is uncertain at this point. The child I carry may not be the heir you all expected, but it is a future I am prepared to face, whatever it may hold.” 

The fallout from this revelation would shape the destiny of Cordonia in ways no one could predict. 

*** 

JFK International Airport, U.S.A.

The cool autumn air swept through the bustling JFK International Airport, carrying with it a sense of finality. Riley stood beside Maxwell, the noisy commotion of travelers around them seemed to fade into the background as they shared a moment of quiet understanding. 

“I can't thank you enough, Maxwell,” Riley said, her voice filled with gratitude. “For everything.” 

Maxwell smiled warmly; His eyes reflecting the sincerity in hers. “It's been my pleasure, ‘little blossom’. You've brought a light back to my world that I didn't even know I was missing.” 

Riley glanced down at the toy airplane in her hand, a small token of Maxwell’s affection for William. “I'll make sure Li gets this …  from his uncle Max. He's going to love it.” 

Maxwell nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. “He's lucky to have you in his life, just like I've been lucky to know you, Riley.” 

As the boarding call echoed through the terminal, they exchanged a final lingering hug. “Remember, this meeting stays between us. It's our secret,” Riley whispered, her voice barely above a breath. 

Maxwell nodded again, understanding the weight of their shared secret. The cruel clause that Madeleine added to the Cordonian arrangement. “You have my word. This is between us and no one else.” 

With a final smile. Maxwell turned to join the queue of passengers, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and hope. She knew that this moment marked another turning point. Not just for Maxwell and herself, but for William as well. 

As she turned to leave the airport lobby, she noticed a small display of souvenirs nearby. Her eyes fell on a Statue of Liberty keychain; a replica of the one that she had given to Liam on the night of his coronation. The memories flooded back, and she could not help but reach for it. 

The key chain felt cool in her hand, its familiar weight was comforting. She paid for the little statue, tucking it alongside the gift from Maxwell, carefully into her bag. They were more than just trinkets. They were symbols of the two worlds she straddled, the two hearts she held dear. 

 With one last glance back at the bustling airport Riley turned and made her way out into the brisk, autumn New York City morning. She knew that even though a chapter was closing, the story was far from over. As she hailed a cab, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.  

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

 Liam stared out of the window of his study, his thoughts a turbulent storm within him. The revelation of Madeleine's pregnancy had torn through the kingdom like wildfire. It had left him with mixed emotions; relief that his marriage was over, anger at the combined deceptions against him, and a reminder of his profound regret of losing Riley, the woman who still held his heart. The world had seen the cracks in his kingdom's facade, yesterday, and the weight of it all was taking its toll on him. 

As he contemplated his future and the steps to be taken to rebuild his kingdom's reputation, there came a familiar knock at the door. Liam turned his attention away from the view of the palace gardens and called out, "Enter." 

Bastien opened the door and announced, "Your Majesty, Prince Leo is here to see you." 

Leo stepped into the study, with a concerned expression on his face. He was aware of the turmoil that had engulfed his younger brother’s life. They had shared a close bond when they were younger, one forged by the trials and tribulations of their upbringing as princes. Although regrettably, after he abdicated, he wasn’t around for Liam. Without a word, Leo walked over and embraced his brother, offering a comforting presence. 

Liam sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities threatening to crush him. "Leo, you have no idea how glad I am to see you. Thank you for coming on such short notice." 

Leo’s eyes narrowed in on Liam, the concern deepening. 

“You have always been the strong one, Liam. But now, it's okay to lean on someone else. The whole kingdom has been in turmoil since that press conference broke. You are not alone in this. We'll get through it together." 

Liam nodded, appreciating the support. "I'm done with that sham of a marriage, Leo. I should have listened to you and trusted my instincts long ago. Go on, say it. You were right." 

Leo gave a reassuring pat on Liam's back. "It's never easy to see the truth when you're in the midst of it.”  

After placing two crystal tumblers and a bottle of Macallen’s on the desk, Leo took a seat across from Liam and poured scotch into each glass and slid one across the desktop. 

“What are your plans now, Li?” 

Liam’s jaw tightened, without hesitating. “First, I need to find Riley. I cannot let her slip away from my life, Leo. She means everything to me, and I’ve made a colossal mess of things. I must apologize and beg for her forgiveness. I hope that she will find it in her heart to understand.” 

