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Follower Appreciation Post
Okay, first of all.....
I just want to take a moment to say how much I appreciate all my followers and all the friendships I've made here.
And to show my appreciation, I'm going to open my asks for a little drabble event. Here are the parameters:
You can ask me to write anything you want. So yes, @twinkleallnight, this means you can ask for Drake x Olivia 😆
I reserve the right to refuse to fulfill any request for any reason (I can't imagine a situation where this would happen, but I'm covering my bases)
I will endeavor to keep my responses to 500 words or less.
I will accept requests for this challenge through the end of next week. So March 22nd, 2024.
Requests can be for fics, or they can just be questions about any of my existing characters/pairings. In addition to the series on my primary master list, feel free to send asks for Cordonian Royal Airlines or Law's End.
Requests do not have to be TRR though that is the primary fandom I write for.
Just FYI, I likely will not start on these until April.
Choices fandoms I will take requests for:
The Royal Romance
Ride or Die
Bloodbound
Queen B
Open Heart
Romance Club fandoms I will take requests for:
Heaven's Secret
Vying for Versailles
On Thin Ice
Tagging everyone on my "everything" master list under the cut.
@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @nestledonthaveone
@walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @bascmve01 @twinkleallnight
@lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973
@secretaryunpaid @irishgrl2022
@kristinamae093 @tessa-liam
@gabesmommie1130 @queenmiarys
@differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @belencha77
@dcbbw @amandablink @indiacater
@bebepac @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia
@emersyn-in-cordonia @lunaseasblog
@hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader
@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives @gardeningourmet
@sillydg @phoenixrising0308
@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten
@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves
@fangirling12566 @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix
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I know the Choices fandom isn't what it once was. Its heyday has long past. Creators continue to leave, but still, there are some new ones joining, there are creators that have been here since the beginning and are still holding on. The fact that there are so many people still here and creating is just amazing. I am so proud to be a creator in this fandom.
I just wanted to shout out writers that are still posting about what they love, regardless of fandom size, number of notes, etc. They write because they love their characters and that is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your stories with us.
@choicesfandomappreciation : countdown to 2024
This is in no particular order. I have not read all the writers on this list, but think they still deserve a shout out for all of their hard work and dedication.
@lilyoffandoms [masterlist]
@jerzwriter [masterlist]
@trappedinfanfiction [masterlist]
@princess-geek [masterlist]
@peonyblossom [AO3]
@liaromancewriter [masterlist]
@stars-are-within-me [masterlist]
@rafasgirl23415
@lucy-268 [masterlist]
@lorirwritesfanfic [masterlist]
@inlocusmads [masterlist]
@ladylamrian [masterlist]
@aallotarenunelma [AO3]
@jamespotterthefirst [masterlist]
@missameliep [masterlist]
@ao719 [masterlist]
@noesapphic [masterlist]
@saibug1022 [masterlist]
@gutsfics [masterlist]
@twinkleallnight [masterlist]
@cariantha [masterlist]
@peonierose [masterlist]
@angelasscribbles [masterlist]
@harleybeaumont [masterlist]
@karahalloway [masterlist]
@tessa-liam [masterlist]
@alj4890 [masterlist]
@petiteboheme [masterlist]
@starlight-starfury [masterlist]
@a-cloud-for-dreams [masterlist]
@zealouscanonindeer [masterlist]
@tveitertotwrites [masterlist]
@moominofthevalley [masterlist]
@a-crepusculo [masterlist]
@aria-ashryver [masterlist]
@genevievemd [masterlist]
@dcbbw [masterlist]
@rosepetals1
@coffeeheartaddict2 [masterlist]
@kristinamae093 [masterlist]
@potionsprefect [masterlist]
@eadanga [masterlist]
@malthemagnifisent
@linkysmommy[masterlist]
This list is by no means exhaustive, please know that it was not intentional if you were left off!
Please visit @choicesficwriterscreations to find many more writers! You are all brilliant and amazing. Keep doing what you do!
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Song Rewrite Challenge
This will be just like the Rewrite Challenge and the Rewrite Challenge Holiday Edition, except with songs!
Music often inspires and informs our writing, but what if you straight up took a song and rewrote it as a story using your characters?
Here are a couple of examples:
Betrayal by @nestledonthaveone
Social Climber by @angelasscribbles
The rules are simple:
Pick a song
Rewrite it using your characters
Tell us in the header what song you're using as well as what fandom your characters are from.
Tag @choicesprompts <- This part is very important! It ensures that your story gets seen, reblogged, and added to the master list at the end of the event.
Use the hashtags #choicesprompts and #songrewrite
Post/submit by the deadline, which is January 31st, 2024 11:59 p.m. CST
That's it! This is open to ALL choices fandoms!
Go forth, create, and be great!!!
Tagging the general choices prompts interest list under the cut.
@dcbbw @bebepac @karahalloway @harleybeaumont
@twinkleallnight @missameliep @jerzwriter @twinkle-320 @aussiegurl1234
@argylemnwrites @katedrakeohd @peonierose @sillydg
@choicesficwriterscreations
@choicesmonthlychallenge
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Get To Know Me!
Sorry, no scandalous hot gossip here. Just your run of the mill chick.
Thanks to @ao719 and @dcbbw for tagging me for this!
Last Song: Young, Wild & Free
Favorite Color: All the variations of the "Pink" family, turquoise, and most recently Carbon Black Metallic because I got my car back after it being in the shop!
Last Movie: Christmas Deja Vu
Currently Watching: The Brothers Sun
Currently Reading: CE's, I have to renew my license at the end of the month. I refuse this to be a fevered dash pressing "submit" at 11:59pm the night before my license expires.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet > Savory > Spicy . I've never had much of a threshold for spicy food. But i've always had a sweet tooth.
Last thing I googled: Amber Riley Movies
Current Obsession: My budget planner. I'm really trying to upper level adult y'all.
Currently Working On:
Another Cinnamon Spice Chapter
A Rotten Apple Wedding / with an alternate ending twist
Just trying to write more in general!!!!
Tagging in this: @tessa-liam @angelasscribbles and anyone else that wants to share. Consider yourself tagged.
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Week #73 Prompts
This week’s prompts are:
Prompt 1 — “Sometimes I can’t believe that you actually chose me.” -> “I have great taste.”
Prompt 2 — “That was way out of line.”
Prompt 3 — “What do you mean ‘maybe’? That was a yes or no question.”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)
Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.
Post your fic by Saturday, February 24th (11:59 EST).
Happy writing!
*just a reminder that asks are open for those who want to submit their own prompt suggestions!*
Tags: @aallotarenunelma @ao719 @bebepac @blackcatkita @boneandfur @burnsoslow @cadybear420 @charlotteg234 @choicesfanaf @choiceskatie @choicesmonthlychallenge @dcbbw @deb-1106 @emkay512 @foreverethereal123 @jerzwriter @katedrakeohd @kristinamae093 @leelee10898 @lolablackwrites @lucy-268 @mariemarieohcontrary @myglassesareinkansas @neotericthemis @niaellariious @ownworldresident @peonierose @petiteboheme @phoenixrising0308 @polishchoicesfan @queenrileyrose @sfb123 @sincerelyella @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @writing-not @zaffrenotes
(If I’ve missed anyone, I’m so sorry. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tags. If I’m unable to activate your tag, I will try to reach out in the comments!)
