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[justcallmefox89]

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Seventeen

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Masterlist

Callum speaks to his former competition and receives an offer from Madeline.

“What just happened?” Drake asks, stunned.  

Liam slowly shakes his head.  “I honestly have no idea.”

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I lean my head against elevator doors, the cool steel soothing the sharp pain stabbing at my frontal lobe. 

Hi, God.  It’s me, Callum.  I say this with full disrespect… you have a sick sense of humor.  Believe me when I say I am not one of your strongest warriors; I definitely don’t need to be tested any further.  And another thing –

The doors spring open, interrupting my impromptu heart to heart with God.  I unobtrusively straighten my jacket as I step out of the elevator and back into the ballroom, and quickly work my way to the bar, keeping an eye out for Maxwell and Hana as I do. 

I slide onto a barstool, coming face to face with the bartender from earlier.

“Back so soon?” he asks coyly, leaning his elbows onto the bar top, bringing his face close to mine.

“Couldn’t stay away.”  I manage to give him a half-hearted smile.  “Could I get a bottle of the Baird Dark Sky and two shots of the seventeen year old Hibiki whiskey, neat?  Please?”

“Anything for you, sir.” he says playfully, smirking as he turns away to get my order.

Hi, God.  It’s me again… am I a joke to you, old man?

“Here you are, sir.”  The bartender slides my order to me, peeking up at me from beneath his lashes.  “I was wondering if you had any plans – ”

“Seducing the help already, Callum?”

I’d know that shrill voice anywhere.  I still hear it in my nightmares.

“Excuse me, darlin’.  I need to speak to Satan’s mistress for a moment.”  I twist on my barstool to come face-to-face to with her. How’ve you been, Smokeshow?”

 She takes a sip of her drink, gazing at me over the rim of her glass, and shrugs one delicate shoulder.  “Busy. Traveling with the court as we partake in this,” she grimaces.  “Engagement tour.”

I toss back my first shot, chasing it with a sip of beer before I say anything.  “Yeah, about that.”  I lean forward and lower my voice.  “What the hell happened?  Madeline?  Madeline, of all people?!”

“She was the best choice out of all the remaining suitors,” Olivia says sourly.  “Liam had very few choices by the end of the social season.”

“Where the hell were you when he was making his choice?”

“I was forced to leave the competition shortly after you dropped out.”  She gives me a tight smile.

“Why?”  I squint at her suspiciously.

“Someone had information about my parents.  Something that could hurt them, damage their memory.  I couldn’t let that happen.  Not even for Liam.”

“Somebody was rigging the competition,” I realize.  “They wanted Madeline to win.”

“Exactly,” Olivia says grimly.

“Did you ever figure out who it was?” I ask, sipping my beer.

She looks away, draining the last of her drink before answering me.  “Constantine.”

“Why am I not even surprised?” I mutter, throwing back my second shot.  “Does Liam know?”

Olivia nods.

“And he still chose to go through with this?”  I raise my eyebrows.

She shrugs.  “Liam agreed with Constantine that Madeline was the most qualified suitor left.  He wasn’t willing to leave Cordonia without a queen.”

“And he’ll do anything for Cordonia,” I finish her thought.

“What else could he do?  You had already left; all Constantine had to do was eliminate the remaining competitors until the only appropriate choice was Madeline.  He backed Liam into a corner.”  She gracefully slides off her barstool.  “As fun as this little reunion has been, I’m ready to leave now.”

“See you around, Smokeshow.”  I give her a slight finger wave, watching the back of her red dress until she disappears into the crowd.  I swivel in my seat, leaning back against the bar top and gazing out into the ballroom.  I slowly sip my beer as I study the party guests, scanning carefully as I attempt to locate a certain former king.

Gotcha, old man.

Beer in hand, I slide off my barstool and weave my way into the crowd, moving towards a recessed corner of the room where Constantine stands, accompanied by two bodyguards. 

Where’s Bastien?

I leave a few people between myself and the trio, patiently waiting until Constantine becomes distracted by the mayor, who draws him into a lively conversation.  A few seconds later the bodyguards turn their attention away from the king and begin scanning the ballroom for threats, each one looking in a different direction.  Using the surrounding party goers as cover, I slink over towards Constantine, coming to a stop directly behind him.

“Don’t move,” I say quietly as the mayor moves away, drawing my index finger down his back until it rests between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” he hisses, stopping himself mid-turn.

“I didn’t appreciate you leaking all the private details of my life to the Cordonian media,” I say conversationally.

“MacKenzie.”  Constantine clenches his jaw so tightly I can hear his teeth grind together.

“I heard you threatened to do the same thing to Lady Olivia.”

“Liam could not be trusted to make the decision on his own.  I needed to make sure that he would make the correct choice for Cordonia,” he says coldly.

“He deserves to have better than you as a father,” I seethe.

“Think what you want.  Liam’s decision to wed Madeline is final, and there is nothing that can change that.  Did you come over here just to discuss my son’s engagement?”

“No,” I say softly.  “I just wanted to let you know I know exactly what you did.  And to you remind that no matter how many bodyguards you have, someone will always be able to get to you.  Have a lovely evening.”

I melt back into the crowd, quickly putting some distance between me and Constantine’s bodyguards.  I spy Hana and Maxwell on the dancefloor, and move to take up a spot nearby to watch them, hoping to speak to them when the song is over.  After a few moments, someone steps over to stand next to me.  I glance down and see Madeline scowling at me.

“What are you doing here?” she demands.

“I was invited,” I say in a bored voice.

Madeline snorts.  “If you’re back in Liam’s life that’s fine.  Have all the feelings you want for one another.  A tryst here and there can be managed but do not embarrass me.”

“You don’t care that you’re about to marry a man who is in love with someone else?”

“When you’re behind closed doors, you can have his heart and whatever other part of him you want.  As long as I have the crown and an heir and a spare, I really don’t care what he does.  This is practically the best thing that could’ve happened to you.”

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye.  “I think you’re severely overestimating my interest in your future marriage.”

“I’m trying to work with you,” Madeline sighs.

“Once again, not interested.”  I shrug my shoulders.  “But… if I do decide I want Liam again, I won’t be sharing him.  Don’t get too comfortable, Madeline.”

She opens her mouth to snap back, quickly closing it as she sees Maxwell and Hana hurrying towards us.  Madeline sneers at me one last time before stalking off.

“Was that Madeline?” Maxwell asks, peeking around me.  “Where’s Drake?  Have you talked to Liam yet?”

“Drake is with Liam.  I’ve talked to him… we’re just taking some time to think about things.”

“We don’t time to think about things,” Maxwell replies.  “Liam is getting married in a few days!”

Hana gives him an exasperated look.  “Callum is well aware of that, Maxwell.”

“As fun as this has been, I think I’m ready to call it a night,” I quickly interject.  “Hana, I’m going to text you my address.  If you happen to see Liam or Drake…”

“I’ll be sure to pass it on,” she assures me with a smile.

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One long Uber ride later I’m finally back in my building and unlocking the door to my apartment.  Sashimi meets me at the door, purring and winding herself around my ankles.  I bend down to scratch beneath her chin, and she rumbles with happiness.   “Hey, my beauty.  How was your night?  Did grandda stop by and feed you?”

After living in the same building as my father and his boyfriend for the past nine months, my girl has become accustomed to their visits and the pampering the two of them shower on her.  I shed my suit jacket and dress shirt as I move through my apartment, dropping them on the floor as I make my way to my bedroom.  I fall backwards onto my bed and stare up at my ceiling with a deep sigh.

What a fucking night.

I close my eyes and sink deeper into my mattress.  They shoot right back open a few seconds later as someone loudly knocks on my front door.  Groaning, I roll off of my bed and shuffle towards the door.  I press my eye to the peephole and have to stifle a gasp when I see who is standing outside in the hallway.  I quickly unlock my door and throw it open.

“Now what are you two beauties doing here?” I ask, leaning against the doorjamb and raking my gaze over Drake and Liam.

“We need to talk,” Drake says bluntly.

I arch one eyebrow in interest and step aside, silently inviting the two best friends into my apartment.  I wait until we’re settled in my living room to say anything.  “So… who wants to start?”

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[harleybeaumont]

The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.

Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)

Word count- 3,800

***Trigger Warnings- -date rape drug, kidnapping, violence

(Thank you @ao719 and @angelasscribbles for the advice on how to tag this chapter and note trigger warnings. @ao719 you probably don’t even remember because it was months ago when i started writing this chapter and asked your advice lol)

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Chapter 17 - The Perfect Storm

Lilith stayed in her bedroom for the next week, heartbroken, only venturing out to bring up something to eat or drink. Her room was littered with bags of cookies and chips and empty whiskey bottles. The staff had returned and tried to get in and clean, but she turned them away. She was trapped in a downward spiral.. One that she took part in creating by sending Drake away, and she hated herself for it. 

As the sun began to set, she decided to go into town to try and get her mind off of Drake and the hurt look in his eyes, even if it was just to walk around for a change of scenery. Lilith put on a black lace corset top and black leather pants and headed toward downtown Lythikos. For most people, this wouldn't be a very smart idea, but she knew she could handle herself, and the way she had been feeling, it may even make her feel better if someone tried something. Then she could get out some of her frustration. Lilith walked past a bar that was blaring a song that she recognized- her favorite band was performing live again. She smiled slightly and went in. 

The bar was packed and noisy. Raised voices from people speaking over each other and loud music filled the small room. She ordered a glass of whiskey from the bar and felt a pang in her heart as she pictured Drake again. She took a deep breath and smiled at the bartender before making her way across the room. Lilith leaned against the wall watching people dance as the band played. Maybe for a little while, she wouldn’t have to feel hurt. 

“Lilith?!” A familiar male voice called out from the dance floor.

She rolled her eyes, as he made his way over. Of course. I can't escape the heartache even for a moment.

He stood before her smiling brightly as if she hadn't slammed the door in his face a week ago. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she sipped her drink.

“Ya! I wanna introduce you to my friend!”

The girl elbowed him, “Friend, huh?”

“Uh sorry, I mean my girl.” Gabe looked at the woman nervously. “This is Violet.”

Lilith nodded. She didn't care about Gabe or anyone he knew, but still wanted to be polite. “Hi.”

“Heeey.” The woman smiled indulgently at Lilith, who looked back up at the stage uncomfortably trying to avoid her gaze. What the hell?

Gabe sipped his beer. “I haven't seen you in a long time.”

“I saw you a week ago, Gabe.”

He chuckled, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face. “I mean I haven't seen you around. Thought you vanished.”

“Unfortunately not.” Lilith spoke quietly and Gabe laughed. 

“Always so emo, this one.” He gestured at Lilith. “Why don't we go sit down at the bar and you ladies can get to know each other?”

Lilith looked at him strangely. “I’m good actually. I want to watch the band.”

“Come on.. Just for a minute? They're taking a break now anyway.” Unfortunately he was right and she couldn't think of another excuse at the moment.

“Fine.” She followed Violet and Gabe to the bar, and the two of them sat on either side of Lilith.

“Dry martini.” Violet ordered. “You want anything baby?”

Lilith waited for Gabe to answer, but when he remained silent she turned to see Violet was looking at her. “Me? Uh, no I’m good.”

“Come on Lily billy. You know you want another glass of whiskey.” Gabe nodded to the bartender. “Whiskey neat.”

Lilith eyed him warily. “What is this?”

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Gabe, until last week, I hadn't seen you in four years, now here you are acting like we're best friends. I just want to understand what's going on.”

“Nothing, I swear!” He chuckled and leaned forward to look at Violet. “She's always so paranoid. It's the Nevrakis blood.. War strategists, the lot of them.”

Violet laughed loudly and Lilith was about to knock him out.. Maybe both of them. Her phone vibrated and she sighed sadly as she saw who it was. “I should get this.. Hang on a sec.”

“Hello?”

“Lilith? It’s so good to hear your voice! How are you?”

“I'm fine.. I’m just at a bar downtown watching a band play right now, so it’s probably gonna get loud again soon.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “Well, can you call me later? I want to talk to you about something.”

