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camillemontespan · 1 year ago

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insignificant [drake x camille]

I thought I'd write a Drake x Camille fic after months and months of no writing. This is old school Drake x Camille. It felt nice writing them again!

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‘I am dreading this, Drake,’ Camille groaned. ‘Why does it have to be a whole weekend?’

Drake Walker let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Because Olivia is an asshole, that’s why.’

The two of them were trudging through the snow behind the group. Liam, Hana and Maxwell were ahead, all laughing and joking. It was Drake and Camille, the two unwilling participants, at the back.

They were spending the weekend at Olivia's castle in Lythikos as part of the suitor competition. Camille had never been before and so far, she was out of her comfort zone. New York had cold, bitter winters, yes. But Lythikos was another level.

‘She hates me,’ Camille continued, stomping her way through the heavy snow. ‘I know all the suitors have to do this but I just feel like she’s going to make my weekend a living hell.’

‘Welcome to my life, Montespan,’ Drake said through gritted teeth. ‘Everyday with Olivia Nevrakis is like Groundhog Day.’

‘Oh, are you Bill Murray?’ Camille quipped, her tone lightly teasing.

Drake stopped in his tracks and gave her a withering look. ‘Hey. I am obviously Andie MacDowall.’

Camille burst out laughing. Drake felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. He liked making her laugh even though he shouldn’t.

Stop it. Stop enjoying this.

‘Alright, come on Andie,’ Camille crowed, taking Drake by the arm and pulling him along. ‘We should catch up with the others.’

‘Oh joy..’ Drake muttered.

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Lythikos Keep was a fortress of solitude.That was all Drake could say about it. Most people would say it was a medieval castle that held centuries of rich Cordonian history within its walls but for Drake, it was as cold and empty as the woman who lived in it.

Olivia Neverakis was very tall and slender with skin like porcelain. Her red hair hung down her back in waves and her eyes were blue and catlike. Everything about her was intimidating and that was exactly how she liked it.

She showed the group to their respective bedrooms, leaving Drake and Camille until last.

Hana, Maxwell, Kiara and Penelope were to stay on the fifth floor. Madeline and Liam were to stay on Olivia’s floor which occupied the top of the castle.

Drake was expecting to be housed in the dungeon but clearly, Liam had spoken to Olivia before she had any ideas. His bedroom was on the third floor opposite Camille’s.

‘I thought the two Americans would like to be near each other,’ Olivia explained, her eyes focusing on Drake. ‘Since you have more in common.’

Camille frowned. ‘Olivia, that’s not fair on Drake, he’s Liam’s best friend-’

‘It’s fine,’ Drake interrupted. ‘I’m used to Olivia’s hospitality.’ He cast a glance over at Camille, who was clenching her hands into fists. ‘That doesn’t mean you should put up with it though.’

Camille looked up at Drake. ‘Drake, you shouldn’t be putting up with it either.’

Olivia’s eyes flashed. ‘Are you insulting my hospitality, Camille? If you like, you can stay in the dungeon. I can easily ask my servants to move your things-’

‘Don’t talk to her that way,’ Drake cut in, his voice like ice.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re awfully protective over her, Drake. Anything to tell me?’

Drake’s chest puffed out as he stared at Olivia with narrowed eyes.

He had grown up with her and he knew how she worked. Everything to Olivia was a game and she always had to come out on top.

Her one weakness was Liam.

Everyone knew she was in love with him, including Liam himself. But she would never have him. ‘The she-wolf of Lythikos’ was what some people called her and Drake didn’t blame them.

‘I’m just saying that since it's her first visit here, she should be near her friends,’ Drake bit back. ‘That’s all.’

‘Drake, we’re friends!’ Camille protested. ‘We can be hall mates.’

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘God, you’re so.. Peppy. Right, wine and cheese downstairs in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.’

‘Whereabouts downstairs do we meet you…?’ Camille asked but trailed off as Olivia was already strutting away down the corridor.

Camille sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘Fine, we’ll just find our own way through this fortress of solitude then..’

Drake held back a smile as he picked up her suitcases - yes, she had brought two suitcases for one weekend. ‘Come on, Montespan,’ he said, ‘open the door.’

Camille blushed. ‘I can carry my own things, Drake.’

‘I know,’ he said, ‘but since hospitality is at such a low bar, I figured I should at least help you.’

Camille giggled and opened the door to let them both inside.

Drake put her suitcases down on the floor and turned to face Camille. ‘So, meet you in the corridor in fifteen minutes?’

Camille gave him a mischievous look. Drake looked at her warily. He knew that look already. He'd seen it whenever she shared a dirty joke with Maxwell or gossiped with Hana.

‘What the hell are you planning, Montespan?’

Camille reached into her handbag and brought out a hipflask. ‘Fancy some whisky?’

Drake blinked, staring at the hip flask in her hand. She shook it so the liquid sloshed inside, full of promise.

‘Hell yeah,’ Drake finally said, his voice coming out like a croak.

Camille grinned and opened the hip flask. She passed him it and as he took it, their fingers brushed gently.

Drake tossed his head back as he took a long sip. The whisky burned his throat. God, it tasted good. He passed her the hip flask back and she took a swig, not once tearing her eyes off his. Drake stared at her, his eyes boring into hers.

‘You surprise me, Montespan..’ he murmured.

Camille shrugged, giving him a shy smile. ‘Let’s stick together this weekend,’ she said softly.

Drake took the hip flask from her and sipped from it again

I’ve got you, kid.’

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Drake didn't like wine.

Tonight's event was wine tasting, canapes and cheeseboards which Drake also didn't like. A cheeseboard was NOT a dessert option!

He stood beside Liam as they sipped red wine from crystal glasses.

‘I appreciate you coming here, Drake,’ Liam told him warmly. ‘It’s nice to see you being social.’

