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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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Unexpected Chapter 6: Liam

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warning: Lemons

Word Count: 2,477

A/N: I know it's been a few months since we've had a chapter of this and the previous chapters all focused on Max. Time to answer the question Max keeps asking, what has she been up to with Liam?

This is another submission for @choicesprompts Smutember 2023 Prompt event. Prompt: Slow and Sweet.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall, ensuring no one was watching, before punching in the code to unlock the door to a room that wasn’t hers.

She slipped quietly inside, made sure the door shut, and locked it behind her, “You said you needed to see me?”

She had taken the time to change into something a little more comfortable and accessible. Now clad in a short skirt and billowy top with nothing underneath, she stepped up behind the man leaning on the door jamb of the open French doors leading to his private balcony. Her hands touched the back of his shoulders as his head turned to the side.

Covering one of her hands with his own he answered, “You came.”

“Of course, I came,” she leaned up and feathered soft kisses along the back of his neck, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He spun toward her with tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I? I don’t presume you just sit around waiting for my call.”

Her hands cupped his face, “I don’t sit around waiting for them, but I’m always hoping for one.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Liam, really. Now tell me what’s wrong.” She said as she led him to the bed and perched on the edge, patting the spot next to her.

“Nothing…everything….” He said hesitantly as he sat next to her, “It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death and no one but me seems to remember…” Tears started to slip unbidden down his face, streaking his cheeks as he struggled to hold all the pain inside.

“Oh, honey,” She reached for him and pulled him close, cradling his head into her bosom, “It’s okay to cry baby, let it out.”

He pulled on her blouse with both hands as he pressed his face against her chest and cried harder. She held him as his body shook with sobs. “I’ve never cried in front of anyone before,” he told her sheepishly when he finally pulled away from her, wiping the tears from his cheeks, “Not even Drake.”

“It’s because you trust me,” she murmured as she leaned forward and raked her fingers through his hair, “Please don’t apologize for it.”

“I do trust you, Riley,” his voice was practically a whisper as he reached for her free hand, “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything sweet boy,” she crooned as she continued to play with his hair.

“I think I love you,” his grip tightened on hers.

She dropped her hand from his hair, “You think?”

His head jerked up to study her face, “I…I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Riley. I’ve never been in love before, but I can only describe what I feel for you as love. I think about you every waking moment and when I go to sleep, I dream about you. I’m sorry, that probably sounds crazy…” he turned his head away from her.

She stopped him, turning his head back to face her, “Don’t do that. Don’t turn away. Face your feelings, Liam. I know you’re a prince about to be a king, but you’re also a man and whoever made you feel ashamed of having feelings did you a great disservice.”

He studied her face for a moment before reaching out to caress her cheek, “I want you. I want to choose you but I’m afraid this life will break you, Riley. You’re too good, too sweet, you don’t understand-“

She leaned into him, her plump breasts pressing into his hard chest as she brought her lips to his ear. Her breath sent shivers cascading down his spine as she whispered, “I’m not as sweet and innocent as you think I am.”

His dick twitched at the implication, “What does that mean?”

“It means you’re not the only one putting on a show out there for the court. There are so many things we need to discuss my prince, but for right now, let me make you feel better.” Her fingers slowly trekked down his chest, unfastening each button as she went.

She could feel his body trembling as he reached a shaking hand out to stop her. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

She paused and stared up into his eyes, “Do you want me to stop?”

They stayed that way for a long moment, gazes locked, neither moving then he released his hold on her and shook his head.

A triumphant smile curved her lips up, “We can finish what we started in the hedge maze the other night.”

An involuntary groan escaped him at the memory. It had been the closest he’d ever come to having sex without actually having sex. He had wanted to take her right then and there on the cold, hard ground but propriety and his over-honed sense of honor had intervened.

She deserved better.

But now she was in his room with him, sitting on his bed, her lips burning fire across his skin as her hands made short work of his clothing. He shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t give in to his most carnal desires. He was supposed to be giving each suitor a fair chance but deep in his heart he knew that possibility was long gone. There was no fairness in his feelings for her, no room for the consideration of another.

He was already lost. Already too far gone. Already hers. As she pushed him back on the bed, he understood that there was nothing he wouldn’t do with her, nothing he wouldn’t do for her, and certainly nothing he would deny her.

Once his shirt was gone, she pulled herself into his lap so that she could straddle him and began working on her own buttons. When she was done, she shrugged out of the blouse, smiling at the sharp intake of breath from Liam, “You can touch me if you want to.”

He lifted his eyes to hers slowly, desire and longing etched on every feature of his face. “Are you sure?”

She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast, “I’m sure.”

“Fuck, Riley…” His eyes fluttered closed briefly as a shudder ran through him.

She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, softly, slowly. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip. He surged forward and captured her mouth with his own, his tongue gently probing, seeking entry. Her lips parted, granting it.

One hand kneaded the full breast in his palm as the other traced lines up and down the naked expanse of her back. Their tongues continued to roll and brush each other. She shifted ever so slightly, pressing herself into him with a delicious slowness, stoking his desire higher.

The unhurried deliberateness with which she caressed him stirred an urgency deep within him and he was suddenly seized with the need to touch every inch of her body as if he could memorize it with his fingertips. He broke the kiss, “Can I….could you lay down and let me just…touch you?”

She gazed down at him with tenderness before sliding off him, shimmying out of her skirt, and lying face down on the bed.

Liam scooted close to her, his fingers tracing languidly from just under her neck, tickling down her spine, running over the curve of her ass, and drifting down the smooth skin of her legs, over her heel to rub the arch of her foot. He worked his way back up and then down again, caressing the other leg as he went.

Riley’s body was suffused with equal parts melted relaxation and electric tingling. Heat burst into existence in her core, building and coiling as his lips took the place of her fingers. He kissed a trail of fire up her spine until his body was hovering over hers. With his lips brushing against her ear he murmured, “Turn over?”

She rolled onto her back and looked up into his face. The stark devotion she found in his eyes both took her aback and sent a thrill shooting through her. Her hands ran lovingly up the side of her face, ruffled through his hair then made their way across his shoulders and down his back as she reveled in the way he shivered under her touch.

He kissed her reverently on the lips before continuing his mission to touch every bit of her. He paused to flick his tongue around a pert nipple, sucking it between his lips and pulling it greedily into his mouth. He moved back and forth between them, giving them equal attention, Riley moaning softly as her hands tugged at his hair. He lingered there a while before finally continuing his downward trek. He veered from her stomach to lick and nip down the inside of one thigh then back up the other. Settling between her legs he looked up with imploring eyes, “Is this okay?”

“God, yes!” She bucked her hips up toward him, encouraging him.

The first light brush of his tongue across her center sent shockwaves of pleasure jolting through her. She cursed quietly as her head pressed into the pillow. Gripping his hair in her hand she lifted her body into his face.

He lapped slow strokes up and down her pussy before settling right over the clit as he inserted a finger into her. He curled his finger as his tongue drew circles around, over, and across her throbbing nub, her body bucking up into his mouth as he worked his tongue gradually faster and harder until stars burst behind her eyes and waves of ecstasy pulsed through her clit and exploded outward until her entire body was awash with sensation. He slowed his pace but continued to lick her through the orgasm, gradually decreasing pressure until she came completely back down.

“Liam, get your pants off, now!” she panted.

He slipped off the side of the bed and tore at the fastenings of his pants. Riley sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, so she was sitting with her legs open, one on either side of him. Grasping his hands in hers she smiled up at him, “Uh uh. Put your hands down. I’ll do it.” Her face held a teasing smile as she worked on the fastenings with excruciating slowness.

“Riley…” he breathed out as he watched her work, his fingers digging into his palms in an effort to keep his hands to himself.

She pulled his zipper down and cupped him through his underwear. A high-pitched whine spiraled out of him as she rubbed a thumb across the tip of his cock, straining against the already wet fabric. She brought her mouth closer and exhaled letting the warmth of her breath caress him.

His hands shot to her head, fingers tangling in her hair, “Fuck! Riley! Please!”

“Ummm,” she licked her lips as she tugged his clothing down, “You took your time with me. I’m returning the favor.”

When his cock sprang free, she leaned forward, hands on his ass propelling him closer, and buried it between her breasts. A shudder tore through Liam’s body as he pitched forward. He sank his face into her hair, his body trembling with anticipation.

She pushed him back so she could lower her mouth, licking a line from his base all the way up and running her tongue around the tip in a circle. She took him into her mouth, taking in as much as possible as she sucked and licked. His body strained toward her, his hands pressed her head down, and his hips moved carefully. Tension vibrated through him, the rigidity of his muscles giving away just how much restraint he was using to maintain the leisurely pace they had set.

She increased the suction and the tempo, and he twisted away from her, “Stop!”

“What’s wrong?” She ran her tongue over her lips with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Nothing is wrong,” he panted, “You’re a little too good at that and I want inside you!”

“Oh yeah?” She teased as she slid herself slightly back on the bed and opened her legs wider, “Come on then. Fuck me, Liam.”

All thoughts of propriety or concerns about other suitors were wiped from his brain as he darted forward, ready and eager to claim her. He took her by the legs and jerked her to the edge of the bed. Keeping his grip on her thigh with one hand, he took himself in the other and teased the tip slowly around her entrance before finally pushing himself carefully, inch by inch, inside her. When he was buried deep inside her, he stilled as a shudder ran through his body.

Eyes locked on her, his finger found her clit again as he began to move, pulling himself in and out of her. He kept his pace steady but slow as his finger flicked and twirled until he sent her spiraling over the edge again, her face flushed, eyes glazed, lips parted as her moans and whimpers filled the room.

Her walls clenched around him as a gush of wetness coated his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened. A primal growl was ripped from him as he lost control and began to thrust into her with a frenzied pace, grunting as he slammed into her over and over again, his frustration from the edging pushing him close to tears as he pounded into her, her bare skin shimmering with sweat and her tits bouncing wildly. He cried out as he burst over the edge, exploding inside her, knees buckling as he slumped forward on top of her, face nuzzling into the side of her neck as he struggled to regain his breath.

Her legs unlocked as her arms went around him instead, fingers stroking his head and back tenderly, “We’re good together, Liam. It can always be like this if you just choose me.”

He lifted his head to search her face as if all the answers he would ever need were to be found there, “Stay with me tonight?”

“Why?” She challenged.

“Because I love you, Riley, and I’m through pretending to be considering anyone else.”

“Okay then. I’ll stay.” She curled a lock of his hair around a finger as she watched his face light up at her answer. A tidal wave of emotion swept through her as she returned his smile.

He brought out a side of her she hadn’t realized she possessed, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. A fierce protectiveness clawed its way to the surface, and she realized she wanted him. Not just the lifestyle he could give her, or the money and titles Bertrand had promised in exchange for a valid marriage contract, but him. Liam. The man. And that was an entirely unexpected wrinkle.

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deb-1106 · 2 years ago

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Forever

Chapter 4

Rating: NSFW (This Series contains mature themes, depictions of sexual acts including m/m, m/f, and m/m/f, and coarse language)

Pairing: Drake x Liam, Drake x Riley

Author’s Note: This series is set in an AU where Liam and Drake are in love with one another and there was never a conspiracy against Riley. This has enough drama without all that Canon nonsense. :)

Word Count: 5543 (sorry - this one was LONG)

Riley stood in front of her vanity, studying her reflection as she pressed her fingertips lightly over the dark, puffy circles under her eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and it showed. Instead of the blissful, dreamless sleep she’d grown accustomed to since arriving in Cordonia, she’d lain awake in her bed, tossing and turning into the early morning hours, as the events of last night played over and over in her head.

Liam was in love with Drake. They were in love with each other.

She felt a fresh wave of pain course through her and closed her eyes, clutching at the sides of the vanity as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

Everything in her wanted to run away, to go back to the comfort and security of her boring mundane life in New York. At this moment, waiting on drunken Frat boys with wandering hands was preferable to being here in Cordonia, desperately in love with two men, both of whom had been lying to her since the day they’d met.

She thought back to that night. It had been Drake that caught her eye first. He was tall, hot and brooding, definitely her type. But he’d been so standoffish and borderline rude that she’d immediately turned her attention to Liam, who had been, as always, a perfect gentleman. He was attentive and engaging and extremely easy on the eyes. They’d spent the evening talking and laughing and she remembered never wanting it to end. When he’d told her his one regret was not seeing the Statue of Liberty before he went back home, she knew she’d do whatever it took to make sure his wish was granted. She remembered how her heart swelled as she watched his eyes light up with a child's excitement the moment he saw Lady Liberty for the first time. She’d fallen in love with him right then and there. He was kind and affectionate and so incredibly passionate. She still felt a tingle of excitement when she remembered how they’d made love for the first time in the hedge maze under the stars.

But still, there was Drake. He was always close by with his sarcastic remarks and his cynical nature. He was so infuriatingly distant...until he wasn’t. Somehow, by luck or by chance or maybe just pure stubbornness, she’d broken through his barriers and been rewarded with one of his incandescent smiles that made her feel like she’d won the lottery. Liam had been so busy with his royal duties...and with the other suitors...that she hadn’t seen very much of him since arriving in Cordonia. But Drake had been there. They’d shared their deepest thoughts over aged whiskey more times than she could count. She didn’t know exactly when it happened, but she’d fallen hard for him.

Until last night, her heart had been torn between them. She’d thought that having to choose between these two vastly different but equally incredible men was going to be the hardest decision she’d ever have to make.

Oh, how wrong she’d been.

The sound of laughter floated through her windows, carried by the late morning breeze.

Riley stood and made her way to the balcony, throwing open the french doors as she stepped outside. Below she saw people milling about on the lawn, enjoying the beautiful Cordonian weather. She heard laughter again and turned to see Drake, Maxwell, Liam and Bastien, all dressed casually in athletic shorts and t-shirts kicking a ball around.

Liam had the ball trapped under one foot as he faced Drake. Drake was grinning, wiggling his fingers tauntingly at Liam as if to say “Come on.”

Suddenly Liam darted forward, pivoting quickly to the right, as he tried to get the ball past Drake. But Drake was too quick. Before Liam knew what hit him, he was flat on his back and Drake and the ball were heading in the opposite direction.

She watched Drake walk back to him, laughing as he offered Liam a hand up. Riley dissolved into giggles when Liam in turn flipped Drake to the ground and stood laughing down at him.

Scowling, Drake got to his feet. Liam reached out to ruffle his hair and got a sharp shove in the chest for his efforts. Undaunted, Liam hooked his arm around Drakes neck until he got a begrudging smile out of him.

This sort of interaction was something Riley had seen from them dozens of times, and she’d never thought anything of it. She’d always known that they had a close bond, she just hadn’t guessed the extent of it. But as she watched them together, she could easily picture what she’d always assumed was brotherly affection turning more intimate. And rather than anger her, it warmed her. They loved each other. She loved them.