Liam leaned back in his chair, considering more options. "And, I'll have to address the kingdom. We need to rebuild our family reputation and assure our people that we're still dedicated to their well-being." 

Leo nodded in agreement. "That's a good start. I am happy that you are not forgetting about yourself, Liam. You deserve happiness too. You should reach out to Riley, talk to her." 

Liam's expression softened at the mention of Riley's name. He knew Leo was right. "I am the problem, Leo. I need to make amends. But first, there's something I need to ask of you." 

Leo raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?" 

With a determined glint in his eye, Liam replied, "I need to attend the U.N. conference in New York City. It's time to strengthen our presence on the international stage and show the world that the Kingdom of Cordonia is still standing strong." 

Leo smiled and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Liam! But I have a better plan for you to consider.”  

Liam looked at his brother with interest. “How so?” 

“Let Olivia look after Cordonia and I will attend that party and put on a show they'll never forget.” 

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Leo, that includes speeches, meetings, dinners …” 

“Yeah, bro … not my first rodeo.” Leo grinned, mischievously. 

As the two brothers continued to discuss their plans for New York, the weight on Liam's shoulders seemed to lighten. 

Throne Room, Cordonian Palace 

The Cordonian throne room, adorned with opulent tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers was filled to capacity. Journalists and dignitaries from across the Kingdom had gathered, their expectant gazes fixed upon the ornate golden throne. 

King Liam stood before his throne, flanked by Leo and Olivia with a few trusted advisors. He took a deep breath, stealing himself for the task at hand. He could not allow the instability to persist in his absence, while in New York City. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liam began, his voice projecting with regal authority, “I stand before you today to address the recent revelations concerning my Queen. I understand the concerns and questions that have arisen in the wake of the news presented by Madeleine, and I owe it to you, my people, to be forthright.” 

He paused, allowing the gravity of the moment to settle. Murmurs and camera flashes filled the room. 

“I have chosen to confront this issue with transparency and grace, as I believe it is my duty to lead with integrity. Madeleine 's past actions are her own, and she has taken responsibility for them. She has chosen to face the consequences, as we all must when we err.” 

The room was silent, captivated by his words. 

“I implore you to remember that as a Kingdom and society, we must learn to forgive and to grant the opportunity for redemption. Madeleine, like all of us, is capable of change and growth; albeit not in my Kingdom.” 

Liam's gaze swept the room, taking in the expressions of the gathered audience, some skeptical, some understanding, but all listening intently. 

“While I address this matter, I want to assure you that the governance of our Kingdom remains steadfast. My commitment to our people remains unwavering, and I will continue to lead with the same dedication and determination that you have come to expect from me.” 

He could sense the tension in the room began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of hope and understanding. The support of his people was vital to maintain stability during this trying time. 

“I will now take leave to address the situation abroad,” Liam concluded. “I am heading to New York in pursuit of a personal matter. Rest assured, the affairs of our Kingdom are well attended to in my absence, and we will emerge from this challenge stronger, united and more resilient than ever. Thank you all for your attention.” 

With those words, Liam descended from the dais, surrounded by his Royal guard, chased by camera flashes and questions posed.

With the press statement concluded, Liam made his way back to his study where Bastien awaited him. 

“Your Majesty, the jet is ready and our contacts in America have been alerted,” Bastien reported. 

“Thank you, Bastien,” Liam responded. “Leo … let's not waste any more time.” 

 As the jet soared through the sky, bound for New York, Liam's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. He knew that finding Riley was only the beginning. His challenge was to win her back. 

Thanks for reading❤️

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[choicesoctober]

WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST

Hello everyone! I’ve offered to host the October monthly challenge and so now you are stuck with me for another month.

I decided to blend the idea I’ve seen in fandom among artists with this month’s fandom wide challenge. So artists, writers, any creator, can participate in OCtober. Plus, this was a good excuse to learn more about your OCs/MCs hehe

So create using any of the prompts (no specific days assigned to any of them) with your OCs/MCs in mind. But have no fear, if that’s not your cup of tea that’s okay, feel free to use any of the prompts provided to create anything you’d like for anything you’d like.

Everyone is welcome to participate (and I mean that absolutely), I simply ask that y’all read the rules and be kind to everyone. I like to believe we are all here to have fun and just be ridiculous with others that share our fandom space. So have fun, be kind, and happy creating!!

