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Déjà Vu

Chapter 4

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Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Drake heads to Club Core with Leo; he unexpectedly meets a young woman that reminds him of a past life.

Pairing(s): mention of Liam x Riley; Drake x Riley (former)

Word Count: ~4970

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 language (tons; it's Drake); sexual references (crude); mention of excessive drinking; drug-use reference; brief violence

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! If you are new, hi! Thank you for joining us! This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Although this is from my crazy mind, it takes a village! Huge thanks to my sweet writing buddies for helping me figure out various parts! Love y'all! Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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Drake

What the fuck was I thinking? I hate large crowds and eardrum-piercing music. I hate being around people who can't hold their liquor, not to mention I hate dancing. But even worse, I hate Leonardo Anselm Phineas Rys. Old thorn in my side. What in the actual fuck made me agree to hang out with blondie in the first place? At a club? On opening night?

Because you're lonely, and he offered free booze…

My twisted expression relaxes as I shrug my shoulders. Meh. I guess it could be worse.

"Okay, baby… I'll be home later… yes… I'll tell Liam you said, 'hello'..." Leo gives an obnoxious kissing sound before disconnecting his call with the touch of a button. He lets out a sigh, taking a hit of his vape pen. "Dahlia," he answers to the question I never asked. He glances at me, sucking in his bottom lip before giving me a slow flutter of a wink. "She's a bit clingy."

I nod, drumming my fingers against the leather interior, playing it cool like I care. "Is… she your–?"

"Friend."

Ah. Okay. 'Friend.' The term just glides off of his tongue. Nonchalant. Sweet and syrupy, almost as if he believes the bullshit he's feeding this poor girl that's waiting at home for him.

And she thinks what now? That he's coming over after an evening with his brother's family which, no doubt, she has never met. And judging by that brief interaction with goldie locks here, she doesn’t seem to have the intellectual capacity to wonder why she wasn't invited to the dinner in the first place.

Side-piece. Booty-call. Friend. It's all just semantics to douchebags like Leo Rys.

I fidget with the navy collar to the button-down shirt Leo loaned me. I could barely fit my broad shoulders into the lean cut of his tailored threads. The guy has a rock hard physique, but tough, manual labor creates a different kind of body. A strong one. Like mine.

The buttons pull slightly across my chest as I flash a glance in the car visor mirror. I look like a fucking tool. I'm not used to my stubble brushing up against starched cotton; I'm usually wearing a tee, my work denim and my steel-toes. I mean, unless I'm meeting with a client or going out to dinner where you have a waiter and utensils. But, other than that, I am a fish out of water: this shirt is uncomfortable. And I have a feeling this is just a prelude of what's to come.

At least Leo approved of my jeans and Tecovas. He tried throwing my trusty chambray shirt in the trash. "No one has worn this for at least twenty years… and they weren't even wearing it then."

Fuck off.

We pull up to this club, and I swear everyone in Cordonia has turned out for this spectacle. The moment Rys steps out of his 'I didn't want anything too flashy' red Ferrari, the paps were on him like white on rice. Flashes of light rain from every direction as reporters flood him with curious questions about his Gucci loafers and gray Brioni blazer.

Lucky for me, I'm a nobody, and the press quickly discovers that the moment I step out onto the red carpet. Dropping their cameras and microphones in disappointment, they instantly turn their attention elsewhere. I don't know if I should be grateful… or offended, to be honest. At least confuse me for Leo's new lover… bunch of dickwads.

I push past the commotion, combing my hair out of my eyes as I look around the red carpet. This place is pretty snazzy, but holy fuck, they didn't spare with any expenses. It’s like a fucking fortress: a tall, wrought iron fence encased with stone surrounds the perimeter. Armed security in black tie a la James Bond swarm the space.

Now, the entrance? This wasn't just any ol’ red carpet; oh, fuck no, that wouldn't do for such a prestigious guest list. Contortionists and acrobats on pedestals perform sultry poses and maneuvers, leaving the crowd bewildered and amazed.

Scantily clad women tend to the average Joe commoners waiting in line. They serve hors d'oeuvres and complimentary spirits, fooling them into thinking they're still important even though they're on the outskirts of the main event, and truth be told: they'll never get in.

Taking it all in, I suddenly feel a massive clap against my back before an arm hugs tightly around my neck.

"Ready, Walker?" Leo pops his gum in between his smarmy grin. "Let's get our dicks wet."

—

Fucking. A. I'm pretty sure I just entered the third level of hell.

"Hey-yo, Walker!"

Make that the fourth level…

I glance back at Rys who is now flocked with an entourage of, and I quote, ‘aspiring models,’ all with their fake tits falling out of their tops, their overly-injected blow-job lips, and lashes so thick, you can't tell if they're sleeping or having a stroke. He flashes those pearly whites as he dangles a small, gram-size plastic bag of white powder.

Now, I'm not against tokin' up or getting obliterated with alcohol, but cocaine isn't my style… not to mention, if we got caught–no doubt, Leo knows people that could bail us out, but if Liam and Riley were to hear about this? They'd kick me to the curb in an instant, especially with their kid around. They’d label me as a bad influence, and Liam would give me that fatherly disappointment glare.

"What do you think, Walker?" Leo nods with eager anticipation. "Wanna join… all of us?" He lets out a knowing laugh, winking at the women around him. They take his cue and begin to giggle, as if he was the funniest, most charming man they've ever met.

And my IQ just dropped two points.

"I think… I'm going to… " I notice a large bar area, quickly throwing a hitched thumb back at it. "...I'll check out the bar,"

"Suit yourself." The women practically swallow him whole with their arms. "Don't forget: give 'em my name. Drinks on me!"

The drove of venereal diseases buzzes off with their king, and a sense of relief washes over me. Would I rather be at home? Absolutely, but since I'm already here…

I make my way toward the crowded bar area, ducking between drunken cat fights and groping couples. Finding a stool, I plant my ass down, and despite how busy it is, the bartender tends to me quickly–probably because I'm a 45- year-old man alone in a club. Translation: I have money, I know what I want, and chances are, what I order doesn't require my rim being bedazzled with seasonings, flowers, or fruit.

"What can I get ya?"

Oh, shit, I haven't heard that distinct nasally Portavira accent in so long. My God…

"Um… Larceny. Neat."

"Double?"

My man… I nod as I watch him pull out the bottle and a clean tumbler.

"Do you have a tab started, sir?"

I reach for my wallet, but I abruptly stop, remembering Leo's words. 'Give 'em my name. Drinks on me!'

"I do. It's under Rys," I smirk, "and actually, do you have Macallan?"

The bartender stops, giving me a glance over when finally a Cheshire grin creeps across his face as if he just struck oil. "We sure do, Mr. Rys." He extends his hand to fist bump me before reaching to the top shelf for a new bottle of the liquid gold. Before I knew it, he's twirling the tumbler across the bar. "Enjoy, Mr. Rys."

Taking a sip, I give him a wink as a thank you as I bask in the much needed woodsy burn of clove on my tongue. Damn, that's tasty.