The question was...did they love her?

Riley dabbed some concealer under her eyes, pulled her hair into a messy bun and threw on a pair of leggings and a loose off the shoulder sweater before heading outside. She needed to find them, talk to them, and figure out what, if anything the future might hold for them.

Liam, Drake, Maxwell and Bastien sprawled under the shade of an enormous Oak Tree as they guzzled bottles of water.

“So…” Liam began hesitantly, “You spoke to Riley last night?”

“I sure did.” Maxwell’s eyes grew wide and he shuddered slightly, “Boy was she mad!”

Drake unconsciously rubbed his hand across his mouth, “Yeah, no kidding.”

“But don’t worry.” He said with a triumphant smile. “I talked her out of leaving.”

“Leaving?!” Drake and Liam chorused.

“Oh yeah.” Maxwell plucked a blade of grass and pressed it between his thumbs, blowing softly until it whistled. “She had her suitcases out and was half packed when I showed up.”

Liam leaned back against the tree trunk with a deep sigh, “I certainly can’t blame her.”

“Hey!” Maxwell said suddenly indignant “Why didn’t you guys ever tell me that you...well, you know...”

“Mostly cause it’s none of your fucking business.” Drake muttered.

Liam raised his brows in surprise, “Really Maxwell, you didn’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?” Bastien let out a bark of laughter, “You really are just a babe in arms, aren’t you?”

“I am not!” Maxwell crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

Liam just shook his head and looked to Drake. He was twisting his empty water bottle between his fingers, deep in thought.

“We need to find her...talk to her.”

“Yeah.” Drake agreed not looking up, “We do.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to look far.” Bastien said wryly as he jerked his head toward the courtyard where Riley sat on the edge of the fountain talking to Hana.

Drake and Liam shared a look of apprehension.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Drake sighed as he pushed himself to his feet. “But if she starts throwing fists again, I’m using you as a human shield.”

Riley watched them approach and her heart started hammering in her chest. She knew this was inevitable, and thought she was prepared for it, but as her palms started sweating she had to tame the urge to flee.

The first thing Drake noticed as Riley looked up at them was how unhappy she looked.

They’d handled this all wrong last night...all wrong.

Good morning, Lady Hana.” Liam said graciously as he bowed slightly to her.

“Good Morning, King Liam.” She replied, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes.

“Lady Riley, “ Liam turned and she could see the anxiety he felt clearly etched into his face. Somehow seeing how nervous he was calmed her own nerves.

“Good Morning, King Liam. “ She replied before venturing a look at Drake. She sucked in her breath when she saw him staring steadily back at her.

“Drake.”

He nodded, but said nothing.

Liam gave her a solicitous smile. “Would you care to join us for a stroll through the gardens, Lady Riley?” He looked up at the sky and sighed, “It is a beautiful day. We won’t get many more as perfect as this.” He looked back at her, his expression serious, “And I do believe we have much to discuss.”

Riley took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I do believe you’re right.’

They strolled through the lush Royal gardens, talking about the weather, the new apple crops, the upcoming costume ball, everything but the one topic that weighed heavily on all of their minds.

Riley stopped to admire a particularly large peach-colored hibiscus flower. Liam plucked it and placed it gently behind her ear.

His eyes locked with hers as his fingertip trailed across her cheek, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am...” He looked to Drake, “How sorry we are...that we didn’t tell you about our, eh... situation earlier. I know it must have come as quite a shock to you and I am so truly sorry for it.”

“We weren’t intentionally keeping you in the dark, Riley.” Drake said, his deep brown eyes staring into hers earnestly, “It was...is...a tricky topic to broach.”

Instead of replying, Riley reached out to gently touch the cut on Drake's lip with her fingertips.

“Did I do this?” She whispered

He sucked in his breath sharply when her fingers grazed his skin. He found he was having a hard time forming words so he just nodded.

“I’m sorry I hit you.” She whispered, as tears welled in her eyes. “I was just so...hurt, so angry and confused. I lashed out, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t blame you one bit, Matheson.” Drake said solemnly, “I’d probably have done the same thing if I were you. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy thing for you to hear.”

“No,” Riley turned from Drake to meet Liam’s eyes, “But I’m sure it wasn’t an easy thing to say either.”

“It wasn’t.” Liam agreed, “But it was a conversation that was long overdue. If I could do things over again, I would have told you about Drake and I the moment I suspected you returned my feelings. I’m sorry if you felt like we lied to you or misled you in any way. That was never our intent. I…”

He looked to Drake…”We care a great deal for you.”

“I do know that, Liam” She sighed, “Or at least, I thought I did. But right now, I’m questioning everything. I can’t help but feel like I’m just a means to an end to you.”

“Riley.” Liam reached for her hands, clasping them tightly before bringing them to his lips, kissing them tenderly. “That’s absolutely not the case. I have several suitors all vying to become my queen. Most, if not all, already know, or at least suspect that Drake and I are involved. If I just wanted a, a...um...what is the term?”

“A beard.” Drake muttered with a sigh.

“Yes, that’s it. If I just wanted a beard, I could choose any one of them. But that’s not what I want. I want a real marriage, with a loving wife. A mother to my children whom I love and who loves me back. A Queen who is compassionate and strong and who loves Cordonia as much as I do. I want you Riley Matheson.”

Tears welled in her eyes and began to slowly spill down her cheeks as she gazed back and forth between these two incredible men.

“I said some horrible things to you last night. I’m so sorry.”

Liam smiled gently, “No need for apologies, My love.”

Riley turned to Drake and held her hand out to him. He grasped it tightly and she pulled him closer to her and Liam. They stood huddled together, heads pressed close.

“We never wanted to hurt you, Riley. You have to know that.” Drake said softly, “We both...well, we love you.”

“We do.” Liam agreed, ”But…”

He looked up and met Drake's eyes, “We also love one another. So if that’s something that makes you uncomfortable, or unhappy. It’s best that we know now.”

Drake agreed. “I know this is a totally fucked up situation, Matheson. We don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. If this arrangement isn’t something you think you can live with long term, neither of us would hold it against you if you walked away. This will only work if all three of us are on the same page.”

Riley looked from Liam then to Drake and smiled. “I’m so incredibly lucky to have two amazing men that love me...and that I love.”

She laughed as she saw them both visibly relax. Drake blew out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, as Liam’s face split into a wide grin.

“But where does that leave us?” Riley said, softly, “Where do we go from here?”

Liam’s stroked her arm gently, “That my love, is what you must tell us.”

Riley shook her head, her frustration evident. “How would this even work? It’s not like I can marry both of you.”

Liam smiled, “No, of course not. You and I would marry. You would become my Queen. Drake's role would be more of…” He cocked his head to the side as he pondered, “A mistress for a lack of a better term.”

Drake’s head jerked up quickly as he gave Liam a dark look. “I swear to God, if you ever call me that again, I’ll knock you the fuck out.”

Liam let out a deep throaty chuckle. “It's treason to strike the King, you know.”

“Totally worth it.”

Riley frowned. “So you would marry me...and see Drake on the side?”

Liam and Drake shared a look.

“If...that’s how you want it, yes.” Liam agreed slowly.

Riley considered that for a moment. “And if that’s not how I want it? What are my other options?”

“We could always...invite Drake into our marriage.”

Riley felt herself begin to tremble, whether it was nerves or excitement, she couldn’t be sure. “Meaning what, exactly?

“Meaning…” Liam stepped a little closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “That we’d bring him into out marriage bed. The three of us would be intimate, you and I, you and Drake, Drake and I, all three of us together, anything...everything.”

She looked up into his eyes. They’d darkened nearly to black with lust and she felt her body respond, heat pooling in her core and rushing like wildfire through her veins. She looked to Drake. He wore a similar look of hunger and she had to fight the nearly overwhelming urge to grab him by the hair and finally taste his luscious mouth.

She was flushed and flustered and incapable of rational thought. She looked from Liam then back to Drake and smiled. She loved and desired both of these beautiful, amazing men so much. She couldn’t imagine a life without them in it.

She didn’t want to.

“Yes. I think that would be...good.” She said breathlessly

Drake and Liam both grinned at her.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Liam said with a wide smile. He pulled Riley into his arms and kissed her tenderly. As he pulled away he glanced up at Drake. A look passed between them, that Riley couldn’t quite decipher.

“Sadly. I must take my leave of you.” A small smile curled at the corner of Liam’s mouth, “A monarch’s work is never done, I’m afraid.” He indicated his athletic attire, “And I’m not exactly dressed for the afternoon of cabinet meetings that I have ahead of me, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Of course.”

He smiled tenderly at Riley and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, but the look in his eyes nearly burned her. “I should have all of my obligations met by early this evening. Perhaps we can all dine together in my suite tonight.”

Riley's heart began to beat erratically. The three of them, alone...in Liam’s suite.

She swallowed her anxiety and nodded.

“Yes...um...that sounds nice.”

“Until tonight then.” Liam brought Riley’s hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. He straightened, winked at Drake and turned on his heel, heading back to the palace.

That left her and Drake alone together.

“Sooooo, ” She said awkwardly, “Do you want to go back or…”

“Matheson.” Drake said softly, turning her to face him, “I don’t want things to be weird or awkward between us, okay? I’m still me. We’re still us.”

Riley smiled and nodded. “I know. But you have to admit, it is an awkward situation. I mean, Liam just practically gave us permission to have sex.” Her laughter died in her throat when Drake moved closer. “Not practically.” he murmured as he reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, knocking the flower to the ground.

Her lips parted in anticipation of a kiss that never came.

“Not here.” He whispered huskily. “Anyone could see us.”

“But...I thought we had Liam’s permission.”

Drake chuckled and ran his finger across her cheek. “We may have his permission to touch in private, but that doesn’t extend to the public. We need to be very clear about that.”

At Riley’s confused expression, he sighed and continued. “What happens in the privacy of our rooms is one thing. But to the outside world, nothing has changed. Liam is in love with you, you are in love with Liam and I’m just Liam’s best friend who maintains a friendly if distant relationship with his intended. That’s how it has to be. How it will always be.”

Riley’s heart broke for Drake. How awful it must be to always have to hide your true feelings. She reached out to cup his cheek in her hand. Instinctively he closed his eyes and turned into it, placing a feather-light kiss against her palm.

“Isn’t it hard to have to pretend all the time?”

Drake shrugged. “ Not for Liam. It’s second nature for him. He’s King. He’s been trained since he was a child to always maintain appearances..” He moved away from her, and bent to pluck the flower from the ground, handing it back to her. “It’s harder for me. I don’t care what these people think of me. Even as a kid, I could feel their stares, their disapproval. They hated that the Prince’s best friend was a commoner. Now that I’m adult, their opinions mean less than nothing to me. The only people who matter to me are Liam and Savannah…”

He reached out to run his thumb softly across Riley’s bottom lip, “...and you.”

He shrugged again, “So I pretend.”

“I wish it didn’t have to be like that.”

“Yeah.” He said with a soft sigh, “Me too.”

Suddenly he took a step back and grasped her hand. “C’mon,”

Riley giggled as she let him lead her through the garden. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

They emerged from the garden path directly across from the entrance to the hedge maze.

Drake grinned and tugged her hand, urging her to follow him inside.

Laughing, they broke into a run as Drake led her on a dizzying journey of twists and turns until they reached a dead end deep in the heart of the maze.

Riley was completely turned around.

“Are we ever going to find our way back?.” she laughed breathlessly.

“I know this place like the back of my hand.” He said drawing her close, the heat from his body searing her skin, “It’s the best place in the whole Kingdom to go when you don’t want anyone to find you.”

He pressed her up against vine covered wall as his lips grazed her ear.

“No one can see anything…” he whispered, trailing a path of kisses across her jaw. “They can’t hear anything…” He ran his tongue slowly, tantalizingly down her neck to her collarbone. “It’s just you and me now.”

Riley moaned, grabbing fistfuls of hair as his mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding. She kissed him back desperately, leaning into his touch as she gave into months of pent up longing. She clung to him, bringing her leg up to hook over his hip as he ground his rock hard cock against her.

Abruptly, Drake took a step back, his breathing ragged as he tried to get himself under control. Riley bit her bottom lip and met his burning gaze unwaveringly.

“You’re just too fucking much.” He whispered reverently.

His eyes locked onto Riley’s as he reached down to pull her sweater over her head.

He slid his gaze down to her lacy, black bra. It was sexy, but it had to go.

With a quick flick of his wrist, it joined her sweater on the ground.

Drake cupped her breasts and teased the nipples with his thumbs, smiling as they hardened instantly. He bent his head to taste them, rolling the hard buds with his tongue.

Riley moaned as his rough stubble grazed against her sensitive flesh and laced her fingers through his hair, holding him to her tightly.

Desperate to feel him skin to skin, Riley slid her hands down to his chest, and began to tug at his shirt, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. Drake got the message loud and clear and yanked it over his head, tossing it into the grass below. She let out a tiny gasp when she got the full impact of his half naked body. She ran her hands slowly over his sculpted pecs, across his broad shoulders and down his powerful arms. She let her hand drift down to his washboard abs, stopping when she got to that sexy V that disappeared into the band of his jeans.

Drake studied her face as she studied his body.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a sexy smirk.

She sure as Hell did. There was no end to the hotness that was Drake Walker.

‘Maybe.” She tilted her chin up, “Do you?”

‘Fuck yeah.” He growled as his mouth closed on hers greedily. He pressed her back against the wall, his hands stroking her body until she was breathless. She felt his fingers glide over her hip and let out a gasp when they came to rest between her legs.

Her heart pounded so loudly, she was sure he could hear it.

This was really happening.

“Mmmmmm.” Drake murmured against her ear as he stroked her through the thin fabric of her leggings. Each brush of his fingertips sent waves of pleasure rushing through her.

He slipped his hand down the front of her pants, stroking his fingers back and forth across the hot, liquid center of her.

“Jesus Riley, you’re so wet for me.” he rasped into her ear.

She moaned and arched against his hand as his words caused the throbbing between her legs to intensify.

Drake tangled one hand in her hair and pulled her head back, sucking gently on her neck as he slid her leggings down over her hips.

He took a step back to catch his breath, and to take a moment to drink her in. She was breathing heavily, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes hooded with desire, and her pussy...he bit his bottom lip as he gazed at it...was slick and glistening, begging to be tasted.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and heard her suck in her breath in anticipation.

Looking up at her, he leaned forward and slowly, deliberately trailed his tongue over her slit.

Riley watched him intently, her heart racing, as he licked her.

Still staring into her eyes, he ran the tip of his tongue across her clit. Riley’s hips jerked in response.