Drake grimaced. ‘Someone’s gotta look out for Montespan.’

Liam looked from Drake to where Camille was sitting talking to Hana and Maxwell, as she always did. ‘Looks like Hana and Maxwell look out for her too,’ he replied wistfully.

Drake swallowed and took a long sip of his wine. He always had to be careful with what he said in front of Liam. He couldn’t let Liam have an inkling that Drake sort of, maybe, kind of liked Camille.

It was fine though. It was just a small crush. He could push it down and then he would get over it.

Drake watched Camille as she talked to Hana and Maxwell. She was focusing on what Maxwell was saying, her eyes trained on him, smiling as he continued speaking. When Camille spoke to you, she made you feel like the only person in the world.

It was just a crush.

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Later that evening, the group settled down by the fire for drinks. Olivia made sure that she sat beside Liam, giving him her utmost attention.

Camille settled down beside Drake. Their legs grazed as she moved beside him, making Drake feel like he was on fire.

Or maybe that was just the fire beside him.

‘Having a nice time?’ she asked softly, giving his shoulder a nudge with hers.

‘Now I am,’ Drake said before he could stop himself. He turned bright red as soon as he said it.

Camille smiled. ‘Good, I’m glad.’

Their eyes held for a long moment until the sound of Olivia clearing her throat broke their gazes.

‘So Drake..’ Olivia said, her voice wheedling. ‘How’s Savannah?’

Drake felt his blood run cold. He hadn’t been expecting to hear his sister’s name ever since she had disappeared. Savannah had tried so hard to fit in with Olivia and Madeleine but it had never been enough. She had been gone for ten months and Drake had no idea where she was.

‘None of your business, Olivia,’ Drake muttered.

‘Charming!’ Madeleine cut in, her voice lilting. ‘You going to let him talk to you like that, Livvy?’

Olivia narrowed her eyes at Drake as she held her wine glass in her hand. ‘No I’m not. Watch how you talk to me, Walker. You’re a guest at my castle this weekend, I demand respect. I know that’s hard for you but this weekend, just try it.’

‘Liv, enough..’ Liam muttered. ‘Please just be nice-’

‘I am being nice,’ Olivia interrupted. ‘I’m asking him about Savannah.’

‘And I’m telling you it’s none of your business,’ Drake said cooly.

‘Who’s Savannah?’ Camille asked.

Drake closed his eyes. He hadn’t told Camille about his sister. He hadn’t wanted to open up like that. Unburdening himself seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

‘His sister, of course!’ Madeleine said. ‘Come on, Camille, you’ve been spending so much time with Drake, you didn’t know about her?’

Camille frowned and looked down at her wine glass. ‘No..’ she said quietly.

‘Wow, I guess the two Americans don’t really know each other after all,’ Olivia quipped, running her finger along her wine glass.

Drake stood up abruptly. Without a word, he slammed his wine glass down on the table and strode away from the sofa area. He pulled open the French doors that led outside. He needed air. He needed to get away from this situation.

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As soon as Drake stepped outside, he realised that he hadn’t taken his coat or scarf. It was fucking freezing. Snow covered the ground and it was still falling.

‘Fuck it,’ Drake muttered. He strode through the snow, bracing himself as his boots plunged through. If he caught a cold, fuck it. He could spend a few days resting in his room at the palace, excused from social events. If he died from hypothermia, fuck it. He would be dead.

He kept walking until the snow felt heavy against his legs. Without one last fuck left to give, Drake slumped down on the snow and breathed out into the cold night air.

It was so dark. The stars above him twinkled in the sky. Looking up at them, he felt insignificant. That wasn’t new but at least, in the grand scheme of things, everyone who looked up at the stars felt insignificant. Under the milky way, everyone in the world was insignificant. Even Olivia Nevrakis.

Drake sighed. He thought about how quiet and despondent Camille had sounded when she realised she didn’t know who Savannah was. His heart tugged with guilt.

Camille was a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve. She cared deeply about people. She was an open book, always talking about feelings. If she wasn’t so beautiful and kind, Drake would have avoided her like the plague.

But he hadn’t avoided her like the plague. No, Drake had looked after her. When Liam was busy with the other suitors, Drake spent time with Camille. He would go out of his way to talk to her, see her, tease her. By being Camille, she had pulled Drake in and now he was in her world.

Camille wasn’t insignificant.

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‘Drake.’

He looked up to find Camille standing over him. She was bundled up in a coat and scarf, her breath thick in the air.

‘Montespan? You should be inside-’

‘No, YOU should be inside,’ Camille interrupted. ‘Don’t let Olivia get to you! Come back inside and sit by the fire with me. We can talk. You’re not wearing a coat or scarf, you’re going to catch hypothermia-’

‘Fuck it..’ Drake droned, his voice monotone.

Camille stared at him for a long moment until she nodded, seeming to make a decision. Drake watched as she pulled her scarf from her neck.

‘Montespan, what are you doing-’

She sank down to her knees and wrapped her scarf around his neck. It was warm from her skin and it smelled of her perfume. Notes of jasmine and musk.

‘I don’t want you getting sick,’ Camille said quietly,’ and I don’t want you feeling bad.’

Her eyes fixed on his. Drake swallowed, unsure of how to react to how close she was, how intense she was. She had never been this intense with him before.

‘Olivia’s a bitch,’ Camille went on. ‘So is Madeline. They had no right to bring up your sister. I don’t know what happened with Savannah but it’s clearly a painful topic for you. But you should not be outside in the snow. You don’t belong out here, you belong with me.’

Drake started at her words. ‘W-with you?’

Camille bit her lip before smiling weakly. ‘We said we would stick together this weekend, didn’t we?’

Drake felt his heart sink. Of course. She wasn’t being all romantic. She was being his friend.

