John Deere Greene Chapter Thirteen: You Oughta See Her Fly
Wheeeeeeewwwwww yall have been waiting a hot second for this and I'm SORRY. I went back and edited everything that has been previously written, so there are fewer continuity errors (hopefully).
This is a short chapter, but if I don't stop it now... It'll be way too long. Chapter fourteen is in the works.
IT IS AUGUST 11, 2021.
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More time had passed, but Riley was unsure of how much. She had fought and lost the battle of consciousness. Her eyes were heavy from the drugs Justin had administered shortly after stroking her cheek.
“That’s it,” he said. “Go to sleep. When you wake up, we’ll be in Mexico.”
Riley swallowed hard, trying to shove the bitter taste in her mouth down. Her eyes blinked open slowly, Justin coming into view, smiling brightly.
“There she is,” he said too sweetly. “See officer? As I said, she just had too much to drink.”
Justin looked at Riley. She knew the drill. Play along or get beat even worse. She nodded and plastered a smile on her face. “Jus’ too much tequila,” she slurred.
The officer looked her over one more time, still not terribly convinced. “Okay,” he said.
Justin picked up Riley and carried her to the gate, waiting for their plane. “You’re still such a good actress,” he sneered. “Maybe that’s how you fooled Liam into loving you.” He set her down.
Riley just nodded. Her thoughts were still foggy and her head still hurt.
“You’re not gonna make a noise unless I tell you, huh?”
Riley nodded again.
“Such a good girl.”
Riley swallowed the bile in her throat. If she puked, Justin would be even angrier.
She swayed a little, and Justin braced her from behind. To any unsuspecting person, it may have looked like Riley had drunk too much.
To the officer who stopped Justin, it looked like Riley was a victim of sex trafficking. Something didn’t feel right in his gut as he watched the couple.
His phone buzzed and he read the text: BOLO for an Asian man in mid-thirties, black hair, 5’9”, and 130 pounds.” The picture of the man popped up, and the officer’s fears were confirmed.
“Officer Quick requesting backup at gate seventeen,” he muttered into his mic. “I have eyes on the BOLO. Over.”
“Back up is on the way,” confirmed the dispatcher.
Quick sucked in a breath and made his way calmly to the nearest worker.”What’s your name?”
“Bailey,” the woman said.
“That Asian man with the redheaded women, do you see them? They are not to go on their plane. Do you understand?”
The worker nodded. “This plane is going to Mexico. I can tell them there was something wrong with their passports and they need to step aside.”
Officer Quick thanked the woman and moved where he couldn’t be seen until his backup arrived.
When the plane began boarding, Bailey made a big fuss over Justin’s passport. “This can’t possibly be up-to-date,” she said.
Justin growled. “Of course it’s up-to-date. I just had it issued three months ago.”
Riley gulped. Justin had been planning on this excursion before she left.
“Sir, you have to step to the side until my supervisor can look at your passport.”
Justin very calmly moved himself and Riley to the waiting area, now very nervous. Something was wrong and he knew it. His eyes scanned the room and he stiffened when he saw three cops on the other side of the room.
“You bitch!” He hissed at Riley, grabbing her arm tightly, trying not to draw attention to himself. “You little bitch! You told someone, didn’t you?”
Riley whimpered. “Justin, I swear! I haven’t done anything.”
Quick noticed the change in his demeanor. “We don’t have time to wait for Ramsey,” he said. “Justin is getting restless.”
The three officers marched over to Justin, one had his gun drawn just in case. “Justin Severus?”
Justin put on his best smile. “That would be me,” he said.
“Can I please speak with you?” Quick said, nodding to the others.
The second one took Riley, and she fainted from the drugs in her system.
Justin tried to pull on Riley. “I’m so sorry, officers, but we have a flight to catch--”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” the third one said, shoving Justin into the wall. “You’re under arrest for kidnapping and assault.”
Riley’s eyes opened and she was immediately blinded by the lights.
Panic shot through her again. She was in Mexico. She had to be. Justin had her.
She shot up, trying to stumble out of the bed. She was snagged on something, and there were several loud noises from behind her, making her even more panicky.
“Riley!” A voice called.
Her head snapped to the voice.
“Riley, lie back. My name is Doctor Grey. You’re at a hospital. You’re safe. Do you understand?”
It took five long seconds, but the information was absorbed by Riley. She nodded.
“Can you tell me where you are?”
“Hospital,” Riley tried to say, but her tongue was too heavy and her throat hurt. She nodded.
“Good. Your mother will be here soon. We called her as soon as you were admitted.” Doctor Grey approached Riley with a chart in hand. “It appears Justin gave you lots of injuries. Your tests revealed a head injury as well as several minor bruises.” She took a breath. “He also choked you. There could be permanent damage to your vocal cords, but we won’t know until further testing is done. I know this is a lot; I’m sorry. Your mother said to be up-front with you. Do you understand everything I’ve told you?”
Riley gingerly touched her throat and nodded once again.
Doctor Grey patted Riley. “Is there anyone else you want to call?”
Riley reached for the clipboard. She wrote, Is my fiance here? Liam?”
The doctor looked at the note. “Yes. He isn’t technically family, so he can’t be allowed in the room until you’re out of recovery. Your mom is allowed in though. Are you ready to see her?”
Riley nodded excitedly.
Amanda came bounding through the door not five minutes later, wrapping her arms around her daughter, and sobbed.
Riley joined her mother’s cries with her own. She didn’t know what long-term damage had been done to her body, or how this would affect her relationship with Liam, Drake, and her future in-laws.
Amanda pushed Riley’s hair back and kissed her forehead before pulling her daughter close again. “When Liam called me--” she choked. “I thought-- oh, I thought the worst!”
The two of them sat in Riley’s hospital bed until the tears had long subsided.
John Deere Greene Chapter Thirteen: You Oughta See Her Fly
Wheeeeeeewwwwww yall have been waiting a hot second for this and I'm SORRY. I went back and edited everything that has been previously written, so there are fewer continuity errors (hopefully).
This is a short chapter, but if I don't stop it now... It'll be way too long. Chapter fourteen is in the works.
IT IS AUGUST 11, 2021.
This is unbeta'd. Have fun.
⚠️⚠️This story and its contents contain material not suited for sensitive viewers. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you are reading this, you are agreeing you are over 18. This warning serves as a blanket trigger and content warning. Cussing, rape, abuse, miscarriage, adultery, death, and other dark subjects will be mentioned. This is your FINAL WARNING.⚠️⚠️
Word Count:
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RED.
More time had passed, but Riley was unsure of how much. She had fought and lost the battle of consciousness. Her eyes were heavy from the drugs Justin had administered shortly after stroking her cheek.
“That’s it,” he said. “Go to sleep. When you wake up, we’ll be in Mexico.”
Riley swallowed hard, trying to shove the bitter taste in her mouth down. Her eyes blinked open slowly, Justin coming into view, smiling brightly.
“There she is,” he said too sweetly. “See officer? As I said, she just had too much to drink.”
Justin looked at Riley. She knew the drill. Play along or get beat even worse. She nodded and plastered a smile on her face. “Jus’ too much tequila,” she slurred.
The officer looked her over one more time, still not terribly convinced. “Okay,” he said.
Justin picked up Riley and carried her to the gate, waiting for their plane. “You’re still such a good actress,” he sneered. “Maybe that’s how you fooled Liam into loving you.” He set her down.
Riley just nodded. Her thoughts were still foggy and her head still hurt.
“You’re not gonna make a noise unless I tell you, huh?”
Riley nodded again.
“Such a good girl.”
Riley swallowed the bile in her throat. If she puked, Justin would be even angrier.
She swayed a little, and Justin braced her from behind. To any unsuspecting person, it may have looked like Riley had drunk too much.
To the officer who stopped Justin, it looked like Riley was a victim of sex trafficking. Something didn’t feel right in his gut as he watched the couple.
His phone buzzed and he read the text: BOLO for an Asian man in mid-thirties, black hair, 5’9”, and 130 pounds.” The picture of the man popped up, and the officer’s fears were confirmed.
“Officer Quick requesting backup at gate seventeen,” he muttered into his mic. “I have eyes on the BOLO. Over.”
“Back up is on the way,” confirmed the dispatcher.
Quick sucked in a breath and made his way calmly to the nearest worker.”What’s your name?”
“Bailey,” the woman said.
“That Asian man with the redheaded women, do you see them? They are not to go on their plane. Do you understand?”
The worker nodded. “This plane is going to Mexico. I can tell them there was something wrong with their passports and they need to step aside.”
Officer Quick thanked the woman and moved where he couldn’t be seen until his backup arrived.
When the plane began boarding, Bailey made a big fuss over Justin’s passport. “This can’t possibly be up-to-date,” she said.
Justin growled. “Of course it’s up-to-date. I just had it issued three months ago.”
Riley gulped. Justin had been planning on this excursion before she left.
“Sir, you have to step to the side until my supervisor can look at your passport.”
Justin very calmly moved himself and Riley to the waiting area, now very nervous. Something was wrong and he knew it. His eyes scanned the room and he stiffened when he saw three cops on the other side of the room.
“You bitch!” He hissed at Riley, grabbing her arm tightly, trying not to draw attention to himself. “You little bitch! You told someone, didn’t you?”
Riley whimpered. “Justin, I swear! I haven’t done anything.”
Quick noticed the change in his demeanor. “We don’t have time to wait for Ramsey,” he said. “Justin is getting restless.”
The three officers marched over to Justin, one had his gun drawn just in case. “Justin Severus?”
Justin put on his best smile. “That would be me,” he said.
“Can I please speak with you?” Quick said, nodding to the others.
The second one took Riley, and she fainted from the drugs in her system.
Justin tried to pull on Riley. “I’m so sorry, officers, but we have a flight to catch--”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” the third one said, shoving Justin into the wall. “You’re under arrest for kidnapping and assault.”
Riley’s eyes opened and she was immediately blinded by the lights.
Panic shot through her again. She was in Mexico. She had to be. Justin had her.
She shot up, trying to stumble out of the bed. She was snagged on something, and there were several loud noises from behind her, making her even more panicky.
“Riley!” A voice called.
Her head snapped to the voice.
“Riley, lie back. My name is Doctor Grey. You’re at a hospital. You’re safe. Do you understand?”
It took five long seconds, but the information was absorbed by Riley. She nodded.
“Can you tell me where you are?”
“Hospital,” Riley tried to say, but her tongue was too heavy and her throat hurt. She nodded.