“Stop teasing.” She whimpered

Drake groaned and drove his mouth against her clit, sucking on it, flicking his tongue back and forth, licking her top to bottom before finally burying his tongue deeply inside of her. She tasted like heaven. His cock was throbbing insistently, but in that moment nothing mattered but giving Riley pleasure. Still teasing her clit, he slid two fingers into her tight wetness and curled them upwards, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before he felt a gush of liquid against his tongue and dove in deeper, lapping up every drop.

“Oh God” She moaned, digging her fingernails into his shoulder.

Drake stood suddenly and pulled her to him, his mouth devouring hers in a crushing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and it sent an erotic charge through her.

“I need my cock inside you right now.” He growled.

“Yes.” She moaned, “Hurry.”

He reached for the waistband of his nylon soccer shorts and yanked them and his boxer briefs to his ankles, kicking them away quickly.. Then in one swift movement he grabbed her around the waist and lifted. Instinctively, Riley wrapped her legs around him as Drake plunged deeply into her warm, waiting body.

She cried out and arched her back. “Oh God...Drake!”

Drake held still for a just a moment, letting her get used to the feel of him before he began pounding into her over and over, his breath coming in short gasps as his mind let go and his body took over. God, he’d dreamed about this for so long. She felt every bit as good wrapped around his dick as he knew she would.

He fucked her hard and fast, bringing them both to the edge almost immediately as the sounds of their moans and grunts filled the air.

“Riley.” He groaned. “So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips.

Beneath him, Riley shuddered as his cock hit that spot deep inside her over and over until she couldn’t form a single coherent thought. “Yes...Drake...harder. Yes…yesssssss.”

She was so close. She felt a scream bubbling up in her throat and tried to hold it back, but it burst from her lips as her orgasm hit her. It was so fast and intense that she was powerless against it. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as Drake pumped into her, never slowing down. It went on and on. She’d barely recovered from her first orgasm before he sent her spiraling toward another one. The pleasure/pain filled her and she nearly begged him to stop when it became almost too much to stand. Her legs trembled and her body quivered as she spun out of control.

Drake knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. She was so tight, so wet, so unbelievably perfect. He was lost in her. Thrusting faster, Drake braced one arm and his forehead against the wall, fighting to stay in control. He burned with the need for release, but he refused until Riley found her satisfaction one more time. He bit down hard on his bottom lip and drove into her harder and deeper until he felt her pussy clamp down on him again. Her body shuddered underneath him and she cried out.

That was all he needed.

He pulled out quickly and gave his cock two quick, hard pumps before exploding into the ivy behind them. Sweaty and breathing heavily he turned back to Riley and rested his forehead against hers, his chest heaving with the exertion.

Riley stroked his hair, kissing the side of his face, his forehead and finally his mouth.

“That was incredible.” She whispered.

“You’re incredible.” He whispered against her lips.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know. Pull out.”

Drake lifted his head, and kissed her cheeks, her nose, finally her mouth. “Yes I did. Can never be too careful.”

“But I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

Drake’s expression turned very serious. “It’s not fine Riley. You’re going to be Queen. We can’t take any chances. I can’t ever come inside you.”

“Not ever?”

He shook his head. “Not ever,” He repeated with a trace of sadness.

She pulled back from him, studying his face. “But don’t you want kids someday?”

Drake shrugged. “I don’t really think about it much I guess.”

“But someday?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But while we’re together...you, me and Liam, you’ll never be able to have children, will you?”

He shook his head slowly. “Don’t worry about it now baby. We’ll worry about it when and if that day comes. Right now, this...the three of us... is more than I ever hoped for.”

Drake slid his shorts back on and sunk down to the grass, leaning back against the wall with a contented sigh. Riley pulled her sweater back over her head and searched for her panties.

“I think that's them there.” Drake pointed to a scrap of pink lace dangling from the Ivy.

Rile flushed and snatched them down. She stepped into them and collapsed next to Drake, laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close as his lips slid lazily over hers.

“This is nice.” She murmured

“Mmn hmn” He hummed against her neck.

“Drake…”

“Mnnnn?”

“So this thing with you and Liam...?”

She heard Drake's laughter rumble through his chest. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

“What?”

“The whole, are you gay, are you Bi discussion.”

Riley laughed, “Am I that predictable?”

“No,” he said, tightening his arm around her, “Human nature is that predictable.”

She laid her head on his chest, waiting. Just when she’d decided he wasn’t going to answer her question she felt his chest heave as he inhaled deeply.

“Until the summer I turned seventeen I would’ve told you that I was strictly and without question into girls and girls only. I was actually a little girl-crazy, actually. When we were, I dunno...twelve maybe, Liam and I found a stash of Leo’s girlie magazines and I spent an obscene amount of time jacking off to them for years afterwards. I’d never had any sort of thought or feeling for another guy until the summer we spent in Lythikos at Olivia's house. She must’ve seen something that we didn’t because she dared us to kiss...and once we did…”

He shook his head. “I freaked out. I took off and went to college in the states. I may never have come back to Cordonia if it wasn’t for the assassination attempt.”

“Right.” She whispered, “They tried to kill Liam.”

Drake nodded. “Leo came to see me at school. He told me what happened. Told me Liam was really fucked up over it. Panic attacks, not sleeping...PTSD level shit. He told me he needed me...and I didn’t even hesitate.”

He looked down into Riley’s eyes, his face shadowed with pain as he remembered. “I didn’t even need Leo to tell me to come home. The second I realized I could’ve lost Liam forever I’d already made up my mind to go back.”

Riley reached up and stroked his face, easing the worry lines with her fingertips. “I can’t even imagine how worried you must’ve been for him.”

Drake nodded. “Yeah, but I wasn’t just worried for him. I was worried for me too. I knew if I went back to Cordonia, I’d never leave. I also knew I was going to have to face how I felt about Liam, and a part of me...a really big part of me, just wasn’t ready for that.”

“But you went anyway.”

“I did.” He said with a sad smile, “But I didn’t exactly face anything. Instead I decided the best way to deal with this attraction I felt , was to have as much sex, with as many different girls as I could. I set out to prove to myself...and to Liam that our kiss meant nothing. It was an anomaly. A stupid, drunken mistake.”

“And what did Liam do?”

Drake smiled. “Liam did what Liam always does. He let me come figure it out. He waited. He watched. He was infinitely patient and understanding.”

“That does sound like him.”

“Then finally one night, I was tired of fighting it. I gave in and kissed him. I’d been home almost two years at that point.”

He looked down at her, “He’s the reason I came home. He’s the reason I stay. Liam is my home.”

Riley sucked in her breath. Drake was talking about a kind of love she only dreamed of. Soulmates.

Riley felt a seed of anxiety begin to burn in her brain and her gut. They were so close. They may have invited her into their beds, but was there room for her in their hearts?

Drake sighed and leaned his head back against the wall, a small smile playing across his lips. He pulled her down so her head was resting against his bare chest as he stroked her hair. She listened to the steady thumping of his heart and tried to let it sooth the uncertainty.

“This is what we’ve been missing.” Drake slid his finger under Riley’s chin and tilted her face up so she was gazing into his eyes. “It was you.”

He leaned down to press his lips softly to hers. “You’re the missing puzzle piece, Matheson.” Now we’re complete.”

#choices trr #choices the royal romance #Drake x Liam #Driam #Deb-1106 writes

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rileytakeda · 1 year ago

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Damn it all. If it had been literally anyone other than Emilio Carrasco, Riley would probably be walking out of the room with her client as a free man by now. Younger detectives usually got tongue tied when she pulled out the self-defense card, but the Deputy Chief is too sharp for that. She tries not to resent him for simply doing his job but she doesn't understand how he can't see how he's simply propping up a corrupt system. He can follow the rules all he wants, but it means nothing when the rules are rotten to their core, and enforcement of them is fickle.

"And again, Mr. Hoff is sorry for the injuries sustained by Mr. Brighton while he was defending himself. It was dark, and as we've already conceded, this was private property that Mr. Hoff didn't anticipate would be occupied. And I would hope that Mr. Brighton will also face charges of criminal trespass just the same as he shouldn't have been there either."

It feels... unpleasant to throw this other nameless man under the bus, but this has always been Riley's job as a public defender. It's not to defend the guilty, but to make sure that even the guilty receive the same due process and rights that everyone else is entitled to under the Constitution of this country. If Carrasco were to throw the book at her client and look the other way for this one, it would be just another example of the system being fucked. In an ideal world, neither man would be charged with anything simply for trying to look for safe space to sleep in the dead of winter.

But they're not in that world, and her client has caught the eye of one of the most powerful men in the police force, which doesn't make them optimistic for these odds.

Her client yanks on her sleeve and she leans in once more, just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes, because that is apparently unprofessional. She really needed everyone in the world to understand that you should never talk to the police directly. Even the police shouldn't talk to the police directly. "Mr. Hoff understands his mistakes, and while not an admission of guilt, he is asking you to please consider the circumstances. He has a son and he doesn't want to miss any more of his life."

As soon as Riley utters the words self-defense, the case immediately gets twisted into something larger. God, he hates her for it. They've played this verbal tennis before. Neither of them like to concede a point. And now, the story has a life of its own.

Emilio glances at the suspect; the guilty one. Detained at the scene, for Christ's sake Tadeka. Money has power, Carrasco knows, but often, he is reminded that it speaks; whispers promises in the ears of those with an exposed, susceptible moral compass. Riley Takeda, god, he wants to shake the woman to her senses.

Repeat. Offender. A. Criminal.

"The victim was not armed," It's deadpan. Because it's simply formality now. He could predict the route of this conversation. Knows the counter Takeda will come back with, and he will forever be plucking at straws. The law is restricted; rigid, and public defenders are creative bullshitters way too full of it. "Mr. Hoff broke into private property," he pauses, leans back into his chair — reminding them of the first illegal instance, "and then proceeded to assault Mr. Brighton, not once, but three times." Emilio attempts not to laugh — the audacity of Takeda. "—you mean to tell me that an unarmed assailant was able to get the better of Mr. Hoff here, for him to have no other choice than to leave the victim with extensive blunt force trauma wounds?"

Eyes fly to the suspect's attempt to speak, eager to hear his plea.

Riley's faster. And whispers on the other side of the table only fuel Carrasco's displeasure of this situation. The formality of an apology falls far too short for the deputy. A credible threat.

The threat here is Riley Takeda fighting to put a violent man back on the streets.

"Your client," suspect; guilty. "committed two serious crimes — there were channels, and help available to Mr. Hoff, if he required assistance for the night." Emilio isn't heartless, but, often, ruthlessness looks very similar. In the eye of the law; everyone outside of it, perceived it as harsh. People like Takeda, made people like Carrasco, the city's villains. "He made a conscious decision, to break into the warehouse, and assault Mr. Brighton." Emilio's thumb is pressing against the corner of the table; thoughtless. It stops him from the urge to slam it down in a rookie's impatience.

His gaze sharpens at her remark — flipping the script, indeed. As ever, painfully her. It's Emilio's turn to slip out of the professional formalities: "Mr. Brighton suffered extensive injuries, Ms. Takeda. It is not your job to decide what is worth convicting a man of." It's not his either, but the judge's. But it is his job to present to the court; correct information included. "Regardless of my heart, I cannot change the law." Nor, a victim's right, and desire to press charges. He looks between the two of them: "If Mr. Hoff, has — once again — got anything else to add, that may be beneficial to him on this case, this is his last opportunity."

#emilio carrasco.#emiliocarrasco #sorry both for the wait and for everything riley chooses to be

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flowerpowelltales · 3 years ago

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Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART TWENTY ONE - FINALE + EPILOGUE

A/N: don’t touch me, i’m not okay 😭😭😭 i’m going to miss my babies! please read till the end!

Drake ate in silence and Riley waited. He surely needed to address his storming out and then being MIA for almost a whole day, right?

When he was finished and still made no attempt to say anything, Riley sighed and began collecting empty plates. Just as she reached for his mug, he grabbed her arm and made her look at him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I should be asking you the same thing, actually.” He rubbed his temple with his other, free, hand. “I left without saying anything but Leona hurt you too. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It was a lot to take in. And she’s your family.”

“She should be yours too.” Drake let go of her arm and clenched both of his fists. “I needed time to think. It’s not easy… I mean, Leona was like a second mother to me. And then like a mother and a father, when mine died. It’s hard to see her becoming… this.”

“It’s okay Drake, you don’t owe me any explanation.”

“I do. You're my wife, you were directly affected. It felt like I’m losing someone all over again. First dad. Then my mom, to depression. I only half-have her now anyway. Then Savannah ran away. She came back but she has her family now. Then you… And now Leona. I don’t want to have her in my life if she treats you like this but it’s not easy for me.”

“You don’t have to cross her out of your life, Drake. She’s still your family,” Riley said softly, rubbing his back gently.

“So are you, Riley. And if she doesn’t want to accept you, I’m sorry. I will always choose you anyway.” He looked at her so affectionately she thought she’d cry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t choose you when I ran away. I promise I will always choose you, too. Always, Drake. You are my family. My whole world.” She was crying and Drake stood up and pulled her into his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay.”

“I’m so– so– sorry,” she said through sobs.

“I forgave you, a long time ago. Please, forgive yourself, too,” he whispered and kissed her forehead.

They stayed like that, embracing and gently swaying to the music of their hearts, for a few minutes before Riley remembered something.

“Drake!”

“Hmh?”

“I forgot to tell you something! I– When Leona said those things about me, about the dog being still in the U.S., me having a job in New York, I–I do have my dog with Ellen, true, but only because she really likes him and wants to have someone around. And about the job…”

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” he repeated what she said just minutes before.

“I do. You’re my husband and you need to know. I declined the job in New York. Long time ago but it doesn’t matter. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I… I found a job, actually.”

“You did?” He pulled back a little to look her in the eyes.

“I had a crazy idea… I talked to Hana and… Hana and I are starting our own pastry shop! We found a place, talked to lawyers and owners and everything so it’s all legit and we have the green light! I mean, now that we’re no longer nobility we need to support ourselves and since I wanted to become a baker when I was younger I thought that was a great chance and Hana is an amazing baker so it could actually work and I know I never really asked you about your permission and maybe you had other plans and now I feel very stupid but I don’t want you to think I was hiding anything because–”

“Riley, hey, relax. Take a breath. Pastry shop, huh?”

“Yeah. Are you mad?” She asked.

“Mad? That my wife is fulfilling her childhood dream? That she starts a career of her own? That I’ll probably have lots of yummy things for free? Are you mad?”

Riley laughed, relief spreading through her body. “You can have anything you want. You’ll always be our most treasured customer.”

Drake smiled and leaned to kiss her. She melted into him, finally feeling like they were back together for good. Like they found back their missing piece and now they could be whole again. The familiarity of them overwhelmed her.

