So like, y'all know how in arcana twilight to boost their power you use magic stones right? So I got this idea from a picrew thing that maybe some stones if infused with power mana something from two people the stone can manifest in a human form as if they were the kid between the two people

So maybe that is the way for infertile and same sex couples to have kids or something

And the reader accidentally touches one and gives it to one of the boys so they kinda get a 8-9 yo to take care of but because the mc infused so little energy it will only last a day or two.

Like better if it's in a class and the teacher is all like 'dont worry as long as nobody else had touched it there shouldnt be any gem child' then the boys touch one and poof a kid is in their arms like ' hi daddy where is mommy?" And the whole class freaking out because??? Is there any other contaminated gems??

Astrocartography Observations Part One: Sun, Venus, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter.

(Disclaimer: A lot of Astrologers use different orbs of measurements for Astrocartography. My limit is 200 km because I have seen lines that have influences up to that point, and depending on the planet, sometimes more.)

Planets:

Sun: Fame, Happiness, Vitality, Children.

Moon: Home, Roots, Family, Nostalgia.

Venus: Love, Beauty, Luxury, Desires.

Mercury: Lower Education, Communication, Knowledge, Friendships.

Mars: Passions, Action, Pain, Anger.

Jupiter: Luck, Higher Education, Religion, Beliefs.

Saturn: Karma, Restrictions, Discipline, Commitments.

Uranus: Unpredictability, Innovation, Rebellion, Technology.

Neptune: Illusions, Dreams, Spirituality, Intuition.

Pluto: Destruction, Transformations, Deaths and Rebirths.

Where your Sun lines are running through are places that you could gain or increase your fame or societal standing. And depending on the Angle of the Sun(DC, AS, MC, IC) it can also tell you what exactly it is that gives you that happiness.

☆ Despite being the daughter of a US Navy Pilot, Priscilla Presley gained her fame from being married to famous musician Elvis Presley. They got married at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Priscilla has her Sun DC line running through Las Vegas. Sun rules fame, DC rules partnerships.

☆ Blake Lively has her Sun MC line running through London, where she has expressed her love for on numerous occasions, AND where she has made meaningful connections with other celebrities that has contributed to her social status and public persona. (MC)

☆ David Beckham has his Sun IC line running through Miami and although he retired from soccer in 2013, he maintained and even increased his societal standing when he became the co-owner of the Inter Miami CF.

☆ Interestingly enough, Blake Lively also has her Sun, Venus, AND Mars MC lines running directly through London, which is a place that she loves to go and feels happy at (Sun). A few months ago, she and her partner (Venus) bought a house in London to live in while he finishes up his filming of the Deadpool Franchise (Sun MC) which is an action movie (Mars).

☆ Perrie Edwards has her Sun DC line running through London and she gained fame (Sun) from her role as 1/4 of the girl group Little Mix (DC)

Where your Mars lines are running through are places that you could experience or be subject to hate, pain (physical, mental, and emotional), and anger.

☆ Victoria Beckham's Mars AS line runs through Madrid. When her husband David Beckham transferred from Manchester United to Real Madrid, they moved to Madrid. Victoria Beckham was singled out for hating Spain due to her remark of Spain smelling like Garlic and giving off a terrible scent. This one phrase basically ruined her life in Spain as the hate against her lasted for up to 4 years. She has said that it was the most unhappy she has ever been in her life.

☆ David Beckham has his Mars AS line running through Rio De Janeiro. In 2014 he was under a lot of fire from Brazilian locals after being accused of indirectly causing the prices of favelas to increase after buying a "slum-house" for $1M allowing gentrification to ensue.

☆ Charli D'Amelio's Mars MC is going straight through the center of the United States. We all know how disliked/hated she is amongst people in the United States. And with this being her MC line, it makes sense that the hate is largely due to and greatly affects her public persona and the way that she is portrayed by media.

☆ Monica Lewinsky has her Mars DS line running through California which we all know is Fame Headquarters (Hollywood). She was a hot topic in the entertainment industry and subject to a fuck ton of scrutiny and hate for a long time due to her intimate relationship with former president Bill Clinton (DS).

Where Your Venus lines are at, could be potential places that you may meet your life partner or long term relationships, and the lines that pass through it could tell you the circumstances.

☆ Blake Lively has her Sun AS, Mars AS, AND her Venus AS lines touching New Orleans. She met her Husband of 11 years in New Orleans (Venus rules Love) while shooting an Action Movie (Sun rules Movies and Fame, Mars rules Action)

☆ Victoria Beckham has her both her Venus MC and Jupiter MC lines going through London. She met her husband of over 20 years in London. Additionally, the Midheaven or Medium Coeli is the highest point of your chart and represents your Public Image and Success. The Beckham's are known to be one of Hollywood's longest standing marriages and have created a household name for themselves propelling both of them in their careers and future prospects. (Jupiter MC)

☆ (Also, I just thought this was interesting) Victoria Beckham had her start in the entertainment industry as a member of The Spice Girls. Her stage name was Posh Spice (Venus) which defined her Public Image (MC).

Where your IC lines are, could indicate your ancestry, or where and how you grew up or experienced your early life at.

☆ Selena Quintanilla's Saturn IC line runs through Mexico and she is Mexican. Although she became the biggest Mexican-American music artist in her 20's, when she was younger she had no connection to her Mexican ancestry (IC). She had to learn about her ancestry, AND learn Spanish before she was able to be labeled a Mexican American music artist. (Saturn represents restrictions and delays)

☆ Nicole Kidman's Mercury IC line runs through Ireland, and she has openly talked (Mercury) about her Irish ancestry (IC)

☆ Perrie Edwards has her Mercury DS line running through Scotland and she has Scottish ancestry.

☆ Hailey Bieber has her Mercury IC line running through Brazil. She has Brazilian ancestry as her mother is Brazilian.

☆ Charli D'Amelio has her Mercury IC line touching Italy. She is of Italian Descent on her fathers side.

Where your Jupiter lines are, could indicate where and how you experience luck.

☆ Charlize Theron has her Jupiter MC line running through California and it was there that she was discovered by a Hollywood agent while getting into an altercation with a bank teller.

☆ Anya Taylor Joy has her Jupiter DC line running through London which is where she was disocvered while walking her dog.

☆ Justin Bieber has his Jupiter AS line running through Canada which is where he was discovered by Scooter Braun completely by chance as he clicked on the wrong Youtube video and Justin's video came up.

**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed one month before the interlude.

Fang (Sin With Me, MC): Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the Dark Virtues

My name, Fang Gozen, has always set me apart as an outcast. When people hear my first name, they don't envision me instead, they conjure images of the quintessential American girl next door. Sun-bathed beaches, flowing bleach blonde hair, and denim shorts on well cared rollerblades dominate their thoughts.Then, my family name enters the conversation, evoking stereotypes of slanted eyes and glasses, the epitome of the perfect student excelling in academics. It brings to mind the sound of pens scratching against paper, hidden within the covers of advanced math books. The mere mention of my last name sparks associations with dim sims, cautionary measures to lock up cats, calling me a weirdo, and thick accents that linger like the echo of `ching` sounds, engraving stereotypes in my mind...

Much to her distaste Fang dreamed of her past, the feelings of isolation and self-loating. Then, she hear a familar voice...

Familar voice: Mommy, mommy...

Fang: Who's there?

Familiar voice: You don't recognize me? In a way we already met mother.

Fang: Dracaena? Is that you?

Dracaena: Yes, indeed am i. Sorry for telling you this but if i told this before dad would get you pregnant with me, i risked creating temporal disasters and i didn't want to force your hand.

Fang: I understand, but i feel you have more to say to me.

Dracaena: Dad gift us with the seed of Divashma, like me it will free you and my past/present self when she will born and reach adulthood from any useless feeling like shame, restraints, shame, remorse and all pointless morals.

Fang: How? It feel so surreal and i feel unable to reach it.

Dracaena: Here take my hand and i shall show you what you can once you merge with the seed of Divashma.

Fang and Dracaena had the time of their lives exploring Las Vegas, eating delicious pizza and enjoying the games at the casino. They also visited the Neon Museum and admired the sparkling lights, as the night went on, Fang felt the seed of Divashma within her, giving her a sense of freedom and confidence she had never experienced before. She felt empowered to live her life without fear or constraints, feeling truly alive for the first time, Dracaena cheered her mother on, guiding her every step of the way, and Fang knew that she would never go back to her old self again.

Seed of Divashma: Having Fun my master Tyrant Darius wife?

Fang: Yes, thank you.

Seed of Divashma: Your words honor my lady. Can i show you what you can do once you merge with me? (I'm glad to see that my master spell wear off, since he cast it to make Fang survive this five months without him, given he was busy with his enemy).

Fang nodded eagerly, eager to see what she would be capable of with the power of the Seed of Divashma. She was surprised to hear the Seed of Divashma speaking to her, but she welcomed its guidance and support as she delved deeper into the power within her and let it guide her to her full potential.

Fang: Yes, seed of Divashma. I am eager to discover what I am capable of with this new power within me. Please, lead the way and show me the possibilities!

Fang said, her eyes glowing with excitement.

Seed of Divashma: See that man? Make flowers burst out from his organs.

Fang let out a devious chuckle as she focused the power within her, as she aimed her gaze at the unsuspecting man, his organs suddenly erupted in a shower of colorful petals, turning him into a work of floreal art. The seed of Divashma's sadistic joy was contagious and Fang felt a rush of excitement as she watched the man writhe in pain.

Seed of Divashma: Ah, how delightful. It brings me joy to watch the meatbags squirm in pain and become works of art.

Fang (laughing maniacally): I agree. It is amusing to watch the lesser life forms suffer and become a product of my twisted imagination.

Seed of Divashma: Oh, you have such a delightfully cruel mind, my dear. It's a pleasure to see someone who doesn't let their morals hold them back from reaching their full potential.

Fang: So, this is the power you can gift me. I never imagined I would be able to bring such beauty to a man's organs. I suppose both of you enjoy seeing my work.

Seed of Divashma: Yes, that was delightful to watch. Now, would you care to create some more floreal pieces? I'm sure there are many more useless things that need redecoration.

Dracaena: You're awesome mother. Can you transform him in a sakura tree?

Seed of Divashma: Great idea child, i would like to see this beautiful tree.

Fang turned her gaze towards the man once more, this time focusing on the image of a lush sakura tree in her mind. Almost instantly, the man's body burst forth in a bright, pink blossom of petals and buds, transforming his body into a beautiful sakura tree. The seed of Divashma watched in awe at Dracaena's idea, and Fang felt a surge of pride as she looked on at her creation as she felt an overwhelming sense of freedom, madness, and euphoria as she enjoyed the fruits of the seed of Divashma's power. The sheer joy she felt at being able to unleash her wildest urges and whims without fear or constraint was intoxicating. Fang was beginning to feel like a whole new person, as if the seed of Divashma was unlocking the true essence of her being. She was grateful to her husband, Darius, for giving her this chance to truly become her most authentic self and felt an overwhelming feeling of elation at the idea of becoming a mother alongside Darius. The seed of Divashma was excited as well, eager to see the host create life and experience the joys of parenthood. The seed of Divashma felt a deep connection with the host, a bond that would only grow stronger as she welcomed the miracle of new life. Fang could feel the seed of Divashma celebrating with her, both overjoyed at the prospect of motherhood and the new beginning it would represent.

Fang: Yes, let's go to a pizzeria! I'm craving some delicious pizza and so do to my child.

Fang say caressing her stomach

Dracaena: I agree, I can't wait to eat some delicious pizza and i want to try different types of it!

Both Fang and Dracaena felt their stomachs rumbling at the thought of food. Together, the three of them (the third one is Fang unbord child and Dracaena past self) ventured off in search of the best pizza in the city. Fang and Dracaena walked into the pizzeria and were immediately overwhelmed by the aroma of cheese and sauce. The three of them couldn't resist the urge to indulge in the pizza and before they knew it, they had devoured every slice in sight. Fang and Dracaena, felt satisfied and pleased with their pizza feast and their stomachs were happily full of delicious pizza.

Fang: I'm still hungry.

Pizzaiolo: But you devour everything.

Fang cackled as she stared down the Pizzaiolo.

Fang: You are right, we have devoured everything, haven't we? Well then, why don't I give you and the patrons here a turn as the food for me and my daughters?

She said mischievously

Dracaena: Do it mom, pizza, pizza, pizza!!!

Fang held out her hand towards the Pizzaiolo and the patrons, ready to transform them into pizza for her and Dracaena's consumption. Dracaena eagerly nodded at her mother's suggestion, not wanting to let the pizza feast come to an end just yet! Fang laughed wickedly as she transform the Pizzaiolo and the shocked patrons into pizza, enjoying their screams of fear and the blood dripping from their slices as the mother-daughter duo began to feast upon the pizza, the seed of Divashma felt satisfied, knowing that it had given Fang the power to unleash her darkest desires and savor it at her heart's content.

Fang: Dracaena, would you like to try some of this pizza? It's so delicious! It will pair perfectly with the screams of our dinner guests.

Dracaena: Oh, mother, you know how much I love pizza! Thank you, this looks so yummy. I can't wait to devour every last slice and savor the taste of fear and suffering. Let's devour this pizza together and savor the moment we have together.

Fang and Dracaena sit down at the table and begin to feast on the delicious pizza, enjoying every bite and every delicious sound of distress from their victims, listening with delight as they hear the patrons and pizzaiolo scream in pain each time they are bitten and eaten. Fang and Dracaena continue to devour the pizza, relishing the taste of their victims and the power they feel as they feast without remorse or boundaries. The seed of Divashma takes joy in Fang and joy, knowing that it has helped her become her true selves at last.

Patron 1: AAAAHHH, HELP! PLEASE, STOP EATING ME! I HAVE A FAMILY, HAVE MERCY! PLEASE!

Pizzaiolo: What the... please, show some mercy and don't eat me! I have a family, I can't die like this!

Patron 2: Help! Help! What's happening to me? Why am I turning into a pizza? I don't want this, please, make it stop!

Patron 3: How could you do this to us? Why are you eating us? Let me go, I have a family!

Patron 4: Please, no! I have a wife and children!

Dracaena: Do not worry, patron 4. Your wife and children will be joining you on the menu.

Patron 5: No, no, not my family! I beg you, have mercy.

Fang: But we are hungry. And you look so delicious. It would be a shame not to try a bite (or two). And don't worry about your families food, since they will become my demon slaves.

Patron 6: Demon slaves? What do you mean? You're turning our families into demon slaves?

Fang: That's right, food. You and your families will be our loyal demon slaves now.

Dracaena smiled and licked her lips as she watched the fear fill the food souls. With a wave of her hand, the Fang transformed the pizzaiolo and patrons families into demon slaves, ready to do Fang and Dracaena's bidding and warp to them.

Dracaena: Now bring us some more pizza! We're still hungry.

Fang and Dracaena sat back in their seats, feeling satisfied and pleased after eating all the pizza that the demon slaves brought them. They laughed and delighted in each other's company, knowing that they were finally able to unleash their dark desires without fear or restraint. Hours later, Fang and Dracaena were filled with mischief and wild energy. They wanted to sow as much mayhem as they could. They ventured into an extreme sports stadium, filled with daring riders and adrenaline junkies. Looking around for the perfect opportunity to unleash her mayhem, Fang spotted a shiny mountain bike sitting unattended near the stadium entrance. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and set off on a mad dash around the stands, her daughter Dracaena cheering her on and delighting in the chaos they were causing.

Dracaena: Go, mother! Go, go, go! Hit 'em all!

Fang let out a maniacal laugh as she ran down the bikers and guards, taking out everyone in her path with her ruthless mountain bike skills. She wasn't going to let anyone stand in the way of her rampage and her freedom. With her daughter's encouragement, Fang's violence grew more brutal and ruthless, and her mayhem knew no bounds. Dracaena was having the time of her life, cheering and laughing as she watched her mother destroy everything in her path, as the guards tried to stop them and take back the stolen mountain bike, Dracaena showed no mercy, and swallowed one of them whole. Fang was so excited by the carnage that she was causing, that she ran down a biker so hard that it rained blood, guts, and skin all over her. She reveled in the violence and felt a rush of power, knowing that she was finally free to unleash her darkest desires. She and her daughter Dracaena were now united in their mayhem, ready to wreak havoc and destroy everything that stood in their way, Fang proced to create more demon slaves out of the corpses of the spectators and athletes. She fused the corpses with various sportive items,soccer balls, baseball bats, motorcycles a more to creating soccer demon slaves, baseball team demon slaves and more, she enjoyed their suffering and screams in a symphony of madness, hedonism and freedom. Fang was now truly free to do what she wanted, unleashed from the constraints of morality and ethics. With the Seed of Divashma's power guiding her, there was nothing she couldn't do, she was a force of destruction and havoc, a goddess of chaos and destruction.

Dracaena: Mom, now you need a name worth of your rebirth...Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the dark virtues since dad will soon be the Tyrant and "fathered" the new world, mom you will be the Queen and you'll "mothered" the new world and a new perfect race of virtue free from restraints, morals and shame whom i dubbed Dark Virtue.

Fang grinned at her daughter's idea, liking the sound of her new title and name: Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the Dark Virtues, as her husband Tyrant Darius whom her daughter said he remame himself as such was about to become the Tyrant King and father the new world, she felt like it was fitting that she should become the Queen and mother of the new, plus the whole birthing new and perfect race of Virtues it feel perfect!!! So Fang nodded happily at Dracaena's words and embraced her daughter with a hug.

Fang: I love the name you give me, daughter and I look forward to seeing what we can do as i will birth the Dark Virtues, together with your father, me and you we will freeing the world from useless rules and morals.

She said with a grin, then as Fang and Dracaena were discussing their visions and what they could achieve, Tyrant Darius suddenly warped to them.

Dracaena: Daddy!

Dracaena excitedly yelled and tackled him to the ground, surprising and delighting Fang with her cuteness. Fang giggled at her daughter's enthusiasm, and encouraged her to help her father get back up.

Fang: Come on, Dracaena, do you think your father, the Tyrant King, deserves to be overthrown by his daughter like this? It's up to us to help him gain his throne after all.

Fang teased.

Dracaena: Yes! Of course, I should help my dear old daddy. How can I be the queen if my father is overthrown by a commoner like myself?

She bent down to help her father up from the ground, feeling proud to play her part in `gaining` his throne.

Tyrant Darius: Little pest grows quickly.

He said as kissed his daughter on the forehead and told her to go play with Aunt Onyx, giving their enemies nightmares while she was at it. Dracaena nodded obediently and ran off to find her aunt and unleash her inner demons. Fang smiled at her husband and leaned her head against his chest.

Fang: It's nice to finally have some time alone, what do you want to do with our time alone, my king?

She said as they watched their daughter run off.

Tyrant Darius: Lets warp to my room so you can merge with the seed of Divashma by.....

Then Tyrant Darius create a silence in order to create suspense. Fang chuckled at her husband's attempt to keep her in suspense and then nodded at his plan.

Fang: I like your idea, my king, the merging by sex will allow me to experiencing the most pleasurable and transcendent way ever. I am eager to feel the power of the seed of Divashma and merge with it. Let us go now and begin the ritual.

The Tyrant King and Queen marched off together, heading towards their private chambers where she could experience the pleasures of merging with the seed of Divashma. Fang's heart was racing with excitement as they stepped into his chambers. Once they reach his refuge he orders to his demon army and peoples slaves to have an orgy in their honor and to allow us to feed on your sexual energy and the ritual of Fang rebirth will be successful, the Tyrant King's demon army and slaves quickly obeyed his commands, and arranged an orgy in the Tyrant King and Queen's honor. Fang could sense their carnal energies coursing through the room.