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I’m a day late, so here’s a six sentence Monday. Thank you for the tag @kristinamae093 💕
Like most these days, life has happened and has me busier than usual. On top of preparing for the upcoming holidays, I got a puppy last month and he’s certainly been an overachiever when it comes to keeping me on my toes 😵💫 (but he’s adorable, so I’ll let it slide). I’ve been trying to work on stuff as much as I can, however, and I’m hoping to somewhat get back to my normal posting.
Part 12 of …Sometimes Not (hoping to have this posted in the next day or so):
Hovering in the doorway of the master suite inside the estate, Reyna stared at Liam; he was seated on the bed, hunched over with the palm of one hand pressed against his temple, propping his head up and shielding his face from her view. His other hand gripped the top of her journal to keep it open as he read what appeared to be the last page.
Hearing his breath hitch, Reyna’s brows rounded in concern. “Liam?”
When he lifted his red-rimmed gaze and Reyna saw his tear-stained face, she felt her chest tighten as she took a tentative step over the threshold. His brows knit and more tears started to fall as he stared at her for a heartbeat, and in the next, he was standing and moving towards her.
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Part 6 of Us Again:
Katherine furrows her brow. “Is this … is it a work-related thing?”
Even though I expected her to think that, it still hurts when she asks. “No,” I shake my head. “It’s not.”
“I’m confused …”
“About?”
“We … we haven’t gone on a trip that wasn’t duty-related in a long time,” Katherine says. “At least … not together.”
“I think it’s safe to say we’re a bit overdue,” I quip.
“But what about—”
“Eleanor and Lucas are going to have some quality time with their Uncle Drake,” I interrupt again, knowing what she’s wondering. “I spoke with him and made all of the arrangements already.”
Katherine lets out a sigh as she continues to stare at me. “I …” She trails off, shaking her head. “I don’t understand …”
My impassive wall drops and I sigh as I let the emotion I’ve been trying to conceal fill my features. “Katherine …” I speak just above a whisper. “You and I … we’re lost.”
I see her eyes slightly widen as she lets out a breath before she drops my gaze, but not before I see the pain fill her expression. It’s as if hearing me finally acknowledge the truth we’ve both known but have remained silent about out loud has gravely wounded her.
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I’m also working on Chapter 18 of Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 21 of Vancross, Part 10 of Breaking Point, a Guinevere fic that I have no clue if I’ll post or not, and random Liam and Aria smut that serves absolutely no purpose other than self-indulgence because I missed them, but I don’t have much to share from those that either hasn’t already been shared and/or will give a little too much away 🫠 I’m also hoping to post a holiday fic that I planned on writing last year but never got around to it, but we’ll see how that goes.
Tagging to share (no pressure): @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @dcbbw @tessa-liam and anyone else that wants to share 💕
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Tagging @choicesfandomappreciation for Spread Kindness Week! I unfortunately was on holiday while this was on, so I missed the week while it was happening. Still, I do want to put up some (belated and very well deserved) appreciation posts for folks whose writing, art, content or even just simple posts make me smile!
For Day 1, I want to shower some well-deserved praise for the fan community blogs that encourage content creators with their events, competitions and prompts, and who tirelessly work to present hundreds and thousands of creative works in their masterlists. As someone who runs a couple events of my own, I know how strenuous it is and it takes a massive amount of drive and patience to do it on a regular basis!
@choicesficwriterscreations - I know you've gone through a couple tough weeks this month, and I admire how sensitively and compassionately you tried to handle it. So much love to the hosts and I hope you guys go from strength to strength! @jerzwriter and @cfwcmod-lucy, love you!!
@choicesmonthlychallenge - LOVE all your monthly prompts even if I am so sluggish in getting them done! Kudos to every single individual who has run the separate blogs for each month...you're all amazing and I love how each day has three prompts to choose from. You all really spoil us for choice. Loads of love to all the individual hosts - @liaromancewriter, @lilyoffandoms, @lorirwritesfanfic, @lucy-268, @peonyblossom, @songsaboutgirls, @midnightmelodiz and of course the mod of this blog @lovealexhunt!! (Forgive me if I forgot anyone!!)
@choicespride - So much respect for all the events you hold, with such a variety of prompts 💜 Picture prompts, dialogue prompts, scene prompts...you name it, we'll find it. And all the weeks are so amazing!! Much love to @peonyblossom and @songsaboutgirls, once again!
@choicesflashfics - I can't help but be in awe of how you put out all these great dialogue prompts week after week! And all different and easy to incorporate into stories. I admire your drive and efficiency!
@choicesprompts - Love the variety of activities happening in this blog!! The rewrite challenges...the prompts...the round robins and collabs - I've never actually been confident enough to participate yet but I really love how you bring so many writers together!! Lots of love to @angelasscribbles and @dcbbw for this blog!
@choicesholidays - Again, this blog keeps track of so many holidays and tries to include them all, and I really admire that! They've done great work 🤗🤗🤗 Again, much love to @angelasscribbles!!
@moodmusicmonday - Love the way you encourage us to share the music that inspires us to write!!
@wordwarriors - An amazing community - we try to meet up every month to discuss aspects of writing and how to improve on it, as well as how we can make our own writing more interesting. I love this little community!!
And of course all the character and book appreciation weeks! @drake-walker-appreciation @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation, @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week - these are the only ones I recall seeing rn but if there are others do let me know!! Loads of love to @angelasscribbles, @karahalloway, @harleybeaumont! SO MUCH LOVE to my amazing co-host for all my character weeks too, @sazanes!!
My lovely Discord Gang!! I have such amazing discussions with them 💜💜💜 @cassiopeiacorvus, @thecapturedafrique and @mand-delemonde - love you all!!
Also to the people who send me such nice inbox messages including @peonierose and @lovealexhunt - I'm very poor at responding to them, but do know I appreciate what you're doing so much ❤️🥰❤️
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Saturday Survey 7.29.23
First of all, my main blog is still marked as explicit. While waiting for Tumblr review to figure things out, I had an idea for a new story. I dismissed the idea because hello, I have 12 in process series as it is. But five of them are close to completion and this idea keeps popping back in my head.
I'm not saying I'm going to write it for sure, but let's see who likes the idea.
Riley is crown princess, the crown has passed from oldest daughter to oldest daughter in an unbroken line since the time of Kenna Rys. Liam, Leo, Bertrand, Maxwell, and Rashad are all suitors from the Cordonian noble houses in competition for the future queen. Maybe some foreign nobles like Bradshaw Achilles for good measure.
My first idea was Drake is a commoner she met in NY who shows up unexpectedly at the masquerade ball. But I'm not sure I want to write the social season again. Maybe she meets him when he shows up to apply for a position in the queen's guard.
At any rate, the power dynamic is flipped. More The Bachelorette than The Bachelor.
