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bebepac · 4 months

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Traditions

This is a special holiday edition of School Dayz. To catch up on the series in general please click School Dayz

I am participating in @choicesdecember2023 for Christmas

I am also participating in @choicesprompts holiday rewrite challenge in which I used the candy cane gram scene from Mean Girls.

I am also participating in @choicesflashfics christmas prompt # 59: "Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?" will appear in bold. I also used a previous prompt as well Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?

Series: School Dayz

The Book: TRR (no royals)

The Pairings: Liam x Riley

Word Count: 1464

Warnings and Ratings: None. This is for anyone who has eyes. A total fluff piece.

Original post: 12/31/23 at 7:15PM EST.

Science class was different for me now that I no longer sat next to Liam, and shared a table with my sister, since Mrs. Barbour decided to make the class sit in alphabetical order, which I think the only reason for the change was to make taking roll easier. I glanced across the room to Liam whose partner was now Rashad.

My adorkable boyfriend who caught me watching him, smiled and held up his hot cocoa cup to toast me from across the room. Liam was the sweetest boyfriend and stopped by the local coffee shop Brew Bros and always got hot chocolate every morning the way that I liked it.

So I smiled while holding up my cup.

“Oh my God, can you two be any more nerdy?” Taylor asked.

“He’s nice, and you reap the benefits of it too. My boyfriend brings us both hot chocolate, or in your case a coffee drink you like every day without us asking.”

Taylor cocked her head to the side and air toasted Liam, taking a sip from her drink when the door opened.

“Ho , Ho, Ho!!!!! Candy Cane Grams, sponsored by the National Honor Society.”

“Make it quick, Santa.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Barbour’s voice as she went to sit at her desk for a moment.

“And his lovely assistant Max Noel!”

“Wait… a sec… Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?”

Taylor doubled over in laughter “It is!!!! It’s Drake Walker-Claus.”

Taylor’s laugh seemed to antagonize Drake for a second, but good thing he had his assistant Maxwell. His brooding mood was offset by Max Noel making the class laugh with his dance versions of Christmas music as he followed around the room behind him.

“Hana Lee one for you.”

“Chris Powell four for you, you go Chris Powell!”

“Do we have a Riley Brooks here?”

“That’s her Max Noel. She’s Riley Brooks and looks nothing like the girl sitting next to her. Those two can’t possibly be related.”

“Riley Brooks here you go, one for you.”

“Thank you Santa.”

“Um….”

“And nothing at all for Taylor Brooks, not even coal or black licorice, bye.”

Drake and Max ran out of the room.

Taylor looked at me with curious eyes at the candy cane gram in my hand.

“Who’s that from?”

It wasn’t any of her business. I opened the envelope and read silently to myself.

Liam’s sweet words made me smile, and I didn’t have to answer her, and I looked at him from across the room.

“Oh my god. You guys are too much.”

Taylor looked upset, even though she shrugged it off. Later I found out why at her locker.

“I told you to get me a candy cane gram Nico!!!!”

“Well you telling me to do it, takes the surprise out of it. Me not doing it, guess what you were surprised weren’t you?”

My sister who was always loud looked at him and said nothing.

Before I knew it the words flew out of my mouth.

“Wow, you’re a really bad boyfriend Nico, my sister deserves better than you.”

I slammed my locker walking away from the two of them. I found out later that day, my sister broke up with him, in front of everyone in true dramatic Taylor fashion. I was proud of her.

Christmas Eve

Everyone had come over and was enjoying mom’s Christmas cookies and snacks. My dad brought in a big box sitting it down on the floor.

“I want to thank everyone for coming over tonight to spend time with our family. Our children picked people they care about to spend this time together with you. Ren and I are happy to have you in our home. We both grew up in the foster care system, and learned early in life, sometimes the people that care about you most, are not your blood relatives. So we try to celebrate that.”

“And when we had the opportunity to open our home up to two adorable identical twin girls, we couldn’t say no.” My mother chimed in.

“It’s the best decision they ever made. I went to sleep one night wishing I had a little sister. The next morning I woke up with two.” Jaiden spoke up.

“And we know what it’s like to be alone on Christmas, or missing someone special on Christmas that you were once close to. So we wanted to do something special. Liam would you mind sharing the Christmas Eve tradition you had that you told me about?”

“Christmas was my Mom’s favorite holiday. Every Christmas Eve that I can remember she’d dress us up in these ugly Christmas sweaters

and we would go ice skating on Lake Pine. She loved to ice skate. Then she’d make us take these dorky pictures in our Christmas sweaters that matched. I miss her a lot.”

“I miss her too. I’m not adopted, but Liam’s Mom always made me feel like I was her son too. So I really get what you’re saying about family not always being blood related. She was my mom too.”

Liam hugged his brother.

My dad opened the box.

“With a little help from Riley I found some what I would think are hideously awesome ugly Christmas sweaters, and am secretly happy for your love of Star Trek too. I’m sorry Liam, you can’t be the Captain, this is mine. But this one is yours.”

“Well if I can’t be Captain, being the science officer is the next best and most logical choice.” Liam took his blue sweater graciously.

“That’s what I said! Dad please say you got me a blue sweater too.”

“I did.”

After all the sweaters were handed out, there was still one left in the box.

“Guess you guys bought this before I broke up with Nico. No big deal.”

Once everyone was dressed, they headed out to the vehicles, and Liam stuffed the extra shirt into Leo’s trunk.

“I really don’t know how this is going to go Liam.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ice skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

“Well good thing you’re not just Riley Brooks today, you’re the science officer for the USS Enterprise. Live long and prosper.”

Liam expected Riley to be as horrible on ice skates as she had been on roller skates, but Riley amazingly was incredibly balanced.

“Have you ice skated before?”

“No! I don’t know how I'm good at this! I usually have no natural balance.”

“You’re a natural at skating…”

“Ice skating. Let's clarify that.”

Taylor was still sitting on the bench watching the couples skate by. “She still hasn’t gotten out on the ice yet. I think she’s feeling lonely and the extra shirt probably made her think of Nico.”

