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typingtess · 3 years ago

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Tiptoeing through the “Where Loyalties Lie” guest cast

Anthony Alabi as Marine Master Sgt. David Maxwell Appeared as Coach Spitz in Raven's Home and Moz McKellan in Family Reunion. Was Petty Officer Christopher Clayton in the "Rendezvous" season 14 finale of NCIS.

Guest roles include Raising Hope, How to Rock, Rizzoli & Isles, Touch, Revenge, Bosch, Kickin' It, Revenge, The Soul Man, I Didn't Do It, Modern Family, Heartbeat, Maron, Rush Hour, Longmire and Blackish.

J. Anthony Pena as Manny Ortiz Played Tiny the Bouncer in True Justice, Carl in The Oath and Deputy Poppernak in Big Sky.

Guest roles include General Hospital, Judging Amy, The Shield, Strong Medicine, 10-8: Officer on Duty, The District, Weeds, CSI: NY, CSI: Miami, The Mentalist, Big Love, Justified, Scorpion, Veep, How to Get Away with Murder, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Lucifer, Magnum PI, The Young and the Restless, Mayans MC and SWAT (2020).

Jessica A. Caesar as Ruby Was in episodes of The Suite Life on Deck, The Young and the Restless, My Crazy Ex, Grey's Anatomy, You Can Do Better, Famous in Love, Casual, Kevin (Probably) Saves the World, Vice Principals, Turf Valley and Kenan.

Played Tiffany in Monogamy season 2.

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James Martin Kelly as Seth Wilcox Was Capt. Del Gato in Ocean Avenue. Played George Young in the season 10 "Whole New Ball Game" JAG episode and Mookie Perkins in the "Boxed In" episode of NCIS

Guest roles include Walker: Texas Ranger (2000), Dawson's Creek, The Guardian, ER, The Shield, Boston Public, The Drew Carey Show, The District, Malcolm in the Middle, Cold Case, Without a Trace, NYPD Blue, Numb3rs, Crossing Jordan, George Lopez, Passions, Vanished, My Name is Earl, Raines, Criminal Minds, CSI: NY, Burn Notice, Prime Suspect (US edition), Drop Dead Diva, Mad Men, Mob City, Castle, Reckless, Grimm, Community and Bosch.

Ann Hu as Jun Chen Was in episodes of As the World Turns, Law & Order: Trial by Jury, Law & Order, Last Man Standing, Switched at Birth, Castle, Extant, Clara Grace, Man with a Plan, Pearson, 9-1-1 and The Morning Show. Played FAA Operations Supervisor Heather White in "Date with Destiny" in the season 15 finale of NCIS.

Kristin Carey as Dr. Laura Nash Played Dr. Dottie Prewitt in Passions and conservative pundit Brooke Foster in Scandal. Was Sheri Pruitt in the season six "The Terminator Conundrum" NCIS: New Orleans episode.

Had guest roles in Diagnosis Murder, Without a Trace, The West Wing, Bones, Criminal Minds, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Mistresses, Perception, The Newsroom, Rake, Men at Work, Revenge, CSI: Cyber, Dr. Ken, Bull, Speechless, The 5th Quarter, For the People, Stumptown, Bosch, Lucifer and American Crime Story: Impeachment.

Bridger Buckley as Hunt Appeared in an episode of The Neighborhood.

Tom Virtue as Dr. Hodge Longtime working actor. Played Stanley in The Building, Tom Vandoozer in Bonnie, Steve Stevens in Even Stevens, Jonas Floutley in As Told by Ginger, Eddie in The Comeback and Reverend Stone in The Secret Life of the American Teenager.

Had guest roles in five decades of television series:

1980's King's Crossing and 21 Jump Street; 1990's Grand, Nurses, LA Law, Baby Talk, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Walker: Texas Ranger, Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, Murphy Brown, Ally McBeal (as Ally's dad), The Secret Life of Alex Mack, Working, Chicago Hope, Party of Five, Dharma and Greg, The X- Files, The Secret Lives of Men, Martial Law and Beverly Hills 90210.

2000's Malibu CA, Freaks & Geeks, Sabrina: The Teenage Witch, The Agency, Star Trek: Voyager, Grounded for Life, Firefly, Mr. Sterling, Life with Bonnie, Monk, Reba, Malcolm in the Middle, Six Feet Under, That's So Raven, Crossing Jordan, Wanda Does It, Desperate Housewives, Arrested Development, Charmed, Unscripted, Everwood, The King of Queens, Over there, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Criminal Minds, Cold Case, Justice, For Kings, Everybody Hates Chris, Days of Our Lives, My Boys, Shark, Drake & Josh, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, State of Mind, Side of Life, Life, Entourage, Bones, CSI: Miami, Mind of Mencia, The Mentalist, Eleventh Hour, The Young and The Restless, ER and CSI; 2010's The Sarah Silverman Program, Big Love, Southland, How I Met Your Mother, Sons of Anarchy, Private Practice, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Gigantic, 90210, Law & Order: LA, Victorious, General Hospital, Castle, Workaholics, Hawthorne, Wilfred, Big Time Rush, Free Agents, Luck, Children's Hospital, The First Family, The Mindy Project, Up All Night, The Goodwin Games, The Neighbors, Revenge, Hart of Dixie, Jennifer Falls, Ray Donovan, You're the Worst, Franklin & Bash, Two and a Half Men, Incorporated, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Marvel's Agents of SHIELD, I'm Dying Up Here, Timeless, Animal Kingdom, 9-1-1 and American Horror Story; 2020's: This is Us, Dirty John, Mom, Mr. Mayor and Good Girls.

Was Warrant Officer Scoggins in the "All Ye Faithful" season eight episode of JAG and Frank Satner in "The Tell" NCIS episode in season 12

Written by: Matt Klafter. This is Klafter's first solo episode. He co-wrote "Smokescreen Part II" and "A Fait Accompli".

Directed by: Tawnia McKiernan, who directed "Exchange Rate", "High Value Target", "Kulinda", "Assets", "Joy Ride", "The Frogman’s Daughter", "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" and "A Land of Wolves" (episode before last).

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homeformyheart · 4 years ago

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unraveling truth | chapter 1: the tower (rod au)

author’s note: this is a ride or die princess/fantasy AU with inspiration from a bunch of different places, including a tarot card theme per chapter. some dialogue and scenes will reflect or tie back to the original story by pixelberry.

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: ride or die – colt kaneko x mc (ellie wheeler); minor logan x mc series rating/warnings: 16+ chapter rating/warnings: 13+ word count: 4.2k story summary: eleanor wheeler is a princess and dreading her 18th birthday when she’s expected to select her future husband from her stifling peer group of eligible nobles. however, a not-so-chance encounter with a mysterious stranger she can’t quite place and a reckoning unlike any other finds her on a crazy self-discovery journey and quest to reclaim her throne.

unraveling truth | chapter 1: the tower

a tall, severe looking woman loomed over ellie’s head from behind, casting a shadow on the random flowers and landscapes she had been doodling in the notebook in front of her for the last two hours. she was supposed to be taking notes on all the suitable princes that would be arriving late afternoon to attend her eighteenth birthday ball, which happened to be one of her least favorite annual traditions. even though she would prefer a day out in the town or a quiet day in with those closest to her, as the guest of honor it was her duty to play host to all royals and nobles from the neighboring kingdoms while dodging inappropriate commentary about her beauty and womanly figure from men who were her father’s age and their wives who not-so-subtly insisted on trying to set her up with their sons.

this year, though, the ball was going to take on a slightly different, or rather expanded, purpose. it was also going to serve as her official societal debut as an adult, which meant it was going to be exponentially harder to avoid all the matchmaking conversations. now that she was turning eighteen, she was expected to pick a suitor by the end of the social season. and unfortunately for her, the end was coming up in a fortnight. as much as she hated how long the social season felt, now she wished she could delay it a little longer.

ellie flinched at the sound of her etiquette tutor’s stern voice and pointer slamming down on her parchment, bringing her attention back to the lesson.

“i don’t think drawing horses and flowers has any value in helping you select a proper suitor, your highness. today of all days, you must pay attention.”

ellie straightened up in her seat and feigned the sincerity in her voice as she replied, “i’m so sorry, mrs. clarke. i was paying attention – i know the best economically advantageous ally for us would be with the vandermeer family since we share a border.”

mrs. clark clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “we’ll review again, from the top.”

ellie inwardly groaned as she counted the minutes until her lecture was over. she wasn’t sure why she needed a refresher on the histories and lineage of each of the noble families that would be in attendance, but her father had insisted it was critical to making the right impression on her future in-laws, a term she already resented. she was only turning eighteen and had never been out of the country on her own before. how could she be expected to get married?

as soon as she was dismissed, she ran, or rather, walked as briskly as a princess should, to her chambers, where her best friend and lady-in-waiting, riya was waiting for her with her riding outfit prepared and tarot deck in hand.