Lilith sighed. All she wanted to do was keep her friends safe, but missed them terribly. As long as she didn't mention any of the blackmail shit it should be ok, right? “Sure Riley. I'll call you after I get home.”

“Ok, thanks babe!”

Lilith chuckled. She really missed her friend and wasn't trying to come off as cold. “I’m sorry Riley.. I’m really sorry-”

“No, don't apologize! Just enjoy the show and call me after!”

Lilith smiled. “Ok.”

She made her way back to Gabe and Violet and sat back down between them sipping her whiskey, as the band started playing again. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to Riley later, but it felt good to talk to her. After a few minutes, she felt a wave of nausea and grabbed her stomach.

“You ok, Lilith?” Gabe smirked at her while she blew out a slow breath. Gabe and Violet were eyeing each other conspiratorially, and red flags began popping up in her brain. She looked back and forth between the two of them and the room started spinning. She blinked her eyes to clear her head but everything was moving in slow motion. Oh my god, my drink. Her breath quickened and she looked down at her glass seeing a hazy sheen on the top of her whiskey. Lilith tried to stand but her legs gave out and Gabe leaned down and slung her arm over his shoulder. 

“Ok, let's get you home, Lily billy.”

The loud music rang in her ears and left her head swimming. Ok, calm down Lilith. Breathe. Stay calm. She started to black out and the next thing she knew, Gabe and Violet were walking her outside of the bar into the street. Hell no. She threw her elbow into Gabe’s face and he fell to the ground cursing. Lilith crawled away as fast as she could while Violet was trying to help him stand back up. Lilith grabbed her phone from her pocket and opened her call log. She needed to dial someone for help but her vision was blurry and she was seeing double. She blinked hard and touched a number, frantically waiting for whoever it was to pick up.

“Lilith?”

“Help! I need help! I’m-”

She felt hands grab her ankles and they began to drag her away as her phone fell from her grasp. She screamed. “Get the fuck off of me!” She kicked hard and felt her stiletto boot connect with something, causing a cracking sound.

“Ow! Fuck!” Violet screamed and cradled her arm. Gabe was standing over Lilith with blood pouring from his lip. Violet called out in agony, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!”

“You fucked up now.” He punched Lilith in the jaw and her head snapped back hard onto the concrete. Then.. darkness.

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Drake was about to put it all on the line. He spoke to Liam and Riley the day before, and they convinced him to go back to Lythikos and talk to Lilith. He sighed as he exited a cab at the Nevrakis estate. Part of him wanted to run away and forget everything, but.. he loved her. Maybe she would turn him away again and that would be it. But he hoped with every fiber of his being that she wouldn't. The past week without her was agony and his heart was broken, but there was still a small piece held together that yearned for her. 

Drake took a deep breath and knocked on the door at the Nevrakis estate. 

A short, plump woman in an apron answered. “May I help you sir?”

“I’m uh.. Here to see Lilith.”

The housekeeper squinted at him and nodded. “Mr. Walker, right?”

“Yes.” Drake answered cautiously. He assumed Olivia had told the staff to ban him from the premises if he ever showed up.

“Come in, sir. Any friend of His Majesty King Liam, is welcome in Lythikos.”

Drake chuckled as he walked inside. “Does Olivia know this?”

The housekeeper laughed. “Her Grace does have certain.. choice words when it comes to you. But she would never turn away a friend of royalty.”

Drake cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, um. Is Lilith here?”

“Not at the moment, sir. I believe she went to town. I saw her leave about an hour or so ago.”

Drake's heart dropped. Oh my god, what if she's out on a date with someone? “Was she.. with anybody?” He hoped he didn't sound like a creep.

The housekeeper smiled knowingly. “No, sir. And I don't believe she was meeting anyone either.”

Drake breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded. 

“Would you like to wait in the parlor for her to return?”

“I, uh.. I don't want to impose.”

“Not at all, sir. Right this way.”

Drake followed the housekeeper into the parlor and sat on a couch. He pulled out his phone while he sat in solitary silence, his heart racing as he imagined seeing Lilith again. His phone vibrated with a text:

Drake sighed as he looked around awkwardly. “Well, well, well..” Olivia was standing in the doorway wearing her usual evil grin.

Oh fuck. ”I’m not here to see you.”

She walked closer to him with her arms folded. “I know why you're here. You've come crawling back for my sister.”

Drake sighed in exasperation. “Why are you like this?”

Olivia laughed loudly. “You mean delightful? Regal? Commanding? Bad ass?”

Drake arched an eyebrow. “Right.”

“She's not here, you know. She's probably out with someone better.”

“You know what? Fuck you!” Drake stood getting closer to her. “Don't you care about your sister at all? Don't you care if she’s happy?”

“And you're the one who can make her happy?! That’s a laugh!”

Drake's phone vibrated repeatedly and he pulled it out of his pocket. His stomach swooped when he saw who it was - Lilith. He wondered if she knew he was there. Drake turned away from Olivia as he placed the phone to his ear. 

“Lilith?”

“Help! I need help! I’m-”

Suddenly his heart was pounding in his ears. “What?! What's wrong!? Where are you?!”

Drake continued to listen wide eyed and heard her scream, “get the fuck off of me!”

“Oh my god, Lil what's going on?!” Drake felt his hands shaking and Olivia came around to face him with a confused look on her face as Drake shouted for her. “Lilith!”

He closed his eyes, listening to try and find out what was happening. He faintly heard a woman say, “Gabe, I think that bitch broke my wrist!’

“Gabe?!” Drake looked at Olivia, who paled. “Lilith are you ok?” Drake yelled for her over and over. Then the line went dead.

He looked at Olivia in panic. “Somethings happened to Lilith..” Drake was already making his way to the door and Olivia chased after him. “Riley said she's at a bar downtown watching a band. I have to go!”

“You don't have a car! Come with me.” Olivia ran outside and jumped into the driver's seat of a classic cherry red Rolls-Royce. The engine rumbled and she took off like a shot.

“Holy shit.” Drake held on to the passenger seat tightly as she swerved through traffic.

Olivia pulled out her phone and called her assistant. “Give me the name of every bar downtown where local bands would be playing.”

Drake continued trying to call Lilith’s cell to no avail.

“Flying Heart. Got it.” Olivia tossed her phone to Drake. “Put it in the navigation.”

Drake tried to calm his shaking hands as he typed in the name of the bar. “Who’s Gabe?”

Olivia sighed. “Her ex from years ago. A real piece of shit. I can't imagine what he's doing popping up after all this time.” 

Drake felt sick to his stomach. He was going to kill this guy. “Take a left!” He called out and Olivia jerked the wheel, nearly spinning out.

“A little more warning next time!” She scowled.

“Sorry! It’s up ahead on the right.” Olivia screeched to a stop out front and they hopped out. Lilith was nowhere to be found so they ran inside. 

“Lilith Nevrakis was here not long ago.” Olivia spoke harshly to the bouncer, who winced when she grabbed his shirt collar. “Where did she go?”

He looked at her wide eyed. “Y-Yes, Duchess Olivia. I saw her walk out with a man and woman. She was totally wasted and staggering. They had to practically carry her.”

Drake frowned at Olivia and shook his head. “She did not sound drunk on the phone.”

Olivia's jaw tensed. “They drugged her.” She turned to the bouncer. “Call the police now! Her ex-boyfriend Gabe.. uh, what the fuck was his last name? Russo! Gabe Russo drugged and kidnapped her.”

Drake's stomach was in knots and his head was spinning. “What do we do?! We can't just sit here!”

“Fuck no we cant.. Come on!” Olivia and Drake ran back to the car while the bouncer called the police. She pulled out her phone again calling her assistant. “Give me the address for Gabe Russo!” She tossed Drake her phone again. “307 Windsor Boulevard. Put it in.”

“Why would he drug her? Is he still into her?” Drake's mind was torn between fear and rage.  “Take a right at the light.”

Olivia shook her head as she jerked the wheel. “I don't want to think about it.”

“I'm going to kill him.. If he hurts her, that motherfucker is dead.” Drake was completely serious. He would beat this man to a pulp. He was fully ready to spend the rest of his life in prison.

“Get in line.” Olivia clenched her jaw, eyes straight ahead.

They pulled up to the address and saw a beat up car parked out front. Olivia touched the hood. “The engine’s still warm. They just got here.”

Drake stormed up to the front door but Olivia pulled him back by his shirt. “Be smart about this! We don't know how many people are in there or where they are!”

“I don't care! Who knows what he's doing to her?!”

“Damn it, Walker!” She jerked him back from the door again, spinning him around to face her. “Use your head for once!” She nodded to the window. “Look inside and I’ll go around back.”

Drake blew out a shaky breath. He was so full of adrenaline, he didn't want to be smart. He wanted to kick someone's ass.  He looked inside and saw a brunette woman walk from the kitchen to a bedroom and close the door. It must be the woman who helped take Lilith. Drake rushed around to the back of the house where Olivia was supposed to be, but she was gone. He saw a bathroom window cracked opened. “Oh you gotta be kidding me.” Olivia had scolded him for wanting to go in, but here she was breaking in through a window.. a window that was much too small for him to fit through.

He heard laughter coming from a closed door and that was all he could take. “Fuck this.” Drake rushed over to the back door and kicked it hard. It broke free from the hinges and pieces of wood splintered everywhere in a flurry.

“What the hell?!”  A blonde man who must be Gabe stalked out of the bedroom and headed toward the shattered remains of his back door. Before he got close enough to look properly he was struck across the face by a powerful blow. “Agh, shit!!” Gabe said as he toppled to the floor with a crash.

Drake grabbed Gabe by the collar of his shirt and brought him back to his feet. “Where is Lilith?! What did you do to her?!”

“I don't-” Drake cut him off with a sharp punch to his gut that left Gabe hunched forward and out of breath. Drake landed a right hook to his jaw and shoved him backwards into a coffee table, then headed to the bedroom. Once Drake opened the door, he saw Olivia standing behind the woman with a knife to her neck. 

“Holy shit, Liv.” 

She nodded to the bed where Lilith was sprawled out, unconscious. She had blood on her lip and a bruise on her cheek and jaw. Drake rushed over to her and touched her cheek softly “Lil.. are you ok?” She stirred faintly, letting out a small whimper. He cradled her to him and held her tightly, never wanting to let her go again. 

“I already called an ambulance.” Olivia released the woman, who fell to the floor with a thud. Drake gave her a shocked look and she shrugged. “Don't worry, I just rendered her unconscious.”

“How?”

She smirked. “A lifetime of martial arts training.” Olivia sat on the bed next to Lilith as she checked her pulse and studied her face. “Elevated heart rate and slow breathing.. Ketamine, most likely. She needs to get to a hospital soon.”

They heard a crash from the living room and Drake felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. He kissed Lilith’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look Olivia gave him. “Take care of her. I’m going to deal with this piece of shit.”

Olivia nodded and Drake jumped up following the noise. Gabe was standing in the middle of the living room holding a baseball bat. His face was bloodied from Drake's punches, but his eyes were full of fury. Drake gave him a challenging look. This motherfucker didn't stand a chance. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do with that?!.” 

“The hell are you doing in my house!? Where's Violet?” 

“What the hell are you doing with Lilith in your house?! You drugged her! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Gabe shook his head violently, his muscles tensing as he gripped the bat. “You have no idea what you’re talking about! She wanted to come here! She wanted the drugs! We were all just here for a good time!”

Drake could hear blood rushing in his ears as his rage grew. “Bullshit! The cops are on their way and you’re going to jail for the rest of your fucking life!”

Gabe roared and charged at Drake swinging the bat wildly. Drake ducked beneath it and punched Gabe in his stomach hard, and he fell forward on the floor coughing up blood. “You.. pathetic.. pussy whipped fucker.” Gabe continued to cough as he glared at Drake. “Can’t believe.. that whore.. finally got someone hooked..”

At that moment, Drake understood what people meant when they said they saw red. “What did you just say?”

Gabe smirked as he wheezed. “Did that strike.. a nerve? I said.. She’s a fucking.. Whor-”

Drake felt his rage reach its boiling point and at once it was like he was outside of his body. He saw himself leaning over Gabe punching him repeatedly in the face. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Over and over and over his fist connected with the man's battered face. Through the furious haze clouding his mind, Drake vaguely felt a hand grasp his, trying to pull him back.