Liam’s phone beeped. “Why don’t you go sit with her for a little bit, and I’ll be back in a few with some hot cocoas for us all.”

“Is cocoa your favorite drink?”

“Yes, and my mom used to always say your heart won’t feel cold if you always have a nice warm cup of cocoa. It always makes me feel better.”

I went to sit with Taylor and Liam continued walking toward the concessions stand.

“You okay?” I asked Taylor.

“I just don’t feel like skating, and look over there.”

Nico was there, with another girl on his arm.

“To be honest I never liked him Taylor. He called you T, like you were a drink or a shirt or something. He wasn’t even really that nice. Good riddance, I say.”

“I never thanked you for standing up for me that day Riley. It really meant a lot.”

“You’re my sister Taylor. I will always have your back, even when you pull me into a tornado.”

“Not on purpose!” She laughed.

“Oh it never is.” I remarked pulling Taylor closer to me in a hug. After a few seconds she pulled away from me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping Liam deliver hot cocoa. This one is yours.

I don’t like all the extra stuff in mine.”

Drake handed Taylor her cocoa, as he sat down next to her.

“Just hot and cocoa pretty much then right?”

“Exactly. I’m not that difficult to understand.”

“Do you like to ice skate, Drake?”

“Like it? It’s okay, but I can. Would you like to skate Taylor?”

Drake took off his coat wearing the remaining ugly sweater.

“Okay.” Taylor said in a nonchalant voice.

Taylor’s mood picked up immediately as she skated around with Drake on the ice. She never once glanced in Nico’s direction.

“That was really nice of you to do Liam.”

“He really does like her, you know. Maybe now she can finally see him with Nico out the way.”

“You’re so adorkably sweet Liam.”

“I know Riley, I know.”

#bebepac writes #bebepac still writes #christmas fic #choices fandom #trr fanfic #trr fandom #trr liam x riley #school dayz #adorkable liam #adorkable riley #trr no royals #choicesprompt #choicesflashfics #choices monthly challenge #choices fic writers creations #fic of the week

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angelasscribbles · 1 month

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Follower Appreciation Post

Okay, first of all.....

I just want to take a moment to say how much I appreciate all my followers and all the friendships I've made here.

And to show my appreciation, I'm going to open my asks for a little drabble event. Here are the parameters:

You can ask me to write anything you want. So yes, @twinkleallnight, this means you can ask for Drake x Olivia 😆

I reserve the right to refuse to fulfill any request for any reason (I can't imagine a situation where this would happen, but I'm covering my bases)

I will endeavor to keep my responses to 500 words or less.

I will accept requests for this challenge through the end of next week. So March 22nd, 2024.

Requests can be for fics, or they can just be questions about any of my existing characters/pairings. In addition to the series on my primary master list, feel free to send asks for Cordonian Royal Airlines or Law's End.

Requests do not have to be TRR though that is the primary fandom I write for.

Just FYI, I likely will not start on these until April.

Choices fandoms I will take requests for:

The Royal Romance

Ride or Die

Bloodbound

Queen B

Open Heart

Romance Club fandoms I will take requests for:

Heaven's Secret

Vying for Versailles

On Thin Ice

Tagging everyone on my "everything" master list under the cut.

@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @nestledonthaveone

@walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @bascmve01 @twinkleallnight

@lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973

@secretaryunpaid @irishgrl2022

@kristinamae093 @tessa-liam

@gabesmommie1130 @queenmiarys

@differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @belencha77

@dcbbw @amandablink @indiacater

@bebepac @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia

@emersyn-in-cordonia @lunaseasblog

@hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader

@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives @gardeningourmet

@sillydg @phoenixrising0308

@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten

@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves

@fangirling12566 @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix

#angelasscribbles #1500 followers #trr fanfic #choices fandom #creative writing #ask event

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choicesprompts · 5 months

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Song Rewrite Challenge

This will be just like the Rewrite Challenge and the Rewrite Challenge Holiday Edition, except with songs!

Music often inspires and informs our writing, but what if you straight up took a song and rewrote it as a story using your characters?

Here are a couple of examples:

Betrayal by @nestledonthaveone

Social Climber by @angelasscribbles

The rules are simple:

Pick a song

Rewrite it using your characters

Tell us in the header what song you're using as well as what fandom your characters are from.

Tag @choicesprompts <- This part is very important! It ensures that your story gets seen, reblogged, and added to the master list at the end of the event.

Use the hashtags #choicesprompts and #songrewrite

Post/submit by the deadline, which is January 31st, 2024 11:59 p.m. CST

That's it! This is open to ALL choices fandoms!

Go forth, create, and be great!!!

Tagging the general choices prompts interest list under the cut.

@dcbbw @bebepac @karahalloway @harleybeaumont

@twinkleallnight @missameliep @jerzwriter @twinkle-320 @aussiegurl1234

@argylemnwrites @katedrakeohd @peonierose @sillydg

@choicesficwriterscreations

@choicesmonthlychallenge

#choicesprompts #rewrite challenge #choices fandom #choices fanfiction #song rewrite

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choicesflashfics · 2 months

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Week #73 Prompts

This week’s prompts are:

Prompt 1 — “Sometimes I can’t believe that you actually chose me.” -> “I have great taste.”

Prompt 2 — “That was way out of line.”

Prompt 3 — “What do you mean ‘maybe’? That was a yes or no question.”

Guidelines:

You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.

The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.

The prompts must be used exactly as they are.

Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.

Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)

Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.

Post your fic by Saturday, February 24th (11:59 EST).

Happy writing!