“you are the best, riya! after three hours hearing about the same old stories about how noble families are constantly fighting for wealth or defending their titles, i could really use a ride,” ellie grimaced, letting out a loud sigh as riya helped her out of her dress, loosening the tight laces on the corset and helping her get changed.

“mmhm, and spend some time with looogan,” riya teased. ellie gave riya a pointed look as she pulled on her boots.

riya just looked at ellie with a raised eyebrow. “i’ve seen the way you look at him, and more importantly, the way he looks at you.”

ellie blushed. “i know, he’s sweet and he was my first kiss and everything, but at the end of the day, he’s my bodyguard and i have to marry a noble.”

riya wrapped ellie up in a big hug. “i know that sucks but i’m here for you, okay?”

“only when darius isn’t around, right?” ellie giggled at the blush that appeared on riya’s cheeks, earning her a light smack on the arm. “but really, thanks, riya.”

riya handed ellie the tarot deck – it was one of the few remaining possessions of her mother’s and it always made ellie feel a little closer to her mom whenever she communed with the cards – as though it was her mother’s spirit guiding her. ellie unfolded the handsewn and embroidered altar cloth and spread out the cards before her. she could really use some of that guidance today. ellie took a deep breath and concentrated on her intention for the day, although it was something she’d been ruminating over several weeks, which was: what is next for me?

ellie hovered her hand over the cards and moved from left to right with deliberation. she couldn’t describe exactly how the cards called her but it was a feeling, and when she felt the familiar invisible tug, she opened her eyes and flipped over the card.

the tower upright. one of the most dreaded cards in the deck and one that ellie had experienced only once before, when her mother died five years ago. ellie stared at the card until she felt riya’s reassuring hand on her shoulder. “it’s okay,” riya said softly, gently grabbing the card from ellie’s hand and nudging her to stand.

“i know. i can’t dwell on this now. thanks riya,” ellie sighed and made her way over to the door. “i’ll be back in an hour.”

* * * * * the sky was absolutely clear outside with the sun shining brightly overhead. ellie closed her eyes outside the stables and tilted her head upward so she could relish the warmth. feeling the gentle breeze tickle her hair and the sun warm her face immediately lightened her mood.

“hey there, troublemaker.”

ellie opened her eyes to find herself staring into the warm, brown eyes of her one-time adolescent crush. logan was leaning casually against the doorframe, his tousled hair framing his tanned face. ellie let her eyes wander around his face, taking in his firm jaw and high cheekbones and the way the corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, before responding.

“as i recall, you were always the one in trouble,” she smirked, walking around him and into the stables.

logan followed behind ellie, stopping to take the reins of midnight, her strong, black stallion and the more tempered chestnut mare he often rode to keep her company so he could lead the horses outside. “by the way, i’m pretty sure you’re the reason i got into trouble, since you seemed to make it your personal mission to ditch your security detail.”

ellie stuck her tongue out at him before climbing into the saddle swiftly. nothing quite compared to the feeling of freedom and control that she felt while riding. it didn’t take long before she was urging midnight to a gallop across the fields toward the woods at the edge of the palace property. she knew without looking that logan was right behind her, albeit a few paces behind given the chestnut mare he was riding was a little older. he was always cognizant of her reputation and kept up the appearances of distance between the two of them. the chestnut mare, which was the typical choice for noble ladies, was one such example of logan’s thoughtfulness toward her reputation. anyone paying attention to the stables would assume he had taken midnight while she rode the mare.

she finally slowed enough for logan to catch up as they approached the woods and she gently guided midnight toward a small path that they both knew by heart. it was a fairly narrow dirt path that seemed to go nowhere but she had discovered as a child that by turning right at a particular gap in the trees, the path opened up to a small clearing and pond in the center. ellie dismounted and made her way over to the pond, taking off her boots so she could dip her feet in the water. logan mirrored her and the two of them sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling with the breeze.

“i can’t believe somehow i’m supposed to decide who i want to marry today,” ellie said with a loud sigh. “i thought i would feel differently about being eighteen, but it’s just another day like all the others, isn’t it? i’m supposed to just keep my head down and do what’s asked of me.” she looked over at logan and felt a longing rise in her chest. the sun trickling through the leaves of the trees above them created dancing shadows on his serene face.

logan finally looked over at her and ellie suddenly felt as though the clearing was too warm and the water encircling her feet was not cold enough and all she wanted to do was reach over and pull logan into a kiss so she could breathe easy again. she didn’t know that much about him since he kept to himself so maybe her feelings were mostly physical in nature, but there was just something about him, especially when he looked at her as tenderly as he was doing now, that made her wish deep-down that she was born of a life where she had the option to choose him.

“no matter what, birthdays are for celebrating with those you love. and there’s a team of people working really hard to make sure that you get to celebrate the right way,” he said, giving her a dazzling smile that seemed to glow with warmth from the sun.

ellie pulled her feet out of the water and began drying off. “are you part of this ‘team of people’?” she asked, letting herself feel excited and repress the dread and longing she felt moments before.

logan smirked at her as she lifted herself onto her horse, following suit on his own. “that’s a secret. now, we better get back quickly before i get sentenced to death for kidnapping the princess.”

* * * * * the rest of the afternoon sped by as ellie was meticulously prepped as though she were both a rag doll and porcelain figurine. she was bathed, combed, and groomed until her skin felt raw and her scalp tingled unpleasantly before being pinched, waxed, and made up with delicate eye makeup and a deure shade of lipstick. finally, ellie put on her custom pale pink a-line gown with a flowing tulle skirt and lace sleeves. the high neckline kept the dress modest, but the cinched waist showed off her svelte figure. gold lace and intricate embroidery detail covered the dress, balancing the sheer softness of the pink against the bold color that would certainly shimmer under the ballroom chandeliers. riya carefully placed a gold braided headband on ellie’s head before securely tying the white mask decorated with pink and gold feathers over ellie’s eyes.

ellie had suggested the masquerade theme by convincing her father that getting to know the suitors while in disguise would help her make a more objective choice since hopefully they wouldn’t realize who she really was until the end of the evening. secretly, ellie also wanted to see if anyone would be interested in her if they didn’t know she was the princess. once riya gave her the thumbs up, ellie took a deep breath and stepped outside her room.

logan straightened up from where he was leaning against the wall opposite the door to ellie’s room. as her personal bodyguard, he was allowed to stay close to her, but he knew he was often pushing the definition of “close.” his eyes widened as he took in ellie’s appearance – she looked both absolutely angelic and mysterious, and he simultaneously forgot and became painfully aware that he was well below her station.

ellie beamed at him and gave a small twirl to show off the full dress. “what do you think?”

“you look absolutely breathtaking, your highness. now let’s go make your secret entrance,” logan said, letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and holding out his arm.

as ellie slid her petite arm through his, logan heard a soft voice whisper, it’s okay to love her. he looked around quickly with his peripheral vision but knew deep-down that the voice came from inside him. whether or not he had any real feelings for ellie didn’t matter, he had a job to do and couldn’t afford any distractions, no matter how beautiful and funny and kind they may be. as he led her down the back stairwell toward a side door he couldn’t help but glance down, trying to memorize the feel of her arm in his and the glow of the lights illuminating her cheeks. as they walked out the door, he took a deep breath and buried that voice as far down as he could, covering it with a metaphorical lid. she wasn’t meant to be his.

ellie extricated her arm from logan’s and gave him a nod. he stepped back and disappeared around the corner, presumably to find a shadow in the ballroom he would use to keep watch. ellie watched as noble after noble, dressed in their most ornate masks and formal wear made their way up the steps and through the palace doors. she clenched her fists at her side to steel herself before lifting her chin with pride and taking a step forward. she could do this.

she stepped inside and was quickly escorted by a servant toward the intimidating ballroom doors. out of the corner of her eye, she saw logan give her a reassuring smile from his “hiding place,” and smiled to herself before squaring her shoulders and walking purposefully into the ballroom, hoping she looked like the epitome of a noble lady. the room was already bustling with conversation and people milling about with drinks, and she flagged down the nearest servant as discreetly as she could so she could grab a flute of the sparkling champagne.

she took a careful sip and crinkled her nose at the carbonated bubbles tickling her nose but then quickly drank half the class once she realized she liked the crisp, dry flavor that hinted of apple. she felt the liquid settle in her stomach and a warm feeling bloom outward until she felt it on her cheeks. she had alcohol before of course, but forgot to take it slow.

ellie didn’t notice a tall nobleman walking toward her from the left and it was too late to pivot once she did. she took a couple steps to the left while looking to her right for a servant to leave her empty glass with when she walked right into a dark-haired man wearing a soft, velvet frock set in black and trimmed in silver lace and black silk gloves. her hand immediately went from where it was holding the skirt of her dress to his abdomen and she looked up to meet the most intense gaze she’d ever encountered. She could feel his gaze piercing through his matching black velvet mask.