“Walker! Drake, stop!!!”

Drake was breathing heavily as he whirled around to see Olivia holding his wrist in her hand, her arm shaking as she pulled against him. He looked down at Gabe’s face, disfigured and covered in blood. The next moment he felt like he came back to himself and jumped back. He swallowed hard, feeling like he forgot how to breathe, meanwhile Olivia was staring at him like he was a monster. Drake staggered over to the other side of the room, panting hard and leaned against the wall to brace himself. What had he done? Just then, sirens wailed outside and police and paramedics rushed into the room. Drake slumped down onto the ground, unable to hear what anyone was saying. He was in complete shock.

The paramedics loaded Lilith onto a stretcher and rushed her out of the room. Olivia was saying something, but Drake couldn't make it out. He tried to stand but his legs didn't seem to function. The paramedics were loading Gabe on a stretcher and one of the police officers dry heaved as they looked at his face.

The next thing Drake knew, he was handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car.

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The Night of Liam’s Coronation:

A man wearing a hoodie studied a couple walking through a convenience store, casually slipping items into their pockets before heading to the checkout, only paying for a six pack of beer. Once they paid, he followed them into the dimly lit parking lot and cleared his throat. “Short on funds?”

“What the hell?” Gabe spun around, startled.

“I can only assume, by the fact that you just pocketed a couple bags of candy and lighters, that you must be pretty hard up for cash.”

“Who the fuck are you and how is this any of your business?” Violet said, glaring at the man.

“I’m someone who can help you earn a little extra cash.”

“Not interested.” Gabe said before opening his car door and sliding into the seat, ready to drive off.

The hooded man leaned down, looking him in the eye. “Not even for six figures?”

Gabe and Violet looked at each other for a moment, skeptical. Gabe turned back to the man. “What do you need?”

The man chuckled. “That’s what I thought. I know you know Lilith Nevrakis. She’s friends with Riley Beaumont.. And someone with a lot of money wants Riley out of the way.”

“Hey, I don’t kill people.” Gabe shook his head.

“We’re not talking about violence of any kind. I need you to convince Lilith and Riley to sleep with you.”

Gabe and Violet burst out laughing, looking at the man in disbelief. Gabe ran a hand down his face. “If you knew anything, you would know that Lilith hates me, and I haven’t talked to her in years! There’s no way.”

The hooded man nodded to Violet. “Have you ever seen Lady Riley before? She bears a striking resemblance to this young lady.”

Gabe looked at Violet, clearly confused. “I don’t understand..”

The hooded man glanced around as if to make sure he wasn’t being watched. “I need photographs of Riley and Lilith seemingly engaged in unsavory activities with someone. Doesn’t have to be real. It just needs to look real. A picture is worth a thousand words.. Use your imagination.”

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[angelasscribbles]

Hii 🥰

What is something you love about your MC / OC? You can create and share anything you’d like 😍 HC‘s, moodboards, edits or drabbles. Have fun and gush about your MC / OC 🥰

Also what made you create your MC /OC what was your inspiration?

Thank you so much for the ask!!

I use the default name, Riley Brooks for my current MC, but of course, my Riley is different from anyone else's, and even my Riley's are from series to series.

No version of her that I write is me, but yet there are pieces of me in every version of her.

It took me forever to find my face claim for her: Barbara Palvin. I preset to you now some of my favorite things about her.

This mood board:

Then there is this edit by @peonierose :

and this one by @harleybeaumont :

My original eight series used MC Riley Campbell. I stuck close to canon for my first five series. As I moved away from canon and played up the love triangle angle, I felt like there was a double standard for the male LIs vs the female MC. So I created my version of Riley Brooks to kind of push back against that a little. My first endeavor in that direction was Savage Love. Here is the snippet I posted about that. This is taken from the "Premise and notes" I posted ahead of the prologue:

A/N 3: My main reason/idea/inspiration for this story was to write a main character who was a bit different. In my other series, I feel like I’m constantly having to explain/justify/make reasons for her to be sleeping with more than one man. And I got to thinking, why? Why not have a main character who owns her sexuality? Who has sex with who she wants, when she wants, without apology, without needing a justification? You know, like men do? Someone who is a badass in her own right. Someone who refuses to be controlled by outdated, sexist ideas. So, without further ado, I present to you Agent Riley Brooks.

I love her independence, her audacity, and her irreverence. She is out of bounds half the time and she drives the men in her life crazy, but when she loves, she loves fiercely and will go to any lengths for those she loves.

Riley acts the way Riley acts because she's protecting herself.

I think I'll let Savage Love Liam speak here:

I knew she wasn’t as jaded as she wanted everyone to think she was. She had a heart, and it was soft and vulnerable and that’s why she protected it. I could see it so clearly. I saw it that first night in New York.

Yes, she was full of life and fire, she glowed with it. She was magnetic, drawing men to her effortlessly, most of them knocking into her in vain, unable to penetrate her shields. But she was more than that. Everyone could see the physical beauty and that spark of life that was so intoxicating, but not everyone realized how much more was simmering below the surface.

I did. And I wanted it, all of it. Not just her fire, not just her passion, I wanted her depths, her pain, her tenderness. I wanted every piece of her.

Or Bad Romance Drake:

She certainly made my career more interesting. Guarding Riley has been an exercise in forethought, contingency planning and diplomacy. Trying to stay a step ahead of her can be exhausting. You have no idea the number of international incidents that have been narrowly avoided over the years because someone’s boyfriend, husband or son was a little too enamored of our queen. Or, sometimes their girlfriend, wife or daughter. She attracts attention wherever she goes, and she chaffs under restraint. She has always kept us on our fucking toes. It’s infuriating and frustrating is what it is. But I really wouldn’t have it any other way because then she wouldn’t be her. And I fucking love her.

Mostly I love the way she owns who she is wholly, completely, and without apology.

I hope ya'll aren't tired of my tags tonight! Clearing out my asks and my "extras" folders! Tagging under the cut.

All Things TRR:

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[choicesficwriterscreations]

Throwback Fics #129

Open Heart

Baby It's Cold Outside | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

Here with Me | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @coffeeheartaddict2

Hottest Man Alive | Ethan Ramsey x M!MC - @dr-colossal-pita

Kokoleka Wela (Hot Chocolate) | Bryce Lahela; Keiki Lahela - @storyofmychoices

On the East Coast | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect

Still Into You | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

The Royal Romance

Cinnamon Spice | Unidentified Male character from TRR  x F!OC - @bebepac

Hinge: New Beginnings (Christmas in Valtoria) | Liam Rys x MC x Drake Walker - @angelasscribbles

A Winged Wish | Drake Walker x MC - @karahalloway

#cfwc throwback fics #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

[alj4890]

Do you have any fics in the works? Tell us about them!

Looking forward to any other writer's upcoming fics? Tell us about them too!

🤦🏻‍♀️ yep. My WIP folder has over seventy ideas/fics/pieces of series/and tons of pic prompts. I've had weeks of writer's block with only an occasional flicker of inspiration 😑

I'm trying to finish up some of those but my brain is not cooperating. The headaches aren't helping either 🤦🏻‍♀️

Fics/series in the works:

Two Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda series called Worth the Wait and Stepping Forward. Both are angsty so far 🤷🏻‍♀️ but if I can ever get the wording right it will have happy endings 🤣 I'm also attempting to continue my Regency Era RCD AU series, None But You, in the process.

A few Thomas Hunt drabbles also are mixed in that folder 😂

A TRR Olivia series where Liam abdicates to be with Riley thus making our favorite duchess the Queen of Cordonia.

Part two to L-O-V-E

Requests for Liam x Riley and Maxwell Beaumont x OC*Sherry Alcantar that I promise I'm working on. And a couple for my While We're Young AU of characters that were requested months ago. Yes, there will be more glimpses into a couple of princes and their particular ladies and Jackson x Nicky.

An Open Hearts series called Mixed Signals (my first ever 😂) with my F!MC. Chris deals with feelings for Tobias, Ethan, and Bryce. It would start after the attack in Book 2. Though honestly I'm thinking of scrapping all of it to just write the actual storyline I've had in my mind with all the Tobias Carrick x Chris Valentine drabbles I'm working on 🤦🏻‍♀️ Definitely a happier storyline for those two, LOL!

A Perfect Match drabble with Damien and Nadia.

And my first ever Laws of Attraction drabble for my M!MC x Aislinn Tanaka 🤞 Hopefully it will turn out okay. I got inspired when I decided to restart the series and go a Male MC route 😂

And as always, I'm behind on reading fics from everyone I follow. Life keeps getting in the way of me being able to binge and when I do find time to open Tumblr up, I try and focus on that blasted Drafts folder.

#choices trr #choices rcd #choices open heart #choices perfect match #choices laws of attraction #thomas hunt x amanda #liam x riley #olivia nevarkis #oh ethan ramsey #tobias carrick x f!mc #open heart bryce #damien nazario #nadia park #M!MC x Aislinn Tanaka

[bebepac]

Cinnamon Spice 🎄

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​​​​ prompt # 125 I’ve never seen one that big, which will appear in bold.

The Book:  TRR

Pairing:  Unidentified Male character from TRR  x F!OC

Word Count: 1916

Ratings and Warnings:  Teen / Sexual Innuendo.

Summary:  Male meets female in a bar to make her an offer she can’t refuse. 

Original Post Update: 12/17/21 at 9:19PM  EST.

A/N. As I got some positive feedback about this ask that I was given by the lovely @dcbbw​​​ with the prompt: My Wife The Call Girl I expanded it into this, which gave us close to 800 more words than the original ask.  It does have a pretty woman feel, since you will see, I went overboard with the Pretty Woman gifs. Yes we will find out who the characters are at the end.  

I pushed open the door and walked into the seedy looking dive bar.  It was the equivalent of when someone walks into someplace they don’t belong, and everyone stops and stares? That's how all the patrons in this establishment paused for a moment to look at me.  But, I was used to being stared at from both men and women alike.  I adjusted my tie and let my confident stride do the talking for me as I strolled up to the counter cool, calm and collected, because that’s how I roll.  

Confident, never cocky, handsome alpha  male that frequented articles in Forbes Magazine for my various financial and business successes.  My onyx colored suit clung to my physique perfectly  showcasing my never waning athleticism. 

I took off my sunglasses to reveal my obsidian eyes, and briefly scanned around the room.  Though I exuded confidence outwardly, my inner monologue told another tale.

What was I doing in this place?  A bar on the wrong side of town that I would have never gone to, or hell get lost or break down near,  and clearly looked like I had no business there as I walked up to the bar stool.  I almost did not even want to rest the arms of my Brioni suit on the bar because this place looked like an infomercial on how to get Hepatitis C, or some STD that a shot of penicillin in the ass would cure.  Not that I knew about penicillin shots in the ass, but there was that one time in Punta Cana, during spring break with my brother, when we met those women he assured me were “not prostitutes,” however we wound up robbed of all our money and in a clinic the next day.

The bartender had spiky black hair and her pouty lips were painted crimson that made her pearly skin look that much paler, gawked at me while she obnoxiously  popped her pink bubble gum, a habit I despised.  I knew I would never return to this place where my wingtips stuck to the floor, and had hazy mood lighting like the place was filled with cigarette smoke or a bad 80’s low budget horror movie’s fog machine.

Staring at each other in silence  for a few more awkward moments, she finally spoke.

“Well are you going to order a drink or just stare?”  

“You didn’t ask.”

“You’re sitting at the bar, it’s obvious you want a drink. I’m not a mind reader, I'm a bartender. What do you want?”  She retorted in a matter of fact voice. She waved her hands around at the others at the bar,  all the other men at and women at the counter were nursing drinks in silence.

“Scotch and soda.”  

She sat my drink in front of me.  

“Since you didn’t specify, you get the Glenmorangie 18 Year.”  She looked him over with a smile.   “You look like you can afford it.”  

She was right, I could.  

"Good choice."