*just a reminder that asks are open for those who want to submit their own prompt suggestions!*

Tags: @aallotarenunelma @ao719 @bebepac @blackcatkita @boneandfur @burnsoslow @cadybear420 @charlotteg234 @choicesfanaf @choiceskatie @choicesmonthlychallenge @dcbbw @deb-1106 @emkay512 @foreverethereal123 @jerzwriter @katedrakeohd @kristinamae093 @leelee10898 @lolablackwrites @lucy-268 @mariemarieohcontrary @myglassesareinkansas @neotericthemis @niaellariious @ownworldresident @peonierose @petiteboheme @phoenixrising0308 @polishchoicesfan @queenrileyrose @sfb123 @sincerelyella @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @writing-not @zaffrenotes

(If I’ve missed anyone, I’m so sorry. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tags. If I’m unable to activate your tag, I will try to reach out in the comments!)

#choicesflashfics #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic #choices prompt challenge #choices #playchoices

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harleybeaumont · 1 year

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Never Have I Ever - Playlist

I have no idea if anyone would even be interested in this, but I made a playlist of songs that remind me of Bertrand and Riley in Never Have I Ever and these songs always get me in the mood to write them. Most of them are angsty or love songs from the 90's ❤️

tagging my permas and some of you who have been interested in NHIE

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @angelasscribbles @tessa-liam @nestledonthaveone @kristinamae093 @yolandawalker @lovingchoices14 @queenmiarys @differenttyphoonwerewolf @twinkleallnight @persephone13 @phoenixrising0308 @3pawandme @peonierose @karahalloway @bebepac @aussiegurl1234 @bascmve01 @kingliam2019 @walkerdrakewalker @indiana-jr @ivyflowers13 @deepestphantomstranger @sophiew1907 @malblk21 @honey358luv @alyshak92 @alj4890 @officiallyunofficialperson @gracienna @kyra75 @belencha77 @imjusthereforliam @703cowbarn

#never have i ever #bertley #bertrand x riley #bertrand x mc #bertrand beaumont #trr playlist #Spotify

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dcbbw · 3 months

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Get to Know Me!

Thank you so much for tagging me @queenmiarys, @ao719, @emkay512, @kristinamae093 !

These are going to be the most boring responses, but here you go:

Last song: take yr time, dad sports

Favorite color(s): turquoise, cobalt blue, heather gray

Last movie: Titanic

Currently watching: Bingeing Friends

Currently reading: These WIPs I’m writing

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Can’t a girl have all 3?

Last thing(s) I googled: “is Pornhub banned in NC?” (researching for a friend)

Current obsession(s): Liam, these boots, Zaxby’s chicken tenders with the spicy Zax sauce

Currently working on: Here we go ….

Posting a completed fic

@choicesflashfics Jellybeans in the ass prompt

DC AU Mashup

Future Liam & Liv

Coronation Night fic (like we don’t have enough of those already)

Riley, The Single Duchess

Part 3 of Leo x Sav

The Trial of Anton Severus

Part 2 of One Night Stand

Part 9(?) of Object of Affection

Birthing the twins

A LOT OF OTHER STUFF

I will tag the following: @bebepac @angelasscribbles @camillemontespan

#not choices but kinda #ask game #get to know me

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angelasreblogs · 9 months

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Saturday Survey 7.29.23

First of all, my main blog is still marked as explicit. While waiting for Tumblr review to figure things out, I had an idea for a new story. I dismissed the idea because hello, I have 12 in process series as it is. But five of them are close to completion and this idea keeps popping back in my head.

I'm not saying I'm going to write it for sure, but let's see who likes the idea.

Riley is crown princess, the crown has passed from oldest daughter to oldest daughter in an unbroken line since the time of Kenna Rys. Liam, Leo, Bertrand, Maxwell, and Rashad are all suitors from the Cordonian noble houses in competition for the future queen. Maybe some foreign nobles like Bradshaw Achilles for good measure.

My first idea was Drake is a commoner she met in NY who shows up unexpectedly at the masquerade ball. But I'm not sure I want to write the social season again. Maybe she meets him when he shows up to apply for a position in the queen's guard.

At any rate, the power dynamic is flipped. More The Bachelorette than The Bachelor.

Tagging my permas under the cut

@karahalloway @harleybeaumont @nestledonthaveone @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234 @walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @tinkie1973 @secretaryunpaid

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @kristinamae093 @tessa-liam

@differenttyphoonwerewolf @queenmiarys @emersyn-in-cordonia

@bascmve01 @twinkle-320 @mattiematt1234

@dcbbw @amandablink @indiacater @bebepac

@lunaseasblog @belencha77 @gabesmommie1130

@jared2612 @hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader

@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives @gardeningourmet

@sillydg @phoenixrising0308

@3pawandme @21-wishes @73geenalove @jennieausten

@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves

@fangirling12566 @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix

#survey says #my polls #tumblr polls #angelasscribbles #for fun #angelassreblogs #angelaspolls

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drake-walker-appreciation · 1 year

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World Whiskey Day Event

As promised, here is the prompt event for World Whiskey Day! The rules are simple: submit any creative piece (a drabble, a fic, a poem, a mood board, artwork, etc) that focuses on whiskey between now and World Whiskey Day on May 20th, and we will reblog it and add it to the master list that will be posted after the end of the event.

While this event is inspired by, and in honor of, our favorite whiskey-loving marshmallow, your work doesn't have to focus on him. You could write for another choices fandom entirely. If you do, it's encouraged to have him make a cameo or have a character mention him (just for fun). Crossovers and original stories are welcomed as well.

Prompts are provided in hopes of sparking some creativity, but you are not required to use them.

Whiskey Wednesday Meme Credit goes to @bebepac

PROMPTS:

General Theme:

Whiskey and Wine

Whiskey and Roses

Whiskey drinking contest

First drink (of whiskey)

Last drink (of whiskey)

Toasts (with whiskey)

Whiskey soaked memories

More Specific Prompts (but feel free to modify/tweak as needed)

Whiskey-soaked memories, that's what s/he was/is

“Whiskey, neat, and keep ‘em coming,” he/she/I was going to need all the help she/he/I could get to make it through this night.

When there are joys to celebrate or sorrows to drown….

The whiskey burns my throat like her/his absence burns my soul.

That’s great news! Let’s celebrate! I have your favorite whiskey!

Let’s seal the deal over whiskey!

