Prompt 1 — “I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”
Prompt 2 — “About that ... I think we need to talk.”
Prompt 3 — “Really? The silent treatment? Real mature.”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)
Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.
Post your fic by Saturday, March 23rd (11:59 EST).
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Series summary- Liam stopped entertaining the idea of love and marriage after the death of his first love but everything began changing after a certain New York trip.
Book- TRR AU
Pairing - Liam x F!MC (Riley) ; Liam x F!OC(Nicole)
A/n- Using Prompt 2 — “It wasn’t supposed to end like this/that.” from Week #76 Prompts from @choicesflashfics
Rated M for mature audience
This series will contain NSFW .Not suitable for people below 18 years of age.
Warning- Gunshot;Death of character mentioned
No. of words - 1400+
No matter how much Liam wanted, he couldn't stop the constant ringing in his ears, everything around him was falling apart, people were running around trying to save themselves, as he kicked the last assassin in front of him, the adrenaline left his body and he fell down with a thud looking at his trembling hands which was covered in blood. He then looked around and when he didn't see Nicole or any of his friends he sighed in relief.
He was glad that they all managed to escape, he knew he should go but it was as if all his strength was gone and he couldn't get up. He then heard someone calling his name, he lifted his head to see Bastien in front of him.
Bastien sat on his knees in front of him, he put his hand on Liam's shoulder, his gaze filled with sympathy "Liam we have to go to the hospital."
"Hospital?" Liam asked confused.
"Yes, if we don't go now, we would be very late." Saying this, Bastien practically dragged him out of the ballroom.
"Bastien, what happened, who is hurt?"
"You'll know when we reach there, please we don't have much time left."
On the way to the hospital Liam kept asking him who was hurt but he refused to answer.
They reached the hospital around 20 minutes later, Liam was escorted to the VIP section, where he found Drake, Maxwell, Olivia and his father who was supposed to be staying somewhere safe after the assassin attempt.
They looked at him, Constantine pulled him in a hug and patted his back "You have to be strong Liam, everything will be fine"
Liam was not sure how to react, he couldn't remember when was the last time his father hugged him, looking around him he saw Maxwell trying to supress his sobs, Drake was completely expressionless, last time he was like this was years ago when Jackson died, even Olivia who would have berated Maxwell for behaving like a child was consoling him, her own eyes were red and filled with tears.
"You guys are scaring me. Please tell me what is wrong, who is hurt."
"I-I am sorry Liam it was my fault." Maxwell said as he hiccuped a bit. "I should have been careful, I should have stopped her."
"Stopped who Max? What are you saying?" When no one answered him Liam lost his patience "WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING. Drake? Olivia? Please, you guys are scaring me."
"It's Nicole. She's shot" Drake whispered
"W-what?" Liam was stunned unable to comprehend what he heard"It's not funny Drake. Please tell me you're joking.
"I'm not. She is in the OT, she had lost too much blood Li, doctors asked us to be prepared for the worst."
Before Liam could react, the doctor came out of the OT, Liam left Drake's side and ran to the doctor.
"She's okay right? Please tell me they are joking?"
"I'm sorry your highness, we tried our best but it was already too late." Doctor told him with a downcast expression.
"Can we see her?" Maxwell asked the doctor as he wiped his tears.
After doctor's permission all went to see Nicole but Liam stayed behind in the corridor, he slumped down on the chair in the corridor , he had lost all hope at that moment, thinking of a future without her in it made him so miserable that he couldn't breathe, his leg felt heavy, he didn't even have the courage to go and see her.
As he sat there, Liam felt someone tapping his shoulder. He turned to see his father standing there along with everyone. "You should go see her my boy"
"I can't father." Liam said looking at engagement ring in his hand . "I was going to propose today, I wanted to get married to her, have children, to grow old together."
When Liam looked back up his eyes were red filled with unshed tears. Constantine knew how his son felt, he was in the same place almost 20 years ago he knew what he sat there beside him giving his silent support
Later Liam took a deep breath and moved towards the OT. Nicole was laying on the small hospital bed, her black ballgown was exchanged with the loose fitted hospital gown, her hair which immaculately set by the stylist had fell open and was sticking to her forehead. Even then Liam thought she was most beautiful woman ever. He went to her held her palms in his own.
Nicole felt her life slipping away, tears streaked her cheeks, her breathing was turning shallow and even when Liam held her hands in his firm grip she couldn't see any light at the end of the tunnel, all she saw was darkness, darkness that was slowly but surely consuming her.
"It wasn’t supposed to end like this. " Nicole sobbed lightly. "I... I don't want to die. Please...." Before she could finish her sentence, the electrocardiogram flatlined. Liam's head snapped to the machine, he frantically pressed the call button. He was pushed away from Nicole, after a while the doctor spoke up"Time of death 00:37"
For few days Liam worked on autopilot, he spent most of his days in either his room or roaming around the wishing well. A week later, during Nicole's funeral, everyone was dressed up in black, her mother was sobbing sitting there, while her father held his wife. They had lost their only child and the feeling was killing them from inside.
Liam arrived later than everyone else, somewhere in his heart he was wishing for everything to be a horrific dream, one that he'll suddenly wake up from and laugh his heart out for having such a ridiculous dream.
He knew nothing like that would happen, Nicole was dead and he had to accept it but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't accept the fact that the love of his life was gone.
At end of the funeral he went to Milton and Genesis Nicole's parents and gave them his condolences, not showing any emotion.
That night when he was wide awake in his room, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks, drenching his pillow, he let out a sob which he muffled through the pillows on his bed, he cried his heart out, slowly his cries turned into sniffle, crying with so much anguish left him exhausted, his eyelids got heavy and sleep consumed him for first time in days.