Feeling more relaxed, I glance out onto the dance floor as other club-goers get lost in the hypnotic buzz of the ethanol electrifying their veins. The tantric beat of the music and the flashing swirl of multicolored lights feeds the adrenaline and raging hormones as people grab and grope one another.

I am way too old for this scene.

I grab my glass to take another pull when out of the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face at the bar. Turning my head to get a better look, I suddenly swallow my whiskey down the wrong pipe, causing me to fall into a fit of coughs. Smooth, Walker, real smooth.

Blinking back the tears, I sniff into a napkin before looking back at the beautiful face. Shit. She's absolutely…wow. Gorgeous dark, silky waves, porcelain skin, that pouty mouth with those big, doe eyes… She's the spitting image of… Riley.

"Fuck," I growl at myself before rubbing the shit out of my eyes. No way, it can't be. I look up again, and instantly I can feel my jeans begin to tighten.

You're just wanting to see her. You're just wanting it to be her, especially with what happened back at the palace.

I down the rest of my drink before allowing my attention to be completely saturated by this girl.

It's not Riley. It's not…

See? Her nose appears more prominent from the side, and-and her neck. Her neck seems longer, slender. And her eyes. They're gorgeous and big… they aren't Riley's navy blues, but damn, that sparkle–

"Would you like another–?"

"Please," I grumble as I stare at this Riley look-alike. I just… can't tear my eyes away. Her presence feels so real, so intimate. Now, judging from this woman's creamy, velvet skin, she's young. Maybe early 20s. Way out of my league… but still that face. It's like looking into a past life, a life I once loved.

—

(Two decades ago…)

"Brooks," Drake whispers loudly, "come on!"

"Shhhh!" Riley presses a finger to her lips, stifling her giggles as she looks down from her palace window. "Are you trying to wake everyone up? You're going to get me into trouble."

"You are trouble, lady."

Riley looks back at the commoner, the glint of mischief in his eyes making her adrenaline pump faster through her veins. "Now are you sure about this?" She bites her lip, "you'll catch me if–"

"For the hundredth time, yes," Drake rolls his eyes, holding his arms out wide.

Since Drake's confession to Riley at Applewood, the two of them have been enjoying each other's company, especially after hours. They flirt with danger, sharing in kisses that they swear will never happen again for obvious reasons: she is there to pursue Liam and his hand in marriage; Drake is his best friend.

After watching Liam share a kiss with Riley, a dam of excruciating jealousy broke in Drake's heart. He already shared with Riley before that he was developing feelings for her, but now, it was… something else. Something more.

During dinner, the commoner passed her a note, asking her to meet him outside her window after midnight because they needed to talk.

Riley is staying in the guest quarters off the West Wing with the other suitors. She's only on the second floor, but still, a jump from that high could be dangerous. So, Drake helped the brunette construct a climbing rope with her top sheet.

"I've got ya. Just… ease yourself over."

Riley takes one step at a time, following Drake's directions; but when she gets close to the ground, she looks back at Drake, raising an eyebrow, then jumps.

"Whoa!" Drake stumbles as Riley crashes into his chest, his arms quickly cradling her close. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Riley giggles, combing her fingers through Drake's thick hair. "Sometimes a girl just wants to be caught."

Their eyes lock on one another, Drake's hand finding her cheek. He gently rubs his thumb across her soft skin, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into his touch.

"Come with me," he whispers softly while grabbing her hand.

"Wait… I thought we were going to talk–"

"I want to show you something." Riley gives him a curious glare. "It's a surprise," he smirks, pulling her to follow him.

They walk silently, hand-in-hand across the grounds, playfully gazing back-and-forth at one another–that is, until all a sudden a bright flashlight skims over where they are walking.

"Who goes there?" A palace guard bellows.

"Brooks, take off your flip-flops," Drake commands under his breath, watching the guard in the distance.

"What? Why?"

"Just trust me," he squeezes her fingers.

Riley quickly kicks them off, holding them in her hands. "Okay… now what?"

Drake grabs her hand again, his grip tight. "Run!" Giving her a warning tug, they both take off across the wet lawn, Riley following Drake's lead.

"Where… are we… going?" She pants, laughter bubbling from her chest.

"You'll see," Drake chuckles, "but we have to lose Barney Fife first!"

Dodging the glow of the searching lights, Drake and Riley finally make it to a large wall of greenery. Finding an entry, they pass through the walkway and hide behind the vines and leaves.

Drake looks to see if they finally lost the guards, but Riley takes a moment to look around the thicket they just entered.

"Whoa," her eyes widen as she looks at the well-manicured covert. "Where… where are we?"

"It's… a maze. A hedge maze that we used to play in as kids."

"Are you serious?" She meanders down a corridor, looking around a corner. "It's so dark. Did you ever get lost?"

Drake chuckles, reaching into his pocket. "Plenty of times." He saunters closer to Riley, pulling out a flashlight and handing it to her. The air crackles around them as the charm of the blue moon ignites the twinkle in their eyes. Drake lowers his voice into a deep gravel. "Come get lost with me, Riley Brooks."

With that, he smiles and takes off jogging, Riley staying close behind. "Hey, not so fast Drake." She turns a corner and notices his denim shirt discarded on the grass. "You lost your shirt."

"Did I now?" He snickers. "Can you bring it to me?"

Riley scoffs into a giggle as she continues through the maze at the sound of his voice. "Maybe if you'd stop running away–"

"Maybe if you weren't so slow–"

"Hey!" Riley chides, "I just jumped out of a window–" she falls silent as finds Drake's belt tossed on the ground. She collects it in her hand, biting her bottom lip. "Drake?"

"You're getting warm," he teases. Riley stumbles through another corner, turning left, then right. The sounds of her toes in the grass compliment her heavy breathing as she stops again to the cooing of his voice. "Warmer, Brooks."

She continues until suddenly, she notices a warm glow just up ahead. Her steps quicken until finally she reaches a small clearing in the maze that opens to a stunning backdrop of the star-filled sky. Gas-lit sconces illuminate the garden, revealing tapestries of vines and flowers fixed to wooden lattice work amongst the bushes.

"Wow," Riley gasps, her eyes glowing with the wonder all around her. "This is beautiful." She feels Drake's warm touch on her hand, their fingers lacing together.

"Cmon," he tugs on her, "I want to show you something."

"There's more?" She giggles, following his lead. They walk a short, pebbled path until they are standing in front of a large gray-stoned well. Riley presses her fingertips to the cold marbled edges before looking down into the dark abyss. Her eyes shift to Drake, "Is this where you murder me?" He chuckles, shaking his head as she turns back to the well opening. "Hello!" She shouts, the echoes welcoming each other back and forth.

"I'll be honest, Brooks." Riley looks back at Drake. "I'm kinda shocked Liam hasn't already brought you here. It's one of his favorite places to show off in the entire estate."

"Oh," Riley's eyebrows knit together with a pained expression.

"Hey," Drake nudges her playfully. "What's with the long face?"

Riley snickers into a scoff before finally succumbing to tears. "I'm just exhausted," she pulls her hands to her face.