It’s just a crush.

Camille held out her hand to him. ‘Come back with me?’

Drake looked at her for a long moment. She was silhouetted against the moon which cast a silver glow over her. She looked even more beautiful than ever. He studied her, taking in everything about her. How her mouth quirked up at the corners so it looked like she was always smiling. He thought about her as a person. How she tried so hard to be kind to everyone, including him. How good a person she was. How genuine she was.

It’s not just a crush.

He gestured up to the sky. ‘Actually, do you wanna look at the stars with me?’

Camille blinked, not expecting Drake Walker of all people to ask her to look at the stars.

‘Uhh, sure..’

She sat down beside him, letting out a squeak as her ass settled on the snow. Drake let out a laugh. ‘Montespan, did you just squeak?’

‘No!’

‘You did! You sounded like a mouse!’

Camille covered her eyes with her hands. ‘Oh god, get me some more cheese!’

Drake grinned at her and the two of them slowly became quiet, looking up at the stars.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my sister,’ Drake said, his voice breaking the silence. ‘I should have.’

‘You don’t owe me anything, Drake,’ Camille replied. ‘It’s your business.’

‘Yeah but you tell me everything..’

Camille visibly swallowed. ‘Not everything..’ she whispered.

Drake wanted to ask her more. What did she not tell him? What was inside that mind of hers?

Before he could speak, Camille pointed up at the sky and let out a squeal. ‘Oh my god, Drake, a shooting star!’

Drake was alert now. ‘What?! Where?!’

‘In the sky, you idiot!’ Camille teased, playfully hitting his shoulder.

Drake turned red. ‘I meant, where in the sky, Montespan!’

Camille laughed and rested her head on his shoulder without warning. ‘You missed it,’ she said softly, ‘but it was beautiful. I’ve never seen a shooting star before. I should make a wish.’

Drake was afraid to move. He didn’t want her to move either.

‘Whatcha gonna wish for, Montespan?’

Camille giggled. ‘For you to call me Camille.’

Drake let out a surprised laugh. ‘No chance.’

‘One day you will.’

Camille stood up, shivering now. ‘I’m cold,’ she said simply.

Drake sighed and dragged himself to his feet. ‘I suppose we should go back in,’ he muttered. ‘Because it’s so fun at Olivia’s castle.’

His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Camille pressed her lips together to hold in laughter at how dry he was. Together, they began to walk through the snow. Drake breathed in the scent of Camille’s scarf, feeling warm.

‘Aah!’

Camille skidded. Drake caught her by the arm, pulling her into him so she didn’t fall. They remained pressed close to each other. Camille’s hands gripped his elbows.

‘I’m a clutz..’ she muttered.

‘Easy done,’ Drake murmured. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and he hoped she couldn’t feel it. Slowly, they broke apart but Camille’s hand travelled down his arm to take his hand.

‘For safety,’ she said assertively.

Drake felt his heart leap in his chest. To cover his surprise, he smirked. ‘Sure. For safety.’

They held hands as they trudged through the snow, Camille’s delicate slender hands in Drake’s bear paw. As they got closer to the castle, they walked slower and slower.

‘Wanna just hang out here just us?’ Drake asked, half joking, half hopeful. ‘I’m good at camping, I can find us something to build a tent-like structure, burn some wood..’

Camille laughed and squeezed his hand. ‘As fun as that would be, I kind of want my bed.’

They were close to the castle now. Stopping, Camille looked up at Drake and gave hish hand another squeeze. ‘We stick together, remember?’

Drake smiled softly. He reached out to unwind Camille’s scarf from his neck. Silently, he wound it around her neck, making sure it was knotted comfortably. His fingers grazed her collarbone. In a moment, Camille’s hand reached up to grasp his wrist, keeping his fingers in place on her skin. Their eyes remained fixed on each other.

‘I’ve got you, kid,’ Drake told her.

It’s not just a crush.

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annabellewynter · 2 years ago

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Hello Again!

Hi everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to say hello. I have been back on the platform for a week or two with a new handle @annabellewynter, however, I was on Tumblr and part of the Choices community for many years as speedyoperarascalparty. I decided a few years ago to leave Tumblr for personal reasons and recently I took a long hiatus from writing at all.

I’ve learned several things in my time away, and I think I’ve done a little growing up too. I thought I might share a few of the lessons I had to learn the hard way, in case it helps any people here that are struggling with whether to step away, deactivate, etc.

I do not recall how many followers I had when I left Tumblr. Although it may have felt like it mattered at the time, it truly does not, so please try not to let that be a focus for you.

I can not remember how many comments any one of my stories received, how many likes, reblogs, etc. But at the time, it seemed to be the ONLY measure of success I cared about

I do remember the moments when writing felt great. The times that a storyline clicked, I got that feeling in my stomach of euphoria. That’s what writing should feel like and it’s the reason I came back.

I also remember feeling emotionally taxed, judged, and pressured to make others happy and to compare myself to others who are more popular/well-read, or successful than myself. This came from my insecurities and no one else.

So this time around, I have rejoined the platform for me. I am writing my own stories, with my original characters. Some of the stories will be former TRR ones that I started and never finished. Some will look similar in parts and very different in others. But, I am writing for me this time, on my timeline and content I truly enjoy. If you feel like reading, you are welcome to. If it's not your cup of tea, no hard feelings in any way. Do what is right for you.

I am not really reading choices fanfiction at this point but will certainly check out a story here and there, particularly if you need a little support or encouragement, so feel free to tag me.

I am also here for anyone who might currently be feeling the way I was and would like to chat. I will not judge you, I will not talk negatively behind anyone’s back or hold any grudges. My purpose in posting this is to share my journey in the event it helps you on your own.

I wish you all the best!

