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#this is one of the only fics i've ever written where i wanted so badly to build out the universe but i had no idea what to do with it

My Top Posts in 2022:

Objectively

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Dedicated to the loveliest of all @withmyteeth 💛 And inspired by This Post

Warnings: language, alcohol, jealous Bish starting shit

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This evolved as I wrote it. Which like. How disgustingly on brand for me lmao. But I loved writing this so much. Also let the record show that for me personally I think that EZ is easily the hottest guy in the club but that’s a whole other thing. I’ll let Angel have it for one fic 😂

I couldn’t find the gif of Bishop yeeting Angel to the floor but that’s what I originally had in mind for this lmao

“I’m just saying,” you shook your head as EZ handed you another beer, “sometimes you just look at someone and know that they got way too far in life just being pretty.”

He chuckled, wiping down the bar, “I don’t think that applies to anyone here.”

Rolling your eyes, your response came rapid-fire, “Oh shut up, you’re the worst offender of them all, Golden Boy.” He chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, and you emphatically pointed at him, “That! That right there. Tryna pretty your way out of being called out. Unbelievable.”

Both of you broke down into laughter. You were going to keep prodding him about it when you felt a hand land on your hip. Looking back over your shoulder, your laughter shifted into a smile when you saw Bishop standing behind you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Everything alright over here?” amusement was laced into his tone.

You nodded, laughing quietly, “Yea, we’re alright. Just explaining to EZ how some of these boys need a good humbling.”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows as he took a seat on the stool next to yours.

“She said they need humbling because they’re too pretty,” EZ elaborated with a laugh.

“Too pretty?” each sentence either of you said only seemed to confuse him more and more, “These guys?” he gestured towards the pool table where most of the club was congregated.

You laughed, “I don’t expect either of you to get it,” you shook your head slightly, “Men.”

“No, go on,” EZ loved nothing more than being a nudge, “explain.”

“Well,” you took a long drink from your beer bottle before continuing, “EZ is the prettiest one in the club. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he nodded from the other side of the bar, feigning a serious expression.

“Can’t have dimples like that and not be called pretty, Boy Scout,” you laughed, “And Riz has, you know,” you gestured to your head, “the hair. So that’s two pretty boys.”

“I feel like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Bishop was watching your expressions as you spoke.

“I could write a dissertation, believe me,” you laughed. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “But no one is as ruggedly handsome as you, Obispo. Don’t you worry.”

He let out a quiet laugh and shook his head, not commenting on the matter further. Meanwhile, EZ leaned forward onto the bar, arms braced against the edge of it, “Angel’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he didn’t make the list.”

“Oh,” you waved your hand dismissively, “no offense, little Reyes, but your brother is the hottest guy in the club.”

Both men’s eyes snapped to you, but EZ was the only one who spoke up, “What?”

“What?” you looked back and forth between them, “It’s true. Like, objectively.”

“Angel?” Bishop said the name and it was like he couldn’t believe you were both talking about the same guy.

“I’m just saying, like, from an outside perspective. Not taking into account personality or brain capacity. On looks alone he’s got it. The man is 6’4 and covered in tattoos. Legs for days, little bit of beard, the,” you wiggled your fingers, “the rings,” you shrugged, “He’s hot.”

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382 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

In Case Of Emergency

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Could I request a Drabble of angel having to ask a favor of a nurse he’s interested in? I’ll leave the rest up to you ♥️😊

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood/injuries, language, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: You said drabble. And when I sat down to write this I didn’t plan on it going past 1k. But here we are. And I hope you enjoy the excess 😂

“You have her number, man,” EZ sucked in a breath as he gripped onto his thigh just above his knee, “just fucking call her.”

Angel shook his head even though he knew that what EZ was saying was the most logical solution, “Nah, I’m not doing that. We’ll just, we’ll take you to our guy acr—”

“We don’t have that kind of time!” EZ snapped.

“What if she’s working?”

EZ rolled his eyes, “Tell her it’s an emergency!”

Angel fumbled with the phone in his hands, “I don’t, I don’t even know her like that! I can’t just ask her to leave work.”