The last time I had Irish whiskey things got….weird

MUSIC: (for inspiration)

Spotify WWD Play List

#drake walker appreciation #world whiskey day #WWD #drake walker #choices #writing prompts #Spotify

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karahalloway · 1 year

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Kara Halloway - WIPs Update

Happy Friday Everyone!

First off, thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read, reblog and comment on my latest fic, which was Polo! Hope you enjoyed my weird and slightly crazy HC! The things I subject Drake to, eh? 😅

I just wanted to take a moment to let you know that while I know that I have a lot of WIPs in the works (Sleepless in New York, (Less Than) Noble Intentions, Thanksgiving, and various requests, etc.) I have finally started something that I have been putting off doing for the past 2 years (much to my husband's disgust lol), which is... working to publish an actual, real-life book 😱

I have had various original story ideas over the years, but TRR kept pulling me back into fanfic. But, a few months ago, I decided that rather than try to fight the tide, I should maybe adapt to it. So, this was how the idea of converting Sleepless in New York into a non-TRR original story was born, and last night, I finally took the pluge and decided to start working on it.

As a result, I don't know when I will go back to working on my various TRR stories (though I do want to finish them, as I have all the endings in my head, I just need to get to writing it all!!). It really depends on how the muse flows...

But I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that over the next several months, my Tumblr posting frequency will probably be a bit haphazard as a result of this new project that I've started.

At the moment, I am not planning on posting chapters of this original story (I don't even have a working title or a cover yet!) as I am hoping that you will all buy the book when it gets published 😇, but when the time comes, if anyone is interested, I am happy to provide advance copies for beta-reading, Amazon/Goodreads reviews, spreading the word, etc.

In the meantime, I hope you will bear with me and thank you to everyone who has read my stuff and encouraged me to keep writing! 😘 I would not have gotten here, or built up the courage to actually try and publish an actual friggin' novel!

Love,

Kara

@twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @kingliam2019 @petiteboheme @aussiegurl1234 @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tessa-liam @alyshak92 @secretaryunpaid @princessleac1 @walkerdrakewalker @angelasscribbles @nestledonthaveone @tinkie1973 @twinkle-320 @knaussal @nikkis1983 @lunaseasblog @ficloverevie @indiana-jr @differenttyphoonwerewolf @xpandass420x @eversoaringqueen12 @peonierose @3pawandme @alexabeta @veebug8 @fangirling12566 @queenmiarys @berriesandpixels @coco-lina-s @lolablackwrites @ivyflowers13 @persephone13 @hollygirl1269 @adri-ja-96 @harleybeaumont @katedrakeohd @uneravine @bebepac

13Jan2023

#kara halloway #finally pulled the trigger and put on my big girl pants #an actual published novel?! holy heck!

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annabellewynter · 1 year

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Hello Again!

Hi everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to say hello. I have been back on the platform for a week or two with a new handle @annabellewynter, however, I was on Tumblr and part of the Choices community for many years as speedyoperarascalparty. I decided a few years ago to leave Tumblr for personal reasons and recently I took a long hiatus from writing at all.

I’ve learned several things in my time away, and I think I’ve done a little growing up too. I thought I might share a few of the lessons I had to learn the hard way, in case it helps any people here that are struggling with whether to step away, deactivate, etc.

I do not recall how many followers I had when I left Tumblr. Although it may have felt like it mattered at the time, it truly does not, so please try not to let that be a focus for you.

I can not remember how many comments any one of my stories received, how many likes, reblogs, etc. But at the time, it seemed to be the ONLY measure of success I cared about

I do remember the moments when writing felt great. The times that a storyline clicked, I got that feeling in my stomach of euphoria. That’s what writing should feel like and it’s the reason I came back.

I also remember feeling emotionally taxed, judged, and pressured to make others happy and to compare myself to others who are more popular/well-read, or successful than myself. This came from my insecurities and no one else.

So this time around, I have rejoined the platform for me. I am writing my own stories, with my original characters. Some of the stories will be former TRR ones that I started and never finished. Some will look similar in parts and very different in others. But, I am writing for me this time, on my timeline and content I truly enjoy. If you feel like reading, you are welcome to. If it's not your cup of tea, no hard feelings in any way. Do what is right for you.

I am not really reading choices fanfiction at this point but will certainly check out a story here and there, particularly if you need a little support or encouragement, so feel free to tag me.

I am also here for anyone who might currently be feeling the way I was and would like to chat. I will not judge you, I will not talk negatively behind anyone’s back or hold any grudges. My purpose in posting this is to share my journey in the event it helps you on your own.

I wish you all the best!

Formerly,

Pamela Walker, speedyoperarascalparty,

Currently,

Annabelle Wynter

I have no idea who is even on this platform anymore, so just tagging a few of my former mutuals.

@leelee10898 @kingliam2019 @gnatbrain @jovialyouthmusic @riseandshinelittleblossom @twinkleallnight @nestledonthaveone @sweetest-marbear @bascmve01 @kimmiedoo5 @sirbeepsalot @axwalker @katedrakeohd @hopefulmoonobject @dcbbw @tinkie1973 @bebepac

#choices #choices fandom #choices fic writers creations #trr fanfic #trr

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twinkle-320 · 2 years

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Hold On

“Quote Me on This” Prompt Challenge: I was given the quote “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other”. It appears in the mood board below and will be bolded in the story.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley & Drake, Liam & Olivia

Rating: MA

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, mildly graphic details of injuries

Disclaimer: I am not a healthcare professional, all details of medical care and injuries are fictional dramatizations for the purposes of this story and I do not proclaim them to be accurate in real life.

Word Count: 3796 (sorry!)

A/N: After receiving multiple requests for a follow up to my Choices Prompt Challenge submission ‘Promise Me’ (read here), I decided to use this challenge to answer the call. If you haven’t read that one, this one won’t make much sense. There is a time jump between that story and this one, and this is long so I could wrap this up without turning it into a mini-series :)

A/N 2: I kept this in the first person from Riley’s POV in keeping with the style of ‘Promise Me’ but it does jump between present and past tense with Riley thinking back on the time between where that story ended and where she is now. Please forgive any errors in grammar or tense, as this is not my usual style.