Tagging my permas under the cut
@karahalloway @harleybeaumont @nestledonthaveone @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973 @secretaryunpaid
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @kristinamae093 @tessa-liam
@differenttyphoonwerewolf @queenmiarys @emersyn-in-cordonia
@bascmve01 @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234
@dcbbw @amandablink @indiacater @bebepac
@lunaseasblog @belencha77 @gabesmommie1130
@jared2612 @hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader
@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives @gardeningourmet
@sillydg @phoenixrising0308
@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten
@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves
@fangirling12566 @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix
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for Robin @dcbbw, my secret pal!! here's liam and riley (who i sincerely hope i did justice (;;;*_*) i'm really sorry if i got her design wrong!)
i've never really read TRR or anything else from the franchise but i read a few of your works and they're so captivating!! i was enthralled the entire time i was reading, i especially love how you write and express the different rileys!! they have so much personality and i enjoyed reading her interactions with liam and the other characters!
happy holidays, i hope you enjoy your gift! 💛
(thank you for hosting the event, Dani!! @choicesfandomappreciation)
#choicessecretpal22#secret pal exchange#the royal romance#king liam rys#king liam x mc#riley brooks#hydn.jpg
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Hello Again!
Hi everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to say hello. I have been back on the platform for a week or two with a new handle @annabellewynter, however, I was on Tumblr and part of the Choices community for many years as speedyoperarascalparty. I decided a few years ago to leave Tumblr for personal reasons and recently I took a long hiatus from writing at all.
I’ve learned several things in my time away, and I think I’ve done a little growing up too. I thought I might share a few of the lessons I had to learn the hard way, in case it helps any people here that are struggling with whether to step away, deactivate, etc.
I do not recall how many followers I had when I left Tumblr. Although it may have felt like it mattered at the time, it truly does not, so please try not to let that be a focus for you.
I can not remember how many comments any one of my stories received, how many likes, reblogs, etc. But at the time, it seemed to be the ONLY measure of success I cared about
I do remember the moments when writing felt great. The times that a storyline clicked, I got that feeling in my stomach of euphoria. That’s what writing should feel like and it’s the reason I came back.
I also remember feeling emotionally taxed, judged, and pressured to make others happy and to compare myself to others who are more popular/well-read, or successful than myself. This came from my insecurities and no one else.
So this time around, I have rejoined the platform for me. I am writing my own stories, with my original characters. Some of the stories will be former TRR ones that I started and never finished. Some will look similar in parts and very different in others. But, I am writing for me this time, on my timeline and content I truly enjoy. If you feel like reading, you are welcome to. If it's not your cup of tea, no hard feelings in any way. Do what is right for you.
I am not really reading choices fanfiction at this point but will certainly check out a story here and there, particularly if you need a little support or encouragement, so feel free to tag me.
I am also here for anyone who might currently be feeling the way I was and would like to chat. I will not judge you, I will not talk negatively behind anyone’s back or hold any grudges. My purpose in posting this is to share my journey in the event it helps you on your own.
I wish you all the best!
Formerly,
Pamela Walker, speedyoperarascalparty,
Currently,
Annabelle Wynter
I have no idea who is even on this platform anymore, so just tagging a few of my former mutuals.
@leelee10898 @kingliam2019 @gnatbrain @jovialyouthmusic @riseandshinelittleblossom @twinkleallnight @nestledonthaveone @sweetest-marbear @bascmve01 @kimmiedoo5 @sirbeepsalot @axwalker @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @tinkie1973 @bebepac
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Catch and Release
I’m back, Tumblr! Unsure if anyone even realized I was gone, but I have missed sharing stories with you guys. I am slowly easing my way back into writing on a somewhat semi-regular basis; currently working on a couple of items on my WIP Wishlist, and Stormholt.
First up is a story that is my “hold my beer” response to a recent conversation I had with @ao719 about how Liam would never be a cold-hearted asshole EVER, even in the face of betrayal. This is a rewrite of the Drake and candles scene during the Homecoming Ball, sans assassins.
This is a one-shot, but already toying with an alternate version ….
THANK YOU to all who read this over in parts and pieces! The key smashes and follow-up questions reminded me why I love writing, and sharing on this hellsite.
To those who will read this, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you realize.
Please excuse any and all typos, grammatical errors, and missing/extraneous words. MS Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.
Song Inspo: Fine Line, Harry Styles
Pairings: Liam x Riley, Drake x Riley
Rating: M for Mature for a smallish, unripe lemon
Word Count: 3,213
I can’t breathe.
My arms are stiff by my sides, hands tightly clenched into fists. The pain in my heart aches and pulses with every breath I draw. The rage that boils my blood also tightens my throat. Images flicker through my brain, snapshots of the scene I walked in on. Even as my mind reels from the betrayal and my heart falls into a million pieces that shred me from the inside out, I still try to justify and deny.
My eyes are fixed on my fiancée who still sits on the edge of her bed; her eyes are trained on her slip-covered lap. I notice the fingers of one of her hands comb through her hair; the other hand lays limply against silk sheets.
Her skin is golden in the candlelight, her hitched sobs mixing with the crackle and hiss of the wax torches’ flames. For reasons known only to Drake and Riley, there are dozens of lit candles covering nearly every available surface. No lamplight, no overhead lighting.
Just candles.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the only woman I’ve ever hated.
No. I don’t hate her, not really. But in this very moment, I see why crimes of passion are committed.
Drake. Naked. Kissing her neck before their lips lock in a heated kiss.
Riley. Clad in only a slip. One of her hands stroking his member as she slides to her knees.
“Liam,” she says softly in a quavering voice.
I shake my head slowly. “No, Riley. Whatever you have to say right now, I don’t want to hear it.”
She swings her leg; it’s a nervous habit she has. One of the swings increases into a stretch and I wonder if it’s deliberate. Her leg is long and tanned; my eyes take in a luscious thigh leading into a toned calf that flows into a shapely ankle. Her perfectly manicured toes point downward as she arches her foot.
Her limb is suspended for a moment too long before it falls.
The moment it takes for my cock to stiffen and butterflies to take up residence in my stomach.
She turns her face towards me; I see her lipstick smeared across her mouth, shiny streaks on her cheeks, and regret in her eyes.
Regret. Not remorse.
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Her voice is thick with tears.
Our relationship has been littered with apologies … always from me … beginning with our first meeting. If I could, I would laugh at the irony that the one apology I find myself repeating stemmed from accusations of the American suitor being unfaithful to the future King.
The rumors weren’t so unfounded after all.
This is her first admission of guilt and/or wrongdoing our entire time together.
She has no choice.
I attempt a deep inhale, but my chest is too tight.
The wedding is in one week.
“Yes, Liam yes!!! A THOUSAND TIMES, yes!”
Tonight is the Homecoming Ball; a celebration of many things, including our engagement.
I caught her … them … the woman I love madly, truly, deeply and the man I trust more than anything in the world … preparing to indulge in an act I consider so sacred, I have never dared to ask her to perform it while we are merely engaged.
I manage to choke out a single question. “Why?”
Her shoulders slump as her head falls forward, causing her hair to cover her profile. “It hasn’t been going on long; it started on the Engagement Tour. I told him in Vegas that what we had would have to end.”
I watched her leave the stag-and-doe party arm-in-arm with Drake Walker. My best friend, with whom Riley wanted to have a fling. She swore it was a one-time affair; she was so much in love with me, but she wished to satisfy her curiosity.
I attempted to leave first, but I was not only one of the honorees, I was also King.
Per traditional protocol, the King is the last to leave.
So I remained behind, drinking copious amounts of American liquor, making small talk in a loud voice so as to be heard over noisy music, and dancing with women I had previously rejected.
All while Riley spent the night with another man.
“But it hasn’t,” I interrupt harshly, abruptly.
Her gaze lands briefly upon me, an irritated scowl marring her features. “I don’t love him,” she says simply, as if that excused everything.