“Good. Your mother will be here soon. We called her as soon as you were admitted.” Doctor Grey approached Riley with a chart in hand. “It appears Justin gave you lots of injuries. Your tests revealed a head injury as well as several minor bruises.” She took a breath. “He also choked you. There could be permanent damage to your vocal cords, but we won’t know until further testing is done. I know this is a lot; I’m sorry. Your mother said to be up-front with you. Do you understand everything I’ve told you?”
Riley gingerly touched her throat and nodded once again.
Doctor Grey patted Riley. “Is there anyone else you want to call?”
Riley reached for the clipboard. She wrote, Is my fiance here? Liam?”
The doctor looked at the note. “Yes. He isn’t technically family, so he can’t be allowed in the room until you’re out of recovery. Your mom is allowed in though. Are you ready to see her?”
Riley nodded excitedly.
Amanda came bounding through the door not five minutes later, wrapping her arms around her daughter, and sobbed.
Riley joined her mother’s cries with her own. She didn’t know what long-term damage had been done to her body, or how this would affect her relationship with Liam, Drake, and her future in-laws.
Amanda pushed Riley’s hair back and kissed her forehead before pulling her daughter close again. “When Liam called me--” she choked. “I thought-- oh, I thought the worst!”
The two of them sat in Riley’s hospital bed until the tears had long subsided.
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I look at him proudly, my eyes filled with excitement as I hold the positive pregnancy test in my open palm. He stares stupidly at the test before his eyes flicker between my palm, my eyes, and my still flat belly.
His light eyes fixate on my dark ones; his voice is gravelly as he explains in a slow, measured tone why he doesn’t want the baby:
I’ll be 40 when the child is born; I’m too old.
40 isn’t old.
A child will drain us financially.
But I’m the one contributing to our savings, the one who pays all the bills. He makes a decent salary as Vice-President of the local bank but he brings home a mere pittance. He doesn’t tell me where his money goes. I learned long ago not to pry.
I’m working on achieving my PhD in Education; I would be abandoning my dream.
My dream would be deferred, not denied.
We agreed too long ago that we didn’t want children.
He said he didn’t want children.
I snatch my hand back, but my gaze never leaves his.
I’m tangled up in blue.
That night, I feel his palms roughly push my thighs apart; his fingernails lightly scratch my skin as we assume positions that have become rote and perform a dance that has become routine. Afterwards, he pours me a glass of wine that I refuse.
He does not accompany me to the doctor’s appointment. He says he can’t take the time off work. I sit alone in the quiet, austere office looking at the doctor with uncertain eyes. I never expected to be a mother, and definitely not a single one.
The doctor asks if I wish to discuss options. I respond in the negative.
There are no options.
Weeks go by. He is home less and less, citing work travel. I am considering putting him out. Fifteen years without a ring, and he is happy to stay; 16 weeks of pregnancy and he is even happier to run away.
I come home from work one evening; I pause at the front closet and see his outerwear is missing. Fear clutches my stomach; I am unsure if I am scared of a home invasion or that he is really gone. A search reveals he’s really gone: His vinyl record collection is missing. The cookbooks that resided on a kitchen shelf, gone. His clothes no longer hang in closets; his bedroom slippers are no longer under our bed.
I sit heavily on the edge of the bed and stare into space before breaking down. I blame my tears on my hormones.
I am tangled up in blue.
Life goes on.
I transfer the money in our joint account into my personal one. I change the locks. I stop listening for his key in the door.
My belly rounds and firms. There are kicks, weak and tremulous before turning strong and sure.
I am having a boy.
I paint the nursery. I buy a wooden crib. I buy sheets, blankets, onesies. Everything is blue.
I am tangled up in blue.
It is a Wednesday night; I have just finished another solitary dinner. I watch tree branches whip and bend against the blustery wind as I wash dishes. Rays of slowly setting sun stripe the kitchen walls and floors. I am wiping my plate when I feel the splash of water against my ankles. I look down, dumfounded. I have just enough time to call my neighbor to drive me to the hospital, and grab my suitcase from the downstairs closet before the first contraction starts.
Several hours later, I am drenched in sweat and achy from a pain I’ve never felt before. I am crying tears of happiness and fear, but as I gaze into my son’s inquisitive eyes … I smile. A blue cap adorns his head, and his body is swaddled in a blue blanket. I pull him closer to my bosom, marveling at his tiny fingers curling around my larger one.
I name him Cedric.
I am tangled up in blue.
It is eight months later. It is a muggy, overcast Saturday, and I am sitting in a downtown café, Cedric in my lap. I am feeding him mashed bananas and bits of blueberry; in between, I take quick bites of a turkey and avocado sandwich. We have spent the morning at the local university where I registered for the courses necessary to complete my PhD studies.
My son’s attention is now on my wooden bead necklace instead of food; his chubby hands are reaching and grabbing. I chuckle as I begin gathering our things; I ask if he’s ready to go. He kicks his legs and dimpled ankles in response. I sling my purse and his diaper bag over my shoulder, and settle Cedric against my hip before rising and heading for the exit.
The bell above the establishment’s only door tinkles, and I see a family pass through the doorway: a petite woman, followed by four children; they appear to range in age from teens to toddler. The kids appear faintly familiar to me but I can’t fathom why.
I wait for them to pass through, flashing them a polite smile; they nod shyly in return. The last child, a boy, holds the door for me so I can exit. I head out, not seeing the man standing in my path. I stop short, looking up into his face.
My breath catches; he looks exactly the same.
Cerulean blue eyes with crinkles in the corner; a deep cleft in his chin, and dimpled cheeks; crooked front tooth hidden behind thinnish lips. His eyes widen at seeing me before lingering over Cedric’s face and features.
“Dad, come on!” the teenager holding the door says in an annoyed tone.
My eyes, filled with questions and accusations, meet his.
His cheeks flush with guilt and embarrassment. But his eyes never leave mine.
The Heart Of Nerve. Chapter 13, First Christmas. Warnings: NSFW, 🍋🍋🍋🍋 Author’s Summary: This is my story for 12 Days of Fictmas. This Christmas story is a story taking place after Maxwell and Shelly’s wedding in A Christmas Of Love. Liam and Gracelyn spend Christmas with her brother’s family. But this is the twins and the boys first Christmas together. Liam belongs to pixelberry. Gracelyn, Jason, Luka, Esther & Eleanor belong to me. Word Count: Liam x Gracelyn. 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
When Maxwell and Shelly’s wedding had finished, Liam and Gracelyn fell onto the couch exhausted. Though they felt exhausted, there were things that needed to be done before they retire for the night.
“Love, this is going to be a wonderful Christmas for our family. I’m rounding up those who hurt us this year. Our boys are doing well, and the twin girls are with us.” Gracelyn gives Liam a tired smile,
“Yes, there are many reasons to celebrate this Christmas.. Our children are all together for the first time. There’s many times I was frightened that me and the girls would never see you or the boys. I’m super excited that my brother, his girlfriend, and my nieces, nephews are coming. I want them to get to know you and our children.” Liam squeezes Gracelyn’s hand,
“My Love, I’m excited to get to know your brother. I met him when we picked Jason up. And again at the wedding along with Mason. This will be a more relaxed atmosphere tomorrow, a great way to get to know them better. They’re part of you Gracelyn.” Gracelyn let’s out a yawn,
“It will be fun and a real blessing. The only sad thing is the twins won’t remember it.” Liam winks at Gracelyn as she picks up messes in the living area,
“But we will my Love. Before your family arrives, Ana De Luca from Trend will be here to take family portrait. I want us and Cordonia to remember this Christmas. We have had a lot to go through, and we have come out stronger.” Gracelyn smiles,
“I agree. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow’s going to be wonderful and very hectic.” Liam smiles as he wraps his arms around Gracelyn,
“Let’s get ready for bed. You’re right we are going to need all the sleep we can get my tiny tea cup.” Both of them go to each child’s room to check on them, then head back to the master bedroom where Gracelyn curls up under the covers waiting for Liam.
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Liam slips under the covers snuggling next to Gracelyn, “Love?”
“Mmm.. Yes.. “ A smile came across Liam’s face as he leans in sweetly kissing Gracelyn’s cheeks and lips. After a few kisses, Liam was able to deepen them. Liam gently nibbles and caress Gracelyn’s lower lip desiring access, which she allows giving him dominance over her tongue as they dance. Gracelyn quietly moans,
“Liam, my King… “ Gracelyn grasps breathlessly as Liam flips her towards him,
“I want you, my Love! I want you now!” Liam whispers huskily into her ear, causing Gracelyn to smile and moan. Liam knowing that she was tired lifts her gown over her head, leaning in kissing her passionately. Liam starts kissing her checks moving to the crock of her neck. Slowly moving down past her collar bone to her breasts which he was massaging.. Liam gently nibbles her peaks causing them to harden. Gracelyn moans as he moves his hand inside of her panties. He stops long enough to take her panties and his pj bottoms off.
Liam gently parts her legs, lining himself up with her center. For a few moments he caresses her clit in circles causing Gracelyn to moan.
“That’s it my love. Enjoy this.” With one smooth thrust he enters her deeply causing Gracelyn to yelp and moan in pain then pleasure. Liam steadily thrusts in and out of her. Feeling her walls start to tighten, Liam increases his speed,
“Liam, I’m…going.. To.. Cum!”
“Cum for me Love! Look at me, I want to see you when you cum!” Moments later Gracelyn’s legs trembles as she climaxes, with Liam following close behind her. Liam holds Gracelyn close as they calm down Afterwards Liam gets up going to the bathroom to clean up. He returns a few moments later with a warm wash rag to clean Gracelyn up. With minutes of snuggling together, they drift off to dreamland.
🎄🎄🎄🎄Christmas Morning 🎄🎄🎄🎄
Before Liam and Gracelyn knew it, they were brought awake by these voices,
“Mommy! Daddy! Santa came! Wake up!” Liam opens one eye,
“Who says Santa has came? “ Liam inquires as Luka jumps up and down on the bed,
“See presents! Yah! Get up! Wake up!” Gracelyn and Jason starts laughing as Liam sits there amused,
“It seems that someone is very excited!” Gracelyn states as she wipes her eyes,
“Let’s get up, get dressed to have some breakfast.”
Gracelyn picks up Luka, carrying him to his room to change his clothes. Afterwards Liam takes Luka to the kitchen, while Gracelyn feds and changes the twins. Sweet Eleanor was easy going, making it easy to care for her. Now the first born Esther was fussy and dislikes a lot of what her parents would do. But Gracelyn finally got Esther along with Eleanor settled down. Gracelyn gets dressed and heads to the kitchen.
There Gracelyn was delighted to watch Liam serve Jason and Luka breakfast, while they try to play with him. Liam looks over at Gracelyn with a wide grin,
“Hello my Love. Right on time, breakfast is now being served.” This royal family of four sat down to eat blueberry pancakes with whip cream, bacon and rolls. They drank milk and orange juice.