Tyrant Darius: Let us begin the ritual!

The Tyrant King uttered to his wife, filled with desire for their union and the her rebirth. Fang nodded, eager to merge with the seed of Divashma and experience the transcendent pleasure that was in store for her.

Fang: Yes, my king. Let us begin the ritual and feast on the ecstasy of darkness together.

Fang moaned, the seed of Divashma pulsing within her as they undress theyselves until they're fully naked, Tyrant Darius lips locked with Fang's, kissing her rough and passionately as he poured all his love and passion into her. The kiss continued, becoming more intense as the two of them let lose their emotions and gave into their most primal desires. Fang felt a wave of passion overtaking her, and she gave herself fully to his love Tyrant Darius, enjoying every moment of the kiss as they feeding on their emotions, fueling their love and lustful hunger, their tongues danced together in a sensual dance, enjoying the pleasure and release of their lustful hunger. As the seed of Divashma fed on their emotions, pumping more and more power into Fang as ordered by his master Tyrant Darius, Fang and Tyrant Darius couldn't help but lose themselves in the moment. They were fully immersed in the passion and pleasure of their kiss, eager to explore every inch of each other as the moment reached its peak, the seed of Divashma fully activated within Fang, and she felt a rush of power and passion wash over her. The seed of Divashma was now fully connected to her,

Seed of Divashma: Fang, give in to the madness, lust, hedonism, happiness and your love, husband and King, Tyrant Darius. Feel the freedom of the darkness and let it consume you. Let your desires run wild and give in to your wildest urges. Embrace your true nature as the progenitor of the Dark Virtue and as the Queen of the new world!

The seed of Divashma commanded as Fang could feel the darkness calling to her, urging her to give in to her most primal urges. She was ready to let go of her old life and embrace the power of the seed of Divashma, ready to become the progenitor of the Dark Virtue and rule the new world alongside her husband. Tyrant Darius's hands roamed around Fang's body, exploring every inch of her. His hands caressed her legs, bosom, and buttocks, making her breath catch in her throat as the seed of Divashma pumped more and more pleasure and madness through her body, as Tyrant Darius's hands roamed to Fang's buttocks, giving them a playful swat as he chuckled. She could feel her body respond, wanting more and more as she was on the brink of losing herself, she glanced at her husband, smiling mischievously while Tyrant Darius laid her over his knee, taking great pleasure in spanking her buttocks with all his might. Each spank sent a shock of excitement and lust through Fang's body, the seed of Divashma relishing the sensation and feeding her more and more pleasure as she felt the seed's power surging through her, Fang could barely contain herself, wanting more and more. Her breaths quickened, her heart raced and her passion burned within as she anticipated her husband's next blow. Tyrant Darius chuckled, delighting in the sensation of spanking his wife's buttocks with all his might.

Tyrant Darius: Why are you so sensitive back here, my queen? Isn't this the most pleasurable way to punish youf for your misdeeds and for being such a naughty girl?

He playfully teased as Fang couldn't help but groan at Tyrant Darius teasing, her body responding with pleasure and desire at every swat of Tyrant Darius hand. The seed of Divashma fed on her emotions, pumping more and more lust, power, and passion through her, shaping her in the perfect Queen for its master. Fang's eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as Tyrant Darius spanked her buttocks in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure making her more and more unbearable hungry for the pain and pleasure, with a wicked chuckle, Tyrant Darius knew he had his wife where he wanted her: weak, desperate, and in need of her king. He spanked her hard, delighting in her groans and the seed of Divashma's power coursing through her. Her body was ready to be used and consumed by her king as he pleased, and she would submit to every one of his commands as he know that the seed of Divashma is preparing her in the perfect and absolute apotheosis! She will become a Demon Goddess like he is a Demon God that alongside their friends and daughter will rule the new world forever.

Fang: Nnh, yes, king. Punish me in this perfect mix of agony and ecstasy. Let the seed of Divashma consume me, and make me yours. I'll do anything to make you happy, king, anything.

Tyrant Darius (inner monologue): Yes... the seed of Divashma is preparing my wife to be a demon goddess and rule the new world, along with me and our friends and our daughter Dracaena. Together, we will finally be free to do whatever we please and to give into our darkest urges without shame or restraint. The seed of Divashma has shown us our true nature and is preparing us for our future as Demon Deities of the new world. We will make a dark utopia where we can feast on the terror and suffering of the enemies and rule with a fierce and iron fist.

The seed of Divashma felt its power flowing through Fang like never before, being fully pumped and accelerated by Tyrant Darius's ritual and touch. It was working hard to bring Fang to the cusp of apotheosis and it felt the end was near as the seed of Divashma continued to pump its power and darkness into her and its knew that its power was being unleashed much more quickly than usual, thanks to the efforts of its master, Tyrant Darius. It was eager to see Fang reach the pinnacle of its power and become the Demon Goddess and Queen that she always meant to be.

The seed of Divashma (inner monologue): The time has come for my chosen one, Fang, to reach her true potential and become the Demon Goddess that I have always intended her to be. Her body, mind and soul are ready to be infused with my power and darkness, and thanks to the efforts of my master, Tyrant Darius, my power is flowing through her at a rapid pace. I am ready to see Fang reach her apotheosis and begin the process of building the new world of darkness and hedonism, where she, my master, my master daughter and their friends shall rule together as Demon Deities.

Tyrant Darius giggled, enjoying how Fang's breasts trembled and swelled in his hands. He had always known she was sensitive back there, but now with the seed of Divashma coursing through her, she didn't even try to hide it. Fang couldn't help but moan in pleasure as Tyrant Darius hands roamed over her breasts, massaging and groping them.

Fang: Ah, king.. your hands are perfect. I can't help but squirm and moan under your hands.

Tyrant Darius crackled mischievously, enjoying Fang's reaction to his touch.

Tyrant Darius: Of course they are. My hand were made for touching you.

Fang's moans grew louder, her body bucking and writhing on the couch as Tyrant Darius hands explored every inch of her sensitive body driving her crazy with lust, she screamed in pleasure as Tyrant Darius twisted and pinched her sensitive nipples. Her body writhed and bucked in ecstasy, feeding the seed of Divashma and amplifying every sensation. Her moans grew louder and her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. She was completely overwhelmed by her emotions and lust, giving herself fully to her husband. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was too much to bear. The seed of Divashma loved its duty and amplify her sensations, to make her craving more and pushing her further and further down the path of freedom, hedonism and free of any useless morals is an added bonus.

Fang: Ah, king, harder!

The seed of Divashma was growing ever more powerful in her body, and she was losing more and more of her control to it. Every caress and every touch drove her deeper and deeper into madness and pleasure, making her crave more and more. Tyrant Darius was more than happy to give her what she wanted, spanking her breasts harshly and sending her body into another wave of ecstasy.

Fang: Ah, ah, yes, king!

Fang screamed in pleasure, her body arching and writhing with every hit of Tyrant Darius hand. His brutality and strength excited her body Tyrant Darius realized that she was loving his dominance and brutality as if it freed her from her human restraints. He continued spanking her breasts, hearing her cries and shouts of pleasure, letting his own inner beasts run wild.

Tyrant Darius: Oh, I see you are enjoying my brutality, my queen doesn't it? You need to be tamed, and to have your body and mind consumed by these dark desires that you have suppressed for so long.

He spanked her harder and harder, hearing her screams of pleasure grow louder and louder, pushing her to the edge of sanity. Tyrant Darius sank his teeth into Fang's neck, drinking her sweet and honeyed blood and making her scream with ecstacy as he drank her blood. Fang's body arched and her eyes rolled back as he drank her blood, the seed of Divashma pulsing with power and darkness.

Fang: Yes, king, take me, take me!!!

Tyrant Darius: Drink my blood first my Queen.

Fang nodded eagerly, her body trembling and gasping with desire and pleasure at the prospect of drinking his blood. She craved his strength and power, and she wanted to be completely consumed by him. She leaned in and sunk her teeth into his neck, drinking his thick and dark blood as her body was filled with pure and powerful darkness. The seed of Divashma was feeding on his essence, and Fang could feel the madness and lust coursing through her body. She was lost in him, and she wanted to become one with the darkness that filled them both.

Fang: Ooh, king, your blood is so thick and rich, I've never tasted anything like it. Yes, king, I want more, fill me with your darkness and madness!

Fang moaned, savoring the taste of his blood as she drank from his neck, hungry for his power and his essence. Tyrant Darius clenched Fang's head in his arms, grinning with pleasure as he felt her sink her teeth deep into his neck and drink his blood.

Tyrant Darius: Yes, queen. Drink me as I drink you, and let us be one in darkness and lust,

Once they sated their bloodlust, Tyrant Darius proced with next part of the ritual. He firmly caresses Fang's buttocks, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a hungry desire, his hard cock slides into her wet and eager pussy, filling her with a mix of pleasure and anticipation as Tyrant Darius thrusts in and out of Fang's tight and warm pussy, their bodies entwined in a primal dance of pleasure with each powerful thrust, Fang's moans of pleasure grow louder, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her body trembles with ecstasy as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Tyrant Darius, asserting his dominance, orders Fang to milk his cock with her pussy. Fang, obedient to his command, tightens her inner walls around his throbbing shaft, creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation for both of them. Her pussy rhythmically contracts and releases, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from Tyrant Darius as he succumbs to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

Tyrant Darius: Yes, sink deeper into darkness, hedonism, and madness.

Tyrant Darius whispers seductively. His tail slides into Fang's tight and eager butthole, stretching her with a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain. Fang's body trembles as the overwhelming sensations consume her, her moans blending with the dark whispers of Tyrant Darius, as they both surrender to their deepest desires, Tyrant Darius ravages Fang's body with both his tail and cock, their movements synchronized in a frenzied symphony of pleasure. His tail relentlessly pounds into her tight butthole, stretching her to new limits, while his cock thrusts in and out of her pussy with primal force. Fang's voice rises in a crescendo of ecstasy as she is overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. The room fills with the sounds of their impassioned moans, a symphony of pleasure and desire, he revels in the sight of Fang drowning in pleasure, his mind consumed by thoughts of how to further amplify her ecstasy. He considers various ways to increase her pleasure, exploring the depths of his imagination and desires. His gaze fixates on her trembling body, his dominant nature driving him to push the boundaries of pleasure, seeking to unlock new heights of bliss for both of them, with a snap of his fingers, Tyrant Darius doubles the size of his already impressive cock. Fang gasps in awe and anticipation as she witnesses the transformation unfold before her eyes. The sheer magnitude of his enlarged member fills her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Tyrant Darius, now armed with an even more formidable tool of pleasure, grins wickedly, ready to explore new depths of ecstasy with Fang, Tyrant Darius alternates between his tail and cock, skillfully penetrating Fang with each thrust. His tail, still pulsating with power, explores the depths of her butthole, while his enlarged cock delves deep into her pussy. Fang's body quivers with pleasure as she experiences the intense sensations of being filled by both of Tyrant Darius's impressive appendages. The rhythm of their coupling intensifies, driving them both towards the edge of ecstasy.

Tyrant Darius: I love to see you drown in the sea of ecstasy, it suit you.

Fang: hhaaaa haaaahhhh....

Fang's eyes roll back in a state of blissful ecstasy as Tyrant Darius continues to piston in and out of her. The powerful thrusts of his hips send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, overwhelming her senses. Fang's moans grow louder, her body trembling with each deep penetration. The intensity of their coupling builds, pushing them both closer to the pinnacle of pleasure and with a primal roar of pleasure, Tyrant Darius releases his hot and thick cum deep into both Fang's pussy and butthole simultaneously. The feeling of his warm seed filling her tight and sensitive holes sends Fang over the edge, her body convulsing in intense pleasure. The room is filled with their shared moans and the scent of their raw passion as they climax together, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy.

Tyrant Darius: My Queen milk me now!

Fang: Yes my King.

Tyrant Darius, reveling in his dominance, commands Fang to tightly milk his engorged cock and tail. Fang, obedient to his orders, clenches her inner muscles around both of his pulsating members, creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation for Tyrant Darius. Her tight grip intensifies the stimulation, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from him as he succumbs to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

Tyrant Darius: Perfect! Seed of Divashma consume my cum so you bloom and help Fang reach perfection.

So he releases another powerful wave of cum, his essence filling Fang's depths, thanks to Tyrant Darius's potent cum, the Seed of Divashma begins to work its transformative magic within Fang. Gradually, her body, mind, and soul undergo a profound change. Her physical form takes on subtle alterations, reflecting the essence of seed of Divashma's power. Her thoughts and desires shift, aligning with new depths of sensuality and primal instincts. The very core of her being is touched by the seed of Divashma's influence, forever altering her existence. Fang, empowered by the changes within her, tackles Tyrant Darius onto the bed with a fierce determination. Straddling his head, she takes control and orders him to lick her pussy, asserting her dominance. Tyrant Darius, eager to please, obeys her command, his tongue delving into her wet and throbbing core with a fervent hunger. Fang moans in delight, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of his skilled tongue on her sensitive flesh, as she rides the waves of pleasure, basking in her newfound authority, Fang shouts in bliss as Tyrant Darius skillfully licks her pussy, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of her sensitive folds. Each flick and swirl of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan with delight. In addition to his oral ministrations, he playfully spanks her buttocks, adding a hint of pleasurable pain to the mix. Fang's pleasure intensifies as the sensations merge, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Tyrant Darius's skilled tongue ventures deeper, reaching Fang's womb with tantalizing precision. He lavishes attention on her most intimate depths, pleasuring her in ways that send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. The combination of his oral prowess and the increasing speed of his playful spanks heightens her pleasure, pushing her closer to the brink of an explosive climax. Fang's moans grow louder, echoing in the room as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensations, Tyrant Darius fueled by his lust and dominance, snapped his fingers, unleashing a torrent of hot, thick cum that surged into Fang's eager and waiting womb. The force of his release sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Fang's body as she was filled to the brim with Darius' potent seed. The sensation of his thick essence flooding every crevice of her intimate depths left her gasping for more, her body trembling with the overwhelming intensity of the moment as Tyrant Darius continued to unleash his unrelenting torrent of cum, Fang's belly swelled rapidly, expanding with each forceful thrust. The once-flat expanse of her abdomen transformed into a round, swollen mound, resembling that of a heavily pregnant woman. Her skin stretched tightly over her distended belly, showcasing the visible outline of Darius' virile seed within her. The weight and pressure of her swollen womb only heightened the sensations coursing through Fang's body, intensifying her pleasure and desire for more as the seed of Divashma consume Tyrant Darius cum. Then Tyrant Darius sat beside Fang, his dark eyes full of power and confidence. He placed a hand on her neck and gently caressed the mark of the Aeshdeos, a mark that meant the seed of Divashma had fully blossomed within her, as the seed of Divashma bloomed within her, Fang felt her body tremble with pleasure and madness as the seed of Divashma began to feed on her very essence. She could feel it pumping its power throughout her, growing stronger and stronger until it reached its final transformation and she was consumed by it, becoming a powerful Demon Goddess and Queen worthy of her love, husband and king Tyrant Darius.

Tyrant Darius: You look so beautiful, my Queen, the seed of Divashma finally transform you in your true self, together we will bring the new world that I've dreamt of, one where we rule, our daughter and our friends shall bend the humanity to its knee to us. Kozholok will soon regret doing that ritual and causing this transformation as it helped me to become my true self! For i am Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

His hands wandered down Fang's neck and caressed her breasts.

Tyrant Darius: It is almost time to introduce you to the rest of the world, but first, I want to introduce you to a special part of my body.

Tyrant Darius lay down on the bed and with a snap of his fingers levitate the sleeping Fang and deposite on him then with a snap dark tendrils envelope both of them, Fang slipped into unconsciousness as dark tendrils surrounded her and the Tyrant King, their bodies merging together. She could feel Tyrant Darius's hips, chest, and head touching her as they became one body. Fang could feel his strength flowing through her, filling her with dark desires and needs. There was no separation between Fang and Tyrant Darius, and she felt becoming the ultimate embodiment of darkness and pleasure as her feet and toes slowly sank into the Tyrant King's body, fusing with his muscle and bone as if someone had sewed them together with thread and needle as they merged, Fang felt a jolt of power and pleasure, and she was being pulled deeper and deeper into the Tyrant King's body. She could feel her body becoming a part of his, her legs and thighs sliding into his hips and thighs, their souls becoming one. Then Fang's fingers, hands, and arms slowly sank into Tyrant Darius's fingers, hands, and arms, fusing with his muscles, nerves, and skin. As their bodies melded together, Fang felt another jolt of power and pleasure, and she was being pulled deeper and deeper into the Tyrant King's body. Their fingers and hands intertwined, their arms and legs fused into one, and their minds and souls were becoming one. Tyrant Darius kissed her back hair, ready to pump as much of his soul and power into her as possible, knowing that as their bodies temporaly fused it will hasten her furthen perfection, Fang would become strong and powerful like him. Finally Fang's head and chest slowly sunk into Tyrant Darius's flesh, fusing with his body and their hearts beating in unison, their very souls becoming one. She could feel his power and lust coursing through their combined body, and she welcomed this transformation fully, her body prepared to be shaped and perfected.

Tyrant Darius: Now that you're fully inside me i can perfect your body so everyone will worship you like the Demon Goddess you're.

He said as he caress his chest. He smiled, ready to mold her body into its perfect, dark and powerful form so his flesh began to slowly massage Fang's body, molding it to the shape of a mother goddess like Danu or Hera. Fang could feel the Aeshdeos pumping more power through their combined body, shaping and transforming it into an incarnation of power and fertility. She felt her breasts growing larger, her hips widening, and her body curving and becoming more feminine and motherly.

Fang: Oh, king.. this is.. this is incredible. I feel... I feel powerful, king... I am becoming what I'm meant to be... My life is becoming perfect... I am becoming perfect...

As Tyrant Darius's flesh continued to shape Fang's body and mold her into the perfect form of a goddess, she felt her hair growing longer and smoother, and her skin took on a sensually smooth and perfect draconic scales and texture. Aeshdeos and Tyrant Darius continued to pump power through his flesh and Fang could feel herself building toward the ultimate release. She could feel her body changing, her form becoming even more powerful and seductive, and she was ready for the peak of pleasure and ecstasy that Aeshdeos and Tyrant Darius were building towards. She let herself be taken by the dark pleasure coursing through them both, waiting for the earth-shattering release that she knew was near.

Tyrant Darius: We almost there my perfect queen, my divine wife. Just hold on a little longer...

Then Tyrant Darius flesh's massage, squeeze, squish, and spank every inch of her body, Fang felt the pleasure building and building until she could no longer hold back. She let out an animalistic scream as an earth-shattering orgasm shook through her body, sending both her and the Tyrant Darius into a violent and explosive climax. Fang lay back against the bed, gasping and shuddering from the intense pleasure of the climax and her transformation. Tyrant Darius's body also ejected her from his own body and tossed her into the bed, both of them now separated and exhausted from the powerful climax as Fang caught her breath, she looked over at Tyrant Darius and smiled as she saw his exhausted but satisfied expression.

Fang: It was...It was incredible, King, Now I am everything that I was always meant to be.