EZ huffed, taking one hand off of his bleeding leg to try and swipe the phone away from his brother, “I’m not gonna bleed out here because you’re too nervous to call the fucking nurse you have a crush on, man.”

Angel held the phone out of his reach, “Alright! Alright. Fuck. I’ll call her,” he scrolled through his contacts until he landed on your name, “But if she reports us to the fucking cops, it’s your fault.”

“They’ve got doctors in prison, too, I’ll be fine,” he grit his teeth as he kept pressure on his leg.

You had just walked through the door of your apartment after a long shift. What was supposed to be an already long 12-hour shift, ended up turning into an 18-hour shift when someone didn’t show and they needed you to stay until they managed to get someone else to come in and make up the difference. You had been exhausted and ready to leave, but you were already there and didn’t see much point in creating an argument over it.

All of that to say, it felt more than amazing to drop your duffle bag on the floor just inside your apartment. You didn’t bother reaching down to untie your sneakers, instead just stepping on the heel of them and slipping your foot out of them. You were a few seconds away from peeling off your scrubs when your phone started going off in your pocket. A deep sigh came out as you grabbed your phone, hoping that it was literally anyone besides your supervisor at the hospital.

When you saw Angel’s name flashing across your screen, the first thing you felt was confusion. The two of you had exchanged a few texts here and there. If you were honest, sometimes you got the vibe that he was into you, and you would’ve been lying if you said that you weren’t into him as well. But he’d never been too forward, and you certainly didn’t think that the two of you were at the point where you would be randomly calling each other late at night. Maybe he butt-dialed you? Maybe he was drunk? Or maybe it was a booty-call that you shouldn’t even answer? It was anyone’s guess.

Before it could go to voicemail, you hit the accept button, “Hello?”

He could hear the exhaustion in your voice and he immediately regretted calling you, “Hey, querida.”

His voice was soft, nervous, which was so unlike him. But it at least meant that he wasn’t drunk at a club somewhere calling you for something that he probably shouldn’t be. Raking your fingers along your scalp you said, “Hey. It’s…late. Everything alright?”

“You up for doin’ me a favor right now?” he rested his hand on the back of his neck, trying to avoid looking at EZ who couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

“What kind of favor do you need at,” you glanced over at the clock on your stove, “late,” you let out a tired laugh.

“My brother got shot,” he knew he should’ve tried to cushion the words, but he wasn’t thinking quick enough on his feet to do so.

“What?”

“Yea. We, uh, we’ve got a guy across the border but I don’t…I don’t think we got that kinda time. He can’t walk on his leg like this.”

“Jesus, Angel,” you sighed running your hand down your face, “You tie his leg off?”

“N-no,” he’d never heard you sound so stern, and he imagined that’s what you sounded like when you were directing other people at work.

“Alright. Well, do that, and then text me the address of wherever you are. I’m heading back to my car now.”

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395 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

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421 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

Sanctuary

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request from @pumpkin-spice-hate: I was wondering if you could write something about falling asleep on Happy Lowman’s chest after an unbelievably shit day

Warnings: language, alcohol, Happy unintentionally being a softie

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Been having a rough week or so, so this fic was very cathartic to write haha. I’ve been enjoying the Happy requests, trying to wrap my mind around writing him as a character has been fun. Enjoy this soft little snippet!

“I’m coming over”

Happy had never stared so hard at three words on a phone screen before. He didn’t mind you coming over to his house. Truthfully, he was at the point where he wished that you would show up uninvited more often. But you still always asked, respecting the fact that he was a man with an intense need for privacy. He wasn’t going to try and figure out what was going on, knowing that he’d never been good at guessing games, especially when it came to you.

It wasn’t too long before his front door was opening and you stepped inside. You immediately took off your boots and dropped your bag by the door. He watched you intently from the couch, trying to get a read on you. You silently walked past him and made your way towards the kitchen, your only acknowledgment so far was the hand that ghosted along his shoulders as you walked by. His eyes stayed glued to you despite the fact that you had yet to say anything to him.