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3 years later
Liam was standing near Nicole's grave with a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, he put the bouquet on her grave and sat down there. Her death took away a part of him. He was not happy, not after what happened three years ago but tried his best to live the life to the fullest, even with all the responsibilities, he might be dead inside but he wanted to live for her.
"Hey love l am sorry I wasn't here since past few days, being a king is not easy. You were my anchor and I feel that without you everything is falling apart. I don't want this life but Leo's abdication few years ago compelled me to take the role which was never meant for me. Anyways not to delve into boring stuff, I came bearing good news, Maxwell is getting married next month. Can you believe it, I couldn't." He chuckled lightly "Hana is a lovely woman and you would have loved her. Maxwell wants to have his bachelor party in New York and I'll be gone for 4-5 days. See you soon darling." Liam got up and pressed a light kiss to his fingertip before pressing it on her grave.
Late night after packing everything he needed for the trip to New York, Liam took out his sleeping pills, as soon as the medicine took effect dreamless sleep consumed him as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Prompt 1 — “How do you always know exactly what I need?”
Prompt 2 — “It wasn’t supposed to end like this/that.”
Prompt 3 — “Don’t you have better things to do?”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)
Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.
Post your fic by Saturday, March 16th (11:59 EST).
Happy writing!
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I think everyone who knows me on here know that I feel strongly about the events happening in Palestine. It's probably been effecting me more than it should though, and I've barely been able to read fics on here, let alone write them. Despite my lack of activity on this account, I've still be active elsewhere, on other platforms and even here under this account
I have missed writing though and my otp so when @oh-so-youre-a-nerd posted about doing art commissions for Palestine it felt like an opportunity to help and get maybe even get little inspiration at the same time.
And it worked, so here we are, a lovely sketch and a little one shot inspired by Palestine.
tw! A few graphic descriptions of some of the horrors happening in Gaza. RACHEL CORRIE and SHIREEN ABU AKLEH are also referenced
I've added a prompt by @choicesflashfics (prompt 1, bolded)
Last but not least, you can find out about Hirbawi HERE
Book: TRR
Pairing: Drake x MC
Warnings: Above (mentions of death/suffering)
Word count: 2221
November 2023
Ava Walker sat with her husband Drake, as they observed the monthly royal council meeting. Being that they were not part of the aristocracy, they were not allowed to take part. As close confidants of the king and queen, however, they were permitted to observe and to advise on behalf of the common people.
It was a role they were content with, it gave them an opportunity to be a voice for the people without being weighed down with a title. Neither of them wanted, or even had time for that with their respective careers and growing family.
“So,” The king observed the room. “The final thing on the agenda is the Israel, Hamas conflict.“
Godfrey, Duke of Amaranth stifled a groan and shifted in his seat.
Ava rolled her eyes while Liam gave him a hard look before continuing.
“Do we follow Jordan’s lead and begin airdropping aid to the people of Gaza? Thoughts, please.”
“No!,” Godfrey responded. “Not only is it a damn waste of money, we’d risk provoking America, our strongest ally! We'd be much better off staying out of it.”
“But we owe no loyalty to Israel.” The Duchess of Lythikos pointed out. “Especially when they are breaking every rule of combat out there. Their army possesses no honour. If any of my troops behaved like that, they’d be thrown in prison.”
The queen looked at her parents expectantly.
Hakim, the Duke of Castelsarreillan, cleared his throat. “It's a difficult decision indeed. Sending aid via road has proved to be arduous due to blockades. But the US, Uk and Israel make a powerful trio and it would be in our own best interests to maintain cordial relations with all of them. However, there is also the matter of moral duty and observance of international law. Duchess Olivia is correct, they have broken such laws and this should be brought to their attention. But, it should be done so in a way that doesn't cause upset to the international community.”
“You are correct about moral duty.” The Duke of Valtoria replied. “That should come first in this situation. With all due respect to you all, I don't think you realize the full horror that is being imposed on the innocent people, not only in Gaza but also in the west Bank”
Godfrey huffed.
Zuhair ignored the other Duke and continued speaking calmly. “Our majordomo is Palestinian, and has family in the west bank who have suffered a major increase in violence from Israeli settlers as well as harsher treatment from the occupying forces since October seventh.”
“And whose fault is that?!” Godfrey barked. “There are consequences for letting a terrorist group run the place. Do they really expect Israel not to defend itself?”
“Hamas doesn't control the West Bank.” Zuhair corrected. “But even so, collective punishment is a war crime. The current apartheid system that exists there has been described as a crime against humanity by human rights organizations. There is also the question of the genocidal rhetoric used by a number ofl Israeli politicians, leaders, news anchors and also civilians. We have a moral duty to push back on this. Sending aid is the very least we can do.“
The duchess of Valtoria smiled gently. “I am in agreement with my husband on this. “
King Liam smiled. “Thank you, Hana.”
“We would be quite happy to go along with whatever His majesty recommends.” The Duke of Radford interjected.
The king then glanced over towards the Duke and Duchess of Portavira. “Are there any more thoughts before we take this to a vote?”
Landon and Emmeline both shook their heads.
Ava, however, raised her hand.
Liam smiled and motioned invitingly. “Please.”
“It's important to take note of public opinion when casting your vote.” She began. “Support for the Palestinian struggle is high. The everyday people are seeing the suffering first-hand on their phones etc. While the mainstream media are pumping out propaganda, The people of Palestine have been reaching out via social media and are showing the world the truth.” Ava looked pointedly at Godfrey. “I'm sure you understand that your privileged position is completely dependent on the faith people have in the monarchy?”
The old Duke huffed and crossed his arms, “Madam, I do require lectures from a glorified cook.”