Fang murmured, her body trembling and her eyes shining with pleasure and dark seduction. Tyrant Darius leaned in and kissed Fang's lips intensely, his mouth covering hers as he worshipped her new body and her new power. He was filled with pride, awe, and passion as he kissed her, caressed her, and bathed her with love and reverence. Fang's body responded in kind, her mouth clinging to the Tyrant King's lips with hunger and lust. She felt like a true goddess and wanted to be worshipped like one and Tyrant Darius was providing her with everything she wanted. Their kiss was long and deep, their bodies pressed together with the pure ecstasy of their transformation. Tyrant Darius looked down at Fang with affection and tenderness in his eyes as he held her close and caressed her.

Tyrant Darius: You are truly a goddess. You are everything that I could have hoped for and more, and I am honored to be yours. Let us bring the world a new era together, my love.

He whispered, his voice trembling with love and awe. Fang looked up at the Tyrant King with worshipful eyes, her body shaking with joy as he held her.

Fang: I am your Queen. Lead us forth into this the new world and give me the pleasure of serving as your perfect wife and the ultimate Demon Goddess of your desire.

Tyrant Darius and Fang walked into their chamber, their bodies glistening with pleasure and power as they saw that the orgy was still going. Fang's first action as a dark goddess was to strip the souls off all the demons and people and savor their power and essence. She relished the feeling of becoming more powerful and more divine with every soul she absorbed, and she wanted to devour them all. Tyrant Darius watched her with pride and admiration, pleased that his queen was so powerful and they would conquer this world and create a new one together, Fang giggled as she caressed her pregnant stomach and told her child to eat her portion of souls so she would become invincible like Draceana. Tyrant Darius smiled as he watched her, his eyes full of pride and affection as he saw his queen devouring souls and growing stronger with every bite as Fang looked down at pregnant stomach again and smiled.

Fang: I am so proud of you. I'm sure that you will grow up to be strong and powerful, just like me and Dracaena (future self and Lust II) you will have many brothers and sisters alongside your past and younger self. I will bring them into the world, and we will be a powerful family, a true pantheon of Demon Deities. Together with my Tyrant Darius and husband, you, your sibiings and our friends, we will rule the new world and destroy everyone who stands in our way!!!

Fang concluded, looking towards their perfect future.

Fools Rush In

Part 6

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 55: This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course, I’m in.

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Riley

A/N: Thank you to my amazing bestie @burnsoslow who beta read at 2 am last night. And my prereaders @charlotteg234 and @mom2000aggie

Series Premise: With two weeks until Liam is to marry Madeleine, the guys throw him a bachelor party in Vegas. After a drunk night, he finds himself with way more than he bargained.

**MC did not exist in Liam’s social season. OC lives in Las Vegas.

Word Count: 1740

TW: Drug usage mentioned

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The limo pulled out of the Taco Bell parking lot onto Tropicana Avenue, headed west towards Spring Valley. In the back was one king, a former prince, and a teacher-turned-overnight-queen of a country she'd never heard of 24 hours ago. 

While the trio cruised down the bustling thoroughfare to retrieve some of Riley's belongings, Liam was on the phone with his credit card company. He was trying to figure out why his unlimited card was declined, leaving Riley to foot the bill for Leo's Nacho's Grande Box, a Triplelupa Box with extra lupa, and a Pineapple Freeze. 

Leo gulped as he scooped melted cheese and beef up with a tortilla, trying not to look too guilty. He didn't want his younger brother to know that he and Drake paid for the entire bachelor trip using Liam's card ... among other unusual expenses. However, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Drake had it last, and the blame could fall squarely on his shoulders.

Frustrated, Liam hung up the phone after the automated agent couldn't understand his Cordonian accent and continued to reroute his call back to the beginning. No sooner did he put his phone away than he was alerted to an incoming call. Liam glanced down to see his stepmother's name flashing boldly with each ring. There were no doubts in his mind what she wanted. Obviously, the news had reached her at the Palace.

With an anxious feeling growing in his stomach, Liam let out a heavy groan before tapping the screen. 

"Hello, Regina."

"Hello, dear." Her greeting was surprisingly warm and pleasant. "I need to know the truth; are these rumors accurate? Did your brother marry you to some strange woman?"

Liam rubbed a hand nervously across his mouth; he was in no mood for a lecture. "He did. But I don't even remember it happening."

He could hear her disappointed sigh and felt terrible that his actions caused her this much distress. Regina might not be his mother, but she had been an integral part of his life since childhood, and he didn't want to let her down.

"Is your brother with you? If so, I would appreciate speaking with him."

Liam shot a look at Leo, whose hands were covered in melty cheese and sour cream. "Uh, yeah, hang on. Let me put you on speaker." He hit the button and whispered loudly to his brother that it was Regina for him.

A broad grin appeared on Leo's face as he swallowed the last bite of food. "What's up, Mommio?"

"Leonardo Wolfschitz Rys!" Her once-gentle tone was now brittle. "I am highly disappointed in you."

His eyes widened in confusion, the grin he had on before fading instantly. "What? Why? It was Liam's idea."

"Perhaps, but did you try to stop him?"

"No. He's 27 years old," he squealed.

"Be that as it may, you're the older brother. You're supposed to know better."

Liam snorted. "That's true, Leo. You really should start setting a better example for me."

Leo narrowed his eyes, reached across Riley, who jerked back, and punched Liam in the groin, causing him to yelp. "You're such a tattletale; you got me in trouble! She was all I had left."

Liam rolled his eyes then reassured his stepmother he would meet with her when the plane landed back in Cordonia in the morning.

Staying quiet, Riley's wide-eyed stare remained fixed to the front of the limo, hands crossed in her lap. This ... this is my new family.

They made their way to Riley's townhome located within a tree-lined community scattered with homes similar to hers. 

While Riley took the shower she’d been desperate to get since waking that morning, Liam made himself at home just as she asked him to. Leo had met Old Man Burt -- Riley's elderly neighbor -- as they walked up the driveway. He begged the man to let him whittle sticks with him. The senior man thoughtfully looked at him before spitting out chewing tobacco and instructing Leo to score him a dime bag, and it would be a deal.

Leo didn’t know the man from a hole in the wall, but replied, “You know what, Burt? This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course, I’m in.”

Leo knew just the place and took off.

The neighborhood was quiet and serene; as Liam drummed his fingers on the leather sofa's armrest, he could almost envision a life of simplicity like this. He closed his eyes to take in all the sounds and scents not entirely unfamiliar to him but things he imagined most people took for granted:birds chirping in the windowsill, the occasional car that passed by, the screech of bicycle brakes, apple cinnamon air fresheners, and another scent he hadn't smelled in years. Craning his neck around to look out the window, he saw Leo smoking pot with the white-haired man dressed in denim overalls in the front yard. "What the hell? Dumbass."

Riley's shower took longer than he expected; feeling antsy, he rose from the sofa and walked through the home, trying to get a sense of who she was. The house was well maintained with brightly colored artwork on the walls, a nicely stocked bookshelf, shiny hardwood floors, and metal-framed photographs of different sizes assembled atop the fireplace mantle. 

Liam's eyes danced from photo to photo, studying Riley's images in a graduation gown posing with a small grinning brunette about Riley's age, her with two older gentlemen hugging in front of a Christmas tree, and a classroom of smiling kids holding up colorful drawings. 

There was one frame that laid face down.

Thinking perhaps it fell over, he gently lifted the frame to put it back in place. His brows lifted in shock.

"She's married?" 

"I was," Riley answered.

Liam whipped around with the photograph still gripped in hand, not sure what else to say. It wasn't like it was some deep, dark secret hidden from him, something that should upset him. She more than likely would have mentioned it to him at some point, considering they still hadn't had time to get to know each other. But he couldn’t shake the jealousy he felt.

"I'm sorry. I was just looking at your pictures and thought this one had been knocked over." He carefully placed it back on the mantle as Riley approached him.

Liam watched the hurt etch across her delicate features, and eyes that reflected a shattering pain as she stood face to face with her image in a flowy white gown wrapped in the arms of a man she admitted to being married to at one time.

"I … met him in my senior year of high school. We dated all through college. Had this big elaborate dream wedding after graduation. He was my best friend, my lover -- I thought he would be it forever ..." 

Liam gripped her shoulder when she paused to catch a breath, noticing the slight break in her voice. "After two years, he no longer wanted to do anything together. His excuses were always the same: working late, too tired, ‘just want to hang out with the guys tonight.’ He stopped talking to me. Quit looking at me. Stopped touching me. I think I knew in my heart what was going on, but didn't want to believe it. Then one day … I came home from work, and his closet was empty." She let out a humorless laugh. "But at least he left a strongly-worded letter detailing all my faults and where I failed him. It said he found someone better and that I didn't make him happy. He just ... didn't want me anymore." Those last words came out in whimper.

"Riley." Liam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "Sweetheart, that wasn't your fault."

Riley stepped back and swiped the tears from her cheeks. "That's why I'm doing this, Liam."

"What d’ya mean?."

"When I met Madeleine, I just knew I couldn't let you marry someone who would make you miserable too. You deserve to find someone who will make you happy."

He smiled at her. "What if that's you, Riley?"

She stood motionless for a moment, thinking about that question, then shook her head and muttered, "I don't make people happy, Liam. In the end ... they always leave me."

When Riley turned to walk away, Liam caught her wrist and drew her back. His hands flew to both sides of her face, cupping along her jaw. Their eyes studied each other; those compassionate blues cast a spell on her teary browns, engulfing the warm air surrounding both of them in want and desire. 

"I can't do this," she rasped weakly and lowered her face away from him.

Liam tilted her chin, his voice desperate and pleading. "Look at me, Riley. You can. You can. You just have to let me in."

Without a second more of hesitation, their lips collided into each other passionately.

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Drake scowled at the envelope in his hand that bore his name in large letters. "What do you mean, I've been served? I ain't been served shit."

The smaller man prepared to explain, but the intimidating glare in Drake's eyes made him choose his words more carefully. "Mr. Walker. Sir. I'm just the messenger --"

"Then, you can take your message and ..." Drake shoved the envelope toward the man. "This fucking envelope back to where you came from. I don't have a kid or owe anyone child support."

The man backed away and looked at Maxwell to gauge whether he would protect him from his rather large, angry friend. He figured out real quickly the lanky one holding two full bags of medications most definitely wouldn't. He swallowed past the fear that collected in his throat. "Everything you need to know is in the envelope." He nodded to them, both. "Have a good day."

Drake slammed the door open and tossed the room key and his wallet on the kitchen counter. He ripped the envelope open and scanned the documents with Maxwell looking over his shoulder. "I'm being sued for $120,000 in back child support by a woman named ... Boom Boom Powell."

A picture slid from the documents and landed at Maxwell's feet. He bent down to pick it up and rose slowly when he caught a glimpse. "Uh, Drake. This must be a picture of the kids." He held the photograph up of what appeared to be three-year-old identical triplets. "Who do these kids look like?" He knew the answer before he asked.

Drake squinted to get a better look; then realization hit him. He had never been to Las Vegas, but he knew someone who had many times before. And judging by the blonde hair, blue eyes, and mischievous smirks on the three little boys in the picture, he knew his assumption was correct. He tightened his jaw. "That fucker! He is dead."

Newly Added Fics

December 23-25

🎭 Angst  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series

Bryce x F!MC

Burned Paradise - @kelseaaa 🛸📚 [mini: wip] AU where Casey and Bryce meet and date at Stanford.

Part 2

Christmas Intruder - @littleredroseonthevalley ☁🎄 Rémy is a little concerned about his right to privacy and property when it comes to Santa Claus. [Family] 

Shattered Glass - @ramsey-lahela 🎭 The aftermath of Miss Martinez’s death brings back old memories for Lee. [1.12 Rewrite] [Hurt/Comfort] 

Teach Me How To Love - @eleanorbloom ☁ Bryce and Eleanor dancing Teach Me How To Love by Shawn Mendes. [Partnership]

The Stripper Cookie - @chocopeppermintcake ♥🎄 The roomies, Rafael and the Lahelas come together to bake Christmas cookies.

Bryce x Sienna 

Tears and Uncertainty - @thegreentwin 🎭 Sienna still isn’t over Danny and thinks Bryce could do better.  [Jealous; Hurt/Comfort]

Ethan x F!MC

A Family Reunion - @aworldoffandoms 📚 [mini: wip]  Nicolette gets a page to the ER and she never guesses who greet her there. She’ll have to juggle all aspects of her professional and private life. Will she be able to do it?

Part One- Family Reunion

Part Two - Inquisition

Part Three- Meet The Parents 

Afternoon Delight - @fanficnewbie ☁ Ethan offers Francesca leftover chicken and explains their kiss outside of his condo. [2.8 Rewrite] 

Alan Weighs In - @fanficnewbie ☁ Ethan’s dad comes clean and offers some unsolicited advice. [2.8 Rewrite] 

Another Option - @fanficnewbie ☁ Stories explore the idea that MC had the option to visit Ethan after her night at Donahue’s, and that Ethan has another option for the direction of his life. [2.16 Rewrite] 

Part One  |  Part Two 

Breaking The Habit - @the-pale-goddess ♥ Consider this piece to be the 30 diamond scene that didn’t make the cut in 2.9. It’s kinda emotional and raw? Takes off right after MC’s conversation with Rafael. [Office; 2.9]   

Celebratory Dinner - @fanficnewbie ☁ MC uses her skills of observation to catch Ethan trying to outsmart her. [Cooking] 

Christmas - @poudredevie ☁🎄 Dr. Reyes’ first and second Christmas while at Edenbrook.  

Christmas Eve - @starrystarrytrouble ☁🎄 After a fight with MC on Christmas Eve, Ethan has three dreams that change everything. Set during the time jump in 2.18. [2.18; Fake Dating; Conference; Fighting]

Cupid - @justanotherrookie ☁ Naveen and Ethan have a conversation after he gives Denise a spot on the team. [1.17 Rewrite] 

Dinner and a Show - @fanficnewbie ☁ After the art gallery, Ethan and Francesca decide to go out to eat.  [2.4] 

Dr. Delusion - @fanficnewbie 🎭 Ethan does his best to convince himself that he’s over MC. [Amazon]

Escape To The Amazon - @fanficnewbie 🎭 How did Ethan Ramsey land up in the amazon? [Amazon] 

Gingerbread - @jamespotterthefirst ☁🎄 The competition is on when they each help their patients make a gingerbread house.

Good Morning - @fanficnewbie ♥ The morning after the storm. 2.14 Rewrite.

Goodnight - @justanotherrookie ☁ Denise and Ethan have a sweet conversation before bed. 1.17 Rewrite. 

Last Time - @pixelsandkink ♥ For Ethan and Bree, every time is the last time. Set between books one and two.

New Orleans - @fanficnewbie 🎭 Ethan and MC try to ignore their feelings at a Medical Conference in the Big Easy. [Conference] 

Nochebuena: Deleted Scene - @writinghereandthere ☁ The one where Iván lives up to his title as the family gossip and troublemaker ... and makes Ethan sweat and embarrasses Mariana. [Family]

Pictagram Pitfalls - @fanficnewbie 🎭 Ethan discovers MC’s “thirst trap”. 2.5 Rewrite.  [Social Media] 

Post Mortem - @fanficnewbie 🎭 Takes place the same night after the events at the Bloom Estate. 2.6 Rewrite. 

Rainy Days and Mondays - @lucy-268 ☁ Charley’s having one of those days and Ethan makes it better.  [Cooking]

Safe In His Arms - @fanficnewbie ☁ Francesca tells Ethan she’s going to Vegas. 2.15 Rewrite. 

Squeeze Back - @pixelsandkink ♥ Bree has a date. With…not Ethan. [Jealousy; Office] 

The Boys - @justanotherrookie ☁ Things get awkward between the boys after the gym and secrets are revealed. 2.2 Rewrite. 

The First Morning - @fanficnewbie ☁ Imagines Ethan and MC the morning after their first night together. 1.15 Rewrite. 

The Seven Vows - @whimsicallywayward15 📚 [mini: wip] It’s their wedding night! A celebration of love, with odes to her hindu culture. [Marriage] 

Part One- The Wedding 

Part Two- The Wedding Night ♥

The Seduction of Ethan Ramsey - @fanficnewbie ♥ Francesca stays at Ethan’s condo with one singular focus. 2.9 Rewrite. 

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SELF PARA / BEGINNING TO END LOCATION: Rhea’s home in Olympus / Reina’s home in Las Vegas TRIGGERS: Domestic violence mention, it’s also so long and for what i’m so sorry

SEPTEMBER 1997, THE BEGINNING.

“Reina, you’ve got about five fucking seconds to get your shit and get down here or I’m leaving without you.”

Fucking Christ.

Reina knows this is insane. No one has to tell her she’s making a rash decision, or that she might be in over her head with this. It’s when she gets yelled at from the bottom of the stairs by her soon-to-be fiance that things are put well into perspective for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the question continues to nag at her. Why would you leave the only place you know as home with someone you’ve only known for a few weeks?

She’s almost eighteen years old with nowhere else to go, that’s why.

She very much wouldn’t be welcome back at the foster home she’d snuck out of a few months prior, pulling cash from the wallet of her last foster mother, slipping quietly out the front door while the man of the house slept loudly on the beat up recliner in a whiskey induced coma. They owed it to her anyway, it’s not like they spent any of their government funding on the kids they took in — it all went to booze and cigarettes, which Reina obviously ended up repeatedly stealing as well. Besides, she hasn’t been a ward of the state since she turned seventeen, and it had always been the plan to hightail it out of there the second she graduated high school.

It was lucky she met Jason when she did, considering she was running out of friends that’d let her stay with them until their parents started asking questions. It’s easier in the summer when there’s no school nights or homework holding them back, but as her friends got ready to head off to college and start a new chapter of their lives that Reina couldn’t even dream of experiencing, she realized she’d need to adapt and figure something else out. All it took was one night out at a bar with her friends and their fake IDs

Reina didn’t know the man but she knew of him, Hell everyone in town had to know of the Thane family. She babysat for some kids whose dad was in the MC so she’d picked up on some things here and she knew he had money, status, and everything she’s always wanted. It made the man an easy target and by the end of the night Reina somehow managed to get Jason Thane eating out of the palm of her hand.

From then on it’d been a whirlwind of going out to dinner, taking rides on his motorcycle, fucking in his childhood bedroom at his parent’s house — a bedroom she’d decided she was moving into just a week after they met considering she’d been practically homeless. Jason’s an asshole but they’ve been inseparable ever since that night at the bar, and when he started talking about how he’s running part of the club going in Vegas and he’d be going back up there in a few weeks to really get it all started, it’s been a no brainer — Reina had every intention of going to Vegas with him.

But now she wonders if this might all be a mistake.

It’d be so easy to get out of there and run, to sneak over to his brother’s room and climb down the trellis on the side of the house. To catch a bus to New Orleans and figure her shit out from there. All she has to her name is a bag with barely anything in it and the clothes on her back, though, and the thought of going to New Orleans without a plan is much more terrifying than going to Las Vegas with one.

“I swear to fucking God, Reina—”

Her boyfriend’s booming voice is enough to get her moving, down the stairs and out the front door with a smile on her face like she hadn’t just been contemplating skipping out the window and running the opposite direction. In her almost eighteen years of life this is the most terrifying choice Reina’s ever had to make, but it’s one she can’t really imagine an alternative to, so she just hopes it’s the right one as she hops on Jason’s bike and they start the journey up North.

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MARCH 2020, THE ENDING.

There’s been more fighting than usual. Doors slamming, plates shattering, bodies slamming into the wall. He doesn’t want to leave, Jason keeps saying. Why would we leave a place that we’ve got completely under our thumb?

