Heavy is the head that wears the crown

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Catch and Release

I’m back, Tumblr! Unsure if anyone even realized I was gone, but I have missed sharing stories with you guys. I am slowly easing my way back into writing on a somewhat semi-regular basis; currently working on a couple of items on my WIP Wishlist, and Stormholt.

First up is a story that is my “hold my beer” response to a recent conversation I had with @ao719 about how Liam would never be a cold-hearted asshole EVER, even in the face of betrayal. This is a rewrite of the Drake and candles scene during the Homecoming Ball, sans assassins.

This is a one-shot, but already toying with an alternate version ….

THANK YOU to all who read this over in parts and pieces! The key smashes and follow-up questions reminded me why I love writing, and sharing on this hellsite.

To those who will read this, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you realize.

Please excuse any and all typos, grammatical errors, and missing/extraneous words. MS Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.

Song Inspo: Fine Line, Harry Styles

Pairings: Liam x Riley, Drake x Riley

Rating: M for Mature for a smallish, unripe lemon

Word Count: 3,213

I can’t breathe.

My arms are stiff by my sides, hands tightly clenched into fists. The pain in my heart aches and pulses with every breath I draw. The rage that boils my blood also tightens my throat. Images flicker through my brain, snapshots of the scene I walked in on.  Even as my mind reels from the betrayal and my heart falls into a million pieces that shred me from the inside out, I still try to justify and deny.

My eyes are fixed on my fiancée who still sits on the edge of her bed; her eyes are trained on her slip-covered lap. I notice the fingers of one of her hands comb through her hair; the other hand lays limply against silk sheets.

Her skin is golden in the candlelight, her hitched sobs mixing with the crackle and hiss of the wax torches’ flames.  For reasons known only to Drake and Riley, there are dozens of lit candles covering nearly every available surface. No lamplight, no overhead lighting.

Just candles.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the only woman I’ve ever hated.

No. I don’t hate her, not really. But in this very moment, I see why crimes of passion are committed.

Drake. Naked. Kissing her neck before their lips lock in a heated kiss.

Riley. Clad in only a slip. One of her hands stroking his member as she slides to her knees.

“Liam,” she says softly in a quavering voice.

I shake my head slowly. “No, Riley. Whatever you have to say right now, I don’t want to hear it.”

She swings her leg; it’s a nervous habit she has. One of the swings increases into a stretch and I wonder if it’s deliberate.  Her leg is long and tanned; my eyes take in a luscious thigh leading into a toned calf that flows into a shapely ankle. Her perfectly manicured toes point downward as she arches her foot.

Her limb is suspended for a moment too long before it falls.

The moment it takes for my cock to stiffen and butterflies to take up residence in my stomach.

She turns her face towards me; I see her lipstick smeared across her mouth, shiny streaks on her cheeks, and regret in her eyes.

Regret. Not remorse.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Her voice is thick with tears.

Our relationship has been littered with apologies … always from me … beginning with our first meeting. If I could, I would laugh at the irony that the one apology I find myself repeating stemmed from accusations of the American suitor being unfaithful to the future King.

The rumors weren’t so unfounded after all.

This is her first admission of guilt and/or wrongdoing our entire time together.

She has no choice.

I attempt a deep inhale, but my chest is too tight.

The wedding is in one week.

“Yes, Liam yes!!! A THOUSAND TIMES, yes!”

Tonight is the Homecoming Ball; a celebration of many things, including our engagement.

I caught her … them … the woman I love madly, truly, deeply and the man I trust more than anything in the world … preparing to indulge in an act I consider so sacred, I have never dared to ask her to perform it while we are merely engaged.

I manage to choke out a single question. “Why?”

Her shoulders slump as her head falls forward, causing her hair to cover her profile. “It hasn’t been going on long; it started on the Engagement Tour. I told him in Vegas that what we had would have to end.”

I watched her leave the stag-and-doe party arm-in-arm with Drake Walker. My best friend, with whom Riley wanted to have a fling. She swore it was a one-time affair; she was so much in love with me, but she wished to satisfy her curiosity.

I attempted to leave first, but I was not only one of the honorees, I was also King.

Per traditional protocol, the King is the last to leave.

So I remained behind, drinking copious amounts of American liquor, making small talk in a loud voice so as to be heard over noisy music, and dancing with women I had previously rejected.

All while Riley spent the night with another man.

“But it hasn’t,” I interrupt harshly, abruptly.

Her gaze lands briefly upon me, an irritated scowl marring her features. “I don’t love him,” she says simply, as if that excused everything.