Formerly,

Pamela Walker, speedyoperarascalparty,

Currently,

Annabelle Wynter

I have no idea who is even on this platform anymore, so just tagging a few of my former mutuals.

@leelee10898 @kingliam2019 @gnatbrain @jovialyouthmusic @riseandshinelittleblossom @twinkleallnight @nestledonthaveone @sweetest-marbear @bascmve01 @kimmiedoo5 @sirbeepsalot @axwalker @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @tinkie1973 @bebepac

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larryssunflower · 1 year ago

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Mushy Thank You 🫶

It’s been a WHILE since I’ve been on here, idk if anyone is gonna see this or even remembers me but i just wanted to express my gratitude for you all!! My writing on here was a bit rough BUT because of my wonderful mutuals, i kept writing and improving! it was my first experience in a community that supported my writing and genuinely was a wonderful time in my life 🥹

I’m currently a writer in a different fandom and my fanfic is now one of the most popular in its niche on ao3 and wattpad (don’t worry- my writing has gotten better I swear haha)

And I honestly don’t think I would’ve continued writing if it wasn’t for the time I spent in this community!! i’ve just finished my fanfic that hundreds of thousands of people (somehow) genuinely love. It’s something i’m extremely proud of and it’s all due to you!! Thank you so much to those who supported me and if anyone does see this, i hope you are doing well! I’ll always remember how sweet and supportive this community was, ily 🥹🫶

tagging old mutuals, miss you lovely people!! - @ravenpuff02 @simplyaiden-blog @msjr0119 @butindeed @mfackenthal @choices-lurker @american-duchess @drakelover78 @monosodiumglutamateme @crookedslimecreatorpasta @mrsdrakewalkerblog @traeumerinwitzhelden @gardeningourmet @speedyoperarascalparty @agent-zephyrkah @liam-rhys-x-mc-x-constantine @snyggflicka @texaskitten30 @annekebbphotography @irishwhiskys-blog @nomadics-stuff @catlady0911 @twinkle-320 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @drakewalker04 @bigmemesplz @jovialyouthmusic @sleepwalkingelite @pintobom @moneyfordiamonds @mskaneko @lauzales @princessleac1 @kingliam2019 @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @drake-colt-lover-99

#choices #playchoices #thankyou #ily #fanfic #fanficwriter

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choicesfandomappreciation · 4 years ago

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I wanna shout out to @ao719, @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat, @ritachacha, @jovialyouthmusic, @annekebbphotography, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @myclevernamehere, @aworldoffandoms and @speedyoperarascalparty for their unwavering support with writing advice and personal issues for me. It’s really helped me being able to talk to them about writers block and ideas for my fics and has helped with my mental health during lockdown. They are all such talented writers and I’m grateful for each and everyone of you. Being able to talk to you all about my issues has been a huge help with how I feel and has helped me learn to not bottle my feelings up. Much love to you all ❤️💖

@ao719, @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat, @ritachacha, @jovialyouthmusic, @annekebbphotography, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @myclevernamehere, @aworldoffandoms and @speedyoperarascalparty

#ao719 #sawyeroakleyscowboyhat #ritachacha #jovialyouthmusic #annekebbphotography #kenna-and-val-are-my-queens #myclevernamehere #aworldoffandoms #speedyoperarascalparty #cfa

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years ago

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Girls’ Night Out Revisted

I’m posting this as part of the Wacky Drabbles challenge. Prompt is in bold. If you’re confused, here’s a post that will explain all

2 The Girls Regroup

Elizabeth Dalgleish dreamed of her Captain, and how wonderful it would be when they were married. When she awoke, she was to dress for her wedding, hopefully the happiest day of her life. But voices disturbed her slumber – familiar voices that reminded of something that might have been a dream, but how the wild and outlandish things that she had seen and experienced could possibly come from her imagination, she had no inkling. Perhaps she was going mad for longing of her sweetheart.

‘She’s waking up, stand back, we don’t want to frighten her again’ The name Charlotte drifted into her mind.

‘But she knows who we are’ Lizzie kept her eyes tight shut so she could try and work things out, and the next name that came to her was Sophia.

‘She might just think it’s all a dream – if she even remembers. It’s been a while’ It was all coming back to her. Was that Queen Charlotte?

‘I don’t even know how you got to her on the night before her wedding, I’ve barely written the bit before her engagement’ That had to be Les.

‘Virtual timelines are seriously weird’ Lizzie could no longer wonder what the women were talking about as she clearly remembered Lucy. Her eyelids fluttered open to find herself in her own bedchamber with the four women grouped around her.

‘Is it time to get dressed?’ she asked ‘Is it my wedding day?’ Sophia’s face conveyed sadness.

‘I’m sorry Lizzie, no it isn’t. You’ve been waiting some time I’m afraid’

‘I’m sorry to bother you – but we have a question for you. No hurry, take your time to wake up’ Les said. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Charlotte produced a glass of water for her and she drank thirstily.

‘We were out together somewhere strange’ she said ‘I met all of your beaus’ She blushed to remember how the women’s sweethearts had danced and taken their clothes off for entertainment.

‘You did, sweetie’ Lucy said ‘Do you remember us asking if we could do it again for each of us?’ Lizzie frowned in concentration.

‘I think so’ she replied, getting out of bed and reaching for her robe to draw around her shoulders, more for modesty than for warmth. She wore a long nightdress, but as it was warm, the fabric was a fine clinging muslin. No matter that previously she had worn a figure hugging dress and translucent leggings, she felt indecent in her nightclothes.

‘Well’ began Charlotte ‘We’ve a favour to ask. We each think we should be first to celebrate but we can’t decide who’ Lizzie raised her eyebrows. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed.