"Brooks," he pulls her into his comforting arms.

"This social season bullshit is just … it's really screwing with my head," she sniffles. "I've never been more insecure in all my life, and what for?" She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, clearing her throat. "I wish I knew where I stood. I wish the competition was over. I wish–"

Drake reaches into his pocket, pulling out a couple of worn copper coins. He offers them to a confused Riley.

"Pennies?" She sniffles.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "I forgot to get rid of them when we were in New York. They're worthless here. No conversion."

Riley's lips begin to curl. "Then why keep them?"

Drake starts inspecting the coins in his hand, allowing them to softly clang together in his palm. "I read a book once–"

"--picture books don't count as reading."

"Ha. Ha." He smirks, feigning annoyance as he starts to jingle the coins in his hand. "I read that in ancient civilizations, finding random metals was a sign or a blessing from the gods."

"You see them everywhere back home. The streets, sidewalks," she snickers, "a whole cent. How generous of the gods."

"What? A penny isn't enough for you?" Drake playfully growls, slowly leaning closer to Riley. She coyly bats her lashes, a soft titter in her throat. "Here." He puts a coin in her hand.

"What's this for?" Riley studies the trinket.

"For something bigger, citizens would offer the metal back to the gods, like a payment. So they would say a silent prayer, then toss it–"

"--into a well," Riley softly finishes.

Drake nods over his shoulder to the stoned well. "Let's make your wishes count."

One by one, Drake and Riley silently take pennies, casting them into the well with unspoken hopes and dreams until every last coin was gone. Feeling his close proximity, Riley stares up into his dark eyes, getting lost into a charming stillness.

"What did you wish for?" She whispers.

Drake slowly shakes his head. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

He offers a crooked grin. Combing his fingers into Riley's dark, espresso waves, his hand gently grips the back of her neck, pulling her closer. "All my wishes have already come true, Brooks." He closes the space between them, their lips grazing one another. The feather-light touch instantly ignites a hunger, one they both feel and crave. Drake pulls back, chuckling under his breath as he fidgets with the hem of Riley's shirt. "So... why didn't you take off any clothes?"

Riley bites her bottom lip. "Maybe... because... I wanted my wish to come true." She pauses, her fingers tucking into the front pocket of Drake's jeans, pulling his hips flush against hers.

He swallows thickly. "Which is?"

"Take them off for me, Walker."

—

(Present)

Damnit. I adjust myself in my jeans, but my cock always hardens at the memory of Riley and me that night. We fucked. A lot. But that night, our first night together, it was more than just sex. We made love.

I take a swig of my new drink that the bartender must've dropped off while I was taking a stroll down the boulevard of broken dreams when my eyes dart to my Riley look-alike.

And I feel my dick shrink.

She's with someone, some blond tool, probably named Chad, with a tool haircut that shops at Tools-R-Us with a matching trust fund.

I sigh to myself, polishing the rest of my drink before staring at my empty glass.

He is pretty hot; I don't blame her.

I glance at them one more time, kissing my own dirty fantasy away when I notice something odd. His hand is sternly gripped around her wrist, staring at her like she's his next meal.

But her face tells a different story. She seems to be struggling, trying to tear her arm away from him. Those big, doe eyes are panicked, large as table saucers as she frantically looks for help.

I sigh. Goddamnit...

I wipe a napkin across my mouth as I stand, my glare fixed on this commotion transpiring before me. I shrug my shoulders, loosening the tight fabric off my back as I stretch my muscles. Just in case.

I hurry my way through the dense crowd of patrons gathered around the bar. I flex my fingers, bending my wrist as I get closer.

Ah, shit. This is the part I'm bad at. What do I say first? 'Stop that!' No, that's lame. I need something clever, like maybe, 'Is there a problem here?' How about–

My clenched fist meets his jaw, knocking the asshole in one swing into a bartop table before he crashes down onto the floor. He's so disoriented; he's trying to get up, but he keeps slipping on shards of glass, falling back into the pathetic rumple he calls his life.

Fuck. My hand. I know it will hurt like a bitch in a few minutes when my body depletes of adrenaline, but for right now, I'm basking in the moment.

A smirk grows on my mouth, but it doesn't last for long. The young woman. I turn to the Riley look-alike, her terrified stare already fixed on me. Instinctively, I carefully put my hand on her shoulder. She's shaking.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you alright?"

Ho.ly. Fuuuuuuck.

Brooks? Seeing her up close is almost painful; I can feel my balls beginning to ache. This woman is hauntingly stunning: the subtle freckles on her nose, the curve of the bow to her top lip, even the flounce of her long, flirty eyelashes. She's beautiful; she's… like somebody I used to know…

The young woman shyly nods, but she's trembling. She's clearly not alright.

And I suddenly possess this overwhelming need to take her in my arms, hold her tight and let her know she's safe.

Calm down, Walker.

"Let's get you away from this." I look up, noticing an open lounge-type area near the dance floor with large, plush couches. Offering my arm, she holds on tightly as we escape through the debris of the nightmare that just happened. Placing a reassuring hand on her back, I encourage her to sit.

I, on the other hand, keep an eye on douche canoe who is being helped up by security and his friends. But, I don't think he'll be a problem for us anymore tonight. He never got a good look at me, and even if he had, something tells me his ego would keep him away from telling the truth of who made him taste his own blood.

Turning towards the young woman, I notice she is anxiously looking around, her body on edge. I tilt myself to her ear, shouting over the blaring music, "Are you here with anyone?"

She nods, "B-but it's okay," she yells back, waving her hands. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

She fakes a smile, and my God, it knocks me back. Stunning.

Focus on her words, Walker...

"I don't exactly want to…"

I don't quite understand the rest of her statement, her words lost in the heavy beat of the music. I give her an inquisitive look, causing her to careen towards my ear, her hand brushing across my shoulder.

And my cock twitches. Breathe, buddy…

"I said… I don't want to interrupt their fun." She motions aimlessly to the dance floor. Got it.

"Can I call someone for you? Family perhaps?"

Her eyes widen. "What? No, no."

She grins, but it's clearly hiding her true feelings. Which is fine. I'm a complete stranger. Shit, she probably thinks I'm some creepy old man, hitting on her at the bar. And sure, maybe on a night where she wasn't assaulted, maybe I would've bought her a drink, asked for her number.

But the fact of the matter is this: I really don't feel comfortable leaving this girl alone. She just got into a physical altercation with… whoever that guy was. Her boyfriend? Oh shit, husband? I look at her hand; I don't see a ring, but that doesn't mean anything. You never know these days. Still, she doesn't need to be by herself right now. She really doesn't need to be here, but again, who am I but another creep at the bar.

I run my fingers through my hair. Oh, what the hell. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

A hint of fear crosses her expression as she looks me over.

I hold up my hands in defense before leaning over her shoulder. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone in a place like this," I shout, "especially with what happened with your boyfriend."

She takes a deep breath. She flashes those big, brown eyes at me before finally nodding in agreement.

And my heart melts.

I offer my hand. "Drake."