After breakfast when everything was cleaned up, Liam goes and checks up on the twins. Seeing them asleep, Liam heads to the living room to watch the boys open their presents. Liam squats down by the boys,
“OK, my boys, I’m going to hand you your gifts so you can open them. We’ll try one at a time. We’ll see how it goes. Jason, Uncle Leo will assist you in any way you need. Mommy will help you Luka.” Gracelyn sets up the video camera before they got started to remember those precious moments.
Gracelyn walks over to Luka sitting next to him, “Liam, will Riley and Drake be spending time with Luka today?” Liam thought for a moment,
“I made arrangements for them to spend time with him under guard but in a family setting in order not to scare him. It’ll be about 2pm after Ana is done taking pictures, lunch and opening of gifts.” Gracelyn smiles and nods,
“Let’s get started.”
One at a time, the boys opened their gifts, they would squeal with delight every time they got something they wanted. After all of their gifts were open the boys were playing, Liam and Gracelyn opened their gifts for each other.
“Liam, this necklace and charm bracelet, along with the spa vouchers are wonderful! Thank you so much! I love you.” Liam kisses Gracelyn on the cheek,
“I love you my Tiny Tea Cup. Now let’s see what you got for me. Shall we?” Liam opens his gifts to see, a writing book, 2 fishing poles, and a Iphone 13.Liam flashes his sexy smile to her,
“Thanks my Love. I look forward to when we get to go fishing. And yes I was in need of a new phone.” Gracelyn leans in giving Liam a sweet kiss on the lips,
“Ewww! Stop! Cudies!” Jason shouts while Leo snickers,
“It will be so much fun for us to do. I pray that some day you and Drake will make amends so the two of you can fish together someday.” Liam nods with a small smile,
“We’ll see Love.. It will depend on what Drake does with his sentencing.” A few minutes later, the baby monitors start making noises. Liam looks at Leo,
“Leo, could you look after the boys while we get the twins ready?” Leo smiles at Liam,
“Yes, go ahead and get the twins ready for the pictures. I will help the boys change.” Leo helps Luka change in Jason’s room to assist Jason as needed.
Liam and Gracelyn go into the nursery to find four little eyes looking up at them.
“Hello good morning Little Loves! Daddy’s here now!” The twins coo and giggle as Liam stands there making silly faces, even Gracelyn had to giggle at his playfulness. After about thirty minutes, Liam and Gracelyn bring the girls downstairs to be greeted by Bastien,
“Your Majesties! Ana De Luca from Trend is in the formal living room. Leo already has the boys ready and in there. “ Liam smiles with a nod,
“Thank you Bastien. And Merry Christmas.” Liam and Gracelyn took the girls to the living room where Ana had finished setting up. The room was very festive. Ana took several family portraits, a couple were approved by the royal couple. In the next set were taken of the children together, as well separate. Throughout the session Gracelyn would become misty eyed with tears, that Liam would wipe any stray tears that would fall. After about 45 minutes, the twins and Luka were in need of a nap.
Jason went to his room to rest and play, while Liam and Grace laid the twins and Luka down for a nap. When they returned to the living area where Ana was waiting for them.
“Thank you Ana for waiting. And most of agreeing to do this.” Liam fondly states as Ana smiles,
“You’re welcome your majesties. I would like to take pictures of you as a couple. The chemistry between the two of you as well as towards your children.” Everyone chuckles as Ana clicks her camera catching the love between the couple in different poses.
“Your majesties, your chemistry is still strong as it was in the beginning even after everything the two of you went through.” Liam solemnly nods,
“I consider myself very blessed to have Gracelyn and the kids with me.” They finish up with the photo shoot, and Ana is on her way.
Within the hour Gracelyn’s brother and his children arrived. It was Tim, Julie and his children Alison, Phillip, Mason, and Alayna trailing in behind them. After Liam and Gracelyn greeted them,
“Where are the little ones?” Alison asks as Liam announces,
“Our little loves are asleep from all of the excitement of this morning. They were exhausted. But there will be plenty of time to spend with them while you’re in Cordonia..” Liam and the guys retired to the family area, while Alison and Alayna join Gracelyn in the kitchen organizing the food.
As the ladies were setting out the food, a sleepy Jason came walking out of his room but lit up when he saw Tim.
“Uncle Tim! Hey!” Now Tim’s eyes lit up as well,
“Hey! How’s my favorite buddy?” Jason laughs as Tim tosses him in the air, not far behind Jason was Luka. Seeing that his diaper was dry Liam picks Luka up looking at everyone,
“Everyone, this is my son Luka.” Liam took Luka around to everyone so he could meet them, where he acted shy. Everyone sits down to eat, after saying a prayer of Grace their conversation remained light and fun through the meal. As the ladies were cleaning up after the meal, Gracelyn heard the twins stir.
Liam and Gracelyn went into the nursery to change the girls diapers, then bringing them into family room. As they were drinking their bottles, the girls looked around at everyone wided eyed. Both Esther and Eleanor look at everyone with curiosity and joy. Gracelyn’s family spent time with twins and Jason, after Luka went to see Drake and Riley.
After the gifts were open, there was a lot of expression of love during the visit. After a long day with exhausted kids asleep, Gracelyn turns to Liam in bed.
“Blue Eyes, thank you for allowing my brother’s family to celebrate Christmas with us. It made it so rememberable,” A tired wide grin came across Liam’s face,
“You’re welcome my love. It was our kids first Christmas together. It needed to their very best and most rememberable First Christmas.” 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄
#fictmas2021 #Liam #Liam Rys #Liam x MC #Liam x Gracelyn #trr
It’s karaoke night in Cordonia. Everyone is drunk. Riley makes her way up to the stage.
Maxwell: “Yea! Go Riley!”
Hana: “Woot! Woot!”
Liam: “That’s my girl!”
Drake: “That’s my- uh, yeah, go Riley….”
Riley: flips through the book, picks out her song and nervously turns to the audience. She gives an impeccable performance of Mary MacGregor’s Torn Between Two Lovers. When she’s done, there’s barely a dry eye in the house. Even Madeleine sniffs softly to herself in her corner booth in the back of the room.
Hello Fella - Ordinary Day [Drake’s Birthday Bash]
@dcbbw and I have a shared headcanon for Drake and Damien. Hello Fella focuses on their life in upstate New York as they settle down together. I’ve added links to references made in the fic for anyone interested in more.
Summary: It’s Drake’s birthday and Damien and Fella know how he wants to celebrate. Or not. LOL.
This is for Drake’s Birthday Bash hosted by @twinkleallnight. Thank you for putting a fun little event together!
Pairing: Drake x Damien (Dramien), Upstate A/U
wc: 2000. PG reference to sex, cat being high on catnip. It’s FLUFFY.
Drake and Damien belong to Pixelberry. Please excuse anything that’s off here – I’ve been riding the migraine train. Thanks also to my wifie @dcbbw for talking about these boys with me.
One Shot: Ordinary Day
Drake scrunched his face before opening his eyes. He felt Damien’s back pressed against his torso; his soft cotton t-shirt tickled his skin with every exhale. On his chest, Fella softly purred as he slept with his head tucked under his chin. This is how he started most days, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Damien shifted slightly before letting out his breath and untangling himself from the blankets. “Morning,” Drake whispered as Damien rolled over to face him.
“Hi, baby,” Damien replied, yawning. “I see our boy snuggled up with you. It’s like he knows –”
“Don’t say it,” Drake grunted.
Damien stretched his arms over his head. “Say what? That I have today off?”
Drake snorted; Fella let out a grumpy rumble before hunkering down into his chest. “Your PTO just happens to be expiring –”
“You are grumpy this morning. Do you want to snuggle with Fella until he wakes up?”
“Damien, he sleeps all day!”
“True, but he will get up for breakfast. I’ll pop open a can of meat for him and then he’ll be up … and you can join him in the kitchen, but for waffles.” Damien ran his hand down Fella’s back. “He needs his beauty sleep.”
“So I’m being held hostage by a cat?”
Damien leaned over and gave Drake a quick kiss. “And you love it.”
“Purrtt?” Fella asked, blinking slowly as he lifted his head for his good morning lovin’.
Damien patted him between his ears. “And you too, mister.”
Harper & Drake’s Scrapbook: Gone Fishin’… Leave a Message
Series: TRR - (Un)Common Attraction universe
Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Harper Gale)
Synopsis: Harper and Drake go fishing and Harper decides to set up a voicemail greeting before they leave…
Word count: 186
Warnings: PG-13 (minor swears)
This is my submission for @choicesoctoberchallenge Day 25 - Woods / Flannel.
Originally, I was just going to do a moodboard/collage of Harper and Drake going camping, but then I got a random brainwave, and included a little fun snippet to accompany the photos.
Drake got off the jet glaring at Liam. “Really?” He questions as he looks around at the airport.
Liam had blindfolded Drake and ushered him on to the jet. He wanted Drake to have a different birthday this year. Something Drake would never forget. And he thought that Cape Town South Africa would be the best idea.
“Drake it will be fun.” Malia skips down the steps of the jet. She holds her arms out inhaling the air. “What’s that smell?” Her eyes light up as she looks for the suspicious smell.
A tall guy walks over to them greeting them. “Welkom in Kaap stad.” The young man says. All three off them stare at him as if he just grew another head. He smiles and clears his throat. “Welcome to Cape Town. I’m Tiaan and I will be your driver for your stay here.”
Liam straightens himself and holds out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Liam and this is my beautiful wife Malia. And our best friend Drake.” Liam made sure Tiaan knew that Malia is his wife.
After getting their bags Tiaan leads them to the car. And a short drive later they arrived at the holiday house they were going to be staying at for the week. It had the perfect view of Table Mountain as well as the beach.
Tiaan explained that he would stay in the guest house on the property and would be available to drive them to where ever they want to go. Liam thanked him as he leads Malia into the house.
They spend the first 3 days just exploring the city. They also experienced Load Shedding. Not that they knew what it was. But for some reason the electricity would be switched off for 2 hours throughout the country.
The morning of Drake’s Birthday, Liam walked down the stairs to see Malia standing at the window watching the ocean.
“What are you thinking?” Liam wraps his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck as she leans into him.
“We have to do something fun today for Drake’s birthday, but not mention that it’s his birthday and then I will ask Tiaan to setup something he calls a Braai.” Liam raises his brow at her now interested to know what a braai is. “He says it’s like a barbeque but on open flames.” Malia explains as she looks at her husband over her shoulder.