“Drake…” she moaned in between the kisses. “I…. have the best… idea… mmm.”

“What? Are we going to have dessert now?” He asked and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes slightly.

“No, but maybe later.” This time she pulled away. “I thought we could celebrate? If you’re up for this?”

“Mhmm, of course we can. Come here.”

“Not like this,” she laughed. “Okay maybe that too. I thought with Maxwell, Hana, Liv, Liam and the rest of ours.”

Drake opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking only the two of us…”

“And I was thinking something like renewing our vows? A small ceremony? Since our wedding was a big one? Now that we’re no longer–”

“Nobility, I know. I actually think this is a nice idea.”

“Right? A second chance wedding!” She babbled on and Drake chuckled.

“Okay, okay. I get it. You can plan it if you want but now about that dessert you mentioned earlier…”

Riley burst out laughing. “So needy!”

But she didn’t protest any further and definitely not when Drake was showing off his ‘dessert’ skills.

~~~~

The ceremony was just like Drake and Riley wanted. Small. Intimate. Romantic. Cozy. Only their closest friends were invited, Ellen came and brought Lasse with her while Bianca declined saying she wasn’t feeling too well. Leona, for obvious reasons, was banned from coming. Drake protested wholeheartedly against inviting Olivia but Riley couldn’t imagine that day without her. After all, it was Liv that helped them get back together. Even if unintentionally.

The vows were renewed, Drake and Riley kissed as a husband and wife and they moved to the Valtoria gardens where the party began. Even though she wasn’t a Duchess anymore, she really liked the gardens of her duchy and Liam helped her organize the ceremony there.

After a few hours of dancing, eating and talking, Riley stood with Drake and watched Savannah and Bertrand running after Bartie, who was trying to mimic Maxwell’s crazy dance moves.

“How does he have so much energy? I’m beat!” Riley exclaimed, rubbing her back.

“He’s still a kid.”

“No, not Bartie. Maxwell!”

“Well... Technically it applies to Max, too. Want a drink?”

“Oh yes, I think I could use a drink.”

“I’ll get it for you,” Drake said and Riley nodded. She was looking at him with a big smile on her face, until he disappeared. She turned around and noticed she wasn’t the only person following him with her eyes.

The woman was definitely not invited; at least Riley didn’t invite her. Silky blond hair, beautiful smile and a bump. When the woman turned to look at Riley and their eyes met, Riley swallowed hard.

Mary-Anne was even prettier in person.

Her face lit up and started making her way towards Riley. When she finally reached her, she extended her hand.

“Hi, Riley!” Even her voice was attractive. Riley plastered a smile and shook Mary-Anne’s hand. How could she even compare to Drake’s ex?

“Hello.”

“I’m Mary-Anne, Drake’s friend from Texas by the way! You were probably wondering who’s that strange person bothering you,” she laughed and Riley fake-chuckled.

“Yeah, well, it’s a private party so I was a bit surprised. Drake invited you, I suppose?” She asked.

“Erm... Not really. Savannah did mention you were renewing your vows and since I couldn’t come to your wedding when Drake invited me I thought I’d come to this party. I--I’m sorry if it was a bad idea,” she added when she saw Riley pale. “I came to apologize, actually.”

“Really? What for?” Now Riley was interested.

“I... Um... Found out what Leona said about me to you. Sav called and asked if the baby’s Drake’s. Apparently that’s what Leona kept telling you. It’s not, by the way. The baby, I mean. It’s not Drake’s. It could never be.”

“Thanks... I mean, I knew it, Drake told me but thanks.”

“I felt really bad and I figured calling would be not enough so here I am. Listen, I’m sorry about Leona. She’s like that. She’s always had this vision of me and Drake married with ten kids on their family Ranch. We even tried to date to please her but we’ve always been more like siblings than lovers. And I love Leona.”

“Leona is lovable?” Riley raised a brow and Mary-Anne chuckled.

“Yes, well, I love her. She’s the only mother I ever had. I have four older brothers and a clueless father. He had no idea how to raise a daughter. When I got my first period and stained my jeans he thought I was dying. It was Leona who taught me about those things. I know she loves me and I guess that’s why she wanted me and Drake to work out. But it’s not going to. Besides, he’s so happy with you! When you left him and he was super upset, he got drunk and I found him in a bar. You know what he did? He showed me every single photo of you on his phone and described when it was taken, where and why in so much detail I was afraid we were going to spend a week in that bar. I’ve never seen him so in love. It’s a good look on him. I’m happy you’re back together.”

“Wow, I... I don’t know what to say. Thank you for telling me, that... does make me understand Leona a bit better. But I still don’t like her,” Riley added.

“And I’m here to change your mind. I’d be mad at her too if she did this to me.” Mary-Anne shrugged.

“And the father of your baby? Leona doesn’t like him?”

“It was a mistake. My mistake. I was sad and lonely and it was a one time thing with a guy I met in a bar. I don’t even know his name but it doesn’t matter. I was actually kind of happy I got pregnant. My father never cared too much about me, my brothers have their own life and I thought I might finally have someone in my life. It was like my lil miracle. My bestie. My family.” She cradled her bump affectionately. “It’s the two of us against the world.”

“You know what?” Riley asked her suddenly, a brilliant (in her opinion) idea coming to her. “I’m so glad you came! Let me introduce you to my friends,” she said and watched Mary-Anne’s face light up. Riley took her arm and led her in the direction of Liam and Maxwell. To be fair, she only wanted to introduce her to Liam in hopes something could happen between those two but Maxwell being there too was for the best. She wouldn’t want to be too obvious.

Apparently she was too obvious though because when she turned to go back to her place, smirking, Drake was already standing there, watching her, his eyebrow raised. He handed her the drink when she reached him.

“What are you trying to do?” He asked.

“Umm... Your friend came and I thought she was lonely so I introduced her to our friends.”

“Really? Just that?”

“Err... What else do you want me to say?”

“Riley, I’m not stupid. Are you trying to play a matchmaker? Because let me remind you, we needed therapy to work out.”

“That’s because you didn’t even know my matchmaking plan! I actually asked Liam to give us a month to work things out between us, it’s not really a legit--” she paused realizing she was about to confess to a lie.

“I actually do know it was your plan, believe it or not.”

“What?” She asked. “How? When? Why?”

“From the moment the two of you announced it. I’m not stupid and I can think. There has never been a rule like this and will never be. Not within the Cordonian mentality.”

“And... You just went with it?”

Drake shrugged. “I was mad at you. But I did have a bit of hope that maybe it would help us. So I didn’t say anything.”

“Drake Walker! I swear you always find a way to surprise me.”

Drake smiled and pulled her towards him. “I hope I’ll never stop surprising you.”

“Mhmm,” she murmured as he kissed her cheek. “I might have to start thinking of ways to surprise you, too.”

Drake froze and pulled back. He looked at her intently for a few seconds before cracking a smile. “Maybe not. I think I had enough of your surprises in this lifetime.”

~~~~

EPILOGUE - ONE YEAR LATER

“One more!” Maxwell yelled from his seat and pointed to an empty plate.

“That would be your tenth!” Hana yelled back and Riley stifled a chuckle. She kept making coffee until she felt a pair of arms encircling her waist.

“Eek!”

“Hello, I missed you,” Drake's voice was muffled as he buried his face in Riley’s neck.

“I missed you, too. Three days feel like three years without you,” she admitted. Drake kissed her and nodded towards coffee.

“Got one more for your beloved husband?”

“Always. And I also put away an orange and bourbon flavored cupcake for you. Since Maxwell eats most of our supply.”

Drake laughed and the whole shop seemed to be positively vibrating with him in it. He sat down on a chair closest to the counter, ignoring Maxwell patting an empty chair beside him.

Riley brewed Drake’s coffee (black, no cream, no sugar) and retrieved the cupcake, pretending she didn’t hear Maxwell’s gasp. She looked at her shop, her and Hana’s pastry shop and smiled. A lot of energy and effort went into their little venture but it was worth it. Hana and Riley were great partners and worked perfectly together. Riley learned a lot from Hana and Hana from Riley. Their business was flourishing, although it was to some extent thanks to Maxwell - he came every single day and ate at least seven pastries. How he kept in shape - that was the greatest mystery.

Drake also worked - he was a full time photographer now and even though he mainly took photos of different events in Corodnia, sometimes he had to go to other countries. If the job was longer than a week he took Riley with him - they didn’t want to be far from each other for too long. In between the jobs he also taught a photography course at the University of Cordonia and was considering switching to full time teaching and doing photography on the side. He felt he wanted to be home more often.

Her and Drake were also better than ever. They kept on going to therapy and worked through every single little thing together. Not only were they closer than before but also their marriage was stronger.

There were also other changes in Cordonia. Mary-Anne and Liam were raising her almost one-year old daughter together (to Cordonian citizens’ outrage) and planning their wedding (to Cordonian citizens’ joy). Mary-Anne finally found a community that cared about her, although it wasn’t the easiest for Leona, who felt like she lost two children.

As far as Leona was concerned, she reached out to Drake a few weeks prior, full of remorse. Drake didn't even want to listen to her but Riley insisted they work things out. They started talking, little by little. It still wasn’t a relationship Drake or Leona wanted but they were trying.

And there was one last change. A change that no one but Riley knew about. She smiled at Drake blowing her a kiss while finishing his cupcake. She would tell him soon. She only just found out herself, but her little, approximately six-week old secret, still nestled safely in her womb, was ready to be shared with her husband.

And she was sure it was going to be a whole different adventure.

THE END.

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therealvinelle · 4 years ago

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do you have any thoughts on bree tanner?

On Bree Tanner herself, not so much. I did read her book, and from my recollection (I lent it to a friend who never gave it back. And I’m pretty sure she didn’t even read it(!)) Bree is pretty much what she’s presented as.

She’s not stupid, but she’s not particularly intelligent either, she’s nice, but not a saint. She has been a vampire for only a few months, but she has already lost her empathy for humans. She’s an introvert who cares deeply for her friend Fred and crush Diego. She was never inclined to fight anybody, and spent the newborn battle just sort of mingling in quiet terror.

She’s a sweet person I’m sure would have made a pleasant addition to the Cullen coven, but ultimately she’s not remarkable.

When it comes to Diego, her supposed mate... hm. For those who didn’t read the book, Riley told the newborns they had to stay in the shadows or they’d burn in the sun. Bree gets a huge crush on one of the other newborns, and they find out vampires actually sparkle. This changes everything! Diego goes to tell Riley about the sparkling. Diego goes to live on a farm after that. No, really, that’s pretty much what Riley tells everybody. Diego is fine, he’s on a very special assignment, next question. Bree eventually figures out that Diego is dead, and her grief combined with a lot of other factors lead to her concluding life is miserable. She dies thinking “Oh well, guess I had a good run.”

Not unsurprisingly, I not only don’t believe in mates, but I also don’t think Diego was anything close to it for Bree either. They were close friends, Bree found out he was dead, and had no time to process it. More, vampires feel very strongly, and this was the only truly emotional event to befall Bree. It knocked her out completely. So, that she then decides she doesn’t mind dying because there’s no point living in a world without Diego seems to me to be a reaction born of her being young (both for a vampire and a human), emotionally inexperienced, and having been hit by this news less than an hour earlier. Had she lived, she would have been just fine.

So, those are my thoughts on Bree Tanner as a person.

Bree Tanner's impact is a different matter.

I think her death was one of the catalysts for the plot of Breaking Dawn.

The vampires in Seattle all died, Victoria included. There were no one left who knew Bree, and her life would have been a moment lost in time, like tears in the rain (Sorry, couldn’t resist).

But there were the Cullens. More specifically, Carlisle.

Carlisle had spent his formative years in Volterra, and parted with Aro in friendly terms. He remained fond of Aro, and continued to think highly of him. He and Aro would have spoken of the Volturi, of the Volturi mission, of how such a law is enforced, and it is prudent to also assume that Carlisle would have witnessed at least a few trials. He came away from all that thinking of the Volturi as strict, but fair rulers.

Jasper, by comparison (I’m bringing him in because I think he’s more representative of how your average vampire who hasn’t been Aro’s boytoy for decades would view the Volturi), shivers in fright at the mere thought of the Volturi. To him they were executioners. But, again, fair. You break the law, and the Volturi descend upon you like God of the Old Testament.

Then cut to Eclipse, Victoria’s got a newborn army wreaking havoc in Seattle, attracting a lot of attention in a developed country in a time of globalized news. They’re on CNN daily. They might as well write “Fuck the Volturi” in the sky.

And the Volturi do nothing.

Now why, Carlisle and his family wonders, would they do such a thing?

Edward has all the answers, of course - that Aro is choosing not to intervene because he doesn’t like how large and powerful Carlisle’s coven has gotten, and Victoria’s newborn army will take care of that for him. Edward also goes on about how Aro desperately wants him and Alice by his side, which does prompt an “... you sure about that?” from Carlisle, but ultimately Aro’s inaction on the subject speaks for itself and Carlisle can’t make any excuses for it.

Regardless of Aro’s motives, that the Volturi would not be coming to enforce their own law became very clear. As a result of their inaction, Carlisle was forced to betray several of his own principles. He had to ask Jasper to teach the family how to kill others, he had to accept the aid of teenagers who could very well get themselves killed, he had to put his beloved family at risk, and he had to kill other vampires.

Aro’s inaction put him through hell and could have gotten his family killed. Would have, if it weren’t for the wolves.

Jane then decides to make her entrance right after the battle ended, while the fire is still going. The timing could not be more clear: the Volturi were waiting it out, letting the Cullens be culled.

We then get to Bree, who was an innocent in all the ways that counted, and not at risk of repeat offenses. Jane executes her anyway. Not just that, she makes sure to torture Bree, twice, entirely gratuitously:

“She’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Edward said through his teeth. “You don’t have to do that.”

Jane looked up, sudden humor in her usually dead eyes. “Oh, I know,” she said to Edward, grinning at him before she turned back to the young vampire, Bree. (Eclipse, page 333)

Even if the execution can be justified, the torture cannot. Jane abuses her power because she can, and there’s nothing the Cullens can do about it.

Then you have the fact that Bree had overheard a conversation between Jane and Victoria in which Jane gave Victoria explicit permission to take out the Cullens on the Volturi’s behalf. Bree replays this for Edward to hear before she dies, validating every paranoia he ever had about the Volturi. Just because he didn’t tell Bella, doesn’t mean he didn’t tell his family. He certainly would have told Carlisle and Alice.

Over the course of Eclipse, Carlisle sees the Volturi neglect to enforce their own law because culling his coven is a higher priority to them, torture and execute a mostly innocent vampire, and then he finds out that they made a deal with Victoria.