“oh, i’m so sorry sir,” she quickly stammered, trying to take an off-balance step back to create space between them.

his arm shot out quickly under hers and held her steady at the waist. ellie felt her cheeks warm at his touch; it was strange, but she felt like his touch was just as intense as his gaze.

“looks like you’re in the wrong place, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear, grabbing the empty champagne flute out of her right hand and placing it on the tray of a servant walking past them.

ellie felt her temper flare and deliberately took a step back and smoothed out her skirts to keep from telling him off. “who wants to know?” ellie said, through a clenched smile and glare that she hoped conveyed that she thought he had some nerve talking to her like that.

“just wondering who you’re trying to impress, looking like that,” he replied, the corner of his lip tilting up into a very attractive smirk. “that dress seems a bit overkill if you’re tripping over your feet. not very graceful for a lady, are we?”

“i’m meeting someone so i’m afraid i’m going to have to excuse myself,” ellie forced out through a smile that was already hurting her cheeks. she was tempted to dig her heels into his toes and could imagine the satisfaction she’d feel at hearing him cry out in pain, but instead curtsied and turned to walk away.

she took one step forward when she felt a gloved hand grab onto her pinky finger. she whirled around slowly to maintain an air of grace but glared at the masked man who had let go of her finger and now had his hand outstretched toward her.

“dance with me,” he said calmly, but there was an edge to his voice ellie couldn’t quite place. she looked up into his eyes and realized that she didn’t think she had it in her to say no.

as soon as she nodded, he led her to the dance floor where a few other pairs were already dancing along with the live quartet. his arm slid confidently around her waist and ellie placed hers on his shoulder with practiced ease. she was surprised at the way he led her around the floor so gracefully, it felt like she was barely touching the floor.

“i’m surprised at how light you are on your feet. i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” ellie said carefully, tilting her head up to look at him as he twirled her around.

he smirked. “that’s because i haven’t been around.”

now ellie was really curious. “you mean, this social season? i’ve had to dance with a couple dozen nobles all summer but none of them dance quite like you.”

the smirk on his face faded into a thin, pressed line. “no, i haven’t been around for a few years. my father and i didn’t see eye-to-eye and he didn’t want me around.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—” he quickly spun her out and back in before she could finish her apology.

when he pulled her back in, he lowered his head by her ear and murmured, “i don’t want your pity, sweetheart. see you around.”

he bowed and she curtsied reflexively before he quickly turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. ellie didn’t have time to react before a different nobleman asked her to dance, followed by another, and she found herself going from partner to partner, song to song, making conversation about anything and nothing, leaving her without a chance to catch her breath and make sense of her spinning thoughts.

ellie excused herself from her last partner, grabbing and subsequently draining another glass of champagne from a servant walking by before weaving in and around couples on the dancefloor until she reached the pillar closest to the quartet. she ducked behind the pillar and folded the skirt of her dress behind her so it wouldn’t flare out and took a few slow, deep breaths to calm herself down.

every single person that she danced with clearly had one agenda for tonight. while she was grateful none of them managed to guess who she really was, at least out loud, it was getting tiresome hearing about who they thought had the best chance of marrying her or wondering where she was or wondering if she might be interested in them. only one person didn’t seem to care about that, and she had no idea who he was or where he was from.

maybe she was feeling on edge at the moment with all the adrenaline from the evening pumping through her but she swore she could feel someone approaching her hiding spot. not like the normal self-defense or slightly paranoid feeling of someone coming up behind you, but a real, grounded gut feeling that someone was about to come up to her. ellie quickly pivoted to her right and raised her fists so she wouldn’t be caught off guard but was surprised anyway to see logan.

“whoa, there troublemaker. it’s just me. come on, it’s time for your announcement,” logan said quietly. despite the smirk on his face, ellie couldn’t find the usual playfulness in his eyes.

he led her toward the front where her father was waiting, his arm outstretched toward her. she felt logan leave her side and retreat back to a discreet location a split second before he actually did it, but didn’t get a chance to process that before her father looped her hand through his arm and led her toward the front of the room.

“ready, ellie? your life won’t be the same after this,” her father smiled as he looked down at her the way he had done for as long as she could remember, at least since her mother died. like she was a precious, fragile little flower that needed to be protected from the elements of nature.

before she had a chance to answer, a chorus of silverware clinking against champagne glasses quickly quieted the oblivious conversations still happening and ellie had to physically fight her own body from recoil from all the eyes that were now staring at her. she tried to distract herself from the gnawing in her stomach by scanning the room for any expressions of those she danced with who didn’t realize who she was at the time. it was entertaining to say the least, seeing people suddenly look embarrassed and shocked.

her father cleared his throat and ellie knew that was her cue to smile like the picture-perfect princess if she wasn’t already. she kept scanning the room, and couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that the mysterious man she bumped into was nowhere to be found. she sighed inwardly and turned her attention back to her father’s speech since she would have to give hers once he was done.

“i just have one last thing to say to my beloved daughter, eleanor. i am so proud of the young woman you’ve become and i know you’ll do great things. everyone please, raise a glass to celebrate my wonderful daughter’s birthday—” he had raised his glass of champagne but was cut off by a rumbling sound overhead that was quickly followed by a CRACK! and the crunch of concrete crumbling together.

ellie looked up and saw a deep fissure was defacing the beautiful greek-castle architecture design of the ceiling and the crack was expanding as it approached the front of the room, where she currently stood next to her father, frozen in shock. she barely registered logan appearing behind her.

“go! keep her safe,” her father implored, turning only after logan gave him a firm nod.

“no, wait, dad!” ellie watched with horror as her dad disappeared behind the fallen rubble until he was out of sight. logan started half-dragging, half-carrying her until she came to her senses and started running as fast as she could in heels and a long dress, letting him guide her by the hand around screaming people and falling concrete.

they stepped out through a hidden exit that was mostly used by servants to make it easier for them to get to the ballroom from the kitchen. logan expertly led her through the hidden corridor and ellie vaguely registered how abandoned the kitchen looked, with trays of desserts and champagne ready to go; the irony of how wasteful this luxury could be was not lost on her. despite how her toes pinched, she kept her mouth shut and did her best to keep up with logan, who made a beeline for the back door and around the castle until they reached the stables.

midnight and a horse ellie didn’t recognize were already saddled with what looked like fully packed saddle bags.

“why does midnight look like she’s been prepared for an escape and whose horse is that?” ellie was dumbfounded and there was no one else in the stables.

logan pulled her toward midnight and lifted her up so she was forced to grab on to the reins and climb into the saddle as he quickly turned to do the same on his horse. “i’ll explain later, we need to get as far away from here as possible. follow my lead and don’t stop for anyone!”

ellie matched logan’s pace as they left the castle grounds and even though they were galloping full speed under the light of the moon, ellie couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. part of the roof had collapsed, leaving the stone turret closest to her vantage point standing alone among the rubble, its gray stone coat illuminated by the moon.

in that moment, she knew she might never see her home or her father again. the picture of the turret standing tall like a tower was seared in her mind and a sense of dread unlike anything she had felt before settled in her chest. she knew this sudden upheaval of her life, the destruction of her home, and the loss of her innocence was only the beginning of what the cards were trying to tell her.

* * * * * mentions: @kat-tia801; @lovehugsandcandy; permatag: @withbeautyandrage; @agentnolastname; @freckles-spangledvampire

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dukedrakes · 5 years ago

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Tell Me

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Rose)

Rating: PG-13??? I guess?? I’ve never rated my work before.

Words: 3.5K

Summary: A little alteration fic where MC confides in Drake.

This is my first ever Choices fic and I’m so nervous to post it but here it is! This was so much fun to write. I haven’t written like this in a long time. It just flowed out of me. This piece is around Book 2 a little before Liam proposes and you’ll see that it deviates from TRR canon for ~reasons~.

Don’t forget to tell me what you think, Reblog and Like! Enjoy!