‘It’s like this – Lucy thinks she should be first because her story was the first Les wrote. Charlotte thinks – well she thinks I shouldn’t be first because Les has written about me most recently’ she sighed ‘But then both she and Lucy have already had their weddings – and Lucy had two. I’m not even engaged’

‘Why don’t you have one big celebration?’ Lizzie asked, still not entirely sure she was truly awake.

‘Oh, just once?’ Lucy exclaimed ‘That’s hardly fair. How about a road trip? I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas’ Charlotte looked thoughtful and Sophia raised her eyebrows. Lizzies eyes grew wide – she’d always wanted to travel, and John had promised her they would once they were married. They were due to go to the Continent on the first stage of their honeymoon. She wasn’t sure where ‘Vegas’ was.

‘Paris would be nice’ Charlotte mused. Les smiled and Lizzie nodded enthusiastically. She’d certainly heard of Paris, but due to relations with France being strained, they wouldn’t be going there on their honeymoon.

‘Distance no object here’ Les said. ‘In my world you have to have money to travel, and it takes time. You can be anywhere you could imagine in the wink of an eye here. Personally I’d love it, travel stresses me out where I come from’

‘Well that sorts out where to go’ chimed in Sophia ‘and that will probably dictate what we do. But we still haven’t decided who goes first.’

‘We can pace ourselves’ Les said ‘It sounds like Lucy’s idea would be pretty hectic, but Paris might give us a chance to recover’

‘I bet Paris has some pretty cool nightclubs’ Lucy grinned. ‘Come on Soph, where do you want to go?’ Sophia pulled at her earlobe in thought.

‘Definitely by the sea – some tropical island perhaps’

‘Doesn’t sound much like a girl’s night out’ Lucy grumbled.

‘Everyone’s different’ Charlotte pointed out ‘And like Les said, we need to pace ourselves. I’d rather have a sophisticated tea party. Perhaps we could have a beach party for Sophia’

‘Champagne in Paris and cocktails on the beach?’ Lucy asked hopefully.

‘That would be acceptable’ Charlotte said primly. Meanwhile, Lizzie had been thinking about their schedule.

‘Sophia, you aren’t even engaged to be married?’ she asked. Sophia shook her head

‘In our times many couples stay together for life without marrying, but it would be nice. I don’t want a big wedding’ she said wistfully. Lizzie was shocked at the impropriety of it all, but the women were her friends and had been kind to her.

‘Then we shall do something special for you’ she suggested ‘Which means you should go last of all to give us time to plan – how does that sound?’ The three other women nodded their assent.

‘Lucy is itching to go and paint the town red’ Les said ‘So I vote we go to Vegas first, and then have a more sophisticated and restful soiree for Charlotte’ Lucy whooped with excitement.

‘At frigging last - Vegas here we come!’

#wacky drabbles #girls night out #jovialyouthmusic #Elizabeth Dalgliesh #sophia turner #queen charlotte #lucy valois

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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✏ Percy xx

My baby! 🙈 and I’m in the midst of hurting him. 🙈

He is the complete opposite of his father Zachariah Hunter. His father was very into the thought that image mattered and liked to display his wealth. He cared more about himself than the well-being of the people in his duchy. Zachariah had to be addressed by title by everyone. He desired control and hated when people went against him.

Percy is kind, laid back and caring and so much like his mother. He would never cheat, and hates Cordonian arrangements, one tore his family apart he would never have one. He couldn’t care less about his title or his image. He cares for the people in his duchy and is very hands on. He keeps very few staff and pays them well. He doesn’t often hold grudges but he can’t stand Regina.

#Jovialyouthmusic #e answers #perceval hunter #oc asks #oc headcanons

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the-everlasting-dream · 5 years ago

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Uhh there has been so much drama over these awards that I actually don't see the results on my feed. I went to bed last night - nada. This morning - buried under a torrent of 'debate'. Link please!

I’ll PM it to you after I sift through all the drama @jovialyouthmusic

#you ask elle answers #jovialyouthmusic

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dcbbw · 2 years ago

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Author Update

Hello, Tumblr! Some of you know the details and particulars of my life at the moment but some of you don’t know what’s going on other than “life.”

II have been dealing with a LOT lately between work and home, and it’s beginning to affect my physical health (I’ve lost 29 pounds, complete exhaustion, and swear to God I’m growing a cyst on my eye) and my mental (forgetfulness, no motivation for anything, and work productivity is not what it used to be).

My solace, my grounding, my happy place is in writing, but I really haven’t done any of that lately. I did start some new stories and tried to finish up others; I have them in my head but the sheer amount of effort to break open the laptop and putting words to page is almost overwhelming most days.

Maybe it’s stress, perhaps a mild form of depression to help me cope with what my life has become now … I don’t know. What I do know is, what this latest chapter of my life is giving me things I definitely did not sign up for. While I have accepted that this chapter is not about Robin, rather care of and service to others … I did not expect the struggles of all types I am facing and the lack of help and support.

I just want a day. A day to sleep in, to not shower and stay half-naked in bed, to read, write, cook a meal without someone over my shoulder … to have privacy and quiet and no obligations. Just one day.

And it’s too much to ask for.

I want a paycheck that isn’t gone two days after I get it because I am now doing for at least three people what I used to do for one, and on half the salary.

I’m tired of my plans … my simple as fuck plans … being put on the backburner for someone else’s emergency.

I’m tired of worrying about what the hell is gonna pop off next.

I’m tired of seeing (and everyone else seeing it as well) people fall off physically and mentally, but I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces.

I’m tired of being the lowest paid in the office but doing everyone’s job.

I can’t even self-care because I’m constantly broke and always on someone else’s schedule. I shouldn’t have to be sick to be able to sleep in without guilt and reprimand.

I’m tired of being unable to break down, because if I break down … I may not want to be put back together.