I sipped my spirits in silence pulling up my sleeve slightly to reveal my Rolex, to check the time; she was late.

"Yep, you could definitely afford it, I could have gone completely to the top shelf with you."

"My mother told me, '' Always reach for the moon, and if you fall short, you'll land amongst the stars."

"Well my mama told me, never eat yellow snow."

Surprised, I turned around to see where the voice came from.

"Clearly sage advice, but coming from completely different upbringings,” chimed in the bartender as she wiped down the counter.

"I'm Cinnamon."

"Like the spice?" I inquired.

"But always in season, Sugar."  She winked at me.

The bartender let out an amused chuckle.

"Whatcha having, Sugar Plum?"

"Since he's buying, I'll have what he's having."

The bartender looked to me for approval.

"You heard the lady."

I directed my attention to the scantily clad woman dressed in a short black mini dress and Skywalker heels.

I did a once over down the length of the woman.  I had asked for a petite blonde.  She instead was the exact opposite.  Tall, skin like hazelwood, wearing a little black dress molded to her thick hour glass frame with perfection, like she had been poured into the dress, as if that dress was made for her specific form to caress her every delectable curve, and it did, hug her curves. Damn….  Yes, I am okay with this very surprising substitution.

“I know I’m not who you asked for.”  

“What the hell do I know anyway?”

“Apparently you know something about something Mr. Forbes, with your  Fortune 500 company.”

“So you did a little bit of homework on me Miss Spice Girl?”

“Spice Girl?”  she asked with a hint of irritation in her voice.

I cleared my throat. “I meant, Spice Lady, Spice Woman? Is that more PC?”

She laughed.  “Because I’m Cinnamon, Spice, and everything nice, and yes I did my homework.”

“You want to get out of here, so we can talk about my plans for you  this coming week  Miss……”

“Spice.”  

“Your name is Cinnamon Spice?”  

“For now it is.”  

“Shall we go Miss Spice?”  

Cinnamon  slipped her arm through mine and together we walked about the bar. 

“I’m actually glad you don’t drive  a matchbox car, I’m impressed.  You’d be surprised how many rich men drive around little toys.”

“Don’t get it twisted Miss Spice,  I do enjoy the occasional toy every now and again.”

Why was I secretly relieved that I decided to drive my Rolls-Royce Cullinan ,

instead of my Aston Martin Vanquish?  Because of this woman I would only parade around for the week on my arm for work was impressed?  But there was something special about her.  

“That’s good to know,” her hand rested softly on my chest for a moment, then she softly purred like a kitten and gently clawed me with her french manicured nails.  “So do I.”  

I opened the door for her.  “Miss Spice.”  

“Thank ya kindly, Mr. Forbes.”  

I found her southern accent that prevailed in some of the words she said adorable.  I took her back to my penthouse that overlooked central park.   I explained the terms of our arrangement for the next eight days, and what I required and expected of her.

“Do you agree to the terms and conditions of my offer?”

“I’d like to make a counter offer of my own?”

My eyes widened in interest.  But any good business person knew not to take the first offer.  She was smart to counter no matter how ridiculous her counter offer was.  Curious to know her modified terms, I leaned forward raising my eyebrow.

“I’m listening.”  

“Add the clothes and the jewelry I’m going to get,  and you’ve got yourself a deal.”  

“Everything, but the wedding ring.”

“Why not the ring?”

“The ring was my mother’s, and no one in my social circle would believe I secretly eloped if the woman who I say is my wife wasn’t wearing it.”

“So…….. you’re okay with my added terms if we eighty-six  the ring?”  

“Yes, Miss Spice I am.”

She signed on the dotted line.  

“This is yours, for the week.”    I handed her my mother’s ring that she eagerly slipped on her finger.

“Would you like a tour of the penthouse, Mrs. Forbes?”

“Sugar, I’m gonna show myself around!  I live here now.”  

She smiled, tossed her wavy chocolate brown locks, winked at me, and took her self proclaimed tour of “their”  home.

She was nothing if not amusing, causing me to smile.  “That’s my wife,  the call girl.”  

“Who said you can’t make a hoe into a housewife?”  She screamed from across the penthouse.

Laughing harder,  I knew I was in for quite the ride these next eight days with Mrs. Cinnamon Spice-Forbes.

After her impromptu tour she sauntered back up to me. I handed her a glass of wine, which she took a sip of.

"That's really nice."

“Forbes?”  

“Mmmm?”

“Why don’t you have a tree?”

“I do.”  

I pointed to my potted plant that had a single red  ornament hanging from it.  

“That is a fikus, and we’re getting a tree tomorrow.”  

“Okay.”  

“Smart man.  Happy Wife, happy life.”

The Next Morning

“Hey boo.”

“No the hell you aren’t face timing me from a hot tub.”

“I'm sorry. This is my life now.”  

“That was supposed to be my life, he asked for a petite blonde.”  

“I know Riley, and you have the flu.”

“Had, my fever finally broke.  So what’s it like?  What’s he like?  Is he one of those rich conceited guys like Neville with a God complex?”

“God no! He’s really nice. But to be honest…”  Cinnamon glanced around the room.  She whispered,  “I’ve never seen one that big!"

"Whaaaat!!!! His penthouse, the diamond ring or his dick?  Is it the dick? Gurl Is it practical joke big?"

"Not the penthouse, this rock! Look at it!!!!"

"And what about the 'D'?"

"Let’s just say, she'll want to change her vote later; she won't be disappointed."

Her smile turned wide, as she stared at me with my towel draped over my shoulder.  

“I see you found the hot tub Mrs. Forbes, mind if I join you?”  

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I’ll talk to you later Riley.”  

“One more thing,  find out if he has a brother!”

“Bye Rye!”  

She put her phone down  and looked up at me smiling as I slipped into the hot tub next to her.  

“Yes, I have a brother.”

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Actually you didn’t ask me a first one.”

“How are we going to tell people we met? They will ask us you know.”  

“An Executive matchmaker.  As busy as I am with work and traveling, something organic like a bar  will never fly. They’ll see right through it. As they know I don’t have time for that. Uh oh.  I see a frown.”  

“That’s boring Mr. Forbes, we can do better than that.”

“What would you propose?”

Her hand gripped my bicep.  “It’s clear you like to workout, and you have a very decent gym, but do you go for runs in the park?”  

“Yes, I actually do.  Even in the cold. So we met running in the park?”

She scoffed.  “You lost your damn mind if you think I was running in the park. I was  eating a hot dog.  You tried to let me know you were coming by, but I had my earbuds in and didn’t hear you, and we ran into each other.  I got mustard on your hot dog.”

I laughed.  There was that dirty quirky sense of humor again.  

“So what happened next?”

“You tell me Mr. Forbes.”

Forbes: "Those were my favorite gray sweatpants."

"That's what you said." She squealed!

Spice: "You wear mustard well."

Forbes: “Yes, earth tones look amazing with my complexion.  My apologies for running into you or better yet, you not paying attention to your surroundings.”

Spice: “Hey now! You ruined my lunch, and this girl likes to eat.”  

Forbes: “Because it wasn’t much of a lunch.  Let me buy you dinner.”  

Spice: “I guess that’s the least you can do. And since I didn’t get lunch I’m going to be hangry by dinner.”  

“And I took you out for dinner, where you didn’t order a salad.”  

“Yes Forbes, that’s what i’m talking ‘bout!”

“You’re right.  This meet is better.”

“One more thing Forbes.”  

“What’s that?”

“Do you want me to call you Forbes in front of your coworkers we’re trying to impress?  What’s your real name?”  

“It’s Liam.  My name is Liam.”

“Nice to meet you Liam.  BeLinda is my government name, but everyone calls me by my nickname, Bebe.”  

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[karahalloway]

Camping Was Intense - A Wacky Drabbles One-Shot

Series: TRR - (Un)Common Attraction universe

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: Harper organises (another) surprise birthday party for Drake that doesn’t end up going as planned...  This one-shot is set 1-2 years after the events of the social season / engagement tour and references events / conversations from (Un)Common Attraction.

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: M (swearing, minor smuttiness)

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Wacky Drabble, and since I usually start my chapters at 2,000 words, keeping it as close to 1,000 words as possible was definitely (an interesting!) challenge. The Week 110 prompt is “Wait, did you hear something?” and will appear in bold below. Happy reading!

"Was this okay?"

Drake cocks a brow at me. "What makes you think it wasn't?"

"Well, I know you said you didn't really want to do anything for your birthday, and you hate surprises, but—"

"Yeah, getting trussed into my own car like a kidnapping victim was definitely a surprise!" he scoffs. "What's up with you and blindfolds, huh, girl?"

"Would you have preferred to sit in the trunk?"

He shakes his head ruefully as he wraps his arm around my waist to pull me close. "The things I let you get away with, Gale..."

"You love it really..." I counter, tilting my face up to his with a knowing grin.

"I invoke my right to the Fifth," he smirks, whiskey-laced lips meeting mine in a soft kiss that makes me melt against him.

"You know that just means I'm right, but you don't want to admit it," I murmur against his lips.

Peeking up at him, I can see that he is looking down at me with a wry quirk to his mouth. "Okay. Fine. It was great."

"Great?" I exclaim, raising my brows in shocked surprise. "That's high praise indeed, Walker!"

"Pretty damn perfect, actually," he adds, unzipping the tent flap. "We're in the middle of the woods, we just had a campfire cookout, and you even brought the whiskey. I mean... what's not to like?"

"There is one more surprise, actually..." I inform him as I follow him into the tent. "You still have your present to unwrap."

He throws his head up in surprise. "You... got me a present?"

"You'll like it, I promise," I assure him, kicking my boots off.

"What... is it?" he asks hesitantly, as if expecting me to produce an oversized cake filled with male strippers or something.

"Why don't you open it and see?" I suggest, stepping up to him to run a suggestive finger down his chest.

"I would if I knew where it was..."

"It's closer than you think," I purr, guiding his hand to the hem of my t-shirt.

He stills into confused uncertainty for a moment before the lightbulb goes off in his head. "Oh, you mean that kind of present..."

Grabbing the bottom my t-shirt, he pulls it eagerly up, the brush of his palms against my skin making me shiver. Yanking the material over the top of my head, he glances down, but I block his view by pressing myself up against him with a cheeky smile.

"No peeking..."

He rolls his eyes as his hands coast down to my waist. Making quick work of the button and zipper, he pushes my shorts off.

"Close your eyes," I instruct, nipping his bottom lip.

He groans exasperatedly, but does as asked.

Grabbing his wrist, I bring his hand up to lay it on my clavicle, over the strap of my bra. I then start to draw it downwards, letting his palm brush against the swell of my breast above the criminally thin lace.

"This...feels different," he admits.

"I should hope so," I confirm, directing his hand lower. "They're brand, spankin' new..."

"Spanking, huh...?" he drawls, opening his eyes to look lustily down at me as his fingers circle the lace around my hips. "Got a kinky night planned, have we?"

I roll my eyes at him. "And you complain about me psychoanalysing everything you say..."

I step away to give him a full, unadulterated view of the sheer mesh and delicate floral-embroidery set that revealed more than it covered.

He lets out a low whistle. "Damn, Gale..."

"You like it?" I ask, giving a slow, Shakira-esque twirl.

He flashes me a lupine grin. "I'd like to finish getting you out of it."

"Always so impatient," I mutter as he grabs the waistband of the thong to pull me back to him.

"Can you blame me?" he breathes, claiming my mouth in a possessive kiss.

A soft moan escapes me as he slides his hand onto my bare backside to press me against his unequivocal approval. Tangling my fingers into his silky hair, I return the kiss with vigour, making him groan.

He picks me up and in the next instant I find myself sprawled on top of the sleeping bags with my arms pinned above my head. Drake drops his head eagerly towards the almost see-through lace that just covered my nipple.

I arch up towards his mouth, the feel of his warm breath making me quiver in anticipation of—

"Wait, did you hear something?"

He stops a millimetre from the lace. "No...?"

"I thought I heard something outside..." Though, it could very well've been the erratic thudding of my pulse...

