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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years

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Girls’ Night Out Revisited

I’m taking part in this week’s Wacky Drabbles prompt no 63 which appears in bold. You’ll have to read the previous chapters for this to make any sense

Word Count 1010 (ish, did a little editing)

4 Tequila and Casinos

‘Are you alright, Les?’ Sophia asked as the writer sat at the table in the virtual bar she’d just conjured up for the girls. She nodded vacantly but Sophia wasn’t convinced. Her hand shook as she reached out for the cocktail that Lucy had just poured from the jug. A bare chested waiter had served it with a flourish, and Lizzie had looked up at him wide eyed before staring at the jug on the tray.

‘Tequila sunrise for everyone’ Lucy cried ‘Drink up girls, the night has just begun’ Charlotte took a sip and smiled

‘This is really quite good’ she remarked ‘What’s in it?’

‘Hmm, tequila and – oh who cares, it’s delicious’

‘It was a great idea making a customised venue’ Sophia said ‘There’s something for everyone’ Les shuddered.

‘Yeah, less research for me. This is Vegas, so anything goes, right?’ She still looked pale from being dragged round the scarier rides on Thunderdome. Even Lizzie had been on the rollercoaster, and in contrast to Les, she was pink cheeked and bright eyed.

‘Too fucking right, Les’ Lucy crowed ‘I love it, and as to what our men think – what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over’ She smacked the bottom of a passing waiter, who managed not to drop the tray of drinks he was carrying.

‘How did you stop them finding out?’ Charlotte asked ‘Last time Bastien tried to shut us down’

‘I pulled in a few favours – got some mutuals to read certain chapters over and over to keep them busy’ Les gulped down her drink and shuddered, getting a little colour back in her cheeks from the alcohol.

‘Smart move’ said Sophia ‘What are they all doing?’ Les counted them all off on her fingers.

‘Brad and Lucy’s Drake are doing a little mutual appreciation in a Driam fic. Charlotte’s Drake is languishing in a cell with Anton trying to decide what to do with him, and Bastien is musing on his ancestor in Edinburgh – which is keeping John busy too’

‘Well thanks Les, it’s good of you to arrange all this, not a lot of folk would do this for a virtual character’ Lucy pointed out.

‘Hey, I’m your writer, of course I care’

‘Drake’s having to live through that ordeal again?’ Charlotte said anxiously.

‘Sorry, it was the only one I could find that didn’t involve you’ Les said regretfully ‘I’m sure you can make it up to him afterwards, unless you can think of another one’

‘So what’s next?’ Sophia asked ‘I suppose a magic show is pretty much redundant here’

‘Yup, plus I don’t think Lizzie would like it much’ Les replied ‘too much like witchcraft’

‘I like magic’ Lizzie protested ‘John has a friend who does card tricks’

‘Tame stuff’ Sophia said, waving her hand ‘Magic shows nowadays involve making whole buildings disappear – but then that’s no big deal in virtual reality’

‘So how about hitting a casino?’ Lucy said hopefully ‘Does it work here?’

‘I tried it out, and apparently the random nature of the fall of a dice or the drawing of a card works fine’ Les asserted. ‘The same with the jackpot machines’

‘Then what are we waiting for – let’s hit the tables’

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A couple of hours later the girls compared notes. Sophia had won the jackpot on the fruit machines, Charlotte had broken even on roulette, and Lucy had discovered that Lizzie could count cards and had made a killing at poker. Les had lost badly on the crap table, so overall they had made a small profit.

‘Well it doesn’t matter anyway, we can have whatever room we like here’ Lucy grinned ‘All we have to do is imagine it’

‘My head hurts’ Les complained ‘all this imagining is wearing me out’

‘Why don’t you take a break, I think we’ve got enough energy to go it alone’ Charlotte said soothingly.

‘Yeah Les, rest your thumbs’ Lucy said ‘We’ll be fine’ The writer looked a little dubious, but she nodded.

‘Okay, but you can always call me if you need me.’ Les disappeared, and Lucy waved her hand at the others.

‘Okay girls, let’s go investigate our hotel suite’

‘It’s the penthouse, isn’t it? Sophia asked

‘Only the best for us’ Lucy grinned. They went to the lobby and pressed the call button for the elevator. When the door opened and Lucy stepped inside, Lizzie frowned.

‘This is a bit small’ she said, puzzled ‘I thought we had the best rooms’ Lucy snorted.

‘No sweetie, we have to ride the elevator to get to the top of the building’ she explained ‘Just follow me’ They all squeezed in to the shiny metal box and the door shut behind them. Lizzie looked anxious, and when it jerked into motion, she squeaked in alarm and held on to the grab rail. She looked rather green as it picked up speed, and when it stopped and the doors opened, she staggered out, eyes large. They had arrived straight into the penthouse suite, and windows looked out onto the Strip, the sky dark and the lights bright.

‘What is this place?’ she asked ‘How did we get here?’ Charlotte took her arm and steered her to an armchair to explain gently as Lucy and Sophia investigated.

‘It’s a lot like the suite Bas took me to on my birthday’ Sophia said ‘I suppose it was easier for Les to imagine. The view is different of course, but the room’s the same.’ The carpet was deep and soft, a creamy white, the chairs and couches upholstered in white leather, a deep crimson rug in the middle of the room, a huge flat screen in the wall. Several doors led off at the other end of the room. One was a bathroom and the other doors led to the bedrooms, one for each of them.

‘Well, this all looks very fancy. Settle in, girls, and let’s call room service for drinks and nibbles’ Lucy declared. ‘No expense spared, lets have fun!’

#wacky drabbles #girls night out #lucy valois #queen charlotte #Elizabeth Dalgeish #sophia turner

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Puff Puff Pass

Summary: Crown Prince James gets caught smoking pot, how will his fathers react.

Word Count: 828

Pairing: Liam x Drake, Leo x Madeleine (mentioned)

Rating: Mentions of drugs

A/N: Full disclosure, I’ve only smoked a few times myself (sinful I know) but I just tried to play on a few stereotypes because I personally react abnormally lol

Tag List: @dcbbw @bobasheebaby @sirbeepsalot @ao719 @annekebbphotography @loveellamae @darley1101 @debramcg1106 @burnsoslow @jessiembruno

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It’s the night of the state dinner, however this state dinner is more special: James has turned 13, meaning he’s starting the training that will one day help him when he becomes the reigning monarch.

Liam radiates pride for his oldest son, even though the crown wasn’t originally his burden to bare, he thought he’d done a decent job and could only hope to prepare James for this role better than he was. He also made a note to prepare Loren and even Jack, in the case something happens to the normal line of succession.

His brow crinkles, unable to locate his oldest as he scanned the room.

“Li? What’s wrong?” Drake asks, squeezing his hand under the table.

“Do you see James?” As the meal portion of the night was ending, James was due to give a short speech to address this change in his station from Prince to Crown Prince.

“I’m sure he’s just out with his cousins. He knows how important this night is for him and for you as well.”

Liam looks around again, this time looking for his nieces and nephews. He spots Leo and Madeleine’s daughters, Audrey and Eloise, sitting next to Penelope’s daughter Juliet. However, Leo’s son Henry is nowhere to be found, along with Savannah’s son Bartie.

Liam watches as his brother gets up, looking around before slipping out of the dining room.

“I’ll be back,” Liam says to his husband before excusing himself to follow his brother.

* *

“What on earth!” Leo exclaims, finding Henry and James in a fit of laughter and inhaling a smell that takes him back to his rebellious youth.

“Yo! Relax Uncle Leo!” James says, each word coming out separately, almost as if he has a lag.

“James. You have a speech to give. Pull yourself together,” Leo grabs his nephew and pulls him off the floor.

He stumbles backwards, “I’m not going to be king. Henry can be king.”

“Helllll yeahhhhhh,” Henry says, lifting the bong up and pointing it towards James.

Leo snatches the bong, placing it on the nightstand, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, “You both need to get up, get it together and get back to the dinner without causing a scene.”

After a few moments, Leo escorts the three boys back to the dining, but not before they run into Liam.

“Your Highness,” Henry drops into an exaggerated bow before he and the other two boys burst out into laughter.

“James Edward,” Liam’s king voice comes out, “Are you under the influence of drugs?”

“ArE yOu UnDeR tHe IfLuEnCe oF dRuGs?” James impersonates his father while his cousins fall to the floor laughing.

“To your room, now!” Liam’s voice never raises but the fear it puts in the three boys is evident. James turns on his heel and heads to his room as Henry and Bartie are still bursting in a fit of laughter.

* *

The state dinner has ending, Liam speaking for James, telling the crowd that his son must have a small stomach bug.

Liam flops onto the couch in the common room of the Royal wing of the palace. His eyes shift over to the joint he confiscated from James after the dinner while Drake put Jack to bed.

“I can’t believe him.” Liam mumbles, Drake walking in on his husband’s conversation with himself.

“It’s not that bad, Li.” Drake shrugs, “We’ve all done it.”

“I absolutely have not! You have?” His eyes widen at this new information about his husband.

“Well, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “I assumed you had…I mean you are Leo’s brother.”

“I resent that.”

* *

James walks down the hall, trying to come up with a way to get his dads off his back. He knew he let his Dad down by not making his speech and that his Papa would most likely be disappointed as well.

When he comes up to the common room, he hears bursts of laughing and when he opens the door he sees his dads sitting on the floor, laughing.

“Dad! Seriously?” The small smell that once surrounded him and his cousins, now danced around his dads.

Liam jumps a little as Drake takes the joint from him, “Don’t wake your brother or you’ll put him back to bed.”

“Soooo I guess I’m not in trouble after all, right?” James says hopefully.

“Oh yes, yes you are.” Liam says, standing up and walking towards his son.

James’ face is full of disbelief, “But but…”

“But what?”

“You’re smoking right now! How is that any different?”

Liam straightens up his stance, looking taller than usual to James, “Because I am the king.”

“I’m going to be king one day!” James argues back.

“I heard you change the line of succession to Henry, good luck getting it back.”

“You aren’t serious, are you?”

James is left standing there with wide eyes as his usually stoic father is stuffing his face with Cheetos in between fits of laughter.

“Dad, c’mon, you aren’t serious, are you?”

He stands there, his fathers heading off to their room, left wondering if he really wasn’t going to be king anymore.

#trr driam #the royal romance #drake walker #drake x Liam #one shot #liam rys #tw: mentions of drugs #tw: marijuana

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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Hoping For Snow

Pairing: Drake x Liam

Word count: 982

Warnings: pure heartbreaking angst

Summary: One shot AU where MC doesn’t exist and Drake leaves far before the social season.

