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The Bastards Ch. 1

Fandom: Reign (2013) Pairing: Sebastian (Bash) x Oc. Setting: French Royal Court. Warnings: None The Bastards Masterlist

The BastardsCh. 1

"The Bastards gotta stick together, right?" Ten year old Liam Hayes taunted his seven year old sister Maisie where she stood next to King Henry's bastard son, Sebastian.

"I'm not a bastard!" Maisie yelled, stomping her little foot into the snow with her gloved hands on her hips.

"Yeah ya are." Her other brother Jack, two years older than her, argued.

"Am not!" Maisie yelled back. Her face red with anger.

"Are so! Why do you think you have red hair and brown eyes when Momma and papa have blond hair and blue eyes like us?" Liam asked with an attitude.

"Let's go play." Sebastian, three years older than her, grabbed her hand and started pulling her away from her brothers.

"Gladly." Maisie grumbled and followed after Sebastian while the two boys behind them chanted, "Bastards stick together, bastards sick together."

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The carriage hit a hole in the king's road, jerking Maisie awake. "Have a good nap?" Greer asked her from where she sat on the opposite bench.

"I've had better." Maisie answered, stretching her neck. "Do we know how much longer it'll be?"

Kenna, who was sitting beside Greer, looked out the window. "We're here."

Maisie was the last one out of the carriage and as she was stretching her legs when a second carriage pulled up in front of the French court from the opposite direction as the one that had contained the five eighteen year old girls who were Queen Mary's ladies in waiting. "There's Mary." Aylee, the more shy of the five girls, said excitedly as Queen Mary stepped out of the black and gold carriage, her eyes instantly finding her ladies making a smile stretch over her pretty face as she walked over to them. The five girls curtsied before Mary embraced them in a could of giggles.

“We missed you so much.” Kenna said as they all pulled away and looked at their friend.

“Oh, Kenna, Maisie, Greer…I’m so happy to see you.” Mary told them, holding Kenna and Aylee’s hands as they were closest to her in the circle they’d formed. “Lola, Aylee…we’re all together again.”

At the sound of scuffling feet they all turned to see that people had lined up on each side of the sidewalk leading to the castle’s main door. “Mary, you’re hair. Didn’t the nuns teach you anything?” Greer asked as she hastily attempted to fix Mary’s windblown, slightly frizzy hair before the royal family could see her like that.

Mary, however, was more interested in the trunks that were getting taken from the carriage that contained the ladies' things. “Oh, Greer, those can't all be clothes.” Mary said noticing most of the trunks bore Greer's family crest.

“There’s jewelry and silver too. Making up in volume for what I lack in station I suppose.” Greer replied, making them all giggle.

Horns were blown, drawing everyone's attention to the castle. “Here they come.” Kenna said, clearly eager to see the king, queen and Mary’s betrothed.

“His royal highness King Henry the second!” someone announced as the horns continued to play.

“Well, that’s King Henry, but…is that Catherine?” Mary asked, taking a step away from where she’d stood in a line with her ladies.

“No, they’re still waiting on her.” Kenna answered. “That’s Diane De Poitiers, his mistress.”

“So the rumors are true.” Aylee said with a bit of a judging look at Diane. Maisie however, didn't look down on Diane and instead gave the woman a small smile, unsure if she'd remember her.

“Unlike her you’ll have no trouble finding husbands here.” Lola added.

“Oh we’ll certainly enjoy the hunt.” Kenna said with a look at Greer, Aylee and Maisie then looked at Lola. “What about you?” Lola gave her a flat look, making Kenna roll her eyes. “Eh, don’t tell me. It’s about that boy from Aberdeen.” Kenna sing songed the last word mockingly.

“Colin said he’d wait for me.” Lola told her, a little upset by Kenna’s prodding.

“Till when? We might never be back on Scottish soil. Not if it all works out and Mary reigns here.” Greer pointed out.

“What do you mean if?” Aylee asked.

“Make no mistake. We’re here now to get our young queen in the game.” They all looked at Greer with frowns. “Alliances can shift. Before they do, Mary needs to win the prince's heart.”

Kenna rushed to Mary's side excitedly. “Is that Francis? He’s gorgeous.”

Maisie looked up to see a dark haired, light blue eyed man who was, as Kenna just said, very gorgeous.

“No, that’s not Francis. I know it isn’t.” Mary answered, sounding very sure of herself.

“That’s Sebastian.” Maisie replied as she moved to stand beside Kenna.

“Diane’s son. I hear the king favors him.” Kenna added.

Maisie watched as Sebastian walked around the king and his mother to stand behind them. More horns were blown as queen Catherine was announced and walked to stand slightly in front of Diane. Not long after, a blond-haired, pale skinned, clearly royal man, avoided the sidewalk altogether and moved to stand across from Mary. After he bowed to her the two young royals engaged in an amusing greeting that made the ladies giggle at their queen before they started down the path into the castle.

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Mary's ladies stood in a room with a stuffy woman dressed in black. “You have returned to the court at your own queens bidding. As nobile ladys you must counsel her. Prepare her, account for her. For the princess Elizabeth's wedding, as with any event, you must acquaint yourselves and Mary with all visiting royal and dignitaries. Who amongst you is fluent in italian?”

They all just looked at one another before their eyes settled on Aylee. “I suppose I am.” she spoke up though it sounded more like a question.

“You will sit next to the pope’s cousin.” the stiff woman answered before she took in a deep breath and rolled her eyes. “He has no teeth and speaks very quickly.” The other girls giggled, Maisie only cracked a smile and smacked Kenna on the arm faining disapproval.

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Now in Mary's chambers the girls played around with makeup, jewelry and dresses. "Maisie, try this one." Lola said as she held up a lavender gown with silver beading on the satin corseted bodice and a flowing skirt of tulle. "It'll go good with your hair." Maisie took the dress, iffy about the tight corseted top. She usually opted for more loose fitting dresses for fear of being too much attention to herself.

After putting it on and letting Kenna lace up the back she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Most women would kill for Maisie's hourglass waist, but she hated it. "Where have you been hiding that waist?" Kenna asked as she took a step back. Maisie blushed as she picked up a purple beaded headband.

"Away from the eyes of the boys back home hoping to snag a wife." Maisie answered as she put the headband on.

"Are you saying you don't want a husband?" Mary asked where she sat at a dressing mirror applying kohl to her eyelids.

"I'm saying I didn't want a Scottish husband. We've all known since we were children that we would return to France eventually. It was just a matter of when and..." Maisie paused debating if she wanted to tell them the truth.

"And what?" Mary asked.

"Okay…I know this is going to sound silly but when we lived here as children, I promised my heart to a boy. I'm hoping to find him." she answered as she tied the band behind her head then adjusted the lock of hair to the left of her face that was always braided with silver beads intertwined into it.

"It's been nine years. Don't you worry he's forgotten you?" Aylee asked.

"Yes, that is a concern, I’m sure he will remember me just as I remember him." Maisie shrugged.

"Are all these gowns really from Paris?" Greer asked, changing the subject as she finished putting on a dress with a green boddes and cream satin skirt.

"Yes, every single one." Aylee answered where she was trying a gold beaded belt around the waist of her soft pink dress.

"If Collin could see me now he'd marry me in a second." Lola said as she twirled in her cream dress with green beading. "I look of age now. We all do."

"You know what I'd like to do?" Aylee asked and they all looked at her. "Explore. We haven't been here since we were children. Surely the castle has changed. Who's with me?"

"I am." Lola answered.

"Go, I'll catch up. There's something I want to see." Marry told her ladies as they all rushed out the door.

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At the wedding reception Maisie was standing with Aylee and Mary when Colin, who had decided he couldn’t wait to be with Lola and came to be with her, walked up and offered Mary a glass of wine. “Your grace, beautiful evening is it not?” he asked as she took the glass from him. When he kneeled and kissed Mary’s hand Maisie's eyes found Lola, watching from a few feet away, a hurt look in her eyes.

As soon as Collin walked away Mary noticed she’d accidently hurt Lola. “Maisie, I want to go dance.” Mary told her as she took her hand.

“It’s improper to dance alone.” Maisie argued, but she didn’t let go.

“I won’t be alone.” Mary argued and Maisie looked at Aylee for help.

She received none and Mary only released her hold on Maisie's hand to grab Lola's. “Lola come dance with me.” Lola looked at her the same way Maisie had, like she was crazy. “Take off your shoes. Come on, dance with me, take off your shoes.” Mary encouraged her ladies so they all kicked off our shoes and followed her out onto the empty dance floor.

As they grabbed hands and circled together as if playing a game of ring around the rosie, Maisie felt herself letting go, feeling like a carefree child. A girlish giggle left her lips as the larger circle broke and she and Greer grabbed hands, twirling around a few times before she let go and all of the ladies danced freely around their spinning queen. Eventually others joined in with them.

When feathers started falling from overhead, Maisie stopped and looked up. Still, with a smile upon her face she watched a feather float down until Greer sweeped by, making her lose track of it and insead, notice the light blue eyes of Sebastian looking right at her. Butterflies stirred in the pit of her stomach and only picked up speed when he gave her a soft smile.

A yelp slipped from her lips and pulled her out of the moment when Aylee grabbed her hand and Greer grabbed the other, pulling her back into a dancing circle that formed around Mary, who once again twirled, her arms above her head. As soon as the music was done everyone started exiting the ballroom. “Why’s everybody leaving?” Mary asked, slightly out of breath.

“It’s time for the consummation.” Lola answered.

“The ritual, the ceremony, the mystery…aren’t you curious?” Kenna said as she grabbed Mary’s hand and pulled her after everyone else.

“Where are we going?” Maisie asked when they branched off from the people who followed the royal couple into the bedchamber.

“I played in this area often as a child. I know where we can watch without getting caught.” Kenna answered quietly.

“You mean they really watch them…you know?” Aylee asked innocently.

“It’s tradition for royals.” Greer answered.

“Yes, but we’re not allowed." Aylee argued as they came to a stop in a small dark corridor. A curtain hung on the wall.

"Don't you wanna know what you're in for someday?" Kenna asked, wonder and curiosity clear in her voice as she pulled the curtain aside. Kenna always had been the most curious when it came to men. They watched the servants ready Elizabeth for bed before Philip walked in, wearing only a long night shirt.

Elizabeth looked around, nervous about the other eyes in the room watching them. But Philip cupped his hands on each side of her face, making her see only him before they kissed. From the way Elizabeth relaxed it was clear she'd already forgotten everyone else but him. They watched until long after Philip had laid her back on the bed doing things that pulled sighs and moans from both of them as everyone watched their silhouettes move in time as one. "We should go." Aylee spoke up, pulling the rest of them from their thoughts before they followed Aylee out of the corridor and into the hallway.

"Split up." Mary whispered so they all went in different directions.

Maisie had found her way back to the ballroom, hoping to snag one of the berry tartlets she'd spotted before. Unfortunately the tray was now empty. "Drat." She sighed to herself.

"Worked up an appetite, have you?" The voice of Sebastian came from behind her and a smile took over her lips before she wiped it off her face and turned around. "What with all that dancing."

"I may have." She answered and as a server walked by Sebastian took a pomegranate tart off the tray and held it out to her. "Thank you, Bash."

"You're welcome, Maisie." He told her with a soft smile as he watched her take a bite of the tart.

"Is it safe to assume you remember me?" Maisie asked. "Or have you simply familiarized yourself with the names of Mary's ladies?"

"I remember you." He told her with a twinkle in his eyes. "A boy never forgets his childhood love."

A blush colored her cheeks as she laughed. "Childhood love huh?"

"I did vow to marry you one day." He pointed out.

"Actually you wished it, on a shooting star, when I was seven." She corrected him.

"I was sure you would have forgotten about that and me." He said with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"A girl never forgets her childhood love." She answered with a blush and a shy smile.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asked as he held out his hand.

"I'd love to." She answered as she took his offered hand.

They made their way outside into the cool night air. "So how does it feel, being back at court?" Bash asked.

"Nostalgic." She answered. "It has me remembering things I'd forgotten about."

"Like what?" Bash asked as they walked along the sidewalk.

"Like how we climbed that tree over there. My bare foot slipped off the limb and I got a huge splinter." She said with a point to the large tree in the distance.

"I remember that. I brought you to my mother and she got the splinter out." Bash added.

"She was so kind to me even though my parents looked down their noses at her." Maisie replied.

"I'm sure they looked down on me too. I'm surprised they even let you play with me." Bash added.

"They didn't look down on you." Maisie replied, earning an interested look from him. "If anything I think they pitied you a bit. They said you couldn't help the situation you were born into."

"I know for sure your father didn't like me." He argued.

"I think that may have had more to do with the fact that you were sweet on his daughter." Maisie told him with a pointed look.

Bash laughed "You're probably right. How are they, your parents?"

Maisie's eyes fell. "They passed away, not long after we moved back to Scotland. Our house caught fire, my brothers and I made it out, they didn't."

"I'm so sorry." Bash said as he rubbed her hand in his with his thumb.

"It's fine." She answered as she steered them over to the stone half wall of the pathway they'd been walking and let go of Bash's hand to place hers on the wall, looking out at the lake. "My uncle, father's brother, took us in. He and my aunt had no children of their own." A comfortable silence settled over them. Eventually Maisie's eyes moved from the lake to Bash's hands that rested on the stone wall beside hers. A small smile stretched her lips as she turned toward him, rested her hip on the wall and held her right hand out to him. He took it and slipped his pointer finger over a small scar on the fatty part of her palm between her thumb and wrist. "Do you still have yours?" She asked.

He held his left hand out to her, showing her the scar on the same part of his hand. She pressed her palm to his, like they had when their scars were fresh, bleeding cuts, inflicted by the sharp blade of Bash's hunting knife. "I know it's none of my business but I have to know-"

"There's no one else." She answered knowing what he was about to ask because she was dying to know the same. The worry on his face eased. "Never has been, though the people back home would give you a different answer."

"What does that mean?" He asked with curious wide eyes.

She laughed. "There's this boy, Keelan, we're best friends, nothing more, but we let people think there was more to protect him from gossip." She explained. "We figured out when we were fourteen that he prefers boys. If people found out it wouldn't be good for him. So since I had no interest in other boys and he had no interest in girls, we used our friendship to protect him." She looked away from their hands and into his eyes. "What about you? Is the gossip true?"

"Depends, what's the gossip say about me?" He asked, looking amused.

"I think the words Aylee used were "He has a terrible reputation with women." Though I didn't get any specifics and I don't know her source." Maisie answered.

"There have been others." He answered. Her shoulders and heart fell. She tried to take her hand off his but he slipped his fingers between hers and closed them. "They meant nothing to me."

"Any man can say that." She whispered, her eyes on their hands. His gripping her relaxed one.

"I mean it." Bash assured her. "Give me a chance to prove it?"

She took her time thinking about it. He could have lied about his past, but he owned up to it. She wasn't stupid. Girls were pressured to safeguard their virtue while boys weren't considered men if they were still virgins at a certain age. After the promises they'd made as children and nine years of saving herself for Bash she owed it to both of them to give him a chance. So she closed her fingers, holding his hand. "Don't make me regret it."

"I wouldn't dare. Especially if you can still throw that punch I taught you." He replied and she laughed. “Not only did you bloody your knuckles but my nose as well.”

“I only did what you told me to.” Maisie said defensively. “And you healed just fine. I can’t say the same for the poor boy back home. His nose is still a bit crooked.”

“And what offense landed him on the receiving end of your dainty, and clearly still powerful, fist?” Bash asked.

“He thought it would be a good idea to grab my backside.” she answered. “It was like an instinct I didn’t know I had. I turned and punched before I'd even fully registered what had happened. I got in so much trouble for that.”

“You got in trouble?” Bash asked with a frown. “He was the one in the wrong.”

“It’s not proper for a Lady to know how to throw a punch.” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Every woman should know how to defend themselves, titled or otherwise.” Bash argued.

“I agree with you.” Maisie said with a smirk. “And I have you to thank for not just that moment of self defense but several others over the years. So, thank you.”

Bash gave her a soft smile. “You’re welcome.”

"I should probably turn in for the night." Maisie pointed out realizing it had gotten late.

"Then I'll bid you goodnight like a gentleman." He told her as he moved her hand around in his, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

She closed the space between them, stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his stubbly cheek. "Goodnight, Bash."

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secretaryunpaid · 3 years ago

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@secretaryunpaid

Uh… my writing these days …

Let’s hope it comes together finally !!!!

Hey, it’s been a while 😬🤯😬… But I think that I left things with Drake consoling Liam as they headed to New York… Possibly returning to Cordonia with two unexpected guests…

They meet again... I hope this time goes better than the first... Not sure that it will be their last though...

Central Park Madness …

(This chapter introduces Vivian Dalton …face claim below)

(Yes, Viola Davis exudes Vivian Dalton to me... )

He sends a quick text to his mom. “I need you, ASAP… He’s here for the boys, mom… I feel like I can’t breathe! So much more than I… Hurry mom! Please!!!” He phones his assistant to make apologies for the delay in beginning their meeting, informing that he sends his deepest apologies for decorum. Truth be told… he could squeeze the life from Cordonia’s King. Alina had allowed Sam false comfort… had condemned him for infidelity… had changed his every fiber of reality… Please hurry mom.

Vivian arrives, almost in a panic over her son’s message. He immediately collapses in her arms. She fusses over him until he can formulate speech to calm her worry. “Mom, he is leaving with my life in his hands. Had I become that huge of an enemy to my wife and not know this?” Lost to the meaning of his words, she holds him by his shoulders, “I need you to gather your strength son! I can’t help if I don’t understand…” He merely hands her Alina’s Last Will & Testament. “Page four mom…”

Vivian’s eyes fail to hide her immediate despair. But she shakes it off. Only her son matters at this moment. Surely the King will be amicable in this. He has never shown any interest in their company other than a joint venture for medical advancement in Cordonia… surely… she refused to entertain the thought… “Son, let’s go in. We will give him the floor to speak. This way we will know his mindset without speculation. But son, you must not let him see you falter. Stand your ground… although it seems unsteady at the moment… I am right here. I’ve got you son!”

This momma will give her all to protect her son, win or fail !!!

Thank you for the tag @phoenixrising308 !

For those who may have missed it, This is how King Liam and Samuel Dalton have become connected... Liam/Alina/Sam... (Click the link in bold)

I do have many more drafts, but lack the concentration to bring it all together. I deeply thank all of you who continue to follow my writing! I hope to be back posting regularly sometime soon!