“There are medical procedures happening without anaesthesia.” Ava went on, raising her voice slightly. “That includes amputations and births. Can you imagine what that's like? People are being shot in the street and left to rot. Innocent people who have done nothing wrong have to pick up the body parts of their relatives and carry them in plastic bags. People are being deliberately crushed under tanks. They are being starved, dehydrated and forced to live in cramped, cold, wet tents. Detainees are being tortured, humiliated and even raped regardless of age or gender. This isn't a new phenomenon either, it's been happening for seventy-five years. Do you ever give that a second thought? Do you..”
She felt Drake’s hands gently wrap around her arms and pull her down. It was only then she realized she'd been stood up, leaning over the table towards Godfrey.
“S’ok” he murmured into her ear, pulling her to him, kissing her head and handing her a tissue.”
“It is horrific indeed” Liam responded gravely.
He then looked around the table expectantly. “Are we ready to vote?”
“We are.” Olivia affirmed.
Liam nodded. “All those in favour, please raise your hand.”
The Dukes and Duchesses of Lythikos, Valtoria and Castelsarreillan all raised their hands. Bertrand hesitated for a moment, then raised his own hand.
“We wish to abstain.” Landon said, quietly.
Liam nodded in confirmation. “And those against?”
The Duke of Amaranth raised his hand.
“Well, with four votes to one, we have decided to go ahead with plans to airdrop aid to Gaza. Thank you all. Meeting adjourned.”
Everyone began getting up to leave, with Godfrey marching off in his usual manner. Ava, meanwhile, went to collect the two Walker kids who were playing in the crèche with other children. Zuhair, Duke of Valtoria discreetly approached Drake.
“Your package arrived this morning. I've instructed for it to be put in the trunk of your car.
Drake smiled. “I appreciate it!”
Ava had been desperate to get hold of a keffiyeh from Hirbawi. They were the last factory still running in Palestine, and current events had caused them to be in high demand. So much so that they had missed out on the last restock. By the time they’d gone into the website, they had all gone, she had been so disappointed and had since been regularly checking the site for the next restock. Little did she know though that he'd had a backup plan already in place.
“Papa!” His three-year-old daughter ran at him, her arms open. He chuckled and scooped her up. “Had fun, Queenie?”
Lydia giggled. “Yah!”
“Y’ready?” Ava waited, holding their six-month-old son.
“Yup.”
They made their way to the car, and he turned to her once the little ones were all strapped in. ”You okay?”
She nodded, then looked up at him. “I hate that man.”
“Yeah, we all do. “ He paused and smirked. “I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait until Madeleine takes over. “
Ava snorted. Godfrey’s daughter, as cold as she was, was still a big improvement on her father.
“Im proud of you, though, I know how much you wanted that vote to succeed.”
“Thanks. Granted, it’s not the best method, but Israel are not giving anyone much of an option. I'm relieved it went through.” She stopped before entering the car. “Do you think we’ll be able to go over there and oversee the project?”
He looked back at her quizzically. “You mean, the air drops?”
“Yeah”
His brow furrowed. “I dunno, I think it'll be too dangerous. And I don't trust those fuckers not to try and shoot at the plane or something.”
“I don't mean being on the actual drop plane. Just to go over there, see it off and maybe visit parts of Jordan and the Palestinian West Bank. Talk to some of the people who've evacuated, etc.”
He smiled, kissed her head and went around to get into the other side of the car.
“I'm not sure if even that is a good idea.” He began as they set off. “there's the kids to think about, do we really want to take them there with all the instability there is. Plus, meeting refugees would break your heart. Just seeing that news story about that man losing his granddaughter upset you.”
Ava sighed and leaned back in her seat. He could tell she was disappointed. But her suggestion worried him a lot. Having his family so close to a war zone, he didn't want that. He also worried for his wife. She was a people person, she loved people, and sometimes she could care too much. For her to be surrounded by victims of war who had been through hell would surely affect her. She wasn't a weak person by any means, but this was a whole other level of horror. He was worried.
They got home and Ava put their boy down for a nap. Lydia went out into the garden to play. Drake kept an eye on her from the kitchen window as went about making some coffee after hiding away the surprise he’d taken from the trunk.
Ava soon came down and Drake offered her a cup.
“C’mere.,” He carefully pulled her to him so she wouldn't spill her coffee. A grudging smile pulled at her lips as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Yea!” She grumbled. “I know what you're thinking. , I came up with a dumb idea!”
“Oh, I wouldn't go that far.” He responded with a teasing tone. “Reckless, maybe, but not dumb.”
“I just need to do something! “She growled, “I’m so frustrated with having to stand by while Eurocentric hypocrisy runs so blatantly rampant!”
Drake listened dutifully as she continued to vent.
“The whole world and its dog went all out for Ukraine. Now even their soldiers are joining in with the genocide of a nation of brown people who are doing nothing but trying to live their lives! All this victim blaming and political red tape is pathetic, and a lame excuse to let it continue.”
“I know.” He murmured. “But putting yourself in danger helps no one. We go over there we’ll likely end up being killed with the blame being put on Palestine. We know full well what happened to Rachel Corrie and Shireen Abu Akleh. You know their using drones to shoot folks right?”
She sighed, “Yeah.”
“But we can still visit Jordan, it’s safe enough as long as we stay away from Israel. We could also see some of Kuwait too if you’d like?”
Ava smiled. “I’d like that.”
“In the meantime, you can keep doing what you’re doing and when you get your keffiyeh, you can wear it proudly every day.”
She scoffed. “If I get one. Who knows how long it’ll take.”
“Eh, I doubt it’ll be long.”
She scoffed again. “Since when have you been such an optimist?”
“I’m not.” He corrected. “I’m a realist.” He then leaned over to open one of the drawers, pulling out an item wrapped in clear plastic packaging, Ava immediately recognized it.
“What??” She stared open-mouthed at the package. Its intricate design was unmistakable, the colours and the beauty of it were instantly recognizable to her.