Song inspiration: Hoping For Snow by The Vamps

A/N: I was listening to this song and the idea for some Christmasy Driam angst absolutely no one asked for came to me. Thank you to both @itsstillnotwhatyouthink and @sirbeepsalot for telling me to do it and assuring me this painful piece was in fact wanted. Merry Christmas, sorry for the broken heart.

Disclaimer: I own no one I’m simply borrowing them from PB for a bit.

Liam stared out the window, he drew in a shuddering breath, the cold Lythikos air chilling his lungs even in the warmth of the home. His heart ached with his only Christmas wish: please come home, come back to me.

He’d hoped leaving the capital and his responsibilities behind would drive out all thoughts of him. The thought of him haunted him year round, he longed for even a day of reprieve. Surely one day where he didn’t fall asleep with broken dreams and promises on his mind wasn’t too much to ask. His heart always aches with thoughts of him, but it always hurt more when the world was lit with twinkling lights. Being even further from the person who stole his breath with a look only increased the aching in his chest.

Does he miss me the way I miss him? Does the thought of me make his heart ache?

He pushed the questions from his mind, they wouldn’t calm the pain he felt in his soul. Only one person could make him feel whole once more.

Will he ever come back?

His eyes remained locked on a snow-covered tree in the distance while his mind traveled back in time.

Liam broke into a broad grin as he caught sight of Drake fussing with the knot of his tie over Hakim’s shoulder. “Sorry.” He replied blushing as Hakim looked at him with a questioning eye.

Everyone had noticed that someone had managed to win the heart of the young prince. Names of young noblewoman from across the country were whispered in quiet halls as everyone tried to figure out who had claimed his heart. No one even suspected the truth that the person he fell for wasn’t noble born and always by his side.

He politely excused himself from his father’s friend. Constantine would reprimand him later for leaving the festive event without making the full rounds, for now he couldn’t be bothered. There was only one place he wanted to be.

He smiled as he caught his eye, nodding before he slipped past the lavish decorations and out the door undetected. They’d perfected sneaking from events unnoticed over the last year together. He quickly and quietly walked down the corridors until he made it to the library, the only entrance to to what had become their spot. Whenever they needed a moment away, to forget the expectations that hung heavy over them they would sneak away to the small hidden dead end secret passage.

In the small dark corridor there were no titles looming over their heads. It was the one place they actually believed all the plans and promises made between stolen kisses and twisted sheets. They were just Liam and Drake, nothing else mattered, no other person existed.

He smiled as strong arms embraced him from behind. He turned in his arms, placing kisses along his jaw, the fresh stubble rubbing against his soft lips. He didn’t care, he loved all of him: the calloused hands, and chapped lips reminded him that there was more to life than legislation and meetings with foreign ministers. There was an entire world out there he wanted to experience with him.

“Li,” he’s words thick and heavy as he slowly pulled back from his lovers arms.

Liam’s smile fell as he met Drake’s gaze, it was clear this time wouldn’t go as all the others. No kisses and promises. No clumsy dancing as laughter spilled from their lips. Something was going to happen, their perfect bubble was about to break. Not today, not so close to Christmas.

“You know how I’m going to Texas for Christmas?” Drake paused as Liam slowly nodded. “I—I’m not coming back.” He spoke slowly as the words became lodged in his throat. “My mom and Aunt Lee have been having trouble and they need me.”

“What about us?” He choked on the words knowing the truth, they could never be.

Drake sucked in a breath as he ran his hand through his shaggy chestnut locks. “We both know we couldn’t ever be anything more than stolen kisses and dances in the dark … it’s better I leave now before you have to marry ... for the country.”

Marry for the country. The words never said in this sacred space forced all the weight of the world back on Liam’s shoulders in an instant. “One more night?” His voice hopeful and eyes pleading.

Drake looked at him, sadness and heartbreak written in his eyes. “I can’t … I still have to finish packing for my flight in the morning.”

Liam nodded in response. Maybe it was for the best, one more night of promises and kisses that could never be would only make saying goodbye harder.

Drake looked over his shoulder before disappearing back through the secret entrance. “I’ll always love you Li, even if we weren’t meant to be.”

Liam was pulled back to earth with the sound of the door to his suite clicking. Part of him hoped when he turned he’d come face to face with the object of his heart's desire. He fingered the heavy signet ring on his finger, he’d gone through this same feeling of longing for years and every year it ended the same— he never showed.

The sharp clicking of heels across the floor punctuated the reality. Each step hammering home the truth that he’d lost him for good years ago.

He turned forcing a tight smile on his lips at the sight of his wife, his queen. I never wanted any of this. His eyes fell to her large belly bump, a lump forming in his throat, one thought persistent in his mind.

Don’t end up pining away like me, don’t let anyone decide your future for you. Fight for your love so you never have to wish they come home for Christmas when everyone else is hoping for snow.

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zigsexual · 4 years

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do you have anymore of the driam bodyguard au 👀 bc my soul literally transcended the physical plane, ur writing is incredible :-)

omg lov u… 🤧💕 for you my final parting gift of the decade!! as i’ve said before this is just some disconnected plotless bullshit, the other parts are in my masterlist if anyone wants to read those too but this au exists in a void so u don’t need to in order to get the gist of it

DRIAM BODYGUARD AU - DRABBLE 3

summary: well guess what they finally kiss

word count: 2900+

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That night, Liam asks him to stay behind in his hotel room, mentioning some security concerns he wants to go over. It’s a bit odd, but Drake doesn’t pay it much attention until the door shuts behind him and Liam’s composure wavers.

“There’s bad news,” He says abruptly, turning to meet Drake’s eyes. Drake looks back in bewilderment.

“What is it?” he says, wondering what on earth could be bad enough to involve him in this kind of private meeting. His mind starts racing, running through all the potential threats to the Cordonian monarchy he had been briefed on ahead of the assignment. No way a country that small had a long list of enemies, right?

Liam bites his lip, anxious in a way Drake hasn’t seen before, and says what is potentially the last possible thing he would have expected. “It’s… ah, I think I may have to fire you.”

“What?”

Liam’s cheeks color, though Drake can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or shame. “You’ve been… you should know it’s not your fault. I’ll leave you with the highest commendation.”

“You can’t fire me,” Drake says, incredulous. “I work for the federal government of the United States.”

“Well, then I suppose you could say it’s more of an arranged reassignment.”

“Hold on,” Drake crosses his arms, frowning. “What are you talking about? Is this some kind of weird joke?”

Liam sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not explaining this well at all, am I? I just… I was going to have my security chief tell you, to keep it professional, but I felt like… perhaps, it should come from me.”

“I’m not concerned with who’s telling me,” Drake retorts, still looking at Liam in confusion, “I’m concerned with why this is even a discussion in the first place. I’m assigned to you because I’m good at my job, you know.”

“I know.”

“Then care to explain?”

Liam bites his lip, looking more ruffled than Drake’s ever seen him. “I should have stuck with the plan, had Bastien talk to you. I’m not good at these kinds of things.”

Drake raises an eyebrow. “What, you fire a lot of people in your big fancy kingdom?”

“Listen —“

He knows he’s toeing the line of professionalism, but something about the prospect of losing out on such an unexpectedly enjoyable assignment has his stubborn side showing through. He tries to get ahold of himself, shaking his head. “No, it’s fine. You know what, I’m sorry. I should just head out now, get the replacement detail briefed for tomorrow. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I feel that I do.”

“It’s just business,” Drake averts his gaze, shrugs in what he hopes is a nonchalant enough gesture. “Not my place. I can respect that.”

Liam just looks at him, unreadable in that way he always is. Must be a royalty thing, a poker face trained since birth.

“As long as it’s nothing I did,” he continues, “I know I’m a little rough around the edges, and maybe that’s not what you’re used to, being a king and all… but I understand.”

“Drake,” Liam says.

The informality of his first name is unusual. He lifts his eyes back to Liam’s, trying to maintain a sort of dignity even in the face of his bewildered curiosity.

“It…” Liam rakes his fingers through his hair again, and the gesture is so human, so normal, that it endears him to Drake all over again. “This is quite an odd situation for me. I’m trying to think of the right words.”

“I’m not picky.”

“Well, I am.”

“Spoken like a true king.”

This makes Liam laugh, which shortly dissolves into another pained expression. “You’re not making this easy.”

“What, firing me?” Drake raises an eyebrow. “You expect me to?”

“Of course not,” Liam smiles, though he’s wringing his hands in front of him. “I should have known better.”

He pauses, his expression fading into a frown. “I really should have known better.”

There’s a silence between them, stretching too long. Drake knows that he’s far overstayed the reasonable amount of time for a bodyguard that’s just been fired, yet something about Liam always has him reluctant to let go. And… well, he could just be imagining it, but he’s fairly certain Liam feels the same way.

“If you must know,” Liam finally says, his voice softer than usual, “I was… concerned, so to speak, that my encounters with you were veering into something more casual than is appropriate.”

“Oh, I —“

Liam cuts him off. “Before you say anything, I want you to know the blame is with me. I knew that my feelings towards you were becoming a distraction, and it’s unfair to expect you to do your part when I can’t even manage to do mine.”

Drake just stares at him. “Your… feelings?”

Liam sighs. “Do you have to make me say it?”

“…Yes?”

Liam cracks a smile at that, though he still looks embarrassed. “I… well, I suppose I’ve found myself somewhat… infatuated with you.”

“Oh.” Drake’s mind is running a mile a minute, and still he can’t think of a single response. “That’s all?”

Liam is blushing, which is — well. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just… I mean, I don’t see how that impacts my ability to protect you.” Even as he speaks, he’s still processing, still trying to make sense of what Liam has said.

“It doesn’t,” Liam answers, meeting Drake’s eyes even with the flush spreading past his cheeks now. “It’s me, really. You’re my bodyguard, and it would be wildly inappropriate of me to ask you to continue as such when…”

He trails off, looking at Drake sheepishly. It’s the first time he’s seen Liam entirely vulnerable like this, and it only serves to make him more attractive.

The reality is, of course, that Liam has always been attractive — has essentially redefined everything Drake had thought to be his type — and Drake still isn’t entirely sure that he’s not misreading this whole conversation.

“When what?” He asks, tentative, hoping for an answer he hasn’t let himself dream of before.

“Come on, Drake,” Liam says softly, taking a slow step closer to him, “I can’t pretend everything is strictly professional between us when I also can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

Drake feels his stomach drop in the very best way, like the first hill on a rollercoaster with far too long a line. “Say that again.”