Not only would he be massively disillusioned by the Volturi, but by Aro himself. The man he met in Volterra was a lover of the arts and the academics and spoke of justice among vampires, and then Carlisle gets to experience first hand just what kind of justice this is. Aro was not the person he thought he was, and their old friendship doesn’t count for much either.

Look then to Breaking Dawn, where Carlisle has a vampiric child, but not an immortal one. Like Bree, he is innocent in all the ways that counted. This did not help Bree, and given the events of Eclipse (and remember only six months have passed), it won’t help him either. The Volturi have made it clear that they want to take out his coven, and whether or not the Cullens are actually innocent won’t matter.

The only way he can hope to slow them down, to force some kind accountability upon the Volturi (an accountability that might have preserved Bree’s life: she died because Jane had none), is to have there be witnesses to their trial.

And we get the clusterfuck called Breaking Dawn (or as I like to call it, Aro and Carlisle Break Up).

Relevant meta.

Edit 16th of April: Aro’s side of things

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miyagihawk · 4 years ago

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it's not an ask, but i don't know if i can send it on your chat, so... i saw your post about a song and a character from cobra kai and automatically thought of sk8r boi (avril lavigne) and robby 😩😩😩 have a nice day and don't forget to drink water 💞

THANK U FOR THE REQUEST i love this song sm

sk8r boi | robby keene x reader

warnings: swearing, some catcalling

summary: he was a skater boy! she said see you later boy! he wasn’t good enough for her! (hehe)

“Come on Riley, Mom wants us home by 6 and we still have to get stuff from the store,” you crossed your arms, annoyed at your brother. He ignored you, dipping down, wheels first, into the concrete bowl.

You shifted on your feet, feeling uncomfortable standing at the skate park with your ballet attire still on. You’ve just come back from rehearsal, and you had to pick up Riley because Mom was working a late shift.

“Shit Riley, I didn’t know your sister was hot. Qué pasa ballerina?” one of his friends winked at you, making you roll your eyes in disgust.

“Hey, do a little twirl for us princess,” another boy whistled and you glared at the group.

Pigs. Boys are pigs.

“Riley, let’s go,” you said firmly, turning away and heading to your car, leaving him with no choice but to follow if he didn’t want to walk home.

Your brother’s friend group of skaters hollered and whooped as Riley caught up to you, and you had to focus on your breathing to calm your anger. You hate being made fun of, but you reminded yourself that they were just a bunch of stupid, hormonal, punks.

“Your friends are assholes,” you commented, and your brother only nodded in agreement.

“Hey,” a voice called from behind you, but you kept walking, assuming that it was just another guy trying to poke fun at you.

“Hey, wait,” the person said again, this time grabbing your arm to stop you.

You turned around quickly, pulling away from their grip. “What?” you snapped, meeting a pair of calm green eyes.

It was one of Riley’s friends, the one with long hair. You don’t remember him saying anything to you earlier; he seemed to be quiet.

“I just wanted to say sorry. About them. They don’t know how to talk to girls, I promise they’re not that bad,” he said, holding his skateboard at his side. His genuineness surprised you.

“So you do?”

He gave you a confused look, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Know how to talk to girls,” you clarified and he chuckled.

“I know a thing or two. I’m Robby,” the boy stuck out his hand for you to take.

“Wow you’re good,” you joked. “I’m Y/N,” you took his rough hand in your soft one.

After that day at the skatepark, you couldn’t stop thinking about Robby.

You don’t know what it was about him. Maybe it was his glittery eyes. Or his pretty hair. Or the way he smiled with his whole face. Or maybe it was how he talked in a way that told you he was smarter than most people.

Maybe it was all of those things that made you daydream like a schoolgirl with a crush. And all you wanted to do was see him again.

“Jenny doesn’t even deserve the variation, I mean we all saw what happened last time. She almost fell off stage! Anyone but her should have it,” your friend Abby ranted, sipping on her milkshake.

It was after rehearsal and your friend group decided to go to a diner to get food.

“It’s clearly favoritism. She could do the whole routine wrong and Ms. Adams would still choose her. I think Jenny’s parents are definitely bribing her,” your other friend Vanessa added to the gossip.

The whole time, you were half listening to the conversation and half thinking about a certain skater boy. You couldn’t even control it; your thoughts always somehow drifted to him.

“Oh my god. Skaters,” Abby whispered, making you snap out of your daydream. You looked up to see a pack of boys coming into the restaurant, holding their boards at their hips.

Among them was your little brother and your heart raced as you recognized all of them.

It was like your overflow of thoughts about him had somehow materialized right in front of you. Robby.

Your hands started to sweat and you contemplated if you should hide or say hello, or just act like you didn’t see him.

You decided to go for the latter, and you slumped down in your seat to make yourself less noticeable.

“God, look at them. Skater boys are the scum of the earth,” Abby uttered, making a face of distaste.

“I would never date one. Even that’s below me,” Vanessa scoffed in reply.

You felt your cheeks heat up at their remarks, now feeling ashamed for your growing feelings for the very thing they were so disgusted at.

“Same,” you replied, despite feeling conflict in your heart. You looked over Vanessa’s shoulder to see him laughing with his group, and his happiness made your heart warm.

Before you could look away, his eyes met yours. You cursed internally at your ruined plans of trying to ignore him, but the damage was done. You shot him a small smile and a nod before returning your gaze back to your friends.

It took everything in you to not look at him again, especially with the feeling of his stare on you.

“Holy shit. One of them’s coming over,” Abby said in a hushed tone, your stomach dropping at her words.

You looked up to see Robby heading over to your table as you panicked on the inside.

“Hey Y/N,” he said as he approached, and you looked back at his table to see his friends watching.

“Robby! Hi!” you greeted nervously. “Uh, these are my friends. Abby and Vanessa. Girls, this is Robby,” you introduced them.

“Nice to meet you,” he nodded at them, and they waved. Their smiles were definitely fake, and you could tell how hard they were judging the boy in front of you.

“So, um, do you guys come here a lot?” you tried to make conversation, but the air was too awkward to be saved.

“Not really, our usual place was closed so we came here,” Robby explained, glaring at his friends who were starting to boisterously taunt. “I should go. Sorry about them. Again. Just wanted to say hey.”

“All good,” you laughed. “See you.”

As he walked back to his table your friends turned to you, mouths agape.

“You know him?! What was that?” Abby inquired, giving you a look of disbelief.

“He’s... he’s just my brother’s friend,” you shrugged, trying to play it off.

“Just your brother’s friend. He totally had heart eyes for you Y/N!” Vanessa nudged your side, making you shake your head in denial.

You rolled your eyes, but what she said gave you butterflies. “No way, I’ve only met him once.”

“Whatever, just don’t fall into the trap. You’re too good for a skater. They’re scum, remember?” Abby said, as she chewed obnoxiously on a fry. You found yourself suddenly annoyed at her.

“Yeah, of course. I would never,” you contradicted your feelings.

They were probably right. You don’t even know Robby, and you were from completely different worlds.

You told yourself that you would push away your growing feelings for Robby. But you couldn’t help but be excited when you have to pick up Riley from the skatepark. You couldn’t help asking your brother maybe too many questions about him, and you couldn’t help looking out for him every time you would go to the diner with your girls.

He would always talk to you, making you giddy for the rest of the day. You found yourself wanting to see him more and more.

“So how long have you been skating?” you asked the boy beside you.

You were waiting for Riley to finish so you could go home, but you let him take his time.

“I started when I was 11, but it’s been on and off,” Robby replied. “Have you ever skated?”

You laughed at the thought of yourself on a board. “Never. It looks cool though,” you watched as your brother skated off some stairs.

“I think you’d be good at it. I mean ballet and skating are pretty much the same thing,” he grinned at you, making you blush and look away from him.

“Ballet and skating couldn’t be more different,” you disagreed.

Robby shrugged. “Wrong. Both are centered around balance. Skating, if you think about it, is choreography. Sure we’re not as graceful, but it’s not as different as you think.”

You smiled to yourself at his wiseness. “I guess you’re right.”

There’s a moment of silence between you two as you both sat at the edge of the bowl.

“So when are we starting?” he spoke, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“Starting what?”

“I’m teaching you how to skate,” he answered nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t giving you a choice.

“What? I-I can’t skate,” you stammered. The thought of you embarrassing yourself in front of him made you want to puke.

“Which is why I’m teaching you. Come on, I promise I won’t let you hurt your pretty little ballerina face,” Robby smiled.

Your head suddenly felt dizzy at his small remark. Pretty. “I don’t know Robby...”

“Tomorrow. At 5. I’ll even take you to that diner you like after. It’s a date,” he said surely, making your cheeks warm up again.

A date? Your heart fluttered at the thought of him wanting to hang out with you. Alone. On a freaking date.

“Okay, fine,” you bit your lip, trying to hold back a huge smile. “But only because of the promise of food.”

“I hate you,” Robby huffed as he watched you effortlessly roll past him on his skateboard.

“I can’t believe you compared this to ballet, this is so easy,” you jeered, laughing at his defeated look.

“Oh calm down Ms. Black Swan, you haven’t learned any tricks yet,” he stood up, walking over to you. “I’m going to teach you an ollie.”

He grabbed the board and stood on it, leaning down on the edge with one foot so that the board was wheels up on the other side. “Just do that.”

Robby handed you the skateboard, and you copied everything he did. Except you lost your balance and the wheels slipped from underneath you. You grabbed onto his shoulders as a reflex.

Your breath hitched as Robby’s placed his hands on your hips to steady you, and your faces were inches away. He was so close that you could feel his breath and see the pattern of his eyes.

“Not so easy, is it now?” he said softly, still holding onto you. The air was now filled with a thick tension and you felt woozy from being so close to him.

“I... I guess not,” you fumbled over your words, feeling incredibly nervous looking into his eyes.

None of you were pulling away, and you weren’t sure if you should be the first to do so.

“Can I kiss you?” Robby whispered, making you breathless. You were sure that he could hear your heartbeat, because it felt like it was consuming you.

You only nodded, feeling speechless, and he leaned in to press your lips together.

It was everything you’ve ever dreamed of. And you dreamed about it a lot.

“You’re so much different from your friends. How come?” You chewed on a fry, questioning the boy sitting in the diner booth in front of you.

Robby tapped his lip in thought. “I don’t know. Maybe I just balance out the group. You’re different from your friends too. I mean I’ve only met them once, but I don’t think they like me,” he replied, and you cringed at the memory of your friends being so judgmental.

“That makes sense. And sorry about them. They can be... mean,” you apologized on their behalf, almost in the same way that Robby would for his friends.

“Speak of the devil,” Robby looked behind you, making your eyes widen. You turned around and there they were. Abby and Vanessa. You didn’t even care that they were hanging out with you; you were worried that they would see you with Robby.

You slumped down in your seat like you did when you were trying to hide from Robby before. “We should go now, right? It’s getting pretty late.”

Robby gave you a weird look, “Um... sure.”

“Y/N?” a dreaded voice called your name before you could make your escape.

You faced your two best friends. “Hey guys,” you said sheepishly as they walked up to your table.

“What are you doing with him? Oh my god, are you two on a date?” Abby gasped.

Vanessa joined in, “You said you’d never date someone like him. Oh come on Y/N, you know he’s not good enough for you. What happened to boys like him are below us?”

Robby’s face flashed with pain, but you were so selfish that you didn’t even notice.

“No- I- We’re just friends, I swear it’s not a date. I would never-” you stuttered, trying to save yourself, and you didn’t even think of Robby’s feelings at all. In the moment you only cared about your reputation and what your friends thought of you.

The boy you liked so much got up from the booth, throwing a wad of cash on the table. You felt your heart break as he walked away without a word and clenched fists.

You got up to follow him, but your friends pulled you back. “Just let him go Y/N. He’ll just break your heart,” Abby said coldly.

You ripped your arm away from their grip, running through the diner to catch up to Robby.

“Robby! Please, stop, I’m sorry,” you called after him, trying to keep up with how fast he was walking.

He ignored you the first time, increasing his pace.

“Please, Robby, can we just talk about it? I’m stupid, okay? Don’t go,” you pleaded, and he finally stopped in his tracks.

You’ve never seen his face like that, a mixture of anger and pain. The fact that it was directed towards you made you want to just melt away.

“You want to talk? Am I even good enough to talk to you? I’m sorry, should I be on my knees right now your majesty?” he said angrily, and you felt like crying.

You shook your head, “No, no Robby I swear I don’t think of you that way. I said things that I don’t mean and I’m so sorry. I- I just... my friends were saying all this shit about-”

“Just- just stop. You’re saying different things to different people, and I’m just supposed to trust you? And what, was I just going to be a secret? Look, I have to go,” he turned around to keep walking but you took his hand.

“I was going to tell them Robby, I like you so much and please, I’ll fix it. I’ll talk to them and-”

He cut your frantic rambling off again, “Y/N... I like you too alright? And I get it. I get wanting to fit in with your friends, even if you don’t agree with them. I learned from it myself. I just need time to think about all of it.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

You nodded in understanding, but your heart was hurting. “I’m sorry,” you said one last time before he took off on his skateboard.

a/n: why was that sm longer than i planned... also sorry for any mistakes im too lazy to edit. there probably won’t be a part 2 because the song doesn’t have a happy ending lol hope u enjoyed!!!!

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the-void-writes · 3 years ago

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Find The Word

Thanks @theskeletonprior for the open tag! Sorry for the length of these, they needed context. I just tagged a bunch of people last time, so I’ll leave this one open, too, but I’ll mention @bloodlessheirbyjacques @muddshadow @magefaery just in case they want to. Your words are Care, Slow, Never, Tell, and Sleep.

BEFORE

As he dwelled on his actions, the door slid open, followed by slow footsteps. Jason straightened himself out and turned around.

“Is everything—”

He gasped as Will staggered into the room. Blood trickled down his neck and shoulders, slightly dying the tips of his hair. Jason rushed over and held him by the shoulders.

“Will?”

“I’m sorry.” Will’s voice was painfully weak. “I didn’t know where else to—”

He stumbled again, and Jason caught him before he could collapse. Without a moment’s hesitation, he paged for the doctors and followed them to the infirmary. Time seemed to freeze as he waited outside the Emergency Ward. All he could think about was how broken Will looked. Someone had hurt him again, and badly, if he felt that Ves Corp was the safest place to go to.

ALWAYS

It was a nice headstone, all smooth and polished, though Will was still upset about the name. He and Henry had fought so hard to make it “Jason Prescott,” but the engravers insisted on using his legal name, regardless of the fact that he was disowned by his parents. For people who wanted nothing to do with him, they refused to let anyone else have the final say in his funeral arrangements. They wouldn’t even believe he was a godfather, at first, until Mary straightened them out. Their compromise was to let Will choose the epitaph, the one part that his parents didn’t care about. Always and forever… It seemed like a joke now, but he valued those words deeply.