Drake hovers contemplatively over me, listening for anything out of the ordinary. "I can't hea—"

There's a loud bang!, accompanied by some strange shuffling.

Drake drops his head with a groan before pulling reluctantly away from me. "I'll go see what it is... Probably just a fox or a deer knocking the cooler over."

Adjusting himself quickly, he grabs the flashlight and exits the tent.

I flop back onto the sleeping bag with a huff.

So much for the sexy surprise...

Suddenly, the quiet of the tent is rent by an ear-splitting shriek, followed a split second later by a low thud.

I burst out of the tent in blind panic, my heart in my throat.

But arriving at the source of disturbance, I am greeted by a sight that is very different from what I had expected.

"What the actual fuck, Beaumont!" rages Drake from the ground.

"I'm sorry!" cries Maxwell, hopping stressily from foot to foot. "I... I thought you were a bear!"

"We're in fucking Valtoria, dumbass!" grits Drake, hand pressed to his face. "There are no fuckin' bears!"

"You caught me by surprise!"

"Oh, my gosh! What happened?" exclaims Hana, rushing up. Her hand flies to her mouth when she catches sight of Drake. "Did you break his nose?!"

"I panicked, okay?"

"So you sucker punch him with the cooler ice pack?" I ask incredulously, spotting the neon blue plastic clutched in Maxwell's hand.

Maxwell's eyes widen as I drop to my knees next to Drake. "Crickey, Harper! You—"

"What is going on out here?" demands Christian, appearing as well. His jaw drops in the next instant. "Whoa...!"

"Don't just stand there!" I shout, cradling Drake's head as he tries to stem the gush of blood from his nose. "Grab a towel or something!"

He continues staring at me like I've sprouted off in Klingon before he's wrenched from his stupor by a roll of toilet paper hitting him on the back of the head.

"You lot can't be left alone for five minutes, can you?" mutters Olivia with a roll of her eyes.

Even in the darkness, I see a deep flush creep up Christian's neck as he quickly picks up the roll and drops it into my lap, studiously avoiding looking at me.

It is at this moment that I realise that in my haste to get to Drake, I had rushed out of the tent wearing nothing more than the barely-there bra and thong.

A flush rises up my cheeks.

When I had planned tonight's intimate surprise, this was definitely NOT what I had in mind!

Will Drake get to finish opening his present…? 👀👀👀 Find out in Part 2!

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[jovialyouthmusic]

Shooting myself in the foot

So - I have great ideas when I decide to write.

Sadly not popular ideas, so it seems, as my reader base is not big. Let’s look at why...

My first fic ‘Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed’ was about a threesome between my MC Lucy Valois, and TRR’s Liam and Drake. Reasons for unpopularity? Some don’t like polyamory, and some did’t like me renaming Liam as ‘Brad’

Second fic, ‘Charlotte’s Choice’ again renamed Liam as Brad and sidelined him in a major way by making him a bartender from Edinburgh. I tried to keep up the pretence for Liam stans that perhaps the MC, Princess Charlotte of Cordonia  would choose him - but it was always going to be her childhood friend, Drake. I also wrote Constantine in a sympathetic light, as an overprotective father. The sequel has some loose ends.

Fourth fic ‘Protect and Serve’ fed my obsession with Bastien Lykel, and I created an OC for him, Sophia Turner. Game of Thrones was popular at the time, and someone pointed out that one of the major actresses was Sophie Turner. Totally unintentional. Many folk grew to like Bastien, but some didn’t like him to start with because he’d been painted so poorly in TRR. I got a bit precious with him and fell out slightly with a couple of my mutuals (sorry girls). The sequel petered out and another mini series grew in its place. 

Roundabout the same time as the Bastien obsession I wrote the Many Lives of Drake Walker, starring me (narcissist!) and I used the idea that I could go through the screen to visit Drake. I really enjoyed the concept and wrote in a couple of my favourite ‘other’ Drakes. Sadly it was massively complicated to work with other folk’s characters, and I got so caught up in Bastien that I ended up bringing the series to a stop and passing ‘me’ on to Bastien.

THEN I wrote a kind of spinoff, ‘Past Times’ The only link it has to my other stories is the surname of the male protagonist, PLUS it’s a historical period drama - and again that’s a bit of a niche market.

So now - I’m writing a little series with all my female characters. Take up on the tag list is TINY as basically you kind of have to have read my previous work, though I will try to fill folk in as I go along. Hey, maybe some will go back and read my other stuff.

Plus I’m in the UK and often post in the morning here when the vast majority of my mutuals are asleep...

But what the heck - I’m gonna write it anyway!

TL;DR read my stuff, and if you enjoy it, PLEASE reblog. I love you all xx

#only partly choices #reblog later #time zones suck #shameless self promotion

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The Royal Romance: Cinderfella’s Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Sixteen

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

It all comes out...

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

“You said ‘don’t give him the same speech you gave me’,” I murmur.

The two friends freeze in place.

“Were you together?”

My words hang heavy in the air, the tension around the three of us so thick you can practically see it crackling in the air.

“Answer the question,” I demand.  “Were the two of you in a relationship?”

Drake and Liam glance over at each other guiltily.

“Look at me, not each other!” I snap impatiently, running my hand through my hair in agitation.  “And tell me the truth or I am walking away right now, and this time I will not look back.”

“We were… together, yes,” Liam admits haltingly.

I grit my teeth and pinch the bridge of my nose to ease the pain of a rapidly oncoming headache.  “For how long?”

Drake mumbles something under his breath and I glare at him, knowing that he’s trying to avoid telling me.  “Five years,” he repeats, loud enough for me to hear this time.

“Five years…” I stupidly parrot his answer.  “Five years?!”

“Callum…” Liam takes a step towards me, reaching out to take my hand.

I slip away from him, holding up my hands to keep him away.  “No.  No, no, no, no, no.  No kissing or sweet talking your way out of this one, Liam.”

Drake smirks and huff out a laugh, quieting instantly when I scowl at him.  “You’re not home free either Chuckles, so don’t get all giggly just yet.”

I pace back and forth, trying to arrange my racing thoughts.  “Ok, so you guys are exes and still best friends.  That’s fine, I can work with that; I can deal with that.  When did the two of you break up?”

The pair avoid my gaze, staring at the ground and shuffling their feet.

“Oh, let’s not all go talking at once now.”  I cross my arms and give them my best disappointed schoolteacher look.

“A few weeks before we met you,” Liam finally answers, still not able to meet my eyes.  “The social season made it impossible for our relationship to continue.”

My mouth drops open.  “Run that by me again, big man?”

“We broke up a few weeks -”

“I fucking heard him the first time!” I shout, interrupting Drake.  “What I require some clarification on is why neither of you thought that this little nugget of information was something I should have been told about!”

“And another thing!”  I take a few steps towards Liam, poking him in the chest with my index finger.  “What the fuck is your damage?  Why did you need to have a social season if you were already with Drake?  Is my Brat not good enough for you, huh?  Or is he not good enough for your father?”

Liam’s eyes harden at my mention of Constatine.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve with that one, Your Majesty?”  I poke him again.  “Little Liam, always doing what daddy wants.  But I’m not sure why I’m surprised; ditching me was easy enough for you, of course you didn’t have the balls to stand up for Drake either.”

His face flushes with anger, he steps closer to me, close enough that now his chest is lightly pressed against mine.  I can feel him through the thin fabric of my dress shirt, feel the heat radiating off of him and every labored breath he takes as he tries to control his temper.

“Things are never as simple as you want them to be, Callum.  I have commitments, responsibilities to the people of Cordonia-”

“Fuck them!”  I throw my hands up in frustration.  “There, I said it.  Fuck the people of Cordonia.  Fuck your commitments to your family, to the monarchy, to the absolutely insufferable asshats that make up the Cordonian nobility.  Fuck ‘em all!  What about your responsibilities to me?  To Drake?  What about us?  The men who loved you, who wanted to build a life with you!  What about us, huh?”

Liam freezes in place, staring up at me with wide, brown eyes.  “You loved me?” he whispers, his voice quiet and pained.

I take a step back as I feel my cheeks heat up.  “What… no, what?  This is… no, we’re not talking about me right now!  This is about you and your… your inability to… to…”

“You loved me,” he says again, this time a little louder.  “Do you still love me?”

I glance over at Drake, telepathically promising him the best blowjob of his life if he will just get me out of this situation.  He stares back at me, one eyebrow arched, seemingly just as interested as Liam in my answer to the question.

I begin to pace in a tight circle, flapping my hands in front of myself in an effort to wave away the two men’s searching looks.  “No.  No, this isn’t fair.  I’m pissed off and I'm horny and you can’t expect me to answer a question like that when I’m like this!”

“I’m sorry… you’re what?” Liam asks, struggling to keep a straight face while Drake snickers.

“You both kept a huge secret from me!  I’m fucking pissed!  And it was a sexy secret… Like people probably have written fanfics about the sexy Cordonian prince and his dark and broody best friend and you’re telling me that you two banged like a screen door in a hurricane for real?!  For five fucking years?  My imagination is in hyperdrive right now…”  I link my hands behind my neck and take a few deep breaths.  “I need a drink.  Or five.  Don’t you dare follow me.”

I storm off to the elevator and smash the ‘DOWN’ button, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for the elevator cab to reach the rooftop.  I look back over my shoulder to see Drake and Liam watching me with forlorn looks on their faces.  I turn back and resolutely stare at the closed steel elevator doors, determined to ignore them. 

I will not go back, I will not go back, I will no-

“Goddamn it,” I groan, turning on my heel and stomping back to the two best friends.

“Callum?” Drake’s eyes widen in surprise.

I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and jerk him towards me, causing him to stumble a bit.  “Shut up.  I’m mad at you.”

I crush my mouth against his in a rough, aggressive kiss.  Drake’s lips part beneath mine in instant obedience, and his tongue tentatively brushes against mine.  My hand moves from back of his neck to tenderly cup the side of his face while I ravage his mouth, drinking in his taste like a man dying of thirst.  I bite his lower lip, hard enough to make him whine, soothing it with a flick of my tongue before finally pulling away.  Drake sways forward, chasing my lips, his cheeks red and eyes half-lidded.  I smirk at his dazed expression before pressing one last firm, but chaste, kiss to his lips.

Liam awkwardly shuffles next to us, but the interested look on his face says he’s not entirely unaffected by watching Drake and I kiss.  I turn towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him flush against me.  Liam tips his face up, meeting my lips in a kiss that’s been over a year in the making.  There’s nothing hurried about our kiss; Liam takes his time, his tongue languidly sliding against mine in a slow rhythm causes me to softly moan into his mouth.  I feel him smile as we kiss, pleased with my reaction.  I pull back just a bit, til our lips are only just touching. 

“Of course I still love you, darlin’,” I murmur.  “I never stopped.  Insulted you even had to ask, to be honest.”

Liam giggles softly, his lips brushing against mine.  “I’m not sorry… not if it gets you to kiss me like this.”

“And you.”  I turn and point directly at Drake.  “Before you get any silly ideas in that pretty little head of yours… You should know that fucking I love you too.”

Before either of them can respond a ding sounds from behind us and the elevator doors slide open.

“Fucking finally,” I mutter, stalking into the elevator cab and frantically and repeatedly jabbing the ‘DOOR CLOSE’ button.

*****************************************************************************

Drake and Liam stand next to each other in complete silence, watching the elevator doors close behind a clearly frazzled Callum.

“What just happened?” Drake asks, stunned.  

Liam slowly shakes his head.  “I honestly have no idea.”

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Part Four: Dreckskerl (Series 18, Part 4 of 9)

Series Eighteen: The Conference, Day One (9 Parts) Part Four: Dreckskerl (Series 18, Part 4 of 9) My masterlist is at the end of my bio.

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,042 Rating: M for Language Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh. Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @bobasheebaby​ @riseandshinelittleblossom​ for being my thirsty Bastien friends and for still being a part of the journey! Series Summary: This focuses on day one of the conference and Rinda’s interactions as a professional, friend, and girlfriend.

Chapter Summary: Rinda presents at the conference and later her temper gets the best of her when she’s disrespected by male colleagues. Author’s note—I don’t speak French so I used Google Translate. If there are glaring errors, please let me know and thank you!