He watched you as you walked over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a beer bottle. Twisting the top off and tossing it onto the counter, you brought the dark green bottle to your lips. You had to make a conscious effort to not drink the whole thing in one go.

Happy gave you a few seconds of quiet alone time before getting up off the couch and walking over to you. Without a word, he gently took the bottle from your hands and set it on the counter. The gesture got you to finally look at him. He tilted his head to the side, brows knitting in a way that silently asked what was wrong.

You were halfway through faking a smile when you broke down. You’d spent the past few days sucking it up and faking it around everyone else, and you were exhausted. You couldn’t force yourself to do the same thing again, not in front of Happy.

Crumpling into his chest, you felt his body tense for a moment, not quite expecting that reaction. After a couple of seconds, you felt the secure hold of his arms around you, only making you lean more into him. he leaned his head against yours, trying to figure out what to do, what you needed. He’d never seen you like this before. He’d seen your rage, but never your sadness.

You didn’t need him to say anything. Happy was many things, but talkative wasn’t one of them. And you knew that, and you loved him all the more for it. You just wanted to cry and have someone hold you while you did. Happy was great for that.

He felt your hands ball into fists against his back, gripping tight to the worn fabric of his t-shirt, the same fabric that was now damp against his chest from your tears. He was fairly certain that if you pulled your bodies any closer they would meld together completely. For a moment he thought to himself that that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“I’m so fucking tired,” your words were muffled against his chest, but he still heard them.

He squeezed you a little tighter for a moment, still not quite sure what to say. His fingertips pressed into your back and you tried to focus on that sensation. You felt him leave a kiss on the side of your head, but he didn’t try to pull away or encourage anything more.

You had no idea how long the two of you stood like that, tangled up in the middle of his kitchen. The silence, something that was a mark of familiarity with Happy, had never felt so comforting. His chest rose and fell, his heart thudding against your cheek.

Finally, you pulled away. Taking a ragged breath, you wiped at the smudges of tears still on your face. You shook your head, not quite able to look him in the eye, “Sorry.”

He didn’t acknowledge the apology, “What do you need me to do?”

Happy didn’t know who or what caused you to break down like that. But any request that fell from your lips in that moment, he would fulfill without any question or hesitation. You wouldn’t have to give a reason. Not to him, not if it was for you.

Shaking your head, you sniffled and wiped at the tears you left on his shirt, “Nothing. Today just,” you tried to take a deep breath, “got to me.”

He nodded, and you could see it in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to do next. “You eat?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yea. I just, can we,” you didn’t know why it felt so childish to ask, your brain was on a rampage all day making you question everything, “can I just lay with you?” you gestured to the couch.

Happy nodded, feeling like he should be doing more for you but not quite knowing what. He let you hold his hand as the two of you walked to the couch. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, legs stretched across the cushions. The second you laid with him, your head resting against his chest as his arms looped loosely around you, your chest felt lighter.

He felt the deep inhale that you took, and immediately feared that you were going to break down again. Instead, you let out a slow steady exhale as your body fought to finally calm down. Happy wrapped his arms a little tighter around you and gave you a squeeze nonetheless, and you certainly didn’t mind it.

You shut your eyes, opting to focus on his steady heartbeat rather than the television. Each slow breath you took made you feel a little more at home. The heat radiating off of him was enough to put you to sleep, and before you knew it, you were passed out against his chest.

Happy hadn’t noticed, though. Without thinking much of it, he let his hand come to rest on the back of your head, mumbling out a quiet, gruff, “I love you.”

When you didn’t respond, he looked down, the features of his face immediately softening when he saw that you were asleep. He chuckled softly to himself as he took in how peaceful you looked now compared to how you looked when you walked through the door. He held you a little tighter as he returned his attention to the television.

455 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Late Nights

JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.7 The Way You Shake and Shiver- Shaking Hands

Warnings: angst, mentions of bruises

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I was overdue for some OBX fic. JJ deserves someone to run to. Hope you enjoy! xo

Outer Banks Taglist: @garbinge (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

You should’ve fallen asleep a long time ago. It was starting to creep towards the small hours of the morning but you were still up, your nose buried deep in a book. You were using the flashlight on your phone to read and it made you feel like you were a child all over again.