The corners of her lips curl as she takes my hand, leaning towards my ear. "Jake?" She yells.

I shake my head, facing her ear more directly. "Drake!" I holler over the deep thrumming of the bass.

She raises an eyebrow. "Jake?"

Eh, close enough. I smile in agreement.

"I'm Nora," she smiles, already more relaxed.

"Nora?" I repeat, ensuring I heard her correctly. At least one of us should be called by our real names this evening.

She nods innocently, a beautiful rosy pink painting her cheeks. "Oh, and, um… he's not my boyfriend." A piece of her hair falls like liquid silk into her eyes as she looks down at her lap. She quickly shoos the wisp away, chasing it behind her ear before looking back at me, trying to figure out my angle. Am I here to hurt her? Flirt with her? Invite her home for a messy, drunken fuck?

Don't worry, sweetie, you're safe with me.

"American?"

She catches me off guard with that one. "Uh, yeah. How did you–?"

She points to her mouth, her lips perfectly rounded and plump, painted a deep crimson. Oh, duh. My watered-down accent. Toto, we're not in Texas anymore. It's hard to believe that at one point in my life, I actually sounded like these people. Every once in a while, the Cordonian beast pounces, but these days, I sound like the typical American mutt.

"Are you on vacation?" Nora asks.

I smirk, shaking my head. "I… moved here for work."

"To Cordonia?" She snickers. "Of all places?"

"Fair," I chuckle under my breath as I feel the heat rise up my neck. "I… grew up here, so I have… connections, friends and family. It makes for an easy transition. How about you?"

Her eyes brighten, like a pageant contestant being asked about world peace. "Cordonian. Born and raised."

"That's unfortunate," I joke. Sorta.

"Hey," she giggles, scrunching up her nose playfully. She swats the back of her hand against my shoulder. The touch sends a shockwave of familiarity, robbing me of my breath. "I love Cordonia–"

"Spoken like a true Cordonian."

"And… what's wrong with that?"

Drake guffaws. "What isn't wrong with that?"

"Your tone is suggesting that there's something wrong with having pride in your country–"

"It's egotistical–"

"The only thing egotistical is thinking that your opinion about Cordonia is the only opinion to be had." She furrows her brows. "If you hate it so much, why did you come back?"

Shit. She's feisty. And this conversation has gone completely off the rails. I can't tell if she's really pissed… or if I'm just really turned on and wanting a sparring match.

Fuck. You just had to be a jackass…

"Okay, truth?" I offer, even though I'm sure she wants to toss a drink in my face at this point.

She turns to face me, tucking her leg underneath her. "Please."

"I had a rough time fitting in here. Except for my best friend. He's–" I grin thinking about Liam and I, growing up together, how perfect and inseparable we were. "--as Cordonian as you can get. Well, except… I mean, his mom… nevermind," I shake my head. "He's the nicest person I've ever met in my life. I needed some help after a bad business deal, and… he was there and… now I'm here."

"Huh." She sits back, crossing her arms as she takes me in. She raises an eyebrow, the corner of her lips curling. She's clearly unsure of me, and I don't blame her.

"Drinks?" A cocktail waitress dressed in a skimpy, leather skirt interrupts us.

Rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I turn to Nora. I have a feeling that this might be the end of the night for us, especially if I don't offer her a cocktail.

I stare at the sparkling flecks of bronze in her eyes. There's something about this girl, more than just the memories she stirs up in me. I can't explain it… shit, then again, maybe I'm fooling myself, wanting something to be there that never was. Still… I clear my throat… you never know unless you try.

"Would… you like one? A drink?"

She narrows her eyes in thought… and fucking hell, she's so goddamn beautiful. Like Riley incarnate. The mannerisms, some of her expressions. Watching her literally robs me of speech and air, and I am dying to spend more time with her. Hell, who knows where the night will take us.

I really hope she agrees to this drink. I can tell I haven't exactly won her over in the past twenty minutes, but if she would just agree to one more drink, just a few more minutes with me, maybe history could repeat itself. Maybe I could experience the woman of my dreams in a different way. Now, I could never tell Nora this; she could never find out. I mean, I am attracted to her, it's just…

"Sure," Nora interrupts my thoughts, her lips curling. "I'll take a drink."

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The Steam Team’s Relationship with Princess Eleanor (Nia and Rebecca as Bonuses)

Thomas - He likes to play with her, but he knows how to be gentle with her, especially in his beast mode. They have a great bond. Thomas also tries to give advice to her when Edward or her mother is not available. She also likes to spoil him with chicken leg.

Edward - Eleanor looks up to him as almost as a wise older brother/father figure as her father died before she was even born. He gives her the wisdom and answers her questions. He also teaches her how to read due to her stuttering. She has the closest bond with him as she saw him first when she was born. Henry - He adores her but not as much as Edward as she has the strongest bond with him, but Henry is kind and gentle with her, but when he’s in grumpy or sick mode, Eleanor knows to leave him alone.

Gordon: Gordon just sees her as like any other kids. Annoying but innocent. He does respect her, but much rather sleep or play very rough games than babysit a child. He will protect her though when she’s in danger.

James - James is usually okay with kids, but he does love to spend time with Eleanor when it’s exploring or dressing him up or playing games, but he needs to gentle with her as he’s way bigger than her. She also likes to tickle him because he’s the most vulnerable.

Percy - He is like a small yet gigantic puppy with her and he gets sad or lonely easily if she doesn’t give him any hugs or attention. She sees him as a big baby, and she would always like to give him hugs when given the chance.

Toby - Like Gordon, he’s indifferent with her, and usually doesn’t spend time unless he needs to babysit her. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care as he will comfort her when she’s struggling. She tries to encourage him to eat berries, but he prefers meat, mainly cow’s liver.

Emily - She is very kind to her and always curious when Eleanor teaches her new things. She also likes to dress her up like James, but she knows Emily loves emeralds, so it must involve emeralds to satisfy her. Emily also likes to tease her like a sister.

Nia - Eleanor and Nia have good term relationship, and Nia likes to play games with him. However, like James, needs to be gentle with her when she plays rough, and even though Nia is way smaller, she still need to careful.

Rebecca - Eleanor used to be scared of Rebecca because how huge and energetic she is, but slowly grows a liking to her, and Rebecca likes to play and give her nudges and licks in her beast form. Rebecca learns to not be too much for Eleanor, but they are alright.

#ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte percy #ttte toby #ttte emily #princess eleanor #OC #SSS #ttte nia #ttte rebecca #medieval

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King Father of the Bride - Chapter 6

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Eleanor x OC

The TRR regulars belong to Pixelberry, David, Thomas, and the Warner family are my own characters.

Series Description: Liam is excited to welcome Eleanor back from an extended trip to the states, but things change when she returns with unexpected news.

Catch up here.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,209

A/N: It’s been a hot minute, thank you so much for your patience while I wade through my crazy mind. This was a really challenging chapter for me to write. It's not a scene that is in the movie, but as I kept digging into this story, I realized that I needed to add it to give Liam the kind of relationship with his daughter that he deserves.