She looked up at Drake in astonishment, “H…How?”
“You forget, we have contacts.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Zuie’s majordomo, as you know, has family in the West Bank. Well, their cousin has a neighbour who works next to the factory, so is in a prime position to know when supplies are available. “
She stared blankly for a moment as it sank in, then laughed in surprise and delight and threw her arms around his neck.
“Thank you!” She squealed. “That was sweet of you to think of me.” She held it up to get a proper look at it, her eyes shining. “I love it, it’s beautiful!”
He smiled. “I’m always thinking of you. You should know that by now”
She reached up to plant a firm kiss on him. “Yo se, pero, I wasn't expecting this at all!”
“Surprised ya, huh?”
“Yes!” She stepped back carefully unwrapped it. Then she eagerly tried it on in the way she’d seen it been done. Folded into a triangle, then placed around her neck with the ends crossed at the back and hanging down the front with the triangle. She looked down at it smiling, smoothing it down with her hands. “I’m so happy!”
“Really? I couldn’t tell!”
“Ay!” She laughed and swatted him playfully, then suddenly became serious. “Wait, what about you?”
“Yeah, got one for myself too.” He took it out of the drawer and showed her.
“You gonna try it on?”
He chuckled and unwrapped it, smiling broadly as she put it on him with the same eagerness she’d had put on her own.
“You look soooo handsome! She gushed.
“Heh, thanks.”
“I’m wearing mine every day, loudly and proudly!”
“It suits you.” He cupped her face in his hands and claimed her lips. He loved making her happy.
The artwork by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd Drake & Ava wearing their Keffiyeh's. Thank you for the inspirsation
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage]
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]
Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC)
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
Word Count: < 600
Rating/Warnings: Teen to be safe, it's them.
A/N: Just a quick little drabble for these two because I haven't written them in over 2 months?!!
Prompts: @choicesflashfics #1, @choicesmonthlychallenge daffodil and spring, @choicesficwriterscreations
Synopsis: Daenarya and Mal enjoy a warm afternoon in the backyard of the orphanage.
The sun's golden rays caressed her tanned skin, embracing her in a warm hug, leaving a trail of comfort that seeped into every pore. Daenarya tipped her head to the sides, stretching her neck and relaxing her shoulders as she lay on the soft blanket she had stretched out on the newly green grass of their backyard.
The melody of the children's innocent laughter echoed through the garden as they played nearby. The sweet scent of the blooming daffodils—one of the first of the flowers to blossom after the winter's chill—danced around in a tranquil ballet. A blissful smile adorned her face as she soaked in the simple joy of the moment. She exhaled slowly, letting go of the stress and worries, and inhaled the warmth and peace surrounding her. A serene hum slipped from her lips as she rested her head on her folded arms, lying on her stomach and enjoying the day.
The warmth of his hand massaged over the top of her back as he settled beside her. He brushed her dark brown hair off her shoulders, allowing his hands room to massage her neck and over her shoulders. His fingers expertly dug into her tense muscles.
The combined warmth of the sun and his hands brought comfort and a soothing sensation. "This is nice," she hummed in contentment. "What'd you do?"
"What do you mean, what'd I do?" Mal's voice rose in his defense. "Why do I always have to have done something?"
Daenarya lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Because I know you."
"Can't a guy just see his beautiful girl lying in the sun and want to be with her?"
“That was sweet of you to think of me," she offered, her tone laced with skepticism that he seemed to miss or ignore.
“I’m always thinking of you," Mal insisted as he continued kneading her back and down her spine.
"If you insist." Daenarya rested her head back on her arms. She'd figure out what he was hiding later; for now, she wasn't going to ruin this impromptu massage.
After a few more blissful moments, Mal's skilled hands mischievously traversed the curve of her hip and over her backside, squeezing slightly.
"Mal!" she scolded quickly. "The children!"
He chuckled mischievously, laying his head on her butt. A few adjustments later, he found the just-right position. "Ah, perfect," he declared with satisfaction, letting the warmth of the sun's embrace caress his face. "My new pillow."
Daenarya rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Alright, Mr. Magnificent, I'll let you have this one."
"Just for now though," he teased, turning his head slightly to let his teeth graze over the fabric of her skirt covering her supple flesh. "I have an entirely different part of you I'd like to enjoy and use as a pillow later...but for that, we'll have to wait for the children to sleep."
"You're impossible." She shook her head, but her body warmed at the thought.
"You love it."
A warm smile spread on her lips as she relaxed under the comfort of the spring day. She did love it. All of this. Him. Their children. The others they rescued. The orphanage. Their friends. The entire life they built together. Everything might not be perfect but it was hers. And she absolutely loved it.
I hope to write more of these two again soon (if time allows)!
Prompt 1 — “That was sweet of you to think of me.” -> “I’m always thinking of you.”
Prompt 2 — “We are/were so much more than you let us be.”
Prompt 3 — “Where did you learn to do that?”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)
Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.
Post your fic by Saturday, March 9th (11:59 EST).
Happy writing!
*just a reminder that asks are open for those who want to submit their own prompt suggestions!*
(If I’ve missed anyone, I’m so sorry. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tags. If I’m unable to activate your tag, I will try to reach out in the comments!)
Summary: Even Tyril finds himself at a loss for words sometimes. Expanded version of the diamond scene in book 2, chapter 2.
A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge (prompt: flowers), and @choicesflashfics (prompt: my life would be empty without you in it). @choicesficwriterscreations
Raine snuggles up against Tyril, soaking up his presence as they lie together in the forest. The mingled scents of damp earth, greenery, and flowers waft up sweet and heady through the air, making her heart ache with the beauty of it.
Strictly speaking, this moment has no business being perfect. The ground is damp, she can hear what’s most likely mice scurrying through the bushes, and she’s pretty sure that the tickling in her right leg is ants. And yet.