“You know I —“

He doesn’t wait, striding right into Liam’s arms and kissing the words out of his mouth.

It’s exactly as good as he’d imagined it would be, and then some.

Their lips meet with a heady spark of long-overdue passion, Drake already cradling Liam’s face and twisting into his dark hair. He’s amazed at how soft Liam is, how smooth his skin feels beneath his hands. Perhaps he shouldn’t expect anything less from a king, but then again, he hasn’t exactly made out with any other kings.

Liam kisses him like he’s thought about a lot more than just kissing, and soon Drake feels him slip a hand underneath his jacket and wrap his fingers around Drake’s side, pulling them flush together. Drake finds himself clinging to Liam’s hair in an embarrassingly needy way, willing him as close as possible as their lips come together over and over.

They breathe quickly in-between long, slow kisses, both acutely aware of the rarity this moment of unscheduled time is. Liam’s hand tightens against Drake’s waist, and Drake can’t help but drop his hands to Liam’s chest, pushing him back against the door and undoing buttons before he really has a chance to think.

Liam doesn’t move to stop him, so Drake drops a kiss against his jaw before moving to his neck, mouthing a line downwards to the same movements of his fingers as they free Liam from his shirt.

He pushes the sleeves off Liam’s shoulders as much as he can, kissing his chest before Liam wraps a hand around the back of his neck to tug him back to his lips. It’s electric and instinctive and consuming, this feeling that shoots through his veins at Liam’s touch, and it’s as though every movement shared between them is communication enough.

He breaks from Liam’s lips only to shrug off his jacket and start unbuttoning his own shirt. His fingers are shaking, from adrenaline or desire, and Liam meets him halfway to finish out the last few buttons and finally expose his skin.

Liam takes a deep breath, eyes falling to Drake’s chest, and it’s the first time either have taken a moment to pause since they came together.

“I…” Liam seems lost for words, another first; in all the time Drake has known him, he’s always been remarkably well spoken despite any circumstance. Now, with his silent admiration, Drake suddenly feels exposed.

Exposed and… fuck, what is he doing?

He crosses his arms, averting his gaze. “Maybe we should… ah, table this? I just…”

Liam looks alarmed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to —“

“No, no, you’re good,” Drake looks quickly back up, meeting Liam’s eyes. “Trust me, you’re more than good, Liam. It’s me, I’m… I’m not good at… talking about things.” He sighs. “Which is a stupid thing to say considering we weren’t talking, and honestly I’d like nothing more than to get back to the ‘not talking’ with you, but for the sake of our unique situation I feel like maybe we should… figure out what’s going on here before things get too messy?”

Liam nods. “You’re right, and I apologize for being hasty. I’m sure you understand… I mean, with the way schedules are, it’s so rare to catch a moment alone.” He runs a hand through his hair, sheepish. “And I like you, Drake. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I like you.”

“I like you too,” Drake can’t help but crack a smile. “You’re something else, that’s for sure.”

Liam returns the smile, so dazzling in his royal perfection that it catches Drake off-guard. His whole body is reacting to the beautiful boy in front of him, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s swept Liam back up into his arms and proceeded in kissing him senseless.

So much for talking, he thinks, stroking the planes of muscle down Liam’s back and tracing his lips with his tongue. All rational thought goes out the window when it comes to Liam — everything slips backwards into the instincts of want and need and lust.

With each movement between them he can’t help but marvel at the this ridiculous scenario: that he, Drake Walker, would be caught up in a sexual tryst with a European monarch while still very nearly on the clock. It’s so unthinkably bizarre that he decides to stop thinking entirely, instead giving in to the way Liam makes him feel — equal parts whole and ravaged.

Ah, fuck it.

“Do you still want to talk?” Liam murmurs against his lips, his hands doing things a king has no business doing.

“God, no.” Drake whispers back. “Worst idea I’ve ever had. Table it.”

“Tabled.”

Liam undresses him with a reverent care that is unlike any other person he’s been with. It’s slow and deliberate and marked by kisses against each new plane of skin, Liam’s hands giving him goosebumps at the lightest of touches. He can feel himself becoming more and more infatuated by the second, gazing at Liam with his whole heart in his eyes, letting out a contented sigh when he finally brings their lips back together.

They wind up tangled together in Liam’s bed, kissing each other in between whispers peppered with platitudes and spurred on by the heady rush of dopamine. Drake can’t stop smiling against Liam’s lips, stroking a path into the smooth skin of his hip. He’s gorgeous, an absolute idealization of what a man should be, and the fact that he wants Drake just as much is dizzying.

Drake tries to take his time, but the prospect of finally getting his hands on every part of Liam is too tantalizing. They’re breathing heavy before too long, murmuring things that aren’t quite words anymore, and Drake can’t help but marvel at the absurdity of his situation: meant to protect a king, here he is taking him apart.

Of course, Liam does his fair share too, and Drake never thought he’d be swearing so much in front of royalty, but fuck if he’s not glad he is. Liam pulls sounds out of him that he didn’t even know he had, leaving him panting and sweaty and terribly smitten.

When at last they both fall quiet, Liam strokes his cheek, propped up above him and gazing down into his eyes. Drake manages a weak smile, voice still shaky. “You do this with all your bodyguards?”

“Only the cute ones.”

Liam leans in to kiss him again and he returns it gratefully, wrapping his arms around Liam’s waist and tracing across his skin.

“Jesus,” he says, voice low, “I can’t believe I’m not being punked right now. You’re a fucking king.”

Liam presses a kiss against his temple, then his jaw. “And you’re a terrible bodyguard.”

“Hm, is that why you want me fired?”

Liam has moved to his neck now, teasing kisses across the sensitive skin. “You’re supposed to put the bulletproof vest on, not take it off.”

“I told you,” Drake says, “I don’t want you bulletproof.”

“But you do want me.”

“Thought that much was obvious.”

Liam pulls away from him suddenly, looking down at him with a surprising tenderness. “You should know I never do this.”

“Right,” Drake flashes him a smile. “Only with the cute ones.”

Liam shakes his head. “No, I’m serious. I’ve never done anything like this before. Sleeping with someone I barely know…” His voice is earnest, a match to the worship of his gaze. “You’re the only one, Drake.”

Drake blinks slowly, the words settling in as he tries to make sense of the meaning behind them. “You’ve… really? Never?”

“I’ve had relationships before, of course. But when you’re royalty… there’s a certain level of discretion required for this sort of thing. It’s not worth the effort.” He smiles gently. “Or at least, it hasn’t been until now.”

Drake feels his face grow hot, and the embarrassment he feels at the realization that Liam’s made him blush only serves to make him blush harder. “Oh.“

“Yes,” Liam echoes, “Oh.”

“Well,” Drake says, attempting to alleviate the sudden heaviness that has fallen over them, “That’s really a bummer for you, considering I already sold my story to The Cordonian Daily.”

Liam won’t stop looking at him, which is making the whole blushing ordeal immeasurably worse. “You’ll only say good things, I hope.”

“Maybe,” Drake answers. “Maybe bad things too.”

Liam laughs, which only spurs him on more. He leans up on his elbows, only inches away from Liam’s face. “Might tell them they’ve really been deprived of the body on that king of theirs, covering him up in all those medals and shit. That he’s absolutely mind-blowing in bed, way too good at things that have nothing to do with ruling, and he’s got a massive —“

Liam shuts him up with a kiss, slow and deep and breathtaking. He cards his fingers through Drake’s hair, twisting into the strands and tugging him closer, while Drake finds the planes of Liam’s chest and spreads his hands across the skin. He can’t help the sigh that slips from his lips when they finally part, eyelids so heavy he can barely make out the smile on Liam’s face.

“You mean it?” Drake whispers, “Only me?”

Liam nods. “Only ever you.”

“Shit,” Drake leans his head back against the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe that. I mean, I do — I believe you — but shit.”

Liam rolls onto his side, eyes still trained on Drake, their legs brushing under the sheets. “Is it so uncommon?”

“I guess not,” Drake turns to look at him too, at the unabashed affection on his face. “But it’s just… fuck, look at you. You’re literally royalty, you probably live in some palace being rich as hell all the time, and you’re Old Hollywood hot like some actual Hallmark character.” He lets his hand wander over to Liam’s hip, slowly tracing the lines of muscle up his side. “It’s a good thing you’re not one of those Europeans wearing Speedos all the time either, because I think if the world saw what’s under that suit of yours they might eat you alive.”

Liam smiles, averting his eyes for a moment, clearly unsure how to handle the flattery. “Well… thank you.”

“Honest to god, the fact that you’re single might mean there’s hope for none of us.”

Liam goes quiet, still against his side. Drake suddenly feels like maybe he’s talked too much; maybe Cordonians don’t see fucking as such an opportunity to open the floodgates of opinion amongst one another. After all, he’d technically been a member of Liam’s staff only a few hours ago.

“Sorry,” he starts, “Am I being too blunt? I can—“

“Drake,” Liam interrupts, “There’s something you should know. Something I should have told you earlier.”

There’s an unusual tension in Liam’s words that immediately sets him ill at ease. “Okay.”

“I’m…” Liam bites his lip, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Drake’s as he says, “I’m engaged.”

#driam #drake x liam #my fic #trr fanfic #driam bodyguard au #happy NEW YEAR bitches !