A/N 2: Thank you so so much to @txemrn for pre-reading (twice), and for encouraging me and keeping me on track when I needed it.

Tags: As per ushe, tags are at the bottom and in the comments. If you’d like to be added or removed just let me know!

Two days after returning from New York, Riley and I decided to sit down with Eleanor and lay it all out on the table. As hurt as we were about the way everything happened, this was our daughter’s wedding. We wanted to be happy for her. We needed to get past the heartbreak of her engagement so that we could embrace her excitement.

“Are you ready for this?” Riley asked, taking Liam’s hand as they sat on the sofa in his study, waiting for Eleanor to join them.

Liam sighed. “I suppose. I just want to move past this and be able to be happy for her.”

Riley nodded, gently squeezing Liam’s hand. “I know.”

The moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Liam called for them to enter, and Eleanor walked through the door.

“Hey, you guys wanted to see me?” Her voice was tentative as she walked into the room. Both of her parents stood to greet her.

“Yes, please take a seat, Princess.” Liam greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. He motioned for her to sit on a nearby chair as he and Riley returned to their spots on the couch.

Eleanor sat, her eyes moving between her parents. “Am I in trouble?”

Riley chuckled. No matter how much she took after Liam, every now and then, she would see a little bit of herself come out in Eleanor. “Should you be in trouble?” She responded the same way her mother would when she used to ask the same thing.

The princess’s eyes went wide as she racked her brain, trying to think of anything she could have done.

Liam shook his head, a small smile coming through. “You’re not in trouble. We just wanted to speak with you about your courtship, to clear the air before we move forward with the wedding planning.”

“Oohh… kay…” She thought they had cleared the air the night she got back from New York. “Did everything go alright with Brian’s parents?”

“They were lovely,” Riley assured her. “And they seem quite taken with you. That’s kind of the thing.”

“I don’t understand, I was perfectly polite and…”

“They were there for your proposal,” Liam interrupted.

“Liam!” Riley swatted his shoulder, they had agreed to ease into the conversation.

“No, Riley. We said we were going to use this as an opportunity to put everything out on the table, so that’s what I’m doing.” Liam’s tone was stern with Riley, but he softened when he turned back to his daughter. “They were there at one of the most important moments of your life. You spent time with them regularly. We didn’t even know Brian existed until you were engaged,” Liam explained.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, but I thought we got past this when I apologized the night I got back,” Eleanor started getting defensive.

Liam looked down, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to compose himself. He felt Riley link her hand with his free one and squeeze gently. He looked over to her and she nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Eleanor,” he took a deep breath, looking over to her. “I’ve always thought that we’ve had a good relationship, that we were close.” Eleanor nodded, agreeing with him. “It really hurt to learn that you had essentially become a member of Brian’s family when we didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

Eleanor’s eyes went wide as she took in her father’s words. “Mom, do you feel that way too?”

“Of course, I do, honey. It hurt both of us to find out you were going through such an exciting time, and hadn’t thought to include us in it.”

“Wow,” Eleanor exhaled. “I mean, yeah, I spent time with his family. They were thirty minutes away. It would have been rude not to take them up on their invitation.”

Liam and Riley watched Eleanor as she composed her thoughts, giving her the time she needed to properly express herself.

“And they weren’t there when he proposed,” she continued, “they were meeting us for drinks, like a goodbye thing, because I was coming home. He asked me before we met up with them.”

Eleanor shifted in her seat, sitting taller. “I didn’t keep you guys in the dark intentionally. I hope you know that. Honestly, things got serious really fast, and it felt like something I needed to tell you in person. That’s why I invited you to come to New York while I was there. I was going to introduce you.”

She was right. She had invited us to join her in the city for a weekend about halfway through her trip. We were ready to go, but the morning we were supposed to leave, we had been called to Valtoria for an unexpected emergency, and we were unable to make the trip before she was scheduled to come home. Perhaps the blame was not as one sided as I had been making it.

“Daddy,” Eleanor’s tone was pleading. He looked up and saw the tears pooling in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I really did, and I had no idea I was going to come back engaged.” Her gaze dropped, and her breath hitched slightly.

Liam looked over at Riley who nodded to him, encouraging him to talk to Eleanor. “Eleanor, look at me.” His tone was gentle yet commanding.

She looked up, wiping away a tear as she locked eyes with her father.

“Do you stand by your decision to accept Brian’s proposal?”

“Uh-huh,” she answered tentatively, unsure where he was going with this.

Liam stood, and signaled for her to do the same. Eleanor stood in front of her father, and he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Eleanor, you are going to be queen someday. That means making decisions that not everyone will agree with. And some of those decisions are going to upset people. But if you believe in the choices you make, you need to stand tall and own them. Do you understand?”

Eleanor nodded in response, and Liam arched his brow. “Yes daddy. I understand.”

“Good. And it is important to listen to those who disagree with you. But no matter what, you show nothing but confidence in your decisions. If you appear to second guess yourself, they will follow suit.”

“But you guys are my parents, not my subjects. It’s different”

“Not really.” Riley interjected as she stepped up next to Liam. “Do you think your grandparents agreed with every decision I’ve ever made?”

“And your grandfather didn’t always agree with mine.” Liam added. “The only difference is, I made the mistake of going with what he wanted for me, instead of following my own judgment. All that did was hurt people. Your mother and I included.” He took Riley’s hand and brought it to his lips.

“I understand,” Eleanor said. “I’m so sorry that I hurt you guys. I promise I’ll keep you more in the loop about stuff, starting with the wedding planning.”

Liam and Riley both smiled, pulling her into a hug. “I guess that means we should start interviewing wedding planners,” Liam said as they pulled away.

“Actually,” Eleanor started. “I kind of already had someone in mind…”

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Princess Elisabeth and Eleanor of Belgium

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Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 4: Jace

Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure

Main Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language mostly, a very brief depiction of childbirth.

Word Count: 2,147

A/N: I know I said so in the last chapter, but I want to thank @queen-arabella-of-cordonia again for this ask, because I am having too much fun with it!

A/N 2: Once again, it all got away from me so there will be one more chapter (I know I said that in the last chapter and the one before that, but this time, I really think there's only one more chapter worth of stuff!)

My other stuff: Master List.

“You did it, baby!” Drake grinned at her as he kissed the top of her head.

“You were amazing, love.” Liam told her.

“Of course, she was amazing, she’s always amazing.” Max scoffed.

“Damn I could use a cheeseburger right now.” Riley said shakily.

“I wanna see! I wanna see! Let me see the baby!” Ellie shoved her way past Max.

“What’s wrong with Uncle Leo?” Xander asked as he crawled out from underneath the bench at the same time Liam lowered himself onto it and pulled Riley down next to him, adjusting her so she was leaning back on his chest.

Everyone glanced up at Leo who was still staring at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression, jaw slack, eyes a little glazed.

Liam chuckled softly as he told Drake, “Well, that should cure him of being inappropriate with my wife.”

“Right?” Drake smirked, “The mystery is ruined.”

Max was the only sympathetic one, “You ok over there Leo?”

“That…”

“It’s ok, bro, you’ve never seen a woman give birth before.”