Just as Liam was about to say something Drake came down the stairs. He yawns as he stretches, walking sleepily down the steps. “Morning, what are we doing today?” He asks as he grabs himself a cup of coffee.
“We are going kayaking today.” Liam smiles proudly.
“Where?” Drake felt a little unsure where his friend and king wanted to go kayaking.
Liam wiggles his brows as he pulls Malia closer to him. “The ocean. I saw they had kayaking tours.” Malia’s eyes lights up at the mention of it. She had seen it but thought Liam would never let them do it.
Drake looked between the two of them. “Fine. Let’s do it. But if I die. I am going to come back and haunt the both of you.” He chuckles as he heads back up to get dressed. He was excited for this, but he will never tell Liam that. Not right now anyway.
After a short drive they made it to the area that they would be taking a boat out to where they were going to kayak from. Drake looked around the boat as they started to go out into the ocean.
“Right we will drop you off 5km from the shore. All you have to do is kayak back to shore. We will be close if you have any issues.” The instructor says as he hands out life vests and paddles.
Liam helps Malia into a kayak as Drake gets into his own. After Liam made sure Malia was safe he got into his own.
Drake looked around the deep dark blue water that surrounded him. He glanced at Malia as she smiles excitedly. He couldn’t help but smile seeing her this happy. Her excitement is enough to make his day. Seeing her smile like that is all he needs.
Deep down he did wonder why they didn’t say anything about his birthday. Did they forget? He didn’t think so, Liam always remembers.
They paddled for a bit when Drake saw something in the water. Not Liam or Malia noticing it as they happily chatted.
“Guys, isn’t Cape Town known for great white sharks?” Liam looks back at Drake with such force he almost tips himself.
“They wouldn’t have us out here if there were sharks.” Malia reassures him. But Drake kept looking around him trying to see what he saw the first place. He was sure he’s just being paranoid but what if it was a shark. He can already see the headline. Cordonia’s King and Queen attacked by a shark on best friend Drake Walker’s birthday. He couldn’t let that happen.
“Come on guys put your arms to it. We need to get out of here. There is something big swimming around here.” Drake pushed Liam a bit with his paddle. Liam looked around but couldn’t see anything. Malia looked back taking a photo of Liam with Table mountain in the back ground before she turned to look at Drake. Her eyes growing wide.
“Um…. Drake….” She points behind him. Drake slowly turned around to see the fin of a shark heading for him.
“Get out of here. No way any of us are dying today.” Drake shouts as he started paddling for his life. Liam stared at him as he watch him. He has never see anyone move that fast in a kayak.
Malia laughs so hard tears start running down her cheeks. Liam reaches for her hand as they watch drake move back to shore. They were sure that if he goes any faster, he will be flying.
“Do you think we should tell him?” Malia asks through her laughter.
“We can try, but I am sure he will not hear us.” Liam lets go of her hand as the two of them start to paddle back towards the shore.
After a while they made it to shore seeing Drake laying on the beach with his arm over his eyes. Malia went to stand over him. He moves his hand and almost pull her on top of him.
“You’re safe. I thought I lost you.” She laughs as she hugs him. Liam comes up behind them.
“Drake what did you see?” Liam asks as he outs his hand around Malia’s waist.
“A Shark… A huge shark!” Liam bites his lips trying to stop himself from laughing.
Malia slaps the back of Drake’s head. “It was a dolphin. It came up right after you flew past us. Do you really think they would put us in water with sharks?” Just then a boat that does cage diving goes past them. They watch as they stop not far from where drake said he saw the shark.
They all look at each other. “Let’s go back to the house. I don’t want to see them lower that cage. They are watching the dolphin you saw.” Drake flings his arm around Malia and Liam.
“Happy Birthday Drake!” Liam and Malia say together. Drake smiles at them as they walk down the road to get to their waiting car. He knew they didn’t forget.
Birthright (Part 1): I Have This Dream Where I'm Screaming Underwater
Book: The Royal Romance A/U
Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC
The TRR gang and Cordonia belong to Pixelberry, I’m just completely ruining changing their lives.
Series Summary: The spare. That’s how everyone has referred to Prince Liam for all of his life. Not that he minds. While his older brother has always been the perfect Crown Prince to Cordonia, he is free to pursue the life he wants. However, when a tragic accident befalls the royal family, Liam’s world drastically changes, thrusting him into a role he never thought he wanted.
Catch-up here: Birthright Masterlist
Chapter Summary: Liam tries to adjust to his new world with help from new and old friends.
Word Count: 3850
Song Inspiration: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers
Rating/Warnings: M (18+ only), depictions of grief and depression, language, drinking in excess, major and minor character death.
A/N: Thank you to @txemrn for pre-reading!
A/N #2: I know it has been forever since I posted the prologue for this, so the tag list might be outdated. If you are interested in being added or removed from the tag list, please let me know!
In the days that followed the plane crash, Liam’s world completely tilted on its axis. After the crash was confirmed, the entire country started to mourn the loss of their crown prince, hundreds of citizens lining the gates of the palace every day. But despite the hum of the mourners outside, the air in the palace was stifling, the walls echoing with past memories and regrets.
In their few appearances to the public, Constantine and Regina played their roles as the stoic leaders perfectly, hiding their grief underneath masks of propriety. But as much as he tried, Liam could never get his own to fit quite right, his pain marking every piece of him. Since he found out about the crash, his mind couldn’t stop replaying every single conversation, every single fight he had with Leo, wishing more than anything that he could take back his words. He was sure that his regrets were etched on his face, evident for the world to see.
While he prepared for the memorial service, Liam stared at his reflection in the mirror of his suite, fixing the emblems that lined his chest for the third time. He needed to do something, anything, to keep his hands from shaking. He barely recognized the man in front of him, his usual jovial smirk traded in for the hard, grief-drawn lines. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of his inability to rest, unable to turn his mind off following the official announcement of his brother’s death. No matter what he tried, Liam was never able to escape the feeling of loss.
As images of Leo, Bastien, and the other’s faces flashed in his mind, Liam’s hands tightened into balls at his side. He was consumed by thoughts of the lives that were stolen, about the time that he had wasted when he should have been helping Leo. How he should have been the one on the plane, assisting his family with trade negotiations instead of losing himself in an endless parade of drinks and unnamed late-night callers.
Before Liam even realized his actions, his arm swung out, his fist connecting with the glass pane in front of him. As he pulled his hands back, he watched the cracks deepen until the glass could no longer hold on. The falling pieces made him step back, breaking him from his despair for a moment. He looked down at his hand, the knuckles stained with dark red blood slowly dripping onto the floor.
Liam knew he should clean the mess before it worsened, but he made no movements. Instead, he allowed himself to feel the pain radiating from his cuts and scrapes, the first reprieve from his guilt and grief that he felt in days. He hissed when he felt someone take his hand, appraising the damage he had done.
“Liam…..” Regina whispered, pressing a damp cloth to his battered knuckles.
Liam smiled gratefully at her, “Thank you.”
“That is not necessary,” she smiled back. “But you need to get this cleaned up. The public needs us to be a beacon of strength right now. If we show weakness….”
“Others will perceive us as weak,” Liam finished, his father’s words echoing in his mind.
Regina bowed her head in agreement, “True. But that is not the only reason. We are all feeling this loss. We need to draw strength from each other. Your father and I both need you right now, as we will be there for you.”
Liam solemnly nods, taking his hand out of her grip. He slowly walks into the bathroom to run it under the cold water, the pain already fading into numbness. He watched as the water diluted the blood, slowly fading away into the drain. Liam hoped that one day, his anger would fade away just as easily. He grabbed bandages from the cabinet, trying to cover the scrapes the best he could.
As he finished wrapping his hand as discreetly as possible, Liam returned to the living area. Regina turned to face him with a smile that did not reach her eyes, “That’s much better,” she soothingly said as she ran her hands along the lines of his jacket. She glanced up at Liam before placing her hand on his cheek. “Remember, our people are looking to us for guidance today. They are mourning a loss as well. And as the future king, they need you to show them that everything will be all right under your reign.”
Liam inhaled slowly, trying to absorb her words. But that was precisely the problem. He was never meant to be the King, he had no idea where to even begin to fill Leo’s shoes. He had always been the outsider. The spare, a nickname that’s meaning never quite sunk in until Leo and the others were declared dead. He took Regina’s hand, tucking into the crook of his arm. She breathed in slowly, her practiced smile locking into place, “Are you ready?”
He tried to match her impassive expression, but instead, his lips formed a tight line, “I will be.”
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A few hours later, Liam sat back in the parlor, his body overcome with exhaustion. The memorial service was more demanding than he anticipated, using all of his energy to keep the same stoic expression written on his face. The entire service, he kept his gaze trained on a small plant on the altar, afraid that if he glanced at one of the portraits lined up in front of it, he would break for everyone to see.
Now hidden away from the rest of the court, Liam glanced over to his father, locked in conversation with the Dukes of Portavira and Castellarian. Even from across the room, Liam could see the pain reflecting in his father’s eyes, a sight that caused his chest to ache even more. Never before had he seen his father look so forlorn, so broken. But he didn’t have to question why. Constantine lost his perfect son, the ideal future king was gone. He was left with the son who had done nothing but fail him.
“Here,” a voice called out from over his shoulder, handing him a large glass of amber liquid. “Look like you could use this.”
Liam smirked when he looked up, pleased to see his childhood friend staring down at him. He stood, placing the glass on the table before grasping his friend in a tight embrace. “I’m glad you made it, Drake.”
“Of course I did, Li.” Liam motioned at the spot on the settee next to him, Drake obliging the request. “I’m so sorry about Leo. We might not have always seen eye to eye, but I respected the hell out of him.”
Liam shook his head in appreciation. “I’m sorry for your loss as well. I know Bastien meant a great deal to your family.”
Drake took a long pull from his drink, “Thanks, man.” He shook his head, the feeling of loss an all too familiar one after his father’s death. “But I’m here for you. How’re you holding up?”
Liam gave a short chuckle, tapping his fingers along the etched glass. “About as well to be expected, I suppose.”
“Li….you don’t have to put up that front with me.”
Liam downed the rest of his drink, setting it on the table in front of him. “I know, and I appreciate that. But for now, I prefer not to talk about it.” He leaned back against the back of the chair. “Did you come alone?”
Drake shook his head, “Nah, Savannah’s around here somewhere.”
Liam arched his brow in question. It had been almost five years since Drake moved to America, deciding to stay after he graduated from university. While he told Liam the change was due to a job opportunity, Liam knew his friend better than that. It only took one visit back home with his new girlfriend on his arm for Liam to realize that Drake had found his person, that they were building their lives together in New York. While the two men kept in constant contact the first few months after his official move, their lives started to completely diverge, Liam’s world becoming more about the thrill while Drake settled down into a domestic routine. “And Alaina?” he questioned. “She isn’t here with you?”