This is Tyril.
Being back in his arms tilts the balance to the side of perfect so thoroughly that all inconveniences barely register. She rests a hand on his chest, feeling the comforting thump of his heartbeat under her palm. She has no recollection of the last year, but she knows that somehow, even in her state of unconsciousness, she missed him.
She isn’t surprised when the arm around her tightens its hold every couple of minutes. She wants to hold onto him with all her might, too. But she tries to reassure him anyway.
“I’m right here, Tyril. I’m not going anywhere.”
He exhales. “I can’t help it. Part of me still believes I must be dreaming.”
“Have you dreamed of this? Since I left?”
“Every day, in all my sleeping and waking moments.”
“I hope reality lives up to it.”
He trails his fingers down her cheek. “The reality of you is always better than dreams.”
She will never get used to the way he talks, like she’s the most precious thing in his life. The way he looks at her, like she truly is his dream. Sometimes she wishes she could speak like he does, words turning so seamlessly into poetry. But she can show him how she feels in other ways.
“Tell me, what did you do this year? Kade only knew the basics.”
“I spent the vast majority of my time seeking a way to get you back.”
“Oh, Tyril.”
“I scoured through libraries, archives, and private collections. I believed that the answer must be in Undermount, so I rarely left the city.”
“Didn’t you spend time with your family?”
“To an extent, yes. Although my primary focus was my research, I endeavored to assist Adrina with the restoration of House Starfury.”
“How is that working out?”
“Better than I could have expected. My sister is extraordinarily clever.”
“She takes after her big brother, I take it?”
“I believe her gifts are all her own.” His smile fades. “But all the successes, the repaired alliances, the regained status… It all rang hollow. Because you were gone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says fiercely. “I’m the one who failed you. “
“You did no such thing.”
“I did. I didn’t protect you.”
“Tyril, there is nothing anyone could have done.”
“I prided myself on being resourceful. I should have found my way to you.”
“There was no way. There’s a reason Valax needed me. Realm walkers are rare.” In an attempt to lighten the mood, she flutters her lashes. “One of a kind, even.”
His lips twitch. It’s not quite a smile, but she feels the triumph of it all the same. “You were one of a kind before you became a realm walker.”
“My ego would be lost without you.”
“I was lost without you.”
“Tyril…”
“It’s the truth.” Levity forgotten, he raises himself up on an elbow and gazes into her eyes. “Before, I used to think my life would be empty without you in it. Once you were taken, I knew it to be true.”
She laces her fingers through his, a silent reassurance.
“Being without you, Raine… It felt like all the sunshine had left my world.” When his voice breaks, her heart does the same.
“I’m right here, Tyril.” She kisses his mouth, his jaw, his cheeks. “You have me.”
When his hand cups the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to his, she follows eagerly. Her hands come up, fingers digging into his shoulders as she breathes in the scent of him. Parchment, ink, and just a hint of smoke. “Gods, I’ve missed you. I know it doesn’t make sense,” she says when his brow furrows. “But I missed you so much.”
He whispers a few words, and suddenly, there’s a small bouquet of pink flowers in his hand. “For you.”
“Showoff.” Laughing, she slides off his body and back to the ground. “They’re beautiful. What do they mean? Don’t give me that look. You wouldn’t give me random flowers. There’s a meaning to them.”
He brushes his lips against hers. “Indeed. Pink camellias signify longing. Most particularly during someone’s absence.”
“Is that your way of saying you missed me too?”
“More than words can convey.”
She swallows past the knot in her throat and lays her head on the crook of his shoulder. “Coming from you, that’s saying something.”
“It appears even I can be at a loss for words.”
“I love your words, but… I don’t need them. You know that, right? All I need is you.”
He tightens his hold on her again. “You have me. Until the last star falls from the sky and beyond.”
They don’t speak after that. They don’t need to.
They both know they’re exactly where they’re meant to be.
Feb 2024 Challenge - Eros 7. The biological basis of eros is procreation for Ethan x Cassie
No Barriers
Premise: It’s finally time to expand their family, but will nerves take over?
Book: Open Heart (post series)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Mature. Fluff.
Words: 1,205
A/N: I'm soooo sorry, Nonny. It took me forever to find the right story idea for this prompt, and then I struggled with the words all of last week and this. Hope you enjoy it!
Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 prompt "Eros - procreation". I'm using @choicesflashfics week 74, prompt 3
Waiting was the hardest part. As a doctor, she understood the complicated relationship between chemicals, hormones and the human reproductive system. But as a woman who was finally ready to start a family, the wait while her body reversed the effects of birth control had been torturous.
So, when Cassie Valentine saw the notification on her phone from the app tracking her cycle, she had to dig deep to stop herself from running across the hospital to her husband’s office and ordering him to strip, bend her over his desk and put a baby in her.
She chuckled as she imagined the exasperation on Ethan Ramsey’s face if she did that. He’d surely pinch the bridge of his nose and curse under his breath. The way he said, “For Christ’s sake,” or “For the love of god,” with a hint of Rhode Island sass, was forever endearing to her (much to his perplexation).
Just because she had self-control (barely) didn’t mean she couldn’t give him a heads-up that he was in for a wild ride tonight and every night for the next few days.
In the dimly lit bedroom overlooking the dark waters of Boston Harbor, the soft glow of flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls. The delicate scent of vanilla and lavender lent an air of warmth and intimacy, but it couldn’t hide the nerves.
Cassie hadn’t felt nervous like this during their first time together all those years ago. Back then, she’d been swept up in the romance and culmination of months of longing for this man. But tonight, despite her earlier bravado or the desire and anticipation coursing through her veins, she felt her skin tingle with trepidation.