[mikaelsrose]

Reyna x Tyril Headcanons

A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.

REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)

Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”

Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine

Species: Human

Age: 24

Date of birth: April 6

Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.  

Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")

Love interest: Tyril Starfury

Weapon of choice: Bows

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 170 cm (5’7)

Eye colour: Hazel

Skin tone: Pale olive

Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde

HISTORY

Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend 

First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.   

Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.  

FAMILY

Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)

In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift. 

Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)

PERSONALITY

Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy

Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair 

Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven

HEADCANONS

Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill. 

Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since. 

Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount. 

Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances. 

The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck. 

Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately. 

She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.

Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats. 

As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully. 

TYRIL HEADCANONS

Tyril’s 196cm (6’5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree. 

He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear. 

Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often. 

He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."

Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch. 

Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.

Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon. 

Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna. 

After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.

Tyril is a total boob guy. 

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles. 

They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it. 

Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.

Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.

They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.  

They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper. 

The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was. 

(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.

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Too Many Clothes

Victoria is sorting out her wardrobe

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

"Don't worry about her. It's no big deal."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not, sweetie. Talia doesn't understand the concept of horror yet. To her, the creepy doll is just like any other doll."

"Maybe she likes the creepy doll because she finds it funny when someone is scared or uncomfortable. You know... Like you do," Nesrin commented.

Hamid grimaced. He did use to have fun scaring the shit out of his sisters, mother and literally anyone who was afraid of his scary toys, video games and movies. And even though he hated fighting with Daphne, he still couldn't get over the sound of Talia's giggles whenever she approached anyone on the streets whilst dressed as Chucky.

"Am I a terrible parent for this? I mean, she's obviously copying my behaviour." He frowned.

"She copies both of you, sweetie. Every little kid does. This is a natural process that neither of you has any control over," Veronica said.

"But why does she have to like the crazy things I do? Can't she like just the cutesy stuff Daphne does?"

"Give her time, abi. Soon she'll forget the doll and you can get rid of it."

Talia Wang-Osmanoğlu moodboard + excerpt of Bad Parenting (one-shot of Meant To Be - Desire & Decorum modern day AU) for @choicesoctober OCtober: newest

[gaiuskamilah]

wanted to make another post for @choicesoctober, this time of my other mc, marya moonglory. she's my niamancer mc. still figuring out how to draw her. some information:

marya from house moonglory, she/her, butch lesbian, elf

base skills: swordsmanship / deception / beastmaster

born and raised in undermount under house moonglory, which was one of the lower houses.

she's one of the rare elves with no magical affinity, and thus was ostracized by her family and elven society. magic remains a sore spot for her.

at some point, she left undermount and came to live in riverbend where she met kade and his parents. they ended up becoming very close, especially after kade's parents died. she works with the local blacksmith and looks after kade.

she falls in love with nia. after she has to "kill" nia she develops love-hate relationship with her sword and swordsmanship, which is hard because her swordsmanship has always been her greatest asset.

she's best friends with imtura and mal.

she initially has a negative relationship with tyril. being the lord of the house ascendant during the time she was in undermount, marya saw tyril as the pinnacle of everything she despised about undermount society. their relationship improves throughout the course of the books, particularly after the masquerade.

her ex-dinvalir is kaya, which was a source of tension between her and tyril both when she still lived in undermount and when they met again in search for the onyx shards.

[lilyoffandoms]

WtD Drabble - Troy x Saeed

Warnings & A/N: nothing that’s not canon compliant. Needed a warm up this morning and since I got them on my mind, I might as well. I just hc Saeed feels it’s his place to go on these scavenging forays and Troy doesn’t really care for that idea.

He was exhausted. All he wanted was to climb into bed. He looked at the others from the party. They had made it out with only a few scrapes and bruises, and one broken arm.

“Jacob, go get that arm bandaged. Shannon should be in the infirmary waiting,” Saeed nodded at the man with his arm in a sling. “You two help him down there and be sure to get those scratches cleaned out. The rest of you, clean up and get some sleep.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” a few mumbled as they shuffled away.

Saeed put his weapons on the armory counter where the others had stacked those they had checked out.

“Got them all checked in?” he asked the woman behind the counter who was logging weapons back in.

“Yes, and I see you broke another bowstring?”