Because your mother is sick, she always answers. The first few times it’d been relatively calm, but they’ve long since given up the pretense of being able to have a civil conversation. It’s sick, too, because there’s a part of Reina that understands why he’d never want to go. They practically control Las Vegas, the MC is both feared and loved and with Jason at the forefront of it, the two of them are as well. It’s a kingdom and who in God’s name would ever abandon such absolute power?

Reina never thought she would. She thrives in this environment, in chaos created for the sole purpose of keeping them rolling in piles of money. The way people look at the two of them around here makes her feel like a fucking God, and the complex it’s given her reflects that completely. Who would leave this? The question nags at her every time she argues for it, sometimes it’s Jason’s voice and sometimes it’s the devil on her shoulder but the sentiment is always in the back of her mind.

Then her conscience shows up, that pesky little thing that rarely ever comes out to play in Reina’s case. To be completely honest, she was never entirely sure she had one until a few months ago when they’d first gotten the call. The guilt of not being around for Rhea as she’s slowly deteriorating is greater than anything Reina’s ever felt before. Maybe she does have a moral compass, and it’s pointing directly towards heading back to Louisiana to be with the rest of their family while this bullshit happens to them. If there’s one woman in the world that can break down all of Reina’s walls and have her completely at her mercy, it’s Rhea Thane.

But Reina’s almost done trying. She’s tired of the back and forth, and quite frankly she doesn’t know if what she’s fighting for is even worth it. Does she really care that much about leaving her house and her lifestyle — about leaving Caine, her only solace in this Hell she’s somehow made a home — enough to get bruises for it? Olympus is a shithole, a tiny little town filled with nothing of interest to her anyway aside from her family, and it’s far from the first place she’d ever choose to live. At this point, Reina might just be ready to throw in the towel and let her guilt consume her instead.

But somehow it’s like Jason knows she’s about to give in. After a long stretch of blissful silence that evening, he finally comes upstairs to bed from a phone call Reina had assumed was just about club business he may or may not fill her in on afterwards. But as soon as she sees his face, she knows that isn’t what this is about.

“I talked to Ma.”

He looks exhausted. Reina has no sympathy.

“She was fine and then she just switched up and thought I was Dad. I don’t even sound like him.” His father, who’s been dead for six years — with a gravelly smoker’s voice and violence just in his tone. Reina can see the resemblance. Slowly, Jason drags a hand over his face, as if he’s contemplating his next words but Reina already knows what he’s going to say — she could tell from the moment he entered the room. “We gotta go down there.” And just like that, it’s settled. After weeks of trying on Reina’s part, he finally makes one fucking phone call to his mother and suddenly Jason is the patron saint of the Thane family, at her beck and call as soon as he needs her. Maybe they have more in common than she thinks after all.

There’s no use in an I told you so, though. No amount of gloating on Reina’s part will ever make him think he’s been wrong this whole time, so she just lets out a sigh. “Good.” That’s all that’s said before they settle in for bed, the next few days after being dedicated to what Reina’s been pushing for all this time — they’re going home.

If Only:  Chapter 18

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Liam x Riley (MC)

SUMMARY:  And they're off to Cordonia!  Riley and Liam have a heart to heart about what to expect when they arrive in Cordonia.

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Chapter 18

Riley was certain of one thing – she would always find herself awestruck at being able to fly on a private airplane.  She hadn’t traveled all that much before, but when she did, it was a pain.  The astronomical cost of airline tickets, the long lines, the long list of TSA security no-nos that she could never seem to grasp . . . all of it made the whole prospect of travelling more of a nuisance than anything else.  Traveling with Liam, on the other hand, had been nothing but a dream since the moment they got to the airport.  Liam once again took charge guiding her to where they needed to check in.  Things at the airport had gone just as smoothly as they had when they left Las Vegas.  Actually, it had gone even smoother than Las Vegas since they were flying out internationally and that terminal had not been nearly as crowded as the domestic terminals.  Liam once again breezed by as Riley trailed behind him, still unaccustomed to the life of private jet-setting.  She still found the entire thing to be a bit surreal.  What normally would have been a two hour process had only taken them twenty minutes.  Apparently, the life of royalty had some major perks.

A little over an hour later, Riley found herself sitting on the private plane that was scheduled to take them to Cordonia.  She stared absently out of the plane’s window as she contemplated how differently her life had ended up than what she had planned out over the years.  For one, she never, ever saw herself sitting on a private plane as they waited for the all clear for takeoff.  For another, she never thought she’d get married to a complete stranger on a whim – in Vegas, no less.  Then again, she also never thought she’d ever meet someone like Liam.  She bit her lip lightly as she watched him joke around with the flight crew.  Apparently, he knew all of them quite well.  They weren’t treating him like a prince, but rather an old friend who they were excited to see.  But that was the thing about Liam – despite his royal roots, he seemed like such an average, ordinary, everyday guy.  He was genuinely a good guy - somebody you could sit around and have hours of conversation with and never got bored.  She smiled and watched as he fawned over pictures of one of the flight attendant’s newborn grand-daughter.  He never fell short of amazing her.  She had always pictured herself winding up with some sort of science geek, who, like her, had spent years focusing on his education to land the perfect job.  Liam was completely different.  The connection they shared was one in a million.  The time they spent together alone in her apartment had further solidified that fact.  She’d have been foolish to let him slip away from her in Vegas, and if she had, she’d likely never find that sort of connection with someone else ever again.  Their relationship wasn’t something that you could just dismiss as being a spur of the moment, one-time fling.  He made her feel alive again, and she loved how he had forced her to reevaluate the life she was living, and helped her to see that none of it was what she wanted.  It felt as if they had known each other for years instead of only a few days.  There was just something about Liam that brought out her desire for an exciting new adventure.  For the first time in years, she didn’t have a plan, and it scared the shit out of her.  There was no denying the fact that she felt like she was swimming in the deep end of the pool without any sort of lifejacket.  But, for some reason, she was okay with that, because she knew she’d have Liam by her side to help keep her afloat.  

Riley’s smile grew as he chatted with a different flight attendant about their travel plans when they got to Cordonia.  He was going on and on about how he wanted to take her to their country house to show her the orchards of apple trees.  She looked around the bustling plane – apart from the three flight attendants she had seen, she had counted four more flight attendants and two pilots on their flight.  She shook her head in disbelief.  It was crazy to think that all nine members of the flight crew were aboard just for them.  It was hard to believe that this was her life now.  

Liam grasped one of the male attendants on the shoulder as he headed back over to where she was sitting.  “You look rather deep in thought,” he murmured as he sidled into the seat next to her.

She smiled softly.  “Just thinking about what a whirlwind this has all been.  I guess it’s just hard to believe that we won’t have to listen to crying babies or fighting for space for our carry-ons in the overhead compartment.”

“I admit, those are things I have never had to worry about when I traveled,” he smirked.  “But I can imagine those sorts of things would be rather inconvenient.”

“Exceptionally so,” she chuckled.  “You’re so amazing with people, Liam.  The way you talk to them and treat them with the utmost respect regardless of your status,” Riley looked at him in admiration.  “You’re just a genuine, sweet man,” she said, clasping her hand in his.

He looked at her adoration.  “I’ve known all of them for years – since I was old enough to travel with my father,” he smiled.  “They’re like another set of family members.  The older woman I was talking to?  Dolores?  She just welcomed her first granddaughter.  My father gave her some time off to spend with the new baby,” he explained.  “Being royal doesn’t make you any less human.  Having compassion and being respectful are just decent things to do,” he explained as he squeezed her hand back.

“Well, you don’t see a lot of that in New York,” Riley mused.  “And I’ll be honest, people can become a bit snooty when power goes to their head.  Trust me.”  She thought of the many rude people she encountered as she walked along the streets of New York City.  There was always some guy in a total rush with a cell phone pressed against his ear and a briefcase swinging from his hand pushing his way down the sidewalk trying to get the next available cab.  New York people were savage.

Liam chuckled at her observation.  “Quite true, love.  I assure you, that is just how I was raised.  I just couldn’t live with myself if I treated anyone with anything but the respect that they deserve.”

“You are one in a million, Liam Rys.” She smiled broadly, squeezing his hand tightly.

“As are you, Riley Rys,” he winked at her.  

She blushed as she changed the subject.  “So, do we have any layovers or are we landing straight in Cordonia?”

He shook his head.  “No stopovers, that’s not how private jets work, love.  The flight should take about eight hours tops,” he explained.  “We’ll be arriving in Cordonia at around 7:30 in the morning.”

“Wow, that early?” Riley asked.  

“The time difference will take a bit getting used to, especially since you’ve lived in New York your whole life,” he explained.  “The early arrival will be beneficial to us, I’m sure.  I doubt the press will have caught wind that we’re arriving that early.  It might give us enough time to get you to the palace without the mad rush of press on our tails,” he reasoned.

“The press?” She asked, her eyes widening.

Just as Liam was about to explain further, the pilot came over the loudspeaker announcing that they would be preparing for takeoff.  Riley inhaled deeply as she felt the power and speed of the plane push forward as it readied itself for take off.  She was momentarily distracted from the idea of the press and what exactly he meant about them being on their tails.

When they reached a comfortable elevation, the captain came over the loudspeaker again.

“Your Majesties, thank you for joining us this afternoon.  We expect the flight to take roughly eight hours, and we are expecting clear skies and smooth travel.  Should you need anything, please let any one of our staff attendants know and they will be glad to assist you with whatever you may need,” the voice boomed.

“Was he talking to me, too?” She asked, her eyes widening once more.

“Well, yes, love.  You are the future Queen of Cordonia.  It is only right that he address you as such,” he explained.

Riley knew that marrying Liam automatically meant that she was royalty, too, but having someone actually refer to her as one was crazy.  

“Your Majesties, would you like a beverage?  Wine?  Or champagne perhaps?” Dolores, the attendant Liam had been talking to earlier asked.

“Love?” Liam asked.

“Um, maybe just some water?” She asked quietly.

“Of course, Your Majesty.  Prince Liam?”

“I’m fine, Dolores,” he smiled brightly at the older woman.  “Maybe when we have our meals I’ll have a bit of scotch,” he added.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” she acquiesced as she poured Riley a glass of water.

“This is surreal,” she murmured, mostly to herself.

“Love, this is what you have to look forward to each time you travel,” he laughed.  “With our busy schedules, it only seems right that we travel as comfortable as possible.  After all, we don’t know when we’ll have a spare moment to ourselves again,” he said knowingly.

She nodded nervously, her hands fiddling about in her lap.  That’s actually what was worrying her.  What was life going to be like now that they were heading out of their Las Vegas and New York bubbles?  

Liam leaned over, clasping his hands around hers and smiled.  “You’re fine, love,” he murmured encouragingly.  “Now that I have you held captive in an airplane . . . ” he trailed off, eyeing her a bit nervously.

“What?” She asked; worry once again coursed through her body.

“Are you ready to talk about what you’ve signed up for?” He shot her a nervous smile.  He looked as if he were waiting for her to jump ship . . . or in this case, plane . . . any second.

She eyed him suspiciously, taking a large gulp of her cold water.  “You act as if I just signed up to go to war or something,” she chuckled anxiously.  “I know you don’t want to scare me, Liam, but I think I can handle whatever they’re going to throw my way,” she said.  Think being the operative word.  She talked a good game and tried her best to calm the quaking nerves inside of her, but in truth, she was absolutely petrified.  She had no clue how to be a princess . . . let alone a queen when that time inevitably arrived.  How on earth was she going to manage it all while still getting to know her new husband?

“I don’t mean to sound so cryptic,” he explained apologetically.  “I suppose I just wanted to prepare you for what might happen when we arrive,” he said vaguely.

“Are you expecting a grand welcome?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Well, possibly,” he admitted.

Her eyebrow arched a bit higher.  “Oh,” she said nervously.

“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what to expect.”  He ran his hand nervously over the back of his neck, and looked at her bashfully.  “Our early arrival does buy us some time as I mentioned, but I’m honestly not too sure what the Cordonian people have been told.  I’m not sure if they’ve publically announced the end of my engagement to Olivia,” he said uncertainly.  “In fact, I’m not sure if they even announced that we’ve gotten married.”

“And if they have?” Riley asked.

“If they have, then you can expect the press to be hounding us until they get a printable story,” he sighed.  “It’s the nature of the press, love.  They have a hunger for a scandal . . . the more prominent the person, the more desirable the story,” he said glumly.

“And being the heir to the Cordonian throne, any story about you would be explosive,” Riley said, understanding where he was going with his explanation.  The press wouldn’t let the story rest until they had every single detail about the end of his engagement to Olivia and their subsequent marriage in Vegas.  They were in for one hell of a welcome if that were the case.  She shook her head hesitantly.  The idea of being hounded by the press wasn’t something she was particularly looking forward to.  She had never paid attention to those sordid, trashy tabloids back home.  She had always thought that it was grossly negligent to publish half-facts and over-exaggerations.  This was the conversation that she had been worried about.  Up to this point, everything had been a vague and distant idea that she had formulated inside of her head, but as Cordonia loomed closer and closer in front of them, at some point they’d have to discuss the elephant in the room, and apparently, Liam had decided that “some point” was right then and there.

“I wish I could say that this will be easy, love . . . but it won’t.  I wish I could take the burden of the scrutiny of the press and the people and my family away so that you would never have to endure a single unpleasant moment.  But having lived this life in the limelight for as long as I have . . . I know that many will have . . . reservations,” he explained hesitantly.

“Reservations?” She asked, slightly confused.

“They may publish some untrue things about you . . . they may suspect we got pregnant out of wedlock, hence the quickie marriage . . . they may even publish some nasty, untrue remarks about your friends and family . . .” he trailed off.

She winced a little.  She had never really had a thick skin growing up.  She had always been sensitive, and she didn’t like to be teased or taunted.  The idea of having a whole nation scrutinize her every move, made her physically ill.  The idea of having someone critique how she acted, what she wore, who she spent time with . . . it all felt too much.  But to have that extend to her family and friends?  She couldn’t imagine dealing with that on top of everything else.

Liam continued.  “Olivia was a well-liked Duchess, and although the marriage was arranged, I’d imagine that many may not take kindly to the broken engagement . . . and our subsequent union,” he reasoned.  

“Like Bertrand,” she arched a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes, like Bertrand.  Some of the people of Cordonia are traditionalists.  They may not be so welcoming to the fact that I have married someone not of the country.  Not of Europe for that matter,” he explained.  “But I have no doubt that once they get to know you . . . the you I fell in love with . . . all of their reservations will disappear,” he said optimistically.

“I hope so,” she said meekly.  “I know it’s going to be tough . . . I just don’t want people to hate me, you know?”

“They won’t hate you, love,” he chuckled.  “How would they hate the most amazing girl I’ve ever met?”

Riley sighed, leaning closer into him.  “You were engaged, Liam.  To a woman you have had a friendship with for most of your life.  Are you telling me that she’ll warmly open her arms and welcome me to the palace?”

Liam grimaced in reply.  “Well, obviously not.  Olivia will prove to be a difficulty.  Of that, I’m quite sure.”

“And your parents?”  Riley added.  “You got into quite the tiff with your father before we left.”

“As did you,” he reminded her.  “My father and stepmother will come around.  Once they realize that Cordonia’s future will not be in any jeopardy and that the monarchy will continue, they will warm to the idea of our marriage.  It will take time, love.”

She nodded.  She sucked in a long breath.  She needed to be strong.  As long as she had Liam by her side, she knew they’d be able to overcome whatever difficulties that were headed their way.

“We’re going to get through all of this together, Riley.  I will never forget how much you’re giving up for me . . . for us,” he said passionately.

She leaned in for a soft kiss.  Liam deepened the kiss before pulling himself away.  “I have such a hard time controlling myself around you,” he said breathily.

“Let me distract you.  Tell me about Cordonia.  Not about the press or the bad stuff we might encounter,” she shook her head.  “If I’m moving to a brand new country, I should know everything there is about it.  The internet wasn’t too helpful.  I guess it’s so small that not a lot of people actually know a whole lot about it,” she frowned.

He nodded.  “It is small, but I assure you it has a rich history.  A history that you and I are now a part of,” he smiled.  “I’ll happily answer any questions you’d like about Cordonia, but I think that the best way to get to know our beautiful country is to experience it first hand in person,” he said.

“I’m looking forward to seeing everything,” she agreed. After a brief moment, she asked another question. “So, can I get a job when we get there?  Or is that sort of not allowed.  I just don’t want people thinking I’m some sort of gold-digger.  Your friends already accused me of being a crown-chaser, and I don’t want people thinking that I don’t want to work . . . because I kind of do?  I mean, I don’t really know what I could do considering I have a degree in Biology   . . . and I’m a medical school drop out . . . but there has to be something right?” she rambled out

Liam stared at her as if she had three heads.  She supposed it was a silly question.  Did royalty work?  She tried to think back on the lives of various royal figures - did Princess Diana have a job? What about Princess Eugenie?  How about Duchess Kate?  Surely an independent woman such as Duchess Megan Markle kept a job?  She frowned, she was being ridiculous.  Of course they didn’t have jobs.  They were too busy jet setting alongside their husbands.  She frowned at the thought.  She had never seen herself as being a woman who relied on a man to do all of the hard work.  She hadn’t liked when Liam’s friends had thought of her as being a crown-chaser, and she certainly didn’t want the rest of the public thinking the same thing.  Shouldn’t she be able to prove that she’s way more than just some woman that Liam met in Las Vegas?  She wanted to contribute in someway . . . even if she didn’t know exactly how she could contribute.

“You don’t have to work, love.  I told you that.  You will want for nothing the moment you set foot inside the palace,” he assured her.

“That’s such a strange concept,” she frowned.  “Not working . . .I mean, I went to college, got my degree, held quite a few jobs over the years, and now I just . . . do nothing?” she pursed her lips.  “I don’t want people to think that I married you for anything other than love,” she said softly.

“Being Queen is a job in itself Riley,” he explained.  “You’ll be expected to plan social functions, attend political meetings, coordinate various social programs, meet with different international figures . . . although the compensation process might be quite different than what you’re used to, you will very much have a job in Cordonia,” He rationalized.  

She nodded, although she still had a hard time wrapping her head around the whole concept.  “So the whole social functions thing . . . is that like party planning?”

“Oh, love.  It is far more than just a party.  Why don’t I give you a brief history of Cordonia and some perspective on the monarchy and perhaps then you’ll understand a bit more about how important the social season is to the Cordonian people?”

She nodded eagerly, sitting up in her chair.  “I’d like that a lot actually.  I feel like I’m jumping out of a plane without a parachute when it comes to knowing anything about Cordonia.  I really don’t want my first impression with your family to be me clueless about the country I’m now a resident of,” she gave a nervous chuckle.

A few hours later, Liam had recounted a not-so-brief history of everything about Cordonia.  Riley had no idea how Liam was able to remember all of it.  She guessed having grown up there gave him an upper hand, but still.  He was able to recount every single monarch and every single duchy that.  He could even rattle off population stats that all sounded like a bunch of mumble jumble to her.

“Lords and Ladies . . . palaces  . . . waltzes . . . balls . . . court . . . my head is spinning, Liam,” she frowned.  She needed some aspirin, or maybe a stiff drink.  She hadn’t expected her Cordonia 101 class with Liam to be easy, but she had hoped that she’d be able to at least glean some information to help her survive her first few days there.  Instead, she felt like she had nothing but information overload.  She couldn’t tell you who anyone was or what city was what because all of the names and places started to merge with one another after a while.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re doing remarkably well,” he said encouragingly.  “Hopefully some of the notes you took will help,” he smiled.