I turn away from her; as disgusted as I am, I still find Riley Brooks distractingly desirable. I say that as if we’ve been treading this road of infidelity and discovery for years and years. Except it’s only been months since we first met, and if I hadn’t come looking for her this evening, I still would be none the wiser.
She was in my arms, kissing me deeply as we waltzed our way around the ballroom barely an hour ago.
We beamed brightly at each other and the crowd as the gathering toasted us with champagne and strawberries.
I smoked a celebratory cigar with Drake.
An hour ago, I was the luckiest man in the world. I was happy.
Now ... I’m heartbroken.
I stumble my way towards a wingback chair, pausing to shrug out of my dinner jacket and drape it across the back of it. I sit heavily, legs spread slightly apart; I push off my shoes and undo my tie while maintaining eye contact with my fiancée.
“I’m highly upset with you, Riley. This … this has hurt me. Deeply.”
“I know,” she whispers as the back of her hand swipes at errant tears. “Other than promising that this will never happen again, what can I do to make it up to you?”
The pad of my forefinger taps my chin thoughtfully as my eyes scan the room. I see the flames flicker and dance in silhouette against the walls. One of Drake’s shoes lies on its side near her night table.
When I cleared my throat to announce my presence, his eyes had gone wide as his face paled. Drake gathered his clothing, trying vainly to make eye contact with Riley; however, she was suddenly fascinated with the pattern decorating the carpet.
I could practically hear his unspoken question to her: What does this mean for us?
In less than a minute, my “best friend” was half-dressed and ran out, not speaking one word to either me or Riley.
“I’m not sure. You know I harbor trust issues about being open, honest … vulnerable, with women. No one’s ever wanted Liam for Liam; I have always been merely a conduit to bigger and better.”
And apparently, best friends.
“Liam, I love YOU. Not your moniker, not your wealth. Tonight … with Drake … was a moment of weakness! YOU are my bigger and better!
I arch an eyebrow. “Whatever the excuse, your love for me doesn’t diminish the lust you have for him.”
She has the decency to look ashamed.
“Please, Liam! It won’t happen again, I swear it! You mean too much to me! Just tell me how to make this up to you!”
Her pleas are urgent, not fervent. Insincere, almost.
I find the lack of apology perturbing.
It is obvious she has no idea the jeopardy she has put me, and our relationship in. Very few at Court are in favor of our impending nuptials due to the simple fact that a union with a foreign commoner yields nothing for the Crown. A marriage with Riley does not increase Cordonia’s landholdings; it does not give the country seats at tables where we are already overlooked; I, and by extension Cordonia, gain absolutely nothing from this.
Riley is the only winner here.
And I don’t care.
The last thing my country is worried about is its fiscal health. Our prosperity is guaranteed for the next 80 generations without investments and development. All I wanted from Riley was her love and loyalty; with that, I would be able to scale mountains and slay dragons. But even the bare minimum I require is too much for her to give.
But I’m in love with her. Even now, I can’t not be with her in some fashion. I need to know that she is still mine, even if only in the basest of ways.
I unfasten my belt buckle and undo my pant button; my cock is uncomfortably hard. I crook my finger, beckoning her to me, wondering how many times the woman I have put first, the woman who influences my thoughts, actions, my very decisions has given me sloppy seconds.
An expression fleetingly crosses Riley’s face; I am uncertain if it’s hope or smugness. After a moment’s hesitation, her walk of shame towards me is contrite, yet confident. Like a child who knows they’ve done wrong but realizes a way of escaping punishment.
I tug my zipper down before slipping my hand inside to release my raging erection. The head of my cock is purplish in the muted lighting and pre-cum leaks from the tip. My hips arch upwards as I begin to pull my pants and underwear down. My eyes glance up to see Riley standing expectantly before me.
It reminds me of our first meeting in that bar in Brooklyn.
“A little help would be nice,” I quip with a small smile that doesn’t feel quite right.
She kneels before me, pulling and tugging at my trousers and silk boxers. My eyes are trained on the rounded tops of her cleavage as my hand slowly slides along my member. Once Riley’s task is finished, she looks up at me with repentant eyes.
“Do you forgive me, Liam?” Her voice is hesitant, her tone tentative.
I lean forward, the back of my fingertips caressing the curve of her cheek. “I’m in love with you, Riley. There’s nothing to forgive,” I assure her in a soft whisper.
She leans into my palm. “I love you so much. I’ll never lie to you, or hurt you ever again,” she promises.
I aim my cock towards her plump lips, still smeared from her earlier kiss with Drake. Small halos of smoke wreath her hair.
“Would you … could you … perform oral on me?” My voice is shy, hesitant. Even in the face of her obvious infidelity, I am uncomfortable asking her this.
Her eyes fill with relief that forgiveness would come so easily, and wariness at the request. “You’ve never asked for that before.”
I lock eyes with her before quietly replying, “We’re betrothed.”
She nods in understanding. If that act is good enough for her lover, it’s certainly good enough for the man who will make her Queen.
Riley places her palms flat against the top of my thighs; her head dips and I feel the tip of her tongue lightly lick my balls. It tickles, but no mirth escapes my lips. Without thought my hand drifts to the top of her head, fingers combing through her soft hair.
The flat of her tongue licks wetly up the underside of my cock while she cups a hand to fondle my balls. I stare down at her cleavage, the rounded tops of her breasts teasing me as they rise and fall in time with her breathing and ministrations.
My head falls back against the chair’s headrest when her mouth opens wide enough to engulf half of my cock. When she has a tad over half of me in her mouth, she hollows her cheeks and snakes her tongue around my erection while stroking its base.
Memories and images flash in my mind as my hand tightens its grip on her hair.
Kismet.
The Masquerade Ball
Hedge Maze
Cronuts
Forgotten Falls
Deep pants escape my lips as I simultaneously lift my head and slide down further into the chair; my hips arch upwards. Riley’s head bobs as she sucks me. A thin line of drool ekes from a corner of her mouth. My cock eases deeper down her throat, and my hand pulls and pushes at her head to get to take all of me.
I close my eyes as her warm mouth tightens around me.
Coronation Night
Fydelia
Barn Raising
Italy
Her gagging breaks my reverie and hardens my cock even more. I sit up, my palms pressed against either side of her skull as I begin fucking her mouth. Her eyes are closed; bliss or boredom, I don’t know. Her lashes are dark against her skin.
“Look at me,” I order in a voice that isn’t mine.
Obediently her eyes open; her jaw and chin are wet with spittle and pre-cum. She continues to suck me, emitting low moans over my member. My strokes get faster, longer, rougher. My balls are heavy, and I feel a tightening in my muscles before the last image flashes before me.
The scene I walked in on.
With a harsh yank, I pull her even further down onto my cock as I push myself down her esophagus as far as I can. A primal yell rips from my throat as an intense orgasm comes over me. My body shudders and convulses as ropes of white cream pulse out of me.
As my seed fills my fiancée’s mouth and spills down her throat, I forcefully tug her hair so she is looking up at me; her eyes are questioning.
It takes me a moment to compose myself and catch my breath. I watch Riley swallow all that I have given her.
“The engagement is off. Our relationship is over. I am finished, do you understand me?” My voice is gravelly, tone firm. “You shall retain your title of Duchess, and ownership of Duchy Valtoria, but you will never be my Queen.”