“That was….”

“Messy? Traumatic? Not sexy?” Max offered.

Leo turned an astonished face to Max as he exclaimed, “That was the most bad ass goddamned thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire my fucking life! That woman is remarkable! She just pushed out an entire fucking human being and then sat up and asked for a cheeseburger! A cheeseburger! That’s hardcore!”

“Wait.” Liam looked confused and a little alarmed, “You’re not grossed out? Turned off?”

“Are you kidding me, Li? I have never wanted her more! You were right, I flirt with her because she keeps telling me no, it’s a challenge, and I love a good challenge! Also, I’m mostly just doing it to annoy you and piss off Drake. But now? Now I might actually be in love! None of you fuckers deserve her, you all know that, right?”

“Just fucking great.” Drake gritted out.

“Uh…. Not to interrupt, whatever this is,” Jason interjected, “But we’re going to need something to wrap him in.”

Liam and Drake still had their hands full with Riley. Max shot a look at Leo, his eyes dipping to the other’s man chest.

“Really?” Leo sighed then handed Jax to Max as he pulled the rainbow colored tie dyed Mickey Mouse shirt that Riley had bought him over his head and handed it to Jason. “It was too tight anyway.”

“That was on purpose.” Riley grunted as she delivered the placenta.

“Really?” Leo asked in delight as the faint sound of a siren in the distance pierced the air.

Jason wrapped the baby in Leo’s t-shirt and handed him to his mother. “I’m good with delayed cord clamping, but if that ambulance doesn’t get here within the next five to ten minutes, I’ll have to use a shoelace or something to tie it off and I don’t know how the hell we’ll sterilize-“

“Here.” Drake thrust a flask at him.

Jason blinked in confusion, “What’s this?”

“Whiskey.”

“You can’t bring alcohol into Disneyland!”

“That’s Drake Walker you’re talking to.” Max informed him, “He brings his own whiskey everywhere!”

“Ok then….”

Riley cradled her son to her breast where he immediately began rooting around. She helped him latch on as she gazed down into his tiny face.

She watched him as he nursed, his little mouth moving as he gazed up at her with wonder in his eyes that only a soul new to the world has. Suddenly her breath caught, “Oh! We were wrong about the due date!”

“Or he was a little early, love.” Liam told her soothingly.

She shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

Leo leaned over to get a good look at the newest member of the Rys family. “Uh, Li...I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm pretty sure this one isn't yours either...”

“Shut up, Leo.” Liam snapped, “What were you saying about the due date, love?”

Riley looked from her son to her husband as she told him, “I know we were wrong about the due date, because we wrong about the date of conception.”

“How do you know that?” Drake asked.

“What do you mean?” Liam spoke at the same time as Drake.

“Yeah, Ri, what do you mean?” Max prompted her.

“I mean…” She paused for dramatic effect then turned her head to look at Max, “I didn’t conceive on the trip to Geneva with Liam like I thought. I conceived two weeks before that, on our secret hilltop near the airport, with you, Max.”

“What?” Max’s mouth dropped open in astonishment.

“Look at those eyes.” Riley cooed down at the little one in her arms as he released her nipple with a contented sigh. Fresh from heaven and perfect in every way. Ten little fingers, ten little toes and a ridiculous amount of hair.

“Those are the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.” Liam confirmed as he gazed down at the squirming baby boy in his wife’s arms. “Can I hold him now?”

Riley passed the t-shirt wrapped newborn over, “As if we needed any more proof that he’s Max’s.”

It was true. His eyes were a bright, deep, cobalt blue. His hair was jet black but that didn’t mean anything. All of Riley’s babies had been born with hair just like that. It would lighten to whatever shade it was going to be by three or four months of age. They all had. But even without the blue eyes, his paternity was obvious to her. His little nose, his lips, even his forehead were an almost exact replica of Max’s. How a forehead could look distinct and familiar Riley didn’t understand. Yet, it did.

“He’s mine?” Max felt a sense of wonder stir in his chest as he struggled to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat, “Can I hold him now?”

“Of course.” Liam said, placing the tiny bundle into Max’s arms, then discreetly wiping tears from his eyes.

“Hey, congratulations, buddy.” Drake said as he clapped Max on the shoulder, “Welcome to the club.”

“Are you crying, Max?” Riley asked as the wailing of the siren grew louder, closer.

“Yes, I am! This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me! I mean, next to you loving me.” He answered her.

“Ah, Max. I love you too.”

Max looked up from the bundle snuggled in his arms, his face wet with tears, and found Liam’s eyes, “You’re not mad?”

Liam was taken aback, “Mad? How could I be mad? This amazing, perfect, beautiful child is a combination of the two people I love most in the world! This is the greatest surprise ever!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I remember how overwhelming it was when Ellie was born, this little person that was half me and half the woman I love. I never thought I’d get to experience that with the man I love but…here he is, half you and half her and it’s just as fucking amazing!”

“Ah, Li, don’t cry or I’m gonna start again!”

Drake took a turn holding the baby as Liam and Max embraced, laughing, crying, wiping the tears from each other’s cheeks, exchanging soft kisses and ecstatic smiles.

“Can we talk about getting me a cheeseburger now?” Riley asked, but Liam, Drake and Max were too busy cooing over the baby to hear her.

The ambulance pulled up with lights still flashing but they had thankfully turned the siren off.

“Thank God you’re here.” Jason said, “I didn’t have anything sterile to clamp or cut the cord with, so I haven’t done either one.”

The paramedics quickly assessed both mother and child, loaded Riley onto a gurney and clamped the cord. “Who’s the father?” The older paramedic asked.

Everyone looked at Liam who smiled and nudged Max forward.

“Oh, uh…that would be me!” Max raised his hand.

The paramedic held out a pair of sterile scissors and asked, “Would you like to do the honors?”

An enthusiastic smile lit up his face, “Yes, yes I would!”

As Max cut the cord, Liam asked, “What are we going to name him?” The names he and Riley had discussed no longer seemed appropriate. This child definitely wasn’t a Fabian or a Ulysses, maybe more of a Percival.

Riley grinned up at their tour guide and said, “I think we have to name him Jason. What do you think, Max?”

“I like it! We can call him Jace for short!” Max nodded in agreement, then looked over at their guide, “if that’s alright with you, of course.”

“I’d be honored, but you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense!” Riley waved him off, “It’s settled, “Jason Percival Embry Beaumont Rys.”

“What’s the Embry for?” Drake asked, already aware that Percival was Max’s middle name.

“Do you really want to know?” Riley smirked at him.

Drake blinked at her in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I want to know?”

“It means hill.” Liam supplied, “Literally, flat topped hill.”

“Yeah, because he was conceived on a hill!” Max chirped out.

Drake nodded as he turned his head to the side and scratched the back of his neck, “You were right, babe, I didn’t need to know.”

Riley tried again, “Could one of you get me a cheeseburger?”

But none of them were listening. As the paramedics expanded the gurney, dropping the wheels down, Liam, Max and Drake fell into an argument.