COARSE

He kissed him again, careful of where he placed his hands now. Jason noticed how coarse they were, no doubt from all the training and lifting required for soldiers. It was different, yes, but also exciting. Feeling a little brave, he kissed Rio’s neck, and to his amusement, the soldier gasped in surprise. Jason’s bravery was short-lived, though, as a huge smirk spread across Rio’s face.

“Alright, sly,” he said. “Two can play that game.”

QUESTION

Thomas stood behind Riley, watching everyone in eerie silence. Their head was buried in their spiky jacket like a turtle. Riley smiled and pulled them closer.

“It’s okay, hon. You remember Will, right? He’s Jason’s kid.”

They looked nervous, something Will could definitely understand. He had hurt a bunch of guards last time. As gently as he could, he extended his hand.

“Hello, Thomas. I like your jacket.”

Thomas relaxed and shook his hand. “Thanks. You can just call me Tom, if you’d like.”

Will smiled. “Good to know. Anything else?”

They thought about his question for a bit. “Don’t call me a guy or girl, ‘cause I’m neither… no matter what some of the doctors say.”

Great, Will thought, more assholes to set straight. He held his hand to his chest.

“Hey, I understand. Thanks for trusting me, Tom.”

Thomas smiled. “Thank you. I was so afraid that Riley was gonna break your nose.”

Riley laughed. “That was one time, and that fucker deserved it for misgendering both of us on purpose.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, I’d love to see you break some more noses.”

Riley chuckled and kissed their forehead. “Good to hear, hon.”

RESPONSE

“The doctors will have you fixed up in no time,” he said, “but I won’t have you start work until you’ve had time to rest.”

Jason stared at him blankly. “Thank you for your kindness. I don’t know why you would go through so much trouble for me.”

Vesely frowned and set the clipboard down. “I have experienced a loss similar to yours. My daughter, Paisley, my sweet little angel. She inherited her powers from me and her mother. Our town was no better than Preston when it came to people like us. The townsfolk were scared, as most Humans tend to be. They believed she would become a monster.”

Vesely turned away, blinking back some tears.

“I tried to save her, but I was too late. They burned my daughter like a witch.”

Jason felt sick. Freaks like him were all too familiar with the harassment that came with their powers, but this… Nothing on Earth could justify killing a child for the way they were born. Jason’s heart pounded at the thought of it. He prayed, deep down, that Will was just an unlucky victim, rather than a target.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, “That’s horrific.”

Vesely smiled slightly. “Thank you, Jason, but I’ve had my time to mourn. I used my pain to help this company thrive, and now our children have a place to call home. It can be your home, too. Take your feelings, put them into your work, and you can make the world that your friend would have wanted to see.”

Jason cringed. He would have wanted to be with his family, he thought, he would have wanted to live. He glanced up at Vesely, who eyed him like a teacher awaiting the response of his student.

“… I‘ll do my best, sir. Thank you for everything.”

“Of course. Try to get some rest, Jason. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Vesely turned and left the room, the door sliding behind him with a muffled thud. There was no other sound but the hum of a large fan. It was soft, slow, and empty. Tears welled up in Jason’s eyes as he clutched Will’s old necklace, the last remaining piece of his godson.

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge.

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date.

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection.

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door.

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket.

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room.

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work.

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend.

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses.

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger.

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

��I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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galaxy-stardust · 4 months ago

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Simon Ghost Riley x you

Part 15

Meeting Soap

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The tension between Ghost and your husband was suffocating. You couldn’t stand it—the pressure, the expectation, the weight of their stares. You had to get out.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, taking a step back. Neither man moved to stop you.

You turned and bolted.

The cool evening air hit your face as you pushed open the hospital doors, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You weren’t sure where you were going—just away. Away from the confrontation, the impossible decision, the life that seemed to be closing in on you from all sides.

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you rounded a corner, not paying attention to where you were going. And then, you slammed into someone.

“Whoa there, lass,” a thick Scottish accent greeted you as a pair of strong hands steadied your shoulders.

You looked up, startled, to see a man with a buzz cut and a kind, curious face. His blue eyes sparkled with warmth, and he had a slight smirk playing on his lips. He was built like a soldier, his presence commanding but not intimidating.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered, trying to step around him.

“Hey, slow down,” he said, gently blocking your path. “You’re shakin’ like a leaf. What’s goin’ on?”

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, tears welling in your eyes. “I just need to get away.”

His expression softened, and he looked over your shoulder, his gaze narrowing. “You runnin’ from Ghost back there?”

The mention of Ghost’s name made your heart lurch. “You know him?”

“Better than most,” the man said with a chuckle. “Name’s John. John MacTavish. But most people call me Soap.”

You blinked, trying to process his calm demeanor in contrast to the storm raging inside you. “I… I don’t know what to do,” you confessed, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “I’ve ruined everything. My husband… Ghost… I can’t…”

Soap tilted his head, his gaze thoughtful. “Come on,” he said, guiding you to a nearby bench. “Let’s sit, yeah? Sort through whatever’s eatin’ at ya.”

~~~

Sitting down, you buried your face in your hands, trying to steady your breathing. Soap waited patiently, his posture relaxed but attentive.

“Ghost and I… it’s complicated,” you began, hesitantly lifting your head. “I’m married. And I’ve been trying to fix things with my husband, but Ghost… he makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t in years. And now they’ve both made me choose, and I just…”

Your voice cracked, and you looked away, embarrassed.

Soap leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself in a right mess,” he said, not unkindly. “But let me tell ya somethin’. Ghost? He doesn’t let people in easily. If he’s fightin’ for ya, it’s because he sees somethin’ in you worth fightin’ for.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. “But it’s impossible,” you said. “Even if I choose him, his life is dangerous. He’s never in one place for long. How could we ever make it work?”

Soap shrugged. “Nothin’s easy with Ghost. He’s got his demons, aye, but he’s loyal to the bone. If you’re willin’ to fight for it, he will too. But you’ve gotta decide if that’s the life you want. It won’t be normal or simple. It’ll be bloody hard.”

You nodded slowly, his words sinking in. “And my husband?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Sounds like he’s a good man,” Soap said carefully. “But good doesn’t mean he’s the right one for ya. Only you can figure that out. And runnin’ from it won’t give you answers.”

You looked at him, surprised by the wisdom in his words. “Why are you helping me?”

Soap grinned. “Ghost’s my mate. And you seem like someone worth helpin’. Besides, I’ve been in my fair share of messy situations. Sometimes you just need someone to listen.”

~~~

After talking with Soap, you felt a strange sense of clarity, though the decision still loomed over you. He was right—you couldn’t keep running.

“Thanks,” you said, standing up. “For listening.”

“Anytime, lass,” he said, standing as well. “But before you go back, just ask yourself one thing—who makes you feel like the best version of yourself? That’s the one you fight for.”

With that, he gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder and disappeared into the night, leaving you to face your decision.

Part 16

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 36

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: NSFW (I didn’t intend it but it just happened

Summary: Liam finally clears the air with Constantine, and we go to the Fire and Ice Ball at Lythikos, the final social season even before Liam chooses his future Queen.

A/N: Umm, I don’t even want to know how many years it’s been since I updated, but it is with the encouragement of you readers that I was compelled to finish. My tag list is probably way outdated and I’m sure I’ve missed some poeple who’ve asked to be tagged along the way. Feel free to let me know either way if you want to be tagged or removed from the list.

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Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

“Hello, Father.” Liam greeted Constantine as he walked into the hospital room. He noted the King's color was back to normal and he seemed in good spirits.

"My son, I knew you'd come!" Constantine reached towards Liam with arms outstretched.

Liam just shook his head and held up a hand to stop him. "This is not that kind of visit. I'm here because I know... I know everything."

"What-" Constantine choked out before a coughing fit ensued.

Liam fought the instinctual urge to comfort his father. "Enough with the theatrics. I know about Madeleine...about you threatening the show if they didn't help her win...as if me choosing the woman I plan to spend my life with is some political game to be won."

"How did you find out? I gave strict orders that my demands were confidential."

Liam scoffed. "Seriously? I just told you I found out you tried to have the producers manipulate me into marrying a woman I don't love, and that's all you had to say for yourself?"

"You have to understand," Constantine pleaded. "Madeleine is what's best for Cordonia, and what's best for Cordonia is what's best for you."

"Unbelievable!" Liam felt the anger rising in his chest like a simmering pot ready to boil over. "You may have told yourself that to feel better about choosing your commitments to Cordonia over happiness, love, family... Maybe you’ve lied to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it, but it's one hundred percent bullshit. I know I'll be a more effective leader if I get to choose the woman I want by my side, and that woman is Olivia."

Constantine's jaw dropped and there was a long pause before he gained his composure to protest. "Absolutely not. You know her family's history. I'd rather have you on the same page as me, but I am still King-"

"Save your breath," Liam shut him down. "You should know that your perfect candidate Madeleine has displayed some behavior quite unbecoming of a future queen, and it is all on film. I know Cordonians are generally flexible with their views on monogamy, but I don't think Madeleine sleeping with the host of the show while she's trying to compete for my affection will look good in anyone's eyes. She has been eliminated from the show and is no longer in the running. That leaves only Riley aside from Olivia, and I know you know what's going on there."

Constantine's face fell momentarily in resignation, but then he perked back up again. "Well, then you can bring back someone else. Kiara is quite lovely and is fit to play the part."

"Enough!" Liam practically shouted much too loud for the thin hospital walls. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but Olivia is stronger, smarter, and more capable of ruling a country than anyone you could hope to pair with me. You seem to forget that I am the son who stuck by you and am now the rightful and only heir to the throne. Your reign is coming to an end, and you have no choice but to accept my decision."

Unexpectedly, Constantine's demeanor changed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "My boy, I've always been a bit worried you were too soft to be king. However, seeing you stand up for yourself today gives me hope. I still don't approve of your choice, but I will no longer stand in your way."

Liam shook his head and let out an incredulous laugh, reeling from Constantine’s sudden change of course. "Bastien will take you back to the palace. We can talk more when I know it's not just the medicine that's gotten to your head."

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“Well, this place certainly explains a lot about Olivia.” Riley mused aloud as she scanned the ballroom. Ornate floor to ceiling windows with deep alcoves were surrounded by walls with intricate, gilded accents leading up to a hand-painted ceiling measuring at least 3 stories high. The grandeur of the space was both intimidating and beautiful at the same time, much like its owner.

“Has she shown you all the toys in her armory yet? That too says a lot about Olivia," Drake chuckled at his own joke.

Riley laughed along. “No, but she does constantly remind me she keeps a dagger hidden under her skirt. Are you sure Liam knows what he’s in for?”

"Heh. Better him than me, that's for sure. Liam's warm and fuzzy exterior can make him seem like a pushover, but he can hold his own when it matters. Olivia needs someone who can roll with her mood swings but still call her on her bullshit when needed."

"You know, I admit I had a little trouble wrapping my brain around Liam choosing Olivia, but when you put it that way, it makes sense. Now I suppose I need to find Kat so I can figure out if I need to dance with Liam or something. Ugh, I cannot wait until all these balls are over.

Drake almost doubled over laughing. "Oh, Bennett, I hate to break it to you, but this shit never ends. Next will be the coronation, then some charity gala, Liam's wedding...the list goes on. Welcome to your life as a noble woman."

Riley stared ahead blankly as a giant wave of realization washed over her. It was all so much, so fast. She'd never had time to think past the next day to consider this was all ending soon, and then what? Did she stay with her new-found family and live this life that was still foreign to her in so many ways? What about her life in New York? Sure, she didn't have much going on at the moment, but she still had her aunt Susan and best friend Sarah along with some good friends at work like Daniel. Becoming a therapist was still one of her goals, at least it was until the day she left for Cordonia. Now everything was so unclear, and she could hardly breathe.

Drake must have noticed her face looking some kind of way because he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an open doorway to a nearby balcony. "Why don't we get you some air before you go off and do your thing for the show?"

Once outside and around the corner of the wraparound balcony, Drake pulled Riley into his chest, holding her securely, and she was almost instantly calmed. All the what-ifs fell away, and it was just them. All she needed was the be with him, wherever that turned out to be, and everything else would fall into place.

But what if Drake didn't quite feel the same? They'd been talking as if they'd be together indefinitely, but in reality, they'd only known each other two months. The anxious fluttering in her chest started up again.

Drake pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You know, we're both still half American. We can move back to the states....or uh, I mean you can move back to the states if that's what you want." His eyes darted bashfully to the ground.

Riley's face lit up, the nervous thumping in her chest giving way to excited butterflies. "I like the sound of 'we' better if that's what you really meant. You'd really move back to the U.S. with me? I mean I've hardly had the chance to think about what I want, so that may be irrelevant, but you seriously see a future with me?"

"I do." Drake smiled earnestly. "I'm sure anyone who knows me will think I've gone mad, but whether it means being in New York City and putting up with cramped apartments and way too many people, living a quieter, simple life in Texas, or stealing moments away at dreadful Cordonian events such as this, I know we can make our own happiness...together."

"Wow, the Drake Walker I met two months ago would not believe what's coming out of your mouth right now." Riley touched the back of her hand to Drake's forehead in jest. "Are you sure you aren't running a fever?"

"Haha, very funny." Drake swiftly but gently pushed Riley back again the stone wall. "I'm not feeling ill, but I know how to make your temperature rise.

"You pushing me against duchy walls is becoming a thing, huh? Must have really enjoyed the almost public sex last time."

"Possibly," Drake teased as he slipped his hand through the side-slit in her icy-blue gown, gently gliding his fingers up her thigh. Riley braced herself as Drake neared the place she wanted him the most. Goosebumps gave way to a burning need before she remembered where they were.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest. "We're not exactly alone here, and we've gone to such lengths to keep this under wraps. Someone could walk out here at any moment."

Drake shrugged. "I know it may be a bit reckless, but honestly at this point, I don't care. I just want you."

Riley opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out before Drake swooped in for a searing kiss. She instantly melted into him, Drake continuing his earlier action and deftly plunging two fingers inside her, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he noticed there was no fabric barrier to work around. A strangled moan escaped Riley's throat as he stroked the exact spot he knew always left her at his mercy.

Drake pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and we'll go back in right now."

Instead of answering, Riley yanked him by the collar and crushed her lips to his. Drake responded by hoisting her up and over to the balcony. He perched her atop the railing, one hand grasped firmly around her waist and the other making quick work of undoing his pants.

Teetering on the narrow ledge two stories high, Riley clamped her hand tightly to the railing on either side of her and Drake noticed. "I've got you Bennett, no need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm just doing my job after all," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at his reference to what was now an inside joke between them. But all joking aside, he always made her feel safe. She released her grip, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Drake eased his cock free and Riley could tell how hard he was just by sight, the skin stretched taught from his perfect proportion of thickness and length. He lifted her dress and she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him in and he took the invitation to thrust inside her. Even as wet was she was, his size created just the right amount of fullness and friction to take her breath away.