Quote Me on This Challenge Tags: @dcbbw @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @twinkleallnight @argylemnwrites @yourquietarioso @bebepac @peonierose @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom @angelasscribbles @harleybeaumont

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“I’m sorry, Lucas. I really am, but I can’t come back yet…” I nod as if I’m on a video chat, but I know my boss can’t see me. “No, no…it’s fine. I understand and I appreciate you accommodating me as long as you have. I’ve loved my time with the firm and I’m grateful for the opportunity you gave me…Yes, thank you Lucas…you too.” When the line goes dead, my body shakes with the sob I’ve been holding in.

Outside it’s a rainy day but there is just enough light from the setting sun to allow me to catch my reflection in the window. In the mirrored image, the tears running down my cheeks blend with the raindrops on the window. Just beyond the glass, life goes on and the world moves forward, but inside these walls, I feel like time is standing still.

It’s been seven months since I returned to Cordonia and I’ve been trying to balance life back home with my need to be here. To say it isn’t going well would be an understatement.

For the first time in my life, I was just fired from a job or, ‘let go’, as Lucas had delicately put it. It should feel crushing to lose my dream job but honestly, I can’t blame them. My clients need and deserve an attorney and agent that can give them undivided attention and I can’t do that right now. I’ve been working remotely, filing motions, writing briefs, and negotiating contracts but I can’t provide that personal touch from thousands of miles away and when you’re dealing with athletes and actors like I am, that personal touch means everything.

I feel myself on the edge of a breakdown and I can’t allow myself to lose my shit right now; not here. Mere feet from where I stand, watching the sky weep with me, the man I love is lying in a bed, still fighting for his life. Machines beep as they monitor every aspect of his body and vitals, and the spikes on the brainwave monitor are all the proof I need that he can hear me, so losing it in front of him is not an option.

Moving to the far side of his bed, away from the monitors, I brush his chestnut brown hair away from his eyes and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “You are in desperate need of a haircut, my love,” I whisper. “I love you. I’ll be right back.”

Across from me, the monitor beeps, registering another spike. It always does after I tell him I love him. While I long for nothing more than to hear his voice, I’ve started to think of the beeps as him saying ‘I love you too’.

Unable to fight the tears any longer I rush from the room, and head for my suite right next door. Most people would exploit their friendship with a king by asking for political favors or seeking personal gain but all I want is permission to stay here around the clock. Of course, I have a room at the palace too for those days where Liam insists that I need a break which was initially once a week but he has become more insistent more often recently.

My visits to the palace are bittersweet. I love spending time with Olivia and the kids but…I hate myself for the resentment I feel. I never let it show, it wouldn’t be fair to Liv. She is carrying around a hefty dose of survivors’ guilt as it is but…I can’t stop myself from thinking it.

Five minutes after I curl up on the bed and fall apart, my breakdown is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Excuse me, Riley?” Dr. Hastings says, peeking his head in. I’m not pleased with the intrusion but I’m glad I’ve finally broken him of calling me Ms. Nevin.

“Hi Dr. Hastings,” I say, sitting up and wiping away my tears.

“Shift change is coming up, I just thought I’d give you a run-down of today’s tests and vitals.”

All I can do is nod my head and prepare myself to hear more of the same. I used to hold onto hope for each update but now that the physical wounds have healed and the threat of infection is gone, the updates are nothing more than a recitation of fluctuating brain activity and stable vitals.

I nod along, glassy-eyed as Dr. Hastings goes over the usual.

“I’m sorry, Riley. I know you’re hoping for big changes and progress,” he says, registering my disappointment. “But I continue to be encouraged by Drake’s brain activity. His mind is reacting to stimuli with more frequency.”

“Then why hasn’t he woken up?” I cry.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” he replied sadly. “All we can do is continue to push his body to respond in the same way his brain does. We’ve been seeing results. If you’d like to stay for tomorrow’s tests, you can see for yourself.

“No,” I shake my head, “I…I can’t.”

I used to stay for the tests but it’s terrifying and heartbreaking. The tests consist of weaning Drake off the ventilator gradually. His lungs do respond, and he attempts to breath on his own which I know is encouraging, but every so often he makes sounds like he’s choking or struggling, and I can’t handle it.

“I understand,” Dr. Hastings nods. “I hope you get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Just as he turns to go, we are both surprised to see Liam entering my room.

“Riley, Dr. Hastings…good evening,” the king says. “Did I miss today’s update?”

Dr. Hastings bows. Though he finally uses my first name, he refuses to break protocol when it comes to royalty. “I’d be happy to go over it again, Your Majesty.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Liam replies. “I’m sure Riley can give me a run down.”

I nod, knowing that Liam can already tell by looking at me that nothing’s changed. With a final bow, Dr. Hastings departs and Liam takes a seat beside me on the bed.

“Rough day?”

“You have no idea,” I sigh.

“Why don’t you fill me in?”

“Well…for starters, I lost my job…”

“Oh, Riley…I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be…I knew it was coming eventually. I’m surprised they worked with me this long. But, without an income, I’m going to have to put my condo on the market.”

“No, don’t do that. I can assist you in holding onto it.”

“I can’t take money from you Liam…”

“You wouldn’t be. Rashad is quite busy with Sloane Enterprises these days. I could use another contract attorney on my legal team to pick up the overflow work.”

“Liam…I’d be happy to help but I’m still selling the condo. There’s no reason to keep it and I can’t keep asking my dad to make the drive to Tampa to check on things for me. For now…my home is wherever Drake is,” I say, feeling the crushing weight of sadness again.

“I got the sense that Dr. Hastings didn’t have good news.”

I shrug. “It was the same as any other day, no better, no worse.

“This is to be expected when dealing with traumatic brain injury.”

“All the imaging shows his brain is healing,” I protest.