“No, just frayed. If it had snapped entirely you’d not have a bow to log back in and I’d have lost an eye.”

“Still broke it,” she smiled in challenge.

“It was close to fraying and you know it, Sal,” he smiled tiredly. “Plus, we found some new ones in that warehouse. Must have been heading to a hunting supply store or something.”

Her eyes lit up. “And bullets?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Knives?”

He nodded again.

“Guns?” she asked hopefully.

“I’ll let you see for yourself when they get the vans unloaded.”

“It’s like Christmas come early,” she grinned, giddy with excitement.

“Don’t know what that is, but if that entails staying up all night categorizing and logging in new weapons, then yes, just like Christmas.”

She shook her head at him with a smile and got to work opening boxes that were plopped down on the table beside her. Saeed leaned against the wall as he waited for the unloading team to finish bringing the supplies through.

He felt himself slumping a bit as his eyes dragged closed and his breathing slowed, only to jerk awake when someone bumped him.

“I know our mattress isn’t all that comfortable but it’s gotta be be better than the wall?” Troy teased him with another bump to his shoulder.

Saeed gave a tired smile as he glanced at the crew still unloading, closed his eyes again, and shook his head grinning, “Depends on what I’m doing against the wall.”

“Taking a page out of my book with that one, I see,” Troy laughed before turning more serious. “Everyone get back safely?”

“We all made it back nibble free,” Saeed nodded, eyes still closed.

“Come on let’s get you to bed.”

“They should be done in the next ten. I’ll sleep when the job’s done.”

“Your job is done, Saeed,” Troy whispered casting a worried look over him.

“Saeed?” Sal interrupted. “I’m going to need that armor, dear.”

“Oh, shit! I forgot. Sorry, Sal,” he said as he slid clumsily out of the armor.

Troy steadied him as he stumbled tiredly through the task.

“Here,” Saeed said when he finally passed the gear over to her.

“Get him to bed,” she said to Troy.

“That’s the plan,” he said but paused when the stench of death and putrefied guts hit his nose. “Well, maybe a shower and then bed.”

“What? You don’t like this new cologne I’m trying?” Saeed teased, waving to Sal and saying good night to the others as he let Troy lead him to the bathing room they had set up outside.

“Strip,” Troy said as he left Saeed grab water.

Saeed did as told, too tired to protest. His muscles screaming with each movement.

“Got the water-“ Troy let his sentence trail off.

Saeed followed Troy’s line of sight to the large bruise forming on his thigh. He met Troy’s wide eyes and shrugged.

“I thought you said everyone got back safely?” Troy scolded as he reached out to gingerly touch the angry bruise.

“We did,” Saeed hissed at the touch.

“This doesn’t look like you were safe.”

“Safer than a bite,” Saeed said nonchalantly.

“Saeed,” Troy sighed.

“I got slammed into a crate by a drone. It’s dead. I’m not. I’m fine,” he waved him off.

“Saeed.”

He earned another sigh. “Troy, can we not do this now? I’m tired. I stink. I’m sore. And I just want to go to bed.”

“Okay,” Troy relented and turned Saeed to face the shower stall. “But we are going to-“

“Yep. You can yell at me tomorrow,” Saeed chuckled as he stepped inside and yelped as he splashed the cold water over himself. “This is fucking cold.”

“When is it not? Plus, it will help with the muscle aches and that bruise.”

Ten minutes later they were in their room with a fire going in the hearth, snuggled on their bed. Troy watched as Saeed snuggled beneath the covers and then into him and closed his eyes.

He wished he’d stop going out on these missions. This one had been a week long foray. He hated waiting, wondering. Wondering if he’d come back to him. Wondering if he had died out there. Always wondering. Always worrying.

He brushed a stray hair off of Saeed’s cheek.

“I’m fine,” Saeed smiled.

“I wish you would-“

“Hey, did the crew bring my pack up?” Saeed interrupted, not wanting to have the conversation again.

“Um,” Troy looked around and spotted the backpack by the door. “Yeah.”

“There’s something in it for you,” Saeed mumbled as sleep began to overtake him.

“You can give it to me tomorrow,” Troy smiled into a kiss placed on Saeed’s temple. “After I finish yelling at you,” he whispered.

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[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors  

10- This I Promise You 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale+, AU

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer’. 

Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Olivia Nevrakis x M!OC Alex Cossoy 

*Most characters belong to Pixelberry 

*Not Beta’d, please excuse all errors 

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings:  NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking/gun violence. Not recommended for anyone under 18 years of age. 

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 2465 

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley welcome their twin boys to the world. The Interpol/black ledger revelations are discussed with the Royal Council.

Music & Title Inspiration:

This I Promise You, Anthem Lights 

Slow Down, Nichole Nordeman 

A/N2: My submission for @choicesoctober2023, Relationships: Favorite Ship – Liam & Riley, OTP, Family, My MC, Riley Brooks; Other – Childbirth 

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #56, Prompt 3- “I’m afraid I may have made a mistake.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesprompts, Flufftober 2023, Festival of Fears Prompt Event – Prompt 28 – Hurt/Comfort/Forehead Kiss 

Royal chambers, palace

As the due date of the twins’ birth drew near, Princess Eleanor could not contain her excitement. Every night at bedtime, she whispered to her mother’s round belly, speaking to her unborn brothers. 

“Hey, there … I can’t wait to meet you both,” Princess Eleanor softly spoke to her mother’s round belly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. 

“I have so much to show you … we can play together and explore the palace, and I’ll protect you, as your big sister. I’ll teach you all the secrets. I love you both, already, so much!” 

Riley, witnessing her daughter’s heartfelt confessions to her unborn babies, couldn’t help but smile. The tenderness and love in her voice were touching, and it warmed her heart to see her princess already forming such a strong bond with her soon to arrive siblings. Ellie will make an incredible older sister, already showering her brothers with affection, guidance, and promising endless adventures. 

Liam walked into the room, stealthily wrapping his arms around Riley. “Princess, its bedtime. Your Mom and brothers need to get some sleep, and so do you,” he murmured authoritatively.  

Ellie smiled up at him, “but Daddy, with this smile, I can get away with anything. Five more minutes...please, Daddy?” Smiling sweetly at her father, Liam quickly lost the battle. 

Liam guffawed with faux disapproval, “Cheeky, just like your mother.” 

Riley leaned into Liam’s embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. She nodded with a soft smile, acknowledging his gentle reminder. 

“You’re right, Liam,” she whispered, her eyes still on Ellie as she continued to speak to her mother’s belly. “They do need their rest. Thank you for looking out for all of us, Liam.” 

Closing the door behind him, he nodded to the guard standing vigil outside her room and turned to a waiting Riley in the hallway. “I think these two,” Liam reached for Riley’s very pregnant belly, “are going to be just like their sister.” Liam mischievously smirked as Riley laughed. 

With a kiss on her cheek, Riley gently pulled away from Ellie’s embrace and pulled the covers up and around her. Liam bent down to kiss Ellie’s forehead, “good night, my princess.” 

“You mean just like me?” Riley snickered, batting her eyelashes playfully. “She has you wrapped around her little finger, Li.” 

“Come on, woman,” Liam roguishly teased. “I have a surprise for you.” Riley giggled as Liam placed his hand on the small of her lower back, leading her to the moonlit terrace adjacent to the dining room. 

Interpol Headquarters, Lyon, France 

Imprisoned by Interpol, Bastien found himself in a dark place. He was questioned relentlessly about his ties to Lena, a woman he had vowed to protect, earlier in his life.  Vallenheim’s secrets loomed over both of them like a sinister cloud. 

Bastien’s connection to Lena ran deeper than anyone could fathom. It all started when King Constantine demanded the loyal Kings head guard to protect his daughter; to take a vow of lifelong protection for a hidden princess outlawed to a foreign kingdom, hidden away from his realm. 

No one could have predicted that this secret princess, sequestered in Vallenheim would be groomed to destroy Constantine’s legacy. His beloved Cordonia. 

Director Ryerson and his team delved into the depths of a mysterious black ledger discovered at the Vallenheim estate, seeking to unearth the hidden truths it held. 

Within those pages lie the dark secrets of the attacks on the Cordonian palace; secrets that entangle Godfrey, the Duke of Karlington. A figure that held an alliance with the nefarious Liberation Corps. As the truth unfurled, Director Ryerson announced to his team that Lena would be formally charged with conspiracy to commit murder; the murder of the King of Cordonia. 