Dreckskerl

Bastien stayed for part of Rinda’s panel presentation before attending a presentation geared for security personnel. When the moderator introduced the panel members, each person was introduced with their academic titles and positions, except for one person. Bastien saw Rinda’s brows furrow and watched how she scribbled something on a piece of paper and slid it over to the man. When the paper slid back she widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The moderator was about to begin the discussions when Rinda politely interrupted. “Excuse me, but one of my colleagues needs further introductions. Kyrie Tagmatarcha Callas Mr. Major Callas served in the Greek military for over 20 years. We are very fortunate that he is here today to share his expertise and perspective with us.” She turned to Major Callas. “Thank you, sir. And thank you for your service.” Bastien gave an appreciative nod as Rinda turned her head and calmly held eye contact with the shocked moderator until he averted his gaze. His Tria was a team player, and no one disrespected another member of her team. Rinda’s presentation went well and she began making new friends (she hated the term “networking”), but she stayed in groups with other teachers and administrators. It wasn’t until the lunch break that she had a chance to even see any of the security staff who were also attending the conference. She searched for Bastien and Drake in the room and she was able to make eye contact with Bastien. He seemed to be having a good time, talking with Drake and another security officer. But still. The dynamic in the room wasn’t good. Rinda was wearing a suit because she presented, but she planned on wearing professional clothes the second day also, like many of the other teachers and administrative staff. There were some security officers who were wearing a suit, but some panels included self-defense drills, so most were wearing the appropriate clothing. Even if Rinda wanted to participate in one of their sessions, she wasn’t dressed for it. Throughout lunch the security staff stayed in their own groups and the teachers stayed in their own groups. It made sense because people often continued their conversations from the panels they attended, but the divide between them was clear. Rinda grabbed her brains and began jotting notes in the book for ways to fix this as she continued to help with Cordonia’s security program—and host Cordonia’s own conference. Then she whispered something to Nadia, and the ladies grabbed their plates and drinks and went over to a table with empty seats to introduce themselves to some of the security officers. Unfortunately the goodwill gesture didn’t go as planned. One of the men assumed the ladies weren’t interested in having a professional conversation during lunch, and his friends quickly lowered themselves to his level. Rinda stood up in fury and addressed the ringleader. “Μη γίνεσαι μαλάκας”  Don’t be an asshole. “We were just trying to break up the obvious divide between the teachers and security officers, not come on to you.” At the same time Nadia was rolling her eyes in disgust. “Putain de bordel de merde! C’est vraiment un trou de cul, celui-là!” Jesus Fucking Christ. That guy’s a real asshole.

Rinda raised her voice and spoke to Nadia, although she held her gaze with the men, her words obviously directed at them. “Ah, ma cocotte. Ce n'est pas de ta faute. Vous devez avoir vos règles. Hey honey. It's not your fault. You must have your period.

She turned to Nadia. “Je suis tellement ennuyé avec ça. Allons-y.” I’m so fucking bored with this shit. Let’s go.

Rinda threw in a scathing German phrase for good measure. “Was für Dreckskerl.” What a filthy pig. What a bastard.

Slowly the lunch room grew quiet as people realized an altercation was taking place. Bastien and Drake stood up to walk over to Rinda, but Tagmatarcha Callas was closer. “Ladies, may I be of assistance?” He drew back in surprise when he saw the golden topaz fury in Rinda’s eyes, but she gave him a genuine smile. “No Tagmatarcha Callas, but thank you for offering. My friend and I meant to get more of the security officers and teachers to interact, instead of sitting on opposite sides of the room, but it didn’t go as well as we planned.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged before turning to Nadia. “I think we should just sit back on our side of the room before I make things worse.”

Callas looked around the room as they walked away. Rinda was right. There was an obvious divide and based on his interaction with her during the panel presentation, he knew she had a genuine interest in bridging that divide. “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.” It was the voice he used in the field when he needed to issue commands or rally his troops. “I would like to invite any teachers to join me and my friends at my table so we can share ideas about security issues in our schools.” Rinda and Nadia were almost to their table when they turned around in surprise. They nodded at each other and walked back to Callas. Rinda looked over at Bastien and Drake, a plea in her eyes, and Bastien smiled as he stood up.

“Would anyone on the other side of the room like to switch seats with me so we can meet more people and exchange ideas?” Rinda gave Bastien a grateful smile. She knew he hated initiating introductions and making small talk, so she knew how much this gesture meant.

She purposely stepped over to Bastien and Drake as they crossed the room. “Thank you, Drake” she whispered.

“Heh, it’s okay.”

“And thank you, Tiger.”

Their hands were full as they carried their plates and drinks, but Bastien leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “You’re welcome, Tria.” He snickered. “You told me that you learned conversational French from Grandma Lorinda. Did she teach you all of that?” Rinda grinned and shook her head as she continued to walk toward Callas’ table with Nadia.

Slowly some of the people in the room switched seats, and Rinda smiled at Nadia and Callas. It was a start.

#long post #bastien lykel #choices trr #rinda parks ofc #series eighteen

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1, 10, 22 for the salty asks

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Not to be the one. But I’m gonna be that person. But Drake x MC. I don’t get Priya x MC as anything romantic. Or, rather, not as anything fluffy and romantic. I could be into as a kind of fraught, tense thing. But where MC has some sort of power. I’m not into power imbalance. Mark x MC. Caleb (Hero) x MC. I feel a bit weird saying I don’t get MC ship choices, because it feels like telling people what to ship with their OC. (Or I guess, themselves or wte). But these are tropes that I’m not into. So. 

Sebastian x Chris. MADELIENE X HANA! I’m sure there are more.

10.  Most disliked arc? Why?

That’s difficult to pick. LOL. I think a lot of them stem from TRR, I will say. Because TRR was really bad at follow through or digging deeper. I feel even Drake was a victim of this. Fandom likes to call him marshmallow but thinking on a conversation I recently had, his arc really was this. The TRR writers spread him everywhere and yet it was shallow, lacking substance. And, often, it wasn’t with just Drake. I call him out because his storylines overshadowed /over took a lot of other people’s (his argument with Maxwell - where HANA, if I recall right, had to step in during a storyline that should’ve been about HER). Maxwell / the Beaumont’s development was dropped or off screen for Savannah. 

Yet TRR consistently introducing heavy topics and not following through or giving depth. Liam’s trauma (he got one tear? rofl). Hana’s trauma and her situation with her parents. Fuck, even Drake’s trauma – DUDE WAS SHOT. He lost his dad, his sister, his mom. Bastian betrayed him. And his mom apparently pops back in? And that is that? 

However, I feel nothing displayed their lack of care for digging deeper in any of their characters as their treatment of MCs background. And also her growth. They dropped the ball. So. Many. Times. I feel this entire rant is like TRR. I keep going back and half starting thoughts because I keep thinking of shit that they just didn’t finish.

If I had to pick one in TRR it would be Hana’s everything. I LOVE HER. But they treated her like shit. They paid her dust. LIKE WOW. I have never seen PB disrespect a character so fucking much and I shipped my MCs with Leah and Victoria. LOL. I feel this stands out more because with them we figured out early where they were going (paywall). But PB tried it with Hana. They tried to pull look this is about her but continuously treated her as a last second afterthought. 

22.  Popular character you hate?

This rant aside. I actually don’t HATE any of them. Though fandom does try me. I hate how certain characters (white males [and in Damien’s  - for a time, Zig too - case, ambiguously brown male])  are given an unfair advantage in fandom and PB. I hate that how it can be impossible to find content for a character I enjoy. Not even always because it isn’t made but because the popular LI takes up the tag. I hate that I have to pay to spend money for my preferred LI or else THEY WILL BARELY BE IN THE BOOK while people get free fucking content. Or  free dialogue dedicated to their fave even when they’re not in the chapter. But there is no popular character that I hate.  

Actually, I could do without Mark. But I didn’t hate him

Salty Asks

#grapecase answers #salty asks #1 / #2 / #3 / #anti drake #anti drake walker #anti trr #anti the royal romance #anti trr writers #sighs #long post #massivelysilentchaos #thank you for asking! #put that here bc i really rant on lol

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For Kingdom, For Her - Liam x OC, Maxwell x MC (TRR Fanfic) (9/?)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x OC (Kina)

Rating: NSFW

Summary:  In the aftermath of the attack, the Unity Tour starts off at Fydelia. But Madeleine still nurses a deep grudge not only to the royal family, but to the new Duchess Riley, and point blank refuses to step in to help. Help comes in a different form… and one that absolutely distracts Liam in ways he never expected.

A/N: That ending to TRR was perfect! And... ah, gives me so many ideas for the ending of Kina and Liam. <3

The whole way back, Kina couldn't help but keep an eye on Liam. Gone was the warm, laughing prince who had made slow, sweet love to her the night before. In place was a worried looking man who stood by the window as the rest of their friends sat silently in their carriage. 

To make matters worse, because Kina did not want to push matters between them, she could not even go up to him to offer any words of comfort.

It was not until the gang had seen Constantine in the hospital, did Liam's shoulders relax when the previous King insisted on attending the Costume Gala. The whole time the monarchs and Liam conversed, Kina did her best to inch her way behind Drake, fully aware of Regina’s careful stare on her, especially after the events of the night before.

"Surprise! It's your favorite press secretary!" A sudden voice interrupted, as the door swung open.

"Justin! You're alive!" Riley exclaimed.

"From what I've seen in the news, you've been in good hands." 

To Kina's surprise, the dashing bespectacled male she now knew to be her predecessor to Riley walked up to her, caught her fingers before she could protest, and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand. She froze, her gaze instinctively darting to Liam's face. His features were chiseled hard, eyes zeroing in on the lips that lingered on the back of her hand.

Quickly, Kina retracted her hand and offered a small smile when Justin grinned at her. Almost immediately, a sharp voice cut through, breaking the male's eye contact with her to focus on the speaker.

"I heard you were injured in the attack. You're looking well, though." Liam asked in a congenial tone. Yet when Kina looked at him, she sensed a tightness in his voice as he spoke.

"Yeah, I took a nasty shot at the Homecoming Ball, but I'm not kicking the bucket just yet. If you can breathe, you can stand, and if you can stand, you can you can fight." 

Kina blinked, slightly taken aback by how bright and preppy Justin was. 

Watching as he continued speaking, the girl leaned towards Maxwell, whispering "Is he always this bright and early?"

Maxwell chuckled and nodded. "He did great as Riley's press secretary. Although, you're doing just as well."

As Justin and Constantine dissolved into conversation about being discharged, Kina's eyes were quick to spot Regina and Riley speaking with Liam, and the girl frowned when the conversation ended with a distressed looking Liam, as everyone else filed out. Unable to put herself away again, she lingered in the empty room as everyone left, reaching out to take Liam's hands."Is everything alright?"

"The doctor says he doesn't have much time left." 

Her heart broke at the hollowed tone he used, and she tightened her hold, feeling helpless as he returned her grip with a tight one of his own. What could she do? It was not as if she could stop death as it knocked on Liam's father's door, as much as she wanted to.

"I-"

"I promise you - we'll find some time to tell them, alright? Just... not yet."

Kina scowled and used her free hand to swat at him. He yelped and rubbed at the upper arm with a perplexed look. "What was that for?"

"For being a git. Do you think I would force you to say anything you don't want to?"

Obviously realizing he had managed to irritate her, Liam's eyes widened, and he hurriedly yanked her closer, shaking his head. "I didn't mean it that way. I just feel bad because there are too many things, and that means we can't-"

"You have more important things, Liam. 'We' can wait." she murmured, using her fingers to push at his forehead with a soft laugh. "Now let's go. We need to get back to the capital in time for the ball."

---

Dressed in a simple black dress, Kina descended the main stairwell of the palace, clipboard in hand. Her mind raced with the many things she had to arrange in place during and after the costume ball for Riley and Maxwell, that she barely noticed and ran into a hard chest. With a small yelp, Kina stumbled backward, almost falling had a strong arm not quickly caught her by the waist.