Rose plastered a smile on her face as she conversed with nobles she couldn’t remember the names of. Delicately holding her champagne flute, she glanced around the room as she nodded absent-mindedly to whatever it was the noble was telling her. She was surprised that she wasn’t used to this. After the lead-up to the Coronation, the Coronation itself and this Engagement Tour, she thought she had grown accustomed to the near constant gatherings and balls where she was required to converse with those in attendance with the utmost poise and politeness, giving everyone the best impression she could to secure theirs and Cordonia’s favour. But it was hard. Exhausting even.

Each time Rose took her leave for the night after hours of socialising, she felt her body sag with fatigue, tired from showing a façade that made her cheeks sore from smiling and head hurt from the too much champagne and idle gossip. She found it so trivial, the things they spoke about. Who wore it better? She said this, he said that, what a scandal! Rose supposed that Cordonian Court was these people’s world. It was all they had and all they would ever know, ignorant to anything of consequence in the real world. She was lucky she had a few good friends in Liam, Drake, Maxwell and Hana. They kept her sane.

But she’d come here, unprepared and out of her comfort zone. Constantly judged for being a commoner, all because of Liam. She’d spent the last months following him around, vying for his hand. Not that it was hard to spend time with him, she knew he favoured her more than the other girls. Everyone knew it. It made her feel guilty. She, a lowly waitress from New York who had never experienced a day of courtly life or princess training, had the favour of the Crown Prince over girls who had worked their whole life for the opportunity to be Cordonia’s Queen. She felt even more guilty knowing of her secret displeasure for every minute of it.

Rose has always been a girl with goals. They were simple and easy to attain. But they were goals. And being Queen of a small country was not one of them. The thought of being a royal was often romanticised beyond end, but Rose considered it with the absence of those rose-coloured glasses that made everything look easy. No, being a royal would be anything but. The constant scrutiny, private life no longer private, making decisions that have consequences for the entire country, and attending a never-ending supply of balls and dinners. It just wasn’t her. Yeah, maybe when she was six when she thought being a princess or queen was about wearing pretty dresses and a crown and being with the handsome prince. But not now. She could barely handle the pressure now after mere months; she couldn’t handle it if she were a Queen when it would be magnified tenfold.

She couldn’t keep up her resolve much longer.

Drake nursed his whiskey at the bar. He loved his whiskey, but he didn’t think he’d drink as much if it wasn’t for the constant need to numb the incessant banter and socialisation that came with these things. Drake had lost count of how many events like this he’s attended throughout nearly three decades of his life. It’s got to be thousands. He tried to add up the numbers in his head but winced as the fog of alcohol prevented him from using the required brain cells.

He turned from the bar and scanned the room. He figured out years ago that the best way to survive these events was with a drink in hand and with a bout of people-watching. He found it interesting, the patterns of conversation and personality quirks. He often predicted how conversations would go or more importantly, what drink people ordered. He’d got quite good at it. He observed everyone; the faces seemed to blur together.

All but one.

Rose.

She stood on the far side of the room, caught in a conversation with a noble he recognised but didn’t care to remember his name. She had a smile on her face, but it wasn’t a real smile. No, it barely resembled the smile that often graced her face when she was relaxed and with him and their friends. It wasn’t the smile that made his stomach flip whenever he saw it. It looked more like a grimace, Drake thought as he observed the conversation. He saw her looking around the room, no doubt for an opportunity to escape.

Despite her obvious distaste for current conversation, she was a natural at the whole court thing. She had a knack for knowing what to say, how to say it and when. She could easily converse with anyone about anything – a valuable skill for Cordonian Court, one he could never seem to master. She practically had the whole court wrapped around her finger save for a few conservatives. It was hard not to, even with her fake smile it was easy to fall for the charms and wiles of Rose Clarke.

He should know.

Regardless of how he presented himself and acted towards Rose and their friends. He knew exactly how he felt. He has never been in denial about his feelings. Not for a while now anyway. Drake has always felt so genuinely and truly, but his almost unwavering will to maintain walls and boundaries to protect himself and those around him often prevented him from acting selfishly. He was so strict on these boundaries, feeling guilty and chastising himself for the slightest bend of will or even the thought of bending will. He couldn’t cross those boundaries. Not with Rose. Not when she wasn’t his to love. He couldn’t do that to himself. But most of all, he couldn’t do that to Liam. Not when he loved her first. Not when she was here for him.

Drake convinced himself that going over there to save her from the dull conversation was not crossing those strict boundaries but was simply in the service of a friend. A friend he happened to love more than he ever thought possible.

“Forgive the intrusion, but may I steal Lady Rose away for a moment? I’m afraid Bertrand is looking for her.” Drake spoke, flawlessly mimicking the proper manners of the nobles that he’d listened to for years.

Rose made eye contact with Drake and gave an expression of relief before plastering on that painful smile. “Of course, excuse me.” She said and followed Drake before anyone could object. She held his arm as she said: “Thank you, I owe you.”

Drake laughed as he led her back to his position at the bar, trying to ignore the feel of her fingers on his blazer. “You looked miserable. I couldn’t leave you in their clutches to be bored to death.”

“You have no idea. I think Sir Franklin? Is that his name? Was talking about all the different types of micro-bugs that live in his lake. Or was he talking about his grandchildren?” Rose pondered with that adorable crease between her brows.

Drake shrugged and scoffed. “What’s the difference?”

“Hilarious. See, why should I listen to pointless blather instead of your entertaining snide remarks?” Rose grinned, a real one this time.

Drake smiled at her fondly, as she ordered a drink. He caught himself as she looked back at him, looking away and taking a sip of his own drink. As Rose received her drink, she held up her glass to Drake who returned the gesture, clinking their glasses together softly as they turned from the bar and looked out into the crowd, a comfortable silence between them.

Drake looked over at Rose as a trembling sigh came from her lips. Her fingers fiddled with the rim of her glass as she looked absently into the crowd.

“You okay, Clarke?” Drake asked tentatively, turning to her.

Rose kept her gaze ahead as she bit her lip before blinking and nodding. “Yes.” She replied, her voice a mere whisper. She continued to nod before the nods turned into shakes, the question of ‘are you okay?’ causing her final resolve to crumble as she looked down.

“Hey, hey, Clarke. What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Drake said gently, placing his now forgotten whiskey on the bar and craning his head a little to look at her face.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Drake.” She said, looking out into the crowd again.

“Do what?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“This. All of this.” Rose said, keeping her head forward, still as he’d ever seen her.

Rose spoke again, and this time she didn’t stop as Drake just listened to every word.

“This isn’t me. It never has been and never will be me. I can’t do the court thing. I can’t attend balls every other night making ridiculous small talk with nobles I don’t care about. I have never wanted this. I did this because Maxwell asked, and I thought it would be an experience of a lifetime. And it was. But I thought it would end. I didn’t know it would last this long. I thought it would just last until Liam chose one of the noble girls and then I would go home. Because there’s no way he would pick me.” Rose rambled.

“And, how could he? I’m a waitress from New York, Drake. I don’t belong here, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to be royalty much less a queen. I have never wanted it. I’m a simple girl from a humble home. Could you imagine if I became queen? I barely know Cordonia and its people. How would I be able to make responsible decisions regarding their welfare and what’s best for the country? An outsider on the throne? What a great idea! Said no one ever.” She laughed but it wasn’t funny.

She paused and took a breath, the next words coming out as a strained whisper. “Why would Liam ask that of me? Why would Liam ask me to give up everything? My freedom? If I marry him, I will never be able to do the things I want to do and achieve the things I want to achieve. I won’t be able to go shopping. Or walk around a park or in the town square, visiting the local café and getting a hot chocolate before going to the bookstore and buying more books, knowing I have a pile 10 books high already at home that I need to read.”

Drake watched her, listening to every word, the world and people around them drowned out like they weren’t even there anymore. He listened to every pause between sentences. Every choked breath. He could see the tears welling in her eyes as she stayed looking at the people in attendance. That façade slowly crumbling before his eyes. His heart ached for her. He hated seeing her so upset. He almost reached out to hold her, but he remembered his boundaries and where he was, clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were white and his fingernails dug into his palm.

“I can’t be here and pretend to be someone I’m not” Rose breathed out, a small tear escaping her eye before she wiped it away as quickly as it came.

Drake stood there; mouth not working. He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? That it would be okay? That Liam would never ask her to give up her freedom for him? He couldn’t. Because she was right. Marrying Liam would mean giving up her life as she knew it. Giving up her freedom to be herself. Yes, Liam would never explicitly ask that of her. But he loved her, and if he chose her and she said yes, she would be signing her life away. And it might be okay, eventually…in a few year’s time, when Rose had fallen into the rhythm of court and knew how to navigate decisions that weighed on Cordonia. But who knows how long that would take or if it would even happen? Why would she give up years of her life hoping for something that may never happen?