#@becoming mrs. dalton #@secretaryunpaid #sunday six #@TNA-TRR crossover

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for all the tags from several people.

I’m currently working on several different things, which is unlike me, and I’m not sure I’m even going to post the newer ones I have, but here we go ...

Fools Rush In -- Chapter 18 (I’m really trying to wrap this one up soon)

Without sound, no one could ascertain specifically what was said among the two women, but it was clear Riley was not a willing participant in the conversation. But the disk held up in the Countess' hands, and the look of sheer horror on his wife's face told him all he needed to know. This was a blackmail situation, plain and simple, that included assault -- a treasonous act that Liam would ensure his ex-fiancee would pay for handsomely.

After they replayed the footage several times, the Royal Guard was immediately summoned to Krona to find Madeleine and take her into custody. Liam knew it was a long shot whether or not his guards could pull this off, but he was working with what he had at the moment.

Despite whatever happened next, there was one thing the King was confident of: He was prepared to give up his entire Kingdom to get his girl back. Returning to Cordonia without her was not an option.

A Beautiful Ending -- This is a mini-series I started probably in 2019 and decided to just go ahead and write it. I swore I’d never write this type of plot, but I found inspiration and I’m going for it.

A tiny shadow rippling on the edge of the shoreline pulled him from his thoughts. It was a welcoming intrusion, one that humbled him and kept him on his toes for the past five years. Liam peeked down to watch his daughter, emulating his every movement. Not that he minded in the least. It was rather endearing the way she often copied him or her mother, all the while insisting she was her own "woman." He shook his head with an amused grin, taking in her dainty curls, bouncing and bobbing with each change in the wind's direction. She must have sensed he had stopped burying his feet, because she followed suit and looked up to him with a puzzled expression. "Why did you stop, Daddy?" "No reason. Thought I'd admire my little shadow instead," he replied, before leaning down, swooping her up in his arms, and tossing her tiny body over onto his broad shoulders. Giggling heartily, Gracie kicked her feet while struggling to get away from the major tickling on the sides of her ribs and tummy. That sound. That beautiful, innocent sound -- one he would gladly slay the world for -- was why he would never make the same mistakes his father did.

Where The Green Grass Grows-- The Country AU, a continuation of Burn’s Birthday fic.

Sweeping away imaginary dust from her shoulder, Olivia formed a sharp-toothed grin as the pair reluctantly approached her.

"You're looking ... well," Olivia observed as she scanned him over critically. "A little trimmer in the middle, I see."

Anton let out a proud chuckle, running both hands over his leaner tummy. "I'm down 15 pounds, thanks to my Maddie-poo." He leaned over and placed a loud peck on her bright red lips: Madeleine cooed and wiped away the evidence from his lips with her thumb.

Olivia sneered. "And what exactly did your ... Maddie-poo, do?"

"Weight Watcher," Anton exclaimed proudly.

"Weight Watchers?" Olivia responded incredulously.

"Penelope Ebrim has a group that meets at the old Pentecostal Church on Route 29 -- You know, the one the health department shut down last year for rattlesnakes and poisoned wine?" Madeleine piped in cheerfully. "My little Anty was getting too tubby, and I worried about his poor heart. Pen said she'd give him the first five pounds for free if we joined. I'm down three, and of course, Anty can't stop losing."

He's a loser, all right. Olivia pulled her cart back to maneuver around them; she was finished with this nauseating conversation. "Waylon. Travis. Say 'bye' to your daddy for now."

Anton smiled down at his sons before placing a hand on both of their shoulders. "Wait, Liv. I'm actually glad to have run into you today." He peered over admiringly at a grinning Madeleine. "Maddie and I have a bit of news to share with you."

Madeleine held up her hand that donned a silver band with a tiny diamond nugget, with barely a sparkle in the center, before squealing, "We're getting married."

Even though she tried to keep her composure, Olivia felt her breath hitch and her fist tighten. "Married?"

He shook his head proudly. "Yes'em. Next weekend. And I'd love to have the entire family there. Thought you'd be interested in giving me away," he joked.

"Married? MARRIED?" she hissed. "Boys, go pick out a box of cereal. Momma needs to talk to daddy real quick."

Anton clutched onto his sons harder, not letting them break free. "Now Liv, this is a good thing. We're moving on, getting settled into our new lives. We thought you'd be happy --"

"Waylon, take your brother to the cereal aisle now. Don't come back until I come to getchya. And if you hear your daddy yelling out in pain..." she reached down into the cart and picked up a heavy piece of meat. " ... it's just him trying to pull a pork roast out of his ass."

@burnsoslow you told me to tag you lol I’m not gonna bother anyone else with my craziness.

#six sentence sunday #fools rush in

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sincerelyella · 3 years ago

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Always Remember Us This Way Part 3

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x OC (Alyssa Devereaux Walker)

Song Inspiration: Always Remember Us This Way by Lady Gaga

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Queen Ella Rys and Malia Rys belong to me; Alyssa Walker was created by the brilliant mind of @burnsoslow and used with permission.

Catch up here

A/N: In celebration of King Liam and Queen Ella’s baby girl being born in TRH2 I wanted to write something to commemorate it (kinda). Some things are canon, but don’t expect it to follow the book much.

Big thank you to @burnsoslow for reading over this and editing and making suggestions so I don’t sound (too much) like a crazy person.

Warnings: Adult language; some fluff in there; TW: Angst: TW: blood; TW: childbirth complications; TW: possible major character death. Also, I do not work in a maternity unit at my hospital so please excuse any inaccuracies.

Words: 1455

“Wh-where is she, Liam?” Alyssa looked up at the young king with watery eyes.

He gestured for her and Drake to follow him; Liam led them to another hallway and pushed open a door that led them to a private waiting area.

“Tell us what happened; is Ella okay?” Drake prodded.

Liam let out a breath. “We had the baby … a baby girl, a couple of hours ago.”

Drake and Alyssa were excited and happy for him, but had no idea how to react at that moment; Liam’s expressionless face confused them.

“Oh okay, that’s … great, Li.” Drake said cautiously with furrowed brows.

“Her name is … Malia …” his voice hitched. “Afterwards, Ella became … unresponsive …” he trailed off before his voice cracked. He was trying so hard to keep up that stoic facade he was so good at. His fist was up against his mouth as he swallowed down the emotion he was feeling, it was bubbling up to the surface and he couldn’t let the dam unhinge in front of their friends. He looked up at Drake and Alyssa’s shocked faces. Drake looked away and rubbed his hand over his mouth trying to keep his emotions in check; Alyssa’s tears started to fall down her cheeks, her mouth open.

“What do you ... mean unresponsive, Liam? What are you trying to tell us? Is she … did she …” Alyssa choked on the words, not wanting to say them out loud. She grabbed Drake’s hand and squeezed, just to make sure she wasn’t asleep, that this wasn’t some terrible dream.

“She started to … bleed” - he sniffled and audibly swallowed - “and the doctor said she lost … a lot of blood. So much that she went unconscious and her … blood pressure got really low.” Trying to recount the events of the day out loud was mentally exhausting; this emotional rollercoaster he was on was starting to make him feel sick to his stomach. “They finally got her stable … for now. From what they’re saying, they want to keep a close eye on her here in the ICU … just in case … things start up again.”

“I need to see her, Liam” - Lyssa pushed out the words with great difficulty through her sobs - “take me to her. Please!”

He nodded, opened the door and led them to Ella’s room. The guard standing outside of it moved and allowed them to slip inside the sliding glass into the dark hospital suite. They could hear the steady beeping of the monitor that was hooked up to Ella’s finger. Liam cleared his throat. “She’s still asleep, and they aren’t sure when she’ll ... wake up.”

Alyssa sat next to Ella’s bed and held her hand. “I need you to wake up now, El. We’re going to raise our babies together … all of us are going to watch football and they’re going to be besties … just like us.” The last words she spoke wavered and she sucked in an unsteady breath as more tears fell; Alyssa stared at her closest friend’s face, willing her to open her eyes. “Malia needs you to wake up now. She needs her momma,” she whispered. Alyssa squeezed Ella’s hand and continued to talk, knowing she could probably hear her even though she was asleep.

Drake and Liam looked on as Alyssa had her conversation with Ella, both men not saying a word just yet, but comforted to have the other there with them.

Liam looked at his best friend. “Thank you … both of you for coming.”

Drake nodded. “You should have called, Liam.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I ... my brain wasn’t functioning. All I could think about was Ella and what she said to me before ...”

“What did she say?” Drake turned to face him with an inquiring look on his face.

“A couple of weeks ago, she made me promise” - Liam paused and pulled his lips between his teeth to stop any tears from falling before he continued - “She made me promise that if it came down to saving her or the baby … to save the baby.”

Drake nodded in understanding but couldn’t say anything. Now that Alyssa was pregnant, he couldn’t even fathom promising that to her. In that moment, he felt that crushing weight on his chest that he knew his brother was feeling. “Li, where is Malia?”

“She’s in the maternity unit. Do you want to see her?”

Drake glanced at his wife. “Lyss, did you want to see Malia?”

Alyssa looked up at her husband. “Yes, let’s go. If Ella can’t hold her, I will.” She turned back towards her friend and whispered softly, “I’m going to go and cuddle her for you, Ella. Love you.” She squeezed her hand before letting go.

The three of them made their way towards the elevators and down to the maternity unit. As they approached Malia’s suite, they saw that the guard stood off to the side and the door was wide open. Liam began to panic, his heart rate picked up as he ran inside to see who was in the room with his newborn daughter. There were two nurses and a physician standing over Malia, and Liam’s heart dropped. “What’s going on? What happened to my daughter?” His voice boomed through the large suite and all three healthcare workers turned in surprise.

“I apologize, Your Majesty,” the physician spoke as all three women dropped to curtsy. “My name is Dr. Gold; I’m the pediatrician on call, and I came to check on Malia. She’s doing just fine; I was just doing my rounds. These are my nurses, Claire and Nicole.”

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry. With the day I’ve been having I … panicked.”

Drake patted him on the shoulder as he held Alyssa close to his side. “We’re going to sit over here, Li. I don’t want Lyss standing too long.”

Alyssa quirked her brow up at her husband. “I’m fine, baby, I haven’t even been standing for five minutes.” Drake gave her a look and led her to the other side of the room where there was a small loveseat with a TV was set up.

“Your Majesty, I wanted to let you know that Malia’s lungs sound great and she’s eating and going to the bathroom normally. Do you have any questions for me?”

Liam shook his head. “Not that I can think of, thank you for checking on her.”

“Of course, sir. We’ll be over at the nurse’s station if you need anything.” The women curtsied again and left the room.

Liam approached Malia and picked her up in his arms. She sighed happily in her sleep as he lifted her and cradled her little body in the crook of his arm. He walked slowly over to Drake and Alyssa.

“Malia, I want you to meet your Uncle Drake and Aunt Alyssa.”

Alyssa stood quickly and stretched her arms out to take the baby from Liam. He smiled and placed Malia into her auntie's waiting arms. “Oh. My. God. Hiiii, little Malia!” Her eyes welled with happy tears as she cooed at the baby. “You are so beautiful like your momma, yes you are!”

Drake came and stood behind his wife and smiled down at Malia as he cradled her small head in his large hand. “She’s gorgeous, Li. Congrats!” He stepped to the side and hugged Liam; both men patted each other on the back. As they parted, Drake gave Liam a curious look. “What does Malia mean anyway? Is it a family name?

“It’s Hawaiian. It literally translates to ‘Mary’ and it means ‘calm, gentle waters’. Ella loved it when she first heard the name.” Liam smiled at the memory. “We figured the future Queen of Cordonia needed all of the calm, gentle waters she could get.”

Drake chuckled. “You’re right. That’s a really beautiful name too.”

“I, uh, wanted to stay with Ella … I don’t want her waking up alone if she does at all. Do you … guys mind staying with Malia?”

“I was going to do that anyway, Liam.” Alyssa smiled wide as she kept her eyes trained on Malia. “We’ll stay here and practice our parenting skills, right, Malia? You wanna stay with your Auntie Lyss and Uncle Drake, don’t you?”

Liam laughed. It was the first real laugh he let out since before everything happened with Ella. “I don’t know what we’d do without you guys.”

Drake pushed him towards the door. “Go. Let us know when she wakes up.”

Liam smiled and nodded his head. He opened the door and walked towards the elevators, making his way back up to the fourth floor to be with his wife. As he approached the area, he saw the door to her suite was opened with the guard standing just slightly to the side of it. What now? Liam raced into the room and saw Dr. Ramirez sitting on the hospital bed, smiling. His eyes snapped over to Ella, who was now awake, staring at him with those beautiful light brown eyes he loved so much.

“Ella …” he whispered.

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twinkleallnight · 4 years ago

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12 Days of Fictmas

Thank you Erin and Alicia for this wonderful opportunity. This is my first time at fictmas and I hope you enjoy this little treat.

Thank you @txemrn for brainstorming.

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 1389

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

A/N: This is also my submission for sibling appreciation month hosted by @lovealexhunt.

Santa Comes to Town.

It was a cold winter morning when the tiny toddler jumped up into her elder brother’s bed. She frantically moved her tiny hands around the blankets which covered her brother in a warm slumber.

“Dekey! Dekey! Gey-Up! Up! Kishmush! Kishmush!”

The boy pulled the covers over his head. His muffled sound came out. “Not yet, Savvie. It’s still a week to go. Let me sleep.”

The little girl frowned and shouted out at the door, “Mommy! Dekey not getting up. Eeaam mama weebe anggy."

Listening to this, Bianca walked in, her hands full of neatly folded clothes that she stacked properly in the children’s cupboard. She turned around and walked to the little girl who was still sitting at the edge of the bed with pouted lips. Bianca sat down in front of her and looked into her brown eyes. “Sweetpea, you don’t say Liam’s mama. She is the queen. You address her as ‘your majesty’ or ‘madam’.”

Then she called out, “Drake, you need to get out of that bed, and prepare to host your friend.”

“Yes Mother.” The four-year-old obediently plopped up into the bed rubbing his eyes.

Bianca picked up her daughter in her arms and started walking to the washroom. “Let’s get you dressed up pretty. How would you like that?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

The next hour was spent in getting the kids through the morning routine.

While her husband was busy at the palace, as the head of king’s guard, Bianca spent time bringing up her kids with just a bit of the Texan touch in a foreign land.

Staying in the kingdom of Cordonia, she had carried her roots from the life back from Texas. It could be seen in her lifestyle and her home.

She had beautifully decorated a wall with some rustic crosses where her children stood praying with her, now. After offering their prayers, the kids got busy in decorating their little Christmas tree, that Jackson, their father had managed for them.

“It’s quite small.” He had sighed after placing it in the corner of their living room.

“It is perfect Jack.” Bianca had assured him as they watched Drake and Savannah jumping around it. The tree that appeared small to Jackson, was towering over the little stature of the kids. Savannah was clapping her hands in excitement.

The siblings spent each day adding a little of this and a little of that to their tree. Today it was special as Drake’s best friend, prince Liam was visiting them with his mother, Queen Eleanor.

Bianca was flabbergasted when she received the queen first time, during her stay at Cordonia, soon after her wedding to Jackson. But, over a period of time, she got accustomed to the loving nature of the Queen and her unique ways of mingling with common people. It had somehow become a tradition to host the Queen a week before the Christmas day, at the Walker’s humble quarters.

Bianca was occupied in the kitchen preparing the menu for the visit till late noon. She realised there was pin drop silence in the house. ‘What are these two up to now?’ she worried. She rushed to the bedroom but stopped in her tracks to find Savannah dressed up in her red frilly frock sitting on the floor.

Drake was holding the little girl’s hand delicately in his, as he was busy painting her tiny nails red. It looked like he had done up her brown curls in a slightly messy braid. When Savannah sensed her mother, she looked up and Bianca saw her pearly whites shining through the brightly coloured red lips.

Bianca’s heart warmed up to see the doting elder brother still engrossed into his job. “Mommy!” Savannah shrieked. Drake shook with the sudden sound and tipped the nail enamel bottle he was holding on his dress. “I am sorry mother.” He looked apologetically at his mother, worrying that she may scold him for the mess.

Her favourite nail enamel was spilled over and there was a messy shirt to clean but she ignored it all to keep up the spirit. “Don’t worry Drake. The Queen will be here any minute now, it’s time. Let’s quickly change your shirt. As she was helping him into fresh clothes, the doorbell jingled.

Eleanor walked in with Liam. Savannah was the first to run up to her. She curtsied trying to balance over her wobbly feet. Eleanor picked up the tiny tot in her arms admiring, “Look at you! You are all grown up.”

“Dake dessed me.” Savannah stuttered. Bianca rolled her eyes and Eleanor caught the gesture, understanding what must have conspired, looking at the makeup and the hairdo. Drake came ahead and bowed to Eleanor shyly.

“Here, here little guy. You did it all by yourself?” she asked him, putting Savannah back on her toes and giving Drake a warm hug. “Look at the hairstyle and the make up! You are good at this Drake. Isn’t she looking cute?” Drake blushed while Savannah twirled around with a glee . “May be some day I can have a little girl just like you!”

The last statement brought big expectant smile on Liam’s face. Bianca gave him a hug, “Bless your heart! Our little prince will love it!”

After everyone exchanged greetings, the ladies settled down for a chitchat while the brother and sister pulled Liam to show their Christmas tree.

They enjoyed playing around it for some time and then decided to move to the playroom. Drake and Liam each held one of Savannah’s hands and walked with her slow pace as Eleanor watched them go. “Aww! They are so adorable!”

Drake pulled out the wooden blocks and the three of them sat together to make a castle. “Who weebe the king?” Savannah asked.

“Liam will be, Savvie. He is the prince.” Drake told her while Liam smiled at her acknowledging.

“Ann you Dekey?”

“I will be king’s guard, just like daddy.” Drake said with a puffed-up chest.

“Ann I?” Savannah questioned again to understand her role in the pretend play.

“You can be a Duchess!” Liam added.

“Wha do duchesh do?”

“She helps the king at his work.” Liam explained patiently.

Savannah was delighted and agreed to play her role.

Their game continued till Bianca came in to take them for snacks.

“Momma, Eeaam made me duchesh!” She started telling her mother about their pretend play. Eleanor listened keenly. Liam and Drake exchanged shy looks. Being boys they preferred to keep their games to themselves.

Bianca served them her traditional chili, Frito and tortillas. They all sat together and feasted over the delicacies. After munching the kolache for dessert, some more plans were made for the coming week and Christmas party.