Fright and fear fill her eyes. The heels of her hands press deeper into my flesh as she attempts to pull away from my cock, but I don’t relinquish my hold.
“A press release will go out tomorrow afternoon, after security and housekeeping move you and your belongings to the South Wing. I think you will appreciate being closer to Drake Walker.”
I release Riley’s hair, and she falls back on her haunches.
“WHAT are you talking about??” she demands angrily.
I stand and begin collecting my clothing; I step into my boxers, glancing over at her.
“I trust you fully comprehend what I just stated. I believe I communicated openly and honestly what our next steps are. Already, I have offered you more than you or Drake have ever given me.”
I glance at her left hand; the engagement ring glints in the light. “I would like my ring back, please.”
I am tucking my shirt into my pants when I see her rise from the floor and come at me, fists flailing. Her pummels upon my arm and shoulder are no surprise.
“YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” she rasps as her fists beat on my shirt. “YOU JUST SAID THERE IS NOTHING TO FORGIVE!”
I do not defend myself against the attack; I merely sidestep and continue dressing.
“And there isn’t. I will once again assume the guilt and blame for your lack of transparency and communication. But this is the last time. We’re over.”
I reach for my jacket from the back of the chair and begin to pull it on. Riley’s face is twisted in rage and hurt; her eyes are narrowed into slits.
I look her over impassively and hold my hand out, palm up. “The ring, Lady Riley.”
“FUCK YOU,” she shrieks. “This is ALLLL your fault, and you KNOW IT! If you had never picked Madeleine …”
“I picked her because neither you nor your lover felt the need to tell me what happened in Applewood, something I have never been offered an assurance or reason for. I made a decision for your safety and protection with absolutely no context. I have apologized and explained this to you over and over and over again.”
Riley blanches before playing her last card. “My BEST protection would’ve been with you, under your care!”
“My engagement to Madeleine was the most viable protection. With all eyes on me and my fiancée, it took the target off you, and freed up our friend circle to freely pursue Tariq with the aid of my HEAD GUARD!”
I cut my eyes at her. “Presumably you were too busy justifying spending all of your time with another to even consider that I was the doing the very best I could in a situation that I was blindly thrust into.”
I jostle my hand impatiently. “The ring,” I remind her.
Her mouth hangs open slightly, her eyes baffled as she slowly pulls off the engagement ring. Her fingers hover above my palm before dropping the jewelry into it.
“Liam, why are you doing this to me? To us?” she asks brokenly.
I am slipping the ring into my jacket pocket; I pause to look up at her in puzzlement.
“Me? You did this, Riley. You have been holding onto one incident our entire relationship while committing multiple transgressions against my love for you. You accepted my proposal. You betrayed my trust when it was unnecessary. I’ve been the one saying sorry, being tormented by guilt, feeling less than for not being there to protect and defend you. And the whole while, you were with Drake.”
“I was single when I was with Drake!” she hollers.
“Were you single after accepting my proposal? Were you single tonight when you were getting on your knees for him?” I challenge in a cold voice.
Riley looks around helplessly before offering more feeble excuses. “I was tipsy! He caught me in a moment of weakness! I SWEAR to you, it’ll never happen again!”
I am at the door, my hand on the doorknob, twisting it.
“Liam, you still love me! I never stopped loving you. We can work through this!” Her words are rushed, laced with desperation.
But they strike a nerve, sparking hope.
My head drops and my eyes close; my feelings and her words tumble in my brain. I breathe out a deep sigh and turn to look at her.
“You want me to forgive you, yet you have never forgiven me.”
The door is slightly ajar and light from the hall spills into the doorway; chatter and merriment from the party can be heard. It muffles the last break of my heart. But I do not leave immediately. Instead, my hand falls from the knob, and I deliberately make my way back to her.
The merest of fractions separates us. My eyes take in her tousled hair, ruined makeup, her curves and swells making an hourglass of the slip.
I pull her in for an embrace, which she eagerly responds to. Her body fits perfectly against mine as it always has. Familiar scents assail my nostrils: strawberry shampoo, coconut rose lotion, jasmine and vanilla perfume.
I wonder if I’m making a mistake.
“Riley, I am in love with you but it’s apparent that even with all my wealth and resources, it isn’t enough for you. I’m not enough for you. We both deserve to be people who will find us ... sufficient, not supplemental.”
She is silent as tears fill her eyes again; I brush them away from her lashes and cheekbones before I place a gentle, lingering kiss on her forehead.
Her lack of reassurances and promises tells me I’m not.
“Thank you for giving me the Drake Walker treatment,” I say politely as my eyes burn from smoke and unshed tears.
And I let her go.
Her hand reaches for me, but she lets it fall as she watches me exit the room, closing the door quietly behind me.
Tagging: @jared2612 @marietrinmimi @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @beezm@gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @gardeningourmet @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @alj4890 @lovingchoices14 @lady-calypso @choicesficwriterscreations @queenjilian
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Getting to Know You Better
First of all, thank you so much to @peonierose, @queenmiarys
@dcbbw and @bebepac for the tag!!!
Second of all, I apologize for how utterly late I am in my response.
Here are my answers:
Last Song: Another Level by Oh the Larceny
Favorite color(s): blue
Currently watching: Found and Irrational (I do love the crime procedurals!)
Last movie: The Creator
Currently reading: Spare
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory all the way! I don’t like spicy food generally (unless it’s cream cheese stuffed jalapenos) but I love Mexican food. My husband tells me this is an oxymoron, but I stand by it. And though I like savory food, I cannot live without my sweet tea! (That’s the Texas girl in me, Yee Haw!)
Last thing I googled: “Hell or Highwater Walkthrough” (it’s a romance club game and there is a free diamond rush event going on right now)
Current obsession(s): 1. My playlist for Insurrection. 2. historical research on King Louis the 14th and prominent members of his court, emphasis on the openly queer folks (despite it being against the law, but if you were a prince then hey). 3. LGBTQ stickers. I have them on everything…my laptop, my water bottles, the back of my car…..
Currently working on: A Valentine’s Day one-shot from The Agreement. It’s a flashback to when Riley and Drake’s marriage started to become real.
Clean copy:
Last Song:
Favorite color(s):
Currently watching:
Last movie:
Currently reading:
Sweet/Spicy/Savory:
Last thing I googled:
Current obsession(s):
Currently working on:
Tagging some peeps under the cut, but please, anyone and everyone who wants to is welcome to play!!!!
@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @nestledonthaveone
@walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @bascmve01 @twinkleallnight
@lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973
@secretaryunpaid @irishgrl2022
@kristinamae093 @tessa-liam @gabesmommie1130 @queenmiarys
@differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @belencha77
@dcbbw @amandablink @indiacater
@bebepac @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia
@emersyn-in-cordonia @lunaseasblog
@hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader
@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives @gardeningourmet
@sillydg @phoenixrising0308
@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten
@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves
@fangirling12566 @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix
@jerzwriter @petiteboheme @storyofmychoices
@thetruearchmagos @talesofsorrowandruin @apollowritesstuff @eli-writes-believe-it-or-not @little-mouse-gardens @brieflyinfatuated @justafunctionalmess @writingpotato07 @hannahsrambles2
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Choices Spread Kindness Celebration
I’m late as always.. but I wanted to give some shout outs!