But the questions on his mind were ones he didn’t know if he wanted the answers to.

Did she love Liam? Did she love him enough to do this? Or was she just saying this to him as an open ear, to get more of an understanding of herself?

There was silence between them as Drake wondered what to say.

“Clarke…” He started.

“Tell me.” Rose interrupted. She turned her head and looked at him for the first time in minutes or maybe hours? Time had frozen between them. His heart broke at the anguished expression on her face. “Tell me not to say yes to Liam.”

Drake blinked and jerked back slightly in surprise. “What?”

“I know he’s going to choose me. Tell me not to choose him back. Tell me not to say yes. Tell me not to be queen. Tell me.” Rose asked, a desperation in her voice that he hadn’t heard before.

“Clarke…” Drake said again, unable to say anything but her name. “I can’t make this decision for you.” He finally said. “You need to do what is right for you.”

“But you’re the only person who matters.” Rose said bravely but softly, her eyes never leaving Drake’s.

Drake took in a breath and froze. He then cleared his throat. “Clarke…you shouldn’t say things like that.” He shook his head and turned to the bar, seeing his now lukewarm whiskey and taking a sip, his throat suddenly dry.

“But it’s true.” Rose said so quietly he wasn’t sure he heard her. Drake looked at her, she was facing him now, leaning on the bar as she looked at him. Drake’s heart swelled with his love for her. His will and boundaries threatening to break as all he wanted to do was hug her and tell her what she wanted to hear.

“You know I can’t tell you what you want to hear. No matter how much I wish I could.” Drake sighed.

“Why not? What’s stopping you?” Rose asked.

“Everything.” He breathed.

“Tell me.” Rose asked again.

“Why?” Drake flared. “So, if it all goes bad you have someone to blame? So, if you made the wrong decision you can resent and blame me for ruining your opportunity?”

Rose shook her head, unphased by his heated response. “No.” She said simply.

“Then, why?” Drake asked gruffly.

Rose’s breath hitched, she looked down and said quietly – knowing the weight of these words. “So, you can come with me.”

Drake widened his eyes before closing them and sighing, letting his head fall back. “Clarke. You’re killing me.” He shook his head and opened his eyes, looking at her. “We can’t just leave.”

“Why not? We could leave together, live in Cordonia or New York…” She trailed off.

“Clarke, stop. Are you hearing yourself? What makes you think we could do that? Huh?” Drake argued. “I have people here that I care about. I can’t just up and leave like you can. I have Liam. My best friend. Who’s going to do damage control if you leave? Do you even understand the position I am in? I have my best friend, who adores you and would move mountains for you. And I have you, this little stubborn, vibrant and beautiful woman who—”

“Can you shut up and think about yourself for once in your life, Drake?” Rose hissed, ignoring his compliments. “You’re always thinking about Liam and the people around you. How they would feel. How they would be impacted. What about what you want? Huh? What do you want to do? Stop thinking about others and their problems and be selfish for once in your goddamn life.”

Drake blinked at her as she puffed in front of him, the people around them at the bar starting to look at them. He knew she was right. Rose always was. She knew him too well, seeing through every wall he put up like it was glass.

“Clarke…” He started. But she had already placed her drink onto the bar top and was headed out of the ballroom. He watched her go before looking around him, not caring that some people were looking, and ran after her.

He caught up to her down the corridor. “Clarke, wait—”

“I’m sorry.” Rose said when she heard his footsteps to her slow. “I know it was unfair of me to ask that of you.” Rose spun around to face Drake as he skidded to a stop in front of her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you.”

Drake caught his breath softly as she went on. “You’re right, this is my decision and I need to make it for me. I was just upset and overwhelmed, and I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you for not say—”

Drake didn’t let her finish her sentence as he demolished his boundaries, cupped her cheeks and kissed her. He could feel her tense in his hands before she relaxed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Drake deepened the kiss and Rose responded immediately. He trailed his hands from her cheeks to her hips as he gripped them firmly before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her onto her tiptoes. Rose’s hands threaded through his hair as they kissed, not caring who saw them. They were like two halves of the same soul that had finally found each other after centuries apart.

They pulled away breathless, foreheads leaning against each other. “What was that?” Rose whispered, running her fingertips on the back of his neck.

“That was me being selfish.” Drake breathed. “I love you.”

Rose pulled back to look at him, biting her lip as she grinned. “Then tell me.”

Drake took in a breath, hesitating for a moment before he fulfilled her request, the words flooding out in breaths. “Don’t choose him back. Don’t say yes. Don’t be queen.” Drake brought her forehead to his once more as he spoke. His head screamed at him for what he was doing, but his heart…his heart was full and finally satisfied.

“And what do you want?” Rose asked, bringing her hand to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheekbone.

“You. Only you.” Drake smiled. His heart pounding. Pounding, but free.

“Then have me, because I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and I don’t want to be without you ever.” Rose smiled.

Drake broke out into what Rose thought was the biggest smile she’d ever seen him give as he kissed her again before bringing her close, her arms still around his shoulders and spun her gently. Rose laughed as he set her down.

“How could I resist you for so long, Clarke.” Drake smiled down at her with so much love he thought his heart would burst.

“I could say the same, Drake.” Rose laughed. Drake chuckled along with her before the reality of what’s to come sets in.

“How are we going to tell Liam?” Drake asks, his voice small and vulnerable.

“We’ll work it out.” Rose said gently, her hand coming up to put some of his hair behind his ear.

“He’s going to hate me.” Drake shook his head. “Or worse, you.”

“He could never hate you.” Rose soothed. “Liam loves you like you’re his own flesh and blood. Perhaps more. And I don’t think he has a hateful bone in his body but if him hating me means I get to live freely and with the man I love then I’ll gladly accept it.”

Drake shook his head. “You’re amazing, Clarke…Rose. You’re incredible.”

“So, I’ve been told.” She grins before leaning up to kiss him again, not able to get enough of his lips on hers. Drake relaxed under her kiss. She was his kryptonite. God knows how he resisted for so long. He couldn’t imagine being without her kisses and her warmth ever again.

“Now,” Rose said, back to sounding like she usually did – determined and full of life. “we should probably go back inside, we can deal with all this tomorrow morning, but for now, I believe you owe me a dance.” She grinned.

“Oh, do I?” Drake scoffed as they walked back down the corridor together, the promise of forever lingering in the air.

Tomorrow, everything would change, as he had finally broken those walls and told her, and she, him. But for now, they would dance, knowing it would be the last time they would ever do so here, at the palace where they were mere shells of their real selves. No, tomorrow they would finally be free.

Shall I do a Part 2 anyone?

Also, I haven’t got tags, but if you want to be tagged for the next piece let me know!

I hope you enjoyed!

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lorirwritesfanfic · 5 years ago

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Late Night Explorations

Author's note: This is my submission for the ninth day of Choices August Challenge. I’m a little late, I know. Sorry.[Original characters are owned by Pixelberry studios and some of the others are creations of the author.] Book: Desire & Decorum (Modern Day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: M Word count: 1581 Summary: Daphne knows a little more about Hamid’s past as they spend a night in a 24/7 library. Based on the prompt: Choices August Challenge Day Nine - Exploration

Daphne tapped a burgundy colored balm on her lips and sprayed perfume on her wrists, on the inside part of her elbows, on her neck and cleavage, picked up her messenger bag and checked herself in the mirror again, scrutinizing every detail of her outfit.

"Ooh, I love this perfume!" Briar appeared on the doorway and wiggled her eyebrows. "Where are you going?"

"The library."

"At this hour?!" Briar inquired. "You're wasting a Miss Dior perfume on the library?!"

"First of all, it's the only perfume I like and the only one I brought here. And secondly, the Uris library is open 24/7 and you know I prefer to study at night. And thirdly, what's wrong with putting a little perfume on sometimes?"

"Nothing. But usually, you put on the moisturizer for daily activities like going to classes or the library, not the perfume," Briar pointed out before realization dawned her features. "Oh, I know! You're not just going to the library. You're going on a date with your Turkish prince charming."

"He's not a prince," Daphne corrected.

"He's rich, funny, charming, sexy and his great grandfather was the last sultan of the Ottoman Empire. He's a prince in my book, sweetie. And you didn't say no to the date part."

Daphne rolled her eyes.

The corner of Briar's mouth quirked up as she gazed at her friend scrutinizing her own outfit in the mirror. "Do you like him? Not just enough to allow him to join you on your boring study routine that no one can mess up, I mean... Do you really like him?"