I turn away from her; as disgusted as I am, I still find Riley Brooks distractingly desirable. I say that as if we’ve been treading this road of infidelity and discovery for years and years. Except it’s only been months since we first met, and if I hadn’t come looking for her this evening, I still would be none the wiser.

She was in my arms, kissing me deeply as we waltzed our way around the ballroom barely an hour ago. 

We beamed brightly at each other and the crowd as the gathering toasted us with champagne and strawberries.

I smoked a celebratory cigar with Drake.

An hour ago, I was the luckiest man in the world. I was happy.

Now ... I’m heartbroken.

I stumble my way towards a wingback chair, pausing to shrug out of my dinner jacket and drape it across the back of it. I sit heavily, legs spread slightly apart; I push off my shoes and undo my tie while maintaining eye contact with my fiancée.

“I’m highly upset with you, Riley. This … this has hurt me. Deeply.”

“I know,” she whispers as the back of her hand swipes at errant tears. “Other than promising that this will never happen again, what can I do to make it up to you?”

The pad of my forefinger taps my chin thoughtfully as my eyes scan the room. I see the flames flicker and dance in silhouette against the walls. One of Drake’s shoes lies on its side near her night table.

When I cleared my throat to announce my presence, his eyes had gone wide as his face paled. Drake gathered his clothing, trying vainly to make eye contact with Riley; however, she was suddenly fascinated with the pattern decorating the carpet.

I could practically hear his unspoken question to her: What does this mean for us?

In less than a minute, my “best friend” was half-dressed and ran out, not speaking one word to either me or Riley.

“I’m not sure. You know I harbor trust issues about being open, honest … vulnerable, with women. No one’s ever wanted Liam for Liam; I have always been merely a conduit to bigger and better.”

And apparently, best friends.

“Liam, I love YOU. Not your moniker, not your wealth. Tonight … with Drake … was a moment of weakness!  YOU are my bigger and better!

I arch an eyebrow.  “Whatever the excuse, your love for me doesn’t diminish the lust you have for him.”

She has the decency to look ashamed.

“Please, Liam! It won’t happen again, I swear it! You mean too much to me! Just tell me how to make this up to you!”

Her pleas are urgent, not fervent. Insincere, almost.

I find the lack of apology perturbing.

 It is obvious she has no idea the jeopardy she has put me, and our relationship in. Very few at Court are in favor of our impending nuptials due to the simple fact that a union with a foreign commoner yields nothing for the Crown. A marriage with Riley does not increase Cordonia’s landholdings; it does not give the country seats at tables where we are already overlooked; I, and by extension Cordonia, gain absolutely nothing from this.

Riley is the only winner here.

And I don’t care.

The last thing my country is worried about is its fiscal health. Our prosperity is guaranteed for the next 80 generations without investments and development. All I wanted from Riley was her love and loyalty; with that, I would be able to scale mountains and slay dragons. But even the bare minimum I require is too much for her to give.

But I’m in love with her. Even now, I can’t not be with her in some fashion. I need to know that she is still mine, even if only in the basest of ways.

I unfasten my belt buckle and undo my pant button; my cock is uncomfortably hard. I crook my finger, beckoning her to me, wondering how many times the woman I have put first, the woman who influences my thoughts, actions, my very decisions has given me sloppy seconds.

An expression fleetingly crosses Riley’s face; I am uncertain if it’s hope or smugness. After a moment’s hesitation, her walk of shame towards me is contrite, yet confident. Like a child who knows they’ve done wrong but realizes a way of escaping punishment.

I tug my zipper down before slipping my hand inside to release my raging erection. The head of my cock is purplish in the muted lighting and pre-cum leaks from the tip. My hips arch upwards as I begin to pull my pants and underwear down. My eyes glance up to see Riley standing expectantly before me.

It reminds me of our first meeting in that bar in Brooklyn.

“A little help would be nice,” I quip with a small smile that doesn’t feel quite right.

She kneels before me, pulling and tugging at my trousers and silk boxers. My eyes are trained on the rounded tops of her cleavage as my hand slowly slides along my member. Once Riley’s task is finished, she looks up at me with repentant eyes.

“Do you forgive me, Liam?” Her voice is hesitant, her tone tentative.

I lean forward, the back of my fingertips caressing the curve of her cheek. “I’m in love with you, Riley. There’s nothing to forgive,” I assure her in a soft whisper.

She leans into my palm. “I love you so much. I’ll never lie to you, or hurt you ever again,” she promises.

I aim my cock towards her plump lips, still smeared from her earlier kiss with Drake. Small halos of smoke wreath her hair.

“Would you … could you … perform oral on me?” My voice is shy, hesitant. Even in the face of her obvious infidelity, I am uncomfortable asking her this.