“Yes,” Liam nods, “which is all the more reason to be hopeful. You know how extensive his injuries were. I truly believe this coma is his body’s way of taking all the time it needs to heal. He’s been beating the odds since you got here.”

Logically, I know Liam is right. Drake’s body went through hell and on the night I arrived seven months ago, they didn’t expect him to make it beyond another twenty-four hours. The first time I walked into that room, Liam had to keep me on my feet; I could barely tell it was Drake in the bed.

On our flight from Philly to Cordonia, Liam had tried to tell me what to expect but it was a difficult conversation to get through and quite honestly nothing could have prepared me. I was shocked to learn that Drake had joined the guard. Liam had tried to convince him to finish his veterinary degree and refused to appointment him to the guard, but Drake didn’t want an appointment handed to him anyway. He earned his way in by joining the military; after two years of exemplary service, he earned the Cordonia Medal of Honor and his commanding officer recommended him for the guard. Drake was immediately assigned to head of Olivia’s detail. In true Olivia fashion, she had scared off all her previous guards and they hoped Drake could put up with her. I still can’t believe that those two managed to coexist as long as they did but Liam assures me they had become quite close.

I learned all about the Sons of the Earth and their leader, my former press secretary, Justin, AKA Anton Severus…his secret marriage to Olivia, his plots to kill Liam and take the throne, his death, and the rebel factions that carried on his evil legacy. Olivia had been relatively safe when he was alive because he needed her for his plan, but once he was gone and she was married to Liam, she became a target of the rebels.

Two days before Liam came to Hill Heights, a rebel uprising attacked Olivia’s motorcade on their way out of Lythikos and isolated the lead SUV. On a hunch, Drake had anticipated a possible attack and ordered Liv into one of the secondary vehicles with a whole team of guards while he rode lead with a decoy. A rendezvous point had been established as a contingency if the motorcade got separated. Off their plotted course, the lead car encountered a roadside bomb which flipped the car and sent it up in flames and the rebels riddled it with bullets before taking off. By all rights, no one should have survived but the driver managed to free himself and pull Drake out just before the car fully exploded and succumbing to his own injuries.

When they failed to arrive at the rendezvous point, Liv ordered all but the six men guarding her back to look for them. That’s when they found Drake and the driver on the side of the road, unconscious with life-threatening injuries, and the other two guards in the car, dead. Both men were airlifted to the Capitol where the race to save their life began. Drake had suffered a head injury from the blast and multiple gunshot wounds from the rebels’ indiscriminate firing spree. Two bullets struck major organs. Hours of surgery were required, and it was touch and go.

I can’t try to explain the extent of the injuries or even all that went into attempting to save him, but I do know he looked like he’d been to a war zone when I saw him. His skull was open to relieve the pressure on his brain, vacuum drains were attached to multiple wounds where they had opened him up to repair internal damage and remove bullet fragments, and his left leg was in a cast, suspended by a sling above the bed. Looking at him now, you’d never know any of that. There is a thin scar on his head where hair still won’t grow but it’s hidden by his full head of hair around it, and he of course has scars from the bullet wounds, but they are hidden by his clothes. Just looking into his room, aside from the ventilator, you might think he’s just asleep, but…he’s not waking up.

“Are you headed back over to sit with him?” Liam asks, pulling me back to the present.

“In a few minutes,” I sigh. “I came here to have my daily breakdown. Ever since the nurse told me he shows signs of distress when he hears me cry, I try not to do it in front of him.”

Liam takes my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You must try to focus on the positive, Riley…he hears you.”

“How are you so optimistic after all this time?”

“A well-crafted facade, I assure you. I have breakdowns too, but I try to be strong…for you, for Liv…”

“How is she?” I ask.

“You should ask her yourself, she’s right next door.”

I gasp in surprise. “She’s here?” Olivia hasn’t come to the hospital since Emily was born. Of course, having a baby keeps her busy, but Liam and I know it goes beyond that. Liv feels responsible for what happened and the guilt that she carries makes seeing Drake difficult for her.

“Yes, she asked to come. I decided to give her some time with him by coming in to check on you. Fabian and Emily are across the hall in the family suite with the nanny if you wish to pop in to see them. I’m going to go sit with Olivia, join us whenever you are ready.”

Visits with Fabian and Emily always bring a smile to my face, even on hard days…especially on hard days. I pop in for hugs and snuggles before joining Liam and Olivia.

“Riley,” Olivia exclaims. Rising from her seat she pulls me into a hug. I’m still trying to get used to an Olivia who hugs.

“Hi Liv, it’s good to see you.”

“Of course it is,” she quips. Motherhood has softened her, but she hasn’t lost her wit. “So, tell me…what updates did this inept medical staff have to share today?” she asks.

“Not much,” I sigh, “small progress like every other day.”

“What more can we do?” she says, turning to Liam. “We need to bring in a new medical team, the best of the best.”

“My Queen, I assure you, Drake’s team is the best Cordonia has to offer.”

“Then look outside Cordonia,” she snaps.

I can hear the anxiety in her voice. She’s here but she’s still struggling and taking charge is her coping mechanism.

“Liv, I am more than willing to bring in more doctors, I’d scour the globe for the best but…his care is not up to me. Any decision to change doctors has to come from Savannah or Bianca.”

“They’re both twits,” Olivia retorts. “Bianca can’t even be bothered to come here.”

“After what happened to Jackson, can you blame her?”

“You’re damn right I can! That’s no excuse not to be at your son’s side…your child! But what would she know about that…she abandoned them.”

Drake’s monitor starts to beep, and my eyes jump to the screen. I know what to look for and his elevated blood pressure is a sure sign that our conversation is affecting him. “Liv…we should take this somewhere else.”

Olivia frowns and I see the tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry…I’m…” Going to Drake’s side, she takes his hand and leans down to his ear. “I’m sorry…I’ll stop. Please calm down…I just want you to get better.”

I’ve never heard her speak in such a calming tone and to my surprise, Drake’s vitals slowly return to normal levels.