"I don't know... Maybe? I met him two weeks ago and I could be wrong about this, but he's so different from every other guy I know. He's so spontaneous, smart, funny and--" Daphne trailed off as her phone buzzed and a broad smile spread across her face when she checked her phone. "He's here."

"Yeah, I picked up on that when your smile started to stretch towards your ears," Briar implied.

"I'd love to hear you talking like a tween, but I gotta go." Daphne put on her phone back and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Bye."

"Have fun," Briar waved.

When Daphne crossed the lobby of her building, her smile grew wider at the sight of Hamid leaning on the door of his SUV car.

"Good evening," she said softly.

"Good evening," Hamid grinned, taking in every detail of her outfit and the floral scent coming from her and lifted her hand to his lips. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Said the dapper guy who pulls off Turkish blue shirts and black leather jackets like no one else," Daphne replied.

"Are you becoming a flatterer as well, Daphne?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't mean I'm lying. I'm just borrowing a few pages from your playbook."

"Noted." He flashed a broad grin. "Shall we?"

Daphne nodded, allowing him to open the door for her and get into the car. A short drive later, Hamid parked his car and they walked to the main entrance of the library. As soon as they came in, a middle-aged lady greeted him with a smile.

"Good evening, dear!"

"Good evening, Mrs. Clark! Don't you look lovely tonight wearing pearls?"

"Aww, thank you, dear! My son gave me these earrings."

"He surely has good taste. May I introduce you to my friend?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "This is Daphne Wang. She studies History of Art here."

"Hello, Mrs. Clark. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello, dear. I don't think I've seen you here before."

"I usually go to the library in my department."

"I understand, the Fine Arts library is wonderful. However, I have to say we've got a remarkable selection of art books here," the woman said with a warm smile.

"I'll be happy to look for them here."

"Oh, don't worry, dear. I have picked them up and put them in the private room reserved for you," the woman smiled at Hamid.

"I didn't know that, but thank you," Daphne answered.

"You're welcome. Now come with me. Your study room is ready." The woman walked out of the reception counter, ushered them through the library, opened a door and led them into an antique room with leather couches, study desks, coffee table, a fireplace and a breathtaking view of the campus. "I trust you can take it from here, Hamid?"

"Absolutely. Thank you, Mrs. Clark."

Daphne walked into the room, brushing her fingertips over the hardcover books. "Wow..."

Hamid chuckled. "Wow indeed. Sometimes I still get overwhelmed by the things I find in this library."

"How many times have you been here?"

"I have no idea," he answered, wandering around the room. "I loved hanging out here since the first time I came with my parents when I was ten. My father got his Ph.D. here at Cornell and he was a guest teacher for a year. He worked and studied a lot. And sometimes, the only way I could spend time with him was when I followed him to libraries."

"Aww... I can even picture little Hamid reading children's books in a room like this right next to his father writing his final thesis in a desk like this one," Daphne beamed.

"If only I have spent that much time reading," he grinned. "In the beginning, I played board games with the employees and a few college students and ran between the shelves upstairs. This is a great place to play hide and seek, tag and tabletop RPGs."

"I believe you," she smirked.

"Then one day, one of my father's students showed me her favorite book," he reached for one of the bookshelves and picked up the first edition copy of Pene du Bois' The Twenty-One Balloons.

Daphne began to slowly walk towards him.

"She told me I should admire the work my father did because he traveled the world, meeting different people from different cultures like Professor Sherman in the book. I read this book so many times I dreamt about these illustrations coming to life," he commented flipping between pages.

"So is this why you became a diplomat?" She asked, watching Hamid turn the pages as she stepped closer.

"In a way..." He smiled. "My family has this tradition to serve the country, so I chose a career path which allowed me to do both."

"Sounds like an excellent way to serve your country and travel." She affirmed, taking a seat by the antique study desk.

"I do have to tolerate some terribly dull meetings from time to time, but it's worth it." Hamid leaned close to her, lowering his voice. "And your texts certainly have saved me from boredom more than once."

"Even the ones with gifs?"

"There are certain things in this world only a gif can express."

Daphne giggled. "You're something else, you know?"

"So I've been told," he winked and sat next to her, fishing his laptop out of his bag to start working.

Following his gesture, Daphne picked some of the art books on her desk, her notebook and began to study. After a few hours in silence, occasionally interrupted when they exchanged glances and their hands or legs accidentally (or so they say) touched, Hamid stretched his arms up and stood up. "Let's take a walk."

"Now?" She grimaced.

"You're almost sleeping on the desk and you promised me you'd stay up all night. Come on, let's take advantage of this big and almost empty library."

He helped her up and they strolled around together, opening a few books they've read or books they wished to read.

"Everything is so cool in here. I can't believe I've never been here before."

"Well, now you have."

"Funny... When I first met I thought you've never been here in Ithaca."

"Believe me, I felt the same way when I returned," he chortled. "The city changed so much since then and I like it. But whenever I want to go somewhere familiar, I come here."

"Thank you for bringing me here. I always loved reading and exploring this giant library with you was amazing. This place is definitely going to become a favorite."

"You’re welcome. It was my pleasure to have you here with me," Hamid replied, looked around for a moment and turned to her. "Still sleepy?"

"Not much. Maybe we could grab a coffee."

"I have a better idea," he smiled mischievously. "Do you trust me?"

"Yup," she dimpled.

He offered his hand to her and they walked further into the grand room, stopping at a secluded dimly lit corner. "This was my favorite hide and seek spot. I also used to come here to read thriller books with a flashlight when there was no one around to play with me."

"But since you're showing me your secret place, I suppose we didn't come here to play hide and seek."

"There are other games we can play here if you want."

"I'm in." Daphne purred, closed the distance between them and rose on her toes, pulling him into a fiery kiss, her tongue leading his into a sensuous dance.

His hands tugged at her clothes, roaming over the curves of her body. "I'm glad to know we're on the same page," Hamid whispered and pinned her against the wall.

"Ah, yes," she pulled away, smiling as he kissed her neck. "We're definitely on the same page."

They stayed in the corner for a long while, quietly relishing the pleasure of exploring each other's bodies before returning to pick up their belongings and going home.

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bri1234 · 2 months ago

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Safe With Me

Book: The Princess Swap

Pairing: M!Clarke x F!MC

Word count: 1553

Rating: Teen, angst

Warning: Does mention death

Summary: Clarke shares a side of himself with Daisy that very few, if any, know about him.

A/N: I was originally going to post this September 22nd but life got in the way and I was never able to finish it lol. But I finally had a chance to this weekend. It’s very rough, so I hope to re-edit it soon.

Anyway, this goes with the prompt diary and Clarke for the September Monthly Challenge if it's not too late to submit.

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Not many people know who the heartthrob and cynical Prince of Ismar truly is.

He built his walls so high after the death of his sister Ayda that the only person he let in was Eren, a member of his court and best friend. He was the only one who seemed to understand the pain Clarke went through because he felt the exact same. The three of them were inseparable when they were younger after all.

Of course Clarke's parents loved Ayda, but the way they handled her death made him feel angry and frustrated and so utterly alone. He felt powerless at the fact that he couldn’t even mourn or honor his own sister properly.

Dealing with these emotions during his teenage years forced him to bury so much of himself. He thought that maybe he needed to see a professional, someone he could talk to about Ayda, someone who could help him cope with everything his parents put him through.

All he did was ask his mother and father if he could see a therapist, but both immediately denied him, saying it would only show “weakness” in the family.

Eren, being Clarke's closest friend, suggested writing out how he was feeling. Clarke originally protested at first, claiming that he didn’t want to keep a “diary.”

“Clarke, I understand it goes against your mysterious nature, but I’ll be the only person who knows. Besides, it might help you process your feelings better than just letting them overwhelm you daily,” Eren told him after refusing several times.

Eventually, Clarke caved. He found an empty journal within the castle and brought it to his room. He sat down at his desk, opened the journal, and started writing. As he kept writing, he found that he very much enjoyed it. So much so, that he eventually filled journals upon journals of his thoughts and feelings.

As the years passed by, he found himself writing less and less, but he would write whenever important events happened in his life or the topic of Ayda came back up.

He was now back in Ismar after a whirlwind of the past several months in Monterre with Daisy. They’ve been engaged for two months now, and he’s never been so happy.

Now, he was back home for the first time since Daisy had insisted on going with him to Ismar to convince his parents to let him come back to Monterre. Back when he didn't know that she was not Princess Rose, but a completely different person.