Having squeezed her eyes closed to prepare for impact, she opened them, her mouth in a small 'O' when Liam's smiling face met her surprised gaze. He chuckled as he helped her up, and then frowned when his eyes took in the rest of her outfit.

"What?" Kina asked, unable to help the slightly defensive tone in her tone as she straightened her black, form-fitting dress. It fit her purpose - she had no wish to stand out.

But Liam obviously had issues with it.

For the first time, however, her eyes took in the regal, red outfit he wore, and she couldn't help the way her heart leaped into her throat. The stark difference in their rank slapped her in her face. Liam could almost see Kina clamming up in the way she straightened up, holding her clipboard all prim and proper like in front of her. He frowned, disliking all of her actions.

"What... are you wearing?"

"A... dress? It is a ball, as much as I'd love to go in my comfy linen pants, I think I may get fired." Kina laughed at her own joke, trying to diffuse the tension she obviously saw gathering in the King's face.

He sighed, raising a tired brow at her. Did she not see herself in any flattering light at all? She made him laugh. Her very presence shone a light in his life, made him forget just for a brief moment, the immense pressure he had on his shoulders now as the King. What did he have to do to make her see that? Looking down at his own outfit, it finally clicked in his mind, just why she had drawn back in her own shell. His gaze flickered back to her again, and it only took a split second for the dark-haired prince to decide.

Before Kina could protest, Liam had grabbed her wrist and all but dragged her to the royal boutique, where he deposited her right in the center before heading to rifle through the hangers. Kina stared at the sight of the regally dressed King rifling through the various outfits. "What are you-"

"Getting you an outfit befitting you, Lady Makeena of Fydelia." he muttered, a strain in his tone. Settling on a midnight blue dress which had a diamond-encrusted bodice, he pushed it in her direction, ignoring her spluttered words as he turned her and shoved her by her shoulders towards the changing room. "Either you change, or I'm stripping you right here, Kina. Your choice." he finally said with a tone of finality when she turned to walk out, only to have Liam blocking her way.

For a long moment, both of them stared at each other in silent mutiny.

And then Liam reached up to cup her cheek, thumb caressing her cheeks in a show of tenderness that immediately had Kina's heart fluttering. "You are worth every bit of attention anyone shows you. Myself included. You have a heart greater than anyone else I've seen... and you will walk into the Costume Ball on my arms tonight." he grinned a wolfish grin that, in any other circumstances, would likely have resulted in Kina jumping on him had they not been in a public area. "Because I'm likely snapping the neck of the next man who shows you attention."

---

"Where did the everyone else go to, you were saying?"

"Self-defense training."

"In their dresses?!" Kina squeaked in surprise. Liam turned to look at her, and couldn't help the soft chuckle at her large rounded eyes. She looked extra adorable when she allowed her actual emotions to show - and he wanted to always see her actual emotions and not the controlled facade she showed everyone else.

"Mara's logic stands." he shrugged, reaching out to push a tendril of her curled blonde hair, tucking it behind her ears. "You're more likely to be attacked in your ballgown then in proper attire - so she felt it was appropriate." Liam was finding it harder and harder to tear his eyes away from her, even as they now stood right at the entrance of the ballroom, ready to enter at the given notice. She was spectacularly dressed, and his eye for clothes for her proved itself. The extravagant dress Liam had picked out fell to her ankles accentuated her pale skin and blonde locks, the very ones which she had curled and haphazardly tucked into a simple coiffure on top of her head. The dress had a modest neckline, but a plunging back which showed off the curves that she had. The dress itself flowed like water around her legs and was paired off with a pair of glittering silver heels, lending Kina an illusion of height and elegance.

"And I do not need self-defense skills?"

A flare of protectiveness surged through Liam, and he tightened his arms around the hand she had threaded through his elbow. "No. Because you will not stray from my side tonight, Kina. I mean it." He couldn't bear to see a repeat of what had happened to Riley, happen to Kina. Not this small, petite younger sister to Madeleine that he has come to now fiercely appreciate.

Before she could respond, the voices of the rest of the nobles made both of them turn, and Kina's eyes widened when her eyes landed on their friends and their outfits. She found each of their outfits gorgeous, Hana's and Riley's especially outstanding, but... "Maxwell?!" she gasped with a hidden laugh.

Liam chuckled, nodding at their friends. "He insisted," he explained to Kina, as the rest of them approached.

"There you two are."

"We were... delayed by Kina's impeccable fashion sense. I have fixed it."

Drake wore a look that obviously said he did not believe them, but it was Hana and Riley whose sharp eyes saw the way Kina's eyes rested in the crook of Liam's arms and exchanged looks that hid their squeals of delight. Riley especially had been feeling bad ever since she rejected Liam for Maxwell. She knew Liam was a great person, a noble one who deserved someone who whole-heartedly loved him.

"Everyone's so pretty!" Hana exclaimed, drawing Riley back from her silent, solo celebration of the way Liam tenderly and thoughtlessly caressed Kina's hands that he held.

"Only a few others here break a seven on the costume scale." Olivia scathingly remarked.

"Riley!"

The call of the new duchess's name made the whole group turn, just in time to see the arrival of Kiara and Penelope, both decked in dresses that represented their house and colors. As everyone complemented each other on their choice of outfit, it was one voice that brought a chill to Kina when she heard it.

"What's this little gathering?"

Liam felt the way Kina froze, and while this was supposed to have been his ex-fiance, he couldn't help the mild irritation that leaped up when they all turned to face Madeleine's icy cold stare. In her dress of ivy leaves that represented her house and her perfectly curled blonde hair, it was obvious to see Kina was like her sister in color and skin. But to Liam, that was where the similarities ended.

Where Madeleine had been conniving, ambitious and cold, Kina was warm, friendly and with a heart that was eager to help others. The difference could not be starker, and Liam revealed in the fact that he had the right sister on his arm, even as Olivia dove right in to antagonize Madeleine.

"Must you really barge into everyone's business?"

"I am checking upon my hapless sister." she breezed past Olivia and then appeared to freeze in shock when she saw just whose arm Kina was on. Madeleine frowned, eyes flickering to Liam's hard gaze, and then back to her sister. Appearing to decide to go ahead anyway, she bowed to Liam, and immediately wore a smile Kina recognized to be that of sly plans - she had seen Madeleine practice that smiles to perfection all her life after all. "I do hope my sister has not embarrassed herself. I see she's at least managed to pick a respectable dress for her charge. Lucky guess?"

“Know your place, Lady Makeena. I’m sure Lord Godfrey has taught you since birth.”

In that one instant, as Madeleine's reprimanding voice brought to mind the disapproving look of the Queen Mother, it was as if walls were closing in on Kina, the drowning in the sea -

Liam tightened his grip on her arm, bringing her back to the brink of reality, surprising her enough to make Kina turn her gaze to him. She saw his hardened features, the steeled gaze he focused on Madeleine who in turn, looked very shocked to be on the receiving end of such a fierce look from her usually gentle ex-fiance.

And she was reminded of everything he's told her. That he would fight for her, that he would choose her, would risk for her.

All prepared to launch into a defense for Kina, Liam was held back when a soft hand and a touch he knew was laid on his chest. Turning down to the owner of the delicate fingers, the King's eyes widened when he saw the determined look on Kina, who faced her sister with a fire he's seeing for the first time.

"I have had the same classes as you had Madeleine, and I single-handedly run Fydelia while everyone is away. I believe I can handle Duchess Riley's reputation just as well as you can."

While soft, there was a quiet determination in Kina's voice that made Liam swell with pride as he watched the subtle shift in her posture. The straightening of her spine, tightening of her hold. "The duchy of Valtoria is represented by the colors red and white - military strength and sincerity. The dove signifies a symbol of peace, but Lady Riley has chosen the Phoenix - just what Cordonia needs, a symbol of beauty reborn from ashes."

The more she spoke, the more the pride grew in his chest as she steadfastly stared at her sister, who seemed surprised at the change that had come over Kina. For once, Madeleine appeared to be at a loss for words. The rest of their group stared in surprise, but Liam practically radiated pride as Kina stepped back, just as the doors opened.

"It's time!" Maxwell's excited exclamation broke the stunned silence.

Olivia's subtle quip to Maxwell was left unheard, as the King squeeze Kina's hands to bring her attention to him. There in his gaze, her breath caught when she saw how his eyes shone for her - with what emotion, Kina was afraid to put a finger on, but it definitely made her heart tighten. "Come on, my lady.

Arm in arm, both of them headed to the front of the line, right in front of the closed ballroom doors where one could hear muffled strains of music playing from the other side.

Looking down at her, his look melted to one of tender affection when he saw her suddenly become a nervous wreck again. Walking in on his arm - it was practically a public declaration. What would his parents think? Regina would probably rip her a new one.

"Are you ready?"

Kina nervously gripped at the material of her dress, biting her lip. Was she? Well, it was either do or never.

Turning to him, she smiled, calling on the faux courage to bolster her till she could make it. "The real question is... whether Cordonia is ready for me."

---

The walk-in had been... well, nerve wrecking would be saying the least of it. Being announced on the tail of the King was an experience Kina would akin to nothing before, especially when her appearance was met with whispers mixed amongst the fanfare and applause. Throughout the whole time, she kept a firm grip on Liam's arm, and to his credit, he never let her go, always next to her to keep a conversation or steer her in the right direction. Other then that one time where he had to address the crowd upon Constantine's entrance, Liam had never once left her side.

"Your hard work has paid off." Liam murmured, watching the way people spoke to each other, the soft lull of conversation on the background of the string musicians.

Kina raised a brow, her hands nursing her glass of punch. "My hard work? You mean yours and Riley's," she replied with a laugh.

Liam laughed, and affectionately rubbed her back. He ached to press a kiss to her skin, but he knew better than to draw attention to her now. Even with Andy dogging her every step as her new security detail, he was taking no chances. "We've come a long way. You played a big part in it." he paused, letting his gaze linger on Kina for a period of time till she flushed.

"What?"

"I'm proud of you. You did well, standing up against Madeleine."

His words made her smile turn to one that was more abashed then anything. Just then, Constantine waved across the room at Liam. He frowned, hand still lingering on her waist, but Kina nudged him. "Go. I still have a job to do tonight." she reminded him, a laugh glittering in her eyes.

Looking down at her with obvious worry in his eyes, Liam sighed and looked up to wave Andy over. "Watch over her." he murmured, giving her one last look before he drifted away to where Constantine stood. Her eyes followed his movements as if she couldn't bear to be away from him.

"You aim too high, little sister."

Madeleine's sharp tone caused Kina to look sharp, and her eyes narrowed at the condescending look Madeleine wore. "He is King. I was trained to be the Cordonian Queen since I was a baby."

Kina paused. And then smiled. "But being a Queen requires more than just emulating previous monarchs," Kina said with a straightening of her spine, and a confident smile on her lips. Parroting Liam's words to her, she continued, "It is having the heart to forgive, and wanting to bring others to the top. Have you ever wanted someone else to be on top other than yourself, Madeleine?"

Without waiting for her sister's response, Kina pivoted on her heels and turned to where Hana and Riley were waving her over, content to leave Madeleine to seethe.