Ethan stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She tilted her head back, gazing into his eyes, her lips parting slightly. The warmth from the candles mirrored the heat rising between them, their breaths mingling in the air.
“Nervous?” he whispered, his lips hovering tantalizingly above hers.
“Terrified,” Cassie admitted, letting out a short laugh. “It’s funny because we’ve had sex more times than I can remember, but knowing this time it’s….”
She shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid.
Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing down her cheek to her neck, feeling the pulse quicken under his touch. Cassie leaned into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, then sliding up to tangle in his dark brown hair.
“You know,” Ethan began in a measured tone, “studies show it’s normal for couples to have nerves when trying to get pregnant. But it’s also counterproductive because stress hormones can act as mental and physical barriers. You need to get out of your head and let it come naturally.”
Annoyed, Cassie pushed herself out of his arms and faced him with her hands on her hips. “Now, you’re just killing the mood! This is not the time for Dr. Ramsey. I need Ethan, so be that.”
To her amusement, he rolled his eyes and tugged her back into his arms. “What do you want ‘Ethan’ to do?”
“Sweep me off my feet like the first time. Fuck me until all I can’t walk straight——”
Cassie yelped as Ethan literally swept her up into his arms and dumped her on their bed. He quickly followed her down, pressing her body into the soft mattress. His lips latched onto the side of her neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin until throaty moans escaped her lips.
His mouth covered hers, coaxing her with his tongue to let him in, and he deepened the kiss when she parted her lips. Her legs fell to the sides, cradling his burgeoning erection between her thighs. Her hips rose off the bed, and she locked her ankles behind his thighs.
Ethan cuffed her wrists with one hand and held her arms above her head. Cassie squirmed as his other hand slowly traced a path through the valley between her breasts, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers strummed her nipples, taking turns to make circular patterns across each tip before descending further down past her belly button.
Her eyes snapped open when he entered her with his middle finger, the heel of his palm pressing on the nub at the top of her sex.
“Uh.” She shook the fog of lust clouding her brain. “Shouldn’t you be putting another larger and more crucial part of you inside me for this particular occasion?”
Suddenly, Ethan stilled, his finger still thrust inside her, but it was no longer in motion.
“Seriously?” he stared at her incredulously, releasing her to brace himself on his elbows. “Now, who’s killing the mood?
“Never mind.” Cassie airily waved one hand. “Carry on. I’m ready.”
Ethan muttered something under his breath, but she couldn’t make out the words.
She held back a grin as he mentally shook it off and tried to focus on the task, but he was clearly struggling to remember where he’d left off.
Deciding to give him a hand, literally, Cassie cupped his balls in her palm while stroking his length with her other hand. She knew exactly how he liked to be handled and what would push him over the edge. It didn’t take long.
She found herself upended as he lifted her up and reversed their positions. Cassie straddled his thighs, and his erection nudged her core. His hands combed through her hair before his palms covered her breasts.
“You know what to do,” he ordered, blue eyes glittering with heat. “Ride.”
Cassie took him in, slowly, oh so slowly, until he growled in frustration. Gripping her ass, his fingers clenched tightly, leaving a mark on her skin. He pulled her wide and thrust deeper until he was embedded fully. He stilled then, giving her a moment to adjust.
The nerves faded as they moved together, lost in the moment, and forgot everything but what they were to each other. With every touch and every kiss, they surrendered to the passion that consumed them.
Later, Cassie lay sprawled on top of Ethan, her head on his shoulder and her palm curled above his heart. It was not quite racing but still fast after their lovemaking. She liked how his hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers absently threading through her blonde hair.
“It’s different,” she said softly.
“Huh?” Ethan asked, his voice gruff.
“Knowing there’s no birth control, chemical or otherwise. No barriers between us.”
She felt him nod in agreement and knew he felt it, too, from how his heart jumped at the thought.
Shadows from the flickering candles danced on the walls, and the tick-tock of the clock was loud in the silence. Feeling drowsy, Cassie’s eyes started to drift close when she heard him chuckle.
“I hate to say I told you so, but …” Ethan paused, waiting until she angled her head to gaze into his eyes. She caught the smirk on his lips and the teasing twinkle in his eyes and arched one brow askance.
“I was right earlier,” he continued matter-of-factly. “Sometimes, you just have to let go and let things come naturally.”
Prompt 1 — “My life would be empty without you in it.”
Prompt 2 — “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”
Prompt 3 — “I hate to say I told you so, but …”
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Premise: Cassie brings Ethan along for her annual beach cleanup volunteer gig.
Book: Open Heart (post series)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating: General
Format: Text and Pic Fic
A/N: I've talked about Cassie's annual beach cleanup before. Now, she's roped Ethan into it. Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 prompt Agape - love of planet. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 73, prompt 3 (first edit)
Prompt 1 — “Sometimes I can’t believe that you actually chose me.” -> “I have great taste.”
Prompt 2 — “That was way out of line.”
Prompt 3 — “What do you mean ‘maybe’? That was a yes or no question.”
Guidelines:
You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like.
The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are welcome as well.
The prompts must be used exactly as they are.
Whether you use one, two, or all three, the prompt(s) must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using.
Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)
Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link.
Post your fic by Saturday, February 24th (11:59 EST).
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Choices – The Royal Romance, AU – (cross-over with Rules of Engagement)
Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?
Marabelle Series Masterlist
Main Pairing – Prince Liam Rys x F!OC Lady Sophia (Sophie) Taylor
Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F! OC Melanie Smithson
Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios
Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.
Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.
Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff/cross-over with Choices Rules of Engagement
Words: 2483
The Game of Kings – Chapter 10
Chapter Summary – Liam and Sophie practice for the charity polo match. Leo is on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean where he meets a woman. Speaking with his father, Leo abdicates the throne. Liam sends Sophie a Valentine’s Day gift.