Clarke was standing in his room, holding a brand-new picture frame with a picture of Daisy and him during their engagement photos. A smile spread across his face as he was pulled back into the memory of the day these pictures were taken in Monterre.

But he shook his head, pulling himself out of the memory and remembering the task at hand; get back to Daisy as fast as possible before his parents start bombarding her with insane questions about her life back in the States. He knows that Daisy can handle herself, but he doesn’t wish his parents inconsiderate questions on anyone, especially his future wife.

His feet carried him to his desk, where he placed the picture frame on one of its shelves. As he set it down, his eyes caught on one of his notebooks. He forgot to bring his current one with him to Monterre, but didn’t even think about writing anything since he met Daisy.

Completely distracted by the journal, he sat down at his desk and flipped through the pages to his latest entry. It was the day when his parents told him that he would be leaving soon to “court” Princess Rose of Monterre. Clarke chuckled as he skimmed the page. If only he knew what was in store for him all those months ago.

He flipped through more pages, and eventually came across an entry he made a year ago. It was about an argument his parents and him had about Ayda. Frowning, he flipped to another page, not wanting to relive one of the many arguments that hurt him more than his parents would ever know.

After reading for a few minutes, he decided to start writing, retelling the past few months.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Out of habit, he quickly shut his journal and turned around, making sure that his notebook was hidden behind him.

He watched as the door opened to reveal Daisy. A smile spread across his face as she entered his room.

“You will not believe the amount of questions your parents just asked me about the public school system in Ohio,” Daisy said laughing as she flopped down on the edge of Clark’s bed.

Clarke let out a dry laugh as he abandoned his desk, sitting down next to her in two strides.

“Of course they did,” he said, rolling his eyes. After everything Daisy has proved to them, they still feel the need to ask her questions like that.

Daisy laced her hand through Clarkes, sensing the silent anger he felt towards his parents simmering.

“Good thing I have a handsome prince to defend me,” she added, resting her head on his shoulder. A small smile spread across his face as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Before Clarke could respond, Daisy asked, “Were you writing something?” She was looking right at his journal placed on his desk.

Leaving her spot at the edge of Clarke’s bed, she went to his desk to investigate.

Clarke found himself not moving. Normally when people were even near his journals, aka his parents, he would go into flight or fight mode, making sure that neither of them saw. But with Daisy, he felt oddly at peace knowing that she would now know this part of him.

Now at his desk, she picked up the journal and gave him a questioning look.

“You can read it if you would like to,” he responded, answering her question before she could even ask it.

“I don’t have to if it’s something you want kept private,” she responded, knowing that sometimes people write just for themselves.

“Daisy,” he started as he jumped up and went to stand next to her. He gently cupped both of her cheeks with his hands. “We’re getting married in a few months. There is nothing I wish to keep from you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then one to her lips.

She smiled against his lips, wishing that he would show the world this side of him more often.

When he pulled away, he continued, “Besides, I was going to tell you about my journals at some point.”

“Journals?” she questioned. “I didn’t even know that you wrote.”

“That’s because no one knows besides Eren, and now you,” he said smiling, stepping away and getting onto his knees.

“Clarke, what are you—,” Daisy’s words caught in her throat before she could finish. She watched as he pulled back the carpet they were standing on, revealing a loose floorboard. He easily pulled back the board, unveiling about five other journals. Daisy knelt down beside him.

“You can read whatever you want. Most entries are about Ayda. And the journal you have in your hands is my most recent one. The last entry I have before the one I was writing was written the day before I met you.”

She knew he had kept his heart guarded for so long after Ayda died. And all the things his parents did, along with the press trying to get to him, made everything so much worse.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, I know it must have been hard to keep all of this in for so many years,” she said, looking into his bright blue eyes.

“It was, but I know I’m safe with you.” He said, looking back at her with pure adoration in his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go talk to my parents about their manners.”

Daisy chuckled. “Don’t be too hard on them, the public school system in the States is kind of crazy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, laughing as he stood up and went to the door.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, but have fun reading the many secrets of the cynical Prince of Ismar,” he voiced jokingly.

Regardless of his amusing tone, he felt a sense of relief now that he can share more of this side of himself with the one person that truly seems to understand and care for him.

“Hey Clarke,” Daisy said right before he walked out.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

A smile spread across his face and his heart felt full for the first time in a long time.

He turned back to look at her, “I love you too.”

Daisy watched as he left, closing the door behind him. Looking at the journals in front of her, she slid the floor board back into place and laid the carpet back over it. She figured she would save those for another day.

Standing up, she took his most recent journal and sat down at his desk. She flipped to his latest entry. It had today's date.

Smiling, she started to read.

#the princess swap #choices tps #prince clarke x mc #choices fandom #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #choices fanfic #choices royals

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choicesficwriterscreations · 8 months ago

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CFWC F/AotW - April 7 - 14, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Back on Vacation 🎨| Imtura Tal Kaelen, Nia Ellarious, Valax, MC - @myautumnrose

BLOODBOUND

Five of Cups ✒️| Gaius Augustine - @thosehallowedhalls

The Sock Giveaway ✒️| Adrian Raines x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

CRIMES OF PASSION

A Begining ✒️| Ruby Webster, F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Movement ✒️ | m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Second Language (Series) ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne - @inlocusmads Chapter 1: "What's that song you sing for the dead?"

DESIRE & DECORUM

Annabelle Parsons Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

Ernest Sinclaire Fanart 🎨by @storyofmychoices

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Cloud Watching ✒️| Beckett Harrington x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

The Press Secretary (Series) ✒️| Chris Powell x F!MC - @eadanga Chapter 12

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 art by @callmebeem (C: @cadybear420)

IT LIVES SERIES

Lincoln Aquino x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @weetlebeetle (C: @storyofmychoices for @abelflints)

Noah Marshall x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @payroo

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Uncharacteristic ✒️| Gabe Ricci x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

MULTIPLE STORIES

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied 7/8 ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession

TRR / RoE / TNA / CoP

Isle of Misfits ✒️Ⓜ️| Multiple Characters - @tessa-liam Chapter 9: Inconvenient Truths

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 3: The Unknown

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week ending April 13th

THE PRINCESS SWAP

Prince Clarke x MC Fanart 🎨 by @bri1234

RED CARPET DIARIES

Comfort ✒️| Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @thosehallowedhalls for @storyofmychoices

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Behind Closed Doors (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| Maxwell Beaumont x MC, Liam Rys x Maxwell Beaumont - @angelasscribbles Chapter 1: The Invitation

A Bird in Hand ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles

Catch & Release ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @dcbbw

Dance Under the Rainbow 🎨🏳️‍🌈 | Hana Lee x MC - @uselessgay10101

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speedybasementcollection · 6 years ago

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People That I Write For

Mayans MC

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Miguel Galindo

Coco Cruz

Riz Ariza

Marcus Alvarez

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Chibs Telford

Opie Winston

Happy Lowman

Deadpool

Wade Wilson

Cable

Domino

Colossus

AHS

SEASON 1

Billie Jean Howard

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

SEASON 2

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Mary Eunice McKee.

Jude Martin

SEASON 3

Cordelia Foxx.

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer.

Misty Day.

Madison Montgomery

SEASON 4

Bette and Dot Tattler.

Jimmy Darling.

Maggie Esmerelda.

Dandy Mott

SEASON 5

Sally McKenna

James Patrick March

Det. John Lowe

Donovan

Will Drake

The Countess

Ramona Royale

Tristan Duffly

SEASON 7

Michael Langdon

Wilhemina Venable,

Mallory.

Coco

John Henry Moore.

Marvel

Tony Stark/ Ironman

Steve Rogers/ Captain America

Thor

Loki

Bucky Barnes/ The Winter Soldier

Peter Parker/ Spider-man

Sam Wilson

X-Men

Logan

Donald Pierce

Mystique

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin

Harry Hart

Merlin

Roxy

Gazelle

Poppy Adams.

Ginger Ale.