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First off- To all my readers. The fact that there are people out there who want to read things that come from my brain still astounds me! I am so thankful for you all for taking the time to read what I write. Every like, comment, share, and DM brings me so much happiness and makes my day! 💕 So THANK YOU so much!
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Second - To other writers. You guys are the reason I came to tumblr and your writing encouraged me to attempt to write my own fics. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve stayed up late binge reading a series or one shots I found on here. And I LOVED every minute of it! I know it takes a lot of time to put your ideas down on paper (or laptop), not to mention editing, making moodboards, etc - So thank you so much for sharing your stories with the rest of us!
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I also missed Artist Love day, but I need to give you all a shout out as well! I have seen so many amazing art commissions on here and recently I got my first one! I still have to write the chapter (it’ll be soon) before I post it, but this artist did a fantastic job and I want to give them some love! I cant WAIT to show it to you. Not only is @weetlebeetle an amazing artist, they are also extremely kind and a joy to work with. Highly recommended! ❤️
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I also want to give a shout out to those who create events like this and share our stories that keep the fandom alive. I know I’m still relatively new here, but I have seen some of the sweetest people go out of their way to include me and others and make sure our work gets shared. So thank you! What you do is so important and we appreciate it! @lovealexhunt @jerzwriter @lucy268-mod @choicesficwriterscreations
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Tagging everyone on my tag list so you all know how much I appreciate and love you! I have made some amazing friends on here and I’m so grateful to have met you! (if I’ve missed anyone it is not intentional!)
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @angelasscribbles @xpandass420x @tessa-liam @nestledonthaveone @yolandawalker @lovingchoices14 @queenmiarys @twinkleallnight @differenttyphoonwerewolf @persephone13 @phoenixrising0308 @3pawandme @peonierose @bebepac @karahalloway @princessleac1 @honey358luv @officiallyunofficialperson @yourfavaquarius111 @kingliam2019 @cathx91 @walkerdrakewalker @kat-tia801 @marshmallowsandfire @lunaseasblog @belencha77 @iaminlovewithtrr @malblk21 @busywoman @cordonianprincess @tinkie1973 @riseandshinelittleblossom @twinkle-320 @21-wishes @shannonwrote @squid-princess-teach-swallow
also want to give some love to @secretaryunpaid @ladylamrian @dcbbw @lacyb16 @princess-geek @flowerpowell @aallotarenunelma for always being so kind when we’ve interacted!
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Spring Writing Reblog Game Prompt 1
Answer for yourself or your MC (or whatever character you wish to!)
Answer in a reblog
Tag however many you wish to play along!
What is your favorite thing about the spring season and why?
Tagging some people I think will enjoy it, no pressure to participate whatsoever! Please let me know if anyone wants to be added to the list for future prompts!!
@karahalloway @harleybeaumont @aussiegurl1234 @alj4890
@nestledonthaveone @peonierose @dcbbw @bebepac @kingliam2019 @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @storyofmychoices
@secretaryunpaid @walkerdrakewalker
@bascmve01 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @twinkleallnight
@kristinamae093 @indiacater @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads
@lizzybeth1986 @noesapphic @thedistantshoresproject @petiteboheme @thosehallowedhalls @liaromancewriter @justcallmefox89
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Hold On
“Quote Me on This” Prompt Challenge: I was given the quote “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other”. It appears in the mood board below and will be bolded in the story.
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Riley & Drake, Liam & Olivia
Rating: MA
Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, mildly graphic details of injuries
Disclaimer: I am not a healthcare professional, all details of medical care and injuries are fictional dramatizations for the purposes of this story and I do not proclaim them to be accurate in real life.
Word Count: 3796 (sorry!)
A/N: After receiving multiple requests for a follow up to my Choices Prompt Challenge submission ‘Promise Me’ (read here), I decided to use this challenge to answer the call. If you haven’t read that one, this one won’t make much sense. There is a time jump between that story and this one, and this is long so I could wrap this up without turning it into a mini-series :)
A/N 2: I kept this in the first person from Riley’s POV in keeping with the style of ‘Promise Me’ but it does jump between present and past tense with Riley thinking back on the time between where that story ended and where she is now. Please forgive any errors in grammar or tense, as this is not my usual style.
Quote Me on This Challenge Tags: @dcbbw @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @twinkleallnight @argylemnwrites @yourquietarioso @bebepac @peonierose @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom @angelasscribbles @harleybeaumont
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“I’m sorry, Lucas. I really am, but I can’t come back yet…” I nod as if I’m on a video chat, but I know my boss can’t see me. “No, no…it’s fine. I understand and I appreciate you accommodating me as long as you have. I’ve loved my time with the firm and I’m grateful for the opportunity you gave me…Yes, thank you Lucas…you too.” When the line goes dead, my body shakes with the sob I’ve been holding in.
Outside it’s a rainy day but there is just enough light from the setting sun to allow me to catch my reflection in the window. In the mirrored image, the tears running down my cheeks blend with the raindrops on the window. Just beyond the glass, life goes on and the world moves forward, but inside these walls, I feel like time is standing still.
It’s been seven months since I returned to Cordonia and I’ve been trying to balance life back home with my need to be here. To say it isn’t going well would be an understatement.
For the first time in my life, I was just fired from a job or, ‘let go’, as Lucas had delicately put it. It should feel crushing to lose my dream job but honestly, I can’t blame them. My clients need and deserve an attorney and agent that can give them undivided attention and I can’t do that right now. I’ve been working remotely, filing motions, writing briefs, and negotiating contracts but I can’t provide that personal touch from thousands of miles away and when you’re dealing with athletes and actors like I am, that personal touch means everything.
I feel myself on the edge of a breakdown and I can’t allow myself to lose my shit right now; not here. Mere feet from where I stand, watching the sky weep with me, the man I love is lying in a bed, still fighting for his life. Machines beep as they monitor every aspect of his body and vitals, and the spikes on the brainwave monitor are all the proof I need that he can hear me, so losing it in front of him is not an option.
Moving to the far side of his bed, away from the monitors, I brush his chestnut brown hair away from his eyes and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “You are in desperate need of a haircut, my love,” I whisper. “I love you. I’ll be right back.”
Across from me, the monitor beeps, registering another spike. It always does after I tell him I love him. While I long for nothing more than to hear his voice, I’ve started to think of the beeps as him saying ‘I love you too’.
Unable to fight the tears any longer I rush from the room, and head for my suite right next door. Most people would exploit their friendship with a king by asking for political favors or seeking personal gain but all I want is permission to stay here around the clock. Of course, I have a room at the palace too for those days where Liam insists that I need a break which was initially once a week but he has become more insistent more often recently.
My visits to the palace are bittersweet. I love spending time with Olivia and the kids but…I hate myself for the resentment I feel. I never let it show, it wouldn’t be fair to Liv. She is carrying around a hefty dose of survivors’ guilt as it is but…I can’t stop myself from thinking it.
Five minutes after I curl up on the bed and fall apart, my breakdown is interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Excuse me, Riley?” Dr. Hastings says, peeking his head in. I’m not pleased with the intrusion but I’m glad I’ve finally broken him of calling me Ms. Nevin.
“Hi Dr. Hastings,” I say, sitting up and wiping away my tears.
“Shift change is coming up, I just thought I’d give you a run-down of today’s tests and vitals.”