Lena held many secrets hidden behind her mask of steely resolve. She feared unveiling the truth about Bastien would be a death sentence; a revelation that could shatter the delicate balance of power within the Liberation Corps. 

In the heart of this tangled web of intrigue and allegiance, the Kingdom of Cordonia awaited the arrival of its’ future heirs. The shadows of the past looming larger than ever. Each revelation threatened to unravel the very fabric of Cordonia. Leaving its rulers to grapple with the weight of their responsibilities and the ghosts that lurked in the corners of their realm. 

Director Ryerson snapped his briefcase closed after placing the well-worn ledger along with his laptop inside. A quick check to ensure his wallet and passport were in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he left his office to board an overnight flight to Cordonia. A pivotal meeting with the King of Cordonia was scheduled in the early morning hours at the Cordonian palace.  

Dining Room Terrace, Royal Chambers 

The sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the gardens. Liam had a mischievous glint in his eye as he presented an elaborate ice cream sundae to his heavily pregnant queen.  

Riley grinned, her eyes widening at the sight of the extravagant dessert. “Liam, this is too much!” 

Liam shrugged playfully. “Nonsense, my love. It’s a small treat for my queen. After all, you’re eating for three now!” 

Riley chuckled, shaking her head; her spoon poised to dig into the mountain of ice cream and toppings. “But, hey … where is your bowl?” 

“I’m afraid I may have made a mistake,” Liam sighed. “I thought I wouldn't want dessert, but now I do.” 

“Your majesty,” the butler appeared. “The chef has also prepared this dish for you.” 

Riley laughed when under the silver lid of the serving platter, a plate of baklava was revealed. 

“The chef knows me all too well,” Liam shook his head, grinning. “Thank you, Elena.” 

They continued to share a few more lighthearted quips as they indulged in their sweet treats, reminiscing about past adventures. Their laughter echoed through the terrace as they enjoyed each other’s company. 

“I still can’t get over that tango dance in Auvernal with Bradshaw and Isabella,” Liam remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Riley rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. “Oh, don’t remind me. Isabella got so flustered and stormed out of the ballroom.” 

Liam laughed. “That was one for the history books. But you, my love, you were a tango sensation.” 

Riley blushed, her cheeks rosy. “Well, you were the perfect partner, Liam.” 

Their banter was interrupted by a sudden, unexpected event. Riley’s expression changed, and her eyes widened as she felt something she wasn’t expecting. 

“Liam, I think … Oh, my … my water just broke!” 

Liam’s playful demeanor instantly shifted to concern. Setting aside his plate, he stood up, extending his hand to her. 

“Love, come on, we need to get you to the birthing room.”

Instead of delivering at the hospital, for comfort and security, an ultramodern birthing room was recently installed within the Royal chambers. The memory of Eleanor’s chaotic birth serves as inspiration. 

Riley nodded, gripping his hand tightly as she stood up from her chair. Taking a step forward, she buckled over as a contraction swept through her body. 

“Oomph … ohhhh …" Riley’s face contorted with pain. 

Moving instantly with the strength and agility that came from years of training as a king, Liam scooped up his queen into his arms and carried her down the hallway. His heart raced, and he was fully focused on ensuring the safety and well-being of Riley and his unborn sons. 

“Your Majesties, Dr. Ramirez and her team have been notified; their e.t.a. is 10 minutes.,” Mara announced, closely following.

“Thank you,” Mara. “We need her up here, quickly.” Even though he kept up a stoic expression, inside, he was concerned with the level of pain and hurt) that Riley would undergo to bring their sons into the world. Her comfort was paramount.  

The birthing room was a sanctuary of calm, the soft glow of candlelight casting a serene ambiance. The doors were held open as Liam strode in, his presence commanding yet tender. He carefully placed Riley on the bed ensuring she was comfortable. Nurses, well trained and efficient, moved swiftly preparing for the imminent arrival of the royal twins. 

Liam took his place at Riley's side, his strong hand enveloping hers. He looked into her eyes; his gaze filled with unwavering support. “You're doing amazingly, my love. Just a little longer and our boys will be here.” Riley nodded, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and determination. She squeezed Liam’s hand tightly, finding strength in their connection. “I can do this, Liam. We can do this.” 