Soon, it was time for departure, and Savannah found it overwhelming to let go. Her big brown eyes were welled up as she hugged Liam and addressed the Queen, “Eeaam mama, I wan Eeaam play weeme!” Eleanor laughed at her sweet request.

Bianca picked up her little one and told her firmly, “Savannah Jane Walker! You do not say that. You say ‘Madam'.”

Eleanor ignored the formalities and cupped her cheeks, “Liam is going to go to the palace and set up a big Christmas tree for you. How about you visit us with your Momma and brother later?”

Savannah half-heartedly nodded. Bianca put her down next to her brother, “Drake, can you take her to her room?”

“Yes mother.” Drake quickly bid farewell to his friend and walked his little sister, who was sobbing silently, to her room. Bianca saw her guests out. When she returned to the children’s room, she was treated with yet another sweet moment. Savannah had lay down with her head in Drake’s lap, her eyelids drooping. Bianca's little son was singing to her in his baby voice, “...Santa’s coming to town…

You better watch out; you better not cry.

Better not pout, I am telling u why.

He sees when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.

He knows when you’re bad or good so be good for goodness sake.”

She patiently waited for him to finish his verse and then walked in to hug him, “Oh punkin! I love you!”

She kissed him and then lifted almost asleep Savannah from his lap. She cuddled up with her kids humming ‘Santa comes to town'.

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kaitycole · 4 years ago

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Changes in Attitude (Part 1)

Summary: Jackson lets his mind wonder back to his days in Cordonia.

Word Count: 3601

Pairings: Constantine x Eleanor, Eleanor x Jackson, Jackson x Bianca

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Mentions of miscarriage

A/N: In this series/universe, Constantine had -one- social season where he chose Liana and then just had a courtship with Eleanor. Also, due to dramatic twist this piece ended up being way longer than I planned, so to stick with the rough outline I have this will be a two part chapter.

**This song pairs well with this piece: Worst In Me by Julia Michaels**

Part 13 of WP. To catch up read here.

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Jackson sits down at the kitchen table, having just finished cleaning up. It was around noon that he offered to fix lunch and Drake and Riley accepted. Their lunch wasn’t too eventful, just a bit of small talk. He didn’t go too much more into detail about the ball, once Constantine had announced Eleanor wasn’t feeling well; many people took it as their cue to leave, including the Walkers.

Riley told him more about how they ended up in Montana with Drake adding small details here and there. He could see the struggle for Drake to open up: both wanting to but not wanting to in fear of getting burned. He knew that feeling all too well. Drake also took the opportunity to tell Jackson how shortly after his funeral, Bianca had left. Leaving Drake and Savannah in the care of Bastien, claiming the loss of her husband was too hard for her to stay or raise the kids.

He watched as Drake shrugged it off: years of pretending it didn’t hurt him that she left, but Jackson could tell it bothered his son. For years, both he and Eleanor lived regretting not leaving with Liam, Drake, and Savannah, but it was a lot harder when the source of regret was looking him in the eye.

He wants to pour a glass of bourbon, help settle his nerves, but Eleanor constantly asked him not to drink until at least after 5 PM. It has been three years since her passing and he still lives as if she’s there, just shopping or with her friends. When Drake said he likes his coffee black, Jackson was proud. He drank his coffee black for years until one day Eleanor added her Hazelnut creamer to the wrong mug. The only reason any was in the fridge was that he still picked it up like he had the last seventeen years.

The house is empty, Luke’s out with his friends, leaving Jackson alone with his thoughts. It came off easy to relive those memories with Riley and Drake, but the truth was it tore him apart. When Eleanor had passed away, Jackson locked everything up inside; wanting to be strong for Luke. Remembering their story from the beginning was just as painful as losing her. Running his fingers through his hair, he pours himself a glass of bourbon. What Eleanor didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

Jackson grabs the glass and heads out back to sit on the porch swing: Eleanor’s favorite spot for the family to relax after spending all day apart. Closing his eyes, he thinks back to the events that occurred after the ball.

* *

Weeks have passed since the ball and both Jackson and Eleanor have kept their distance from one another. While they each tried telling themselves it was due to busy schedules, they knew deep down it was because of the rumors Barthelemy Beaumont didn’t mind spreading or entertaining.

Even when the two would see each other in passing, they simply acted as if they didn’t notice the other. Jackson still maintained his respect by bowing, but he didn’t address her nor her him. If people had been oblivious to their closer than normal relationship before the ball, they noticed the icy temperature of their run-ins now. The maids all gossip, but none could pinpoint when the two had iced over.

Jackson hates not talking with Eleanor; he misses her. He misses her smile and laughter: the way that she can make awful days better with just one look. He used to feel that the days dragged when he didn’t see her, now time all but stopped.

“Is the Queen mad at you or something?” Timothy asks; Jackson’s gloomy attitude is like a rain cloud floating above his head, “Did she tell you she wasn’t interested?”

Jackson pushes Timothy into the wall, “How many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up?”

Timothy pushes back, but Jackson keeps him pinned up against the wall.

“I mean it, stop bringing up stuff that no one is talking about.”

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” A soft voice questions, coming around the corner.

Jackson recognizes the voice before he sees her face and immediately releases Timothy.

“No, your majesty.” Timothy bows.

“I see,” she looks over at Jackson, “May I speak to Officer Walker, please?”

“Of course, your majesty.” Timothy leaves the two of them alone but doesn’t go too far, keeping within earshot.

“How can I help you, your majesty?”

“Jackson.” Her hand twitches, wanting to reach out but refraining. “Is there a reason you’re shoving guards into the walls?”

“We had a small misunderstanding, it won’t happen again, Queen Eleanor.”

He knows using her proper titles would hurt, but he doesn’t know it is breaking her heart. She chews the inside of her lip, blinking back tears. She looks at the man she loves as he treats her like a stranger.

“I see.” Her voice breaks, a tear slipping down her cheek. She waits for him to reach out, to go back to being her Jackson: he doesn’t, he stands there coldly like her husband.

“I should be getting back to my rounds, ma’am.” He bows and then turns on his heel. His boots click with each step as he walks down the hall, leaving the Queen alone; completely broken.

She takes a deep breath, blinks the tears from her eyes, and decides to walk outside. It wasn’t rare for her to feel alone: despite being in a constant spotlight, the palace was a very lonely place. But the loneliness she felt from Jackson’s cold shoulder was different. It was like being unable to wake from a bad dream.

The warm air swirls around her and she finds herself smiling. She loves being outside and tries to spend as much time as she can out there. Being inside for long periods often felt suffocating. The sound of giggling fills her ears and upon investigation, she sees Liam and Drake running around. She squats down, hiding behind a bush and watches them play.

“Why do you always want to be the knight?” Liam questions his best friend.

Drake shrugs, “Cause it’s my job to keep you safe. Like my dad keeps your dad safe.”

“I wanna be a knight too!” Liam beams.

“But you’re the king.”

“Well, I want to keep you safe too!”

“Someone has to do lots of reading, you’re good at reading.”

Eleanor puts her hand over her mouth as she giggles. If only life was as simple as they thought.

Liam thinks deeply, “Let’s make a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

“As a knight, I want you to keep my mom safe.”

“Of course.” Drake shakes hands with Liam.

“What are you two sweet boys doing?” She says, scaring them as she stands up.

“Playing king and knights. Drake’s gonna keep you safe.”

“And Liam’s gonna read king stuff,” Drake says.

She smiles at them, “Can I play?”

“Girls aren’t knights, Momma.”

“Maybe I want to be,” she pauses, “a dragon!” She begins flapping her arms around as she starts chasing after the boys. Both boys start squealing, running around the courtyard. It’s not long before Olivia, Savannah, and Maxwell have joined in: both Olivia and Savannah choosing to be baby dragons.

Eleanor scoops Liam in her arms, tickling him. “Nom nom nom.”

Liam squeals, “Stop, Momma, stop!”

“Me next. Me next!” The other children took turns getting captured by the dragon. Soon everyone is lying in the grass: trying to catch their breath. When she finally stands up, she scoops all the child in her arms, hugging them tightly. When she lets go, the children resume their game while she watches; a huge smile on her face.

Unbeknownst to Eleanor, she has been watched by two different men, both captivated by her for two very different reasons.

From a second-story window, Constantine watches his wife after he had gotten up from his desk to see what all noise was. He’ll never understand her blatant disregard for courtly behavior. Sure, it wasn’t unheard of for the queen to interact with her children, but to run around and then lay on the ground: that was uncalled for. The closest his mother ever acted like that was when she’d sit outside and he’d try to show her sparing techniques he’d learn, although she never looked up from her book. Constantine just stares at his wife in disbelief that she so openly shows motherly affection to Olivia and even the Walker children. Maybe it wasn’t the fact she acted the way she did but was the fact she acted like another blonde woman. The same blonde woman that Constantine once held above everything, even above the crown.

A few yards away, stationed at the far end of the courtyard, Jackson keeps his eyes on the queen. Anyone around him would assume he’s just doing his job, but they were wrong. He knew months ago that he had developed feelings for her, but watching her now it was clear he loves her. The usually elegant queen is completely carefree, almost as if she’s in her element: her blonde hair blowing in the wind as she chases after the children. He loves how she effortlessly shows affection to his children. She always told him how much she wanted at least two more kids after Liam, wanting him to have siblings to rely on when she couldn’t be there for him.

A pair of footsteps cause Eleanor to turn her attention away from the children. The radiant smile she once wore turns into an almost forced one as she sees who has joined her.

“May I?” He motions to the open space beside her on the bench.

“Of course.” What is he thinking? Eleanor directs her attention back to the children.

There’s an awkward silence that lingers over the both of them before Eleanor stands up to leave.

“Ellie, wait.”

She stops, looking at the man sitting, “What, Constantine?”

He takes a deep breath. This was all very much out of character, he doesn’t know how to be vulnerable, “Are you doing okay?”

Her head whips around quickly, her brows knit together. What game is he playing? “I’m sorry?”

He turns to face her, grabbing her hands, “I should’ve heard you out more instead of shutting you down.”

“I went off without thinking and I shouldn’t have.”

He gives her a sad smile, “I wasn’t talking about the ball. I meant the pregnancy.”

Eleanor stares at her husband in complete disbelief. Of all the years they’ve been together, never once had he acted like this. For the first time ever, she misses his icy demeanor.

“What are you doing?” He looks puzzles as she touches her forearm to his forehead.

“I’m seeing if you have a fever. You’re acting strange.”

Constantine feels anger begin to fill him, quickly being reminded why he doesn’t show emotions. Letting out a deep breath, he explains himself.

“I saw you playing with Liam and the others.” He catches her looking away, blush on her cheeks, “You deserve to have been heard during that.”

Fresh tears prick at her eyes. She spent months being mad, allowing her anger to build a wall. A wall to prevent her from having to deal with the pain; a mixture of losing her child and her husband abandoning her. She doesn’t want that wall to fall, she doesn’t want to let him in.

“It’s no excuse, I know it’s not, but of all the trainings I’ve ever had…none prepared me for this role.” He knows it sounds stupid, all the public speaking he’s taken and done, couldn’t help him here. Though to be fair, most of what he said to the public was written by someone else, he just had to say it the proper way.

“And what role would that be exactly? Compassionate?” There’s a bite in her words and he knows he deserves it. He shouldn’t have just sprung the topic on her, he would react similarly if someone brought up Liana randomly.

“A husband. A father.” He gives a slight shrug, “But again, it’s no excuse.”

She isn’t sure what to think right now. The man in front of her looks like her husband, sounds like him, but his actions aren’t. Was this the man who Liana knew?

“It was no secret that the main objective of remarrying was to have another child, to stabilize the monarchy.” He lets out a shaky breath, “Marriage is about compromise, give and take and all I’ve done is take from you. For that I’m sorry.”

If the wind had blown, Eleanor would’ve fallen over. Clearly this was a dream and she’d wake up from it any minute, but moments pass and she knows it’s real. However, she wasn’t sure why he was doing this. Why after all this time was he acting like this.

“I’m not following. Constantine, did something happen? You’re starting to worry me.”

“It’s just…I just…can we start over?”

“Start over?”

“I was thinking that maybe we can do something tonight. Something as a family and then just the two of us.”

She cocks her head to the side, “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking a game night?”

She smiles at the blush on his face, he was truly nervous about all of this. “I think the children would like that. And for just us?”

His face turns redder, “Oh…uhm…I was…how about…it’s a surprise.”

She lets out a small laugh, “Well, I’m looking forward to that. I should get the children inside and ready for dinner.”

He stands up quickly so he’s able to help her up. “I’ll escort you inside. I have a few things to finish before dinner.”

She blushes and for a moment feels butterflies. Eleanor is lost in thought until Liam crashes into her legs, “Hi Momma!”

“Hey sweet boy.”

“Papa!” Liam runs to his father and wraps his arms around Constantine’s legs, “Are you done with work?”

Constantine stands still, he wasn’t one to show affection. From the corner of his eye, he can see Eleanor watching, slightly worried about how he’d react to Liam.

“Not yet, Liam.”

Eleanor sees Liam’s face fall. Many days, Liam would sit outside his father’s office waiting for him to finish work.

“Papa just has a little left and then we are going to have a game night.”

Liam brightens up and smiles, “Yay!”

Constantine looks at Eleanor and smiles: she always knew what to say and he needed to learn to appreciate that more. He reaches for her arm, stopping her before he presses a kiss to her temple, “Thank you, Ellie.”

“Of course. He really looks up to you, ya know.” She grabs onto his arm as they all walk back into the palace.

With a broken heart, Jackson watches the whole display. His eyes have been glued to the couple from the moment Constantine walked outside. At his distance, he couldn’t hear their conversation, but El’s body language said it all. He watched as she went from defensive to accepting and how she clung to him as they walk back inside together. A display typically reserved for public events.

* *

If you ask Constantine, he’ll say they are a family of four plus one; Eleanor will tell you they are a family of five. Either way, three children and two adults sat around a table in the sitting room.

Liam wants to play Clue. Olivia wants to play Risk. Leo wants to go to his room. Eleanor and Constantine set up a game of Jenga.

“You get the mystery of not knowing which piece will fall and the strategy of which piece to pull. Everyone wins.” Constantine tells Liam and Olivia. Leo simply just rolls his eyes, making sure to let out an annoyed huff loud enough for his father to hear.

After Leo purposefully causes the tower to fall over three times, he’s sent to his room; leaving the other four to enjoy the game.

Constantine watches Olivia, the look her face makes before each turn would make him proud if he could see past her traitorous heritage. Her determination reminds him of his own and how he wishes Leo would shape up, but he refuses to allow himself to feel anything other than distain for the young Nevrakis.

He feels himself getting slightly annoyed that while Olivia makes masterful choices, his own son hesitates and looks to his mother for guidance. Not being the Crown Prince doesn’t mean Liam won’t have responsibilities, to have to make choices that will affect people, but Constantine didn’t think a son of his could be so weak.

“Papa, it’s your turn!” Liam smiles at his father.

He looks at the tower in front of him, it was getting towards the point where it would fall. He quickly moves a piece; the tower begins to sway side to side. He watches as Liam holds his breath, as if that would prevent the pieces from falling.

“Liam, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to knock it over, Papa.”

He leans over, making direct eye contact with his son, “Remember Liam, as a ruler, no matter how small the role, always make decisions confidently.”

“Yes Papa.”

When it becomes Liam’s turn, he pulls a piece which causes the tower to finally fall. Constantine’s face falls, while it was just a game, he wanted more from his son.

“That’s okay, sweet boy, we can try again.”

“But I meant to do it, Momma.” He looks at his dad, “I knew it would have to fall, so I chose to be the one to do it.”

Constantine chuckles and smiles at his son, “That’s my boy.” While it might not have been a victorious move, he felt pride welling in his chest.

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“I think the children really enjoyed that, thank you Constantine.” Eleanor smiles as she closes the door to Liam’s room, “Maybe we could do it again. Get Leo to stay.”

“That would be nice.” He isn’t sure what to say, he had conflicted feelings. He enjoyed spending time with Liam, even Olivia, but his father never did those things. Could he still be a good king if he wasn’t like his father?

“So.” She suddenly feels nervous around her husband, remembering what he had mentioned earlier. It has been a bit since the two were intimate and honestly it wasn’t something that has crossed her mind recently. She wasn’t sure if it was from the stress of life or if it had anything to do with Jackson.

“This way, Ellie.” He motions for her to walk back down the hall. She gets more confused with each step, especially when they pass their sleeping quarters. What in the world?

They end up walking out into the courtyard where she sees a small table set up with some lit candles.

“What is all this?” She looks up at her husband, seeing someone different than she’s known for years.

The man who she had known back when they began courting, honestly it was the man she assumed Liana knew. To be honest, she used to think a lot about how Constantine must’ve been around Liana. Wondering how much he changed when she first left. Eleanor had met him a few times before his social season started, his father made several trips to Auvernese.

During those times, Constantine would come off confident and regal; just like his father. But he had a warmth to him that his father lacked, however that warmth was put out when his heart was broken.

“I thought you deserved something nice.” His hands are in his pockets and he’s refusing to make eye contact with her. She finds it somewhat endearing, the fact that he’s being bashful which is opposite of his normal attitude.

She stretches up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to his cheek, “I love it.”

A smile touches his lips but just as quickly as it appears, it vanishes. He escorts her to the table and then pull out her chair before sitting down himself. Between the two candles on the tables, there’s a glass vase with white dahlias: her favorite.

“Since we already have dinner, I thought you might like dessert.” He raises his arm and motions towards someone behind Eleanor. Shortly after, one of the chefs brings out a covered platter and places two glass bowls of vanilla ice cream in front of them. Another one of her favorites.

“This is lovely, Constantine.” Her smile causes his cheeks to blush and she can’t help but giggle. For the first time in years, the silence between them is comfortable.

He keeps looking up at her but looking away before she sees. He knows that she isn’t Liana, other than a few physical similarities, the two were complete opposites. However, with her now, he was feeling the same way he did with Liana: peaceful. He thought if he kept Eleanor at a distance, she wouldn’t be able to hurt him like Liana did. But over the last few days, watching and thinking about her he found himself wanting to try. To try to have a better marriage, one full of love and maybe even a few more children.

“Maybe we could make this a weekly thing.”

“Oh.” Her voice is full of shock.

“Or not. Once seems like enough.” His walls instantly went back up.

She reaches out and grabs his hand, “I didn’t mean it that way. I think it’d be a great idea.”