Riley moaned and gasped with each thrust, which in turn seemed to turn Drake on even more. The thrill of being up so high with nothing but him to hold her only added to her excitement and when he began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb that was all it took to push her figuratively over the edge. She tightened around him everywhere, her orgasm eliciting immense heat and pleasure with every pulse, resulting in Drake picking up his pace until his own release followed shortly thereafter.

Drake carefully set Riley down before putting himself back together. "I'm almost a little disappointed we didn't nearly get caught this time."

"If I don't get back in there immediately, that's still a possibility." Riley had no idea how much time had passed but it was probably more than she thought. "Fuck, Kat is going to be pissed." Riley straightened her skirt and started towards the ballroom door.

"Wait!" Drake puller her in for a quick kiss. "I love you. Just so you don't forget."

Riley rolled her eyes but smiled. "You know you have nothing to worry about. If Liam's charms haven't wooed me yet, I think you’re safe. But I love you too. Now go do your job." She smacked him on the ass before hustling back to the ballroom, Drake following shortly thereafter.

As expected, Kat was frantic when Riley found her. “Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to meet up with me twenty minutes ago?”

Overhearing Riley’s scolding, Olivia smugly sidled up next to them. “I mean, I didn’t mind getting extra time with Liam, but you know Jo and Kat and there ‘ratings’, Olivia said while gesturing with air quotes. She scanned Riley from head to toe and then glanced over to Drake on the perimeter. “Ugh, I can tell you exactly what, or rather who she was doing. Gross. I guess that just makes my position more secure, but really, couldn’t you have waited until after my ball to fuck him?”

Riley sheepishly smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress. “I just needed some air, that’s all. I was having a moment.”

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you want to call it. Although I still cannot fathom why you chose Drake, I suppose I should be a little easier on you for eliminating yourself from the competition and allowing Liam to break free of his distraction of the shiny new object.”

“Aww, Olivia, that’s so sweet. Next thing you know we’ll be best friends,” Riley replied sarcastically.

“I don’t know about friends...but I do dislike you less than the rest of them.” Olivia tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“I’ll take it,” Riley said with a laugh before turning to Jo. “Okay, now tell me where I need to be.”

Jo set Riley up with Liam on the dance floor. It still wasn’t hard to pretend to be into Liam because it wasn’t all pretend, but there was no lingering pining between them.

“Well, I spoke to my father this morning.” Liam spun Riley around and brought her back to face him.

“Finally!” Riley exclaimed. “How did that go?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be completely honest, but it went surprisingly well. I told him I knew everything, and he no longer had a say in my decision. He tried to argue with me at first, but somehow something I said made him respect me. He still may not agree with my choice, but I think this is finally all over! I am free to choose who I want without any threat or blackmail hanging over my head.

Riley pulled Liam in and hugged him tightly. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, and for all of us.” The weight on Riley’s shoulders was suddenly ten times lighter. She hadn’t let herself think too deeply about how much was at stake, but now that the air was clear, she realized how stressed she had been. “Now all that’s left is for you to tear my heart to pieces on national television, and you get your fairy tale ending.”

Liam chuckled. “I’ll try to let you down easy.”

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Drake stood in his usual position off the side of the dance floor. This may not be the last of these events he’d have to endure, but at least it should be the last time he’d have to stand on the sidelines watching Riley dance with someone else. He was secure in what they had, but it still didn’t stop that twinge of jealously seeing her and Liam together talking, touching, and having fun. But it wasn’t a bad thing that his best friend and girlfriend get along so well. Girlfriend...that’s the first time he’d used that term for anyone he’d “dated”, even if only in his head. It was hard to believe everything was falling into place.

Drake took his eyes off Riley to scan the perimeter. What he saw didn’t immediately register as out of the ordinary, but then he quickly recalled this person walking towards the dance floor wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Bastien, check out three o’clock.” Drake altered Bastien via his radio earpiece. “How did she get in here without security clearance?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien replied. “I’ll check with the other guys to see who let her in. Keep an eye on her.”

Drake watched in concern as Madeleine marched towards the dance floor. She’d been banned from the rest of filmed events after her stunt. Not wanting to let her cause a scene, Drake was about to stop her from getting any closer, when she pulled out an unmistakable object. She had a gun and it was pointed right at Riley and Liam.

Before Drake could alert the rest of the team, people started to scatter. He heard a familiar click and knew he had to disarm Madeleine immediately, but it was too late. A shot went off and he didn’t hesitate. Drake dove between the bullet and his two best friends on the dance floor, and that would be the last thing he remembered before he hit the floor.

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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The Final Goodbye - Chapter 1

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Description: In a slight canon divergence from book 2, Riley reaches her breaking point with the engagement tour and decides to restart her life when the court gets to NYC. Can the rest of the group clear her name, and convince her to come back before it’s too late?

Rating: PG (I think there are a few swear words in there, very angsty, but otherwise pretty mild)

Word Count: 1,496

A/N: So, I did a thing. This started as a one shot that I half wrote like a month ago and gave up on. Then I got haunted by Whitney Houston (and later, when she got sick of bugging me, she moved on to @jessiembruno, I’m assuming to send her to harass me about finishing). This week, inspiration struck and I finished it...and it became a mini-series. So look forward to this over the next 4 Wednesdays.

A couple of quick shout outs I wanted to get out there: @callmeellabella, thank you for being so sweet and taking a look at the snippet I provided. @queenrileyrose, thank you for taking the time to chat with me, I hope the story lives up to the hype I gave it.

A not so quick shout out to @jessiembruno, I pretty much annoyed you every step of the way in writing this one, sharing screenshots, and letting you know every time that damn song showed up in my life. Your notes when you read it for me gave me so much encouragement, you were invaluable in helping me get through that last emotional push at the end. Hell, you even titled the thing! I don’t know why we hurt Liam the way we do, but I know in the end, we’ll always give him a happy ending (wait...not like that...well, maybe sometimes like that).

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Riley sat on the rooftop overlooking New York City, Maxwell rattling off the different images he saw in the stars as she got lost in her thoughts. They were in New York as the last leg of Liam and Madeleine’s engagement tour. Soon, they would be going back to Cordonia where she would be expected to sit in a cathedral and watch the love of her life marry another woman.

They had been investigating the scandal that came out at the coronation for weeks, and didn’t seem to be any closer to finding Tariq. As the time ran out, Riley’s hope of a cleared name faded further and further away. Could she really go back there and watch another woman steal her happily ever after? She was already in New York, it would be easy to just stay and try to start her life back up again. Honestly, if she wasn’t going back there to marry Liam, what was the point of going back at all? Sure, she had made a couple of great friends, but there were a million and one ways for them to stay in touch. Or ghost them, to avoid hearing about Liam and his wife. She wasn’t quite sure which option she would choose once all was said and done.

She weighed out the pros and cons, and finally decided that she would not be returning to Cordonia with the rest of the court. But she wasn’t going to tell anyone, she wasn’t going to give them the opportunity to team up on her and talk her into going back. And she certainly wasn’t going to tell Liam, he had already talked her into being the other woman for this entire tour, a moniker she swore she would never take on in her lifetime. She knew she wouldn’t be able to say no to him, and would be convinced to come back to Cordonia and be miserable. She would do it tonight, once they returned to the hotel, she would get her things together, and sneak out while everyone else slept. Daniel had an extra room, conveniently, he was using it to store the stuff she didn’t bring with her when Maxwell whisked her away.

“Earth to Riley. Are you even listening? I’m dropping some of my A+ material right now.” Maxwell waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry Max, I was just thinking. Must have zoned out a little.”

“It’s ok, I get it. There’s a lot going on right now.” He replied empathetically, suddenly jumping to his feet in excitement. “I know, let’s go out!”

“We are out.” She looked up at him.

“No, not boring UN Gala out. Fun out! I’ll grab everyone, the dream team will cheer you up!”

Riley paused to think about it for a second. If she wasn’t going to give her friends a proper goodbye, maybe one last adventure would be the perfect way to remember them. They could do it up big, and then she would start over in the morning. She smiled softly at her friend before responding. “That sounds really nice Maxwell, I’d love to.”

“Yes!” Maxwell raised his fist in the air and pulled her into a hug. “You go back to the hotel and change, I’ll get the gang together and text you where to meet.”

Riley went back to the hotel and put on some more comfortable clothes. Something she would typically wear on a night out in New York. She didn’t want to start packing yet, in case Maxwell offered to walk her back to her room. She reached out to Daniel to make sure she could stay with him. Of course he said yes, while also trying to get the details. She promised to fill him in on everything when she got there. The more she thought about her plan, the more she started to worry. Maxwell said he was going to get everyone together. Did that mean Liam would be there? Would she be able to keep herself composed, and keep her secret, knowing that this would be the last time she would ever see him? She started second guessing her plan, she should have just left. Tonight was going to suck.

She entered the bar, and immediately noticed Maxwell, Drake, and Hana in a corner booth. No Liam. She took a deep breath and approached them. “Hey guys!” She put on her cheeriest face.

“Thank God, Brooks. Maxwell can harass you now.” Drake rolled his eyes and patted the seat next to him.

Riley slid into the booth and put her arm around Drake, giving him a side hug. “Aww, poor Drakey. I’ll save you from big bad Maxwell.” Hana and Maxwell laughed, and Drake rolled his eyes. “So Maxwell, why this place? You know I’ve lived here for like ever, I could have picked.”

“No, this is your cheer up night, so I needed to find the perfect place, and this is it.” He gestured to the stage. “It’s karaoke night!”

“So, if this is to cheer me up, and it’s karaoke night, does that mean Drake is going to serenade me?” She turned to face Drake, smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes.

“Fat chance.” Drake looked at Riley with a stern expression. “I’ll buy you drinks, that’s as cheery as you’re getting from me.”

“Sold!” She put her hand out and shook Drake’s. She signaled for the waitress to come over, and ordered a round of shots for the table, and a drink for herself.

As the night went on, the group laughed and sang and told stories. Riley was having a great time, and wasn’t letting on in the slightest that this would be the last time they were all together. Maxwell had just come offstage from his third performance of the night, as he walked toward the table, his smile grew and he waved his hand to greet someone. “Liam, you made it!”

Riley’s breath caught in her throat, and she could swear she felt her heart stop. She closed her eyes briefly to compose herself before standing and turning toward the door to greet him. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.”

Liam’s eyes started to sparkle the second they met hers, his smile lighting up at the sight of her. She looked just as beautiful as she did the night they met, he loved when she was dressed casually. Sure, she was stunning in ballgowns and expensive designer clothes, but this was her. Authentic Riley. The Riley that had captured his heart. “It took me some time to get away, but Maxwell said you needed cheering up, so this is where I need to be right now.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently.

Suddenly, Riley was frozen. She wasn’t sure what to do, or what to say. Everything had been going so smoothly. Why did he have to show up? She couldn’t be there anymore. Not as long as he was. Now that she was faced with the reality of her plan, she didn’t know what she was thinking just leaving Liam without saying goodbye. Without telling him how much he truly meant to her. But she also knew she couldn’t give him a chance to talk her out of it. She decided she would use this opportunity to sing her feelings.

“I have to go. It’s my turn to sing.” She turned away from Liam abruptly, pulling the shot glass out of Drake’s hands before it could reach his lips, bringing it to hers and throwing her head back. With that, she walked to the front of the bar.

After a quick conversation with the DJ, she walked to the microphone and looked down. As the music started, she looked up and locked eyes with Liam. She proceeded to sing ‘I Will Always Love You’ while keeping her eyes locked on his. Their friends looked back and forth between the two of them, seeing the pain in both of their expressions. As the songs continued, Riley was finding it harder and harder to keep her emotions in check. She started to avoid Liam’s gaze, only glancing up at him occasionally. To most of the room, it sounded like she was leaning heavily on her vibrato, but her friends all knew that was her emotions getting the best of her.

Once the song finished, she placed the microphone back on the stand and quickly ducked into the crowd, before any of her friends could catch up to her. She carefully made her way to the door and left the bar. She walked a few blocks before she lost the battle she was fighting with her tears. After taking some time to gather herself, she continued on her way to Daniel’s apartment. There was no way she would be able to go back to the hotel, she’d figure out how to get her stuff later.

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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Shared Affection

Pairing: Willow x fem!reader; Xander x fem!reader [Bi reader !!]

Request: Hey! can you please write a Willow/Xander x fem reader story where they both have crushes on the reader and they're trying to figure out if she likes boys or girls only to find out shes bi?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I feel like I’m still a little rusty but I did like writing a little something for this request !! Hope it’s what you wanted and I’m sorry about the wait 💖

You were a new transfer to UC Sunnydale. You could sense that you were on a Hellmouth as soon as you set foot in this new place you would call home. You could sense things, energies and what some may call magic. It just hadn’t occurred to you that this was any different to how other people felt and experienced the world. This would all change, however, once you met who would be your new group of friends. They would show you new possibilities as well as showing you just how powerful you truly are.

You met Buffy in a class you had both taken and subsequently bonded over how much you regretted it. From that first day you both vowed to help each other get through the year. It was as if you just clicked, she was an instant best friend, you could feel it. She then introduced you to her other friends, Willow, Anya and Xander. The latter didn’t actually go to college but he would sneak onto the campus so often and he was good company so you were pleased at this. You got on with everyone so well, it was clear that they had become fond of you almost instantly. Some, more than others.

Over the next five months, Xander and Willow had found themselves adoring you. Neither realising that the other held feelings for you. Xander and you both loved films. You would watch them together all of the time and it became a weekly tradition. You would either go to his basement or he would spend time in your dorm. Sometimes you would forget that the film was on and laugh until you cried at the comments he would make. He was so funny and you couldn’t help but feel so comfortable in his presence.

Willow and you spent time together, she had shown you some small spells for you to practice and you described to her the energy you felt especially now you were in Sunnydale. You could spend hours through the night, just talking. Laughing and sharing your deepest thoughts. She was so sweet to you and you really valued all of the time she spent with you.

Both of them had made you feel so welcome and you enjoyed the attention you had been getting more and more of from them both. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t suspect that one or both of them may have feelings for you. Although, whenever you thought this you berated yourself for assuming more from their friendly natures.

You couldn’t help loving them, they were so kind and they both looked after you in their own ways. Willow and her magic, Xander and his courage. They were truly now extremely important people in your life. You were thinking of this as you saw Buffy saving your usual seat in your class.