Tequila

Celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Chris Hemsworth

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Hardy

Jennifer Lawernce

Ariana Grande

Demi Lovato

G-Eazy

Hasley

Bebe Rexha

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

Liam Payne

Shawn Mendes

Camila Cabello

The Rock (Dwayne Johnson)

WWE

Triple H

Roman Reigns

Shawn Michaels

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Renee Young

Carmella

Becky Lynch

Charlotte Flair

Nikki Bella

Paige

Dolph Ziggler

Finn Balor

Braun Strowman

Alexa Bliss

Sheamus

Drew McIntyre

Clark Kent

Bruce Wayne

Diana Prince

WHAT I WRITE

Fluff

Angst

one shot

imagines

Ships

Texts

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countessogilvy · 6 years ago

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Choices: Rules of Engagement [Prince Leo x MC/Katherine Rodrigues-Clarke]

#leo x mc #prince leo #rules of engagement #roe mc #roe #roe choices #otp aesthetic #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices #pixelberry

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royalromcom · 7 years ago

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The royal romance Riley/mc face claim:

Emilia Clarke is my face claim for her but if you have different one please show me I would love to see

#the royal romance #prince liam #face claim #pixleberry #choices #pb choices #trr drake #ttr mc #trr riley #trr hanna #trr liam #trr maxwell #trr2 #trr3 #emilia clarke #liam x mc #drake x mc #hanna x mc #maxwell x mc

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years ago

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Mobile Masterlist as of Oct. 1st, 2024

This is a list of every fic I have written. If there are any links that don’t work, please let me know. And if you have any requests, let me know as well.

**Now includes links to my AO3 Fics.**

Characters I’ve written that are on this list:

Chibs Telford, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Happy Lowman

Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Charles Xavier

Crowley, John Winchester, Sam Winchester

Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Pratt, Jason Momoa, Mark Sheppard, David Harbour, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki, Machine Gun Kelly, Henry Cavill

Carter Baizen, Owen Grady, Star Lord, Jimmy Darling, Negan, Bjorn Ironside, Mickey Milkovich, Clark Kent

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*= Drabble (Under 1k Words)

Italics = Contains Smut (If I remember lol)

Bold= Series

SOA NO PAIR

The Miserable Six*

CHIBS x READER

Southern Strip Tease

The Costume Debate*

Fear Never Works for a Parent

The Process of Losing Weight*

The First 2 Miles*

Disney Secrets*

Stepping Up – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

The Other Costume Debate*

Teller-Telford Pumpkin Picking*

The Santa Mishap*

Stepping Up Again – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Family Matters – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Bikers Don’t Belong in Wyoming – Part 1 / Part 2

What Happens Next – Part 1 / Part 2

Life On The Road – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Always - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Scottish Prince Charming - Part 1 (Continued exclusively on AO3, link at bottom.)

JAX x READER

Fright Night*

Truth or Dare: Redwood Edition*

Running

Found

Half Blood, Whole Heart-

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15

Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20

Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25

Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / Part 30

Part 31 / Part 32 / Part 33 / Epilogue

OPIE x READER

Halloween with the Winston’s*

Pumpkin Carving Contest*

My Hero*

Star Crossed Rivalry - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

HAPPY x READER

Despacito

BUCKY BARNES x READER

Little Goes to Disney World*

A Puppy For Bucky

Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover

Captain Bucky*

Bucky Goes To Woodstock*

Freaky Friday

Whiskey Lullaby

Forever Young

Double Surprise

S.S. Desperation

Fate – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Destiny - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Eternity

Don’t Let Go – Part 1 / Part 2

Other World Love – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The Other Winter Soldier – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Six Limbs- Part 1 / Part 2

The Chef - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Avengers MC - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

The Cards - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

I Got You - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

Goddess I Am - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Winter Wolf - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16

Fresh Start - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

A Christmas Gift - Part 1

NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER

Small World - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

CHARLES XAVIER x READER

Saving Bucky

Alphas- Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

CROWLEY x READER

A Gift From Crowley

The Beauty Of Sight

The Healing Powers of Harry Potter

What Happens in Vegas*

The Daddy Dilemma*

Over My Dead Body*

Little Ladybug

Dog Days

Selling Souls*

Baby Crowley

Tinkerbell*

The Botched Hunt*

Pants*

Laundry Mat Romance*

Pregnancy Hell*

Heaven Nor Hell

Apollo

Crowley's Sorrow*

Little Soul Mate

Ultimatum

King No More

His Little Buzz Lightyear*

Fall Leaves*

The Ring and The Cure - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

JOHN WINCHESTER x READER

One More Night

If You Stay

The Right Call

Witches Lie

The Broken Arm*

The Chicken Pox

Meeting the Neighbors

Seven Times Great – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Snow Storm - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Adventure - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

SAM WINCHESTER x READER

Wasn’t Expecting That

A Gift From Sam*

$200 Baby

Wayward Hounds

Sam and the Book Reference*

Natural Born Killer (Dean x Reader but changes in continuation series)

Natural Born Killer - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

The Winchester Blood Line - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

SEBASTIAN STAN x READER

This Is Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

Seb’s Halloween Surprise*

Premiere Surprise*

Kaylee – Part 1 / Part 2

One Night at Hellcat Annie’s – Part 1 / Part 2

Into The Ocean – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

I Can't - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

TOM HIDDLESTON X READER

I’m Coming Home

Breaking The Curse - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

CHRIS PRATT x READER

Assholes and Award Shows

Halloween Reveal*

Star Shooter’s Halloween*

Get Up*

The Wedding Date – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Little Moments - Part 1 / Part 2

JASON MOMOA x READER

Drunken Consequences - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Find Your Light - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

The Better Man - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Daddy, Please - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Still On The Road - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Quads - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Lucky Number Seven - Part 1 (Continued exclusively on AO3, link at bottom.)

MARK SHEPPARD x READER

Mark’s Halloween Surprise*

I Warned You*

The Look*

Mark’s Jeans*

Your British Knight - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

A Recipe for Happiness - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

The Difference - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

DAVID HARBOUR x READER

Nobody’s Perfect – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

JDM x READER

Tattoos

Came Here To Forget - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Ain't Sayin' She's a Gold Digger - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

JARED PADALECKI x READER

This Is Why You Can

She's Not Ready

MACHINE GUN KELLY X READER

Meant To Be - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12

Too Smart for Your Own Good - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

HENRY CAVILL X READER

Ripped Dress

More the Merrier: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

MARRY YOU*- Choose your own Chris

CARTER BAIZEN x READER

One Love

New Year, New Leaf - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

OWEN GRADY x READER

We’re Not In The Navy Anymore

STAR LORD X READER

Terran Omega

DECLAN HARP X READER

Debt Repaid*

JIMMY DARLING X READER

Lobster Boy & Monkey Girl

NEGAN x READER

Waylon

Peace*

The Killers

Fairy Dust

Taking The Shot – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

The First Mistress – Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Ohana - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Matching Crazy - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

The Unexpected Protector - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Bad Things - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Unlikely Parents - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

BJORN x READER

Pure Hearted Prince - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

MICKEY MILKOVICH x READER

The Resistant Omega - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

CLARK KENT X READER

Managed - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

CAPTAIN SYVERSON X READER

Forever (x OFC)

AGE REGRESSED READER

The Glitter Tie - Crowley x Reader

Little Exposure - Sam Winchester x Reader

Little Beach Day - John Winchester x Reader

The Mermaid Room - Crowley x Reader

Dr. Daddy - Sam Winchester x Reader

Red Handed - Crowley x Reader

Crystal Hunting - Jason Momoa x Reader

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AO3 EXCLUSIVE

You’re Safe Now (Daddy!Sam x Little!Reader AU)

The Mix Up (Construction Worker!John Winchester x Heiress!Reader AU)

The Bachelorette (Astrophysicist!Bucky x Disney Animator!Reader AU)

Love is Blind (Negan x Blind!Reader TWD Universe)

Unexpected (Opie x Escort!Reader SOA Universe)

The Bitch of SAMCRO (Natasha x Patched Doctor!Reader, Past Denny Duquette x Reader, Chibs x Reader SOA Universe with a slight Grey’s Anatomy Crossover)

Widow in a Werewolf World (Natasha x Hunter!Reader MCU/SPM Crossover)

Hard Road Ahead (Jason Momoa x Reader continuation of Life on the Road)

The Phoenix (Geralt x Reader)

Evil’s Turn To Win (Chibs x Reader SOA/OUAT crossover)

A Pair of Pyros (Opie x Reader, Ex-Jax x Reader)

Blast From The Past (Syverson x Stripper!Reader)

Cap ‘n’ Gunny (Syverson x Army Gunny!Reader)

Like Mother, Like Daughter (Opie x Chibs’ Daughter!Reader)

The Feral Omega (Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader)

Lucky Number Seven (Jason Momoa x Reader)

Scottish Prince Charming (Chibs x Reader)

Two Worlds: Henry Cavill x Reader (Harry Potter AU)

Stark's Daughter: Future Bucky x Reader

Outcasts: Eddie Brock x Reader

The Lost Children: Negan x Reader

Second Chances: John Winchester x Reader

Design: Crowley x Reader

The Soulmate: Bucky x Reader

Abduction: John Winchester x Reader

#My Heart In Ink #My Masterlist #Masterlist #Mobile Masterlist

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