So this is my rant, my vent, my therapy.

I called out from work today; going to try to get a nap in, and possibly some writing (@peonierose sent a fun ask), but no guarantees.

I’m just struggling to get through another 24 hours.

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#not choices #dcbbw talks

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katedrakeohd · 1 year ago

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Cordonia's Royal Romance and Royal Heir Cast of Characters

I've been playing with the AI generator Imagine AI.

The different AI renderings weren't always consistent with faces, but I tried making things as descriptive as possible, these are the best ones so far.

Part 1 - The Court

Part 2 - The Royals

Part 3 - The Ladies of the Court

Bonus: Waking up Next to your favourite male love interest.

Tagging:

@angelasscribbles @karahalloway @jovialyouthmusic @twinkleallnight @nestledonthaveone

#drake walker #choices #the royal heir #the royal romance #trr drake #king liam #trr maxwell #choices fandom

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camillemontespan · 2 years ago

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forever and eternity [drake x camille AU] [chapter two: the descendants]

@karahalloway @sophxwithers @katedrakeohd @angelasscribbles @notoriouscs @jovialyouthmusic @twinkle1973 @gardeningourmet @saivilo

@moonlightgem7

I’m not sure who else is still languishing in this fandom but here is the 2nd chapter of this AU fic that seems to have gotten some popularity. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I appreciate your comments.

Chapter One here

In my head canon, Camille is actually a descendant of Madame de Montespan, purely because I LOVE Montespan’s story. It might seem a bit silly writing her into it like this but this is my fic so...

********************************* It had been 96 years since Camille Montespan had seen Drake Walker.

She rounded the corner around the back of the diner and pitched up against the brick wall, leaning her hands on the wall so she could steady herself. Hot tears blinded her vision as she struggled to breathe.

‘Camille!’

His voice. His voice had a certain softness underneath the deep tones. So familiar to her.

She slowly turned around to face Drake. He looked like he had seen a ghost. She imagined that she did too.

‘How are.. How are you still alive?’ Camille asked, knowing her question sounded incredibly weird to a casual observer but to her, it meant the world.

‘How are YOU still alive?’ Drake hurled back. His skin had gone back to normal but his eyes were still wild. ‘Camille, what the fuck?’

Camille raised a hand. ‘Hey, don’t start interrogating me, Drake! I have questions for you too!’

Drake stepped back. His eyes now narrowed.

‘You’ve got questions for me?’ he asked. ‘Seriously? Camille, you’re the one who upped and left! You didn’t even leave a note! I woke up and you were gone!’

As his voice began to rise, Camille’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She brought her hands up to grip her head as she turned around in a circle, trying to make sense of what was happening right now.

‘It’s been 96 years,’ Drake went on, his voice harsh, ‘I have thought about you every fucking day for 96 years. I thought you were gone. Dead. But no. Here you are, working in this shitty diner looking like you haven’t aged a day!’

Camille rubbed her eyes fiercely. When she looked up at him, he was staring at her, waiting for her to speak.

‘I didn’t know-’ she began.

‘Didn’t know what?’ Drake interrupted.

Camille bit her lip and looked down at the ground, wringing her hands together. ‘I didn’t know you were like me..’

Drake swallowed. ‘I didn’t know you were like me either.’

Camille felt a sob escape her throat. She could feel tears slowly sliding down her cheeks as she felt every emotion a human could feel.

Sadness. Guilt. Shame. Love. Joy. Confusion. Anger.

Anger.

Yes, she was more angry. Angry at herself. Angry at the universe.

96 years she had thought about Drake Walker. 96 years she thought he was dead. But here he was, alive and well, looking exactly as he did when she left him.

96 years wasted.

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Throughout her time on earth, Camille Montespan had lived many lives. She had been poor, she had been rich. She had travelled the globe. She had loved and she had lost.

She had loved one more than most.

Camille’s beginnings were confined to the history books. Her name - her real name - was Francois-Athenais (Athenais being her preferred name) and she was born in 1640. The daughter of a French duke, she became a prolific member of the royal court, serving as a lady in waiting for the Queen. Her wit and beauty had soon earned her a place in the king’s bed.

Louis, the Sun King, had fallen for her and she became his favourite. Until she wasn’t anymore.

Sometimes, when Camille waited tables and locked up the diner at midnight, she thought back to her time amongst the gold silk sheets of Louis’ bed, and laughed at how different her life was now.

Camille came to the slow, haunting realisation that she was in fact, immortal, when she reached her 60th birthday yet still looked 27.

She had suspicions, of course. But it was on her 60th birthday that she truly accepted the fact. France had become a place of suspicion and death; many people believed that ordinary women were witches. If they looked at her and saw her unlined face and smooth skin, the accusations would be life threatening.

Camille left France in 1700, deciding to travel to the New World to see where life would take her.

And what a life.

It was a life she could never tell anyone about. She changed her name to Camille Montespan; she wanted to hold onto that integral part of her identity that had shaped her. If anyone studied French history and thought it was funny that she shared a name with the infamous Madame de Montespan, who was the Sun King’s favourite mistress and who was embroiled in one of the most deadly events at Versailles, she simply said that she was her descendant.

Because at this point, she felt like a descendant. She had lived this long.

********************

‘We need to talk,’ Drake said, interrupting Camille’s thoughts. ‘You owe me that much.’

Camille pressed her lips together and nodded. ‘Okay. Let’s talk. I know a bar down the street.’

Drake smirked and Camille felt her stomach flip. God, that smirk. She forgot the impact it always had on her.

‘Hey!’

Camille turned to see a tall blonde man walking towards them. He nodded at Drake. ‘You okay, man?’

Drake laughed bitterly. ‘I’m alive.’

The man cast a long glance at Camille. ‘So she’s one of us.’