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[choicesficwriterscreations]

TRR/TRH/TFR FotW - Dec 12 - 18 2021

🖤 = Adult Content 🔥= NSFW/18+ 🎄 = CFWC Holiday Celebration

DRAKE WALKER x F!MC

Mission Grumpy: The Tale of the Courtly Lady (Series) - @sillydg Part 2 🖤 🔥

DRAKE WALKER x F!OC

Sleepless in New York (Series) - @karahalloway Chapter 2: First Impressions 🖤

LIAM RYS X F!MC

A COVID Christmas - @sfb123 🎄

The Beginning of the End - @starfurylord

The Rebel Crown Prince - @thegreentwin Clubbing 🖤 🔥 The Day After 🖤 🔥

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Cinnamon Spice | Male TRR LI x F!OC @bebepac

My Best Friend’s Girl (Series) | Liam Rys, F!MC, Drake Walker - @angelasscribbles Chapter 7: Birthday Wishes

Savage Love (New Series)| Drake Walker, Liam Rys, F!MC - @angelasscribbles Savage Love Prologue 🖤 🔥

MULTIPLE RELATIONSHIPS

Complicated | Drake Walker x MC, Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 24: When Hearts Get Broken 🖤 🔥 Chapter 25: The Fixer Chapter 26: Controlling the Narrative

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CFWC OPEN HEART FOTW LIST

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[professor-abeloved]

tEell us about ur oc's please!!! // @cordcnia

i cant @ u for some reason but thank u so much for the ask hon!! you are so sweet for asking about my ocs huhu

i’ve got a Lot tho so i’ll just stick to introducing some of my choices mcs for now ;3c

for trr, i have two!! the first one is lady eliza wong !! she’s a han chinese-american demisexual transgirl. she’s witty, hard-working & very passionate about standing up for others (especially those who are constantly belittled) because of [REDACTED]. she’s very cool and collected, but she also has a silly side to her, which makes her a great match for maxwell. ;D she plans to go to law school and become a lawyer & build a life with maxwell.

my second mc is lady ashanti (no last name yet), a black lesbian with a devlish smirk and a tattoo of rose vines around her arm that manages to catch the attention of one hana lee. ashanti is tough as they come, with a surprisingly not-so-hidden soft side and heart of gold. her whole story is learning to open up to people due to what happened to her in [REDACTED] and finding a family within the cronut crew as well as discovering her sexuality. 

eli de loyola is my es mc, a smart and sensible extravert who is heroic and very empathic… yet he cannot flirt for shit. at all. he deadass calls jake “hotness” for crissakes. he’s latino, bisexual and male (though he’s been questioning his gender recently. is using they/them along with he/him pronouns for now.) he also has a prosthetic leg because of [REDACTED]. he’s sean’s boyfriend and #1 stan, but i also ship him with diego, jake (theyre also dating in game lmao), craig and yvonne.

the freshman/sophomore series feates althea silayan, a polysexual filipino demigirl (she/her & ze/hir) who’s very sweet and supportive to her friends - as while also being sassy and swearing up a storm lmao. she’s very warm, friendly and caring, but she will not put up with even the slightest hint of bullshit. ‘althea’ is associated with ‘healing’ and silayan means ‘to see’ which is accurate because she’s perceptive and known as the ‘healing presence’ both in her irl friend group and in online mmorgps. she also likes memes. 

she’s with becca right now, though i ship her with kaitlyn (they’re exes), chris (also exes), zig (they casually went out but i adore their platonic relationship so much) & reyna mercado (brotp!! writing brto3 with james!!)

i havent named my lovehacks mc yet but they’re nonbinary and polyamorous aroace-spec probs.

EDIT: forgot to talk about my hero mc!! that nerd is serious, reserved and dedicated to saving people because of [REDACTED]. this incident made him harbor a grave distrust of authority, especially policemen. he doesn’t give a flying fvk about attention, which makes him a good foil for his boyfriend kenji hehe

(here’s my choices mc page for more details!)

#el answers #cordcnia #look at my fab gay ocs #<- oc tag lmao #thanks for asking!! #lh mc #althea silayan #eli de loyola #ashanti #eliza wong #hero mc #i keep!! fucking up with this post kjasndsjdakdsa

[deztinywarriors]

My voice for Choices Ask

[B]1. Favorite Choices game? Endless Summer [B]2. Favorite/Least favorite sibling to play as in Rules of Engagement? Favorite is Party Girl Sister (I named her Anna) and least one is bookish sister (I named her Esmeralda) [B]3. Did you save Grace or Raj in Endless Summer? Of course la! They're the twins friends too [B]4. Favorite book of The Freshman/The Sophomore? Book 4. Traveling is my dream plot [B]5. Opinion on Kenji Katsaros? Not bad [B]6. Favorite 3 female LIs? [I](I'm more to straight girl IRL but you asked for it since I can play as male character too) 1) Estela Montoya 2) Val Greaves 3) Eva/Minuet [B]7. Favorite 3 male LIs? 1) Jake Mackenzie 2) Zigmund 3) The bartender (I named him Daniel) [B]8. What did you name your hawk in TCaTF? Pietro [B]9. Opinion on the whole Brooke/Keo thing? Neural ~ [B]10. Any Choices characters that you just Can’t Stand? King Luther. Full of betrayal on only think of his own agenda. As well as Lila. [B]11. What are 5 things you would like pixelberry to implement in Choices? 1) Plot variation 2) Realistic background picture 3) Music~ 4) Interracial characters 5) Cautious choices. One wrong move and your character will die [B]12. Do you look like any characters from Choices? Nope. They don't create any characters with wearing hijab yet. [B]13. Favorite ship from Endless Summer? Anything canon [B]14. When did you start playing Choices? October 2016 [B]15. What are you most excited for in the future of Choices? More European based characters and plots [B]16. Sam or Dave? Both! [B]17. First Choices game you played? Freshmen, Crown and Flame and Most Wanted. Played at the same time. [B]18. What genre would you like to see Choices expand into? Adventure and mystery [B]19. How much do you spend on diamonds per week? I have to replay stories for hours for that [B]20. Favorite non-canon ships in the pixelberry universe? Nope [B]21. Who do you ship Kenna with? Dominic [B]23. Opinion on the Diamond Discourse™? Neutral~ [B]24. What characters do you wish you saw more of? More European based (especially German) but as love interests [B]25. Are there any Choices games you don’t play? High School Story [B]26. Favorite part of being in the Choices fandom? Get the full mark on completing the book [B]27. Who do you ship with the MC of The Royal Romance? Prince Liam (or Drake if I failed) [B]28. Blake, Carter or Mira with Party Twin? Blake [B]29. Mark, Leah, or Ben with the LoveHacks? Mark [B]30. Do you ship Sam and Dave? Possibly happened so yes [B]31. Who do you think the traitor in TRR is? I dont like accuse anyone yet so keep it secret [B]32. Opinion on Hero so far? Not bad [B]33. Favorite non-MC ships in Endless Summer? Grace + Alister [B]34.Did your MC in Braidwood Manor end up with someone? Victor [B]35. Which suitor did you choose for the MC in RoE? The Bartender (Daniel) [B]36. Hottest Choices LI / LI that matches your personal tastes best / you would date if they existed IRL? Jake McKenzie. I'm more interested on bad boy and mysterious man, and he reminds me of my OC (Kyle-Ryll Vambürt) [B]37. LI from The Freshman you will only ever see as a friend? All of them [B]38. Opinion on Maxwell as a LI? Neutral ~ [B]39. Favorite and least favorite character in #LoveHacks? Neutral~ [B]40. Kenna, Sei, Rose, or Jackson with Dom? Kenna [B]41. Favorite ship(s) in Choices that the game doesn’t allow you to ship? Nope [B]42. How wrecked were you by the ending of TCa TF? Still okay [B]43. Did you pair any of the other LoveHacks characters besides MC with their love interests? (Ex: Felix with Isabel) Nope [B]44. Did you make the brother and Elena in RoE date for real? Possibly [B]45. Which book/series in Choices has your favorite art style? Endless Summer [B]46. Zig, Kaitlyn, James, Becca, or Chris? Zig. I'm more interested on bad boy type of man [B]47. Favorite Choices game in the Romance category? All. I don't like to choose [B]48. Did you pair Audrey and Nerdy Twin? Neutral [B]49. Did you ship the MC of Endless Summer with anyone? (As Kaira) Jake McKenzie (As Abel) Estela Montoya [B]50. 5 nOTPs?  Nope [B]51. Stance on Pay to Gay™? Neutral~ [B]52. Favorite series in Choices? Endless Summer [B]53. How do you feel about TRR most likely getting a second book? Get the justice! [B]54. 5 favorite content creators in the fandom? ......... [B]55. Favorite kid in tHoBM? Clarissa [B]56. Who are your favorite fic writers in the fandom? ........ [B]57. How do you feel about Murder King™? Neutral [B]58. Have you ever participated in Choices Creates? Used to but not quite enough to win [B]59. Which suit (or gym clothes) did you go with in Hero? The MC type [B]60. Least favorite Choices game High School Story. I don't like high school genre

[justcallmefox89]

The Royal Romance: Cinderfella’s Adventure’s in Cordonia - Chapter Eleven

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

It’s too late to turn back now.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Rainbow colored lights illuminate the doorman’s face as he studies the trio’s IDs. “Cordonia, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Hana squeaks out as a bouncer stamps her wrist with the club’s logo, a delicate cherry blossom.

“Isn’t the prince that’s in town right now from there?”

Drake grunts non-committally as he snatches back their IDs. “We good?”

“By all means.”  The doorman ushers them inside with a smirk.  “Enjoy your time with us this evening.”

Hana’s eyes go wide as they finally get inside and take in the atmosphere of the club.  A spacious dance floor dominates most of the space, where a sea of club patrons grind and writhe against each other to the rhythm of a sultry beat.  Scantily clad performers dance on raised platforms scattered throughout the club to the admiration of many clubgoers.  Couples, and more than a few trios, kiss and grope each other in the semi-privacy of darkened booths that line the walls of the club at random intervals. Attractive bartenders smile and flirt as they tend to the customers that eagerly crowd around the bar.

“This.  Is.   Awesome,” Maxwell breathes, basking in the hedonistic nature of his surroundings.

“Focus, Beaumont,” Drake snaps, lightly smacking him on the back of the head.  “We’re here to find Callum, or someone who knows him.”

Hana tugs on Drake sleeve and motions for him to bend down so he can hear her over the music.  “Over by the bar, standing off to the left next to the man in suit.  He looks different but…”

“It’s him.”  Drake’s chest tightens.  “It’s Callum.”

In his mind Callum had remained unchanged, the same bright, free-spirited, pain in the ass who had taken his life by storm all those months ago.  But this man, while undeniably Callum, was not the man Drake remembered.  

Gone was the long hair with its pink streaks and the colorful jewelry and scruffy facial hair.  His black hair has been shorn off into a side-swept undercut with nary a pink strand in sight.  His gauges and septum ring are a tasteful, understated silver, and he’s clean shaven, showing off high cheekbones and a sharp jawline.  He’s wearing a plain grey henley and faded jeans that show off his weight loss of the past year; he looks leaner, more muscular and defined.  The full lips that Drake had spent endless nights fantasizing about no longer tip up into a perpetual, easy-going grin, and Callum’s deep green eyes don’t sparkle with mischief anymore.  This Callum is a stranger to him, but Drake still feels the same attraction, the same pull to him he always has.

“Daaamn.”  Maxwell lets out a low whistle.  “Take a look at our boy.  So have we figured out what we’re going to say to him?”

Hana glances at Drake out of the corner of her eye.  “Maybe Drake should go talk to him alone for now.  All three of us at once might be a little overwhelming.”

Maxwell opens his mouth to protest but immediately snaps it closed at the pointed look Hana gives him.

“Are you sure?”  Drake asks her.  “Maybe you should go, you guys we’re closer than - ”

Hana lays a reassuring hand on his arm.  “It will be fine, Drake.  No matter what he looks like now, he’s still Callum.”

“You’re right.”  Drake takes a steadying breath and nods once.  

Hana gives him a gentle push.  “Go on.  I’ll keep Maxwell out of trouble while you go get our boy.”

Drake hesitates for a moment longer before charging into the crowd.

“Do you think that’s the best idea?” Maxwell asks, dancing closer to Hana.

“Maybe not,” she admits.  “But I think it’s what Drake needs.”

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“Shit,” Drake mutters, struggling to break through the throng of bodies separating him from Callum.  A girl breaks free from the crowd around the bar and stumbles into him, spilling her drink down his arm.  Drake curses and looks away for a moment; long enough for Callum to slip away and disappear from sight.

A large hand slides over Drake’s hip and he’s roughly yanked back into a warm, muscular body.  The hand runs over the curve of his hip and down the firm muscle of his thigh, while a second caresses his throat, calloused fingertips gently wandering over his rapidly throbbing pulse point.  The heady scents of leather and amber invade Drake’s senses.  Warm breath ghosts over his suddenly sensitive skin as the person holding him brings their mouth close to his ear.

“You’re an awful long way from home… Brat.”

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