Liam looks at me with hopeful eyes. “That’s a direct response to stimuli if I ever saw one!”

I nod, unable to speak as I fight back tears. Liam comes to my side and pulls me into an embrace. “I’ll speak to Savannah but in the meantime, we will leave you two in peace.”

Olivia gives me another hug before they leave the room hand in hand.

Taking the seat beside Drake, I wrap my hand around his, rest my head on his shoulder, and settle in for our nightly talk. Having a one-sided conversation felt awkward at first. In the early days I did little more than tell him I love him and beg him to hold on. I’ve gotten used to it now and talk as much as I can, hoping my voice will pull him from whatever darkness he’s trapped in.

“Everyone wants you to get better, but no one more than me. I’m trying to be patient but it’s so hard, baby,” I cry. “Every minute of those four years without you, I felt like I wasn’t really living…I built a life and moved forward but something was always missing…you. And now I’ve been by your side for seven months, which is where I belong but…I still feel that void because you won’t wake up. We’ve lost so much time already…I’m…I’m so sorry I left. Even when you said you couldn’t be with me, I should have stayed…I should have fought for us. Going our separate ways was never the answer, Drake. We held onto the guilt we felt over falling in love, we held onto the pain we had cause Liam, we held onto all our own insecurities, and we let it drive us apart. By holding onto the bad, we missed the bigger picture, we failed to see that the best thing to hold onto in life is each other. I’m holding on now, Drake…I’m here and I am in this for good. I love you with every fiber of my being and I can’t…I won’t…live a life without you in it. I need you to come back to me baby.” As my tears fall against the soft fabric of his hospital gown, I hear that beep and feel a mild sense of peace as I doze off at his side.

I wake in the morning to the blazing sun shining on my face and the sound of voices carrying into the room from the hall. In a normal hospital, it wouldn’t be unusual, but in the private royal wing where Drake is the only patient, it’s not something I’m used to hearing. Rising from my chair, I decide to go investigate, surprised to see Liam and Savannah having a passionate conversation as Dr. Hastings and the head nurse, Holly, look on.

“Savannah, you must see reason…I have complete faith in Dr. Hastings, but a second opinion could make all the difference. I have a world-renowned neurological team on standby, ready to come to Cordonia. You haven’t been here, you haven’t seen his progress.”

“Liam, you have to understand how hard it is for me to see my brother like that! Being here everyday would be torture; I don’t know how you and Riley do it. But I have been in constant contact with Dr. Hastings and I get the same updates you do. I understand the small progress gives you hope but that’s all it is…small progress. I can’t just go on blind faith, Liam, I have to do what’s best for my brother…for all of us, and allowing him to hang in a medical limbo is not a life.”

I see the tears falling from Liam’s eyes, he makes no effort to hide them. “What are you saying, Savannah?”

“I’m saying…I’m saying I think it’s time we let him go,” Savannah replies, breaking down in sobs.

“NO,” I scream, charging toward her filled with anguish and rage. Liam wraps me in his arms to keep me from reaching her. “You can’t do that! I won’t let you do that.”

“It’s not your decision to make, Riley. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? That’s all you can say?” I yell, giving into my rage. Savannah looks terrified of me, and she should be. I sob, struggling against Liam’s hold on me, barely registering the sound of machines over my own yelling. “You ran away and left him to worry about you for over a year, but he never stopped looking for you. He never gave up! How the hell can you justify giving up on him now?”

“It’s not giving up, it’s mercy,” she cries.

“No, please, no Savannah, don’t do this…don’t do this, please,” I wail as my knees give out.

“Look what this is doing to her…to me…” Liam cries as he struggles to hold me up. “Look what it will do to everyone that loves him…Savannah, please…”

“Do you think this is easy for me?” she cries. “I love him too.”

“Then give him more time, that’s all I ask. Let me bring in another medical team. Don’t do this…”

“Liam, I have t…”

“LET ME GO, I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE!”

My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest the moment the shouted words echo through the corridor, drowning out our own voices and cries. I know that voice, I’d know it anywhere. Looking around I finally see Dr. Hastings and Holly are gone. Ripping at Liam’s hands, I free myself from his hold and race back to Drake’s room.

“I have somewhere to be, you have to let me go…I have somewhere to be!”

“Drake?” I gasp, paralyzed and frozen in place from shock. I watch as Dr. Hastings, Holly, and two other nurses struggle to restrain Drake and I can’t tell if it’s real or just my mind’s trauma response to my fight with Savannah.

“He was awake when we responded to the alarms,” Dr. Hastings explains. “We managed to get him extubated, but he’s agitated and disoriented.”

I try to make sense of what I’m hearing but I feel like I am in a daze. “Drake?” I cry again.

“Nevin? Nevin!” Drake shouts, ripping at his IV’s and fighting against the doctors’ hold.

The sound of my name from his lips breaks me from my trance. “No, no, no,” I rush forward, full of longing to touch him and convince myself this is real.

“If he can’t calm down, we’ll need to sedate him,” Dr. Hastings says.

“No, No,” I shake my head, sitting down on Drake’s bed. Clutching his hands in one of mine, I bring my other hand to his cheek. “Calm down…you have to calm down.”

Drake shakes his head, disoriented and trying to talk between coughing fits. “I needed to get to you…to the cemetery…I needed…”

I wrap my arms around him, and I feel the tension roll off his body as he relaxes into me. “I’m here, I’m here…” I soothe, running my fingers through his hair.

“How? When?” he asks as his body starts to shake with sobs. “What happened?”

I pull back and cup his cheeks. “Don’t worry about that right now,” I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m here, and I love you, and right now, you just need to stay calm and let the doctors check you out.”

Drake returns my kiss fervently before feathering kisses all over my face and pulling me desperately into his arms. “Hold on to me…hold on to me…” he mutters as he cries.

“I will, Drake…I will…and I promise, I’m never letting go.”