Drake shook his head, “She flew over with me, but she thought this was something that Savi and I had to do together. We’re going to meet up after. Besides…” he said, turning back towards Liam, “I thought it’d give us some time to talk. It’s been too long.”
Liam nodded in agreement, “It really has. But I meant what I said before Drake, I am fine.” He took another sip of his drink, “When do you return to New York?”
“A couple more days,” Drake answered. “But if you need me….”
As his friend spoke, Liam did everything he could to drown him out, unwilling to open the door to his true feelings. While he could keep up his walls with everyone else, Drake knew him too well, knew when his words were nothing more than carefully guarded lies. Liam looked through the crowd, needing some sort of a distraction before he fell apart again. As he met the eyes of a few blondes chatting up Maxwell and the rest of his friends in the corner, Liam smirked. “Drake, I appreciate that you came all this way, but I’m afraid I must speak with some of the members of the royal council.”
“Right,” Drake answered, standing up with Liam. “It was good to see you, buddy.”
Liam nodded, unable to meet his eye. “You too, Drake. Text me and we can meet up again before you leave.”
“Sure, Li. Whatever you need.”
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As the day faded into night, Liam found himself at his usual haunt, a loud and crowded nightclub on the outskirts of the capital, surrounded by Maxwell, Rashaad, and Tariq. While the others flirted with the various people who joined their group, Liam couldn’t help but let his mind drift back to the palace. It was the exact opposite of what he hoped to achieve, praying that the steady beat of the bass and easy conversations would distract him from reality. But instead, every action felt hollow, unsure if he even knew how to navigate his own life anymore. As one of the blondes from earlier slid in next to him, Liam excused himself, needing a few minutes of quiet.
He walked down the street, successfully able to evade Mara as she waited at the doors of the club. He looked up, finding a sign for a small, quiet pub. He smiled to himself; it sounded like exactly what he needed at the moment. Liam entered the quaint establishment, hoping that the dark environment would be enough to hide his identity. Luckily as he took a seat next to the bar, no one seemed to pay him any mind, the bartender barely glancing at his face. “What’ll it be?” the man gruffly asked.
“Laphroaig, if you have it,” Liam answered, tapping his fingers along the solid oak bar while he waited. When the bartender passed him the glass, he took a large sip, his face contorting when he realized it was not even close to what he asked for.
“Wrong order?” a voice from beside him called out.
Liam turned, meeting the hazel eyes of a brunette sitting beside him. He smirked to himself, “Not exactly what I was expecting.”
She rolled her eyes, climbing over the bar and hopping behind it. “What were you looking for?” She ducked down, searching the rows of bottles, “Oh yeah….the scotch should be somewhere around here…..”
Liam arched his brow, “Are you allowed to be back there?”
“Wow,” she chuckled, her voice muffled from her place under the bar. “Try to do a guy a favor....” She stood up, prepared to hop back to the other side, “Enjoy whatever sludge Peter just served you.”
“No, no, please,” Liam laughed. “If you wouldn’t mind, it’s been a long day and I would really appreciate your help.”
She paused, arching her brow back at him, “Depends...What’s in it for me?”
“Besides the pleasure of my company?” Liam answered, his voice dropping to a husky tone. “How about I pay your tab as well.”
She paused, pursing her lips as she weighed his offer. “Fine,” she answered, dropping down to find the correct bottle.
Liam peered over the edge, watching the precision with which she moved the contents of the bar. “I take it this isn’t your first time back there?”
“Nope,” she called out. “I first started coming here about...six months ago? Right after I moved to Cordonia.” She mumbled as she continued her search. “Anyway...after calling out Peter’s terrible bartending skills one too many times, he gave me free rein.”
“Does that mean you work here?” Liam asked curiously.
“Not exactly,” she paused, finding the correct bottle and pouring Liam a proper drink. “I guess you could call it more of an…..involuntary consultant position. But I’d still rather drink here than anywhere else in this city.”
Liam took a sip of his drink, a grateful smile forming on his lips as the familiar taste washed over him. “Thank you.”
The woman shrugged, pouring one for herself. “We’ll call it my good deed for the day.”
“Do I get to learn the name of my good samaritan?” Liam teased.
She scrunched her face, appraising him for a moment. She reached across the bar, offering him her hand, “Andi.”
Liam smiled as he placed his hand against hers, his thumb sliding along her smooth skin on the back. “Liam.”
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As the day came to a close, Drake slid his key into the door of his hotel room, quietly shutting it behind him after he entered. He stepped into the main area of the space, smiling when he saw Alaina already snuggled up in the bed. He pressed a quick kiss to the crown of her head before changing his clothes, climbing in beside her. She smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her back flush against his chest. She ran her fingers along his arm, “How was it?”
Drake inhaled slowly, “Harder than I thought it would be.”
“I’m so sorry, Drake,” Alaina said as she turned around, snuggling against the hard planes of his chest. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Stay like this,” he mumbled, holding her closer. “This is good.”
After several silent minutes locked in each other’s embrace, Alaina sighed, looking up at Drake. “How’s Liam holding up?” she quietly asked, breaking the moment between them.
He shook his head, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know. He kept saying he was fine but….”
“But you know him,” Alaina answered, finding the words for him.
Drake nodded, “He’s gotta be hurting, but he’s not going to let anyone else see how much.” He ran his hand through his hair, “I hate this part, not knowing what the fuck I should do.”
Alaina sat up, smiling softly down at him, “Yes, you do.”
He furrowed his brow, staring back at her for a few moments before his face shifted in understanding. “No, Gold. I can’t.”
She placed her hand in his, squeezing tightly, “Your best friend needs you, Drake. Are you seriously going to be able to live with yourself if we go back to New York right now?”
Drake’s lips started to curl into a smile, “We?”
Alaina tilted her head, “Well, yeah...I assumed. I mean...if I thought if you wanted to stay….I’d have to go back to New York for a little while, but I thought after I got things packed up….”
But her ramblings were silenced when Drake pulled her in for a lingering kiss, his hands cupping her cheeks. “I can’t ask you to do this for me, Alaina.”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering,” she placed her hand on top of his. “You were willing to move across the world for me once, let me do this for you now.” She smiled back at him, “Besides, it’s not like New York has much going for me without you there.”
Drake held her close, running his hands through her hair, “I love you, Gold.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
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“Cheater!” Andi exclaimed, watching as Liam sunk another bullseye into the dartboard. She looked at the score and rolled her eyes, slinking back into her barstool. “I call bullshit. No one is this good at darts.”
Liam laughed, closing his left eye to aim his next dart, “How could I possibly cheat? It’s literally all in how you throw.” To emphasize his point, he released the dart, letting it sail through the air effortlessly, piercing the corkboard in the exact spot he intended.
“Whatever,” Andi muttered as she hopped down and took her set of darts from the counter. “You could’ve just ended the game and saved me the very last bit of my dignity.”
“Not quite yet,” Liam said, stepping behind her as she started to aim. “You should know, some things in life are meant to be savored...” As the last word left his mouth, she released her dart, flying straight into the wood paneling behind the dartboard.
“Fuck!” Andi exclaimed, smiling daintily back at Peter as he grimaced at the still wobbling dart. She turned towards Liam, narrowing her eyes. “If you get me kicked out of my favorite bar, I will never forgive you.”
“Don’t worry,” Liam whispered, stepping closer towards her, “I might have some pull around here.”
“Only some?” Andi retorted, lifting her brow. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting humility from the so-called Playboy Prince.”
Liam groaned, “You know who I am?”
“I might be a recent transplant, but even I know what the royal family looks like,” Andi smirked. Her face fell as she thought about the recent news, “I’m sorry about your brother. From what I’ve read, he seemed like a good man.”
“Thank you, he was,” Liam answered, his same solemn tone returning. He stared down at her for a moment, “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
She shrugged, “After everything you’ve been through, I figured you needed a normal night.” She tilted her chin in the direction of the door, “But I have a feeling that’s about to come crashing to an end.”
Liam turned towards the entrance in confusion, groaning as Mara and other Royal Guards entered the establishment. “Your Majesty,” she bowed her head. “We’re here to escort you back to the palace.”
Andi smirked beside him, “Sorry Prince Charming, looks like time’s up.”
“And if I want another night of normalcy?” Liam asked quickly, turning back towards her.
Andi rolled her lips, smirking back at him, “You know where to find me.”
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After the royal guard ushered him back into the palace, Liam refused to return to his suite, all too aware of the restless night that awaited him. Instead, he wandered the halls of the palace, attempting to avoid all of the places that reminded him of Leo. But it was useless; almost every inch of the palace holding some memory of his brother. As he passed the doors to the kitchens, Liam’s stomach grumbled, only now realizing that he hadn’t eaten all day. But as he pushed the swinging door open, Liam quickly found that he was not the only one unable to sleep, his father sitting at one of the tables with a tray of baklava set before him.
Constantine smiled as Liam stepped inside, pushing the tray towards his son. “If anyone asks, you never saw me.”
Liam sat down across from him, taking a fork from the counter. He took a small bite, enjoying the delicate dessert before glancing up at his father’s tired eyes. They softened as he gazed back at Liam. “You did well today, my son,” Constantine admitted as he pulled another piece with his utensil. “Regina and I are very proud of how you conducted yourself.”
“Better late than never, I suppose,” Liam sardonically chuckled.
“Liam….” Constantine quietly replied, placing his fork down on the counter. “I know I haven’t handled everything as well as I should. Most of my time has been spent with….” he cleared his throat, unable to voice the name. “But it was only to ensure that our people would be in good hands when the time came for me to step down. I needed to make sure that our country was taken care of, that our people had a strong leader they could depend upon.”
Liam nodded, “I understand, I do. It may not seem like it, but I am aware of what our duty entails, you have shown me every single day. You put our people’s needs above all else, ensuring that every single person is taken care of. It’s what makes you a great king.” He smirked up at his father, “Even if it makes you a shit dad sometimes.”
Constantine genuinely chuckled along with him, nodding his head in agreement. He watched his younger son, the light that usually filled his eyes now missing. “How are you, Liam?”
He inhaled slowly, weighing his next words carefully. Liam debated about giving the same company line, telling his father the same lie that he had been repeating all day. But seeing his grief echoing back at him made him stronger, made him willing to open up. “I’m angry,” he answered, his grip tightening around his fork. “I keep telling myself that there was nothing that could be done, but I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”
“I know that feeling well,” Constantine admitted. “But we have to remind ourselves there was nothing we could have done. We will get through this, son. I know we will.” He exhaled slowly, glancing at the clock on the wall. “My apologies, Liam, I should retire for the evening. I am not the young man I once was.”