Camille frowned. ‘Who are you?’

‘Leo,’ he said. ‘And I know exactly who you are, Camille. This guy hasn’t shut up about you for 96 years.’

Drake turned red. Camille’s eyes widened. ‘You’re like us?’

Leo nodded. ‘Unfortunately.’

Camille’s head swam with more thoughts. How many people were out there who were like her? She thought she was the only one.

‘I need a drink..’ she muttered.

Leo laughed. ‘I second that. Drake?’

‘I need a whisky,’ Drake said. ‘A bottle.’

Leo pointed down the street. ‘I know this bar-’

‘We’re going there,’ Camille interrupted.

Leo glanced between Camille and Drake. ‘God, I can see why you guys got together.’

Drake let out a groan. ‘Leo, man!’

‘I’m KIDDING,’ Leo protested. ‘Alright, let’s go. Camille can explain what she’s been doing.’

The three of them began to make their way down the street towards the bar. Camille’s heart hammered in her chest. How could she explain? How could she tell Drake what happened?

96 years wasted.

#the royal romance #drake walker #drake x camille #drake x camille au #choices fanfic

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annabellewynter · 2 years ago

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@jovialyouthmusic Happy to tag you! Thank you so much for reading 🥰

Drabble Challenge

My friend @leelee10898 and I decided to challenge each other to do a drabble to get back into a hobby we love. I have not written in a while. This is a story I started a long time ago, and it stuck with me. I decided to make a few changes and make this an original story and will be posting it here going forward.

I decided to use the prompt given to me "Hmm. Not what I expected at all" in a future chapter and included it here.

Genre: Regency Romance

Words: 800

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed an elegant lady, with hair smoothed into a delicately pinned coiffure, polished skin and pink painted lips.

Melina smoothed the soft material of the royal blue dress and allowed her fingers to run along the rich texture. She idly fondled the white satin ribbon under her breasts, staring at the two plump mounds that peeked out from under her neckline. Melina had never worn proper underclothes before, let alone an actual corset. It made moving and breathing rather difficult, but she had to admit, after seeing the effect, she understood why some ladies would endure the torture device.

She shimmied, trying to shift something, to make breathing less of an effort, but only managed to look ridiculous.

"Is something the matter, ma'am? Are you not satisfied?"

She turned towards the young lady's maid, who had worked so tirelessly to make her into this beautiful picture of a lady and forced a smile.

"No, not at all. You did a lovely job, Emilia. Really, I can hardly even recognize myself."

Melina gently touched her nose, where she would ordinarily have freckles. Those too were expertly covered, showing only porcelain skin.

"I understand the Duke is waiting for you on the veranda when you're ready."

Melina nodded, doing her best to calm her racing heart, and exited the safety of her room.

Soft light lit the veranda, emitted by dozens of candles lighting up darkened corners and illuminating the space. Melina grinned, appreciating the attention paid to such details. It was unacceptable for a lady to dine alone with a man, let alone in a space with darkened corners, prime for scandal. Melina was certainly not a lady, at least in the way polite society would consider, but she appreciated that the Duke still treated her as such.

She stood next to a small fountain. No sounds could be heard but the bubbling of the water and the beginning of chirping from crickets.

The Duke was standing with his back to her when she arrived. His hands were clapped behind him as he stared out at the gardens.

She gently cleared her throat, and he swiftly turned, eyes widening in surprise. Or perhaps it was shock. Melina couldn't quite tell which as he stared at her, openmouthed.

"Is something wrong?" she questioned.

"No," he finally closed his mouth and shook his head. "Nothing is wrong, per se. It's just…" he trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Is it not what you expected?" She prompted, a red blush heating her face. "Am I not what you expected?" In truth, she hadn't known precisely what reaction to anticipate, but this was certainly not it.

He contemplated before answering. "Hmm. Not what I expected at all," he admitted.

His brown eyes were trained on her green as he slowly approached. The Duke removed a neat white hankie from his pocket as he walked, gently unfolding it. He stopped before Melina, dipping the edge of the cloth into the fountain. His eyebrow raised in question as he held up the dampened fabric.

"May I?"

Melina felt her heart beating hard against her chest as she watched him. The air seemed thick, and she struggled to speak. So, instead, she nodded her head as he moved even closer.

The hankie was cool as he gently pressed it to her skin, easing the cloth across each cheek in turn. The barest hint of a smile pulled on the corner of his lip as he spoke.

"There they are."

He then repeated the gesture down the bridge of her nose to the tip and nodded in satisfaction.

"Better, but there's still something…" he spoke softly before taking another step towards her.

He was so close now Melina felt the heat of him rolling off her. He reached his hand behind her head, and she breathed in the scent of his musk. He smelled clean and rich with the tinge of sweat. His breath wafted across her face as his fingers gingerly grasped a hairpin and tugged it from her hair. A long, curly lock of hair sprang free, delighted to be released from its imprisonment. The Duke smirked and continued to undo the sophisticated style her lady's maid had taken hours to tame her unwieldy curls into. When he had at last removed the final pin, he stepped back, smiling widely.

"You looked lovely, Melina," he explained. "And you easily could have been mistaken for any other high society lady. But you did not look like yourself. You are far grander than any of them could hope to be. And like this," he motioned to her now, with her freckles fully on display and her wild strawberry curls framing her face. "Like this, you are breathtaking."

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#romance writing #regency romance #drabble #writerscommunity #writing #romance #annabelle wynter #wip #wild lavender #original work #original writing #writersofinstagram #writers on tumblr

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 2 years ago

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This is my submission to the Quote me on This Challenge that I'm hosting. It's my first time posting a fic in a VERY long time so please excuse any errors.

I want to send special thanks to @fullbeaumonty / @chatonne-rousse , @leelee10898 , and @zaffrenotes for pre-reading this! And to @sfb123 for assigning my prompt, which will be bolted below.