All I can do is nod my head and prepare myself to hear more of the same. I used to hold onto hope for each update but now that the physical wounds have healed and the threat of infection is gone, the updates are nothing more than a recitation of fluctuating brain activity and stable vitals.
I nod along, glassy-eyed as Dr. Hastings goes over the usual.
“I’m sorry, Riley. I know you’re hoping for big changes and progress,” he says, registering my disappointment. “But I continue to be encouraged by Drake’s brain activity. His mind is reacting to stimuli with more frequency.”
“Then why hasn’t he woken up?” I cry.
“I wish I had an answer for that,” he replied sadly. “All we can do is continue to push his body to respond in the same way his brain does. We’ve been seeing results. If you’d like to stay for tomorrow’s tests, you can see for yourself.
“No,” I shake my head, “I…I can’t.”
I used to stay for the tests but it’s terrifying and heartbreaking. The tests consist of weaning Drake off the ventilator gradually. His lungs do respond, and he attempts to breath on his own which I know is encouraging, but every so often he makes sounds like he’s choking or struggling, and I can’t handle it.
“I understand,” Dr. Hastings nods. “I hope you get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Just as he turns to go, we are both surprised to see Liam entering my room.
“Riley, Dr. Hastings…good evening,” the king says. “Did I miss today’s update?”
Dr. Hastings bows. Though he finally uses my first name, he refuses to break protocol when it comes to royalty. “I’d be happy to go over it again, Your Majesty.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Liam replies. “I’m sure Riley can give me a run down.”
I nod, knowing that Liam can already tell by looking at me that nothing’s changed. With a final bow, Dr. Hastings departs and Liam takes a seat beside me on the bed.
“Rough day?”
“You have no idea,” I sigh.
“Why don’t you fill me in?”
“Well…for starters, I lost my job…”
“Oh, Riley…I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be…I knew it was coming eventually. I’m surprised they worked with me this long. But, without an income, I’m going to have to put my condo on the market.”
“No, don’t do that. I can assist you in holding onto it.”
“I can’t take money from you Liam…”
“You wouldn’t be. Rashad is quite busy with Sloane Enterprises these days. I could use another contract attorney on my legal team to pick up the overflow work.”
“Liam…I’d be happy to help but I’m still selling the condo. There’s no reason to keep it and I can’t keep asking my dad to make the drive to Tampa to check on things for me. For now…my home is wherever Drake is,” I say, feeling the crushing weight of sadness again.
“I got the sense that Dr. Hastings didn’t have good news.”
I shrug. “It was the same as any other day, no better, no worse.
“This is to be expected when dealing with traumatic brain injury.”
“All the imaging shows his brain is healing,” I protest.
“Yes,” Liam nods, “which is all the more reason to be hopeful. You know how extensive his injuries were. I truly believe this coma is his body’s way of taking all the time it needs to heal. He’s been beating the odds since you got here.”
Logically, I know Liam is right. Drake’s body went through hell and on the night I arrived seven months ago, they didn’t expect him to make it beyond another twenty-four hours. The first time I walked into that room, Liam had to keep me on my feet; I could barely tell it was Drake in the bed.
On our flight from Philly to Cordonia, Liam had tried to tell me what to expect but it was a difficult conversation to get through and quite honestly nothing could have prepared me. I was shocked to learn that Drake had joined the guard. Liam had tried to convince him to finish his veterinary degree and refused to appointment him to the guard, but Drake didn’t want an appointment handed to him anyway. He earned his way in by joining the military; after two years of exemplary service, he earned the Cordonia Medal of Honor and his commanding officer recommended him for the guard. Drake was immediately assigned to head of Olivia’s detail. In true Olivia fashion, she had scared off all her previous guards and they hoped Drake could put up with her. I still can’t believe that those two managed to coexist as long as they did but Liam assures me they had become quite close.
I learned all about the Sons of the Earth and their leader, my former press secretary, Justin, AKA Anton Severus…his secret marriage to Olivia, his plots to kill Liam and take the throne, his death, and the rebel factions that carried on his evil legacy. Olivia had been relatively safe when he was alive because he needed her for his plan, but once he was gone and she was married to Liam, she became a target of the rebels.
Two days before Liam came to Hill Heights, a rebel uprising attacked Olivia’s motorcade on their way out of Lythikos and isolated the lead SUV. On a hunch, Drake had anticipated a possible attack and ordered Liv into one of the secondary vehicles with a whole team of guards while he rode lead with a decoy. A rendezvous point had been established as a contingency if the motorcade got separated. Off their plotted course, the lead car encountered a roadside bomb which flipped the car and sent it up in flames and the rebels riddled it with bullets before taking off. By all rights, no one should have survived but the driver managed to free himself and pull Drake out just before the car fully exploded and succumbing to his own injuries.
When they failed to arrive at the rendezvous point, Liv ordered all but the six men guarding her back to look for them. That’s when they found Drake and the driver on the side of the road, unconscious with life-threatening injuries, and the other two guards in the car, dead. Both men were airlifted to the Capitol where the race to save their life began. Drake had suffered a head injury from the blast and multiple gunshot wounds from the rebels’ indiscriminate firing spree. Two bullets struck major organs. Hours of surgery were required, and it was touch and go.
I can’t try to explain the extent of the injuries or even all that went into attempting to save him, but I do know he looked like he’d been to a war zone when I saw him. His skull was open to relieve the pressure on his brain, vacuum drains were attached to multiple wounds where they had opened him up to repair internal damage and remove bullet fragments, and his left leg was in a cast, suspended by a sling above the bed. Looking at him now, you’d never know any of that. There is a thin scar on his head where hair still won’t grow but it’s hidden by his full head of hair around it, and he of course has scars from the bullet wounds, but they are hidden by his clothes. Just looking into his room, aside from the ventilator, you might think he’s just asleep, but…he’s not waking up.
“Are you headed back over to sit with him?” Liam asks, pulling me back to the present.
“In a few minutes,” I sigh. “I came here to have my daily breakdown. Ever since the nurse told me he shows signs of distress when he hears me cry, I try not to do it in front of him.”
Liam takes my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You must try to focus on the positive, Riley…he hears you.”
“How are you so optimistic after all this time?”
“A well-crafted facade, I assure you. I have breakdowns too, but I try to be strong…for you, for Liv…”
“How is she?” I ask.
“You should ask her yourself, she’s right next door.”
I gasp in surprise. “She’s here?” Olivia hasn’t come to the hospital since Emily was born. Of course, having a baby keeps her busy, but Liam and I know it goes beyond that. Liv feels responsible for what happened and the guilt that she carries makes seeing Drake difficult for her.
“Yes, she asked to come. I decided to give her some time with him by coming in to check on you. Fabian and Emily are across the hall in the family suite with the nanny if you wish to pop in to see them. I’m going to go sit with Olivia, join us whenever you are ready.”
Visits with Fabian and Emily always bring a smile to my face, even on hard days…especially on hard days. I pop in for hugs and snuggles before joining Liam and Olivia.
“Riley,” Olivia exclaims. Rising from her seat she pulls me into a hug. I’m still trying to get used to an Olivia who hugs.
“Hi Liv, it’s good to see you.”
“Of course it is,” she quips. Motherhood has softened her, but she hasn’t lost her wit. “So, tell me…what updates did this inept medical staff have to share today?” she asks.
“Not much,” I sigh, “small progress like every other day.”