But as Constantine reached the exit of the kitchen, Liam called out to him, “Do you think I can handle it?” He waited as his father paused, turning around to face him. “Being king?”
“Those qualities you said make me a great king….I see them in you as well, Liam.” Constantine stepped forward, placing his hand on his son’s arm. “Despite your best efforts to hide them, I see those traits inside of you. If you choose this life, I have every faith that you will be a great ruler, the kind that Cordonia requires." He smiled kindly towards his son, "But only you can decide if you will be able to handle the weight of the crown, no one else.”
As Constantine left the room, Liam stared off into the darkness, his father’s words replaying in his mind. He sighed, running his hands over his face. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
A 'Two's Company' fanfic, in which MC Lucy Valois married both King Brad Rys and Drake Walker in a Cordonian triple marriage. The royal heir, Luke, is almost three and Drake's birthday approaches.
Word Count 1506
A/N It's been a while since I wrote about these three. Happy Birthday Drake!
Mention of pregnancy and a little undercurrent of horniness, otherwise all fluff. NO UNDER 18s as my fics are all mature
Drake's Valtorian Birthday Bash
‘Dada.’ Little Luke Valois Rys held his arms up to Brad, begging to be lifted up.
‘Okay little bean.’ He replied, hoisting the two year old up onto his shoulders. He and Luke’s mother, Queen Lucy Valois Rys Walker were out walking on the nature trail at Valtoria on a warm autumn day and had stopped for a rest. Their husband, Duke Drake Walker, had stayed behind to spend some time in the stables. Their five year long Cordonian triple marriage was working well, and already there was an heir to the throne in the form of little Luke.
‘So what are we going to do for Drake’s birthday?’ Lucy asked Brad. ‘I know he hates a fuss, but I’ve some news that will really make this a special one.’ Brad raised his eyebrows.
‘Oh yes, anything I should know?’ She smiled apologetically.
‘I don’t want to jinx it, your majesty.’
‘Birthday?’ Luke had gotten the gist of the conversation, and thoughts of cake and balloons and presents were probably filling the toddler’s head.
‘Yes, little one, Daddy Drake’s birthday is next week.’ Lucy answered, reaching up and taking the toddler’s hand. He bounced up and down on his father’s shoulders enthusiastically.
‘Chocolate cake for Dada Dake.’ He started to chant. Brad winced, but a smile spread across his face. The little boy knew Brad was his biological father, but they still referred to Drake as ‘Daddy Drake’, and he was a very loved child.
‘Hey Luke, less dancing, it hurts Daddy’s shoulders.’
‘Mummy.’ He leaned over dramatically, holding his arms out to Lucy and bailed out. She scooped him into her arms, cradling him much as she had when he was smaller, nuzzling his nose and pretending to steal it. He squealed with laughter and wriggled to get down, dancing along the trail in front of them.
‘Well how about a barbeque? That man loves his meat.’ Brad suggested.
‘He also likes to be main cook. We could get the staff to set it up while we distract him, pretend we forgot.’
‘I don’t think that will be possible with Luke around. He knows all about birthdays and he can't keep a secret.’
‘Well maybe the barbeque could be the surprise part. We could pretend we’re having a fancy dinner, get him all dressed up in a suit and spring it on him. We could have some food ready and some for him to grill.’
‘Now that could work.’ Brad grinned. Ahead of them, Luke galloped along the path, but tripped over a root and fell full length onto the ground. Brad rushed ahead before he could start to cry, picking him up off the ground and swinging him round.
‘Hey Luke, careful there. You don’t want a booboo for Daddy Drake’s party.’
‘I think it’s time we turned back.’ Lucy suggested. ‘I have to talk to Grace, get it all organised – and Luke only has short little legs, he’s tired.’ She dropped her voice for the last part. Brad swung his son onto his shoulders and the three of them set off back to the Manor.
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‘I don’t see why we had to have a fancy shmancy dinner.’ Drake grumbled as he knotted his tie in front of the mirror. ‘You know I hate dressing up.’
‘Suck it up Drake.’ Brad replied, making a minor adjustment to his own cravat, resplendent in his formal dinner jacket with the red sash. ‘It’s what Lucy wanted, and what she wants, she gets.’
‘Hormones.’ Drake scoffed. ‘I love that woman, but her moods go up and down like a yoyo.’ Brad took his shoulders and turned Drake to face him, looking him over critcally.
‘Well, I think you’ll pass for her majesty. Let’s go down and join her and Luke. He’s very excited to be staying up late for the dinner.’
‘It’s ridiculous. I bet she’s got him all gussied up in a suit too.’
‘Now come on, she’s gone to all this trouble. I tried telling her you’d prefer something less formal but she put her foot down.’ Drake sighed heavily.
‘Okay, let’s go down.’ The two men descended the wide staircase. Lucy and Luke stood at the bottom hand in hand. Surprisingly Luke wasn’t dressed formally at all, and his face was blotchy.
‘Look Luke, aren’t your daddies smart?’ she said brightly, but there was an undertone of stress. The little boy had probably drawn the line at dressing up.
‘Daddy Dake, we’re having a party!’ Drake reached down and swung the little boy up into his arms.
‘Hey squirt, how did you manage to escape the suit?’ he asked ‘Tell me your secret.’
‘I don’t think lying down on the floor kicking and screaming would be a good look for you.’ Lucy said wryly.
'Fair point.' Drake conceded.
‘Before we go into the dining hall we’ve a final couple of presents for you.’ Brad said ‘Come on through to the lounge.’ Drake handed the toddler over to his father and they all traipsed into the lounge, where two more neatly wrapped presents were stacked on a coffee table. Luke danced happily over and picked one up.
‘Open, Daddy Dake, open.’ Drake sat down on the couch and tore into the paper. Brad grimaced – the two men couldn’t be more different on the way they dealt with gifts. Brad would take it, examine it and carefully work out the best way to open it neatly, folding the paper and spending time examining the gift and politely thanking whoever had given it to him if they were present. Drake would rip into it, scrumple the paper up and drop it onto the floor. He was always effusive in his thanks and ready to move on to the next gift, even though he always insisted he didn’t want much. Brad’s regal poker face meant that only those really close to him knew if he truly was grateful, and even then he managed to hide his feelings from Lucy and Drake from time to time.
Drake looked slightly puzzled as he unfolded a check shirt and pair of jeans.
‘Hey, why’m I all dressed up if you were going to give me these?’ Brad rolled his eyes and made an imperceptible nod to Lucy, mouthing hormones. Drake sighed and got up.
‘Oh well, lets get this over with.’
‘One more thing, mister.’ Lucy said, producing a scarf. ‘I want the decorations in the dining hall to be a surprise. Hold still now.’ She stood behind him and tied the scarf around his eyes.
‘Lucy…’ he grumbled ‘You know it’s all the same to me.’ She punched his arm and he winced, rubbing it ruefully.
‘Shut up and enjoy it.’ She steered him out of the room to the dining room, where the doors to the terrace stood open. She lead him to the table as if she was going to sit him down with his back to the doors, then at the last minute turned him round and took the blindfold off. His expression changed swiftly from one of resignation to puzzlement to delight as he saw the grill outside and a table groaning with meat and burgers ready for preparation. Not only that, but Bernard, Savannah, Maxwell and Hana stood outside waiting for him.
‘Surprise!’ Lucy cried, as did the remainder of the guests.
‘Well I’ll be – godammit Lucy, how did you pull this off?’ he gasped ‘Bring me those jeans and shirt – and get me an apron, I’m gonna need it to get these babies ready.’ He advanced on the grill, rubbing his hands together in glee.
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Two hours later everyone was picking at the birthday cake. Rock music filled the air, though not too loud as Brad had just taken Luke to bed. Lucy appeared at Drake’s elbow and drew him aside to the edge of the terrace. She planted a kiss on his cheek.
‘Happy, my grumpy marshmallow?’
‘So full of meat I can’t manage a smore.’ He grinned ‘At least not yet. You’re a marvel.’ He returned the kiss, their bodies melting into each other until she drew back.
‘Come walk with me.’
‘Hmm okay, there’s a nice quiet little place where we could…’ he winked suggestively.
‘Well it is your birthday.’ They walked to the summer house, and turned back to look at the manor, lights shining and music faint as the guests danced and drank. Drake drew her into his arms and kissed her again, and she ran her fingers through his hair.
‘It’s been a great birthday. Thankyou so much. I love you, and I’m so glad you’re in my life.’
‘I’ve got one more present for you, my darling.’ She took his hand and put his palm on her belly. He grinned and tried to move it lower, but she stopped him.
‘Remember how I was when I was pregnant with Luke?’ she asked.
‘Oh yes, you were horny as hell. Brad was so scared of hurting the baby he didn’t…’ He stopped mid sentence and stared at her. ‘But that…does it...are you?’ She nodded, smiling.
‘I’m pregnant again Drake. You’re going to be a father – and this one’s yours.’
A/N Just in case you're wondering how Lucy knows Drake is the father, it was agreed that after having Brad's child as heir, Drake would be next, so Brad has been taking precautions.
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Halloween Birthday. Warning: Blood, possible character death. NSFW ⚠️⚠️🚨🚨 🍋🍋🍋 A/N: This one shot takes place after Liam, Drake And Riley make amends in the series After The King & A Question of Faith. What could happen When Riley & Gracelyn plan a birthday dinner For Drake. I’m participating Creepy Campfire Stories and Drake’s Birthday Bash. Liam and the trr gang belong to Pixelberry. Gracelyn and Shelly belong to me Word Count: 1574 Drake & Riley, Liam & Gracelyn, Maxwell & Shelly *****
It had been several months since Drake, Riley and Liam made amends in Drake’s cabin. Though the guys had been spending time together, the atmosphere seemed stress and tense the ladies were pleased they were trying.
During Gracelyn’s lunch hour, Riley stopped by. “Hey Gracelyn, How are you?” Gracelyn looks up at Riley from her desk in the Queen’s study.
“Hello Riley, How are you? How are things going?” Riley shakes her head,
“As you know the guys have been spending time together. I’m trying to think of a way to reduce the tension between them.” Gracelyn stacks her papers seeing that Riley had brought lunch.
“Let’s go to the small conference room to eat and talk.” After they set up lunch, Riley spoke.
“I want to do something special for Drake’s birthday. It’s coming up in a few weeks. Could you help me plan something? It’s happening around Halloween.” After taking a few bites Gracelyn responds,
“How can Liam and I help?” Riley gets a wicked grin,
“Please have Liam keep Drake busy the afternoon of the birthday party. So that you can help me with the set up.”