Throughout the hours of labor, the nurses moved with practiced precision, offering gentle words of encouragement and ensuring everything was in place. Dr. Ramirez stood calmly at the ready.  

As another wave of pain surged through Riley, she took a deep breath, her knuckles turning white from her grip on Liam's hand. “I can feel them, Liam. They're coming.” 

Liam's heart swelled with pride and awe for the woman before him. “You're incredible, Riley. I am so proud of you.”  

With one final push, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then, in an instant, cries filled the air, harmonizing with the joy that radiated from the faces of the new parents. 

Doctor Ramirez gently placed the first baby in Riley's arms, a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft blanket. Tears glistened in both of their eyes as they gazed down at their son. Their hearts overflowing with love. 

“He's perfect, Riley,” Liam whispered, his voice choked with emotion. 

Riley smiled, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. “He’s absolutely perfect, Liam.” 

As the first baby settled into Riley's arms, the nurses continued their careful work. Preparing for the arrival of the second prince. 

King’s boardroom, Royal offices 

Director Ryerson’s arrival at the palace was met with heightened security and discreet professionalism of undercover Interpol officers. The matter at hand was delicate, and Cordonia’s Royal family and council was well aware of the implications of discussing the black ledger. With King Liam indisposed due to the birth of his twin sons, it fell upon his trusted brother, Prince Leo, to chair the meeting.  

Dressed in a sharp suit, Leo took the central seat at the ornate boardroom table. His expression was serious, and he exuded an air of authority as he began the discussion. 

“Director Ryerson, thank you for your time. In my brother’s absence, I will be chairing this meeting.” 

Seated to his right, Queen Amalas, the espionage expert, sits in support of King Liam. On his left was Officer Alex Cossoy, the newly appointed head of intelligence and security for Cordonia. 

Olivia sat next to Alex, representing the royal guard, observed the meeting with a watchful eye. 

Director Ryerson stood, his demeanor poised and his gaze unwavering as he began his prepared statement. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, on review of the black ledger by Interpol’s analysts, I stand before you today to address a matter of utmost importance. At this time, we will move ahead to lay charges against two benefactors and one terrorist organization.

One. The ledger has confirmed that the Liberation Core was funded to commit the assassination of King Constantine of Cordonia by the Kingdom of Vallenheim.” 

Two. Duke Godfrey, formerly the Duke of Karlington; currently incarcerated for the murder of Queen Eleanor Rys was funded by the Kingdom of Vallenheim. 

Three. Lena Rys, a member of the Via Imperii cult in Vallenheim, daughter of King Constantine Rys; currently incarcerated at Interpol headquarters for treason. 

Records within the black ledger, along with intelligence sources have indicated and uncovered a plot to coordinate and commit the assassination of King Liam Rys, funded by the Kingdom of Vallenheim, to be orchestrated by Lena Rys.  

Lena Runarsdottir Rys is to be formally charged with conspiracy to commit murder. 

As Director Ryerson concluded his address, a profound silence settled over the room. The gravity of the situation, the weight of the black ledger, and the responsibility that lay on their shoulders of those in attendance hung heavy in the air. Liam’s absence added an additional layer of tension to the group. 

Leo broke the silence with a determined nod. “Thank you, Director. We understand the significance of this matter and appreciate the expertise of your team."  

Taking a staggered breath, Leo stood up to escort the Director from the boardroom, and subsequently, the palace. His training in stoicism, being tested. 

Birthing room, Royal chambers 

...everything is so peaceful, so quiet. Liam smiled to himself as he laid William down in the bassinet next to his little brother, Stefan. He marveled at the two baby boys, his sons; so taken with emotion. The pride he felt overwhelmed him. 

‘And I will take you in my arms 

Climbing into the bed with Riley, Liam kissed her forehead, as she slept, resting from her ordeal. 

and hold you right where you belong 

‘Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you 

This I promise you’ 

Thanks for reading!

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[choicesoctober]

WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST

All prompts can be used in any combination, on any day, for any characters. You don’t need to use an OC/MC, you can use any character. I’m just secretly hoping to learn more about your OCs.

Have fun! I can’t wait to enjoy what y’all create!

Meet My OC/MC:

Favorite

Newest

Oldest

Re-design

Personality

Childhood

Pride

Past/Future

Underrated

Relationships:

Best Friend(s)

Enemy

Family

Partner(s)

Pet(s)

Group

Favorite Ship (platonic, romantic, whatever)

Seasonal:

Costume/Halloween

Autumn

Witch/Vampire/Werewolf/etc.