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garlickk · 4 years

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5, 12 & 16

5. what is your favorite overused trope?

soulmate! i live for the thought of 2 people loving and caring for each other for the rest of their lives though i don't believe that shit could happen😌🥰

12. if you could change one ending to a book/show/game/etc, what would you change about it?

you probably heard this a lot but a bloodbound ending where jax/lily doesn't die and mc goes dark sounds so much better😔 or maybe a short scene of what life is after all that messy shit happened would be nice skfnjrfk yes ik it's literally soulmate au but it's sweet so idc🤡🥰

16. do you block people who like fandoms/characters/ships that you dont?

usually no since there are rarely NPCs ships like driam and roguemage and i usually ship them as well😌 i have only blocked people who ship jason shaw x rod mc bc that shit is disgusting🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

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playchoicesficidea · 5 years

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Choices Create October Challenge

DAY 1 - LOVE

Sojourn: Can’t Help Falling in Love Liam x MC - @zaffrenotes

I love you Bryce x MC @annekebbphotography

Love: Long Distance Colt x MC - @client-327

Love - @witchwolfwrites

Finding Love Logan x MC- @lovemychoices

Distracted - @theartoflovingthomashunt

Edits:

Wedding Edit (Bastian x Olivia) - @sirbeepsalot

Cordonians Undercover: Kids - @the-soot-sprite

DAY 2 - TRUST

Our First Time Liam x MC- @jessiembruno

Trust Thomas Hunt x MC- @theartoflovingthomashunt

Edit:

Cordonians Undercover: TRUST - @the-soot-sprite

DAY 3 - KISS

Kisses over time Liam x MC- @jessiembruno

First Smile Bastien x Olivia - @sirbeepsalot

A View from the Sky Thomas Hunt x MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt

Second Chances: Chapter Six - Bitter Sweet - Hamid x MC @missameliep

Birthday Kiss Sawyer x MC - @annekebbphotography

One last kiss Naomi x F!MC - @queerchoicesblog

Art:

k-i-s-s-i-n-g Colt x MC - @client-327

DAY 4 - TEMPTATION

Toddlers and Cupcakes - @sirbeepsalot

Sticking to Tradition (Chris x MC) - @adrianadmirer

A Patient’s Benefits Ethan x MC- @bi-cookie

Temptation Thomas Hunt x MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt

It Was Mine Colt x MC- @annekebbphotography

Edit:

Cordonians Undercover: Temptation - @the-soot-sprite

DAY 5 - PASSION

Passion - @theartoflovingthomashunt

Appetites - Driam - @sirbeepsalot

Hummingbird Liam x MC- @zaffrenotes

Surprise - @annekebbphotography

Edit:

Cordonians Undercover: Passion - @the-soot-sprite

DAY 6 - CONSUME

You Never Loved Me Colt x MC @annekebbphotography

One Letter Colt x MC- @ladykateofhousebeaumont

Edit:

Consume: A Thomas Hunt x Scotch love story - @theartoflovingthomashunt

DAY 7 - VULNERABILITY

swear that i will wake up next to you Kamilah x MC - @aishasayeed

I only want to be with you Liam x MC- @jessiembruno

What if this is it for me? Thimas Hunt x MC @theartoflovingthomashunt

Edit:

Cordonians Undercover: Vulnerability - @the-soot-sprite

DAY 8 - LISTEN

write a slick song just to show you the world - F!Avery x MC @aishasayeed

Listen Thomas Hunt x MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt

i've never heard silence quite this loud Becca x MC @olivia-nevrakis-hbic

If this was a movie Colt x MC- @missameliep

*Quick Note : For those of you who missed the deadline for this weeks theme challenge, feel free to tag once you do finish your work. We will at them to the list later*

#playchoices #playchoices fic idea #choices october challenge

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tornbetween2loves · 5 years

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Hardships

This is a request from @sirbeepsalot for today’s prompt for the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic Today’s prompt is Hardships and the request was for a Driam pairing. This story is a continuation of a fic I wrote for the February challenge, Breaking Out of the Friend Zone. It takes place at the end of book 1 of TRR. This fic takes place during the coronation ball.

All characters belong to Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them.

Warnings: this fic may contain erotica so please don’t read if you’re under the age of 18.

Word Count: 2051

@kennaxval @indiacater @carabeth @bella-ca ca @boneandfur @bobasheebaby @stopforamoment @alesana45 @debramcg1106 @speedyoperarascalparty @drakewalkerwhipped @femmeshep @hhiggs @lizeboredom @pb-boeboe @writtenbycandy @katurrade @hopefulmoonobject @missevabean @walkerismychoice @eileendannie @museofbooks @jared2612 @h3llostrang3r @ooo-barff-ooo @cora-nova @jovialyouthmusic @gardeningourmet @innerpostmentality @furryperfectionlover @choiceslife @sirbeepsalot @strangerofbraidwood @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @bhavf @scalpeljockeybrycelahela @desiree-0816

Drake stood in front of the mirror, his face contorted in frustration as he tried to tie his bow tie. His fingers were literally shaking as he groaned and slammed his fist down on the bathroom sink. Liam approached him from behind and slipped his arms around his waist. He pressed his lips to the side of Drake’s neck, just below his earlobe. “Relax, my love. After tonight this will all be over. Everything will be out in the open.” Drake took a deep breath and let it out in a ragged sigh. His dark eyes made contact with Liam’s blue ones in the mirror. “Do I really have to wear this monkey suit?” Liam couldn’t help but smile at Drake’s disdain over the tuxedo. He spun Drake around to face him and expertly tied and straightened the bow tie. “Yes, you do have to wear it. Tonight is very special. You have to look the part. We already discussed this.”

Drake sighed and nodded slowly. “I know. And you’re right. I’m just not sure if I’ll ever get used to this.” He laced his fingers through Liam’s and kissed him softly. “But you’re worth it,” he said in a voice barely a whisper. They stood in an embrace for a few moments, Drake leaning his head on Liam’s shoulder. Then Liam pulled away and headed for the door. He turned to face Drake once more before opening the door. “This is it. Just one last night of the dog and pony show and I’m all yours. See you soon, love.” Drake watched as Liam walked out and closed the door behind him. Then he walked over to the bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. He poured himself a glass, downed it quickly, then poured another. He sat on the couch and took deep breaths as he swirled the whiskey around in his glass. He was waiting to see how the whiskey sat in the pit of his stomach. Whether it would be calming or make his nerves worse. He opted for the first choice and downed the second glass.

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Drake sat in the back of the room during the Coronation ceremony. He watched Liam’s suitors, all of them sat together in the front of the room. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he thought of the disappointment that awaited them. He closed his eyes and thought back to the night before when Liam told him about his intentions.

Drake collapsed into Liam’s arms, panting and sweaty. Liam wrapped his arms and legs around him as he pulled him close and kissed him softly. “My god Li, you feel so good. I can’t believe we wasted all those years not doing this.” Liam chuckled as he looked into Drake’s soft brown eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to make up for all that lost time.” Their lips crashed together passionately, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths until Liam broke the kiss, breathless. He pulled back to lock eyes with Drake. “I want to show you something. Wait here.” He unraveled his arms and legs from Drake’s and disappeared into the closet. He came back in a few moments holding a small box.

The color drained from Drake’s face as he sat up on the bed. “Wh-what’s that Li?” Liam smiled and sat down on the bed in front of him, face to face. He handed the box to Drake. Drake opened it and his mouth dropped open. The box held a tungsten wedding band. He removed it and held it in front of him to read the engraving on the inside. Tears welled up as he ran his fingers along the words, “My happiness comes from you.” The tears overflowed as he struggled to find the words to express what he was feeling. “Oh Li, I—I just don’t know what to say.” His emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know whether to be happy or sad or scared or what.

Liam, on the other hand, smiled confidently at Drake as he took both of his hands in his. The ring pressed into Drake’s palm as Liam held his hand tightly. “My love, I’m going to propose to you. At the Coronation ball. My plan is to choose you.” Tears ran down his cheeks as Drake looked at Liam with overwhelming happiness. His mouth dropped open as he tried to express what he was feeling. “Li, you know I love you with all my heart. But do you realize what a scandal this will create? You’ve just spent the past few months courting all these suitors and you’re expected to choose one to be your queen! People are going to freak out.” Liam shrugged. “I choose a Prince Consort instead of a queen. Sure, it may take some adjustment, and there may be some backlash.” Liam laced his fingers through Drake’s and brought his hand to his lips. He brushed his lips over his knuckles softly. “We can handle anything together, my love. You have to believe that.” He locked eyes with Drake, his blue pools swirling with love.

Drake melted as his doubts began to fade away. He took the ring and placed it back in the box and handed it to Liam. “Of course. You’re right. We will do it together. Just as we always have. We make a great team.” Liam nodded and smiled. “Yes we sure do. I can think of no one better to be at my side and help me rule this country.”

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Drake stood at the end of the line of suitors, not with them but a bit farther down with the crowd of onlookers watching as Liam stopped and shared a few words with each of them. The Coronation was over, Liam was now officially King of Cordonia. Drake beamed with pride as he watched his lover, all decked out in full king’s regalia. He couldn’t believe that out of all these beautiful women, Liam chose him. They locked eyes as Liam came to the end of the line and turned to face the crowd. Drake winked as Liam extended his hand to him and smiled at him warmly. He leaned forward and whispered softly in Drake’s ear, “Are you ready for this? It’s almost time.” Drake’s throat went dry as he nodded. He wished he could feel half as confident as Liam appeared to be. Liam released his grip on Drake’s hand and smiled as he moved along to greet the rest of the crowd.

The rest of the ball flew by in a blur. Drake made sure to stand where Liam had suggested, so he would have no trouble finding him. Drake didn’t hear the announcements, his heart was beating so wildly in his chest he feared it might burst. He kept his eyes locked on Liam as he followed his every movement around the room. After what seemed like an eternity, Drake watched as Liam turned around and locked eyes with him. Liam cleared his throat as he addressed the court. “Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I have an announcement. This may come as a shock to many of you but I have decided not to choose……”

Before he could finish a symphony of pings and vibrations swept through the crowd. Everyone pulled out their phones and after a few moments excited murmuring began to rip through the crowd. Drake tore his gaze from Liam and forced himself to look at his phone. The color drained from his face as he looked at the screen. He knew exactly when those photos of Riley and Tariq were taken and he knew it was a set up. He also knew Riley was Liam’s favorite choice by the public. When he looked up from his phone, Bastien and two other guards were already escorting Riley out of the ballroom. Drake locked eyes with Liam once more, both of them shared a helpless, pleading look. “Shit,” Drake mumbled under his breath as he turned away from Liam and pushed his way through the crowd and toward the exit. He stopped Bastien in the hallway by grabbing his arm. “Bas, wait!”

Bastien turned to face Drake as the other guards continued to escort Lady Riley out. “Bas, you know this isn’t right. She was framed.” Bastien sighed and shook his head. “Can you prove that with certainty?” Drake shook his head slowly. “Then there’s nothing we can do right now except escort her out of the country. I’m sorry.” Bastien turned and continued after the guards as Drake looked after them, defeated. He turned and walked back into the ballroom but immediately regretted it.

He walked into the ballroom just in time to see Liam on his knees in front of Madeline, an open ring box in his hand. Drake felt sick, the room was suddenly spinning as he heard Madeline squeal “Yes” with delight. The last thing he remembered was a crowd of people gathering around him as he laid on his back on the floor. There were voices all around that he couldn’t make out, but just as everything started to fade to black he heard the one that mattered. “Drake! I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Drake!”