She smile and got you up to speed on all of the latest news you might have missed since you saw her last night on patrol. She was now your closest friend and you basically told each other everything. She had finished telling you all about Riley and what she had found out after the Gentlemen had finally been taken care of. Although, she suddenly changed the topic with a smile and a glint in her eye. She wouldn’t go into detail although she happened to hint about you having a ‘secret admirer’.

Your mind went to Xander and then to willow in almost the same second. Who you suppose you wished it to be. But then, would you want to choose between them? Hurt one at the expense of the other? Would you even be able to choose? Or could you share them both, forget about monogamy, or would that put a strain on their friendship?

Stop. You had to halt all of the scenarios spinning around your head. It was possible it was nobody in your new little friendship group. Perhaps it was a pretty demon that Anya used to know from the olden days that had seen you from afar.

Willow and Xander were sat in the college canteen while you and Buffy were finishing your lecture. Xander had slid in with a group of guys that had finished a game of football so that nobody would question him. They sat and talked for a little but both of their minds had been on you. On their feelings for you. Neither knew that they had never felt this strongly for another person before. They just didn’t know how you could take it.

Willow had been thinking though. She had told Buffy she was gay. She had finally done it. She was a lesbian. She liked girls and only wanted to date girls now. Specifically, you. God, she adored you. Buffy had been surprised at her coming out but after a few months found herself being Will’s biggest supporter. It was easier to accept as Buffy already knew about your sexuality. You had always been open with her about being bi, you just hadn’t gotten around to telling anyone else.

“So, what do you think?” she asked after her usual rambling as she tried to broach the subject with Xander. She needed to see what he would say. She had realised instead that he had zoned out. His eyes watching for someone who was supposed to be here soon.

“Hm?”

“About y/n. I was thinking of asking her out-”

“You can’t!” Xander said, his voice had gone high-pitched at the suggestion. He then coughed and deepened his voice more than he would usually speak it to compensate, “…She’s not gay, Will”

“You don’t know! What are you th-the king of gay people now?”

“No!” Xander said quickly but his heart wasn’t really in their conversation. All he could ever do now was think of you. There was a pause for a while as both of them thought of the other, knowing now that they both felt the same for you. Then they thought of you. Of how close you had become. How kind and affectionate you could be with them. You cared for each of them but neither of them could help but wish for more. Xander suddenly spoke up again, still staring into the distance, “I know, of course I know. Do you, uh, really think… you know?”

“Sometimes she looks at me and I forget to do the breath-y thing” Willow admitted, now rubbing her hands together in her anxiety.

“Well, yeah she does. She’s- Y/n!” He suddenly said, his voice announcing you as he saw you walk towards them. You smiled and waved a little as you weaved between the tables to get to your friends.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s-” Willow replied, not realising you had been standing behind

“Hey, Y/n! Our Y/n, uh, Y/n our friend!” Xander said a little more urgently, over whatever Willow had been trying to say about your sexuality.

You smile and slide into a seat beside them. Both of them made you so comfortable to be around, you had this sense of home around both of them.

“Buffy caught up to Riley in the corridor, so it’s just me today,”

“That’s good!” Willow said, “Well, n-not good that she isn’t here but good that you are and that they have time together”

“Yeah, I think they’ll be okay. I hope so anyway, he could be good for Buffy right? I don’t know much about Angel but she looks so sad every time someone talks about him”

Willow nodded but Xander wasn’t quite listening. He was trying to think of a way to subtly change the subject from Buffy’s love life to yours. He ended up throwing subtlety out of the window an blurt it out.

“So, Y/n, how would you describe your type. What would your ideal man-”

“O-or woman! Or anybody else!”

“Oh, uh, well I’m not sure I have one type. I fall for people for more than their looks I guess. It just depends on the person!” You smiled but faltered slightly as their brows furrowed at your answer. It wasn’t specific enough for them to gauge who you might be interested in.

However, Willow loved your answer, as did Xander. He was usually a little insecure that he wasn’t the best looking guy or that he made too many jokes to be taken seriously by anyone. But of course, with you, it was different. You could sense goodness from them. You could sense love and promise and potential and you adored spending time with them so much.

But you could feel there was a slight tension. As if they were competing where usually they wouldn’t. Or that they were in some kind of unresolved discussion.

“Why do you ask?”

“Curiosity! We are, um, curious cats”

“If for example, Willow asked you on a date and uh, for the sake of this totally hypothetical situation, I also asked you out too – who would you pick?”

“Well, I think that I would be happy with either of you” You shrugged. And their mouths both widened in surprise at the same time. Neither of them had even considered you might like men and women. Even after you said this as you had to elaborate, “I’m bisexual”

They smiled at you, somewhat satisfied with this answer and both hugged you tightly at you admittance. You couldn’t help grinning so wide at their warmth. Then they caught each other’s eye and saw that they mirrored each other’s expression. That they saw that they had a chance with you. At your love. As you got up and excused yourself that you had to get to another class, there was a silent agreement. Both of them were set on competing for your attention. Especially now that they knew they definitely could have a chance to be by your side.

You weren’t really sure what to make of their question, you told yourself not to think too much into it. Just in case your mind began to spit out unrealistic scenarios that would disappoint you. You left them, not aware that they were both intently watching you leave. Your form dancing away from them in that way that they loved. Their eyes never left you and their thoughts lingered even longer.

One day, you would probably have to make some kind of decision. For now, you were just pleased that they accepted you for who you were. That you couldn’t sense even the smallest change in their fondness for you when you told them. For now, you could enjoy their love, whether platonic or otherwise and keep spending as much free time as you could with them.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 years ago

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Riding the Lightning: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, fluff and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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There are only two hours left, so if you’re going to do something, then you need to do it now. Penelope has been working overtime to see if she can’t track down Riley without the help of Sarah, but she really made sure he wouldn’t be found. She really doesn’t want Riley to surface.

“Check all police and hospital records dating back to September 1990,” Gideon asks of Penelope, and she gets straight to work.

“You know, you should check local newspapers to see if anyone reported any abandoned babies,” Spencer suggests.

“Yeah, I don't give a damn where the governor is, we may have found proof that Sarah Jean is innocent,” Sam Shapiro says over the phone.

“She really only had a maximum of three hours between police visits. It was four p.m. so traffic was pretty heavy. Whatever she did with Riley had to be local,” Spencer theorized.

“In 1990, there were three babies that were abandoned in Septemeber,” Penelope reveals.

“Three-year-old boys?” you ask.

“None.

“Why doesn't she just tell us where Riley is?” Spencer says in frustration.

“She is protecting him against Jacob. She refuses to let him be Jacob’s last victim. If he knows who his real parents are, then he’s haunted for life, and that’s exactly what Sarah doesn’t want.”

“Look, they are being executed within an hour of each other. What hope do we even have to finding him in time?” JJ asks.

“You know, it's quite possible, she doesn't even know where he is anyway.”

“No. she knows. We’ve got to get into her cell. Y/N, come with me.”

You follow Gideon to find the warden since he is the only one who can grant her access outside of her cell. He’s right outside of Jacob’s cell, and as much as you despise being around him, it’s for Sarah. Once he sees you, he smiles evilly, but you ignore him as best as you can.

“You've come to see the show?” Jacob asks.

He’s in the process of being shaved for the electric chair, but you ignore him.

“We need to get into Sarah Jean's cell. I believe the proof--”

“I can't do that!” Charles Diehl hisses and takes you two off to the side. “All official lines of communication are now over.”

“We just need five minutes,” you beg.

“Agents! They want the memory of these two individuals erased.”

“Five minutes. Please. That’s all we need,” you plead.

Charles sees the desperation in your eyes, and he just sighs with a gentle roll of his eyes.

“Five minutes.”

“Thank you. Come on,” Gideon urges.

He takes you to Sarah’s cell once it’s clear to go inside and look through everything she has. It isn’t much, but you don’t have a lot of time. Gideon goes straight to work in rifling through the books and mattress for something, but you’re drawn to the painting of her son in the field. He’s running happily, and you realize there is something pulling you to that specific painting. Gideon notices you just staring at it, but he doesn’t yell at you to keep looking. He knows you have something.

“What is it?”

You reach for the painting and take it off the wall, turning it over to reveal a newspaper clipping of a teenage boy. It’s about an award that he won, but there is no mention of what the award is, where he got it, or his name. However, you take one look at this picture and know it’s Riley.

“This is Riley. He’s alive,” you say and show him the picture.

“Let’s go.”

Gideon puts everything back the way it was before leaving the cell. You can’t be here when Sarah Jean comes back, and luckily, Penelope isn’t that far from her cell. As soon as the technical analysis sees the picture, she freaks just a little.

“That's Riley. It's her son, isn't it? Someone tell me it's him, please,” she begs.

“Yes, it is,” you nod.

“JJ, circulate this photo to the press. See if anybody recognizes this boy,” Hotch orders.

“Do I say who we think he is?”

“No just put him out as the missing persons.”

Before she can leave, a loud noise goes off that signals something. It’s not a good noise, you know that for sure.

“Okay, what does that mean?” JJ asks.

“It means Jacob is being moved to the execution chamber,” Spencer says.

You grab the photo of Riley and inspect it. There is nothing on here that suggests where he is because Sarah cut out the words. All she wanted was a picture of him, and that was enough for her.

“She cut around the photo so no one can read the text. He was two when he disappeared. This boy is sixteen or seventeen. If he's Riley, it would mean it's a recent photo.”

“Once Jacob's dead, do you think Sarah Jean would tell us if this is Riley?” JJ wonders.

“No, she won’t,” you shake your head.

“Gideon, she has to know we know.”

Gideon gives one single nod as the two of you head over to Sarah’s cell where she is finished being prepped for the execution chamber. She knows you took her photo which means she knows you know Riley is alive and well. It doesn’t take long for Jacob to be killed, and as soon as he is, you hope Sarah will tell you where Riley is.

“Jacob is gone. He's no longer any threat to Riley. Tell me where he is. We can stop this madness,” Gideon says when he sees her.

“There is no greater gift in life than that of being a parent. Yet so many of us abuse and squander that gift. You can deny being a parent all you want, but I know you are one,” she says to you. “I made my decision fifteen years ago. This has never been about Jacob. It's always been about Riley.”

“That's why we can't let you do this,” you beg.

“This isn't about you and me.”

“I know it isn't. That's why I'm not going to let Riley lose the greatest gift he knew he had,” Gideon declares.

“But that is my gift to him, and I'll not let you destroy that.”

You two leave her cell, and Gideon looks at you with a curious gaze.

“Are you a parent?”

“No. She’s lying,” you shake your head. You refuse to open the locked parts of your mind. There are a lot of secrets back there, and they are locked away for a reason. “We have to find Riley. Come on.”

You two head back to where Penelope and the rest of the gang are.

“Only people Jacob allowed Sarah Jean to know were the family she cleaned for,” Gideon thinks out loud.

“Sarah Jean worked for wealthy families all over Hampton. Let's go over all the families in the state of Florida who were looking to adopt in 1990, and let's see how many lived in Hampton,” Hotch orders, and Penelope goes to work.

“Families looking to adopt... hundreds.”

“How many from Hampton?”

“Uh, three families. The James', the Coulfied's, and the Sheffield's.”

“Looks like the Sheffield's removed themselves from the list in October 1990, and then moved out of Hampton,” you note when you read what’s on her screen.

“That's one month after Riley vanished where did they go?” Gideon asks.

“Uh, Keystone Heights. We got a match on the photo. It was in a piece of local daily news.”

“Call Morgan and Elle and tell them to get to the Sheffield's house.”

You take out your phone and dial Derek’s number with waited breath.

“You got something?” Derek answers.

“Get to the Sheffield’s house. We found her son. Keystone Heights,” you say and give him the address.

“That’s not far from here. We’re on our way.”

“Thanks. Call when you get there,” you say to him and look at Gideon. “He’s going there now.”

“Byran Sheffield,” Spencer reads from the real article the picture came from. “Local cello prodigy, seventeen-year-old Byran Sheffield won a scholarship to play the cello.”

“Let’s go,” Gideon motions for you to follow him.

You rush over to where Charles Diehl is taking Sarah to the execution chamber. They haven’t gone in yet, and you arrive just in time.

“We found him. We found her son,” Gideon reveals to the warden.

“Unless I receive an official stay of execution from the governor, I'm duty-bound to see this through,” he sighs.

“My son is dead, agent Gideon,” Sarah tries.

“I have agents on the way to his house as we speak, and the governor is standing by.”

“Why can you not accept the truth?”

“We can't. This isn't it,” you say emotionally.

“Agents are with in minutes of finding her son, alive,” Gideon says to Charles.

“I am truly sorry,” he sighs and pauses right outside the door. “Hold here.”

“What wouldn't you do for your son to give him a life you could never hope to dream of? I am at peace in the knowledge that my son is free to be whatever he chooses to be.”

“If he knew who you were, do you think he'd choose to allow you to walk in there?” you ask.

“If he knew who his parents were, can you imagine the damage my legacy would leave him?”

“Can you imagine what he would feel? Knowing his mother spent fifteen years on death row, innocent of all charges, just so he can be free of her?” Gideon argues.

“Not me, Jacob. It isn't just my life you have in your hands. It's Riley's life, too. You have the chance to save my son's life.”

“We choose to save yours, too,” you sniffle tearfully.

“My life ended the day I met Jacob,” she repeats herself.

“Gideon, I've got Elle. She says they're at the Sheffield's house,” Penelope says over the earpiece.

“It’s time,” Charles sighs and reaches for Sarah Jean.

“Take your hands off her,” Gideon snaps and speaks into the earpiece next. “Tell Morgan to kick the door and get in the house… whatever it takes. I said take your hands off her.”

“Agent Gideon!”

“A few moments, please,” you beg.

“Gideon, they've got him. What do are we doing here?” Hotch says from next to you two.

“I'm standing here because of choices I've made. Don't let my son be Jacob's last victim. Let me go. Let us both go,” Sarah begs with tears in her eyes.

You can’t help but cry at this because she is an innocent woman being killed for something she never did. Gideon sees this, but he knows he can’t do that to her. It’s all up to Gideon right now, and he makes the right choice.

“Tell Morgan... it's not her son. That we've made a mistake,” he sighs sadly.

“Let him go it's not the boy,” Hotch says into his earpiece.

“Would it be too much to ask if you two are the last faces I see?” she asks of you and Gideon.

“No, it wouldn't,” you whisper.

She gets taken inside the room, and you and Gideon make your way to the gallery where there are other people. You can’t believe they are here to watch a monster die, but you know she is completely innocent. You’re full-on crying right now, but Gideon is keeping it together better than you are.

Sarah Jean sees you two, and she just smiles at the thought of going in peace. You hold eye contact until the black cloth is placed over her head, and you just continue to let the tears fall for the woman who did what she thought was right.

“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world, remains and is immortal." - Albert Pine

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