Scared

Ghost Story

Leaves

Cozy

Apple Picking

Dia Los Muertos

Cider

Pumpkin Picking/Carving

Pick Your Own

Other:

Meme

Inspirations

Friend’s OC(s)

Home

Favorite Things

Drink

Clothes

Anything

Song Lyrics

Dance

Celebration

Crossover/AU/Swap with Another OC

Any Prompt

[rosepetals1]

Meet My MC: Arielle Park

(FC: Marina Ruy Barbosa)

Book: Perfect Match

Nicknames: Ari, Ella, Little Mermaid (Nadia was the one who gave her that nickname, due to her being named after the little mermaid)

Age: 23

Birthday: September 15

Height: 5'1

Personality traits: kind, caring, charming, flirtatious, playful, romantic

Partner: Hayden Young (future husband)

Hometown: Brooklyn, NY

Pets: Arielle obviously shares Dipper with Hayden, but later on, they both adopt a beautiful beagle and name her Sunny, who quickly becomes Dipper's bestest friend!

Children: In the future, Arielle goes on to have two lovely children with her husband. A daughter named Naomi Young, and a son named Kaden Young. They had their daughter through IUI treatment. And a year after Naomi was born, they adopted Kaden.

Future: After the events of PM, Arielle and Hayden finally settle down into their new life together. They begin traveling around the world, pursuing their passions, spending time with friends and family, getting married, having children, and just overall enjoying their life with one another to the fullest!

Random facts:

Arielle is a huge romantic at heart! And therefore, she loves anything related to romance. Whether it be romance novels or romcoms.

Autumn is her favorite season. She loves the red and yellow colors, the crisp breeze, the pumpkins, and the excuse to wear cute sweaters!

Her favorite color is pink.

She adores freshly baked pastries and chocolate chip cookies.

Once had a brief crush on Damien.

May or may not have a dirty sense of humor.

Tagging: @choicesoctober, @choicesficwriterscreations

[choicesoctober]

WEEK TWO MASTERLIST || WK 1 || WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST

I’ll compile a weekly masterlist by contributor and then a complete list at the end of the month. So here is week two’s masterlist.

If I missed your’s please let me know and I will get it on the list. Same, if I missed reblogging your contribution. I have stumbled upon some by chance so please do let me know. Tumblr is tumblring.

@aallotarenunelma

Fic: Sophomore Secret (ILITW, Dan x MC, OC)

@jerzwriter

Art: Eli Sipes & David Sipes (WTD, OC)

Fic: Housecalls (OPH, Ethan x MC)

Art & Fic: On the Spot (OPH, Tobias x MC)

Fic: The End of the World 2/2 (WTD, OC x OC)

Fic: Trepidation (OPH, MC x OC)

@liaromancewriter

Fic & Edit: Dolphins and Sharks (OPH, Sienna x OC)

@lilyoffandoms

Fic: Blades Drabble (Blades, OC x OC)

Fic: Blades Drabble (Blades, Mal x OC, Tyril x OC)

Fic: Crimes Drabble (CoP, Trystan x MC)

Art: Trystan x Gabriel (CoP, Trystan x MC)

@lorirwritesfanfic

Edit: Talia Wang-Osmanoğlu (D&D, OC)

@peonyblossom

Intro & Edit: Harry Spear (ILITW, MC)

Edit: Nia x Iris Wedding Edit (Blades, Nia x MC)

@rosepetals1

Edit: Arielle Park Moodboard (PM, Hayden x MC)

@starsarewithinme

Fic: The Favorite Brother (CoP, Vasili Thorne)

@storyofmychoices

Fic: A Development(of Sorts) (Blades, OC x OC)

Fic: Drunk on Love (Blades, Mal x OC)

Fic & Art: Our Little Pumpkin (OPH, Bryce x OC)

Fic & Art: The Rogue’s Embrace (Blades, Mal x OC, Mal x Tyril)

@tessa-liam

Fic: Turning the Page (TRR, Liam x MC)

[rosepetals1]

Hayden Young x F!MC (Arielle Park) Moodboard

@haydenyoungappreciationweek

@choicesoctober: favorite ship