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lisinfleur · 5 years ago

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GUESS WHO’S BACK? WITH RANTS!!!

OOOOOOOOOK

This shit will contain A LOT OF SPOILERS. So, if you didn't see episodes 5, 6 and the trailers for 7, then... WTF are you doing in this fandom uh? GO - WATCH - IT!

Ok, later rants! I took some time away - that I'll explain soon! - but today I finally found a way to watch episode 5 and episode 6 of Vikings and now, the trailers with the goodbyes we just saw in my timeline. So, time to speak! I'll try to resume it because fuck! Things got huge too fast! So, let's start small...

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Dear Torvi Poor woman... She's passing through so much loss. Björn's betrayal, her first son, her second child, now Lagertha... Man, for the gods' sake! Someone please let me hug this woman! She needs it! And yet, she was wise enough to spit some truth on Ingrid's face... Torvi matured a lot from that child we used to think was so fluffy when trying to convince us she was Viking. She grew into a strong woman, able to endure things that many others wouldn't have with a whole mind. I have to clap my hands and admit that Torvi evolved into a whole new character and if there is someone to """replace""" Lagertha in this show, it will be her.

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Ingrid Speaking of replacements... Am I too cruel to say I laughed out loud of this woman at the docks waiting for Björn like that? The honey-dick attacked again and the girl is melting for him. Poor sucker... To be honest, from all the women Björn cheated on, fucked and let go like trash in this series, Ingrid is the only one who I won't feel a single drop of pity for. She searched scab to scratch herself and now I'll sit and watch as she realizes her stupidity. Know your crime, pay your price. That's what I have for her.

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Harald Or should I say King Harald? Man, I have to say: Harald was low. It was pretty low to manipulate things the way he did to win that election over Björn's favoritism and he stroke pretty lower by going there to provoke inviting Björn to be his counselor that drunken way of his. Even more to order the killing of someone who risked its life to save his ass when he was locked by Olaf, trusting the word of a man that he barely knows (Flatnose will be pointed here too... that bastard!). But once again... Am I too cruel to say I laughed OUT LOUD the whole process of election?? Man, it was HILARIOUS to watch Björn's teeth clenching to every single vote Harald had over him! It was ORGASMIC to see all that arrogance of someone who carries nothing but his father's fame in his shoulders being dissolved by noticing daddy's fame won't hold his back anymore! Ragnar's name is fading - despite he'll always be a legend - and whether Björn starts walking for himself or his papa's actions won't hold his butt up forever! And Harald did me the beautiful favor of kicking that white blonde ass to see if Björn will wake up and become the man he should have become since the first episode of this series (To the ones who don't remember, Rites of Passage was the mark of HIS DAY TO BECOME A MAN and receive his armring). However, I think Harald screwed up and got tangled up with a bunch of bad promises he will somehow have to honor. The thirsty man is drinking seawater and will end up dehydrated. It is better for Harald to find a way to manage the whole Norway, or else, the King of All Norway will end up in a pole, impaled, like a beautiful flag for everyone to see...

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Gunnhild She looks miserable in the next episode, but her acting was beautiful during the battles. I just wanted we had seen more of the huge Gunnhild we were habituated to see. I felt they kinda lowered her light to put the spotlights on Lagertha for the scenes and I can understand the need for it to happen, but Gunnhild was really pale in these episodes and I hope Hirst doesn't follow this thread to wipe her off slowly until there is nothing of our precious Gunnhild to be seen. She's too huge to be forgotten or changed this way. I hope it changes in the next episodes.

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Amma I hope someone takes care of the bruise in her face cause fuck... Things didn't go well for this girl. She was delegated "two" Ragnarssons to protect. Magnus is dead. Hvitserk is doing shit. Poor girl is in bad sheets here... But more than that, I really would like to see her slapping Ubbe's face or stopping him from treating her as a slave. It's only me, or did someone else noticed how the bastard is ordering her around as if she was his fucking maid? She would be, imo, the perfect person to throw some truth in this man's face cause man... He's needing a slap. OHHH HE IS...

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Kjetil Flatnose You freaking fucking asshole motherfucker bastard son of a bitch! There are no words in the human language to define how big of a bastard you are! Man, I HATE THIS GUY and I hope Ubbe does one single fucking shitty thing right in his pitiful and dismissable life and KILL THIS ASSHOLE! PAINFULLY! There is not too much to be said about this asshole. I just want him to die. Slowly.

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Now... let's start with the big ones, right?

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Ivar x Igor Once again, I cannot tell you guys the size of the love I feel for these two and their relationship. Everything they do together, no matter how dangerous is it, seems to be a big huge game and Ivar seems to be having so much fun beside this boy that I can only pray the gods it lasts forever. Igor brought back a side of Ivar that we weren't able to see in years! A good side that I was missing so hard! I hope this boy doesn't stab him behind his back, cause if he does, then it will be the end of the Ivar we know and maybe that serpent Hvitserk fears so bad will come out for good...

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Ivar x Oleg (plus Katya?) Is it my impression or the bromance is over? I saw lots of sadness in Ivar's eyes (a point for Alex! Fuck, the boy is good!!) but something tells me that Oleg is messing with fire and will end up veeeery burned... He's playing with a recent wound, making it bleed again with that brunette bitchy version of Freydis and something tells me that Ivar will bury Freydis' memory along with Oleg's and Katya's bodies. And this will happen pretty soon... If I was him? I would destroy that mausoleum in front of Oleg's eyes and say things like "It's good for you to watch it" while breaking his ex-wife's statue in tiny little pieces (using Katya's face like a hammer, of course). But I'll wait and see. Ivar's plans will surely be better than mine!

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Alex Yes, Alex, not Ivar. The boy deserves a whole topic only for him. It is not that I'm surprised, I'm not. Alex has been proving himself an amazing actor since he first dragged himself on screen as Ivar the Boneless for me. With Adrian and Jacup and Viktor and even that crazy-ass Liam, he already had proven himself a multitalented artist and a phenomenal actor able to conquer our hearts with any kind of character. But I have to point out that his expressions as Ivar are absolutely incredible! He can pass complete feelings and whole threads of thoughts without a single word! I can only congratulate him for such a beautiful job! The same goes for the actor who plays Igor. Boy... you rock!

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Björn More momma's boy than never, boy is being forced by the gods to raise his butt up from other people's backs and walk by himself. BEAUTIFUL! I cannot say how happy I am by seeing Björn finally being slapped by reality: papa and momma's fame won't hold your butt up forever, bitch! Grow fucking up, grow some fucking balls and go fucking make your own shit! And I'm not here saying he didn't shit in the whole series. He did, but all he did since this series started was under the weight of his father's name. Björn Ironside, SON OF RAGNAR. It was always something heavier than anything else in his life and now, whether he raises his own name before his blood history or he'll end up fading quicker than his shadow. Yes... shadow. Cause that's what Ubbe has become... I just really wanted him to stop this drama and to remember that mommy was murdered by one of his brothers who had THEIR MOTHER murdered by his mommy, so it was a fair death, a fair kill. No one should be allowed to punish Hvitserk for this especially because the woman would die anyway! Hvitserk shouldn't even be guilty of her death since Whitehair had warranted she wouldn't see a new sunrise before Hvitserk's hallucinations would end up getting his hands dirty.

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Ubbe Who the fuck are you and where the fuck is my daddy? I cannot say he was brainwashed. Who paid attention to the details will remember pretty well the scene when Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd were speaking right after Hvitserk arrived from the trip to the Mediterranean Sea. They discussed about Ivar's need for avenging their mother and Ubbe was clear saying they would have to kill Björn to reach Lagertha and that's was something he didn't want to do. Ubbe gave up avenging their mother as soon as Björn arrived in Kattegat. But there were better ways for him to show his will to avoid fighting his brother without adopting his stepmother and forgetting all the shit she did like that! He could have accepted fighting beside her with caveats, leaving clear he was there to go against Ivar not to support her. He could have left clear that he was there because of Torvi and Björn, not because of her. He could have rejected Lagertha without creating any problems within him and Torvi as long as he was able to put his own mind out through those beautiful lips saying clearly that he was giving up on the fair revenge because he loved Torvi and didn't want to fight his older brother. But no. He just forgot everything, started treating Lagertha as if she was his mother and now he'll bid her the farewell we didn't see him bidding to his own mother! What kind of an asshole does this shit? And for the ones who want to come here ranting about how shit of a mother Aslaug was, I would like to remember that she starting being a shitty mother AFTER IVAR WAS BORN! This means Ubbe lived THE BEST of her motherhood longer than ANY OTHER OF HER SONS! He had a fucking perfect mother and he didn't have the respect to keep himself away from her murderer once he chose to respect his loyalty to his brother and avoid killing her. I lost all my respect for Ubbe in this season and I cannot say I'll ever be able to really respect him again. Not only he left Margrethe to die (she was ambitious? yes. She was crazy? Yes, but she was HIS WIFE and HE SWORE THE GODS he would protect her!) but he abandoned Hvitserk when he most needed his older brother making himself unable to forgive a simple bad action when worse things were forgiven in his heart, he mistreated the woman that is beside him and declared to go wherever he goes for love by using her loving words against her to keep her from looking after her children's safety, he's mistreating and disrespecting Amma who's a free woman by treating her as if she was his personal maid and his brother's babysitter throwing on her the responsibility of taking care of Hvitserk that should be his own... Ubbe disappointed me so many times in so many ways that he must thank the gods he's played by Jordan and I love Jordan, otherwise, I would have no reason not to spit on his face at all!

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Hvitserk Speaking of pain, there is a picture of Hvitserk beside this word on the dictionary. Shit, he's so hurt, so pulled down, so ragged, so disposed. Poor him is walking around like a ghost himself! I wish so much Amma wasn't so afraid of taking pulse in this situation, but I cannot blame her. She fears she would fail and Ubbe would be harsh on her so she doesn't go further than calling Hvitserk's attention or his name to wake him up. But the truth is that someone should put this boy in its lap, hug him tight, and never let him go. The gods are being harsh on him breaking him in tiny pieces and offering him to Fenrir's jaw to be chewed. I really hope now that he fulfilled his "purpose", he can find a way out of this endless well of self-destruction or, at least, he can start walking for himself once again. It pains my heart to see my beautiful puppy like this. I hope he gets better from now on...

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Marco Once again, a topic for another actor that fully showed his talent here! I've seen other works with Marco, like Kriger and Fasandræberne, and his talent is undeniable, but the interpretation of a man in pieces he's offering us is really perfect! He plays with the scenes of Hvitserk's addiction amazingly not only showing the eagerness for more drugs but the perfect portrait of how this doesn't really change his fear or pain and even more the way Hvitserk keeps longing for more, searching for relief and numbness while hiding all those traumas behind his bloodshot eyes. Marco is a complete show all by himself and I can barely wait to see more of his amazing work around the world.

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And to finish... Lagertha I didn't like her. Everyone here knows I started disliking Lagertha when she cowardly killed Aslaug in a murder that shouldn't exist. There was no need for her to back shot Aslaug like that especially because that battle was won. Some understood that she gave Aslaug "safe passage" to find her son in Valhalla since Aslaug thought Ivar was dead along with Ragnar. But for me, there was no reason for Lagertha to go further and kill Aslaug like that especially when she could have used many other ways to get what she wanted. Yet, I always admitted and will admit until the end that Lagertha was a hell of a character: a shieldmaiden and a strong woman who could have a better ending after all. Despite the fact that I'm still here trying to figure out how did Björn reached the adult life with her TERRIBLE pieces of advice for children, she was a huge character and I think she deserved to die better than being murdered in the middle of nowhere like a homeless woman by a drugged rag of a man. She was a shieldmaiden. She was the most famous shieldmaiden of her age. She deserved to have died by that wound Whitehair made and her death should be more than just an emotional moment. Now her beautiful and epic fight with Whitehair will fade face to the anger Björn will drive towards Hvitserk. He won't learn from his mistake because, in his head, Hvitserk killed his mother and not Whitehair - who was her actual murderer. Lagertha was fated since she left that battle and Hvitserk was nothing but an accelerator of a destiny that was already sealed. She would die. He just made it quicker. We can even say if we look straight that it was almost a mercy kill. I didn't like her end but I have to say that battle against Whitehair was phenomenal so I'll close my eyes to the rest and believe she died strong and majestically after that fight, as the hero who saved that village from the bandits. And not like a homeless old woman, thrown like trash in the middle of the square, under the rain, murdered by a drugged rag of a man, forgotten in the middle of the mud. She was pretty more than just Ragnar's wife - so I wasn't touched by the words towards this. She was pretty more than just a woman... And I was expecting a better ending for her - and also, something better than hallucinations for Hvitserk to fulfill his destiny.

Let's see... Episode 7 is coming and I can't be more excited!!! The series is doing some shit, but it regained my excitation for good and I cannot wait for next week's episode!

#lis talks #some rants #about the episodes #THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE!

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flowerpowell · 6 years ago

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Meet-Cute (Drake x MC)

PART FOUR

Part four is here, and to be honest, I’m quite happy with it! I like how it turned out even though I sort of ended the slow burn we all love 😂 Anyway, I hope you’ll all like it too! Feedback is always very appreciated!

All rights go to Pixelberry, I don’t own the characters.

Rating: PG-18 (slight ns*w by the end)

Word count: 1769

When Friday came, Riley was ready to drop out and come back to the States. The thought of another class with Drake gave her anxiety and she was considering not going.

But then again, what was the point? She’d only fall behind and had to catch up on the material.

Tired and annoyed, Riley made it into the classroom only to be greeted with Amanda flirting with Drake.

Good luck with that. This man can’t flirt for life.

She sat down next to Luke who was coldly staring at the teacher and Amanda talking.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked studying his face. He looked weird, very focused and very angry.

“I hate the guy,” he nodded towards Drake, “he hates me and you for whatever reason but flirts with Amanda like there’s no tomorrow. He just want to get some, stupid jerk.”

“What, him? Please, he can’t flirt!” Riley said shaking her head. If he could he would flirt with her when he had the chance two years ago, right?

“And how do you know that?”

“Body language. Look into his eyes, he’s uncomfortable.”

“Man, you’re really good at this. You’re gonna make a great psychoanalyst!” Luke smiled at her and she blushed. This was her main goal, she loved analyzing people.

“Okay people, sit down,” Drake’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Here we go again.

“What does have North and South have in common with the topic of our last class? Maybe...Amanda? I’m sure you’ll know,” Drake smiled warmly at Amanda and Riley’s eyes widened.

What? What does he think he’s doing?

“It’s set during Industrial Revolution and it shows the effects it had on people,” Amanda replied, smiling at the teacher as well and Riley felt the sudden urge to scratch her eyes out.

For no reason.

“Very good, Amanda! Today we will focus on relations between North and South, between the people from these two worlds.”

“It’s a little bit like us,” Amanda started, “we are from two different world but share the same passion for history.”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Umm, kind of,” Drake was clearly a little bit disconcerted by the remark but tried to keep a straight face.

“Anyway, can some point out the differences between the main characters, Margaret Hale and John Thorton?”

“Their attitude to work, to money. John is prejudiced and doesn’t like or trust people. Margaret trusts people and wants to help them,” Luke noticed and Drake made a wry face.

“Mhm, it’s a correct answer but I didn’t ask you. As you read, Margaret was from the South, which was a rural region whereas John was from the industrial North. Mr. Thorton worked very hard on what he had but Margaret didn’t understand it and misjudged him. I think it’s safe to say it was Margaret who was prejudiced.” Drake explained.

“Are you trying to make Margaret a bad character? Cause she’s not! She helped many people!” Riley interrupted, already tired with Drake’s prejudice against Luke.

“She helped many people but she made a lot of mess along the way. She definitely wasn’t the best for Mr. Thorton.” Drake answered calmly.

“She tried her best!”

“...and failed? Every single of her actions hurt John.”

“She never hurt him!

“What about that time when Margaret left, which means she left Mr. Throton as well. Was it a good decision?”

“Yes.”

“Oh really?” Drake asked mockingly, “How so? Cause she wanted to torture Thorton?”

“She had nothing left!”

“She had him!” Drake exclaimed and Riley realized he was talking more about their situation from two years ago, not so much about the book.

“This place was ruining her!” she argued.

“So it’s better to leave like this and ruin him, huh?”

“She left him a message!” Riley remembered the events from two years ago and didn’t want Drake to play the victim. Since he was referring to their situation, she decided to do so too.

“A message! After she left!”

“And what exactly did he do to make her stay, huh? Why didn’t he fight?”

“Umm...but..” Amanda started but everyone ignored her.

“How could he know she wanted to leave?”

“Well, maybe he should’ve acted as if he cared more!”

“Care? He didn’t care? It was her who didn’t care!”

“She literally said she loved him in the letter! And he?”

“I can’t seem to find that in the book...” Amanda murmured frantically flipping through the pages.

“What did he do? What did he do? I’ll tell you what he did! When she was busy writing this fucking letter, he was telling his best friend that he was in love with his woman. He had an argument with his best friend over a woman he loved. He came to her fucking room to tell her he loved her but all he found was this fucking letter and she was gone. That’s what he did!”

Riley froze as everyone remained silent. She felt her classmates’ eyes on her but she didn’t care.

Did he just say he loved me? Did he just...does he love me? Did he talk to Liam...Did he...

“Excuse me, can someone show me the exact passage we’re talking about now? I swear I read it last night and I can’t find it now...” Amanda raised her hand but no one answered her.

Riley felt like she couldn’t breathe. He loved her. If she hadn’t left that night they could be together now. Did he still love her?

“I...excuse me,” Riley took her bag and quickly stormed out of the classroom.

“Shit,” Drake cursed as he took his own bag.

“Class dismissed, write an essay on why communication is crucial based on Margaret and John. Have a nice weekend,” he said as he ran out of the room as well.

“Riley!” he cried out seeing her on campus, walking towards her dorm.

“Riley wait, Riley!” he yelled causing Riley to stop and turn back.

Before he could say anything else, Riley closed the distance between them and kissed him so hard that Drake was taken aback for a while. Only for a while. He returned the kiss with even more passion, pouring all his emotions, relief that she was fine, pain that she left, anger that she played with him, into the kiss.

They were in the middle of the campus, kissing like crazy, like their lives depended on it. It felt like hours before they parted, both breathless with wild looks in their eyes. They had waited enough.

“Your place or mine?” Drake rasped still holding her close as if afraid she could disappear.