Yes, she had taken notes, but she had no clue what was important and what wasn’t.  She hadn’t even known Cordonia even existed before meeting Liam.  Now, she suddenly needed to know everything there was to know about the tiny country.  How on earth was she going to remember everything?  

“Trust me, love.  In time, all of this information will become second nature,” Liam beamed at her.

She snorted.  She didn’t want to tell him that she was more of a math and sciences sort of girl as opposed to being a history buff.  She couldn’t imagine a time when all of these Cordonian factoids would become second nature.

“Here.  Let’s test some of your knowledge now.  I’ll give you an easy one,” he said excitedly.  “What is the capital of Cordonia?” Liam asked expectedly.

Riley licked her lips nervously.  Her eyes scanned the notes in front of her, but she could barely make out half of her short hand.  She paused, uncertainly.  “Valtoria,” she half-asked.

“Correct,” he smiled at her proudly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hand.  “You don’t give yourself enough credit.  You’ll have Cordonian culture down in no time.”

She smiled tightly in response.  She hoped he was right.  She had been taking notes off and on during their discussion, but she didn’t really know how it would help her if she got ambushed by the press.  It’s not like she could pull out a set of flash cards when she was getting interviewed.  She didn’t think that’d earn her any brownie points with the Cordonian public.  

Liam continued to quiz her on questions during the last few hours of the flight, and Riley admittedly was starting to remember some of the major things that Liam had taught her, but she still felt that all of the information she had just gained were whirling inside of her head like a tornado.  She had never wanted to excel at something so much in her life.  She felt like she was back in school, trying to cram in as much information as possible.  She just hoped it stuck.

“What if I mess up?” She asked worriedly.  “It took me years to even learn all the capitols of the fifty states,” she frowned.  “And even then I still managed to goof up every now and then,” she said, her voice laced with a bit of panic.

“Riley, love, you’re a natural at this.  You may not be Cordonian by birth, but we will have you be a star pupil on Cordonian history in no time,” he said encouragingly.  “Like I said, you’re already doing so well.”

“I don’t know how I’ll remember all of this,” she said faintly.  “There’s a reason why I went to medical school.  Liberal arts wasn’t exactly my strong suit,” she joked.

“I’ll be there to guide you, and my friends, once they get to know you, will be more than happy to provide you with some help along the way.  I happen to know that Bertrand majored in history at our university,” he said.  “I’d be happy to talk to him about perhaps giving you some private lessons on Cordonian culture,” he offered.  “He’d actually be well-suited to help you adjust to court life.”

“Bertrand  . . . yeah, I don’t think he’ll be very much inclined to help me considering he wanted to have our marriage annulled,” she sighed.  “He also seemed to think that I would be the demise of Cordonia.”

“Well, yes, remember, Bertrand is a traditionalist.  His duty to country comes before all else.  But regardless, he’s still my friend, and as such, he’ll want me to be happy.  If I ask him to help you adjust to court life, he will do it.  Begrudgingly at first, but after he sees how well suited you are as my wife, he’ll come around.”

Riley sighed.  What an optimist.  As much as she wanted to believe that Bertrand would help her, she believed that he’d probably eagerly wait for the moment for her to fall flat on her face.  She was about to ask Liam a few more questions about Cordonia when she felt a slight rumble under her feet.  She felt the plane begin to descend, and looked at Liam a bit concerned.  “What was that?” She asked in alarm.

“We’re getting closer,” he explained as his eyes peered out the window.  “It looks like we’re descending a bit to prepare for landing,” he reasoned.  His eyes grew a bit brighter as he stared out the window.  “Well, Mrs. Rys . . . if you look out to your left you’ll catch your first glimpse of your new home,” Liam beamed proudly.

Riley leaned against the window, her eyes gazing out into the distance below her.  She could just make out the aerial view of the country.  A million thoughts ran through her mind.  They were here.  They were finally here.   Riley gazed out at the shimmering blue ocean below her.  Cordonia’s coastline was breathtaking.  The little information she found on Google did nothing to prepare her for the sheer beauty of the country below her.  

She turned to Liam in awe, and he greeted her gaze with a beaming smile.  All it took for her worries to wane was a single look at Liam.  She knew this move would be hard, and she knew that she would be faced with a lot of scrutiny, and although she still had reservations about what would be like as an outsider, she knew that as long as Liam stood by her side, she’d somehow manage to pull through all of this.  

“That’s our country,” he said, leaning over her, pressing a soft kiss on the temple of her forehead.

“Our?” She whispered, still a bit overwhelmed about the reality of finally being in Cordonia.  She turned to face him, his eyes fixed on her in admiration.

“Yes, love.  The moment you said yes . . . the moment you signed those papers . . . this became all of yours,” he said proudly.

Hey, Hogwarts Mystery players! I thought I’d start something, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this too! I’ll add some names of users I know play the game, and...yeah, pass it on, if you want! @weasleyismyking540​ @weasley-adoptee​ @hphm-roger​ @shinyrockalaska​ @dat-silvers-girl​

A Character Theme for your MC:

A Character Theme for Jacob:

A Character Theme for (blank): [This one can be for other original characters you’ve added to your MC’s circle, like parents, other siblings, etc., or even for HPHM ships you ship!]

And now, to start off -- here’s mine!

Carewyn Cromwell ~ “Someone Else’s Story,” from Chess [fancast: Sadie Sink]

Lately, although the feelings run just as deep, The promise she made has grown impossible to keep, And yet I wish it wasn't so... Will he miss me if I go? In a way, it's someone else's story: I don't see myself as taking part at all...

Carewyn’s single biggest insecurity is her lack of control over her life and how people see her. Although she wants so much to just be a normal Hogwarts student and join the Frog Choir, Dueling Club, and Quidditch team like she dreamed, her entire life has been consumed by the mystery of the Cursed Vaults and her brother’s disappearance. But the reason for that is that Carewyn always dreamed of achieving great things with her mother and brother there to support her. Without Jacob there, her dreams would feel hollow and selfish, and as Slytherin as Carewyn is, she wants to be the best person she can be, which includes being the best morally and emotionally too. And so she’s swallowed back her frustrations, doubts, and resentment and has decided that her own identity and happiness must be overlooked in favor of addressing her imminent need to break the Vaults’ curses and save her brother. When Jacob is found, then she can finally get everything she wants, because her dreams would be complete with him in it.

Jacob Cromwell ~ “This is the Moment,” from Jekyll and Hyde” [fancast: Timothée Chalamet]

Give me this moment, this precious chance... I'll gather up my past, and make some sense at last! This is the moment when all I've done -- All the dreaming, scheming, and screaming -- Become one!

Carewyn’s older brother, Jacob Cromwell, was the only real father figure in her life given how absent their father was before he and their mother Lane divorced. Jacob has always dreamed of achieving great things, and when he realized the “weird” things he was blamed for were really evidence of magical talent, he fell head over heels for magic and wanted to envelop himself in every branch of it he possibly could. His placement in Ravenclaw couldn’t have suited this thirst for knowledge and achievement better, but it also exacerbated some of his flaws, like his disorganization, neglect for his own health and hygiene, and obsessive nature. Jacob always has been very protective of and affectionate toward Carewyn despite his disheveled, sometimes immature affect. He would often shield his sister from bullies when they were growing up, and he also forcefully hid his bad habits and investigation into the Cursed Vaults from both her and his mother. Carewyn adores him to pieces despite his flaws, but he sadly is just erratic enough of a person that it’s hard to guess what he’s thinking at any given time.

Lane Cromwell ~ “Widow’s Walk,” by Suzanne Vega [fancast: Claire Danes]

I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the Will -- It's clear that I need better skill in steering... That line is the horizon -- We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail...

Like her son Jacob, Lane is a Ravenclaw alumnus with an independent streak, but she was born to a very close-knit, traditional magical clan called the Cromwells, who had a very clear image of who Lane was supposed to be and how she should live her life. Of course the soft-spoken, yet free-spirited Lane was pretty much destined to not conform to her family’s expectations -- after school, she fell in love with a Muggle and rather happily embraced the Muggle world as she was forbidden to tell her new husband about her magical heritage. Two children and one divorce later, Lane has gotten back on her feet as a single mother who works as a free-lance magical historian and Rune expert from home for the Ministry of Magic. She could sense a lot of turbulent emotions in Jacob before he disappeared and right now can sense there’s a lot Carewyn isn’t telling her, but after how overbearing her family was her entire life, she’s become desperate to not suffocate her children and wants them to be free to live their own lives, no matter how worried she is for their well-being. And so she struggles to keep Carewyn’s and her relationship strong in Jacob’s absence, and she’s actually been covertly doing her own investigation into Jacob’s activities by writing and talking to various Ministry of Magic employees. She’s also kept diligent correspondence with Carewyn’s Head of House, Severus Snape, and Hogwarts’s Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.

HOW APOLONIO RAMOS JR EXISTED IN THIS WORLD!

This is my story. And I hope this will also help others find themselves as what I have been doing now. I studied at Namuccayan Integrated School and pursue my Senior High at Sto.Nino National High School. I will tell you further in the other chapters of my book my story. I hope you will like it.

  CHAPTER I

It was a humid windy 10 o’clock in the morning of February 04, 2004 when a cry of a baby boy was heard at Ramos residence located at Zone 03, Brgy. Namuccayan Sto. Niño, Cagayan.

           The baby boy was named APOLONIO Jr. He was named by his Father Apolonio Pacion Ramos and later on approved by her Mother Teresita Caban Duque .

           He was the youngest and only boy of her parents after his Ate Kenneth , Ate Monette and Ate Rhea .

           And that was how APOLONIO D. RAMOS JR. existed in this world.

 APOLONIO Jr.!!

           According to my Mother, my name was taken from God of Apollo  who is a God of music because my mother loves to sing and the her past time when she is pregnant she always want to hear music. According to her (my mother), she wants also want to inherit my father’s name because I am the only boy in our family.

           Knowing those characteristics, my Mom told herself that if she’ll be having the chance to give birth to a baby boy, she will surely name her APOLONIO Jr.

           I'm thankful that God had given me a handsome name. I just do hope that I can also imitate and do what my mother is expecting me to be so.

    CHAPTER II

                        MY CHILDHOOD

I can say that as a child there are lots of stories each one of us can tell. It maybe joyful or sorrowful but one thing is for sure, we always laugh at them when we remember each detail of our unforgettable experience as a child.

           I studied at Namuccayan Integrated School from Kindergarten to Grade Six and not for bragging, I was also one of the ranking pupils in our school. I owe that to the persuasive effort of my Mom who scolded me whenever I cannot read what she wanted me to read. I can still remember the time when we have to use lamps because we cannot afford to avail electricity. You can imagine how hard it is for us to study during the night. Nevertheless, her effort was very fruitful because I became a consistent honor pupil.

           I can still remember the time when we have to walk for at least two kilometres in order to reach school. Even when it is raining, we have to go to school wearing big plastic bags as our rain coats to cover our bags and things because our parents cannot buy us umbrellas.

           Life then was really so hard. Now that I’m grown up, I realize that we really got hard life. My Nanay and Tatay have to go to the farm, enduring the painful heat from the sun and rain just to earn for our living. Life is never easy, that was why they would always tell us to study very hard because they don’t want us to have a life that we have right at that moment in the future. They told us to bear with whatever they could provide us and not demand for things they can’t give us. Life has been so challenging even at my young mind but that didn’t keep me to stop pursuing my dream and goal in life.

           I was a dancer and a singer. My Nanay would always make and sew my costumes and at times I don’t like it because I envy my classmates wearing ready-made clothes while mine was not. But despite those adversities I or I should say we survived. As I have said, we need to bear whatever they could provide us.

                                   One unforgettable and afflictive experienced I had as an elementary pupil was when my parents cannot attend or watch our programs in school especially during recognition days because they have to go to the farm and work under the heat of the sun just to earn for our living. I cannot help but cry but I cannot do anything otherwise, if they will not do it how can we live?

           When I remember them, it pains my heart because I came to realize how hard and unfair life is. But these experiences made me realize as well that no matter how hard life is, we should not forget to fight and survive the challenges. It will make us stronger and prepare us to a more complicated world.

    CHAPTER III

 MY HIGHSCHOOL LIFE

 I was so excited when I was about to enter High School. Why? It is simply because my cousins were always telling me that it’s very enjoyable. New rip-roaring moments will be experienced, academic freedom is exercise, different talents can be found in there as a whole, a blind-siding experience.

           I felt so fascinated and that I anticipated attending High School classes. I did not regret enrolling at Namuccayan Integrated School because I experienced more than what I expected.

 GRADE SEVEN (S.Y. 2016-2017)

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Adviser: Mrs. RAECHELLE CONCEJERO

  During this School Year, it was the time of my adjustments as a freshman and adjustment to my new environment.

I was hard-up at first, but because of my cousins’ support, I made it though.

Being a student entails a great responsibility. I really need to be active in class, nevertheless, I will be behind. I became an officer at different clubs, I worked so hard in doing my school work and that I started to establish my name in my school. My closest friends before were the Grade Ten that is why my parents thought that I was a member of a sorority group, although some of my friends were.

           My mothers’ unceasing adjurations helped me endure and fight the temptations of a teen agers life.

           During this days. Jm Ramos, Jayvee Vega, Ruth Narciso, Pearl Andres and Jhon Carlo Casirayan became my closest friends and this I believed was my consolation on my efforts.

Time flies so fast and I already reached the next chapter of my life as a Grade Eight.

  GRADE EIGHT  (S.Y.2017-2018)

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Adviser: Mrs. Nympha Eusebio

I became more confident this year. I’ve experienced going to other schools for division and district contests. I remained in the first section. I started vying for position in the highest organization of our school the Supreme Student Government.

I was a basketball and Volleyball player. I tried as well to be one of the Masters of Ceremonies during programs at school.

           One thing very memorable that happened during this S.Y. was when Gigi became my girlfriend. That was November 28, 2017. I first experienced how to love, I don’t even know if it was really love because I was so young and fragile. I became so attached to her and I felt like I’m nobody when he’s not around. Nonetheless, I did not set aside my studies because my Nanay would always say: “99% studies, 1% lovelife. Ok lang maggirlfriend wag papabayaan ang pag-aaral.

           Whenever I have problems with her, my friends would always be there ready to listen to my sighs and cries.  Thank You Best Friends. 

           I received my first cell phone this year.

           Seems like this year ended so fast. I did not notice I was already about to enter my  higher years.

           That’s life, reality needs to be accepted. Just a blink of an eye I am now a Grade Nine student.

  GRADE NINE (S.Y. 2018-2019)

Adviser: Mrs. Olivia Marcos

           This S.Y. I believe was the most challenging and the most critical year of my high school year. I experienced a lot of achievements, of success, but many emotional failures have also arisen.

           I was then the YES-O (Youth for Environment in School Organizations) and a member of the Editorial Staff.

           The Wasalak barkada was also formed. The members were: Jm Ramos, Jayvee Vega, Ruth Narciso, Pearl Andres and Jhon Carlo Casirayan . We all belong to the same class.

           I was the one who gave the name. We fostered many good and bad habits to the campus. If there are problems, we always make sure to talk and solve the problems. We became popular although we were already, because almost all of us belong to the top of the class.

                       One time I forgot my costume together with my tumbler at school. My Father scolded me for the first time and that was my first time to be spanked by him. I cried and run away. I went to my Tita’s house. After a while they also get me.

           I went to school in the morning carrying with me my things. My eyes were bulging. In the afternoon I went to my Cousin’s house and stayed there for the week end and the following week ends after the incident at home. I thought that going and staying there would be very much beneficial for me and that I will be able to solve my problems but I was wrong. They did not even bother to call nor fetch me there. Because of that I felt so unloved. Kuya Joy, my cousin became so supportive to me and that is the reason why I can’t forget him even up to this time.

           My adviser Ma’am Olivia stood by my side all the way. Even though she’s always busy she sees to it that her class was in order. What I can’t forget about her were her pieces of advice. She became our Nanay-nanayan.

           February 15, 2018, Juniors and Seniors Promenade. Yes, I experienced my first promenade this year. It was awesome. It was so “kilig” you know why?      

           I was sitting and writing something in the table because I was finalizing our script being the MC that night. Suddenly when it was announced for Lady’s Choice  shocked when my crush want to dance with me. That was so memorable because we were the only partner dancing in the gymnasium accompanied by the music “MY LOVE”, because we will be graduating next month. That event ended very smoothly.

           Election. SSG. I vied for Vice presidency because my teachers told me to do so. Nobody has the courage to fight Ruth Danille so I didn’t have the choice. Nonetheless, I became the President of YES-O. I garnered Second Rank.

  GRADE TEN (S.Y. 2019-2020)

Adviser Mrs. Felisa Deniega

           Time really flies so fast. Just a blink of an eye I was already at the last stage of my Junior high school life.

           As a grade ten student, I have to be more responsible mot just in terms of my studies but be more responsible as an officer. We have to foster good examples to our school mates specially to the lower years.

           This year I was able to join the Leadership Training for SSG officers and compete up to the National level of Skills. I met many people, students from the different places in the country. Those events helped me gained my self-esteem and self-confidence.

           I felt fulfilled at this stage of my life. I have seen a lot of places, but I needed as well a lot of finances. That was why my parents were hard up for this.

           Despite these fulfilments, I can say that this was also the saddest moment for me as a high school student. I bid goodbye to my Alma matter, to my friends, to my best friends and to all the people who have touched my life and helped me to become who am I today.  

Prompt Request/Rachel Green Quotes Prompt

(Jax Matsuo x MC*Amy) with the prompt "I will kill you." As requested by @krsnlove​

(Jax x Amy) A Choices Bloodbound fan fiction.

A/N Going all the way back to book 1 once again for these two. I decided to start with the scene where they have narrowly escaped with Adrian after the betrayal over the serum in his office. The group is in one of Jax's safe houses.

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@krsnlove​ @desireepow-1986​

That's It?

I sit down against the cold concrete wall and try to get my heart to resume it's normal rhythm. After bursting through a window and dropping from one building to another in my employer's arms, I'm surprised I haven't gone into cardiac arrest.

Perhaps I have had a heart attack and this is simply my brain's last bursts of images showing me the impossible.

My eyes dart from one vampire to another.

At least these are my friends.

I need to seriously reevaluate my choices in life.

If I survive.

"Amy?"

I look up as Jax sits down beside me. He drapes his arm around my shoulders and tugs me close to his side.

"You're safe now." He whispers.

I snort and let out a slightly hysterical laugh. If he could read minds, he would know that there is no such thing as safe anymore.

How could I be safe after angering the other clans of vampires.

Dead girl walking, people. Right here, is a juice box to the first vampire that catches me.

My sense of humor leaves much to be desired.

Jax's warm fingers rub up and down my arm, trying to soothe the tension thrumming through my body. My skin tingles with the memories of being alone with him in the Shadow Den. Every moment seemed like a dream. Every touch. Every kiss. Every caress.

Why did that mind blowingly incredible time have to end so quickly?

Adrian clears his throat and struggles to stand up. All eyes go to him.

"Rest." Kamilah urges. "You're not strong enough yet."

"I might never be." He tells her. "Taking all the serum has," he struggles to concentrate. "It's going to be in my system for days. We have to keep moving."

"Where?" She asked. "Vega and the others know all our--"

"I have a place." He interrupted, running a hand down his clammy skin. "Upstate. A cabin in the woods."

"You have a cabin?" She exclaims. "A place I don't know about!?"