“What more can we do?” she says, turning to Liam. “We need to bring in a new medical team, the best of the best.”
“My Queen, I assure you, Drake’s team is the best Cordonia has to offer.”
“Then look outside Cordonia,” she snaps.
I can hear the anxiety in her voice. She’s here but she’s still struggling and taking charge is her coping mechanism.
“Liv, I am more than willing to bring in more doctors, I’d scour the globe for the best but…his care is not up to me. Any decision to change doctors has to come from Savannah or Bianca.”
“They’re both twits,” Olivia retorts. “Bianca can’t even be bothered to come here.”
“After what happened to Jackson, can you blame her?”
“You’re damn right I can! That’s no excuse not to be at your son’s side…your child! But what would she know about that…she abandoned them.”
Drake’s monitor starts to beep, and my eyes jump to the screen. I know what to look for and his elevated blood pressure is a sure sign that our conversation is affecting him. “Liv…we should take this somewhere else.”
Olivia frowns and I see the tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry…I’m…” Going to Drake’s side, she takes his hand and leans down to his ear. “I’m sorry…I’ll stop. Please calm down…I just want you to get better.”
I’ve never heard her speak in such a calming tone and to my surprise, Drake’s vitals slowly return to normal levels.
Liam looks at me with hopeful eyes. “That’s a direct response to stimuli if I ever saw one!”
I nod, unable to speak as I fight back tears. Liam comes to my side and pulls me into an embrace. “I’ll speak to Savannah but in the meantime, we will leave you two in peace.”
Olivia gives me another hug before they leave the room hand in hand.
Taking the seat beside Drake, I wrap my hand around his, rest my head on his shoulder, and settle in for our nightly talk. Having a one-sided conversation felt awkward at first. In the early days I did little more than tell him I love him and beg him to hold on. I’ve gotten used to it now and talk as much as I can, hoping my voice will pull him from whatever darkness he’s trapped in.
“Everyone wants you to get better, but no one more than me. I’m trying to be patient but it’s so hard, baby,” I cry. “Every minute of those four years without you, I felt like I wasn’t really living…I built a life and moved forward but something was always missing…you. And now I’ve been by your side for seven months, which is where I belong but…I still feel that void because you won’t wake up. We’ve lost so much time already…I’m…I’m so sorry I left. Even when you said you couldn’t be with me, I should have stayed…I should have fought for us. Going our separate ways was never the answer, Drake. We held onto the guilt we felt over falling in love, we held onto the pain we had cause Liam, we held onto all our own insecurities, and we let it drive us apart. By holding onto the bad, we missed the bigger picture, we failed to see that the best thing to hold onto in life is each other. I’m holding on now, Drake…I’m here and I am in this for good. I love you with every fiber of my being and I can’t…I won’t…live a life without you in it. I need you to come back to me baby.” As my tears fall against the soft fabric of his hospital gown, I hear that beep and feel a mild sense of peace as I doze off at his side.
I wake in the morning to the blazing sun shining on my face and the sound of voices carrying into the room from the hall. In a normal hospital, it wouldn’t be unusual, but in the private royal wing where Drake is the only patient, it’s not something I’m used to hearing. Rising from my chair, I decide to go investigate, surprised to see Liam and Savannah having a passionate conversation as Dr. Hastings and the head nurse, Holly, look on.
“Savannah, you must see reason…I have complete faith in Dr. Hastings, but a second opinion could make all the difference. I have a world-renowned neurological team on standby, ready to come to Cordonia. You haven’t been here, you haven’t seen his progress.”
“Liam, you have to understand how hard it is for me to see my brother like that! Being here everyday would be torture; I don’t know how you and Riley do it. But I have been in constant contact with Dr. Hastings and I get the same updates you do. I understand the small progress gives you hope but that’s all it is…small progress. I can’t just go on blind faith, Liam, I have to do what’s best for my brother…for all of us, and allowing him to hang in a medical limbo is not a life.”
I see the tears falling from Liam’s eyes, he makes no effort to hide them. “What are you saying, Savannah?”
“I’m saying…I’m saying I think it’s time we let him go,” Savannah replies, breaking down in sobs.
“NO,” I scream, charging toward her filled with anguish and rage. Liam wraps me in his arms to keep me from reaching her. “You can’t do that! I won’t let you do that.”
“It’s not your decision to make, Riley. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? That’s all you can say?” I yell, giving into my rage. Savannah looks terrified of me, and she should be. I sob, struggling against Liam’s hold on me, barely registering the sound of machines over my own yelling. “You ran away and left him to worry about you for over a year, but he never stopped looking for you. He never gave up! How the hell can you justify giving up on him now?”
“It’s not giving up, it’s mercy,” she cries.
“No, please, no Savannah, don’t do this…don’t do this, please,” I wail as my knees give out.
“Look what this is doing to her…to me…” Liam cries as he struggles to hold me up. “Look what it will do to everyone that loves him…Savannah, please…”
“Do you think this is easy for me?” she cries. “I love him too.”
“Then give him more time, that’s all I ask. Let me bring in another medical team. Don’t do this…”
“Liam, I have t…”
“LET ME GO, I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE!”
My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest the moment the shouted words echo through the corridor, drowning out our own voices and cries. I know that voice, I’d know it anywhere. Looking around I finally see Dr. Hastings and Holly are gone. Ripping at Liam’s hands, I free myself from his hold and race back to Drake’s room.
“I have somewhere to be, you have to let me go…I have somewhere to be!”
“Drake?” I gasp, paralyzed and frozen in place from shock. I watch as Dr. Hastings, Holly, and two other nurses struggle to restrain Drake and I can’t tell if it’s real or just my mind’s trauma response to my fight with Savannah.
“He was awake when we responded to the alarms,” Dr. Hastings explains. “We managed to get him extubated, but he’s agitated and disoriented.”
I try to make sense of what I’m hearing but I feel like I am in a daze. “Drake?” I cry again.
“Nevin? Nevin!” Drake shouts, ripping at his IV’s and fighting against the doctors’ hold.
The sound of my name from his lips breaks me from my trance. “No, no, no,” I rush forward, full of longing to touch him and convince myself this is real.
“If he can’t calm down, we’ll need to sedate him,” Dr. Hastings says.
“No, No,” I shake my head, sitting down on Drake’s bed. Clutching his hands in one of mine, I bring my other hand to his cheek. “Calm down…you have to calm down.”
Drake shakes his head, disoriented and trying to talk between coughing fits. “I needed to get to you…to the cemetery…I needed…”
I wrap my arms around him, and I feel the tension roll off his body as he relaxes into me. “I’m here, I’m here…” I soothe, running my fingers through his hair.
“How? When?” he asks as his body starts to shake with sobs. “What happened?”
I pull back and cup his cheeks. “Don’t worry about that right now,” I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m here, and I love you, and right now, you just need to stay calm and let the doctors check you out.”
Drake returns my kiss fervently before feathering kisses all over my face and pulling me desperately into his arms. “Hold on to me…hold on to me…” he mutters as he cries.
“I will, Drake…I will…and I promise, I’m never letting go.”
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Week #71 Prompts
This week’s prompts are:
Prompt 1 — “Are you flirting with me?” -> “I’m always flirting with you, [name]. Keep up.”
Prompt 2 — “I don’t want anyone to see me cry.”
Prompt 3 — “Why does this always happen to me?”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
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