“Yours, I have a roommate,” she panted and without giving her any time to catch her breath, he took her hand and led her to his apartment

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He didn’t even lock the door in his apartmenet before he threw Riley on his bed, eager to finally do all the things he dreamed of doing for almost three years. Waiting would be damned. It was already too long.

He was kissing her neck trying to take off her dress while she was removing his clothes. It didn’t take long before all their clothes lay scattered all over Drake’s bedroom.

No talking, just indulging their deepest desires, showing all the unspoken emotions in the most intimate way they knew. Making up for the lost time and silently promising to never part again. Exploring, or rather discovering their bodies for the first time, their moans and cries filling up the apartment. Reaching a peak together, once, twice, and then doing it again, and again, till they dozed off, content in each others arms.

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Riley woke up and found Drake already looking at her.

“Hey, creep. Momma didn’t teach you not to stare at sleeping people?”

Drake chuckled, “I wasn’t staring. I was admiring how beautiful you looked.”

“That’s still creepy,” she gave him a wide smile, which faded quickly.

“We should talk,” she said and Drake nodded. “I guess we should.”

“I didn’t know you talked to Liam. I had no idea you had any intention to...But you must understand, I never left to make you feel bad, I just...There was so much drama, you were very distant and I had to literally push you onto me, you never initiated any kiss and I started thinking you didn’t want me,” Riley shook her head not letting Drake interrupt her. “People thought I was the King’s mistress who cheated on him with Tariq, Madeleine hated me, Liam had zero time for me and I felt overwhelmed with everything. It was not my life, you know? Not the life I wanted. So I left the notes and decided to start living on my terms. I went back to the States, changed my name so the Tariq scandal wouldn’t follow me everywhere and went to uni. And here I am. It was never about hurting you.”

Drake listened silently and gripped her hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should’ve known it was hard on you too. I was so distant cause I didn’t want to betray Liam. That night I went there and talked to him because I couldn’t hide my feelings anymore. And imagine my surprise when I saw you were gone. And nowhere to be found. But anyway, I’m sorry. I should’ve acted like a jerk when I saw you again.”

“I guess we should’ve had this conversation when we met again, that would save a whole lot of trouble!” Riley laughed before twisting her face in a serious expression.

“I still don’t know why you’re here, Drake. Or rather, Mr. Stagger? Why did you change your name? To start over too?”

“Mhm, kinda.”

“Drake, why did you change your name? I told you my story, tell me yours!” Riley looked at him expectantly but he was avoiding her gaze.

“It’s not that important, we can talk about it later,” he got up and started looking for his clothes.

“Drake! I thought we were talking, I thought we were being honest. Why are you making it a secret? Why did you change your name, is it so hard to answer?”

Drake sighed and turned to face her. He took a few deep breaths before locking his eyes with hers and replying.

“Because they all think I killed Liam.”

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blackcoffee85 · 6 years ago

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A Day in the Life: Liam and Savi Kiss Prompt

Pairing: Liam × Savi (MC)

Word Count: 714

Rating: G (Pure Fluffiness)

Description: This was written to address kiss prompt #15 assigned to me by @ladynonsense. The prompt: A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I cannot take it anymore. I hope you enjoy!

Author's Note/Disclaimer: All characters (with the exception of Savi, Sienna and Georgie) are from The Royal Romance Choices series and belong to Pixelberry.

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6:00am

“Momma,” Sienna's small voice whispers coming from Savi's side of the bed. Savi, opening one eye to peer at her now six year old standing in front of her with scared eyes, “yes, little chocolate drop?” “I had an accident,” Sienna whimpers. Both eyes now open and adjusting to sit up in the bed, Savi reaches to hug Sienna, “that's OK baby, it happens sometimes. Let's get you cleaned up. Remember to keep your voice down so you don't wake daddy and Georgie.” “Ok, momma,” Sienna reaches her head down to place a soft kiss on the forehead of her 6 month old brother, Prince William Jackson George Rhys - Georgie - sleeping in the co-sleeper on the way to the bathroom. “Waaahhhhh!” Sienna stops in her tracks turning back to Savi. “Sienna…” Sienna looks at Savi with apologetic eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Momma, I didn't mean to wake him. He's just so cute when he's quiet!” “We know you didn't, little chocolate drop.” Liam stirs from the other side of the bed. Sitting up, he turns to Savi, “good morning, Love,” leaning in for a kiss. “Waaahhhhh!” Georgie interrupts their almost kiss with a loud cry. “Divide and conquer?” “It’s what we do best,” Savi gives Liam a slight shoulder bump before they both hop out of bed, Liam to bathe Sienna and Savi to pick up and breastfeed Georgie.

1:00pm

Savi and Liam have been working in their respective palace offices since 8:00am. Thus far, Savi has had a Royal Council meeting, a visit into the city to meet with executive director candidates for her new “Homestead Cordonia” initiative to combat homelessness within Cordonia and lunch with Hana and Maxwell. On Liam's agenda was the same Royal Council meeting, trade meeting to renegotiate Italian/Cordonian tax incentives, review of the Cordonian budget, and lunch with Drake. There were still many more meetings and emails for both Liam and Savi to attend to before knocking off for the day at 5:00pm.

4:55pm

Looking up from her laptop, Savi smiles upon seeing Liam standing in her office doorway. “What will the people say about their king clocking out before 5:00pm?” Walking to her desk, Liam responds with a grin, “I came to walk the love of my life home. How about we keep that as our little secret?” “My literal king.” Savi gives Liam a broad smile and puts her hand over her heart to imitate swooning. Liam shakes his head with a smirk at her exaggerated behavior. Straightening up, Savi inquires, “what other secrets do you have for me?” Now standing in front of her desk, Liam lowers his face mere inches from Savi's before two loud thumps make Liam jump back to stand up straight and resume his usual stoic king stance.

“Your Majesties, sorry to interrupt,” Tessa continues with a slight blush on her face, “May I go over some last minute details for the fundraiser tonight?”

8:00pm

The Homestead Cordonia fundraiser is in full swing. Liam gently takes Savi's hand to lead her through the steps of the Cordonian Waltz. Staring lovingly into Savi's eyes, Liam begins to speak, “have I told you how much I love you today?” “You have not, but I never tire of hearing it.” “I love you, my queen.” “And I love you more, my king.” “You are a superwoman, not just for me, but for our family and for Cordonia.” “Liam, if you start singing Alicia Keys, I'm going to walk off this floor,” Liam lets out a low chuckle. “Seriously Savi, you have given me the life I never thought I would have.” “Liam -” In the middle of the dance floor, bodies moving around them still in tune to the chorus and timing of the Cordonian Waltz, Liam cuts Savi off dipping her head and bringing his soft lips to hers. Electricity charges her body when their lips touch and Savi deepens the kiss opening her mouth to allow Liam’s tongue to swirl with her own. Bringing her back up moments later, Liam resumes the waltz, but Savi steps on his foot still breathless and dazed from their kiss. “We've had so many near kisses today. I couldn't go another moment without feeling your lips on mine.”

#choices trr #a day in the life #kiss prompt #liam x mc #liam x savi #long post #a day in the life of Liam and Savi

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silviasutton1989 · 6 years ago

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T.T.K. Chapter 15 “Riot”

A/N: Hey guys so today IS MY BIRTHDAY!!! I feel old, happy, tired all at the same time.

When I started this series I knew that I wanted to end it on my birthday...well that’s clearly not happening but we are moving along. Now I’m posting this quickly because I have to leave in a minute so if you see some issues my apologies in advance.

Word Count: 2300

Rating: M course language

Summary: Olivia talks with her aunt Liam and Riley try to date.

Catch Up: Chapter 1 1.2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 9.2 9.25 10 11 12.1 12.2

13 14

Olivia loved watching her mother get dressed for the many balls her parents attended. On those nights she would zoom through her bath and grooming routines, just to run into her mother's room to watch her pin her long red hair above her head in a perfect bun. She would watch the lines form on her face as she decided which pairs of jewelry to wear and which shoes went with the beautiful gown.

Olivia climes into their bed and studies the two scurrying around the room. Even at 5 she noticed that something was different about her mother tonight. Her hands shook and she drops her perfume bottle.

"Shit."

"Ohh Momma you said a bad word..."

"Leave your mother alone Peppa." Olivia's father walks over giving his young daughter a kiss on the forehead. "You should be in bed."

"I just want to watch you drive off...so we can wave bye."

"Ok dear just this once." He smiles at her knowing full well he says this every time. "Prue, you ok?" He walks over to his wife whose trying to dab the perfume out of the carpet, and bends down to help her up. Her nerves are on end and he rubs her shoulders to sooth her. "Hey look at me."

The two lock eyes. Oliver takes a deep breath and his wife fallows suit. "We don't have to do this. We can call everyone and stop it. We can stay home...what ever you want I'm with you, my queen."

Olivia giggles hearing her father's pet name for her mother. The sound of her daughter's laughter gives her more strength than she ever had before. Straightening her shoulders and looks to her child then back to her husband. "No we will do this tonight. I'm going to give my daughter what belongs to her. And if it has come down to this ...then so be it. By the time she wakes up tomorrow she will have it all."

The couple kiss and Oliver quickly leaves the room giving his daughter a wink, "See you in the morning, Peppa."

"Not if I see you first, daddy."

Her mother kneels at the edge of the bed, looking at her daughter as if she held the world in her tiny hands. "What have I always told you, Peppa?"

"That I wear a crown even if I can't see it." Olivia says proudly sticking her chin out into the air, her bubbly smile filling her face.

"I don't want you to ever forget that ok. Never. In case something...if I don't make it back....just don't forget it please."

"I won't momma. I promise"

Persephone opens her mouth to say more but she stands to her feet. "Walk me out?"

"Yes!"

Olivia holds her mother's hand as they walk down the hallways of the mansion only letting go when they reach the front door. That night she dreamed about her mother and father dancing the night away at the ball, but instead of being Duke and Duchess they were King and Queen.

"Don’t you know who you are?” Lucretia spoke the words in a huff, Olivia wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement.

“I know I know. I am a Nevarkis. I kill first and take names later.” She states rolling her eyes.

“Yes you are a Nevarkis. But... Olivia, don’t you know you are so much more than that?” The range of expressions from Lucretia’s face went from curious to surprise to visible rage. “My god you don’t know do you? You honestly don't have a clue?” She shakes her head grabbing her things from the ground and marching away from her hut. The confused duchess follows behind. "All your answers just inches away and you were too busy having a crush to figure it all out for yourself!” She wasn’t really talking to her niece, but the words were for her, Olivia knew that much.

“Well maybe if you had actually been in my life I would have known more about my parents.”

“I had to protect myself! He would have killed me had I tried to take you….”

“Don’t try to use the King as an excuse Starchild. You didn’t want me! No one did! No one ever had. I was an afterthought for my parents. They just wanted the king dead some failed attempt for power and…and they deserved—“

She doesn’t get to finish the sentence as a slap to her face silences her. No one had ever dared to put a hand on her, before. She felt the tears well up in her eyes; they were already falling from her aunts. Lucretia sits in the grass taking her niece’s hand and forcing her down with her. The words she speak are in a whisper. As if they weren’t alone.

“Your mother deserved so much more than what she got. She...she would have been so great if it wasn't for ...love... There’s so much you don’t know. So much you should know. That I…” she wipes away the tears from her face. “You are right. I could have been there for you. But… “

“Tell me then. Tell me about my mother.” Olivia’s green eyes meets her aunt's brown ones. “What is it that I don’t know?"

"How bout you stay with me. Spend a week here and prove that you're ready to know about her, about what she did and why...about who you truly are. We can stay in the billets for a week find you some clothes. You clearly need some time to reflect." Her aunt gives a smirk that reminds her of her own. Maybe her mother smiled like that too.

Riley's heart flutters as she takes in a breath. Her body rising into the air, exhaling a moan as she comes back down just to rise again even higher. Her moans become screams, the euphoric sensation tingling up her body as they fall back to earth then in seconds back up again into the heavens. She holds Liam's hand tight bracing herself as the thrills wave over both of them.

"Open your eyes...you're missing it!" She screams, Liam's eyes stay tightly shut, he tried his best to enjoy it and he loved the feeling of adrenaline rushing over him but only when he could control it.This he could not control, he could not stop it. He was only a passenger in the twist and turns of this ride not the leader or the king or even a man. Just a person in a hunk of metal being thrusted into the air before plummeting back to the ground.

The roller coaster ended sooner than Riley had liked she turns to Liam with a pout. "Let's go again!" As they get out of the cart.

"How about we find something more leisurely to ride on...Like bumper cars or something."He fidgets with his sunglasses, the disguise may help with the citizens not noticing the king but does little to hide how uncomfortable he is. "Or maybe we can go somewhere else if you are ready to go."

Riley gives him a hard look as they walk through the carnival. "You aren't having fun Liam?" She bit her lip to suppress her annoyance. It had been a week since Drake left and the two had barely spent any time alone together. "I just thought that with all the security meetings you've been having this week you would enjoy something fun for a change. Drake would have loved--" she bit her tongue the second his name slipped out. She saw Liam make that face again, the same face he made when she told them that they would not be having sex during her break with Drake, the same face he made when he told her about the anonymous threats he was receiving and her first reaction was to call Drake (he didn't answer), it was a look of hurt that he quickly hid with a smile.

"I'm sorry...I just meant..."

"Hey how about we get our fortune told" Liam points to a tent with a crystal ball above it. "How about we see what fate has in store for us?" He takes her hand and leads her into the tent.

"Welcome children I am Cleo would you like for me to tell you your future?"

The two take a seat, Riley beaming like a toddler. "I have never done one of these before. So are you gonna tell me how many kids I will have or when I die or if I will be in love forever?"

Cleo waves her hands around the ball. "I will tell you all you need to know my child. I know all. I see all."

"So my fiancee and I would like to know will we be together forever?" Riley winks to Liam waiting to see if she would take the bait. Her words make Liam look at Riley's hand the ring she refused to take off still there. All this was hopeless wasn't it?

"I see great success. Your children and children's children will prosper and flourish" Cleo stares hard into the crystal ball as Riley and Liam look to each other in surprise.

"Apparently we are having children, Riley" Liam whispers to her, a smile growing over his face.

"Shh... she's not finished"

"Though you will see much success you will experience hardship at every turn. Cling to your friends, they will be the source for your strength."

"Well that was lovely thank you." Liam stands to pay the old woman she grabs his hand tightly finally looking at him.

"The spirits are not done. Sit."

He immediately does.

"You two search for love like a bird searching to fly. Look within for your answers. Daughter I see you with one and only one great love. A kindred soul who has waited calmly for you to return to him. That love will only grow it will never falter. Squander it and you will never know love in its purest form again."

The words sends Riley back in her seat.

"My son your great loves are long and plenty. You love many and many many more love you. I see sacrifices beyond measure in love for you. It is because of all of these great loves you cannot open to your kindred spirit...your greatest love. The spirits tell me that it is too cloudy to see into that world because of your doubts, but I see you with a partner who rivals you in every way. Who makes you stronger wiser and more powerful than you ever thought you could be. Though that world looks treacherous I see fulfillment and happiness and the success of a life. But..."

She stares into the ball Liam's knee begins to bounce as he sits on the edge of his seat.

"But what?"

"You will sacrifice much for this love. Your name, your power of position, even you life itself will be jeopardized for her. And...you will kill for her. One will be justifiable but one... it will be one of the strongest bonds, the greatest loves you have ever had."

The words of the teller play over and over in Liam's mind. He would have to kill someone ...no 2 people for Riley...but who? Drake? Not Drake he would never kill ....

the greatest love you ever had.

A voice in the background of his thoughts brought him back to focus.

"Liam did you hear a word I said?" Riley fusses.

"I'm sorry a bit in my own world there."

"Do you want to go on the Ferris Wheel?"

"Um.. yeah sure--I oh I'm sorry." Liam was too consumed in his thought to notice the man he knocked over. He reaches down to help him up but the man doesn't take his hand.

"Do you think those sunglasses are fooling anyone?" The man sneers as he stands to is feet, His words are so loud the bring attention to everyone around them. "Our crops are gone. We are loosing our jobs from floods and fires. And here is our leader with his American mistress spending our tax moneys to ride the Tilt A World."

"Sir, you have me confused with someone else...I'm not..." Liam tried to remain calm but a crowd began to form around them murmurs of accusations began to quickly grow to full loud protests.

"Lovely dress you have there girly who did you have to do to get it?" A protester states pushing Riley into another person.

"Look at this gem." the man Riley falls onto holds the pearl necklace around her neck in his hand. "this could feed us for at least a month don't you think?" He snatches it off of her pushing her back into Liam.

"People, I see that you are upset, but we mustn't act out of anger we must--"

The sound of gunshots ring out as the crowd scatters. The once peaceful carnival now filled with the chaotic sounds of mothers screaming for their crying children.

Riley stands still, the mayhem around her is petrifying. She feels someone lift her into his arms, carrying her through the crowd. It wasn't until they made it into the limo that she realized the man was Liam.

"Drive now!" he orders as the car begins to accelerate. He looks to the shaken Riley cupping her check in his hand. "You are ok we are safe now."

With shaken hands grabs his shoulders, their lips a breath away from each other. "You saved me Liam...you saved me." She closes the space between him letting her fear dissolve through the kiss.

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resetmypatientviolence · 6 years ago

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Caught (Drake x MC x Liam) [NSFW]

This is the prologue of a prologue, to a series I will be doing with my Poly!Au Drake x Jaela x Liam, tentatively titled as “Repercussions”. Release date TBD. I need a real plot first. It’s angsty.

Pairing/Characters: Drake x Jaela x Liam / Guest star: Damien Nazario

Word Count: 4,160

Rating: VERY NSFW

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Threesome, Exhibitionism-ish

Song Suggestion: While We’re Young-- Jhené Aiko

Description: The job was supposed to begin in two weeks, not tonight. But, it is. During his stakeout of the Drake “Smith”, and Jaela and Liam “Davis”, Damien gets a show he didn’t expect. He also didn’t expect to care for how... happy they are.

Note: After the Bloodbound scene, I wanted to write a PWP threesome and asked @boneandfur if she had any requests, as a thanks for letting me join in on the Daniel NSFW Alphabet. Her requests were: “The first one to come loses.”, “Do you like it when he watches?”, and that it’s in NYC and Damien’s doing a stakeout. I may have failed on the PWP content... but I think I delivered on the specifics. As per usual, NSFW content is under the cut and it is tagged long post. MASTERLIST

The job wasn’t supposed to begin for another two weeks. And it was supposed to be a hunt. Not… this, a surprise call from the boss in the middle of dinner telling him to get his ass in the field.