“Alright if I can get Liam to distract Drake, which I don’t think will be a problem. What’s your plan?” Riley starts to giggle,
“Well, here it is?” For the next thirty minutes while they ate Riley explains what she was thinking,
“Thanks for spending time with me Riley. I’ll be in touch after I talk to Liam.” The ladies separated and went on with their day.
Several days later while in bed Gracelyn turns to Liam, “My Sweet Blue Eyes, How are things going with Drake?” Liam removes his glasses while putting down his phone he was scrolling through,
“Love, we’re talking and trying to work through things, though it’s stressful. At times, I think tense as well. Why?” Gracelyn smiles while she softly kisses his lips,
“That’s a good start. May I ask a favor of you?” Gracelyn sweetly bats her eyes,
“What is it my Queen?”
“On Drake’s birthday, could you keep him busy on that day? Riley is planning a small birthday dinner. We are invited along with Maxwell and Shelly. We need him away from the cabin for the afternoon to prepare.”
Liam chuckles as he kisses Gracelyn, while cuddling next to her. “My Love, I’ll do all I can to keep him busy. “ A short time later they both fall asleep.
****Drake’s Birthday****
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On the morning of Oct 25, Drake woke up feeling intense pleasure. He lifts up the covers to see Riley between his legs, taking his length into her mouth sucking him deep.
“Oh, baby! Just like that!” Drake groans grasping her hair guiding her to go deeper on to his length,
“Don’t stop! It feels sooo good!” Drake cries out as his pleasure starts to build up stronger,
“Baby, I’m going to cum!” Riley looks up at Drake batting her lashes at him, moments later Drake spills his seed into her throat. Riley swallowed eagerly. As Drake starts to calm down from his climax Riley kisses him deeply, allowing him to taste himself.
“Riley, allow me to return the favor?” Riley starts to giggle,
“Happy birthday my marshmallow. Not today, You have a full schedule today! Now if you’re up to it tonight, we can have more fun then.” Drake laughs,
“Yes, Liam wants to spend time with me today. Guy time is what he calls it.”Riley sits up on her knees,
“Today is your special day! So man up and enjoy it.” Drake groans and slaps his forehead ,
“My birthday! I’d rather forget this day. You know that!” Riley giggles at Drake’s frustration,
“Yes marshmallow, it’s your birthday. Guy time with Liam, a quiet dinner with our small group of friends. What could go wrong?” Drake playfully taps her nose,
“Well then, I need to get ready to meet Liam.” Drake hops up heading towards the bathroom,
“Breakfast will be ready when you get out of the shower.” A short time later Drake came into the kitchen to the smell of eggs, bacon, toast & pancakes.
“Walker, this smells wonderful!” Drake sits down eating hungrily and quickly,
“Boy, you seem hungry this morning.” Drake kisses Riley,
“I had no idea! But I’ll need it to keep up with Liam today.” Drake gets into his truck to meet Liam at the Royal Stables,
“Hey, Liam, What’s up for today?” Liam smiles clapping Drake on the shoulder,
“A day of Drake fun! Horseback riding, fishing around lunch time. Then to grab a whiskey or two at the Beer Garden with Maxwell, before going to the cabin for dinner.” Drake smirks rubbing his hands together,
“Liam, this is a day I can sink my teeth into.” Liam chuckles,
“By the way, Happy Birthday.” This brings a huge groan from Drake,
“I wish you would forget…” Liam let’s out a hearty laugh,
“That will never happen. Let’s go and enjoy you special day!” Drake and Liam mount their horses heading out of the stables, with Bastien not far behind.
On the horses they spent several hours Drake’s favorite spots. One of these spots was Drake’s favorite fishing areas, a lunch was set up with BBQ causing Drake’s eyes to light up,
“Wow Li, you’re making this day so rememberable!” Liam chuckles as they dismounted the horses to eat their lunch,
“That’s the whole point Drake!” After lunch with some whiskey, Liam hands Drake several gifts that he opens. Drake was so excited to see the new fishing gifts,
“Come on Liam! Let’s use these here at one of the best fishing holes” The guys sit down casting out their lines,
“Liam, you sure did have everything set up!”
“Drake, you deserve this! I love doing things for and with you. I know it means a lot to you.” They fished for several hours, catching fish but not big enough to keep. They enjoyed the quiet talk and time until Liam spoke up,
“Well, Drake, we need to head back so we can shower to be ready to go with Maxwell to the Beer Garden.” They mount the horses and head back towards the stables. Drake goes to his old room to shower and change. Meeting the guys in the front of the palace,
They spend an hour or so sharing childhood stories while they were drinking. Drake even was amused watching Maxwell do his fancy dance moves, thinking back on the day and fun it had been. So far a good birthday.
Liam would text Gracelyn to see when it would the right time to head towards the cabin. And finally Liam got the green light,
“OK, guys it’s time to head towards the cabin!” Liam announces causing Drake to smile. Arriving at the cabin the guys could see that Riley had decorated the outside for Halloween. The lights seemed dim in the cabin, being quiet until…..
They heard Shelly scream,
“Noooo! Help!” The guys broke into a run towards the cabin, when they got inside Shelly was sitting on the floor screaming. Riley and Gracelyn were on the floor not moving, and were covered in blood with bloody knives beside them. The guys run up to the ladies,
“What happened Lady Shelly?” Liam demands as he holds a lifeless Gracelyn,
“They were finishing setting up. They argued. Things….got.. Out of hand! They started stabbing each other!” Drake and Liam were inconsolable holding their ladies, while Maxell consoled Shelly.
Then Riley and Gracelyn see each other and Riley winks at her,
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRAKE!” Gracelyn and Riley scream out causing Drake and Liam to literally jump out of their skin! All three ladies start laughing, causing Drake to hiss,
“We thought you both were dead! I don’t know where my heart went! Zit jumped out and ran away!”
“Don’t ever do that again ladies!” Liam demands trying to calm his heart down, while the girls laughed.
“It’s a Halloween unexpected Birthday! Are you guys OK?” Liam asks as he tries to calm while seeing all of the blood on Gracelyn and Riley.
“The blood is fake! We’re alright.” The girls quickly changes so they sat down to eat dinner. Of course Riley made all of Drake’s favorites. Afterwards he opened all of his gifts. While they were eating, Liam made a toast,
“To my best friend.. May you have a great year! With no more coming home seeing your wife in blood!” Everyone laughed while Drake’s face fills with horror, What does he mean? What is trying to say? Is Riley going to die and they’re not telling me?? Drake’s thoughts continue to ramble that he misses the rest of the toasts until Riley punches him,
“Drake! Drake!”
“Huh?”
“Happy Birthday Drake!”
“Thank you!” As Drake tries to shake fearful thoughts out of his head, to only remember the good things of the day. Worry about scary thoughts another day.
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#creepycampfiretales#Liam#LiamRys#Liam x MC #Liam x Gracelyn #Drake x OC #TRR
A 'Two's Company' fanfic, in which MC Lucy Valois married both King Brad Rys and Drake Walker in a Cordonian triple marriage. The royal heir, Luke, is almost three and Drake's birthday approaches.
Word Count 1506
A/N It's been a while since I wrote about these three. Happy Birthday Drake!
Mention of pregnancy and a little undercurrent of horniness, otherwise all fluff. NO UNDER 18s as my fics are all mature
Drake's Valtorian Birthday Bash
‘Dada.’ Little Luke Valois Rys held his arms up to Brad, begging to be lifted up.
‘Okay little bean.’ He replied, hoisting the two year old up onto his shoulders. He and Luke’s mother, Queen Lucy Valois Rys Walker were out walking on the nature trail at Valtoria on a warm autumn day and had stopped for a rest. Their husband, Duke Drake Walker, had stayed behind to spend some time in the stables. Their five year long Cordonian triple marriage was working well, and already there was an heir to the throne in the form of little Luke.
‘So what are we going to do for Drake’s birthday?’ Lucy asked Brad. ‘I know he hates a fuss, but I’ve some news that will really make this a special one.’ Brad raised his eyebrows.
‘Oh yes, anything I should know?’ She smiled apologetically.
‘I don’t want to jinx it, your majesty.’
‘Birthday?’ Luke had gotten the gist of the conversation, and thoughts of cake and balloons and presents were probably filling the toddler’s head.
‘Yes, little one, Daddy Drake’s birthday is next week.’ Lucy answered, reaching up and taking the toddler’s hand. He bounced up and down on his father’s shoulders enthusiastically.
‘Chocolate cake for Dada Dake.’ He started to chant. Brad winced, but a smile spread across his face. The little boy knew Brad was his biological father, but they still referred to Drake as ‘Daddy Drake’, and he was a very loved child.
‘Hey Luke, less dancing, it hurts Daddy’s shoulders.’
‘Mummy.’ He leaned over dramatically, holding his arms out to Lucy and bailed out. She scooped him into her arms, cradling him much as she had when he was smaller, nuzzling his nose and pretending to steal it. He squealed with laughter and wriggled to get down, dancing along the trail in front of them.
‘Well how about a barbeque? That man loves his meat.’ Brad suggested.
‘He also likes to be main cook. We could get the staff to set it up while we distract him, pretend we forgot.’
‘I don’t think that will be possible with Luke around. He knows all about birthdays and he can't keep a secret.’
‘Well maybe the barbeque could be the surprise part. We could pretend we’re having a fancy dinner, get him all dressed up in a suit and spring it on him. We could have some food ready and some for him to grill.’
‘Now that could work.’ Brad grinned. Ahead of them, Luke galloped along the path, but tripped over a root and fell full length onto the ground. Brad rushed ahead before he could start to cry, picking him up off the ground and swinging him round.
‘Hey Luke, careful there. You don’t want a booboo for Daddy Drake’s party.’
‘I think it’s time we turned back.’ Lucy suggested. ‘I have to talk to Grace, get it all organised – and Luke only has short little legs, he’s tired.’ She dropped her voice for the last part. Brad swung his son onto his shoulders and the three of them set off back to the Manor.
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‘I don’t see why we had to have a fancy shmancy dinner.’ Drake grumbled as he knotted his tie in front of the mirror. ‘You know I hate dressing up.’
‘Suck it up Drake.’ Brad replied, making a minor adjustment to his own cravat, resplendent in his formal dinner jacket with the red sash. ‘It’s what Lucy wanted, and what she wants, she gets.’
‘Hormones.’ Drake scoffed. ‘I love that woman, but her moods go up and down like a yoyo.’ Brad took his shoulders and turned Drake to face him, looking him over critcally.