Disclaimer: there are smatters of actual book dialogue that own to pixelberry, along with Drake Walker.

As always if you'd like to be added or removed from my tags, please let me know!

My taglist: Tags: @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @choiceswreckedme @ritachacha @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @blackcoffee85 @indiacater @drakesensworld @carabeth @daniv2278 @cosigottahavefaith @gibbles82 @innerpostmentality @perfectprofessorherokid @darley1101 @jovialyouthmusic @liamxs-world @thequeenofcronuts @blznbaby @wannabemc2 @aworldoffandoms @lynne1993

Challenge taglist: @dcbbw @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @argylemnwrites @twinkle-320 @yourquietarioso @bebepac @peonierose @leelee10898 @angelasscribbles @lucy-268 @sfb123

The night had been close to magical. The time spent with all of her friends at the beer garden had been exactly what Josie needed after everything she'd been through these past few weeks. She almost couldn't believe she wasn't dreaming, but there she was ambling back to the palace, her steps falling close to Drake's as he hummed happily. He stumbled only a little.

"Drake, are you drunk?" She giggled.

"Novak, I don't get drunk. Maybe you're drunk."

"Uh huh,"

"I'm just… happy. We're home. Savannah's coming home…..you like me for some reason…"

"Okay you've definitely had more to drink than I thought." Josie laughed, linking her arm with Drake's. He paused just before the door and they watched their friends disappear inside. He turned to her.

"Hey, how about a palace tour tonight? Just you, me, and portraits of stuffy old guys."

"We're all staying in the palace, Drake. I've seen it."

"Nah, Novak. You've seen the palace the way the royal family wants you to see it." He dropped his voice to a slightly slurred whisper, "I can show you the palace… like you've never seen it before."

There was a glimmer in his eye that Josie had never seen before and she wasn't ready to see it go away.

"I'm in. Where does this tour start?"

Drake proudly showed Josie special spots in both the ballroom and one of the many hallways. His gleeful demeanor was maybe the most adorable thing she had ever seen and she was hopeful that although he stood before her now looking very confused that he would have more stops on his little tour. Finally his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he looked at her, more enthusiasm oozing from him.

"Let me take you to our final stop,"

He grabbed her hand and dragged her along an unknown route to a part of the palace she'd never seen before. Stopping in front of a heavy wooden door he looked at her over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows before pushing it open to reveal an empty library.

"Did you bring me here to read to me?" She asked, taking in the splendor of the room.

He didn't answer. Instead he released her hand and started feeling along the spines of old books on one of the shelves, muttering to himself. His shoulder bounced off of a pillar as something began to rumble. A panel in the wall swung open and he grinned back at her proudly.

"I found it! C'mon Novak!" He dragged her through the panel whirling around to grin at her triumphantly.

"Welcome…. To my secret passage."

Josie looked around the stone passageway. It was cold and dimly lit and it had a faint odor of mildew.

"Where does it go?"

"A dead end. That part's no fun. The cool part is just…this passage. Even Liam doesn't know about this place."

He told her all about how he used to hide away from the court in the passage when he was growing up. Taking a seat on a stone step he peered up at her.

"But…now I do. Why bring me here?"

He told her about how he thought she'd like a secret place to hide and that they could share this one. Josie sat beside him in companionable silence for a few beats.

Finally, she spoke, "Thanks for showing me this place, Drake."

"Thank yooouuu for going on my tour."

"I'd give it five stars. "

"Then my job here is done, " he replied, his face breaking into a goofy grin.

Again they fell into a quiet, Drake staring at his feet as he dragged them across the stone and Josie staring at Drake.

"This passageway reminds me of you." She told him.

"Because I'm cold and stony?"

She threw her head back laughing.

"No, I don't think that at all."

"You might be the only one. "

She laid her hand on his knee and Drake's expression sobered. His eyes settled on it briefly before flicking up to look into Josie's.

"It's a safe haven. Because you make me feel safe."

He swallowed hard.

"I'd never let anything happen to you, Novak."

"I believe you. Even if you haven't always been my biggest fan."

"I never said that!"

She grinned, "You never had to, I could tell you were always trying to keep me at arm's length, Drake."

He stared into her eyes for a long time before he offered, "I…if I didn't keep you close I could ignore what I was feeling. It would be easier when you and Liam…"

"Drake, I was never in love with Liam. I care about him in the same way that you do. "

"But he would move the sun and the moon for you! I just…I don't understand why you would choose me. Liam can give you everything and-"

Josie reached up and placed her forefinger over his lips.

"Life with Liam will always be a whirlwind. Tours and balls and meetings and hidden moments in the hedge maze. Drake, my whole life has been…well a series of unfortunate events. Nowhere has ever felt like home. Everyone has always felt temporary. Coming to Cordonia made that worse. I've been in the center of a maelstrom, especially since the coronation and I…I don't blame Liam, I don't. But, he hasn't been here by my side; and yet…in the middle of my chaos, there was you. Every single time I needed someone, you were there. After everything…I never cared about Liam's wealth. So it doesn't bother me to turn it down for the most valuable things life can offer: love, steadfastness, loyalty. You offer me all of those things, Drake Walker. And in my mind you're worth a thousand Liams."

In a flash Drake's lips were upon hers, his hands coming up to tenderly cup her face on each side. Josie's eyes squeezed shut as she gripped the denim at his waist returning his sentiment. When finally they parted Drake rested his forehead on hers with more clarity in his eyes than she'd seen from his all night.

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Novak…Josie, but I swear I'll never stop trying to be worthy of you." He whispered reverently. She grazed her hand down his cheek, a shiver going down his spine at her touch.

"You couldn't get rid of me now if you tried."

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