Music Inspiration: Everything Has Changed, Taylor Swift (feat Ed Sheeren)
A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.
A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.
A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #72, prompt 2 - “I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”
A/N4: My submission for Choices Holidays Valentine’s Day Prompts 2024 - Be my valentine/I love you @choicesprompts, @choicesholidays
.......All I know since yesterday
Is that everything changed.......
The Cordonian Royal Polo Club
After adjusting the strap on Marabelle's harness, Sophie accepted the polo mallet from an attendant. She was in her element today; any time spent riding her horse was a joy but spending time with Liam, on top of that ...this was a dream come true.
When Liam invited her to join his polo team, she was over the moon. To be personally invited to join him was extremely flattering. Her heartbeat raced and butterflies danced inside anytime and every time she thought of him.
‘Remembering that beautiful Sunday afternoon while working on a paper for class on the terrace of the Beaumont estate, Sophie looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Liam and Maxwell come into view.
“Good afternoon, Sophie.” Liam smiled warmly as he walked up to her table. “Hard at work as always, I see.”
“Oh, hello, Liam. Maxwell.” Sophie stood, moving her laptop to the side.
Liam bent down to kiss her cheek and waited for her to sit back down before he took a seat himself at the glass patio table.
“Yes, just trying to get this paper finished before the deadline.”
Maxwell, grinning mischievously, “Ah, the diligent scholar. Little blossom, take a break for a moment. Liam has something he would like to ask you.”
“Oh?” Sophie smiled, curiously looking at Liam.
Clearing his throat, a hint of nervousness in his demeanor, “well, I know your love and passion for horses. And as you know, there is a fundraising event planned for flooding relief in Portavira on Valentine’s Day.
Sophie nods sadly, “Yes, I have heard of that tragedy; It is heartbreaking.”
Taking a breath, Liam continued. “Indeed...I was wondering if you would consider joining my polo team. Your skills would be invaluable, and I can assure you, we would make quite the formidable duo on the field.”
Clearly taken aback, but flattered, “Oh, Liam, I ... I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, Soph! It’ll be a fantastic experience, and I can personally vouch for Liam’s team being a lot of fun. ‘Ya know, cuz I am on it.” Maxwell chuckled.
Sophie smiled, touched by their enthusiasm, “well, how can I refuse such a charming invitation? I'd be honored to join your team, Liam.”
Liam, grinning widely, “wonderful! I knew I could count on you, Sophie. This event is going to be legendary, mark my words. Thank you, love.”’
Practicing today for the Portavira Charity Polo match, Sophie, along with Liam, Drake, Melanie and Maxwell were in the field taking turns with knock-ins.
She looked over to the sideline and spotted Liam watching her intently. He gave her a small wave and she waved back with a smile.
"Let's go, girl," Sophie urged her horse.
Marabelle broke into a gallop, Sophie leaning forward and keeping pace.
Liam watched as Sophie rode toward the goal, her posture perfect, her movements smooth and confident.
Sophie raised her mallet and struck the ball, sending it sailing through the air.
"Nice shot," Liam called out.
“Yes!” Sophie cried out as she turned back down the field to where Liam was standing.
"You're a natural out there!"
"Thanks," Sophie replied, blushing. Liam offered his hand as she dismounted Marabelle. "I love riding.”
"So, are you looking forward to the match tomorrow?"
"I am," Sophie said. "I'm a little nervous, too. It's my first time playing in front of a crowd."
"You'll be great," Liam assured her. "And we'll be a great team."
“Will the entire team meet today?”
“Yes, you will meet Rashad and Tariq this afternoon.”
“Are we interrupting?” Drake asked hesitantly as he and Melanie walked over.
"Hey guys ... of course not," Liam answered.
"How's practice going?" Melanie asked.
"Great," Liam and Sophie replied in unison, both grinning, sharing coy smiles.
"Looks like you've got a winning team, Liam." Melanie grinned, noticing Sophie move closer to his side.
"Thanks," Liam replied, a wide grin on his face.
“I think so, too,” Liam winked at Sophie, who smiled softly in return.
“We only have 7 players though. Leo flew out of Cordonia last night.” Drake shot Liam a concerned look, making a mental note of asking Liam about his brother’s absence after practice.
"We're gonna have so much fun," Drake grinned.
"You're playing, too?" Sophie asked, surprised.
"Of course. You didn't think Liam would let me miss the opportunity to beat him, did you?"
"We'll see about that," Liam smirked.
"Oh, it's on," Drake replied, a competitive glint in his eyes.
"Don't worry, we'll kick their asses," Melanie said to Sophie.
"Yes, we will," Sophie agreed, laughing.
As Drake and Melanie left to finish their rounds, Liam and Sophie continued practicing. Their easy banter and playfulness made it clear to anyone watching that there was a definite attraction between them.
... And the way Liam looked at her when their eyes met, his gaze filled with admiration and affection...it made Sophie's heart race.
She could only imagine how good it would feel to be in his arms again, his lips on hers.
The thought made her blush, and she tried to push it aside, focusing on the game. But the feeling remained, simmering beneath the surface as they walked their horses to the stable.
"You're incredible," Liam murmured as they left the field.
"Thank you," Sophie replied, grinning. "You weren't so bad yourself."
"High praise coming from you," he teased.
"I mean it," Sophie said, her tone serious. Liam reached over and took her hand in his as the stable hands led the horses to their stalls.
With a gentle smile, “high praise indeed, Sophie. And I assure you, I mean it. Your talent with Marabelle is unmatched.”
Their hands remained clasped as they walked to the clubhouse.
Azamara Cruise Ship, off the Italian coast, Mediterranean Sea
As the luxury ship cruised through the Mediterranean Sea, the sun was setting in a vibrant display of reds and oranges.