Liam started spitting orders, using his king voice, “I’ll ride with her in the ambulance, you guys follow behind and meet us at the hospital.”

“That’s a negative. I’m going with her.” Drake said in his best military commander voice.

“They said only one of us can ride in the ambulance, Drake, and I’m her husband!”

“Yes, and I’m her head of security!”

“It’s my baby!”

As they bickered among themselves, Riley looked around for some help. Her eyes landed on Leo, who looked like he was still a little in shock. A calculating smile turned the corners of her mouth up as she called out, “Leo, honey, sweetheart, baby doll, lover…” She emphasized the last word, infusing her voice with copious amounts of sultriness.

Leo’s head snapped up as the last of the daze that had clouded his eye’s receded. He hurried to her side, briefly glancing at the others before turning his attention back to her as he took one of her hands in both of his, “Yes, my kick ass warrior queen?”

“You’re coming to the hospital, aren’t you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. She usually rebuffed his advances and ignored his attentions. “Do you want me there?”

“Oh yes, I would very much like it if you were there.” She murmured demurely, as she gazed up at him from under fluttering lashes.

He sucked in a surprised, and pleased breath, “Then of course I’ll be there!”

“Would you do something for me?” She asked as she walked her fingers up his exposed chest.

“Anything!” He scooted closer to her, clasping her hand and laying it over his heart.

“Stop somewhere on the way there and smuggle me in a cheeseburger with some chili cheese fries and a vanilla shake!”

Leo hesitated for a bare moment, “You just gave birth. Are you supposed to-“

Riley reached out to caress his cheek with her free hand, “Please, jellybean, for me?”

“Yes, of course, I’ll bring you anything you want!” He agreed as the gurney was lifted into the back of the ambulance. “I’ll be on my way as soon as I get another shirt!”

“Oh, and tell those idiots I said Max is riding in the ambulance with me, it’s his baby!”

“On it!” Leo gave her a thumbs up as the paramedics climbed in the back with her. Then he turned back to the other three men, “Hey losers, Riley said Max is riding with her.”

“Yes!” Max did a triumphant little jump and ran to the ambulance without so much as a backwards glance at the other two men.

Liam sighed, “Fine, let’s get back to the SUV. Leo, what are you doing?”

Leo had his phone out, “Calling an Uber. You guys go ahead, I have to go get another shirt then I have a stop to make on the way, I’ll see you at the hospital.”

“Fine.” Liam waved at him dismissively then started gathering up the children.

“Does he have to meet us at the hospital?” Drake grumbled.

Liam shot him a sidelong glance as he doubled checked for the diaper bag and counted kids, “You’re not really jealous of him, are you?”

Drake shook his head, “’Course not. He just annoys the hell out of me.”

“Pretty sure that’s why he does it.” Liam grinned.

“I’m aware.” Drake grunted with a roll of his eyes, “Now let’s get to the fucking hospital.”

#bad romance #angelasscribbles #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #why choose #drake walker #liam rys #maxwell beaumont #leo rys #riley brooks #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #the royal heir #choices stories you play #choices #trr #princess eleanor

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Jasper & Eleanor | The Great War

#jaspenoredit #theroyalsedit #jaspenor #the royals #jasper x eleanor #eleanorhenstridgeedit #jasperfrostedit #eleanor henstridge #jasper frost #princess eleanor #advent calendar #youtube #my vids #mine #Youtube

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Also only I get to call you, Moony, so specify that.

-Definitely not Eleanor.

Okay 🤭😂🤣

#i love everyone getting picky over their nicknames lol #princess ellie #princess eleanor

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I'm both happy and crying at the same time. The caption 😭😭😭😭😭 also they're both hot af. I'm jealous.

#like why would enews do this to me #james lafferty #alexandra park #one tree hill #the royals #nathan scott #princess eleanor #im emotional #theyre really cute

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Nobody's gonna cry for a princess.

#everything i want #the royals #princess eleanor #series #model #beautiful #party #nightlife #smoking #brunette #flirt #thin

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#movies #polls #a little princess #little princess #a little princess movie #a little princess 1995 #90s movies #alfonso cuarón #alfonso cuaron #liesel matthews #eleanor bron #liam cunningham #requested #have you seen this movie poll

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Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (English, 1872-1945) The Little Foot Page, Exhibited 1905 National Museums Liverpool

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Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale

#dragon #princess #fairytale #medieval #vintage illustration #fairytale illustration #eleanor fortescue brickdale

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Actors from A Little Princess : 1995 vs 2023.

#a little princess #sara crewe #becky #Liesel Matthews #Vanessa Lee Chester #Eleanor Bron #Liam Cunningham #Miss Minchin #Captain Crewe #1990s

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Today was a Fairytale

Parings: Princess!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kate choses she wants to marry y/n after silently admiring her from her castle’s bedroom window

Words: 2197

Note: The title is after a taylor swift song, this is my second fic and idk how i feel about it but i hope everyone who sees it enjoys it!!

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“Excuse me? Y/N?” I hear in a somewhat quiet voice

I turn around to come face to face with the princess, immediately I go to bow but she stops me once she realizes what I’m doing.

“No no, please there's no need for that!” Princess Kathrine says as she giggles a little

“Forgive me for my reaction your highness, it's not everyday you run into the prettiest woman in all the lands.” I state as the princess’ cheeks turn a light shade of pink “To what do I owe this extraordinary pleasure of talking to you Princess Kathrine?”

“Please, call me Kate” she insists “I am here because as everyone knows i am to be betrothed soon” a twinge of pink hits her cheeks as she begins speaking again “And as you probably have heard in whispers around the kingdom, i've turned down every suitor who has come to court me.”

“Yes I have heard about you declining them all, but there was talk that you and Princess Maximoff were getting along well” the second i said that her eyes widened as she playfully shook her head

“Wanda? Oh no she's one of my best friends, nothing more.”

“Princess Kath-” she put a finger up to my mouth to shush me as i went to speak

Removing her finger from me I was met with “Kate, I told you to call me Kate silly.”

“My apologies Kate but as I was trying to ask, what brings you here?” I questioned “Don't get me wrong, I adore your company and presence. It's just that my bakery is far from the castle and it seems you’re not accompanied by any guards.” Kate blushed and started to smile

“Did you know that my bedroom window looks perfectly at your bakery?”

“No your highness, I didn't.”

“Well it does, and I've been watching you from afar for a while. Your breathtaking smile and energetic personality, I realized once my mother started inviting royalty from other kingdoms to court me that none of them would ever be you!” I was a bit taken aback by this information but kept listening to the princess “I know this all sounds a little crazy but I am in love with you!”

My breath hitched as the princess hid her face in her hands. “What i'm trying to say is that i want to wed you y/n, i want you to come to the castle and court me.” she stated as i stayed silent

With wide eyes and shaky hands I grabbed one of her hands in mine. “Princess, you don't know who I am, how could you be so sure that you want to be wed to me?” i looked into her eyes “i am only a baker your highness, I feel honored but surely one of your royal suitors would be a far better match for you.” I whispered as i looked away from her

“I know what I want, I am not some child anymore.” she stated “you being a baker and trying to look out for me is even more endearing y/n, i get that this is an outlandish thing to spring onto you and i'm truly sorry, but if you just come to the palace and let me show you who i am i promise you won't regret it.”