Drake awoke with a start in a room that was pitch black. He couldn’t see a damn thing. He rolled over but quickly regretted it as a sharp pain seared through his head, from the back of his head to the front. It radiated out from his temples. He groaned as he rolled back over onto his back. “Drake? Are you awake?” Hot tears stung the corners of his eyes at the sound of Liam’s voice. All the memories of what happened came rushing back to him and made his head ache even more. “Li? What happened? Why is it so dark in here?” Drake soon found out the reason for the darkness when Liam switched on a dim lamp across the room. Even the dim light was almost unbearable as Drake groaned and squinted while his eyes adjusted to the light.

“The doctor said you have a concussion. You hit your head pretty hard when you passed out.” Drake tried to shake the confusion that was settling over him. “Passed out? I don’t remember. One minute I saw you on one knee in front of Madeline and the next everything was black.” Liam winced at the mention of his new fiancée. “It’s just a facade Drake, I promise. The people demanded I propose to someone. It was expected.” Drake’s eyes flew open and he sat up suddenly. He winced at the stabbing pain in his head but ignored it as he glared at Liam. “You were supposed to propose to me. Or had you forgotten?” His words came out so harsh it was a surprise even to himself. Liam sighed regretfully as he rubbed his hands down his face. “Yes of course I remember. I told you, this is just a facade. The people need time to recover from the scandal caused by the photos of Lady Riley. My first action as King had to show conformity and strength in light of what happened.”

Drake’s face was now contorted with anger. “Conformity and strength? What happened to us being a team? Dealing with the backlash and adjustments together?” He shook his head at Liam as he felt his heart break a little more with each word he spoke. Liam looked into Drake’s eyes, the blue pools pleading with him. “I’m sorry. But we will be together. This is just another hardship for us to overcome. We will be fine if we stick together. Please have faith in me Drake.”

It took every ounce of Drake’s strength to stand up and make his way to the door. He turned around to face Liam once more before he opened it. “I’m sorry. I had all the faith in the world in you until you got down on one knee in front of that wretched woman. I have to go. I can’t talk to you about this anymore right now.” He walked out the door as tears streamed down his face and he turned down the hall headed toward his room.

#choices fandom #long post #the royal romance #trr #driam #choices july challenge

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MFackenthal Reviews - minipost TRR - June 2019

TRR

Epiphany by @ao719

In this alternate version of the story of Liam x MC, Liam strung Daniella along until her name was cleared and then out of fear still chose Madeline. Dani is heartbroken. When she meets and starts to have feelings for another man, Elijah, will Liam be able to truly let her go? And do we want him to? I can’t decide! I need people to read this with me so we can debate. So far, I’m a big fan of Elijah. Plus, I need other people to yell at the author with me because she totally left the last chapter at a cliff hanger and I need to know how a confrontation with Liam and Elijah is going to go and I need to know NOW!

Forever by @debramcg1106

Liam, Riley, and Drake tried to make the love they each shared for each other work to disastrous effects. This is now a completed series – so come see how they finally got their happy ending. Driam fans – you need to read this!

Vengeance by @ao719

I’m tagging the first chapter of this series because it’s possible (but not likely – yet reality) that I’m behind in reading. So catch up with me! In this series, our main character – Colette … let’s just say she holds a grudge. Come find out why I have my eye on her because she seems to be putting dear Drake in a tough position.

Sweethearts by @elles-choices

Those who don’t learn from their past are doomed to repeat their mistakes. Liam really needs to do some more learning from his past in this series. But damn if he and Lola aren’t hot in those moments where they’re making new memories.

Listening to Her Heart by @bobasheebaby

Perceval entered Athena’s life at one of her lowest times. He builds her up and helps her survive while Liam continues his farce of an engagement tour with Madeline. When Liam finally breaks things off – who will Athena choose? Come read this series and then get lost with me in the amazing worlds that @bobasheebaby has created.

Guarded Hearts by @lolablackwrites

It’s possible that instead of sleeping last weekend, I binged this series. I felt fucking great after – so I highly suggest doing the same. Come fall in love with Bastien. See a deeper side to Bertrand. Come live in a little fear of the King and Queen. And, lastly, come see why Alice is an amazing MC!

The Lion Prince by @laniquelovewrites

As we all know – I don’t do favorites on this blog and in this list … but I do shoutouts and, seriously, everyone should read this fic. It features amazing artwork, you’ll feel nostalgia for Disney movies, and you’ll laugh histerically at Liam and mini-Drake. I laughed so hard that I had to share this one with my husband. He doesn’t know the characters and he laughed. Read it.

A Twist in the Tale by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Riley was poisoned, but she’s okay and we’ve learned some big news about the next generation. How do Liam and Riley react upon learning they’re pregnant?

Protect and Serve by @jovialyouthmusic

Sophia has come to Cordonia to serve the King and Queen. So far, Drake and Leo have hit on her. Bastien has refrained from doing so – but she’s definitely caught his eye … I’m only on chapter 2, but I can’t wait to catch up!

In the Shadows by @ao719

See Madeline finally be taken down! The writing is so good, you’ll be able to essentially see the bullets flying.

The Revelation by @the-everlasting-dream

Brief recap: Shortly after Drake gets the girl, the girl loses her memory. The girl has to decide all over again who to choose. She tentatively chooses Drake, again. Now: Drake is dating the girl but there are things he hasn’t told her yet. Kiara is threatening to out Drake before he is ready. Drake and Liam are finding their way back to friendship. It’s angst, it’s drama, it’s heartache – another amazing series to catch up on.

The Mark: The Partnership by @ownworldresident

Liam has a small obsession with the woman who tried to kill him. In defense – they shared some mind-blowing sex before that event. Drake is trying his best to help Liam see the error of his ways.

Drake’s Diary – The Homecoming Ball by @fluffy-marshmallow-heart

A retelling of TRR from Drake’s perspective. This penultimate chapter is full of fluff and drama!

In Another Life – by CGW ( @ao719, @speedyoperarascalparty, @leelee10898, @cocomaxley)

The group imagines what would happen if they hadn’t meant when they did. Will they all still find each other? Read this series to find out.

The Return by @ao719

The love of Liam’s life returns after she left 4 years ago – learn why she left, why we hate Constantine, and if Liam will get a happy ending after all.

Coming Home by @speedyoperarascalparty

Quench your thirst for Drake here. NSFW

TTS: Part 48 by @choicesfanatic86

Oh my gosh – she’s back!!! Welcome back @choicesfanatic86! Liam and Riley have not been able to make things work, but Riley is pregnant and Liam is determined to show her how they could make it work. Andy and Maxwell have been able to make things work. The besties talk about life.

Fan Art

https://jadequarze.tumblr.com/post/184599188852/aiyooooo-%CF%89-its-the-gang-from-trr-i-was by @jadequarze

#MFackenthal Reviews TRR #This post represents 100s of fics - literally #Guarded hearts alone has 34 chapters #I read all 34 chapters in like 36 hours #It was worth it #Liam x MC #Drake x MC #Driam #AU #Bastien x MC #Maxwell x MC #sorry no Hana x MC in this one

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ao719 · 4 years

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Hi! Can you please do #4 from those Greys Anatomy prompts? Any pairing you want! Thank you!

Ok, anon! This is from this prompt list.

Pairing: Driam

Prompt #4 (will appear in bold) - “If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.” —Mark Sloan

Thanks to @dcbbw for prereading 😘

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Liam walked across the palace grounds headed towards the stables in search of one Drake Walker. His pace was slow, taking his time as his mind churned with questions. Over the past couple of weeks Drake had been acting…odd. He seemed to be almost avoiding Liam, and when he did find himself in Drake’s suddenly hard to come by presence, the conversations were much shorter than usual, as were the shared looks of longing they had given each other over the recent months.

Is it me?

He wondered if he had done something to upset him, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what that could be. He thought back to the time before the sudden shift in Drake and nothing came to mind. Things between them had actually seemed good, at least to Liam. Sure, over the years they had moments between the two of them, but Liam only ever saw himself as more of a placeholder for Drake; someone to get him through until the next woman landed in his bed.

They would share these moments in the depths of the night and the next day go back to just Liam and Drake, as though nothing had happened. But in the recent months, since the night of celebrating Maxwell’s twenty first birthday in Ramsford, things had shifted in their dynamic. Liam and Drake began having more of those moments, spending more time together outside of their typical day to day friendship. And their times together seemed to be filled with more than just needing a release. There was something different.

Is it us? Is it too much?

Liam never told Drake how he really felt. How could he? He was his best friend and they had a mutual respect and understanding. And he certainly never showed those feelings either. Their times together were made to seem as absolutely nothing more than something cathartic for the both of them. While there was mutual respect and understanding, Liam knew those feelings he secretly held for his best friend were not mutual. And he chose not to break his own heart even more by telling him and being rejected, shuddering at the thought of that conversation even happening. He was content with silently pining, with being the only person who knew how he felt, knowing there would never be more. It was easier than exposing his true thoughts and feelings. He knew if he did, he would lose him in more ways than one.

But over the past few months, their times together started to feel like there was something else there. They began to feel like they had more meaning than just a catharsis. Drake began to look at him differently, his smile was warmer, his touches lasted longer. But Liam tried to shake off any thoughts, telling himself that it was simply because it was happening more than before and that’s why he was thinking that way. And maybe Drake felt like it was too much, and that’s why he seemed to be acting so distant the past couple of weeks.

And although they normally didn’t talk about things like this, they didn’t talk about anything regarding them, Liam couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, why he was acting differently. His curiosity won and he found the question consuming him, unable to focus on anything else. He needed to know.

Liam looked up as he slowly approached the stables. He knew he would be there. And when he approached the door, sure enough, there he was. He stroked the muzzle of the auburn horse, quietly talking to him as he did, his chestnut hair slightly falling over his eyes. “He seems content with you,” Liam spoke and Drake snapped his gaze over to him at the sound of his voice.

They stared at one another for a moment before Drake looked away from him. “Hey, Li. What are you doing down here?”

“I, uh…actually wanted to come talk to you…” Liam’s heart raced as he rocked on the balls of his feet, for some reason feeling nervous about even bringing this up.

“Oh?” Drake asked as he moved to the barrel of dried cut up apples and oats, scooping a heap full into a large tin bucket before placing it on a hook in the auburn horses stall.

“Yeah…do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” Drake nodded. He motioned to the door as he walked by Liam and headed outside. They walked over to a bench that overlooked the palace grounds and Drake took a seat. Liam sat next to him and stayed quiet for a moment as he tried playing out this conversation in his head, trying to prepare himself for what he may hear. “So what’s up?” Drake broke the silence.