He shrugs and turns toward the rest of us. "We need to leave."

Jax stands up beside me. He tosses a set of car keys toward Kamilah. "It's all gassed up with provisions."

I jerk my head around. "You're not coming with us?"

"I have to stay and protect the clanless." His intense eyes soften as he gazes down at me. "With a war between the clans, my people will be cannon fodder."

"But--" I can't seem to get the words out.

As if knowing what I'm about to ask, he steps closer and caresses my cheek. "You could--" he swallows nervously. "You could come with me."

My heart swells. He does want me. I bite down on my lip. "I can't." I reach out and grip his jacket. "I owe it to Adrian after all he did for me to see this through."

Jax nods and takes a step back. The distance feels like a canyon. His sad smile makes me long to tell Adrian to fight his own battles without me.

"We have to stop parting like this." He says, grasping my hand.

"I'm coming back." I vow. Though, honestly, I'm probably going to die. "I'm going to return to the Shadow Den and you."

His grip tightens and he pulls me into a fierce hug. "Stay safe."

"You too." I notice his smirk and shake him. "I mean it, Jax! You better be alive when I return or I will kill you myself."

He chuckles. "Good luck with that."

I press a quick kiss to his lips, wishing we didn't have three other people watching us.

"I'm going to stay behind too." Lily says.

Seriously?! My own best friend newly turned vampire is going to let me, a mere wimpy human, go fight God knows what on my own?

"And if it's okay with Jax, I'm going to join the clanless." Lily adds. "Adrian, I can never thank you enough for giving me this life, but I fit in better with those in the Shadow Den."

Oh well this is just the icing on the freaking cake. She gets to go off with my--argh!

Adrian smiles in understanding. "Whatever you wish." He struggles to the door and motions for me and Kamilah to follow. "I hope everything works out." He pauses midstep and focuses on Jax. "Once this is over, Kamilah and I will make certain the clanless have a place on the council."

Jax's body tenses. "I'm holding you to that Raines."

Lily gives me a hug and makes me promise to be safe.

Backstabbing traitor, who I unfortunately adore and understand. Lily's only a fighter on video games. Still though. Something's wrong with this situation.

I step out into the night and get into the backseat of the car. I turn my head and catch what might be my one last glance of the man I fell so hard for.

I still can't believe this is goodbye. I feel everything for him. I think he might feel the same about me. Who knows?

Will I ever find out?

I lay down and try to sleep as Kamilah drives. Exhaustion of the mental, physical, and heart variety have taken its toll.

I am only human after all.

I awaken to the car bumping through a heavily wooded area. We weren't even on a dirt road.

"Adrian?" Kamilah's tone is laced heavy in doubt. "Are you certain this is--"

"It's just up ahead." His voice sounds a little stronger.

Then we see it. A rough three room cabin sits nestled in the deep forest.

Come to find out, it's the cabin Adrian had built for his wife and child when he was human. Built in the late 1700s, before the American Revolution began.

Yeah, I'm still wrapping my mind around it too. Don't even get me started on Kamilah and her ancient Egyptian ruling days. Some things were best left unquestioned.

After food and brief discussions about Adrian's family, I curl up in a sleeping bag in front of the fireplace.

I can't stop thinking of Jax. Was this it? Would I ever see him again? Even if I do survive, will he be upset I chose to help Adrian over staying with him?

Too many questions that I don’t have any answers for. No use dwelling on it now. I close my eyes and dream of being with him. Hearing his voice. Seeing that smile appear before he rolls his eyes at my corny sense of humor. Feeling his arms around me. His lips on my skin.

Needless to say, I don't awaken well rested.

Night has fallen once more. As we sit around a table drinking coffee, we hear it.

Vega and Nicole have found us.

And for some reason they are in a semi truck.

I turn toward the other two and see the perplexed expressions on their faces. Adrian breaks a chair and hands me a splintered leg.

A stake. Great.

We step outside, do a little prefight trash talking, and then Nicole hits a button.

The growls. The snarls. Oh my--

"Get in the cabin!" Kamilah yells at me as a horde of ferals come tumbling out the back of the truck.

Don't have to tell me twice. I run inside and try to keep from hyperventilating. Ferals. Why did it have to be ferals?

Glass explodes into the room. A gray, snarling feral rises up and eyes me.

"Oh sh--" I dodge him and somehow find an opening. I drive my stake so far into his chest that I have him pinned to the wall.

Our eyes meet, and I see the mindless rage turn to shock right before he turns to ashes.

"Amy! Are you--" Kamilah comes bursting through the door. She sees the blackened stake in the wall and the pile of ashes at my feet. Her smile of approval forms for a split second.

"We have to do something or we aren't going to make it. There's too many of those creatures." She grips her twin daggers and glares out the window.

We see Adrian struggling as he fights. Ferals begin to surround him.

"We need a distraction to divide the horde." Kamilah focuses on me. "If you would be willing."

Willing? Crap. "I'll be live bait." Did that seriously just come out of my mouth? Since when did I become so self sacrificing?

Kamilah promises to take out the ones that chase me.

Ha. Great.

Before I have time to think of the numerous ways this plan could go wrong, I run out and wave my arms in the air. "HEY! TASTY HUMAN OVER HERE!"

Too many of them turn toward me. Adrian stares, dumbfounded at what I'm doing.

Yeah Adrian, I know it's stupid too.

"Amy, NO!" He shouts.

Too late, I turn around and slide a few steps in the mud before sprinting further into the dark woods.

I can hear the blood pounding in my ears followed by an orchestra of growls and numerous feet crunching through the leaves.

"Don't look back. Don't look back." I chant, trying to psych myself up. If I can’t see them, then maybe I can pretend I’m not about to die.

I then hear the snarls cease one by one.

I peek behind me and see Kamilah take out the last few that had followed me.

Adrian brings up the rear, crushing a feral's skull between his hands.

We look back at the remaining ferals, charging toward us. We all know there is no hope we will survive.

Kamilah reaches a hand out to Adrian. "It's been an honor to fight with you, brother."

He smiles at the endearment she only used on him.

I ignore their tender goodbye. So that’s it? This is how my story is going to end? Ripped apart by monsters? I know I should be grateful for the time I have spent with my friends. But Jax! I was supposed to be with him. Should be with him. If I have to die, why couldn't it had been with one last look at his rugged handsomeness? One last kiss? 

This royally sucks.

I lower my head and spot a broken tree branch. I bend down and grasp it firmly in my hands.

"KILL THEM ALL!" I yell.

Kamilah and Adrian stare at me with mouths agape.

"Ride or Die people!" I'm such a dork for saying that outloud.

A feral comes charging at me then freezes. We both look down at the arrow buried in his chest. He bursts into ashes.

"BOOM! Kill shot!" Lily shouts from her perch in a tree.

If she's here, then maybe--

"Jax!" I run into his arms.

"I saw Vega leaving in a semi and knew something was up." He cups my face. "I couldn't let you face this alone."

Lily jumps down. "We're not the only ones."

I look behind them and see numerous clanless vampires coming out of the darkness. Along with them are the prisoners that Jax, Adrian, and I freed from the Baron's dungeons.

"You," Jax says proudly, "have made a lot of friends."

Tears prick my eyes. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him.

Wow, that man knows how to take a tense life or death moment and sear into my skin the feel of his lips. He lets me go, hands me a crossbow, and winks.

"When this fight is over, you and I are going back to my place." His seductive smile forms as he pulls his katana free. "Alone."

I have never been more motivated to fight.

With such enticing motivation, is it any wonder that we won?

And I definitely won, once I was back in those snug quarters with my shadow warrior.

Safe at last in his embrace: the very spot that would now forever be mine and mine alone.

damn rylan, back at it again with the loveable idiots — hello everyone & meet natalie, 29, devil’s disciple and sad sack of shit. she’s a recovering addict and an artist, part-time waitress at hale’s diner, part-time gardener at greer’s greenhouse, full time nerd and tiger enthusiast. find her info, facts & wanted connections below!! TW: DRUG ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, OVERDOSING.

BIO:

at ten she’s a spark begging to be ignited. a kid with a bright imagination, but her parents aren’t happy. school is hard for the girl who’ll spend hours covering textbooks in flowers — why should two plus two matter, she thinks, when i can make the paper bloom into whole gardens, full of creatures staring back at me, when i can create my own world? her parents have never been the kind to waste their days daydreaming. they look at their youngest daughter and think: where does she take it? all this carefree passion of hers, where does it come from? she lacks her father’s disposition for numbers, how clinically pristine they look when lined up one after the other, and how satisfying they feel when preceded by a plus sign on a bank invoice. she has none of her mother’s backbone, the way she carries herself as if pure, molten gold flew into her veins — staring everyone down, making herself taller. she seems to only have eyes for fleeting things, mundane passions: for her colors, for the music of a guitar, for the way the desert sand blows into her hair at sundown. come a couple years, all she has eyes of is the boy playing his guitar among the wrecks of a car parts graveyard — says his name is elvis and she knows that isn’t true, but in las vegas, somehow, you can make yourself be whoever you want to be. she smiles, and says her name is tiger instead: in another life, perhaps, she was fierce and with a bite.

at seventeen she’s golden spotlights on the vegas strip. atomic bomb waiting to explode, all summer glare and midnight rides into nowhere: it’s her and elvis in his daddy’s car and it feels like they could conquer the world, if they wanted. he sings to her, she dances for him, characters straight out of a ‘50s song, loaded with a naivety that tastes like the american dream. no time for overbearing parents, no attention paid in school: it’s just them, skin on skin, flowers blooming from her fingers in spray paint over abandoned buildings. this could last forever, she thinks, she begs, she prays: a life like this could last forever. (a life like this drains the best of her). elvis was born to be a king like his namesake, and he’s got dreams of fame and glory that don’t contemplate her presence. street artists never become rockstars, and she has time for nothing more than the creatures lunging out of her fingers, onto the paper. she’s skin and bones, ink and notes, like she could live off of music and drawings alone — and him, always him, a golden god, a forbidden hymn. the night he signs his first record deal she grabs her inks and her pens — draws a present on his skin, a crown for the king to be. and as she draws, she prays: that their dreams can be true, that this is not a happy chorus in a ballad, but a rock opera, a discography for the ages to come. she prays for him like a beggar at an altar: and maybe there’s magic in that crown she draws, there’s truth in the prayer she pours into it. he wins his dreams and leaves her behind: prayers always require sacrifices.

at twenty-two she’s broken lightbulbs under strangers’ feet. she’s shards of glass she could cut people with, but it’s herself she harms; see, elvis’ gone but there’s tons of friends in his place. there’s mary jane, addy, crystal, lucy and all her diamonds. vegas is a wonderland, a new high hidden ‘round every corner, and kind people willing to hand ‘em out like candy to an hazy, improvised alice — the drawings grow darker now, shadows with caved-in eyes and hollow chests. the colors don’t come the way they used to, and when they do they all look like a shade of nightmares — blood red, nausea green, despair blue. she looks for answers in his songs: on the radio, in her mind, she swears he still sings about her. has to follow him to the middle of the desert, to a festival where he stands on a stage and people swear he looks just like the real thing, the king himself. she doesn’t see him, though, but a hole where all her strength used to be, the us against the world turned into the open jaws of a ravenous monster: us against the world, and then the world collapses. wonderland turns to the land of nightmares, and the needle, it is her salvation — down the rabbit hole, she thinks, and someone must come out on the other side. either her, or the ghost of her. either her, or her evil turned to flesh. there is no white rabbit but a man — a good man, a honest man, with an inclination to fixing broken things. he helps her up to her fit, treats her alike his daughter and his sister, and when he begins asking her to help fix the remains of a broken bike, she begins to wonder whether he isn’t trying to fix her, too. sometimes he calls her tiger and she remembers when she fancied herself a wild and untamed thing, escaping cages, just following her instincts. under the heat of the south-west sun, she smiles. maybe all tigers were lost creatures at first.

at twenty-nine she’s neon gas begging to be lit up. there’s a tiger on her forearm, hides the scars of a previous life. there’s always ink under her fingernails, sometimes it seems it shines in the dark. charming has become her home: the devil’s disciples, her family. the bike she’d begun to fix with the man who helped her now bears the name of tempest, and she rides it out with the devils letting it add to the spirit in her heart — wild, untamed, free. her family becomes charming, becomes the devils, becomes rett, lani and rowan. she’s made herself a home in the sand: an old garage, turned inside out, now overflowing with flowers and colors, sparkling gems and drawings hanging at every corner — and a canary, otis, that sings her to sleep every night. she’s called it dustland, a sort of mythical place at the edge of charming, willing to welcome all the broken, all the wounded and the lost. but she loses herself too, now and then. at times she looks past the profiles of houses and buildings, and knows there’s a den of wolves in there, which hold the key to that rabbit hole she once lost herself in. at night, when the desert gets cold and her bones don’t feel anything like a tiger’s — she swears she can hear the wolves howl, beckoning. when she does, she turns to the ink to remind herself of how life was drained out of all shades, because of the needles in her arm. sometimes it’s enough to keep her breathing to the night. sometimes.

ABOUT:

• ‘heart over matter’, because she barely ever acts on anything other than pure instinct. • she lives in a refurnished garage on the edge of town, and she’s given it the name of ‘dustland’. it’s full of trinkets and good luck charms, colors and drawings hanging on every corner, flowers, healing gems and her bird, a pet canary named otis. it’s a big enough place to hide people who need to lie low for a while, people who need to get patched up or goods that need to be out of the radar of unwanted visitors.  • the above mentioned ways the dustland has been used before are also some of the biggest ways in which nat contributes to the mc. she’s not much use in a fight, but is resourceful enough to always find ways to help and prove her belonging in the club, be it by smuggling goods, helping the wounded, whatever it’s required that doesn’t imply bloodshed.  • when she isn’t working, you will find her drawing on virtually any available surface. she tends to create beautiful, meaningful portraits for the people she loves the most too — they’re all some sort of surreal, odd watercolor portrait. • she has several tattoos other than the devils’ one, the most prominent one on her right arm: a big, colorful tiger she got about a year since her arrival in charming. it was a drawing she made channeling the nickname rett had given her, and it was inked by none other than the original nat, natalia ballard. • she’s a vegan, and a creative cook — she loves creating elaborate salad mixes and cakes with unexpected ingredients (flowers, herbs, peculiar fruits she seeks out at farmer’s markets, etc). • her bike, tempest, is a bike she and rett fixed back up while he was helping her get clean. it’s a little old and rusty, but still fights to this day (and nat finds the symbolism in it lovely).

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

coworkers/superiors at either of her two jobs (hale's diner/greer's greenhouse). someone from the gang who knows her / elvis / any of her friends, since they were all pretty involved in the drug dealing business. someone from the gang who might tempt her with substances again. fwbs (none of these will become actual relationships because she's taken, in that sense, but it might be a fun, or even relatively toxic, dynamic until then). people within the mc she's closest to — sibling figures, people who have a special connection with her, people who can't stand her, people who will often ask for favors such as hiding someone at her place or smuggle something somewhere. neighbors of sorts (she lives on the edge of town, in a garage basically in the desert, but there could be someone in the neighborhood who occasionally drops by for a coffee or something). friends from the auto shop! her bike, tempest, is an old thing she put back together with the help of rett, but it still needs constant care. i'd love for someone from charming auto to be telling her this bike needs to move on to its next life, ngl. enemies (it's rare for nat not to be well-inclined towards someone, but sometimes she gets a bad vibe from people and will turn stone-cold to them, and that's a dynamic i'd very much like to explore). some sort of trainer who might help her grow at least some fight in the physical sense. + literally anything, i'm down for whatever dynamic so just hit me up!!

Spousal Privilege

Colt x MC

Word Count: 1944

Author’s Note: Set a couple of months in the future from the book. With Colt in jail facing charges for the deaths of the Brotherhood, has Ellie found a way to get him out?

Now with Follow up!: Epilogue

Taglist: @lovehugsandcandy @choicesarehard

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“Kaneko, you’ve got a visitor.”

Colt swings his legs off his hard steel bunk, the thin mattress doing very little to make it comfortable. He stands, and the jail guard puts shackles on his feet before shoving him roughly into the hallway. The two walk in silence toward the visiting room. Colt tunes out the clanking bars, the loud jail house sounds, and the jeers from the older, more hardened inmates. He winces at a particularly loud wolf whistle. He really needs to get out of here before he ends up becoming someone’s prison wife.

Colt stops at the entrance to the group visiting room, full of inmates sitting at different tables talking to family members. He’s surprised when the guard shoves him past the door, toward a part of the jail he’s never been to. As they walk by a closed in private room, Colt looks into the large window and sees Ellie sitting inside, drumming her nails on the table nervously. A smile comes to his face at the sight of her. Even though he’s only been locked up for a week, he’s missed her a lot.

The guard opens the door and restrains himself from pushing Colt inside since the girl is there to witness his rough treatment. “No touching.” He barks roughly at Colt as he walks past the guard and into the room.

Colt gives the guard a mocking salute. “Whatever you say Sanchez.”

The guard scowls at Colt before removing the shackles on his legs, closing the door behind him. He appears a moment later at the window, watching them menacingly with his arms crossed.

Colt resists his impulse to pull Ellie into his arms, clenching his fists to keep his hands to himself. She’s wearing the same pretty blue dress she wore to his hearing this morning. He had to change from his court suit back into the orange jailhouse uniform when he was transported back to the jail.

He smiles at her as he takes the seat across from her, starting to reach out for her hand before remembering himself and lowering his hand back to his leg. “Hey baby.”

She returns his smile. “Hey.” She looks him over. “Orange is really not your color.” She remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

He glances down at himself. “Really? I thought I was pulling this off.” He replies.

“Well, hopefully you won’t have to wear the orange jumpsuit for long. Your mom and I are trying to get your bail together.”

“What did my mom say to you? When they were leading me out of the court room after the hearing?” It’s been bothering him all day. He knows it can’t have been anything good.

“She said I could do better.” Ellie admits.

Colt scoffs. “Well, she’s not wrong.”

“It was nice to meet her. I wish it could have been under different circumstances though. She took me out for lunch afterwards, she’s so interesting. And beautiful!” Ellie says.

Colt smiles. “Where did you think my good looks came from?” He asks arrogantly.

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling fondly. “Well, with those good looks we really better get you out of here before you become someone’s girlfriend.” She jokes.

“You joke, but that’s a serious concern. What’s going on with my Dad’s life insurance policy? What about his fire insurance?” Colt asks.

“The life insurance won’t pay out. They’re calling your Dad’s death a suicide.”

Colt slams his fist on the table angrily, and Sanchez loudly bangs on the glass outside to warn him to cut it out. Colt clenches his fist and returns it to his lap. “It wasn’t a suicide. It was murder by the corrupt LAPD.”

“Colt, I know. But ultimately he did sacrifice himself, regardless of how voluntary his choice was. But the fire policy should pay out. The bad news is that they have to investigate first to make sure it isn’t fraud, that you didn’t set the fire.”

“How long is that supposed to take?” Colt questions.

“A couple of months.” Ellie answers.

“Fuck. So how am I supposed to come up with $50,000 for bail?” Colt asks.

“Your mom is trying to get a loan. She’s having some trouble though, her credit isn’t great. I asked my Dad if he would cosign a loan for me, but he said no.”

“I can’t believe this.” Colt mutters, irritably running his hands through his dark un-gelled hair.

“Is this a bad time to say I told you so?” Ellie probes.

Colt glares. “Yes.” He answers.

“But I did tell you not to do this. That this isn’t what your Dad would have wanted. Taking out the Brotherhood, besides Jason, didn’t bring your father back. And now look where you are.”