But with the money being offered, he obliged, stake-out bag around his shoulder in minutes and out the door he was, tracking the trio. Dinner and a bar down, they’re in the street—and she’s nearly skipping, kissing between the two men—then the men often kissing each other, freely. All three ignore the looks of others. His heart sinks.

So different from the last time he was paid to do this, watching the King and the American suitor. Last time, even he could sense the tension. But now… it’s gone. They’re so happy and in love and—“Yeah, they’re headed to the hotel,” he says, pressing the earpiece. “The same one the last time I had to stake them out.”

“Predictable idiots. Still have money, somehow, too,” says his boss and he grits his teeth. “Keep an eye on them Nazario. They’re not getting away, again. Cordonia’s paying me—us—too much to let the man who ruined it get away with it.”

Damien shakes his head, keeping his binoculars trained the three. They’re so, so happy.

“Sure thing, boss.”

Jaela’s almost drunk, that’s for fucking sure, but she doesn’t care. She grips Drake’s collar, New York sewage past them, and pulls him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss in the middle of the gum-stuck sidewalk. He kisses back, and Liam chuckles as his hand glides across their backs, directing them close to a wall. “You know we’re almost to the hotel, you two,” he says, eyeing Jaela’s calf, one wrapped around Drake’s.

She so loose, and free, and Liam loves seeing her like this. She’s always at the edge of tense in Washington. He knows it’s because she’s trying to protect the kids—and her unchanging reputation, even of the town was starting to… accept their relationship, in a way—but still, she’s been laughing this entire trip. “Oh, I know,” she says, leaving Drake’s arms for Liam’s.

Drake rubs his lips, tasting like her wine, watching them kiss. His dick twitches. Oh, he knows this night will be just the others on the vacation. He can’t fucking wait. Drake glances up, noticing a weird glint in the distance. What was—and then, Liam’s lips are on his, Jaela ducking her head between them, giggling. “Hot,” she whispers, then gasps—their teeth nipping at each other’s lips as she pulls out her phone, brown eyes wide. “We’ve got to call the kids!”

The men laugh and pull apart, their arms around her back as they walk to the hotel, faces flush with alcohol, each other, and the feeling of being free, joy. “This is such a fucking great vacation. It’s been so long. We… we needed it,” Liam sighs as Jaela pokes at the phone, squinting her eyes.

Drake takes it from her, rolling his eyes, pressing the right button to dial the one person they trusted in that town to watch the kids. Tomás insisted he should have a phone, but all three vetoed that. “You two lived in Miami for a few years… how much more vacation can you—”

“Oh, you know that wasn’t one,” Jaela snapped, nudging her hip against his.

“Not even a full two,” Liam says, nails grazing along her tailbone. “Besides—”

“Hi Tomás!” Jaela says, maybe a bit too loudly and Liam and Drake wince. Liam knows Tomás is too, back in Washington.

“Hi Mo—”

“Hi Momma! Hi Dad! Li!”

“Mom! Dad! Papa!” Their hearts all warm at the children’s greeting, Allie and James the two youngest, talking fast about their days. Tomás isn’t much older, but he’s tall, and they all know he’s holding the phone above them, sighing.

“Ooh, we miss you too, little loves,” Jaela sighs. Drake kisses her cheek, he loves seeing her love for them, and they chat for a few minutes, tucked into an alley outside of their hotel. “Love you all, okay? We’ll be home soon.”

“Sleep tight—James, don’t forget the brush twice,” Drake says.

“Be good, you three. Love you all,” Liam says and they hang up. Jaela sniffs.

“I… I miss them.”

“We’ll be home safe in two days, love.” Liam kisses her cheeks and she sighs, sinking into his gentle embrace. Until—

“Drake!” He grins, scooping her up in his arms. She’s laughing again and both men are happy with that. They’d do anything to see her smile like that… and moan their names.

“We’ll see them soon. But for tonight…” Drake whispers in her ear, not caring about the stares at the three of them as they enter to hotel lobby. “Just think about the three of us. I wanna hear you scream our names again.”

Jaela flushes, warmth pooling deep in her abdomen—and god, it takes the longest time to reach their room, high above, all three thankful for three separate incomes to make this vacation a little venture in the luxury they were so used to, before.

Damien adjusts the long-range lens, licking his lips. He has a view right into their room, curtains open when they stumble in. He taps the earpiece twice, and it switches to the channel of the bug in the room.

“Please just go to sleep, please just got to sleep…” he whispers. But, when the man—Drake, nearly throws Jaela on the bed, climbing over her, showering—no, devouring—her with hot, open mouth kisses, already pushing up her already short dress, he knows they won’t.

Liam carefully pulls out three glasses and pours whiskey, leaning on the bar, watching to two kiss, grabbing onto each other like high schoolers—except…. “Oh fuck,” Damien groans when his dick, unmistakably twitches when her thong comes off, landing at Liam’s feet. “Goddamn it.” As much as he wants this to just be a stakeout, gathering intel, and keeping an eye on them—Liam and Jaela “Davis” and Drake “Smith”—something stirs in him, something primal, and…. Damien shifts, leaning forward as Jaela looks at Liam, pushing Drake’s head down her body, beckoning him with a finger, her gasp coming through the earpiece when Drake shoves up her dress, mouth on her--

“I propose a game.”

“Oh fuck me.”

“Is—now—the right… oh fuck, Drake!” Jaela gasps, fingers twisting his hair as swirls in tongue on her clit, then slides it down between her folds, locking eyes with Liam, who loosens his tie, pupils expanding at the sight of Drake and Jaela.

“I think it’s the perfect time.” Liam sips his whiskey. “Drake, stop.”

Drake emits a low moan, shutting his eyes. Jaela shivers at the vibration. Languidly, Drake removes his tongue, licking every last drop of her he could manage and stands up, pulling back down her dress. Jaela props herself on her elbows, breathing heavy—already—a small pout that both men love on her lips. “I thought you had your fun of being dom last night, Liam,” Drake complains, but is silenced by Liam kissing him hard, tongue immediately in his mouth, the taste of Jaela shared between them. She whistles, the sight always so fucking sexy to her.

Liam tugs on Drake’s lower lip before parting, eyes opening at the same time. “But you listened,” he whispers and Drake shivers. He couldn’t deny that dominant Liam was hot as all hell, and he didn’t want the kiss the end, pulling his hips flush against Liam’s when they part.

“Okay,” Drake says. Jaela bites her lip, looking at the obvious arousal from the men. “What’s this game of yours?” They part and Drake retrieves the two whiskeys Liam poured, handing one to Jaela on the bed. She sits up, sliding the edge and crosses her legs, pussy slick. “And if—” Drake turns to Liam, pointing a finger, sipping the whiskey in his pause. “It’s any form of Truth or Dare, I’m just going to bed with earplugs so you two can fuck.”

Jaela raises an eyebrow, pointedly uncrossing her legs. Drake coughs, whiskey burning his throat at the sight. Damn, she has a way with him. “Yeah, I’m calling your bluff.” Liam takes off his tie, it landing next to Jaela thong in the suite, a sparkle behind his eye. “Liam, what’s this… game?” Typically, he was the one who proposed their games, or scenarios, or… anything else that came to his fancy. Neither Drake or Jaela minded, they always wanted to go along for the ride. Literally. The all too familiar thrill of curiosity and excitement flowed through her, as it had been since… since basically the moment they touched down in New York.

Liam threw back the last of his whiskey, then held both of their gazes, smirking, cock twitching just at the thought. “First one to come loses,” he says, setting down the glass on the bar while Jaela coughs and Drake’s eyebrows shoot up. “Does that appease you, Drake?”

“What happens to the loser?” Drake asks, taking off his tie as well, it joining the thong and other tie.

Jaela’s heart pounds when Liam joins her on the bed, coming from behind her, nimble hands running along her collarbone, applying just enough pressure to make her moan, quietly, throwing her head back, lips at her ear, tongue tracing the delicate cartilage before he speaks again, voice low, the hair on the back of her—and Drake’—neck rising. “They’ll get to watch the other two,” he starts.

“That doesn’t seem much like a punishment.”

Liam slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders, blue eyes darkening every single excruciating second the longer they waited for that release all three were simply—begging—to have.

Four, with Damien’s dick straining against his jeans.

Drake downs his drink and takes Jaela’s from her. In a second, he’s on his knees, kissing up her legs, his stubble only adding to her pleasure, building second by second. She whimpers. Liam’s chuckle is warm, Jaela feeling it on the skin of her shoulder. “Oh, but there’s no touching allowed. Otherwise, you won’t be able to come again until Washington.”

“Punishment within a punishment—I like it,” says Drake before returning his mouth to her sex, but Jaela pushes his head back—no matter how fucking good his tongue felt slipping into her-- glaring at Liam.

“No fair! You two are just going to pull this bullshit—”

Drake’s intoxicated by her dripping before him, so he can’t help but run his hands along her inner thighs, one finger pressing on her clit, smirking at her squirm, Liam unzipping the back of her dress and then pushing it down as Drake pushes up the bottom, the short blue thing bunched around her waist, eyes trained on each other. “You certainly don’t seem to think this is bullshit, love,” Liam says, pinching her nipples at the same time, thumbs grazing the pebbled skin.

Jaela sucks in a breath. “You both know you can get me to come in like… five minutes flat—and while I love watching you two—” God, it kills her to stand up, but she does, taking Drake’s chin in her hand. He removes his finger, eyes wide. She smirks. “—Let’s make this a fair game, shall we, Liam?”

Liam licks his lips, hands on her hips, pushing the dress past her hips and it drops to the floor, Jaela nor Liam taking their eyes off Drake. He likes where this is going. “Let’s.”

Damien taps the earpiece, connecting with his boss again, eyes wide. When he adjusts himself, his own hand can’t help but linger, wanting that release. “Boss, you, uh sure I need to be listening in—”

“Yes. You’re not getting paid to take notes and then doze off. You’re lucky we found them and you didn’t even need to do the groundwork. Fucking pay attention, Nazario.”

And the boss is gone… and slowly, Damien taps back into the bug, cursing when there’s music now. When did they put some on? How did they find the time, tearing off Liam’s and Drake’s clothing, hands and skin and lips barely leaving each other?

Still, he can hear them… and he’s unwittingly memorized when Jaela straddles Drake’s hips, then pushes him down with a finger, crawling over his body on bed, legs on either side of his head, lowering her pussy to him and Drake, licking, eagerly, and she moves her hips, her moans cutting over the music.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love. I thought you wanted to win—”

“You’re the one that showed us how far we can take it,” Jaela pants, removing her hands from Drake’s abdomen to kiss Liam, joining the two on the bed. Fuck, that’s hot. This all is. Damien gulps as Liam kisses down her body… and onto Drake, planting kisses across his chest, stomach, lingering at the hipbones before he grips his shaft and takes him in his mouth, fully, wasting no time, no tease.

Damien nearly drops the camera, cursing, loudly.

He can’t say this is the worst thing he’s seen while on a stakeout.

It’s the hottest, but was he supposed to be turned on by the people he was paid to… help ruin their happy, lovely life? Even though the thought of what he’s hired to do crosses his mind, nothing can stop the raging hard on and pure desire as he watches Jaela rides Drake’s mouth, Liam sucking Drake’s dick, Jaela and Liam holding a hand, one to support her. There’s no right or wrong in the moment. It’s just… wow.

Drake holds her thighs, lips covered with her, sweet and musky and salty all at once, knowing her tells, how she quivers—almost—

And she moves forward, off his mouth, pulling Liam off his dick—Drake groaning at the wonders Liam’s tongue does, swirling around the head before he kisses Jaela, squeezing her breast. Drake watches their kiss, coming down from his almost orgasm himself—shivering when Jaela rolls her hips on him, spreading her wetness on his stomach—he can feel how hot she is, pulsing--, their kiss sloppy and wet. Drake groans.

Liam says, breathless between kisses, “I didn’t think it’d be this easy to win.” Though, his dick is rock hard and locking eyes with Jaela as she rode Drake’s face while his length was in his mouth, pre-cum beading every few seconds, almost set him off a few times… but they didn’t need to know that.

As much as he loves fucking them together or not, lost in the moment of pure, free passion, the world, their past, his worries, falling to side as he loves them, as they deserve to be, he also loves competition and winning, too. And he’s not losing this one.

Jaela breaks the kiss when Drake squeezes her ass, looking behind her, grinning devilishly. Drake returns it, no words needed for their plan. Liam catches her smile and pulls her closer before lifting her up, her legs around his waist, her pussy on his dick. Fuck, that feels good, and he’s not even in her. “What are you two…”

Drake’s up, his arms supporting Jaela too, and she mewls, leaning back into him, eyes shut as a hand winds around to her chest, roughly kneading her breast. Liam watches, eyes nearly black, as they kiss—goosebumps rising, lips and tongue meeting in a harmony he’s watched countless times. Liam’s and Drake’s dicks twitch and Jaela shudders as she feels it happen, hot, hot heat burning in her. Ooh, this trip was a good fucking idea.

“Liam,” Jaela says, breaking the kiss, eyes bright. Drake separates from Jaela, and Liam’s hold tightens on her, heart racing in anticipation as Drake walks behind him, sliding them down his back, then gripping his hips… one slipping his front. “I want you to fuck me against the window.”

“And Drake?” He whispers, as Drake kisses the back of his neck, running a finger up his shaft, stopping when he hit Jaela’s clit. All three shiver, electricity running throughout every nerve.

“You know you love surprises, my King.”

“My… fucking… King?” Damien nearly pants, palming himself through the jeans, desperate to feel some relief without, ah, how should he say it? Pulling out his dick and jacking off to the three, a trio—in a different world, oh a different fucking world—he’d be more than happy to take home together after bar close, pulling all close to him, kissing and fucking senseless. But that wasn’t that world.

This was this.

And him trying reach some satisfaction as he watches Liam set her down, turn her around, whispering in her ear, and then placing his hands over hers on the window—directly facing him—and then enters her, their moans louder than the music in that moment—is definitely not going into the notes.

What was… would be their apparent pet name for him, lost in the moment, Liam thrusting, their fingers splayed, as Drake went to a bag off to the side. What was? “Oh… oh my god,” Damien gulps. My King. Why would they still call him my King? Was it a joke to them at what they—

As if on its own accord, Damien unzips his fly. One less layer of fabric for his dick to be confined by. No, this wasn’t going into the notes. He focuses the lens again, drawing a sharp intake of breath when Drake returns, dropping to his knees behind his King.

Jaela moans, hands pressed hard against the chill glass. Liam’s removes his from hers and grips her hips. He moves to touch her clit, and she quickly smacks his hand away, shooting a playful glare. “I’m not losing.”

“Just because you can’t… come until we get back doesn’t mean you’ll be w-without pleasure, love.”

She moves her hips back and Liam throws his head back, swallowing hard, looking up at the light. “Just keep fucking me.”

“Of course, my Qu—” He’s cut off when Drake’s finger, gently, carefully, and lubed, enters his puckered hole and Liam slows his pace with Jaela, curling his fingers, blinking rapidly as Drake works, smirking.

“You’ve… rendered him speechless, Drake,” Jaela breathes, hair falling over her shoulder. She looks outside, the city bright—oh how she missed the city, being in a small, judgmental… but safe… town.

“Mm… he does talk too much sometimes.”

“Hey!”

Drake inserts another finger and stands up, gripping Liam’s arm, lips at his neck, licking the salt off of it. “Not a bad thing, my King… but… it’s fucking hot when we make you feel so good that you’re speechless.”

Jaela giggles, focusing on first their reflection in the glass—god, it was damn hot—and then to the building across the way… and the weird glint. She narrows her eyes and Liam curses, Drake’s fingers being replaced with his dick, Liam stilling as Drake enters him, all three panting in the pause.

There—she sees it. The glint again… and the figure behind it, nearly a shadow. What was that? A camera? Binoculars? Oh, logic and reason tells her that they need to shut the curtains and continue this without the potential onlooker. But… how could logic and reason exist when Liam thrusts into her, long and deep, filling her so completely, as Drake does the same to him, the three moving in tandem in a position that took many tries to perfect?

In fact, it thrills her… probably thanks to Liam.

Damien’s thinking the same thing too, long and reason long gone, as she looks directly up at him. He should duck, stop, but he can’t only watching, ready to burst. Besides, she can’t see his face.

“Liam… Drake—” She gasps, Liam and Drake both grunting behind her. “There’s somebody—somebody watching—”

Drake bites Liam’s shoulder, dragging his nails along his side. Liam inhales, reaching a hand around to Jaela’s nub—only this time—she didn’t push his hand away, still looking up a the figure. He raises his eyes too, mind swirling with the thrill of exhibitionism, Drake’s dick—pulling out till the head, then sliding in, stretching him--, and how fucking wet Jaela his, his fingers barely able to rub her clit with how slick she is. “Oh… should we move, love?”

Jaela doesn’t respond, only pants, every nerve consumed in a delicious, thick, and lust fueled fire. Liam manages a half chuckle, looking where she is—and he spots the glint and the figure. Liam moans, scratching her back, pounding harder into her. Okay, it’s fucking hot. It just is. He has his kinks. So, he says nothing, just focusing on how tight and wet her pussy is, how Drake feels in him, and how he’s not going to lose, even if he wants to come right then and there.

There’s no thrill of exhibitionism for Drake, but he’s not in a position to stop this, ready to come at any moment. But… he doesn’t want to lose, either. Jaela’s hands curl into fists on the window and Drake looks too, seeing the same glint and shadow. His mind wants to scream, you need to stop—now—and get back home but it’s silenced by the pure ecstasy of fucking them, Liam’s body slick with sweat under his hands, bruises forming where Drake kissed his shoulders and back. Drake kisses Liam’s ear, running his tongue along the lobe, Liam jerking in response, pushing Jaela forward at the intensity of his thrust. He’s close, so close—they all are-- but…

“Do you like it when he watches?”

“Fuck—Drake—”

That’s what does it for Liam, completely coming undone at Drake’s words, breath hot, spilling inside Jaela mid-thrust. Drake stops, holding him as he comes, shuddering and cursing. Jaela, finally, tears her eyes from the potential onlooker, and looks behind her, Drake kissing Liam’s cheek while winking at her. She grins.

“Mission accomplished, Abdi.”

“I hate losing,” Liam groans, removing himself from Jaela when Drake does from him. Jaela giggles, cupping his face in her hands, bringing him down for a kiss when Drake heads to the bathroom, readying for round two… even though neither of them finished round one.