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Chapter 9: Riley Brooks's Day Off

The Series: Life of Riley Book 2

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Liam x F!MC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Since the challenges Constantine had been coming up with weekly for the suitors were getting a lot of publicity for the crown, the suitors met weekly for a meeting with a PR specialist to make sure they had the crown’s best interests in everything they did. They also passed out weekly itineraries of what the Suitors would be doing. Did it ever reveal any events they would be participating in? No, but that their sponsor would be revealing the new task and prize for that week."

Riley thumbed through the itinerary, once than again looking confused.

“Is something wrong Lady Riley?”

“Jenna, my booklet seems to be missing a page. I have nothing for Friday’s itinerary .”

“Actually no you’re not. None of you are. Since I've just been brought into this role, I know you ladies are going through a lot being thrust into the public eye in this magnitude. Lady Riley, you for example, you are coming to us from America and have no experience with dealing with the nobility on a daily basis, and are completely learning how to navigate court successfully from scratch. I recognize this to be quite the experience. The potential reward of all of this is indescribable, but you all need breathing moments for mental and physical wellbeing. We are building in “off days” to your schedule to do what you want with it, a recharge day of sorts, or a mental health day if you will.”

“Well if you’re weak you need days off. I will spend my time training.” Olivia chimed in.

“If that is how you want to spend your day Olivia, there are no wrong answers, it’s free to do whatever you want, as long as you enjoy it.”

That evening:

“Of course, you would have an off day when I’m out of the country.” Liam sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I know I thought about that too.”

“Take it as an opportunity Riley, do some exploring, sleep in a little bit, we both know you like your sleep. Relax. You know, life moves really fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

“You’re completely right Liam. Thanks.”

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“I do.”

When she hung up with him, she called Maxwell.

“What’s up Little Blossom?”

“I need your help.”

WIP 2

Part 3: Spice Spice Baby

Series: Not officially one: Previous Parts include: Cinnamon Spice and Everything Nice

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Bebe (Liam x F!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

I have never required that much sleep. There has always been something so peaceful about the world at night for me. I glanced at her once more before getting out of bed. She was soundly sleeping and didn’t even stir from her slumber as I rose. A good mattress will do that, and honestly I think she needed the rest. I slipped on my pajama pants and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Night time was when I did my best thinking, and the thought crossed my mind that the two of us would be able to pull off this ruse with my coworkers. Bebe really did seem invested to make “us work.” Or maybe she was invested in the paycheck.

“Was my snoring keeping you awake?”

Bebe was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, resting her hip on the frame, her robe loosely tied.

“You don’t snore.”

“And you,” she gently tapped my nose with her pointer finger, “are a liar.”

“I wasn’t lying, I didn’t hear you snoring, or if you were, you weren’t disturbing me.”

“Why are you up, Liam?”

“Why are you up, Bebe?”

She quirked her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I rarely sleep through the whole night, I’m always up for a bit.”

“Why?”

Her stare from across the room was almost piercing my soul.

“Therapist was not one of your duties I'm paying you for in our contract.”

She looked surprised, but more importantly, hurt by my remark. In a split second I had turned her into a business arrangement that she was a prostitute, that I was paying for a service.

“Oh, well you’re paying me a handsome sum, therefore I feel like I should be anything you need me to be at the moment. I’ll just….”

I had hurt her feelings, and snapped at her, and I didn’t even know why, and the look in her eyes, I didn’t want to ever see that again.

“Life.” I called out to her before she was out of the room. Bebe immediately stopped and turned to face me.

“I can relate to that. Do you mind if I just sit up with you for a bit then?”

“No, not at all.”

Bebe settled into the couch next to me. She didn’t say a word, but I found her silence and non-judgment strangely comforting.

WIP 3

Part 4

Series: The Vampires Live On

The Book: TRR

The Pairing: Liam x Riley (in this decade Gabriel x Alice in the past)

Status: Still in the writing process

“We’re here.”

“I really didn’t think it would be this clean here. I know what you said, but looking at the other graves along the way here, I expected the same condition.”

“You know, I can be very persuasive, and keeping in contact as the groundskeeper’s changed over the years, very important in this. “

“I didn’t think they would be buried side by side.”

“Because that didn’t matter here, and since he died, protecting the two of you, his family wanted nothing to do with him.”

“Poor Max. He was such a good sweet guy. What we were, or not completely, never mattered to him.”

I placed the small flower arrangement into the vase at his grave.

“I have missed you dear friend,”

“I’m going to give you some time alone with your sister and friend.”

“You can stay.”

“No, I’ve been with you for an eternity, you have not had any time with her or him since that night. I want you to have some time alone with them. You deserve that.”

“Thank you, Liam.”

Even though the space around her grave was clean, I found myself picking up and pushing the few leaves and debris away to make her area more pristine.

I sat down in the grass in front of her grave and closed my eyes, letting the emotions of finally being here with her again wash over me.

“Hi Clara. I have missed you so much.”

WIP 4

Chapter 17: Finale Part 4: The Wedding

Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎

The Book: TRH & Beyond

Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Elle x M!OC) / Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Final exams for Liberty had ensured that she wouldn’t be able to come to Greece early to take part in some of the pre-wedding festivities that Elle had planned. Elle felt guilty that Liberty would be missing her graduation from the Crown Academy to come to her wedding; her father had wanted to pull some strings for Liberty, but Elle declined, citing the importance of her education, though she did want her there.

Elle smiled as she panned the camera around the back yard.

"I really wish I was there Ellie."

"I really wish I was there. Libby! Look at you in your cap and gown. Father and I stepped away for a bit to watch the live feed of the baccalaureate."

"Thanks Ellie."

"For what?"

"Just making an effort. I can't wait to see you and everyone."

“Does that include Michail? He looked so sad when I told him you would not be here tonight.”

A slow smile crept over Liberty’s face.

“He looks sad?”

Elle laughed, “You’re clearly not about that.”

“Did he dance with any other girls?”

“Just one.”

“Who?”

Elle’s smile widened.

“Only me, when he could pull me away from Nico, all he talked about was you. He really likes you Libby.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, and he can’t wait to see you tomorrow and neither can I.”

“Neither can I!”

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