‘Well, I think you’ll pass for her majesty. Let’s go down and join her and Luke. He’s very excited to be staying up late for the dinner.’
‘It’s ridiculous. I bet she’s got him all gussied up in a suit too.’
‘Now come on, she’s gone to all this trouble. I tried telling her you’d prefer something less formal but she put her foot down.’ Drake sighed heavily.
‘Okay, let’s go down.’ The two men descended the wide staircase. Lucy and Luke stood at the bottom hand in hand. Surprisingly Luke wasn’t dressed formally at all, and his face was blotchy.
‘Look Luke, aren’t your daddies smart?’ she said brightly, but there was an undertone of stress. The little boy had probably drawn the line at dressing up.
‘Daddy Dake, we’re having a party!’ Drake reached down and swung the little boy up into his arms.
‘Hey squirt, how did you manage to escape the suit?’ he asked ‘Tell me your secret.’
‘I don’t think lying down on the floor kicking and screaming would be a good look for you.’ Lucy said wryly.
'Fair point.' Drake conceded.
‘Before we go into the dining hall we’ve a final couple of presents for you.’ Brad said ‘Come on through to the lounge.’ Drake handed the toddler over to his father and they all traipsed into the lounge, where two more neatly wrapped presents were stacked on a coffee table. Luke danced happily over and picked one up.
‘Open, Daddy Dake, open.’ Drake sat down on the couch and tore into the paper. Brad grimaced – the two men couldn’t be more different on the way they dealt with gifts. Brad would take it, examine it and carefully work out the best way to open it neatly, folding the paper and spending time examining the gift and politely thanking whoever had given it to him if they were present. Drake would rip into it, scrumple the paper up and drop it onto the floor. He was always effusive in his thanks and ready to move on to the next gift, even though he always insisted he didn’t want much. Brad’s regal poker face meant that only those really close to him knew if he truly was grateful, and even then he managed to hide his feelings from Lucy and Drake from time to time.
Drake looked slightly puzzled as he unfolded a check shirt and pair of jeans.
‘Hey, why’m I all dressed up if you were going to give me these?’ Brad rolled his eyes and made an imperceptible nod to Lucy, mouthing hormones. Drake sighed and got up.
‘Oh well, lets get this over with.’
‘One more thing, mister.’ Lucy said, producing a scarf. ‘I want the decorations in the dining hall to be a surprise. Hold still now.’ She stood behind him and tied the scarf around his eyes.
‘Lucy…’ he grumbled ‘You know it’s all the same to me.’ She punched his arm and he winced, rubbing it ruefully.
‘Shut up and enjoy it.’ She steered him out of the room to the dining room, where the doors to the terrace stood open. She lead him to the table as if she was going to sit him down with his back to the doors, then at the last minute turned him round and took the blindfold off. His expression changed swiftly from one of resignation to puzzlement to delight as he saw the grill outside and a table groaning with meat and burgers ready for preparation. Not only that, but Bernard, Savannah, Maxwell and Hana stood outside waiting for him.
‘Surprise!’ Lucy cried, as did the remainder of the guests.
‘Well I’ll be – godammit Lucy, how did you pull this off?’ he gasped ‘Bring me those jeans and shirt – and get me an apron, I’m gonna need it to get these babies ready.’ He advanced on the grill, rubbing his hands together in glee.
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Two hours later everyone was picking at the birthday cake. Rock music filled the air, though not too loud as Brad had just taken Luke to bed. Lucy appeared at Drake’s elbow and drew him aside to the edge of the terrace. She planted a kiss on his cheek.
‘Happy, my grumpy marshmallow?’
‘So full of meat I can’t manage a smore.’ He grinned ‘At least not yet. You’re a marvel.’ He returned the kiss, their bodies melting into each other until she drew back.
‘Come walk with me.’
‘Hmm okay, there’s a nice quiet little place where we could…’ he winked suggestively.
‘Well it is your birthday.’ They walked to the summer house, and turned back to look at the manor, lights shining and music faint as the guests danced and drank. Drake drew her into his arms and kissed her again, and she ran her fingers through his hair.
‘It’s been a great birthday. Thankyou so much. I love you, and I’m so glad you’re in my life.’
‘I’ve got one more present for you, my darling.’ She took his hand and put his palm on her belly. He grinned and tried to move it lower, but she stopped him.
‘Remember how I was when I was pregnant with Luke?’ she asked.
‘Oh yes, you were horny as hell. Brad was so scared of hurting the baby he didn’t…’ He stopped mid sentence and stared at her. ‘But that…does it...are you?’ She nodded, smiling.
‘I’m pregnant again Drake. You’re going to be a father – and this one’s yours.’
A/N Just in case you're wondering how Lucy knows Drake is the father, it was agreed that after having Brad's child as heir, Drake would be next, so Brad has been taking precautions.
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The start with a happy family and little stunts by Luke were adorable. Drake whining about party and suit and Brad being a stark opposite, gives an imagery at what Lucy's life would be living with both of them around. Lucky girl! The final moment of realisation while Drake is blabbering about how it used to scare Brad.... N then fumbling over his words. That was so cute.
Thank you so much for revisiting 'Two's company' and giving us this lovely fic as Drake's birthday bash gift.
Can you please do Liam scarring his Riley for Halloween!!!
Spare Me, Queen
Pairing: Liam Rhys x Riley Brooks (TRR)
The October breeze was something that sent shivers down Riley’s spine while she sat on the balcony, book in hand until the sun finally started setting. It wasn’t compared to what was in store for her in the later part of the day.
She walked in, closing the double doors behind her as she looked at the time. Liam had quite literally been in his office twelve hours now. She knew it was going to be a long day when he talked about all of the international affairs he had on his plate today. She had taken part of some of those hours, making sure he’d be done by dinner. It was already seven, and he said if he wasn’t done by a quarter after to pry him from his work.
Riley prepared herself for the next fifteen minutes, those dreadful, long, fifteen minutes. When she glanced at the clock and her sweet husband hadn’t rounded the corner and opened the door to their room, she found herself tightening her robe around her and making her way down the hall.
The halls were dark and quiet, way too quiet. It came to her attention that the guards weren’t out around his office as they typically were. The dark corners of the halls had her dodging, with some utter fear that someone would jump out and snatch her. She knew that was nonsense with how locked down the land had become, but there was still that hesitation.
She knocked on the door, waiting for Liam’s response that never came. Riley opens the door softly. “Liam?” She says calmly, only to be faced with no one. Just a dark office, with papers scattered across the desk in a very non-Liam fashion. A whiskey glass had only barely been touched, also, very unlike him.
Riley inches into the office, only being lit by the moon outside the window. She flicks on a lamp that’s nearby, scoping around the room. Riley feels herself getting nervous, considering Liam always says bye before leaving and is always quick to shoot a text if he’s on a call in a different part of the palace. “Hello?” She calls out, opening the door back up.
She continues down the hall, all fear of the corners leaving her as she peeps into each office and can’t for the love of anything find a guard, which sets her into pure panic. Riley feels tears pricking the back of her eyes as she’s frantic, until out of the dark, something jumps from a corner and grabs her.
Riley throws her hands, hitting at whatever or whoever has ahold of her. Screams echo through the halls as the guards finally make an appearance father down the corridor. When she finally catches glimpse of blonde hair, she stops and hears his voice soothing over her. But that doesn’t stop the anger that has now boiled into her.
“Did I scare you?” Liam asks.
Riley almost flicks him in the head, her eyes boring into his soul. “Did you scare me?” Riley says, attitude flushing from her system into those words.
Riley wiggles out of Liam’s grasp and heads towards the other wing towards their shared room. Riley hears the guards following behind, most likely trying to keep a straight face. There’s no doubt they got enjoyment out of the little break to scare Riley, or the fact they’re watching the two lovebirds shake the nest.
“Oh, come on, love. Just a little Halloween fun.” Liam follows her into their room, closing the door quickly behind them as he watched Riley jump on their bed, sitting upright with her back to the wall. Liam crawls slowly next to her, only to nudge his head under her arm.
Liam looks at Riley, pout on his face only bringing her to a grin. “Forgive me, my queen? Please spare me?” “Fine.”
“Get Bastien to do it.” Marena takes Liam’s hand in hers, squeezing reassuringly. “He’s good at covering things up.”
“Unless someone asks him about it.” Liam relents. “He's the only option right now.”
Five sets of eyes land on Drake.
“Why do I have to get him?” Drake whines. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
“You’re the closest.” Liam explains. “And if I speak to him, that negates my last words to him on the engagement tour.”
Illusions of Love Chapter 14 (No promises that I don’t scrap it.)
Francesco stepped through the sliding door, Drake behind him. “Riley, what is wrong?”
Riley stepped out of the embrace, wiping her eyes. “Saying goodbye.”
“You are all finished?” Francesco frowned.
“I know enough,” Liam explained.
“Are you certain?” Francesco focused his attention on Riley.
“Why are you trying to change her mind?” Liam frowned. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Liam x Emma Retrograde One Shot
Kenna ran back into the kitchen. “Can I get it?”
“Make sure it’s Emma first,” Liam cautioned. “You can buzz her in after.”
“Okay!” Kenna scrambled to the front door.
A smile crossed Liam’s face as he heard Emma’s voice, asking Kenna if she’d gotten the head tulip role in the recital. Kenna had, her dedication to the audition reminded Liam of his own determination. He forced her to take breaks, going to the park to see the ducks or taking long walks instead.
Liam heard Emma’s heels click on the tile before she slipped her arms around Liam’s chest. “I could smell dinner down the hallway. Mrs. Schulyer’s dog is definitely drooling.”
I’m Gonna Leave You Anyway-New Leo x Riley wacky Drabble series.
“I’m not having babies.” Maxwell said. “I got a vasectomy. Twice.”
Riley chose to ignore that and pressed on. “I’m in a rut, Max.” She glanced around the room. “There’s no one good to fuck here either.”
“Yeah, you’ve worked your way through this room.” Max agreed. “Go home and sleep off whatever you did last night. See ya tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Riley agreed. She pecked Max on the cheek and tucked the box beside her purse. “Later, bitch.”
Max watched Riley’s back retreating from the reception hall. “I love when she calls me bitch.”
Downward Nobility
“Fair enough.” Drake shrugged. “I should go. The chickens will be here early. Banana isn’t here to help, and it’s a lot of work.”
“I can!” Riley exclaimed. “We don’t need Hana.”
“Are you sure?” Drake asked. “It’s not easy.”
“I bet dealing with chickens is easier than trying to make sure Madeleine doesn’t “accidentally” kill me so she can try to be queen again.” Riley huffed. “I can do it.”
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