She peppers him with kisses, bouncing on her toes and he laughs, wrapping his arms around her. “I have a new game.”

“Yeah?”

“Drake and I will see if we can make you come without any touching. Think you’re up for it?”

Liam nips her lips and nods, Drake returning. Their hearts pound, Drake’s dick stirs at the show he’s about to put on for Liam with Jaela. But first… he shuts the curtains, glancing around the room. Everything seemed in place. Good. “Curtains closed, this time, Abdi.”

“Aww…”

Drake pulls her into his arms and Liam heads to the bathroom, dimming the lights on the way. He knows what Drake likes.

“You won’t need to be seen to come the hardest you ever have, anyways.”

“Oh fuck me!” Damien shuts off the earpiece, setting down the camera, zipping his fly. He was going to lose it. Almost did. No doubt Drake and Jaela would win at their game—the three of them almost did for him. He exhales, running and hand down his face.

There were larger issues than the most obvious, his dick. It would be handled soon. They… knew he was watching. Not who he was. But… would this make it harder for him? He hoped not. He didn’t want this to be painful as it could be. He knows that they’re not done, but he can’t listen in, no, not anymore. They’re good people.

So, after a swig of water, adjusting himself, pacing around, he connects with the boss, again. “So, Nazario, any intel?”

“I’ll have to record the notes and go through the recording. But… nothing of use I think, boss. They went to sleep after watching Netflix,” he says, teeth clenched. “Talked about favorite shows and shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. They had a reputation in Cordonia. I’m sure you enjoyed the show. Audio or visual or both?”

“I told the truth,” he snaps.

The boss sighs. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter. They’ll be happy to know that this is happening ahead of schedule. Keep an eye on them, Nazario. Pack your bags and start looking at some penthouses. They’ll be a big bonus our way if this works in our favor, you hear?”

Damien swallows hard and the boner finally lessens at the thought of the plan. God. This sucks. “They’re… so happy though,” he says aloud and the boss laughs. Shit. He didn’t mean to say that. “Uh…”

“Happiness doesn’t matter. Do your job. Right this time, Nazario.”

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barbaravalentino · 6 years ago

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Together... 1/?

Story: The Royal Romance.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Barbara Valentino) ft. Bastien.

Some of the characters belong to choices, pixelberry just borrowing them for a bit.

A day after finding out he is going to be a father, King Liam asked his secretary to clear his schedule for the day. He wanted to spend all day with his fiancée talking about their baby, especially since Barbara had her first appointment and ultrasound. It was now 09:00am when Liam walked to his chambers to wake Barbara up for her appointment. The previous night they stayed in Liam’s bedroom making love until dawn. He sat in the edge on the side of the bed where Barbara was sleeping.

- “Barbara, my love it’s time to wake up.” He kissed her forehead after waking her up.

She smiled at the feeling of Liam’s kiss on her forehead.

- “Hmmm. Good morning my love.” Barbara said rubbing her eyes.

- “Good morning my Queen, it’s almost time for the appointment, to see this little one.” Liam placed his hand on her belly and started massage it.

Barbara placed one of her hands on top of his and smiled at him. He smiled back at her and said.

- “I brought you breakfast in case you want to eat something before we leave.” He grabbed the tray and set it on Barbara’s legs.

- “Oh it looks delicious love, thank you.” Barbara said.

Liam chuckled and said.

- “It’s nothing babe, now eat something at least drink the juice. Hana told me about your morning sickness and that you are not eating well because of it, but a little juice won’t hurt. I hope.” He chuckled

- “Surprisingly today I’m not feeling sick.” Barbara said while reaching out to poke his nose.

Both of them laugh at Barbara’s action.

- “That’s a good thing my love, you should eat everything then. Take advantage of a good day.” Liam said before placing a kiss on her nose and after a eskimo kiss.

Barbara giggled and said.

- “What’s with you today? Not that I’m complaining but you are awfully cute today my King.” She wrinkled her nose at him and placed a hand on his leg playfully running her fingers on it.

- “It’s all you Barbara. You make me this way, and now I have way more reasons to be madly in love with you.” He leaned to playfully kiss her gently and soundly.

Barbara smiled against his lips and playfully nibble his lip.

- “I love you so much Liam.” She whispered against his lip.

- “I love you to my love.” He replied before kissing her passionately.

They kept kissing each other for a few minutes until they heard a knock on Liam’s door.

- “Sorry.” He murmured to her after reluctantly parting their lips.

Liam stood up and walked to the door, he opened the door and found Bastien standing, he bowed and said.

- “Good morning your Majesty.”

- “Good morning Bastien, please come in.” Liam moved to the side to let him in.

Bastien saw Barbara eating on the bed. He bowed and said.

- “Good morning your Grace.”

- “Good morning Bastien, how is your morning going?” Barbara asked.

- “It’s going well Duchess Barbara, thank you.” He paused and looked at Liam. “Liam I went to your office today to look at your schedule and your secretary told me you are taking the day off, and you have an appointment with a doctor.”

Liam clear his throat and said.

- “Yes that’s correct Bastien.”

- “Is everything alright?” Bastien asked concerned.

- “Yes don’t worry.” Liam placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s for Duchess Barbara not me.” Liam smiled at him.

- “Oh, is she feeling ill?” Bastien asked.

- “No I’m not Bastien it just for a monthly appointment.” Barbara said.

Liam laugh heartily throwing his head back and looked at Barbara for approval, she nodded at him and he said.

- “The thing is...” Liam paused and it made Bastien worried. Liam laugh at his facial expression and said. “Bastien I’m going to be a father.”

Both men laugh happily and Bastien pulled Liam for a hug clapping his back as they hugged.

- “Congratulations to both of you. That’s great news your Majesty, a little light on this hard days.”

- “Thank you Bastien, you know you have been like a second father to me, and I just wanted to share this new with you.” Liam said.

- “I’m honor Liam.... Well, I’ll excuse myself to make the preparations for when you are ready to leave.” Bastien bowed.

He was about to exit the room when Barbara said.

- “Bastien wait!”

He stopped and turn around to look at her.

- “Yes your Grace?”

- “Would you do me a favor and tell my secretary to clear my schedule too please?”

- “Of course Duchess Barbara, you don’t have to ask.” He smiled at her.

- “By the way! Don’t you think Stella is cute? Last time I heard she was single.” Barbara said before winking at him.

Liam laugh out loud at Barbara’s comment and at Bastien’s blushed expression.

- “I.... I... I believe so, yes.” Bastien clear his throat before bowing and leaving the room in a hurried.

Liam was still laughing after Bastien left the room. He then stopped and looked at Barbara.

- “My love, trying to set them up will be a lost cause. Bastien he is not that type of guy.” Liam said with a smirk.

- “I just want him to find someone to grow old with.” Barbara pouted.

- “I know me too believe me. Leo and I try a lot of times, but he never listened to us even if we ordered him to go on dates, he didn’t.” Liam said laughing and looking at the window. “But anyway, it’s time for you to get ready my love.” He walked to her to kiss her head.

- “Okay, I’ll take a quick shower.” Barbara stood up and walked to the bathroom, she then poked her head through the door. “Did you shower already?” She winked at Liam after asking.

- “Yes unfortunately I already did my Queen.”

- “Oh that’s bad news.” She left the door open and took her clothes off in front of the mirror knowing well that Liam will look. “Oh babe! Before I forget, I don’t have clothes in your room.” She shouted from the shower.

- “Already taken care of my love.” Liam shouted back.

A few minutes later Barbara stepped outside the shower and got ready for the appointment. They walked hand in hand through the halls of the palace, all the way to the limo. They arrived at the clinic and entered the lobby, a nurse was already waiting for them. They walked to a private room where the nurse took some blood samples from Barbara and told her that the doctor will be with them shortly with the results. Minutes went by when they heard a knock.

- “Come in please.” Liam said.

The doctor walked in and said.

- “Good day your Majesty, your Grace.” Before bowing. “I have amazing news for you two.” She smiled at them and they smiled back at her.

Liam grabbed Barbara’s hand and gave her a gente squeeze.

- “The good news is that you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations to both of you. You are two and a half weeks long dear.” She smiled at them.

Both Barbara and Liam had tears rolling down. They chuckled as they heard the news and Liam hugged Barbara tightly.

- “Are we going to be able to see the baby on the ultrasound?” Barbara asked.

- “Yes you are, I’m going to need you to laid down and pull your dress up and lowered your panties a little bit please.”

Barbara did as she was told, she grabbed Liam’s hand tightly.

- “Now I’m going to turn the lights off. You are going to feel a little cold while I place this gel on your stomach.”

Barbara nodded and the doctor proceeded with the ultrasound. She explained everything to them, what they were seeing on the screen, how the baby was going to start growing, she also told them to take extra care of the momma and the baby, she prescribed vitamins to Barbara, and set an appointment for the next month to check on the baby. Before they left she gave them copies of the ultrasound. They thank her and left.

While in limo they could not process the idea of them being parents, they kept looking at the ultrasound and smiling at it. They reached the palace and went to take a walk on the maze.

- “So we have the name already if it’s a boy.” Barbara said.

- “Yes we do, but we have to think of one if it’s a girl.” Liam said.

- “I know, but I’m sure that it’s going to be a handsome boy like his father.” She smiled at him.

Liam stopped walking and gave Barbara a kiss. She reluctantly parted.

- “Liam...”

- “Yes my love?”

- “I just want you to promise me one thing.”

- “Yes Barbara anything.” He stared at her and kiss her.

- “I know being a king is hard... but, I want you to be there for our children. Always.” She paused. “I want you to put them first, not me, not the country, and not the crown. Just them. I don’t want you to be like your father.” She said looking at the floor.

Liam put one hand on her chin and lifted her head to look at him.

- “You know I always will my love. I promised you in New York that I will be a better man, father, and king than my father ever did. And I’m doing it everyday.” He kissed her before adding. “You don’t have to worry about that Barbara, and you know that you and our children will always come first, even if you are asking me to put them before you. But you and them will always be my first priority my love, always.” He kissed her tenderly again.

They embrace each other for minutes that felt like hours.

- “Thank you my love.” Barbara said.

- “Actually, now that we are talking about family...” he stopped to look at her. “I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at her.

- “What is it?” Barbara asked

- “It wouldn’t be a surprise if a tell you my love.” He playfully smirked at her. “You will have to wait a few minutes or maybe hours to find out.” He teased her.

Barbara pouted and groan at him.

- “Liam, baby, my love, my king, my sexy fiancé, my soon to be handsome husband... please tell me.” She wrapped her hands around him.

- “Nope Barbara not falling for that one again.” He laughed at her.

- “I’m so mad at you right now Liam.” Barbara drop her arms.

Liam then wrapped her on his arms and said.

- “I’ll give you a clue. Just one my love.” He kissed her temple. “It’s something you have wanted for days.”

Barbara looked at him with a puzzle expression and before saying something, she saw Bastien walking towards them with people behind him. Barbara hugged Liam tightly and kissed him all over his face saying thank you repeatedly before running.

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years ago

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Something Flubbed:

Consequences of A Bad Reblog

Part 1

Wacky Drabble #15: It could be worse.

Liam and Riley

Word count: 1102

Summary: This is a continuation of a drabble I did several weeks ago, Riley's Secret Life.

A/N: So much for hiatus 😯 Im feeling better though and thanks to everyone who reached out with love, support and encouragement.

Thanks Burnsy for pre-reading and helping to tweak a certain paragraph or two.

Warning: Lot and Lots of bad language. Riley is not holding back in this; Im almost embarrassed for her...almost.

**I will not deny, nor, confirm this is loosely autobiographical**

Sorry, my read more is not working again.

'Haha, Drake's hogtied naked on Liam's jet', Riley chuckled to herself as she read, careful to not awaken a sleeping Liam to her antics. Oh yeah, he still doesn’t know Riley reads and writes fanfic about their life on tumblr like an obsessive tool. Would he care? she has no idea, nor, does she ever intend to find out.

He starts to stir in their oversized bed, a light snore escapes him as he grumbles something about pootang. Riley hits the panic app on her laptap, bringing up the Cordonian Fall expenses report. She was supposed to look over the numbers weeks ago, but, since her ass belongs to Tumblr now, the only numbers she cares about are followers and notes.

She remains perfectly still, holding her breath, as he rolls over, his back towards her, and with a quick scratch to his balls, he blissfully resumes his slumber. Riley exhales in relief and with a little snort she returns back to her tumblring, eagerly typing out a DM, to share the newest Liamism.

Notthequeenofcordonia: Burnsy, you there? This mofo is playing with his balls again 🤣

@burnsoslow LMFAO!!

@burnsoslow Alyssa is gonna get a mouthful of Drake's balls in Chapter 394 of Heavier Things: The Nursing Home Years

Notthequeenofcordonia: At least her new dentures will make it easier. Don't need her choking and having heart palpatations again...Drakey Baby's got that new hip, should probably take it easy on him for a while.

@burnsoslow BUT I WANT THEM TO FUCK SO BAD!!!!!!!

After arguing with Burnsy for 10 minutes that at 102 years old, HT Drake's colossus is shriveled and no longer working, she returns to reading. Riley hits the little heart and begins her well crafted, 500 word reblog with five-on point gifs-to accessorize it. As she prepares to post her reblog, a light knock on the bedroom alerts her to their 5 year old, Nikolas, who does not wait for an invitation to enter.

“Mommy?”, he wearily asks, being just a small silhouette in the doorway of the surrounding darkness.

Riley huffs, lowering her laptop and shushes him, glaring over at Liam to ensure he hasn’t been disturbed before drawing her attention back to her son. “What is it kiddo?”, she cautiously whispers.

He rubs his heavy eyes with one tiny hand and holds on tightly to his blue, stuffed dragon in the other. “I had a nightmare momma, I’m really scared”, he replies softly with a sniffle.

Riley stared at the small boy, who was the perfect mixture of she and Liam, the proof of their love….then she looked at the pending reblog that kept calling out for her to finish, the other proof of her love.

“Um, Nikolas”, she bit her fingernail as she contemplated the terrible example she was about to set as a mother, “go sleep with Grandma Regina”.

Nikolas’ eyes widened in disgust as he slumped in frustration, “But momma”, he cried, “she pisses the bed and blames me for it”.

"It could be worse", Riley grumbled, wishing Regina would just have her vaginal mesh surgery already. As Liam began to toss again, rolling over this time to face her side and muttering, little cockblocker, Riley decided to help her son find comfort back in his own room. She eased up from the bed, placing the laptop by her pillow and threw her pink cottony, mom robe over her pajamas.

"I'm coming Nik, just have to do...something", she trailed, reaching back over for her laptop. She typed out one last sentence before hitting, post.

Riley tapped at the keys, squinting her eyes at those words.....

Something flubbed. Try again.

Her breathing became a little more heavier, her heart starting to race. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, knowing that if she believed hard enough, her massive reblog would suddenly reappear.

All of time and space froze in existence as she continued to hit the 'retry' option again and again and again and again....nothing...it was gone.

"YOU SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING WHORE, COCKSUCKING, BILLY JOE DICKWAFFLE, SHIT EATING, HONKY TONK PECKERWOOD, SKANKASSED, DICKHEADED, JIZZSTAINED, CUMWIPED, TINY NUTSACKED, BITCH!!!!!!!!!! The laptop flew across the room.

It really was like something out of a horror flick, a creepy ass Stephen King novel, a Dateline NBC story. King Fabian's large naked portait shook vigorously at the reverberations before bouncing off the wall and crashing to the marbled floor.

"Mommy!", Nikolas yelled in a panic as he ran away to seek refuge.

Liam's eyes shot open, not completely awake but ready to pounce whatever the hell was torturing his wife. His body weaved back and forth in attack mode, demonstrating his highly skilled martial arts moves, kicks and spins, slashes and puches. Unbeknowest to him, his dick was poking through the hole in his boxers, bouncing and flopping with each technique, causing Riley to burst into a fit of laughter.

"What the hell happened! Are you okay?", he asked breathless and confused, his dick still poking through.

Riley covered her mouth, attempting to stifle her laughs, still baffled that he didn't realize his dick and now half a ball had escaped their confines. "I'm fine...I'm fine....but, g'day mate, permission to come upboard captain", she squeeled, saluting in gest to his manhood.

Liam looked down, a slight growl escaping as he tucked his jewels back in its place. "I heard screams....why is Fabian's portrait busted...and.. stop fucking laughing, it's over."

"I'm trying, but...oh god...I cant", she cackled, "I have to go check on Nikolas, he had a nightmare", she scurried past him and out of the room before he could ask any further questions.

If he wasnt pissed before, he was about to be. Just as he turned to head towards the bathroom, his foot stepped on the opened laptop Riley threw, sliding him forward before he corrected himself and skid backwards with a thud.

"Goddamit!", he howled, twisting and contorting his back, wallowing from the bruising pain. As he laid there, trying to catch his breath, he glanced over at the object that has caused his affliction in more ways than one. His head popped up, pulling the laptop closer to him, completely shocked by its contents, his blood boiling the more he read and saw. DRAKES COLOSSUS DICK...RIDING DRAKE IS MY CHOICE, EDITS OF LIAM AND RILEY WITH CREEPY KIDS THAT LOOK LIKE DRAKE........DRAKE, DRAKE, FUCKING DRAKE.....

"I finally got him back to sleep with some Nyquil and a shot of whiskey....", Riley stopped talking as she entered their bedroom again moments later and realized, Liam knew.

"Uhhh, I..I can explain".

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Wacky Drabbler tags: @emceesynonymroll @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @jessiembruno @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @pedudley @romanticatheart-posts @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @theroyalromancexx

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maggieisalarrie · 6 years ago

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18 by aclosetlarryshipper

Harry hates Golden Boy Louis and he's pretty sure the feeling's mutual. It's too bad they're forced into parenthood together during the home ec baby project.

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What.

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Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”

“I’m a what?”

“A meme. It’s like an internet—”

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all we are is a bittersweet sundown by loupancake

Sequel to chances under the purple sunrise by loupancake

After the death of Harry's father, the merman king of the Atlantic Ocean, Harry has to step up and prove his strength to be the next true king. With the company of Louis, who he's been writing letters to for three long months, they embark on a quest throughout all the oceans before the last of the late king's magic runs out.

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Caught My Attention by kassio

Reason #27 - Your one chance with a celebrity.

When he managed to stop ogling Harry's body and look up, the first thing Louis noticed was that Harry’s face was probably the most perfect face he’d ever seen. He’d seen him in that film, but he was even better in person. Maybe it was the smile.