“Well…” he trailed off letting out a breath. “I just noticed that you seemed…different the last couple of weeks…like you’ve been avoiding me. I just…wondered if I had done something…”

Drake could hear the nervousness in Liam’s tone and took in the way he was running in palms along the lengths of his thighs, not making eye contact with him when he spoke. Liam never acted this way. He always moved and spoke with this air of confidence about him. And in that moment Drake wondered why Liam was the one who seemed so nervous. Was it Liam’s fault Drake was acting odd and distant? No. But he was the reason. So if anything, Drake felt as though he should be the one acting that way, not Liam.

“No, Li…you didn’t do anything…” Liam finally looked over at him, a bit of relief filling his features. “I’ve just…had some stuff on my mind.”

“Girl problems?” He smirked.

Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “Nah, not that. Just…” he trailed off. He wanted to be honest with him, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. “I mean…no not exactly…”

What does that mean? “Anything I can help with?”

Drake met his gaze. “Uh, no…no, I don’t think so…”

“Try me.”

Drake looked at him for a moment before he nodded. “Ok…I just…there’s someone that I think I have feelings for…strong feelings. And I’m not quite sure what to do…because I can’t tell them.”

Liam felt his heart sink as he looked away from him and out across the grounds, the setting sun shedding a golden glow over the palace off in the distance. He didn’t know why, he had prepared himself for a moment like this to come eventually, knowing it could never be, knowing that he never stood a chance, but the crushing feeling that filled his chest at hearing him say that he had feelings for someone, someone who wasn’t him, it hurt.

“You say strong feelings…so do you…do you love this person?”

Drake nodded. “Yeah…I think I do. And honestly…it scares the shit out of me.”

I wish it were me. “Why can’t you tell them?”

“It’s just…way too complicated. Too much is at stake. And I know that they don’t feel the same…so it’s pretty damn pointless for me to even say anything.” They sat there silent for a long moment. “What do you think I should do?” Drake finally asked. He wasn’t sure why he asked, especially Liam of all people, but he found himself needing to know what he would do if he were in his shoes.

They looked at one another and Liam swallowed thickly before looking away again. “I think…if you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.”

You’re such a hypocrite, Liam scolded himself, you can’t even take your own damn advice. But anyone who was loved by Drake should consider themselves lucky, so he felt that whoever this person was, they deserved to know how he felt about them.

Drake stared at Liam taking in his words. “Ok then…” Without a second thought he reached over taking Liam’s hand. Liam looked down as Drake’s fingers laced through his, furrowing his brows before looking up to meet his gaze, feeling his heart thundering in his chest. “It’s you, Li…” A sharp breath left Liam as he stared into Drake’s chocolate eyes, seeing that look in them and that warm smile crossing his lips. “I love you…”

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years

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Together, Apart

A Driam fic from Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed

Part Three

If you do not like Poly, or men being intimate with each other, pass this by…smutty AF, NOT suitable for under 18s. Not sure how to tag, so if you are tagged and don’t like it, please let me know and I’ll remove you from the list.

There were times of the month when Lucy was not up for any intimacy, or other times when she was just sick. One such night, she was recovering from a tummy bug and couldn’t bear either of them near her. Drake wanted to play nursemaid and she lay in bed, the sheets rumpled and her face pale. Drake hovered by the door, wearing only pyjama bottoms, his chest bare – he knew she was sick as the sight of his hairy chest usually broke down any defences she had.

‘Go away Drake, I feel gross’ she moaned ‘I don’t want either of you getting sick so close to the charity ball. You can do anything you like, just don’t come back in here for at least 24 hours.’ Drake pouted, unwilling to leave her alone, but suddenly she shot out of bed to the bathroom and he heard her throwing up again. She reappeared, skin waxy and looking weak.

‘I mean it Drake – get out before you come down with it too’ Drake hesitated, conflicted ‘It’s fine Drake, please – Grace will call the doctor if necessary, but I’m sure it’s just a 24 hour thing.’ He slouched, scuffing his bare feet over the carpet.

‘Okay, but I hate not being able to make you feel better.’

Lucy flopped back into bed.

‘You can make me feel better - get out you big goof, and leave me to suffer in peace’ She tried to throw a pillow at him, but it fell short, and he finally gave up. He roamed the corridors back to his room, loping along with no idea of what he wanted to do - except he was feeling horny. His feet took him to Brad’s room and he found himself knocking on the door. Brad called him in, and he entered to find him sitting in bed reading some official papers, wearing…

‘Glasses? Since when do you start wearing glasses?’ asked Drake. Brad looked at him over the rim, and he was astounded to feel a twitch in the area of his groin. It was damn sexy and made him feel like he’d been naughty. He shook his head to dispel the idea. Getting physical with Brad was just a means to an end, not something he sought out.

‘These? I only wear them for reading, I was finding it a bit hard focusing, I must be reading too much’ he replied ‘How’s Lucy?’

‘Sick’ Drake said, sitting glumly on the edge of the bed. ‘She told me to stay away in case I got sick too.’

‘Let me guess – you’re feeling horny and came to see if I’d oblige’

‘I guess so’ Drake said sheepishly. Brad sighed and put down the papers

‘I suppose it’s the best offer I’m going to get too. Here, put these papers on the desk and hop in’ Drake grinned, tossing the papers on the desk ‘Careful – don’t…’ the papers fell on the floor and scattered. Brad sighed ‘Never mind. Just get in before you do any more damage’ Drake stripped out of his pyjama bottoms and slipped under the covers

‘Now what – do we snuggle?’ he grinned, sliding his hand up Brad’s thigh. Brad’s breath hitched, and he took his glasses off. Drake sucked his breath in, resisting the temptation to tell him to keep them on and speak sternly to him. That was an avenue he didn’t want to go down. He let his hand slide over Brad’s length, growing by the second. He grinned.

‘So did you have this hard on before I got into bed or after?’ he asked teasingly. Brad blushed

‘That’s for me to know…’ he said in a huff.

‘You know I don’t think of you in that way, don’t you, Brad’ Drake said earnestly. ‘I trust you and this…’ he indicated the two of them in bed together ‘Is just two friends helping each other out, right?’ Brad rolled his eyes.

‘Of course’

‘Then get those pyjama bottoms off, Brad. Easy access y’know’ Brad shifted in the bed, but Drake stopped him.

‘Woah man, let’s make the most of it. Do you strip like that for Lucy? Make a show of it’

‘I didn't notice you doing a striptease’ Brad grumbled, and got out of bed. Drake snorted.

‘You are so easy Brad – I was kidding, you don’t have to go all seductive on me’ Brad grimaced, and leapt up on the bed, straddling Drake so that he was held down by the bedclothes. He leaned forward and swiftly cupped his chin, kissing him roughly on the mouth. Drake drew back in surprise - but not straight away, succumbing for a moment before staring at Brad, confused.

‘A kiss is a kiss, Drake’ panted Brad ‘We have a connection. It’s more than just buddies – but it still includes Lucy.’ Drake’s face remained impassive for what seemed an age.

‘I- I’m not in love with you, Brad’ he said ‘It’s just physical, no emotional attachment. I’d do anything for you Brad, but I don’t love you – like that’

‘Neither do I’ Brad replied ‘But I need just a little more from you for this – threeway thing – to work. I don’t want to be turned off at the idea of two men together. It’s just – a sideline, secondary to my love and passion for Lucy. Do you understand?’ Drake nodded slowly.

‘Okay, yes I do, otherwise I wouldn’t be in your bedroom while Lucy’s out of action.’ he said simply. Brad sat back, freeing Drake from the sheets.

‘So what now?’ asked Brad You’re the one who seems to have the inspiration.’

‘Take your clothes off and we take each other in hand – and use Lucy for inspiration’ Drake replied. Brad nodded and got off the bed to slip out of his pyjama bottoms. Drake sat propped up by the pillows, legs wide as Brad climbed on the bed again. Drake motioned him to sit facing him, legs straddled over his thighs so they had access to each others’ groin. Drake reached for the canister of lube and put some into Brad’s palm and his own, and they let it sit for a few moments to warm up before reaching – Brad for Drake and Drake for Brad’s member, both still ready for action. Drake started, his fingers wrapping round his friend’s length.

‘Have you ever noticed how she closes her eyes when she kisses you?’ he asked ‘how much fun would it be to blindfold her and make her work out who is who – keep switching until she doesn’t know any more?’ He drew his hand down to Brad’s balls, and he groaned in appreciation.

‘I love watching you fuck her’ he admitted ‘I love seeing the look on her face as you pick up the speed. Slow or fast, it’s phenomenal’ Drake closed his eyes as Brad’s hand closed around him and started a slow stroke.

‘She looks so hot when she rides you’ Drake said huskily ‘Her breasts bouncing, hair swinging’

‘When she looks at you while you’re balls deep’ groaned Brad, his grip on Drake firm ‘Filling her over and over’

‘The noises she makes when she’s going to come’ Drake murmured, picking up speed ‘it’s enough to push me over the edge’ Brad chuckled, eyes closed, focusing on coordinating with Drake whilst enjoying the stimulation his friend provided.

‘Feeling her when she comes – how she shakes and shudders’ Brad added, feeling his release approaching.

‘She flushes just after’ Drake groaned ‘just watching her come apart – there’s nothing like it’

‘When you flipped her over the other day – that was such a turn on’ Brad asserted.

The two men seemed to run out of inspiration, becoming quiet for a moment before Brad leaned forward to kiss Drake again like he had before – and Drake didn’t resist. Their breath came faster, mouths open and tongues exploring , Brad feeling his balls tighten and he groaned into Drake who picked up the speed. He jerked and shuddered at his release, his seed spurting out onto his belly and Drake’s. Drake broke the kiss and leaned into Brad’s shoulder, resting his forehead there and taking his hand to cover Brad’s as his rhythm faltered, gasping and shaking as he also came, their seed mingling on each other’s bodies. They leaned on each other for a while, breathing hard as they came down. It was Brad who moved first, fetching a washcloth to clean them both down. Drake started to get out of the bed, but Brad put his hand on his arm.

‘You can stay if you like’ he said ‘no need to go if you’re comfortable’ Drake thought for a moment, and lay back, patting the bed beside him.

‘As long as you’re not the big spoon again’ he joked ‘and feel fee to kick me out if you change your mind – it’s your bed after all’ Brad grinned.

‘Deal’ he said, and lay down with his back to Drake. After a while, Drake rolled over toward him and threw his arm over him before falling into a deep sleep...

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#driam #trr driam #drake x liam #liam x drake fanfiction #drake x liam fanfiction

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Top 3 Challenge

Thanks @bobasheebaby, @sirbeepsalot and @bebepac for the tag. I thought too hard on these lol

What are your Top 3 creations/fics and why?