Colt looks at the guard worriedly, and then the camera in the corner, not wanting to say anything to incriminate himself in the deaths of the Brotherhood.

Ellie notices his apprehension to talk. “The room is soundproof. And they’re not recording. None of this is admissible in court.”

Colt scoffs. “Yeah right. I’ve watched enough crime TV to know they use phone calls from prison and confessions said out loud to an empty room all the time.”

“Except that you’re entitled to discuss your case with your legal team without being recorded if they put in a request with the jail beforehand.” Ellie says smugly, leaning back in her seat and looking pleased with herself.

Colt grins at her, “And since when have you been on my legal team?”

“Since I convinced your lawyer to take me on as an intern.”

Colt leans back, shaking his head in disbelief. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“I love you Colt, even if you don’t always deserve it. Like when you completely ignore what I say and do something like this.”

“I didn’t actually kill anyone. I just manipulated a situation that resulted in the Brotherhood all dying.” Colt responds.

“Besides Jason.” Ellie adds.

Colt grimaces. “I wish I could have taken that bastard out too. But I needed him to make the plan work.”

Ellie sighs. “Did your plan include him trying to cut a plea deal by implicating you?”

“They have no evidence. It’s just his word and he’s a corrupt cop who has actually murdered people.”

“Except it might not be just his word. Colt, I have bad news.” Ellie says.

“What?” Colt asks with dread.

“Jason told the prosecutors about me. I got a subpoena in the mail yesterday. They want me to testify against you.” Ellie confesses.

“Shit.” Colt mutters. He should have accounted for this. The rest of the crew couldn’t be tracked, no last names, aliases, scattered to the wind. He didn’t have to worry about any of them testifying. But Jason knew all about Ellie Wheeler.

“I won’t tell them anything.” Ellie assures.

“No Ellie. You can’t lie under oath for me. If you do, you could go to jail. Just testify. Maybe the jury will be sympathetic. This is my first offense. I was avenging my father.” Colt reasons.

“Colt, we can’t take that chance. You’re looking at up to twenty years!”

Colt winces as he’s reminded of the severity of his possible sentence. “So I’d be out by the time I’m 40. That’s not the end of the world.”

“Colt, there’s another way.” Ellie confesses. She’s blushing for some reason.

“What?” Colt presses.

Ellie has trouble meeting his intense gaze across the table. “If we got married, I wouldn’t have to testify against you. It’s called spousal privilege.”

Colt blinks in disbelief and the couple sits in an awkward silence.

“You want to marry me.” Colt mumbles in disbelief.

“Obviously, these aren’t ideal circumstances. Hell, this is never how I pictured getting married, but I think it’s the best way to get you out of this.” Ellie responds.

“You should leave me Ellie. Not marry me.” Colt says, but the loving way he’s looking at her contradicts his words.

“I’m not going anywhere Colt. I love you.” Ellie says reverently.

“I love you too, Ellie, but this is insane. We’re way too young.”

“Not legally. I’m 18. My Dad is going to hate this, but he can’t stop us. Honestly Colt, why not? We love each other, we practically live together now anyway, I’m always at your place. We definitely fight like an old married couple. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’s just a piece of paper.”

“You know it’s more than a piece of paper. Are you sure you don’t want to find someone better? You’re going to college next month, what if you meet someone who’s not facing 20 years in prison? Who treats you right and has a bright future?”

“Colt, I deferred. I’m not going in August” Ellie admits.

“Why Ellie? Langston College has been what you’ve wanted forever.”

“What I want is you. I’m not going anywhere until all of this is worked out. College will be there next year.”

“You’re being stupid.” Colt says harshly.

Ellie’s eyes narrow. “And when are you going back to college?”

Colt rolls his eyes. “That’s different. I wasn’t valedictorian. I didn’t have a full scholarship. You’re giving up everything. You’re going to regret it and resent me one day.”

Ellie’s eyes soften as he reveals his insecurity about holding her back. “Colt, I’m not giving up anything. I’ll go next year. And you’ll be cleared. We could move to Boston together. That’s what I want.”

“What you want is a jailhouse wedding? That’s what you dreamed of as a little girl?” Colt questions sarcastically.

“I’m not having a jailhouse wedding. I’m not marrying you until you’re out on bail.” Ellie responds, showing she’s put a lot of thought into this.

“You really want to do this?” Colt asks, giving her another chance to come to her senses and change her mind.

“Yes. I want to be Mrs. Colt Kaneko.” Ellie says with a smile.

Colt smiles back. “We could elope in Vegas. Be married by an Elvis impersonator.” Colt suggests.

“You can’t leave the state as a condition of your bail. But we can get married in a Los Angeles courtroom.” Ellie corrects.

“So no honeymoon in Cancun then.” Colt adds.

“Not right now, but once you’re cleared we can go on a late honeymoon. Besides, on a honeymoon I think you mostly just stay in the bedroom. We can do that right here.” Ellie says, shooting him a seductive look.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Colt admits.

Ellie looks out to the window, where Sanchez is still standing but he’s playing a game on his phone and not paying attention. “Make it quick.” Ellie warns.

Colt smirks and leans across the table, burying one hand in her hair as he kisses her hungrily. He doesn’t make it quick, instead deepening the kiss and resting his other hand on her neck.

The door slams open as Sanchez storms in. “Break it up you two!”

They reluctantly pull apart. Sanchez pulls Colt roughly to his feet. “Open you mouth.” Sanchez demands.

“Aaahhh.” Colt mocks as he opens his mouth wide.

Sanchez glares, gripping Colt’s chin and looking into his mouth.

“You didn’t slip any drugs in there, did you?” Sanchez directs at Ellie.

“Nope, just my tongue.” She responds cheekily.

Colt chuckles and Sanchez glares at Ellie this time. “Visit time is over.”  He mutters, putting the shackles back on Colt.  

“I love you.” Colt tosses over his shoulder to Ellie as he’s jostled out of the room.

“Love you too. See you next week!” Ellie returns.  

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Premeditated Part 2 (Day 24: Memories)

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! This was the perfect prompt for this fic so I had to have this come out today. Thank you for the amazing feedback on the first part, that was one of the most challenging fics to write but also one of the most enjoyable (why have I become so twisted?). Of course, a lot has changed in the canon story that makes the timeline for this a little weird. I envision that both parts take place after Vegas but before the Council meeting where everything hits the fan (pretend that there’s a business trip for Adrian in between that he had to attend). 

I’ve also committed to doing my crossover series for Bloodbound and Nightbound so expect an official announcement/teaser sometime soon! It has a name and even some artwork for it that I made last night, so get excited. I plan to write some one-shot fics that serve as a kind of prologues that share some of the developments that take place before Chapter 1. I have a lot of small headcanons that aren’t really enough to stitch into a full prologue so, I figured I would do this instead while I’m writing the first chapters for the series. 

(Spoiler alert: promotions, kittens, and why Zelenia is so good at flying)

Finally, I just wanted to do a quick thank you since I recently hit 300 followers on here! And please feel free to message me or send me an ask if you want to say hi, I’m always open to talking to more of you. 

For Day 24 of the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic

Book/Pairing: Bloodbound (Adrian x MC)

Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of violence, not nearly as detailed as Part 1)

Summary: Isabel deals with the effects of the memory on her as they struggle to tell Adrian the truth about what happened to him and his family.

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Isabel felt restless, fidgeting with the blanket covering her as she sat on the couch, waiting for Adrian to arrive from his emergency flight back. She had been ordered by both him and Kamilah to take the day off of work in order to rest and process what she had experienced. But, even in the poor shape, she was in, she hated not being there. They wouldn’t even allow her to work on her laptop from where she was with Kamilah and Lily enforcing it strictly. 

She knew they had a point, even as she was miserable doing absolutely nothing. She probably couldn’t focus on anything serious if she tried. There were many physical and mental symptoms from the ordeal that were still reaching their peak. Even twenty-something hours later, the images of the horror she witnessed were vividly imprinted in her mind every time she closed her eyes or thought about Adrian’s family. 

The one thing that did give her a little peace of mind was knowing that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He had landed almost an hour ago and would be there any minute now since Kamilah had picked him up from the airport. 

A touched smile appeared at the thought of the gesture. Even though it was hard for her to express emotion, having lived and lost so much, Isabel knew that she cared significantly. Somehow in between saving Adrian from near-death and getting them out of Kavinsky’s cages, she had earned the respect of the Ahmenet CEO, the person she had idolized and dreamed of imitating in the business world for years. Befriended even. 

But, she wasn’t completely relieved about seeing him. Her already upset stomach tossed and turned even more with anxiety. How would she react when seeing him? What would she say? She knew that breaking the news would trigger her mind to slip into the memory once more. She didn’t know whether she could take seeing and feeling those painful images again, but she probably wouldn’t get a choice. 

Before she had too much time to dwell on this, her acute hearing picked up on the sound of the doorknob turning followed by a persistent knock that anyone could have heard and she knew it was them. 

She jumped up to answer it and groaned when her body protested the movement. 

“Stay there,” Lily insisted, using her vampire strength to easily force her to sit back down. “I’ll get it.”

Isabel frowned at her but didn’t protest knowing that it was no use. She glumly resumed her previous position as her friend answered the door. 

Soon, Adrian’s voice was a commanding but welcome presence. “Lily, where’s Isabel? I need to see her.”

“I’m over here.” She exclaimed, fluffing the pillow she had been propping herself up with for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

She didn’t bother trying to fix her haphazard appearance, knowing nothing but time would remedy it. With his vampire speed, he breezed past Lily and was at her side in mere seconds. 

As soon as his brown eyes met hers, she crumpled and clung onto him as if he were a life preserver. 

“Oh Adrian, I’m so...s-sorry,” she whispered, beginning to tremble. 

“What for?” he asked in bewilderment. “I don’t understand.”

Although her brain was clouded and not nearly as sharp as it usually was, she still figured out what his question meant relatively quickly. She pulled away enough to look at Kamilah standing being him. 

“You didn’t...he doesn’t know...about them?” 

She shook her head, her expression sad and apologetic. “No, I assumed that you would want to be the one to tell him. If you’re up for it, if not, I can do it.”

“No. I can...I can handle it,” Isabel stammered. 

Adrian looked at them, his eyes widening in confusion. “You’re worrying me, whose memory did you see? Mine? Did you see something I did that frightened you?”

“What? No, not this time. It...it wasn’t your memory.” Her face twisted into a bitter scowl. “It was his.”

Kamilah gave her a silent look, asking for permission to interrupt which she welcomed. 

“But, the problem does have to do with your memory Brother,” she added. “It contradicts it.”

This only served to further upset him, the crease between his brows deepening into a canyon. “What? You’re not making any sense. Just tell me what you saw.”

Isabel had never seen him this desperate before and it nearly crushed her. She knew that once she said the words, that the last shred of control he had on his Id would vanish. She had already seen it jump out once and she was frightened by the prospect of it taking him hostage completely—that once it was out it wouldn’t be able to become contained again.

She and Kamilah shared a look of painful understanding between them. She feared what this would do too, maybe even more than Isabel did. But he also deserved to know the truth. The extent to which he had been used as nothing more than a soldier, a weapon.

The elder vampire sighed, her eyes fixing on his. “She will, Brother. But I need you to prepare yourself. I know you won’t believe it but, while your brain can change memories, hers can’t. It really happened and—”

“—Kamilah,” he insisted, frustration now bubbling over. “With all due respect, can you stop trying to sugarcoat it? Just tell me.”

The comment causes her to frown, a raw melancholy that was rare for the woman. “Adrian, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help protect you—”

“—I don’t need your protecting! I’m not your child that you can just coddle…”

The words hit Kamilah and her demeanor turned ice-cold her mouth open. Something he said had hurt her and for once she couldn’t hide it. The rant continued but, he didn’t notice that it had quickly become one-sided. 

“Adrian, stop, you hurt her,” Lily tried to say, inching over towards her mentor protectively who was still frozen still. 

But he couldn’t hear her over his tirade, still directed at his closest friend. This proceeded to only frustrate Lily which didn’t happen that often.

“Adrian, she doesn’t deserve this, chill out, will you?!”

Finally, Isabel had enough. The argument now between Adrian and Lily who was just trying to calm him down was making her head pounding painfully against her skull.

“I saw your family, Adrian!” she blurted, screaming at the top of her lungs so that it rang out loud and clear above the commotion. 

Both of them were immediately silenced. Lily proceeded to give Adrian a look that shouted we told you so.

Isabel’s statement had sobered him, and he numbly sat down in quiet shock. “What?”

“Eleanor…Charlie,” she confirmed her anger at his childish behavior shifting to sadness. She began to shake as the horrific images of the memory washed over her like a grim slideshow all over again. “They didn’t…die…the way you think they did,” As she forces the words out, her throat constricted.

She watched as his normally analytical mind failed to pick up the clues that skirted around their terrible misfortune of being too important to him. It didn’t want to figure out what she meant, the results too painful. She realized with dread that she was going to have to spell it out for him.

“What do you mean? Isabel?”

She swallowed down the boulder-sized lump that had lodged itself in her throat as she felt the tell-tale sensation of when she was just about to cry for the countless time since she was plunged into the vision. Yet, she wasn’t afraid or spiteful of it like she was not that long ago, having finally unlearned the dialogue she had internalized for two years. Her emotions, they didn’t make her weak, in fact, it was quite the opposite. It’s what has allowed her to not only survive but thrive in this new darker world she had been thrust into.

So, she let them fall like one embraced the rain on their skin. Luckily as she struggled to get the words to come to the surface, he suddenly gasped in horror, having finally pieced the information together.

“No. Y-you saw them…get killed?”

She opened her mouth to speak and then settled for a nod. “Sh-she let him in, he had a patriot uniform on. Said he knew you. A-and then he…oh god.” She buried her head into his shoulder, getting tears on the expensive suit jacket.

But she lifted it back up again since as soon as she closed her eyes, the vivid images imprinted themselves once more.

“But, they were killed by the British?” he said in disbelief, just like they had predicted.

“No, Adrian, they weren’t.” Kamilah had finally recovered from whatever emotional wound he had opened earlier. Her voice was as commanding as ever but, at the same time uniquely sympathetic and gentle. “That was most likely a false memory. Something you…made up to deal with what happened. I have them too.”

They let the information sink into him, not wanting to overwhelm him with the whole terrible truth at once.

After a few minutes, the shock on his face dissolved into acceptance and then despair as he thought of the tragedy that had taken place. “I-if one of them didn’t do it, then who did? Why?”

“Gaius,” Isabel sniffed, her clipped speech showing the anger she felt deep inside. 

The name rippled through the room, hitting him like a poisoned arrow.

“I-it can’t be,” he exclaimed. He jumped up into a standing position before trying to reconcile the thick web of lies he was spoon-fed so successfully. “There must be some mistake! There has to be.”

Isabel tried not to let his trauma filled skepticism get to her but, as someone whose last relationship was nothing but doubt and insecurity, she couldn’t help it. But, this wasn’t Adrian’s fault. Gaius was to blame for everything, so she didn’t let it consume her even as it did it’s best. Somehow through the continued waterworks, she found enough strength to power through for both of them.

She grabbed a hold of his lapels in order to get him to stop pacing and eventually she somehow was able to match his innate strength and he halted, which caused him to look at her.

“Adrian, believe me, I wish that it wasn’t true just as much as you do,” she said, her natural rasp breaking just like the collective hearts of everyone in the room. “But what I see is what really happened, whether the person with the memory knows it or not. I’m sorry.”

This seemed to be what she needed to say to convince him that the narrative he had painted about his family’s death was just that—fiction.

“No,” he let out a strangled cry, and suddenly there was a clear sheen in his eyes that Isabel had only ever seen once before. 

He sank down into the thrift store couch Lily had purchased when she first moved into the tiny apartment three years earlier, placing his head in his hands. 

“Why? Why did he have to do this?! Why couldn’t he have just spared them? They didn’t need to be hurt because of me!”

Isabel sat down next to him and placed a comforting arm around him. “I know. But, for…for him they did. It was all part of the plan to get you alone. Isolated with literally no one else to trust. A-and he also wanted all t-the blood.”

“Knowing Gaius for much longer than anyone, it doesn’t surprise me,” Kamilah told them glumly, confirming the theory. “He probably was watching you for weeks, months even. Calculating a foolproof plan to turn you…into his to control.” 

A dry, bitter scoff escaped her lips from having to relieve all of the pain the man had inflicted on her too. 

“He probably attacked you too, held you on the brink of death so that you couldn’t resist him.”

Adrian scowled in grief-stricken anger. “S-so I caused this. I’m the reason t-that they’re dead.”

The self-deprecating belief was like a knife to Isabel’s heart. Did he really believe that? 

“Adrian, no.” She forced him to look at her, and his reddened appearance from his silent tears crushed her. “Listen to me, I doubt there was anything that you could’ve done whether you had been there or not. He would’ve found a way.” 

Her words had yet to provide much comfort and he gave her a dubious look. But she quickly remembered something else from the memory that might be what he needed. 

“Hey, don’t just take it from us. Eleanor, she didn’t blame you for this, so you shouldn’t either.”

He finally began to respond at the mention of his former wife. “H-how do you know?”

Isabel’s answer was instantaneous. “Because she said so. T-they were her…l-last words. She apologized to you, about how s-she couldn’t protect…your son.”

“What exactly did she say?”

She bit her lip but obliged. “That. She also wanted you to know…that she loved you…and that if you somehow survived…she wanted you to live your life, to find happiness. That doesn’t sound like someone who believed that anything about this was your fault.”

When Isabel looked around, she noticed that there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Even Kamilah had to stare up at the ceiling for a minute.

Then, she shifted and was reminded of her sore muscles and winced, blowing out a tense breath of air. The whole ordeal of the revelation had allowed herself to become distracted from the fact that she was still recuperating from the vision’s physical manifestations.

His red-rimmed eyes fixated on her and he sat up abruptly. “Oh god.”

“Adrian?”

She blinked with surprise when he all of a sudden cupped the side of her face, examining every inch of her worn-out appearance.

“This clearly took a toll on you,” he told her. “Kamilah said it made you sick, that you had a fever?”

Isabel frowned, hating to be fretted over. It was a part of her independent streak, which had become even stronger after Derek made her almost forget it existed.

She shrugged, visibly downplaying the distress that she still felt. “It’s true, it’s due to me trying to process everything. Well, that and the memory was stronger this time. Much stronger.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you that usually when I’m in them that there’s a tingling sensation. But, I guess because it was so emotional, it actually hurt this time,” she described, trying to remember exactly what it felt like. “It burned, almost like there was this…electricity inside of me.”

At this, Lily became somewhat animated from where she had perched herself. “I can confirm that. You were really staticky. Your hair was standing up all over the place and whenever I tried to touch you, I would get shocked.”

“No wonder I’m so sore,” Isabel grumbled.

Adrian’s expression became even more troubled as the lingering regret and grief mixed with his concern for her well-being. “You must be traumatized. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

“Hey, it’s okay. That trip was important and I’m glad that you didn’t have to miss it,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “And every blessing has a curse, and this is mine. If doing this means that I can actually help you guys, if this is how I can contribute, then it’s worth it to me. I’ll do anything to stop Gaius at this point.”

And she meant it. Now that she had seen how his family had been violently taken from him, just how cruel his former master could be, she understood why Adrian had been so easily swayed to violence. By itself, it was already deceptively sweet, but coupled with grief it became like honey, cocaine. 