The second thing he noticed was that that smile was directed at him. He’d been caught staring. Harry’s smile only widened when Louis locked horrified eyes with him. He tilted his head curiously, and his eyes flicked down Louis’ body. “Who’s this?”

Louis had been around long enough to know when someone was checking him out. He hadn’t expected to see that look from Harry fucking Styles.

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chances under the purple sunrise by loupancake

Inspired by & Based on Neon--Diamonds' Fanart “You’ve been taking my shoes?” Louis asked, scoffing. “I paid a lot for them!”

“How unfortunate for you.” Harry smiled bitterly. He peeked over Louis, eyeing the hook that still had the worm.

The red box was open right next to him. Harry saw that inside, it had a couple of transparent containers that were filled with worms, too. He eyed Louis skeptically before nodding. “Right. I’ll give you your, er…. little boats back if you let me have the tub of worms.”

A groan crawled out from Louis, his head falling back and his eyes landing up at the clear sky. “I need those.”

“They’re food for myself and others, not to be used as bait.”

Or the one where Harry is a merman, prince of the Atlantic Ocean, whose curiosity and healthy envy takes over him and he steals Louis' shoes every time he fishes.

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Enjoy The Ride by 2tiedships2

“Stop sulking and get up. I have a proposition to make.”

“Niall?” Louis questioned. “Do you think I should put glow in the dark stars on my ceiling?”

He looked over and found Niall giving him an unimpressed look.

“So, no?” Louis asked. “No stars?”

“We’re going on a road trip,” Niall stated.

Louis looked back at his starless ceiling and waved farewell to Niall. “Cool. Have fun!”

“No, you idiot.” Niall let out a frustrated sigh. “You, me, Liam, and Harry.”

Louis glanced over to Niall and back to the ceiling. “Who’s Harry?”

Or the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

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Every Piece of You (It Just Fits Perfectly) by allwaswell16

Louis has settled into his job as the reigning monarch’s charity representative as well as his life as a reluctant member of the royal family, but what he wants most is for his relationship with Harry to become something more.

Harry finds himself as consumed as ever by his career as a high fashion stylist, but he vows to make more room in his life for Louis. He’s decided he’s going to start the New Year off with a ring.

A remix of ‘Why Can’t It Be Like That’ by taggiecb that takes place one year later.

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I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by allwaswell16

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

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In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria

From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

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Inconceivable by alivingfire

Sometimes, Harry thinks, there's something there. The spark in his belly isn't just happening to him, surely. Surely Louis feels that rush too, that blossoming heat in his blood when their fingers brush.

But no. No, Louis treats Harry like a best friend—and it's an amazing thing, so wonderful, Harry wouldn't trade his friendship with Louis for anything—and there's no room for anything else. Not between them.

But Louis adores Niall. It’s clear, obvious in their comfort together. Harry and Louis still have something that keeps them from that, something making things more loaded with possibility, more intense. Like magnets with the same pole, an invisible force pushing them back—maybe that’s Harry’s crush, a barrier keeping them apart. Louis and Niall’s friendship is easy, whatever is between Louis and Harry is something else. Weighted.

Which is fine. It's good. Niall clearly loves Louis back, so it's great.

And Harry can just keep lying to himself for the rest of eternity.

Louis and Barbara Tomlinson are twin brother and sister. Harry's in love with Louis, Niall's in love with Barbara, and they both go by Tommo. It gets a little confusing.

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Just To See That Smile by homosociallyyours

It's Coming Out Week at university, and Harry's taken on a lot of responsibilities to make everything run smoothly. Finding his roommate's boyfriend attractive is making that a bit difficult, unfortunately. It might help if he realized that said boyfriend (Louis) is really just there to help said roommate (Liam) figure out if Liam's crush (Zayn) likes him back.

But that would make things too easy.

A fic where a hastily faked relationship and a lot of miscommunication almost ruins a perfectly good dance.

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Love's On The Line, Is That Your Final Answer? by PearlyDewdrops

Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.

Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he's got student loans to pay off, hasn't he? What's the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It's fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, everything. Obviously.

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Maybe, Baby by thoughtsickles

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

****

Louis runs away. Harry finds him.

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Once Upon a Dream by objectlesson

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

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Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks)

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists. “Why do you say that?” James asks. “These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs. Something sparks in James’ eyes. “And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

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signs and wonders by scrunchyharry

On the surface, it looks like Louis Tomlinson has the perfect life; after all, he has the whole package: a white picket fence house (well, his doesn’t technically have a white picket fence, but work with him), a wife, a daughter and a dog. He has it all and he’s not even 30, yet.

On the surface, he could be the happiest man in the world.

The thing is, he never wanted this life. There was this boy, see, this Harry Styles, whose arrival made Louis question everything he thought he knew about himself. Before Louis could pursue it, though, before he could be brave and ask the boy out, one moment of bad luck on prom night, one single lapse of judgment, shaped his life in a way he never would have chosen. Between doing the right thing or turning into his own absent father, he knew what he had to do, even if it meant burying his dreams under the weight of a premature adulthood.

That is, until he receives an invitation for his school’s ten year reunion and sees that Harry will attend.

Could it be his second chance at happiness? At what cost?

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Staring Across the Room by allwaswell16

Harry Styles has a great life. He’s a children’s librarian at the New York Public Library, he’s got wonderful friends, and he loves cooking, green tea, yoga, and his collection of bow ties. He doesn’t mind that his life seems a little structured, maybe even a little boring. But when Louis Tomlinson joins the library staff as the new Installation Coordinator, things become a lot less predictable. Louis gets under his skin right from the start, bossing Harry around, making noise during story time, and eating the last cupcake in the staff lounge. Louis may be almost offensively attractive, but Harry will not be succumbing to Louis Tomlinson’s charms, even if the rest of the library staff have.

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Stars Will Align For Us by 2tiedships2

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

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The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

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through the jungle through the dark by YesIsAWorld

Louis and Harry were best friends, until they weren’t. Five years after they last spoke they’re forced to drive cross-country to visit an injured friend. If they can’t get over the past, it will be a very long week together.

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Wild Love by purpledaisy

“Good,” Julia says, clearly pleased to have them both uncomfortable and unable to look at each other. “Now, I only have one more question before you can go. What are you planning to do when this experiment ruins your friendship?”

“We said we’d stay friends no matter what,” Harry says smoothly, his chin lifting in defense.

“That was our one thing going into it,” Louis agrees. “Stay friends no matter what.”

Julia raises a perfectly manicured brow, “That’s all fine and good. But I hope you realize your emotions aren’t going to realize this is an experiment in the end. If one of you falls for the other and finds out those feelings are not reciprocated, you’re not going to be able to laugh it off as a social experiment. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do this, I’m just hoping you’ve considered all of the possible outcomes.”

- AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

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Worth a Thousand Words by TheIfInLife

“Look, I’m learning some new stuff!”

My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?

Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language?

“Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel.

Why?

You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped.

We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend. or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard.

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#recently read #maggieisalarrie #fic rec #28th appreciation

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Barely Breathing

Summary: Liam continues to process and learn more about his mother, Eleanor

Word Count: 2521

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Constantine x Eleanor

Warnings: N/A

Part 10 of WP. To catch up read here.

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**I don’t own the characters, just borrowing them**

“No.” Liam’s voice doesn’t raise above a whisper. He shakes his head repeatedly as if what he’s just read will change.

Panic fills his lungs with each breath as his chest tightens up. He presses his palms firmly into his desk as he stands up and walks over to his bookshelf. An entire shelf was dedicated to his mother; her favorite books, books she had read to him, framed photographs, her journals. His fingers gently grazed the spines of the books before he picked each one off the shelf one by one and threw them as hard as he could across the room.

He knew it would only be moments before guards burst into the room to check on him, he was surprised they weren’t already there. Book by book slammed against the walls of the office before he turned his attention to the photographs. Without hesitation, they too were smashed into the walls; glass shattering on impact and scattering across the wooden floor.

He wanted no reminders of his mother in the palace and soon stormed out and practically ran to the grand hall. Several guards tail him, but he just waves them off. He is on a mission now. Each step causes him to walk pass an oil painting of a previous ruler of Cordonia; each king and queen hung on this wall. Finally, he stopped in front of his mother’s: Queen Eleanor Rys. The commoner queen from Auvernese. Kindhearted Eleanor.

For months after her death, Liam could be found at this portrait. Sometimes he could be found sitting there reading one of the books she’d read him, but more times than not, he’d be found asleep, having cried himself to sleep.

But today, today he stands in front of this portrait and feels anger. He wraps his fingers around the frame and tries to rip it off the wall. For several minutes, Liam pulls and tugs at the painting trying to remove it from the wall.

“If she didn’t want to be Queen, Cordonia doesn’t need a reminder of her.”

“Your Majesty?” A guard slowly approaches the king.

“Have this taken down.” He walks pass him, “NOW!”

“Liam, honey.” Her voice is full of sleep which causes him to turn his neck in her direction. He looks down at his watch: 3:45 am and then back at Olivia, who is pulling the belt of her robe tighter.

He doesn’t answer her, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He doesn’t even think his voice would work if he tried; his throat burns from screaming at the night sky.

She takes a seat next to him on the bench near the garden that saw his wrath earlier that day. It’s not until he turns to look at her, just inches apart, that she can truly see his face. He’s paler than usual, black circles line his red, puffy eyes and he looks exhausted.

Something is said, but it’s too low for her to hear and when he repeats it, she watches the man she loves, completely shatter.

“She’s gone, Liv.” He starts crying, “She died three years ago.” He sinks to his knees in front of her, placing his head on her lap before letting, all the pain he’s ever felt, out.

----

Liam grips tightly to the side of his mother’s dress as they walk through the palace courtyard. It was one of the last days of autumn, the coldness slowly creeping into the air which meant the days of Liam and Momma adventures were winding down.

He looks up at her and smiles, he loves his momma. She’s was his favorite person and tied for his best friend with Drake. Lately she seems to be busier than usual, but Liam didn’t mind because she always made it up to him. She even snuck Leo and him into a restaurant so the three of them could enjoy a nice meal without the press a few days ago. And now they were going somewhere special on the palace grounds.

Eleanor looks at Liam who is beaming with happiness and her heart melts. Before she thought maybe he was missing out on having younger siblings since her and Constantine didn’t have any after him, but seeing him like this, he seemed perfectly content. Maybe Drake was what she hadn’t been able to give him, either way, she was happy that he had someone to lean on when she couldn’t be there.

“What’s this, momma!” Liam runs over to the brick structure before leaning over the side.

“Liam!” Eleanor sprints over there and pulls him back. Her heart beating out of her chest.

“Momma, did I do a bad thing?”

She looks down at him, his bottom lip poked out and trembling as tears pool in his bright blue eyes, “No, sweet boy. You just have to be more careful. You could’ve fell in.”

“I’m sorry Momma!” He throws his arms around her and she pulls him close to her.

“I know, baby.” She kisses the top of his head, “Wanna see what it is now?”

He nods, but keeps his head buried in her chest. She holds him for a little longer before they both stand up.

“This is a wishing well. You come here, make a wish and drop in a coin.”

“Does the wish come true?”

“Legend has it that they do.” She smiles at him as he looks at her with wide eyes.

“Momma, do you have a coin I could borrow?”

Smiling, she pulls two out of her coin purse and places one in his hand, “One for you and one for me.”

“You go first Momma. I want to make sure I do it right.”

Eleanor chuckles before closing her eyes for a moment and then flicks the coin off her thumb and they both watch as it falls down the well.

“You didn’t say your wish, Momma!” Liam whines.

“If you say them aloud, they don’t come true, silly.”

Liam straightens up his posture and holds the coin firm in his hand. He racks his brain, trying to come up with a wish. He could wish that Drake and him would be friends forever. Or that his dad would start treating Olivia better. Then it finally dawned on him what he should wish for and then he gently tosses the coin into the well.

“You want to tell me your wish?” Eleanor teases.

“No, Momma! I want it to come true!” He stomps his foot down, determined for it to come true.

“Okay, okay, sweet boy.” She reaches for his hand, “Let’s head back to the palace.”

* *

The sun shines on his face, the warmth wakes him up as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. His head is heavy and throat sore from his meltdown last night. He rolls over, finally opening his eyes to see red.

“Liv?” Liam is completely confused.

She slowly wakes up, having fallen asleep kneeling by the side of Liam’s bed. Olivia tries to stand up but the stiffness in her knees cause her to stumble; Liam lunges forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her on the bed.

“What were you doing on the floor?”

“I planned on leaving once you fell asleep, but I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought.” She runs her hands through her hair, trying to tame it.

“Uhh,” Liam rubs the back of his neck, “There’s another half of the bed.”

Her face turns red, partially from his comment and the fact that his shirtless. And while she’s seen him shirtless before, she feels more vulnerable in this moment; plus, she knows now is not the time for such thoughts.

“I didn’t want to cause any rumors or cast shade on your reputation.”

“My reputation? How would my reputation look if people found out you slept on my floor?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I…Well…I’m sorry.” She drops her head down, completely embarrassed, “Sometimes it gets hard to friends with the king.”

Liam’s face drops, growing up titles didn’t hold much value to them, a title was a title in the eyes of a child. Maxwell, Bertrand, Leo, Madeleine, and Olivia all had titles and they just really shrugged at them. Well maybe not Madeleine. Even the fact Drake and Savannah didn’t have one, never mattered when they were children.

“Oh. I guess I never realized how much my title changed and how that changed our dynamic.” When Liam assumed the role of Crown Prince and then King, he took it in stride. He had never taken the time to think how his personal relationship had been changed.

“No, it’s just…” she sighs, “It’s hard sometimes to walk the line of Liam and the king. With just Liam, staying the night wouldn’t be an issue, we’ve been friends since childhood. But as the king, an unwed king, it’s a huge issue and inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry I put you in a compromised situation, Liv.” He begins to kick himself all over again when his father’s words ring in his mind: Kings don’t express emotions. Kings stay firm and strong. Him telling Olivia he didn’t want to be alone was him allowing his emotions to be in control of him once again.

“Don’t be,” She smiles at him, “Last night you didn’t need to be a king, you needed to be a human. A grieving son mourning the loss of your mother. I understood that.”

He presses his lips to her temple, a gesture he’s done several times before, “Liv, I don’t think I’d be able to function without you.”

She watches him walk to his bathroom suite before she turns her attention to her thoughts. Ever since Liam told her that the deaths of Eleanor and Jackson were faked, she felt she was holding her breath. She wanted to be there for Liam, to stay clear headed, but then last night happened and she learned Eleanor had actually passed.

However, Olivia wasn’t exactly sure what to think, while she didn’t think lowly of Queen Eleanor, she also didn’t hold her in such high regard as Liam did. Most of her childhood, Olivia was made to feel unwanted, like damaged goods and a stain of the fabric of nobility, but Eleanor never treated her that way. She took her in and tried as hard as she could to hold her close to her side, but Constantine would only allow a Nevrakis so close to the throne.

Part of her was almost happy that there was news Eleanor could be alive, she had lost one mother, losing Eleanor hurt just as badly. Though now, that hope was gone and if it crushed her as badly as it had, she couldn’t fathom what Liam felt.

* *

“That’ll be all, Bastien.” Liam nods as Bastien bows and exits his office. It has been a little over two weeks since Liam had finished reading the files; since the night that Olivia had stayed with him through the night.

He thought maybe there was something between them, that their long-lasting childhood friendship would blossom into romance. A Nevrakis as the queen, Liam chuckled at the idea of his father rolling over in his grave. But once the initial haze of events blew over, he realizes that Olivia someone who should stay in his inner circle, not directly by his side. It was his need to cling to something constant, something that reminded him that his childhood wasn’t just a bunch of lies.

Before returning to Lythikos, Olivia expressed her concern and hesitation on him going to Montana to talk to Jackson. She made several points on how she didn’t think he would find the answers he was searching for, that what Jackson told him might not bring him the peace he wanted and that it could even backfire. While he wanted to side with her, to see where her concerns laid, he knew that he had to go. If anything, he needed to put a person to what he’s discovered instead of a fuzzy memory from years ago.

* *

The next week is a long and tiresome game of phone tag between Liam and Drake; between Liam being on a business trip and Drake spending more time at the Walker Ranch, they missed each other’s calls frequently.

It isn’t until Liam has gotten back to the palace that he finally answers the phone when Drake calls.

“I was beginning to think you ghosted me.”

Liam laughs, “I’ll schedule diplomatic matters around your calls from here on out then.”

“How did the trip go?”

He rolls his eyes, “The country’s business part went fine, I gained enough support to pass the bill. It went downhill when my personal business was then discussed.”

“Uh oh. This sounds bad.”

“I was presented suitors. My father was unwed for way longer than three years when my mother…” He stops, he’s not sure what to say. When his mother died? When she ran off?

Drake catches on, “It was like ten years or so wasn’t it? Until he married Regina?”

“Exactly. Three isn’t that long.” Liam shakes his head, annoyed.

“But he did have two heirs,” Drake pauses, “Just saying.”

Liam sighs, “Maybe I’ll just name your child as my heir, get them off my back.”

Drake freezes, “What!? You can’t do that. That’s insane!” He continues rambling until Liam’s laughter causes him to stop.

“I’m kidding, that wouldn’t make any sense. Then what would happen to my first born?” Liam is still laughing, “Plus you hate nobility, there’s no way you’d allow it.”

“And the court says I’m the bad influence.”

“Anyway, the reason I’ve been calling isn’t just to give you a heart attack. I want to come to Montana.”

Drake slowly processes Liam’s words. They had the space to accommodate him staying for a few days and Riley would love to see Liam again, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for the two worlds to collide. He and his dad had just started talking more often and he wasn’t sure he was ready to open that part of his world up to Liam.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just want to hear Jackson’s side. I have questions too. I have things I want to lay to rest with this whole situation.”

“Yeah, I understand. Does next week work? Just so I have time to tell Dad and Riley.”

“Of course. Just let me know and I’ll have Bastien take care of the arrangements.”

* *

“Everything is in order, sir. Whenever you’re ready, we can leave.”

“Maybe I should stay here.” He lets out a sigh, “I mean what can Jackson really tell me, he’s not my mother.”

“No, but he was a part of her life and does have insight that could help.”

“What if…what if her life was better? Better without me?”

“Sir, I watched Queen Eleanor with you, there’s no world where her life was better without you. Don’t forget that you were everything to her.”

“That used to be easy to remember, nowadays, not so much.”

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