Witness Protection (In Progress)

Summary: This series follows Drake after he sees a man who looks like and shares the same name with his father, who died 20 years prior.

Why it’s Top 3: So far it has been my favorite series to write and I get to give a more depth look into minor characters such as Jackson and Eleanor. I also really like the blend of flashbacks and present day events so that there’s a constant flow of progression. Plus it seems to be a fan fave.

Letting Loose (Completed)

Summary: This mini series follows Madeleine on an 8-day adventure in Turkey.

Why it’s top 3: It’s the only legit mini series I’ve been able to start and end as a mini series (oops). But it gives a different take of Madelene and her breaking free from the mold Pixelberry gave her. It was also a nice segway from it’s main series A Royal Mess which was my first AU series EVER.

Windsor Knot (One Shot)

Summary: A quick look at a morning with Drake and Liam, where Liam is riding the struggle bus.

Why it’s top 3: It’s part of my Driam one shots and shows them as boyfriends rather than husbands which I thought was cute. It takes a simple task of tying a tie and makes it more intimate and the conversation they share is emotional. It’s also the piece that birthed my favorite lines: “Drake knows exactly what Liam means, he’s seen it. While the Crown prides itself on stoic leaders, Liam’s stoic façade cracks when Drake is upset or mad at him. He could bring the future king to his knees and he knew it.”

What are your fave pieces: @choiceslife @ao719 @burnsoslow @annekebbphotography @justanotherrookie and whoever sees this and wants to do it!

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bobasheebaby · 5 years

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Writers you should be reading...

The big fish. These are the blogs I consider to be more popular because I see them in my dash over and over everyday. (Believe me I am not complaining I love them!) I will probably end up with a big fish part two down the road so look out for that.

Choices:

@boneandfur she is who got me started on my crack pairs. Her crack pairs mostly leave me wanting more. She has an incredible brain and has so much to read and such a unique and beautiful writing style. Masterlist

@walkerismychoice such a beautiful person and writer. She actually helped me develop Drake back when I started writing and is also one of the people who gave me courage to write. I absolutely adore Queen of Hearts, her poly couple (my fault and I’m not sorry) and her Driam. Masterlist

@drakewalkerwhipped she has me constantly saying I didn’t need my heart it’s okay. She has a way of ripping your heart out but keeping you coming back for more. She got me hooked with Supposed to Be, I await my weekly scream fest with Autumn Blues and I can’t get enough of her Driam or poly couple. Masterlist

@darley1101 I don’t ship Drake & Olivia yet she is one of the few writers I keep going to for just that. Wanna know what it would be like if D&D MC went on a killing rampage? She has you. She also writes Jake x F!MC, Estella x M!MC, friendship fics, Parker Shaw, and Beckett. Masterlist

@blackcatkita her fluff queen crown is slipping but I love her anyway. What if Liam found out about Drake & MC’s kiss after they were married? It’s a bumpy ride for sure. She is also branching out to write Mark, Adrian, Damien & Sawyer. Masterlist

@hellospunkiebrewster killed Liam, runaway king x MC, Bertrand with sugar gliders, what if D&D was simply a movie? Chanvi that I need to read. She showed me you can kill a beloved character and not be run off the site. Masterlist

@the-everlasting-dream a Drake stan who loves to torture Drake. She is another one who keeps ripping my heart out and yet I keep going back for more. Masterlist

@debramcg1106 I got hooked on her poly and Driam series even if they break and hurt me. I think I have an angst problem. Masterlist

@lizeboredom I’m so terribly behind on well everything. I did love what I read of her TRR/PM crossover though. Masterlist

Supernatural:

@ladywinchester1967 she mostly writes Dean, but everything I’ve had time to read is truly amazing! I wish there was enough time in the day to binge everything she writes. Masterlist

@kittenofdoomage tread with care, please read the warnings of her fics before you read. Some can go dark but even the dark fics are amazing! And she loves John and writes him with respect he deserves. Also has TWD and some Marvel. Masterlist

@bamby0304 someone else who can go a bit dark at times but trust me it’s worth the read. Also has some TWD and Teen Wolf. Masterlist

@waywardnerd67 do you need a dose of fluff with your Winchester love? This is who you go to. No questions asked she is the fluffiest girl I know in this fandom. Masterlist

@waywardbaby is it hot in here? Damn she knows how to make you need a cold shower. It may be because she’s the queen of hell but her smut is on fire! Masterlist

@crashdevlin someone I just started reading but I’m enjoying what I’ve read so far. She has a bit of a dark and twisted brain so I am so completely there! Masterlist

@supersleepygoat another one who is dark twisty and oh so angsty but we know that’s my thing. Masterlist

#fic recs #choices fic recs #bobasheebaby recommends #e recommends #spn fic recs #long post

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resetmypatientviolence · 5 years

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Their First Valentine’s [Part 2] (Drake x MC x Liam)

Pairing: Drake x Jaela x Liam (and Driam, bless)

Word Count: 3,233

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, Mature

Song Accompaniment: Not Afraid Anymore-- Halsey

Description: Now that dinner is done, Drake, Jaela, and Liam celebrate their first Valentine’s Day as a trio in full smutty glory.

Author Note: It’s smut. All smut. Some fluff. You have been warned. Other Poly adventures are found on my Masterlist, in the description of my blog.

“Mm… you look good in that,” Liam appraises, eyeing her in the robe he bought for her. For all three of them. They’re all different colors, thank god, and she has to say that his looks good too, everything on display. She leaves hers cut down low, bra that leaves so little to the imagination showing.

They clink champagne glasses, leaving her gaze clear where it rests—his dick—even as they sip. “Mm, yours does too. And I’m sure Drake, if he’d let us in the bedroom. Ahem.”

She willingly took the long way, of course, but now—well, it’s long overdue to get this night going. And she still has to find a time to give the boys their presents, all this attention being lavished on her and she has nothing to show for it. So they thin—

“Okay, okay, it’s ready,” Drake says stepping out, naked. Identical smiles appear on Liam and Jaela’s faces at the sight. Drake grins sheepishly as they approach, hands instantly touching his body, taking in the taunt muscles on display for them. Working with his hands has been the best thing done for him, in Jaela’s opinion. The hours she’s spent kissing every inch of him, usually alongside Liam these days…

“I feel overdressed,” Jaela purrs, brushing Liam’s hand at Drake’s pelvis, both greedy in their want for him. Drake loops arms around their shoulders, smirking, cock twitching.

“The robe was wonderful, Li, but I figured you two wouldn’t want to wait…” And they enter the bedroom, Liam and Jaela dropping their hands, jaw dropped. There’s more roses—there were none before—and fresh flower petals litter the floor, some on the bed, and candles further adding an air of romance to the so warm room, under a comforting glow.

Liam nuzzles Drake’s neck and takes Jaela’s nearly finished glass, setting it on the nearest dresser. “Where did you hide more, Drake?”

Jaela watches Drake’s answer, eyes trained on his lips as he grips her by the hips and turns her towards him, slowly, delicately undoing the silk tie, pushing off her robe, not breaking eye contact with her as it pools at her feet. “I hid them in the shed after I picked off the petals for this. I know it’ll be a mess to clean…” Fingers trail between her breasts, tugging on the front of her barely there bra, two pairs of eyes on her.

There’s a sharp breath, Liam behind her, unhooking her bra, lips kissing her neck. “It’s not a mess, Drake,” Jaela says, head falling back to Liam’s still robed shoulder when Drake kneads her breasts, rolling the nipple, erect dick brushing over her covered pussy, the thong not much of barrier. Liam’s hand guides her hips now, moving her towards the bed.

“Not at all, Drake… it’s perfect. I don’t know why we thought we’d be in for another movie night…” Liam says, both men before Jaela at the bed. Her breath quickens and they carefully push her back on the bed at the same time. Liam’s still clothed, so Jaela scoots back, warm all over, ready for the show.

“You gonna get that robe off of him, Drake?” Jaela teases, allowing her hand the slide over her chest, tweaking the nipple, then stroking her clit over the thong, even wetter than she was a dinner, eyes trained on the men.

There’s something about the way they treat other—it’s hot, yes, watching Drake undress Liam, their lips against each other, Liam stroking him as they kiss, leaving red marks on each other, trails of their affection. But it’s not just that. It’s love. Their desire for one another clear the first time they had a threesome, then the time after that… then that third time, when emotion and desire and the joy of physical touch flood into one beautiful moment, years of desire seeping through.

So, Jaela enjoys watching, only love for them, moaning when Drake drops to his knees and takes all of Liam. “Ugh, no fair…” Jaela mutters, smirking. Liam grips Drake hair, guiding his pace, and looks to her, running a hand up and down her shin.

“Your patience will be rewarded, my Queen…” Jaela gulps, locking eyes with Drake for a moment as he slowly circles the tip of Liam’s cock, eyes glittering, Liam shuddering, then draws him back into his mouth.

“Fuck,” her and Liam say at the same time, a hot coil in her core threatening to burst already. “I could come just fucking watching this…” she murmurs and the men chuckle, both hands in Drake’s hair down, Liam’s head thrown back, moving his hips to the beat of Drake’s motion, lips slick with saliva and Liam’s pre-cum.

They don’t respond, lost to each other, and Jaela slips the thong to the side, shuddering as she circles her clit, toes curling from the pleasure. Liam gives his familiar moan, one right before he comes, fingers flexing then tightening in Drake’s hair, holding him still as he comes uttering his name.

It doesn’t take long for Drake to swallow, looking up at Liam, hands on his thighs. Then, he slowly licks every last drop, tongue flicking Liam’s slit as Jaela comes herself, quietly, head thrown back, panting. And she’s barely been touched, hand dropping to the sheets, gripping a rose petals, both her and Liam breathing heavy.

Shut eyes prevent her from seeing what happens next, but she feels the bed dip and hands caress her body, then tug at the thong. “Mm… seems like somebody enjoy that show…”

She goes to open her eyes, but gasps when the silk tie from Liam’s present greet her instead. “Is this okay?” Drake whispers and she nods, eagerly, lifting her head to let him tie it. Liam kisses up her inner thighs as Drake ties it.

“Good girl,” Liam whispers when she shivers when he traces the line of the thong, clit oh so sensitive. “I know you like a show…”

“But we also know how much you like playing games Abdi,” Drake finishes, then lowers his mouth to a nipple as Liam removes the thong with his teeth, parts her thighs and then dives into her core with his fingers moments later, tongue eagerly lapping at her clit, teeth gently grazing it, prompting her hips to rise.