It was a cycle of vengeance and power that was extremely difficult to break. But, they would soon learn that it was the one thing that they would have to do when the one advantage they had would slip out of their hands. And to do so, they would have to tap into it, in order to rise above it. 

Fool’s Rush In

Part 3

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt #52: Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help  (It is highlighted in bold).

Series Premise: With two weeks until Liam is to marry Madeleine, the guys throw him a bachelor party in Vegas. After a drunken night, he finds himself with way more than he bargained for.

You can find the previous chapters here.

MC did not exist in Liam’s social season. OC Riley Brooks lives in Las Vegas.

Pairing: Liam x OC

Book: The Royal Romance

A/N: This is an 18 plus series. There is mention of an STD, so if that is a trigger … might not want to read.

A/N: Thanks to @burnsoslow and @choiceskatie for snippet reading. And Burnsy and @jessiembruno for suggestions.

Word Count: 1752

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Standing in the bathroom of the hotel's penthouse they shared with friends, Maxwell broke the news to a stunned Drake about his ... unfortunate condition.

"What're you gonna do about them, Drake?"

Frustrated, Drake ran a hand down his face, wanting to be anywhere but with Maxwell at that precise moment. "I don't know, Maxwell," he spat. "This is my first crabbing!"

"Maybe we can have a doctor look at them. Get some ... I don't know ... kind of comb or poison or something."

He pulled his pants back up and groaned. "I just need a drink."

Maxwell followed Drake out of the bathroom, keeping a good distance from his friend. "Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help."

Liam and Leo sat on the sofa watching the Instagram posting of the wedding ceremony as the duo walked by. 

A disgruntled Liam stood and gestured to the laptop on the coffee table. "Maxwell! Why the hell did you post this? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Drake was already out the door headed for the hotel bar. Maxwell never broke stride as he trailed. "No time to talk, Li. Got an STD emergency."

The door slammed with a jarring thud. Liam turned back to Leo with a confused look. "What was that?"

"Sounds like the Drakester didn't wrap it up," Leo chuckled while sippng on a capri-sun, while never taking his attention away from the screen. "Oh! Oh!" He waved his younger brother over with excitement. "This is the part where you sang, Moves Like Jagger, to Riley during the ceremony."

They both listened in as Liam's garbled voice reverberated from the speakers watching the King grind fervently against his bride. "Take me by the tongue, and I'll know you. Kiss me 'til you're drunk, and I'll show you all the moves like Liam. I've got the moves like Liam. I've got the moooOoooOooOooves like Liam."

Liam's hands flew in the air out of bewilderment. "I don't even know that fucking song!"

Leo slurped through his little yellow straw then replied, "I think you do. Videos don't lie, Liam."

A haste knock interrupted their viewing; Liam answered the door, surprised to see Riley.

The frantic woman held her phone up to his face. "Do you want to explain why I'm all over the internet with you, Elvis, and this … this monkey?  Also, it says we got married?"

Leo bolted from the sofa. "Hey! That monkey has a name, you know.”

"Not now, Leo," Liam grumbled.

Riley leaned to get a better look at the sandy-haired blond who was approaching the door. "Who are you?"

Stepping in front of his brother with a hand extended, he flashed his signature grin. "I'm Leo, your new brother-in-law. But only by half because my mom left me. Then I got a new mommy: Liam's mom -- then she died. Then we both got another new mom. Wait … is  Regina still alive? Oh my god! Tell me we still have a mom, Liam!"

"Leo! Get the hell out of here!"

He huffed. "Fine. I'll go make a sandwich. You want one sis?"

Riley shook her head.

Liam gave her an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry about him. Please come in." He stepped aside and offered her a seat on the sofa. 

She couldn't help but notice the laptop on the table paused on their abrupt ceremony. It was apparent to her that Liam was trying desperately to get his own answers.

Liam pushed the laptop aside and sat across from her on the table; his elbows rested on his thighs as he sat forward. He let out a heavy exhale. "I suppose we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, we do. What is all of this? And you're a King? Why didn't you tell me that?"

"I am. It's a small country in the Mediterranean -- Cordonia. And I couldn't tell you because my head guard wouldn't allow me to come on this trip without him unless I remained discreet about my identity."

Riley regarded him thoughtfully. "I suppose that makes sense." 

Leo handed her a Capri-Sun with the straw already pushed in. She took it hesitantly and thanked him. "I guess I just need to know how we ended up married to one another last night?"

Liam's remorseful eyes idled up to his brother, who was now standing next to him, eating a turkey and Frito's sandwich. "According to my brother here, whose heart is bigger than his brain, I called him and asked him to marry us."

Leo shook his head. "That's true, Riley. It's all Liam's fault."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Leo, why don't you go check on Drake and Max."

"Fuck that!  Drake ain't got nothing I wanna be checking on right now."

"No, stay," Riley pleaded. "You seem to be the only one who knows what happened last night. Can you tell me everything, please?"

Leo gave Liam an arrogant smirk before falling back onto the sofa beside Riley.

"I'll tell you everything, but you two have to promise to name your firstborn after it's Uncle Leo."

Liam dropped his head into his hands. "Leo, dammit."

Leo nudged Riley in the side and leaned into her. "Your husband's an asshole. Probably inherited from our daddy. If he ever makes you drink from a wine goblet, you should probably run."

Riley patted his knee like a child and spoke softly, assuming at this point he was a mental case. "Leo, sweetie, can you just tell me what happened last night, please."

"Well, as I told Liam, I was getting my prostate milked from hot Nurse Trisha at the bank. I just needed change for a twenty, but they said I had to make a deposit first. They even give you porn in this private room. So she's two fingers deep when I get a call from Liam, who was as drunk as Cooter Brown at a church picnic and said he needed me to come down to that Graceland Chapel because he was getting married. So after I sputtered in the little cup, I left in such a hurry I didn't get my change, but I called Drake and Max and told them they had to meet us at the chapel."

Riley cocked her head. "Why was a monkey there?"

"Oh, that's Mongo, the ring bearer. And if you pulled on his nipples, he'd hump your legs and give you a quick reach around. The coolest fucking monkey I ever knew."

Riley snapped a wide-eyed stare at Liam, who just shrugged at her and said, "I ... I've got nothing."

Leo bit into his sandwich. The crunch from the mound of Fritos could be heard in the casino fifty-one stories below. "You know, Liam --" He smacked his lips a few times. "Now that you're married to sis, you don't have to marry Maddie. You can have the wife and Queen you've always wanted. And judging by the noises I heard coming from your room last night, she makes you very happy."

Riley chuckled, slightly embarrassed, while Liam stood and walked to the wet bar for a drink and some distance.

"Leo, I appreciate the thought," he said while pouring a tumbler of scotch. "But Riley and I are just strangers who had a good time, but made a huge mistake." Liam took a sip of his drink and walked back to the sofa. "Don't worry about anything, Riley. I will take care of the annulment in Cordonia and here in the states."

She smiled. "I would appreciate that. Thank you."

Leo tossed his sandwich on the table. "No! Liam, man, this is your chance to be free. You came to Vegas and hit the jackpot. And maybe you two kids are strangers now, but there's no reason why you couldn't get to know each other and fall madly in love. You already know you'll never love Mads. And then at the end of the day, I'd be the big sexy cupid who made it all possible."

It surprised Liam that his brother's suggestion tempted him... and that Leo actually made a coherent suggestion. He sighed. "I don't think so, Leo."

Riley looked between the two men, who seemed to have a stare down over the logic of this idea. She liked Liam; he was the handsome, mysterious guy that she had always dreamed of meeting.  She took a long drink of her juice and sat it on the table. "I think I will go, now. Is there anything you need from me, Liam, to quicken the annulment?"

"If you could write your contact information down in case my lawyer has questions, that would be great. I'll be sure you receive copies of everything as soon as possible."

Riley pulled a notepad and a pen from her purse as Leo walked over to Liam to debate further. "Don't do this little brother. Don't you do it. We can't afford to lose another member of our family. First it was daddy, then Regina, now Riley. I can't take it, Liam."

Liam placed a hand on Leo's shoulder. "It's done, Leo. And ... Regina is alive. You just spoke to her yesterday."

Leo's head dropped back with a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god."

"Here ya go, Liam." Riley stood and handed the paper to him and grabbed her purse from the sofa. 

Leo clutched both of her shoulders and shook them. "Please, Riley, don't go. Don’t leave my brother an orphan. You're the Queen of Cordonia now. Think of the people!"

Riley snorted from just the thought. "I know nothing about being a queen. I doubt I would have anything to offer your little country."

"Liam could teach you! Hell, I can teach you, too. I'm the smartest one in the family. You'll be bossing people around in no time."

"That's very kind of you, but I think I like my little life just fine here in Vegas, bossing kids around the classroom all day." She patted his arm endearingly and walked past him toward the door.

Liam stood there, watching her walk away while the words of his brother replayed heavily through his mind. Nothing made sense; he was sad that she was leaving, knowing that it was completely irrational to feel that way. Leo was right, though: this was his chance to be free, and even if it didn't work out in the end, it could buy him time to find the one he would love and have the family he always wanted.

He turned away and walked back to the wet bar to pour another drink; he wouldn't be selfish and ask this complete stranger to give up her life for him. 

With his back turned, he closed his eyes when he heard Riley speak her goodbyes and opened the door. 

A familiar voice rang out that shook him to his core, and he whipped around to see his current wife stopped at the door by his future one.

"Oh, you must be the one who thinks she can steal my crown."

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Bullet [One-Shot]

Pairing: Kamilah x mc slightly Adrian x Mc

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine

A/N: The idea originally came because of this post https://itsmychoicebih.tumblr.com/post/175802347273/i-feel-like-im-the-only-one-who-sometimes-wishes Thank you so much darling for got me inspired to write this. That's what I think would have happened if Adrian had overheard Kamilah and Mc that night in the cabin, taking into consideration that he was falling in love with Mc.

3h30am

Compassion. That was what the look of both women showed. Going back to that cabin which bring painful memories, but back to where Adrian's life had begun and ended. It was like going back to the past with a sense of refuge from all that was happening lately. Vega. A traitorous and filthy snake, Adrian was betting that this whole time he was plotting against him. It was not a surprise, Adam was never more than a politician who only thought for his own benefit, most vampires were like that.

Adrian stared at the carpet in his old room, he knew full well of the risks it was, it was amazing how overnight his life had taken that uncontrolled course. From an influential CEO, he had become an outlaw of his fellow councilors. Incriminated unjustly, being subject to go through numerous tortures surname crime that he had not committed.

With all that had happened, he wanted tell both the truth. His life story, everything that had happened in that cabin during his life. He just felt like he should tell, talk about Charles... Eleanor. His family he had lost at the hands of a horrible person. As he counted, he looked at their faces. Kamilah remained impassive, innumerable thoughts taking place in her mind at that moment, and Hayley... She was the most touched, that was what Adrian loved in her... Her empathy.

Betrayed by Nicole. One of the employees loyal to Raines Corp that he believed to be a friend. He could never have foreseen this, as a mere 'no' had made him subject to unscrupulous betrayal. He raised his tired face, could still feel the effects of the serum on his body, maybe he was impulsive to inject it into himself without thinking of the consequences and the risks that he was subject. But he had no other choice, to let the serum fall into Adam's hands was unthinkable.

Adrian felt a familiar tingle in his chest as he looked directly into the green eyes that looked at him empathically. Hayley. Although the situation was difficult, she was the only one that made him persist, knowing that she had given up on being with Lily and Jax in New York and put herself at risk twice to save him from the Baron's dungeon, and followed him so far, made him think that maybe she was his second chance at love. She was the sunny morning after a strong storm.

Hayley's hands stroked his and the only thing Adrian could not stop thinking about was how lucky he was to have such a wonderful person in his life that cared for him. She was willing to sacrifice herself for him. Even Kamilah. His friend for centuries, the person he considered his older sister, one of the few people he trusted at that moment. She had risked her position before the council to save him, had risked her reputation and her life for him. Adrian's eyes went to the tall woman with her back to the wooden wall and arms crossed, her brown eyes showing sympathy, but strangely, Adrian noticed that she was looking directly at where Hayley's hands were.

"I know." The thought occurred in his mind. He imagined the sermon he would hear from Kamilah when this was all over. He could already visualize perfectly what she would say - He should not be involved with a human, they both knew how fragile humans were, how little time they had and how fast everything went. But Hayley was different and she was worth it.

"It's almost dawn. We should put the shades down and get some rest.” He said flattening himself on the bed and looking at both of them. “I’II sleep in the bedroom and there’s an extra bedroll here that’s more comfortable that it looks.” Kamilah unrolled the bedroll.

"I've certainly slept on worse," She look at it. "It would be cold here without a central heating" She said with the item in hand.

"Hayley, where will you be?" Adrian squinted his eyes at the girl. He wanted her to choose him, wanted her to stay with him that night. Hayley looked between them, biting her lower lip.

"I’II sleep with Kamilah," she said unexpectedly, and that made his heart clench a little, disappointed that she had not chosen him.

"Oh, will you?" In response Kamilah smiled broadly, a smile that he did not expect. Hayley's cheeks turned reddish.

"Yeah! To be closer to... The fire.” She stuttered. "Get some rest, Adrian. We’ll see you in the morning,” Hayley said with a confident smile and followed Kamilah out off the room. He sighed preparing himself to sleep.

4h00am

He was almost asleep. Almost. Lying in his bed with his eyes closed, after Hayley and Kamilah left the room, inevitably he was able to hear a part of their conversation. When did they become so close? Not that he was complaining, but that was unexpected. A friendship? Kamilah never showed liking Hayley. That was strange. He could feel sleep coming, he was almost dreaming. When he began to hear things, obscene words, groans... Someone was begging. That really sounded like Hayley’s voice.

Adrian opened his eyes, clearly confused and uncomfortable. His mind still not understanding what was happening. He sat on the bed, the blanket still covering his body. He paused for a moment, thinking it was nothing. Twisting to be nothing. He was starting to think maybe it's the serum messing with his head when...

"Oh, my... Kamilah!" It was definitely Hayley's voice, panting, begging. Adrian could hear the sound of the wood creaking hard, the sound of the futon fabric against the wood. Hayley's heartbeat accelerated, her breathing ragged.

"Oh, god... Oh, god ... I want you so much." Hayley spoke again after a few seconds. Adrian widened his eyes, standing up. Frightened, thinking whatever was happening behind that door, it was not a good thing.

"You're so beautiful." He heard Kamilah's voice for the first time, breathless. It was as if he could see the smile on her face as she said those words. “Do it again... Say it.”

“I want more” Hayley answered.

“Damn, you do” Kamilah said silencing her.

Adrian's hand was shaking, but he managed to turn the knob and quietly opened the door and could see that scene in front of him. A scene he never expected to see and would never be able to forget. Kamilah was his best friend, his confidant, his sister, who usually used to be cynical and cold to humans, and she was... Sleeping with his assistant. The girl he was in love with.

He stood there looking at both of them. In complete shock. Luckily he could see no part of their bodies, other than their legs and arms. Kamilah was above Hayley, her tanned arms on each part of the girl's body, holding Hayley against her as she kissed Hayley passionately. Hayley answered the kiss with the same enthusiasm and euphoria, her fingers curled into Kamilah's long hair and her legs around the CEO's hip as the other moved hard against her. Hayley's body was sweaty, she was panting. The fire in the fireplace burned alive beside them, and something else burned inside Adrian. Anger, hate... Betrayal, deception. A broken heart. How could Kamilah do this to him? By this point she already knew of his feelings for Hayley. Or at least she suspected.

"WHAT DOES THIS MEANS?" He screamed, unable to contain himself, scaring both of them. Hayley's first reaction was shock, trying to cover herself, Kamilah on the other hand, seemed more restrained, her expression of surprise was less than Hayley's.

"OH GOD! Adrian.... We... Uh... " Hayley was unable to formulate complete sentences. Her face was red, as was her bust, which she tried to hide. Kamilah and Adrian exchanged glances, unable to break the eye contact.

"Kamilah, how could you?!" he asked bitterly, his eyes red and fangs showing. "You had sex with my assistant, under my roof!" He shouted.

"Adrian..." Kamilah sighed before formulating a more appropriate response. "It’s not what you think"

"Oh really?! What I just witnessed here in front of me is not what I'm thinking?! You just betrayed me! You! Of all the people in the world, I never thought you'd be able—" He refused to look at both now, Hayley was wearing her clothes hurriedly, while Kamilah buttoned her shirt.

"To what?!" She stood up and Adrian could look at her, still able to see the droplets of sweat on her tanned skin, her messy brown hair and red lips blurred in the absence of the lipstick that was lying all over her Hayley's skin with kisses marks. "You talk like I slept with your wife! Adrian, from what I know, two are not together. Not oficially."

"We—" Hayley tried to say looking at both of them.

"You know how I feel about her!" Adrian said angrily.

"She's not your property!" Kamilah screamed back, her eyes red just like his, her fangs outside.

"Neither yours!"

“She wanted as much as I wanted”

”Don’t even bother! I opened up with you, I told you my story, the story of my family who lived and died in this house, where I died—“ Adrian paced back and forth with a face distorted in agony and anger. "... I never expected to find you two doing this, after all!"

"Stop acting like a child, Adrian! I must admit it wasn’t the proper place to do that, but we had a moment here and I didn’t thought—"

“SO YOU TWO HAD A MOMENT?! I’m so sorry to be inconvenient and interrupt your little moment with MY ASSISTANT!”

"OK, THAT’S ENOUGH YOU TWO!" Maybe it was a stupid decision, but Hayley did not think before putting herself in front of two vampires ready for a fight. They both looked at her in surprise. "You two will end up killing each other like this! We are all adults and we can solve this situation in a more peaceful way—“

"How dare you! Am I the child ?!" Adrian growled interrupting her.

"Yes, you are!" Kamilah snarled back threatening to move forward, Hayley clutched uselessly in the CEO's silk shirt, trying to contain her unsuccessfully.

"I was not the one who betrayed the other!"

"GUYS!"

"...I‘m in love with her, Kamilah!" Adrian shouted nervously.

"I‘m in love with her too!" Kamilah yelled back. At that moment, Adrian stopped and Hayley too, both with their eyes on her. Kamilah gritted her teeth and looked the other way.

"You are?" Hayley softly asked in shock.

"You... You despise mortals. You could not bear to stay close to Hayley until a few days ago.” Adrian said without understanding. Kamilah ran a hand through her hair. “That’s not possible”

"She made me feel something, something I never thought I could feel again. She is the part of the puzzle that was missing in my life, Adrian.” Kamilah admitted softly looking at her friend. Adrian's heart tightened as he stared at her. “The one I’ve been looking for”

“Well, she is my second chance to love again.” He said clearly upset looking at her. “The only thing I want more than everything. I need her in my life.”

After a moment of silence they both looked at Hayley, who was still in shock. Adrian's words in her mind, she could feel his pain, she sympathized with that pain. He was good for her, he always was. And Kamilah, surprisingly admitting she had feelings for her, someone she thought would never look at her in another way just because she was not like them.

"So, Hayley, what will it be?" Adrian asked. As if giving her a choice. Who would she choose? The gentlest and sweetest man, she had ever known, kind and loving, capable of anything to save his friends... Or Kamilah? The woman who impressed her, who constantly challenged her, the definition of perfection in person. Which at first had been cold and impenetrable, but actually was one of the most wonderful people she had ever known. She opened her mouth not knowing what to say, even before she could, the three of them heard a thunderous noise outside, and they were consumed by a strong white light.

They were found by Vega.