When you first heard the tapping sound against your window, you jumped slightly. Between your immersion in your book and the fact that there was no reason for anything or anyone to be tapping on your window at this hour, you felt a jolt of anxiety go through you.

You slowly got out of bed, taking careful, calculated steps over towards your window. Part of you wanted to ignore it and hope it would go away, but you were too curious to let it go now. Taking a deep breath, you reached and pulled the curtain to the side ever so slightly.

Relief washed through you when saw that it was just JJ on the other side of the glass. Setting your phone down, you made quick work of the lock on your window and pushed it up. You didn’t get a good look at him as he fumbled his way through your window. But the relief of realizing that it was him there was quickly being replaced by a different sense of unease because there was no good reason that JJ would be showing up outside your window at one in the morning.

“Didn’t know if you would be awake,” he sounded tired, sad.

“Got sucked into a book,” you replied as you walked over, turning on the lamp next to your bed.

The light wasn’t overbearingly bright, but it was enough to give you a good look at JJ. Your heart ached as you took in the sight of him. The bruises weren’t new—you saw them a few days ago when they were fresh. They were fading now, no longer deep purple. But it never got any less heartbreaking to see. Aside from the bruises, though, you saw the defeated look on his face. You tried to figure out if he showed up to talk, or if he just needed to not be home anymore.

“Wanna stay over?” you asked.

His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. “Won’t your parents have, you know, a giant problem with that?”

You chuckled softly at his concern. Shrugging, you said, “You can sneak back out the window in the morning if you want.” You paused, seeing him thinking about what you said. “Just seems like maybe you don’t want to be home right now.”

He gave a slow nod. “Yea, okay.”

It wasn’t the first time that JJ had ever come and crashed at your place. But the few other times that it happened, it was when your parents were out of town. And it usually followed a night when you had your entire group of friends over and a lot of people were crashing because they weren’t in any place to drive or ride home. This was different. The stakes felt higher.

You walked back over and got back onto your side of the bed. You were setting your book off to the side when you realized that JJ was still standing in the middle of your room. He was watching you intently, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was waiting for another cue from you.

You tilted your head slightly as you motioned to the other side of the mattress. “C’mon.”

Worry creased his brow for a moment. “I can just,” he gestured to the floor.

You chuckled and shook your head. “J, c’mon, I think I’ve fallen asleep on top of you in a hammock before. We can sleep in the same bed. It’s okay.”

The smile he gave you was a weak one, but it was there nonetheless. He walked over to your bed, untying and toeing off his boots before crawling into bed beside you. He slipped beneath the covers next to you, both of you sitting with your backs against your headboard. Every now and then you would look over at him, but his eyes were fixed on the blanket covering the two of you, nervously fidgeting beneath the covers.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“About what?”

You waited for him to look at you, “Whatever made you come over here tonight.”

He took a deep breath, one that you could hear catching in his throat. He shook his head. “I don’t.”

You weren’t going to force it, not on a night when he seemed so exhausted. There would be more time tomorrow to press it if you needed to. “Okay. You…you wanna try and get some sleep?”

He hesitated by he finally nodded, “Y-yea. Okay.”

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464 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Obsessed with one of my JJ fics being my top post of the year. It's what he deserves. Whumptober King 😌

Also the way that I'm not surprised at all that Cricket is the person I've reblogged from the most. Tbh I would be upset if any other blog took that spot. 😂💖

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lorirwritesfanfic · 2 years ago

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#but i know that if i start playing it i'll get sucked into that fake perfect world and ignore that i have to eat/sleep/shower/pay bills 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

Because Of Him

Author's note: I wrote this in one sitting! Yes, that's all my notes are about. (sorry, it's been a few weeks since the last time I finished and posted a story.)

[Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Perfect Match

Characters: Sloane Washington, Hayden Young, F!MC (Natasha Park)

Rating: G

Word count: 928

Reading time: 4 min

Summary: An incident reminds Sloane of how much Hayden (and Dipper) mean to her.