As I looked back towards her she sent me a small smile “I will come to the castle” her smile grew a little “but I will not wed you right away.” as her smile started to fade i began to talk again “i want to know you, learn who you are. I'm not the type to jump into marriage, your highness. I would like for you to know who I am and for me to know you before we wed.” that gorgeous smile made its way back onto her face.

“Oh lovely! You will not regret this y/n!” she looked so happy as i smiled and hoped i wouldn't regret this.

It had been a month since our first meeting. I was brought to the castle the next morning, Kate had accompanied the driver saying how she didnt want me to ride alone. The past weeks have been hectic, lots of people taking my measurements and teaching me what fork was for what dish. Why were there so many utensils on a table? Honestly it seemed absurd. I had barely gotten to spend time with Kate to learn about her although I had started to warm up to her, what little time i did get with her was mostly her asking me about myself.

I was broken from my thoughts as Kate walked in and grabbed my hand as she wordlessly pulled me along with her “Kate? Where are you taking me?”

She turned her head to the side a little to look and smirk at me “I’m taking you out, you've been cooped up in this castle too long!”

I smiled and giggled out “Kate, I have to go to a fitting soon!”

“Too bad! I'm taking you to meet our head guard, he's also my best friend but he won't admit to us being friends, so don't listen to anything he says." I laughed at that last part and she smiled as she started walking next to me holding my hand as we got outside.

As we reached a training round with targets in a line far away, a man with ashy blonde hair and a bow in his hand came into view.

“Y/N this is my best friend, Clint Barton!” she exclaimed as he grumbled something about only being her teacher with a smile on his face.

He put down the bow as he walked up and hugged Kate “Technically im her archery teacher, but she's a little delusional so i just let her say im her best friend.” she hit his arm as she turned to me

“I told you he'd deny it.” she whispered as i giggled

Clint looked at us and smiled “Look this is cute and all, but Katie has some practice to do.”

Kate walked towards her bow and ushered me over “actually Clint y/n here is going to be shooting, And I was hoping I'd get to teach her alone.”

The blonde man simply smiled, raised his hands in the air and walked away.

“Katie? That's a cute little nickname” she blushed “also, i’m not actually shooting this thing am i?”

She raised the bow up “this thing is my bow and yes, i know you really only know random things about me like what my favorite book genre is or my favorite color. I want to share this with you, archery is something I love dearly. Just like how I love you, and I want to introduce my one love to my other love!”

Even though I do know she loves mystery novels and her favorite color was purple, I was happy to learn about her interests. I frowned a little as she said she loved me, i haven't been able to say it back and i want to i'm just not ready yet. She's constantly assuring me it's okay and that my emotions move at their own pace especially since it's only been a month which i appreciated.

I smiled and looked up at her “Well what are you waiting for bishop? Introduce me.”

Her face lit up as she placed the bow in my left hand and got behind me as she fixed my stance. Once the arrow was set on the string for me she placed her hands on my hips and moved her head to my right shoulder.

“Okay now draw the bow and look at your target.” her breath on my neck made my ears turn a shade of red “Good girl, now release.” my heart sped up and I let go of the bow string.

The arrow struck the target right in the middle. I didn't notice seeing as I had already turned to look at Kate. she didn't notice either because she was already looking at me, my breath hitched once i realized we were face to face. Our mouths were inches away, Kate lifted her hand to hold my cheek as we leaned towards each other.

Right as our lips were about to connect Clint came back “Katie! You both should be heading back in soon it's going to rain!” our heads turned towards him so fast im surprised we didn't get whiplash

Once he left we turned back to each other and laughed as Kate rested her forehead on my shoulder.

She lifted her head and laughed out “Some best friend he is!”

“It's okay Kate, we don't have to rush anything, you will have plenty of other opportunities to kiss me.” I kissed her cheek and walked away to head inside “You coming? It's going to rain.”

“Yeah you head in, I'll meet you inside!” Kate said with pink cheeks as she headed towards the target y/n had shot minutes prior to drag it inside so she could keep it safe.

The past week with Kate was heavenly. I had learned so much about her and all of her interests, she told me about everything and anything. I realized I was ready to tell her I loved her and was ready to marry her, but I had never found the right time. She was taking me out today to a ‘very special place’ so hopefully I would be able to tell her then.

She had made me put on a blindfold the second we got into the car claiming it was a secret, she had chosen to drive her own car which i loved since her purple Firebird was awesome. Once the car started to slow down I realized we were there.

As I was unbuckling my seatbelt I heard Kate get out of the car and run around to my side of the car.

She opened my door and grabbed my hand and stood behind me as she took off my blindfold. “Y/N i'm trusting you with this place because i love you and i want you to know all of me, this waterfall is my favorite thing in the whole kingdom, second to you of course.”

I looked around, and took in the gorgeous colors, it truly looked like a place you'd see on a greeting card.

“Y/N, Look at this!” Kate shouted from the top of the waterfall how she got there so fast and how i didnt notice is beyond me.

“Kate, get down from there you're gonna get hurt!”

As soon as I said that she jumped off into the water below, after waiting a few seconds for her to come to the surface, she didn't pop back up.

“Kate stop it, you're scaring me Kathrine!” no response “god damnit bishop” i said as i ran and jumped into the water.

The second I jumped in and my body hit the freezing water, there she was popping her head back up.

I swam over to her laughing form and hit her shoulder “you scared me, don't ever do that again! I thought I lost you before I had the chance to tell you I love you, you idiot.”

Her eyes widened and she smiled “you love me?”

“Of course I love you Kate, I have for a while now. Since the day we almost kissed at the archery range. I've had feelings for you since you walked into my bakery and asked me to wed you” i smiled at her lovingly

I wrapped my arms around her neck as her hands came down to rest on my waist. “Kate, can I kiss you?”

“Yes y/n please kiss me.” kate begged

The second she said yes our lips were crashing against one another. My fingers ran through her hair and her grip on my waist tightened, we parted smiling and slightly out of breath as our foreheads rested against one another.

“I love you Kate.” i finally whispered

Kate smiled “You don't understand how badly I've wanted to hear you say that. Y/N i truly deeply love you.”

Our lips found eachother once again, but this time it wasnt messy or rough it was just passionate. As her grip on my waist tightened again I pulled her even closer to me, we were soaking wet kissing under a waterfall, it was like one of those cheesy scenes in a rom-com.

As we broke away again I smiled at her “Did you just quote Padme from Attack of the Clones to tell me you love me?”

The raven haired woman smirked “Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.”

“Marry me Kate.” her eyes widened and smile deepened. “I'm ready to marry you.

Two weeks later we were married. The wedding was a lovely lilac and white theme with plenty of people in attendance. The honeymoon was even better if you catch my drift. When we got back home Kate had gifted me with the target I had shot all those weeks ago, the arrow still embedded in the bullseye.

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