Fuck, she loves this, their mouths pleasuring her in all the spots that drive her wild: breasts, clit, thighs, inner arm—everywhere that their mouths and fingers touch, she yearns to cry out in pleasure, coil tight and building the longer they worship her body like a Goddess, the two men desperate for a taste.

At first, Jaela has a hand on each head, but somebody pins her wrists down, their breaths quick. “Guess,” comes a whisper, both of their mouths off her body. There’s some shifting and she can. She frowns, then bites her lip when two fingers—she thinks—enters her and a tongue finds purchase on her clit, circling it, their bodies so close to her—but who is who?

How can she even formulate thoughts knowing that two men are pleasuring her at once, taking their sweet time—and there’s definitely a third finger now, her slick juices louder than the music that played in the background. So, she only moans, shaking her head. “I—I don’t know…”

Thighs are pushed up for better access and her hands are freed, but she leaves them over her head, somebody running the back of their hand along her side, down the curves. They both moan low under their breaths and she knows that they’re enjoying the sight, the feel of her, only wanting them.

“Maybe…” She starts, coming again from their joint effort, but neither stop. Wait—they don’t stop—so—“Li… Liam’s fingering me and Drake’s— shit!” The wave of orgasm startled her for Drake presses down with his tongue and Liam digs his nails into her thigh, one heel slipping on the sheets, gripping them with her hands. “Fuck…”

Drake’s mouth moves away and Liam clearly takes his turn, savoring her, licking every last drop, those little touches making her ready for more, even if half spent. “Do you want this off?” Liam asks, crawling up beside her. Jaela smiles, hand running down his abs, pussy pulsing with the thrill of orgasm and the ache for more… and more….

“No,” she says, Drake crawling on the other side of her. “It… heightens everything. Makes things…”

“More intense?” Drake says, cock twitching in her hand. Liam’s does too. “I know. I love it.”

A hand from each roves her willing body, already gearing for the next round. “And I love see you both in them…” She expects lips on her, but hears them kissing over her while she strokes both of them, their legs all intertwined, Jaela resists the urge to roll her eyes, using her thumb to circle the pre-cum on both, Drake nearly come again by the way his hips move or how he sounds while he kisses Liam, elbow brushing her chest.

Liam kneads her breast, and while she can’t see how they kiss, there’s certainly going to be bruises in the morning. “Fuck,” Drake gasps minutes later, pulling from Liam’s lips. “I’m gonna come—”

And he moves fast, Jaela moving with him, releasing Liam as Drake straddles her, removing her makeshift blindfold, tangling his fingers in her hair as he comes on her chest, gasping for breaths. Jaela smiles, nails digging into his ass, Liam watching them with a satisfied smirk, Drake thrusting, the last of his come landing between her breasts. “God… I love you Jaela…”

“Don’t forget about me…” Liam says, lips a hairs breath away from Jaela, looking into her eyes. Drake rolls off, laying on his back. She smirks.

“Doubt he will with the hickies you’ve left him. Don’t you think I didn’t know what you two were doing while I got you off.”

Liam chuckles, touching her breast, sliding his finger and swirling the come there. “Ah, do I detect some jealously?”

“Never,” she says, then kisses him hard. Liam eagerly kisses back, tongue between her lips in seconds, gliding and teasing until they move down to her neck, alternating between sucking hard and biting gently while Drake excuses himself, pouring a glass of whiskey, watching them kiss. Hands fly everywhere, Liam’s fit body pressed close, dick pressing against her entrance—then pulling away, the tease not unwelcome.

Drake’s dark eyes grow darker—darkest as Jaela’s ever seen them—when Liam kisses down her collar bone… then to her chest, slowly licking the cum there, Jaela’s watching Drake’s reaction. Oh… she loves that look. It rarely comes out, Drake far more open to being completely under their control (handcuffs, ties, anything that involves calling Liam my King…), but there’s something about his dominate side that takes over and leaves them begging for more. And more. And—

The last of the cum is gone, courtesy of Liam taking his time with teasing broad strokes of his tongue, saliva cool across her shining body, slick with sweat, and Drake sets down his empty glass. “Jaela,” Drake says low and sharp, the tone causing Liam to look up from kissing down her stomach. “Get on top.”

Glee courses through her, along with arousal, of course. “As you wish.” Liam’s more than willing to roll over, Jaela straddling him, hands across his chest, hair falling over her shoulder. Liam’s excited, grinning, feeling her ass, eyes greedily taking in her body.

“You know you just got more beautiful after three kids…”

She rolls her eyes. They can say how much they love her body now, stretch marks and all, from heaven to hell and she’d still roll her eyes. But it’s a nice gesture. But it’s not going to make her sink down, letting his cock stretch her. She merely grinds on his dick slowly, Drake coming behind her, watching her. “That won’t make me ride you…” Liam slaps her ass softly, smirking.

“It was worth a shot.”

“Besides,” Drake says, kissing her from shoulder to neck, tilting her head to the side. “I didn’t say she could yet. Or how.”

Liam’s eyebrow raise. “So, what made dominate Drake come out tonight?”

Drake smirks, brushing her clit. A cap pops off, the strawberry lube, and Jaela shivers in anticipation. She knows what’s next. “You two were right. It’s goddamn hot to be in public and know that I’m fucking the two people next to me. The look on the woman’s face? How easy it was to make Jaela wet and you hard by just feeding you dessert? I’m in a mood to make you both scream. Jaela, turn around. Then fuck him.”

The sudden turn from the slow, sultry speech—with a jump from Liam, the lube cool—to his command sends a burst of warmth low in her belly and she listens, more than happy to oblige. Drake positions himself, Liam’s legs wrapped around him, Liam meanwhile caresses Jaela’s ass, and Jaela positions herself over Liam, Drake helping steady her.

After a moment, all three breathless, Jaela and Drake lock eyes—then move, Liam stretching her while Drake enters him. Liam’s strangled cry of ecstasy is music to their ears, candlelight flicker in their reflection in the rose filled room, a room that’s filled with love—and only love—365 days a year. Only more since they decided that this isn’t just Jaela loving both men—it’s everybody fully committed and in love with each other, their need to spend the rest of eternity together the only thing they needed in the world.

And right now, that’s Drake and Jaela’s lips meeting as she rides Liam and he thrusts long and slow into him. Drake kisses hard, pulling on her lip, a sharp contrast to the slow and gentle pace he took with Liam. Jaela desperately wants to bounce on his dick, fast like Liam adores, but she tries to match Drake’s pace, feeling how Liam reacts, how he shudders and how close Drake is to her, hand on the back of her neck, other holding Liam’s thigh.

Time—as always when they fuck—no make love—like this, the three coming together with mutual pleasure to be shared all around—doesn’t matter. Only their cues of the others, the quickness of their breath, how they touch, how the sound, saying their names over and over, how they kiss and beg for more—is what matters the most.

It could be hours. It could be minutes. All Jaela knows is that Drake picked up his pace as some point as did she, noses touching as they fuck Liam, the man nearly writhing beneath them. Drake pulls away from her and Jaela sets her hands on Liam’s thighs, keeping her balance near the edge of the bed. “Mm,” Drake comments. “I—I like watching you ride him like that.”

“And I love it. And love listening to him.”

They can manage sentences. Liam at this point, when he’s so caught like this, cannot. He can only gasp and groan with curled toes, nails biting into her ass as he gets close, caught in total bliss from head to toe. “He’s close—”

Drake circles her clit, pressing hard as she rides Liam, her eyes widening. “And now are you,” he says, then kisses her again. The pressures building—hot and warm and ready to burst—but maybe if they time this right…. Maybe they can all at once. It’s been enough time to know.

Liam’s hips jerk, nails run down her back—and that sound happens. He’s almost there, Jaela circling just like he likes, filling her completely, sheets needing to be changed below them. Drake’s close too, thrusting hard, unable to properly kiss, grunting through grit teeth as he focuses on making Liam feel just right—

And she’s there too, sore and tired but energized and ready to that coil about to—

“Fuck!” They scream at once, Liam starting to cum first, holding Jaela down, cursing a storm; Drake’s next, teeth digging into her shoulder as he cums hard; and then Jaela’s there moments later, head falling on Drake’s shoulder, pulling his sweaty body to her, hearts pounding in unison as orgasm courses through their joined bodies, completely perfect on their first Valentine’s.

Then, as it should have always been, they collapse on the bed, both on either side of Liam, all completely spent.

For this round, at least.

Both Drake and Jaela nuzzle and set their heads on Liam’s heaving chest, the delicious ache of love making in every part of their bodies. Liam strokes both of their heads slowly, music still playing… but Jaela could fall asleep right here, right now, because this evening was simply… perfect.

Liam and Drake got their time, too—and likely would in that shower when she’s asleep—and she’s basked in love never thought possible. The dinner, the positions, the surpr--

“Don’t fall asleep!” she shouts, sitting up.

“Jaela, what the fuck—”

“My love, are you—”

Liam and Drake blink sleepily startled at her. “We need to clean up first anyways, but also…” She scurries to the corner of the room and pulls the two boxes out of her work bag. She hops on the bed, all the tiredness gone. The men sit up. “Okay, so,” Jaela starts, face warming. For all that post-coital bliss, the nerves still run high. She hands each one to them. “Don’t open yet. But… I know we said we wouldn’t do anything big….” All three chuckle, the room evident of that lie. And Drake’s body, Liam giving him generous marks.

“But I still wanted to get something special. Something that’s important to all of us. Something that…” She glances at her two rings. “Something that we can all share and have a symbol of what we are as one, but also what we are as a couple, when it’s just the two of us. So… you can open…”

She watches with bated breath as they open together, eyes wide as they inspect the watches.

“Jae…” Drake breathes, pulling it out, touching the sides. “You didn’t need to…”

“My love,” Liam says, touching her cheek. “You didn’t need to… you don’t make this kind of money…”

“I saved, but that doesn’t matter. I wanted this for you two. I have the rings… and you have nothing. Turn them over and see…” She stops when they do just that, eyes watery, fingers tracing the three dates there. Jaela kisses their cheeks and settles in between them, smiling as they admire the dates that mean the world. The only dates that matter—aside from the birthdays of their children and each other—in their happy world, one they crafted for themselves despite the trauma of the past. “It wasn’t ready yet… but I also got a locket, as cheesy as that is. It has all four dates, because… because I don’t ever want to forget them. They’re the beginning of everything, the beginning of us.”

All three look up at the same time, eyes glistening with tears, bodies pressed against each other. They say, “I love you,” at the same time and curl into each other, holding each other close, refusing to let go on the night of their first Valentine’s as a perfect trio.

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