Leo stood on the deck, admiring the view, lost in thought.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
He turned to see a young woman standing beside him, her blond hair blowing in the breeze.
"It is," he agreed, turning his attention back to the sunset.
"I'm Katie, by the way."
"Leo."
"Nice to meet you," Katie said, offering her hand.
"Likewise," Leo replied, shaking her hand.
"So, Leo, what brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"
"Just needed to get away for a bit."
"Yeah, me too," Katie replied.
"It's been a tough week," Leo confided.
"Really, how so?" Katie asked.
"I had to make a decision that changed the course of my life."
"That's heavy," Katie replied. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," Leo admitted. "I'd rather just try to forget about it for a while."
"Fair enough," Katie replied. "So, tell me, Leo, what do you do for fun?"
Leo laughed. "Honestly? Not much."
"Seriously?" Katie challenged.
"Yeah. I have a pretty serious job, and I'm usually focused on that.”
"Well, that's no good," Katie replied. "You need to have some fun, too.”
"What do you do for fun, Katie?"
"Everything!" she exclaimed. "I love exploring new places, trying new things, meeting new people."
"Sounds exciting.” Leo chuckled, turning his body towards her.
"It is," she went on. "And it's made me a lot more open-minded and adventurous.”
"Adventurous, huh?" Leo asked, intrigued by her temerity.
"Yeah," Katie said, grinning.
"Well, I could use a little adventure in my life."
"Then come with me," she said, holding out her hand.
Leo hesitated for a moment, then took her hand.
Katie led him down to the pool area, where several people were lounging and enjoying the warm evening air.
"Come on," she said, tugging him along.
"Where are we going?"
"To the hot tub," she replied.
Leo followed her to the hot tub and watched as she slipped out of her cover-up, revealing a white bikini underneath.
She stepped into the hot tub and turned to look at him.
"Well, are you coming?" Her eyebrow raised.
Leo could not resist her invitation. He quickly removed his clothes down to his boxers and joined her in the hot tub.
"Ahhh, this is nice," he sighed, sinking into the warm water.
"Isn't it?" Katie agreed, her body glistening in the soft light.
"So, what do you do for fun, Leo?"
"I'm a crown prince," Leo said. "So, my life is pretty much dedicated to duty."
"That doesn't sound very fun," Katie said, frowning.
"It's not," Leo admitted, noting her non-chalance of his mention of his title.
"Well, I'm sure we can find something fun for you to do," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I'm sure we can," he agreed, his heart beginning to race.
"How long are you on the cruise for?" Katie asked.
"The rest of the week," Leo replied.
"Perfect," Katie said. "We have plenty of time to get into some trouble."
"Trouble, huh?"
"Don't worry," she said, laughing. "I won't get you in too much trouble.
"I'm counting on it," Leo replied, his gaze locked on hers.
"You are a flirt, Leo."
"I can't help it," he said, his voice low. This woman was everything that Madeleine wasn't.
"You're very flirtable."
Katie laughed. "I'm sure that's not a word, but I'll take the compliment."
"Good," he said, smiling.
"So, what's your story, Katie?"
"My story?"
"Yeah. What brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"
"Same thing as you," Katie replied.
"An escape..."
Beaumont Estate, Ramsford, Cordonia
Sophie woke to the sound of knocking on her door. Groggily, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled across the room. She opened the door to see Daniel standing there, a huge grin on his face and a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in his hands.
"Good morning, Squirrel," he chirped.
"Morning, Dan. What are you doing here so early?"
"I wanted to bring these to you before you left for the polo match."
"Wow, they're beautiful," Sophie said, accepting the bouquet. "Thank you."
"They're not from me, silly. They're from your prince..."
"Oh," Sophie blushed.
"Here's the note," Daniel said, handing her a small envelope.
"Be my Valentine," Sophie read, her heart racing.
"Aww, that's so sweet," Daniel smiled. "He's really smitten with you."
"I guess so," Sophie replied, still a bit stunned.
"So, are you excited about the game today?"
"Yeah, I am," Sophie said. "I just hope I don't mess up."
"You'll be fine," Daniel assured her. "I have complete faith in you."
"Thanks, Dan," Sophie said, giving him a hug.
"You're welcome, Squirrel."
Sophie spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the polo match, her heart fluttering every time she lookrd at her roses. She couldn't believe he had sent her such a romantic gift, and she was eager to see him... to thank him personally.
Cordonian Royal Palace
The morning of the charity polo match, King Constantine was getting dressed when his attendant informed him of an incoming international call.
“Sir, your son, Leo, is on line one."
Constantine was surprised and concerned, and at once picked up the phone.
"Son, what's wrong? Where are you?"
"Father, I had to get away. I had to think."
"What's there to think about, Leo? Your duty is clear. Your kingdom needs you."
"But I don't want this," Leo said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never wanted this."
"Son, I know it's not easy, but we all have to do things we don't want to. It's part of being royalty."
"... that's the burden we bear."
"I can't do it," Leo said. "I won't."
"You must," Constantine said, his tone firm.
"No, I won't. I would rather give up my title than marry Madeleine."
"I'm sorry, son, but you don't have a choice."
"Then I'll abdicate," Leo said, his voice shaking.
"Leo, where are you now? Are you somewhere safe?"
"I'm on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean."
"You are, what?! You are the Crown Prince. You need to return home right away."
"I won't," Leo replied somberly.
"Leo, listen to me. Your place is here, in Cordonia. You just can’t walk away."
“I have. Liam will be a better King," Leo insisted.
"Leo! You ...."
“Father," Leo interrupted.
"When have you ever put me or Liam first?”
“I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”, Constantine admonished.
Leo remained quiet, steadfast in his decision.
"Leo, please," Constantine replied, his voice pleading.
"Goodbye, Father," Leo said, and then he hung up the phone.