Based on the prompt: @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek day three: friendships

Sloane's left knee bounces up and down as she sits on the waiting room of the veterinary hospital they always take Dipper. She always told herself she's more of a cat person, but things slowly changed when she became Hayden's handler and she had to adopt a dog for him.

The idea of getting an animal so loud, clingy and with a potential to destroy her apartment was daunting, but sacrifices had to be made. Back then, she had no idea she would come to love Hayden as dearly as she would love a younger brother or how much Dipper would grow on her. But most of all, she didn't expect to feel so emotional when it comes to either of them.

She glanced around the room, then at her wristwatch, and chewed on a nail, knee bouncing frantically. Why is it taking so long?

Just then, Natasha's beaming face pops on the screen of her phone. Then she realizes it isn't her phone. But given how hectic the night was, it doesn't surprise her that she ended up switching phones with Hayden by accident.

"Hey, Natasha..."

"Sloane? Hey! Khaan dropped by to give back your phone. He said Hamza found it on the floor of his car."

"I didn't realize I didn't have it with me until now... but thanks... How's everything there?"

"Everyone left. I just finished cleaning everything with Nadia and she went home now. Where's Hayden?"

"He went out for coffee."

"Any news on Dipper?"

"She's on a surgery right now."

"Oh... I didn't know it was that bad..."

"It kinda is..."

A brief silence settles between them.

"I'm so sorry, Sloane..."

"It's not your fault, Natasha."

"But it happened because of me."

"It's nobody's fault. You couldn't have known Dipper was going to eat your slice of cake when you left and all of us got distracted."

"Yeah... I guess..."

"Everything is going to be fine. We just have to—" Sloane trails off when the veterinarian and Hayden walk into the waiting room.

"What is it?"

"Hayden and Dipper's vet are back."

"Oh! Is the surgery over?"

"Maybe? I don't know..."

"Go ask them! I'll wait here."

"Okay."

Sloane puts her phone in her jacket pocket as she stands up meet them. Much to her relief, Hayden smiles when the vet puts the fourteen carat diamond ring in his palm.

"Here you go, Mr. Young."

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26 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

Kenna Rys moodboard for @choicesaprilchallenge day one: The Crown & The Flame

36 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

Decisions

Author's note: Guess who’s finally posting a For The World To Know chapter? 😁 Took me three years to get this story unstuck, so please be kind to me if you decide to comment. [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: The Royal Romance - Book Three

Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), Madeleine Amaranth, Regina Rys

Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade)

Rating: T

Word count: 4887

Reading time: ~20min

Summary: As the wedding approaches, Jade will struggle with the compromises she will have to make to become Liam’s wife.

Jade walked down the hallway leading to the main lounge of the palace, where she would decide the final details of her wedding. Though she wasn't looking forward to meeting Regina and Madeleine, any moment with her fiancé to talk about the future was still worth it. The thought of having cake and making the last adjustments about the ceremony and reception with her betrothed felt like paradise for her. Even if the other people there wouldn't allow them to enjoy this little piece of heaven for too long.

Her eyes sparkled with joy as she spotted Liam by the door talking on the phone. With a wide smile, the duchess approached her fiancé and encircled her arms around his strong frame, resting her head on his back.

"My apologies, sir, but I have a meeting to attend. Have a good day," Liam hung up, lifted Jade's hands to his lips, kissed her knuckles and turned around to gaze at her.

"You didn't have to hang up, Li. I could've waited until you finished the call."

"I could never leave my queen waiting," he said, kissing her forehead. "Are you ready for the last meeting?"

"No..." She made a face, making him chuckle. "I know what you're thinking, but it's not because it's a meeting with Madeleine and Regina. It's the last meeting."

Liam cupped her face, caressing her cheek gently. "Are you concerned about anything, my love? Are you having second thoughts?"

"No! I have no doubts about what I want. I was just thinking about our wedding. Time flew by us lately."

"Both of us are busier now, my love," Liam explained. "And I have a feeling our lives will get more hectic as the wedding approaches."

"I feel like we only see each other at courtly functions or formal meetings." Jade frowned. "We barely had any time alone this week."

"I did notice that. In that spirit, I'd like you to join me for lunch. We'll have plenty of time to talk in private. Maybe even kiss and do other things as well," he whispered as one hand rested on the small of her back.

"I'd like that. But we can start the kissing part now," the duchess suggested with a mischievous smile.

"You make a fair point as usual, my queen."

With that, Liam pulled her closer and leaned in, pressing his lips on hers. Jade tugged on his jacket and deepened the kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still for the two of them. But as heat began to spread within her, he pulled away.

"We should get in now," the monarch whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Five more minutes?" Jade looked at the King with her best smile and pleading eyes.

"We can't keep Madeleine and Regina waiting forever."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckled softly, but shook his head.

"Fine..."

She made a face that quickly dissolved by her fiancé as he kissed her cheek a few times before they walked into the private lounge.

As the guards opened the doors for the two of them, Queen Mother Regina gave the couple a subtle glare as she sipped her tea. Madeleine looked at her golden wrist watch then reached for her tablet.

"It took long enough for the two of you to arrive." Madeleine raised an eyebrow as the couple sat on the loveseat across from her.

"My apologies, Madeleine. Though our wedding ceremony is important to us, my role as the monarch of this country and Jade's new obligations as ruler of Valtoria also demand our attention," Liam explained.

"Of course, Your Majesty," the countess replied, looking down at her tablet.

Jade glanced at her fiancé with her eyes widened, who replied with a smile and a wink.

"We're eleven minutes late, so let's not waste another moment," Queen Mother said as she signaled for the maids to serve them tea. "Shall we take a look at the menu options once again?"

Liam and Jade nodded.

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Author's note: Late submission to day two of KLAW and day eight Royal n Noble April Tea Party. Sorry, I got a cruel disease that doesn't allow me to write much. [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade)

Rating: M

Word count: 434

Reading time: 2 min

Summary: "Uneasy is the head that wears the crown."¹

Based on the prompts: @kingliamappreciationweek - day two: Liam the King / @choicesaprilchallenge - The Royal Romance/Masquerade/Heir: The Rys

Warning: This piece contains adult material (brief mention of sexual assault attempt) that may be disturbing/offensive for some people. Reader discretion is advised.

The crowd rose to their feet when Liam walked towards the middle of the ballroom, where a platform and the throne were placed for the coronation of the future king. Wearing the royal cape and the crown he used as a prince for the last time, the young prince carried the royal scepter in one hand and the orb in the other and took his place before King Constantine so the coronation could start.

To all onlookers, it was a mystery yet not a surprise that the crown prince remained calm and solemnly took his vows, pledging himself to the service of ruling Cornodia. After the scandal that exposed the suitor believed to be the prince's favorite, anyone else in shoes would've stuttered, tripped in the middle of the room or panicked. But not him. Prince Liam wasn't the firstborn, but more than anyone else in the royal family, he was the perfect image of poise, strength and stability, traits all citizens agreed the kingdom needed.

The audience, however, often failed to see the man behind the stoic mask. While he pretended to be unaffected by the previous events of the night, deep within himself, he was hurting. His heart ached. He knew it was all a ruse. He knew about the broken lock of Jade's door. He knew that a man he once saw as a friend forced himself upon the woman he'd choose as his queen. He knew she wasn't approved by royal advisors and many would benefit from her downfall.

What the people failed to see is that he also knew her. He knew her intentions, her dreams, what she wanted out of life, and what she wanted from him. And this is precisely why it was so hard for him to stand there, become king and choose someone else when every part of him ached for her.

All his life had been planned out by others. He had accepted his fate. But now that he knew what love felt like, he was no longer the same. He was so close to having so much more than he ever hoped for and it slipped through his fingers like water. How could he keep going?

As the monarch's crown was placed on his head, he recalled a moment he had with her. She mentioned how the crown looked heavy in pictures and he explained the meaning behind its heaviness. Wearing the crown came with big responsibilities and he understood that much from a very young age. What he didn't know was how uneasy he would feel when that moment came at last.

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¹ Shakespeare, William. Henry IV, Part II. 1600

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