Her eyes fill with relief that forgiveness would come so easily, and wariness at the request. “You’ve never asked for that before.”

I lock eyes with her before quietly replying, “We’re betrothed.”

She nods in understanding. If that act is good enough for her lover, it’s certainly good enough for the man who will make her Queen.

Riley places her palms flat against the top of my thighs; her head dips and I feel the tip of her tongue lightly lick my balls. It tickles, but no mirth escapes my lips. Without thought my hand drifts to the top of her head, fingers combing through her soft hair.

The flat of her tongue licks wetly up the underside of my cock while she cups a hand to fondle my balls. I stare down at her cleavage, the rounded tops of her breasts teasing me as they rise and fall in time with her breathing and ministrations.

My head falls back against the chair’s headrest when her mouth opens wide enough to engulf half of my cock. When she has a tad over half of me in her mouth, she hollows her cheeks and snakes her tongue around my erection while stroking its base.

Memories and images flash in my mind as my hand tightens its grip on her hair.

Kismet.

The Masquerade Ball

Hedge Maze

Cronuts

Forgotten Falls

Deep pants escape my lips as I simultaneously lift my head and slide down further into the chair; my hips arch upwards. Riley’s head bobs as she sucks me. A thin line of drool ekes from a corner of her mouth. My cock eases deeper down her throat, and my hand pulls and pushes at her head to get to take all of me.

I close my eyes as her warm mouth tightens around me.

Coronation Night

Fydelia

Barn Raising

Italy

Her gagging breaks my reverie and hardens my cock even more. I sit up, my palms pressed against either side of her skull as I begin fucking her mouth. Her eyes are closed; bliss or boredom, I don’t know. Her lashes are dark against her skin.

“Look at me,” I order in a voice that isn’t mine.

Obediently her eyes open; her jaw and chin are wet with spittle and pre-cum. She continues to suck me, emitting low moans over my member. My strokes get faster, longer, rougher. My balls are heavy, and I feel a tightening in my muscles before the last image flashes before me.

The scene I walked in on.

With a harsh yank, I pull her even further down onto my cock as I push myself down her esophagus as far as I can. A primal yell rips from my throat as an intense orgasm comes over me. My body shudders and convulses as ropes of white cream pulse out of me.

As my seed fills my fiancée’s mouth and spills down her throat, I forcefully tug her hair so she is looking up at me; her eyes are questioning.

It takes me a moment to compose myself and catch my breath. I watch Riley swallow all that I have given her.

“The engagement is off. Our relationship is over. I am finished, do you understand me?” My voice is gravelly, tone firm. “You shall retain your title of Duchess, and ownership of Duchy Valtoria, but you will never be my Queen.”

Fright and fear fill her eyes. The heels of her hands press deeper into my flesh as she attempts to pull away from my cock, but I don’t relinquish my hold.

“A press release will go out tomorrow afternoon, after security and housekeeping move you and your belongings to the South Wing.  I think you will appreciate being closer to Drake Walker.”

I release Riley’s hair, and she falls back on her haunches.

“WHAT are you talking about??” she demands angrily.

I stand and begin collecting my clothing; I step into my boxers, glancing over at her.

“I trust you fully comprehend what I just stated. I believe I communicated openly and honestly what our next steps are. Already, I have offered you more than you or Drake have ever given me.”

I glance at her left hand; the engagement ring glints in the light. “I would like my ring back, please.”

I am tucking my shirt into my pants when I see her rise from the floor and come at me, fists flailing. Her pummels upon my arm and shoulder are no surprise.

“YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” she rasps as her fists beat on my shirt. “YOU JUST SAID THERE IS NOTHING TO FORGIVE!”

I do not defend myself against the attack; I merely sidestep and continue dressing.

“And there isn’t. I will once again assume the guilt and blame for your lack of transparency and communication. But this is the last time. We’re over.”

I reach for my jacket from the back of the chair and begin to pull it on. Riley’s face is twisted in rage and hurt; her eyes are narrowed into slits.

I look her over impassively and hold my hand out, palm up. “The ring, Lady Riley.”

“FUCK YOU,” she shrieks. “This is ALLLL your fault, and you KNOW IT! If you had never picked Madeleine …”

“I picked her because neither you nor your lover felt the need to tell me what happened in Applewood, something I have never been offered an assurance or reason for. I made a decision for your safety and protection with absolutely no context. I have apologized and explained this to you over and over and over again.”

Riley blanches before playing her last card. “My BEST protection would’ve been with you, under your care!”

“My engagement to Madeleine was the most viable protection. With all eyes on me and my fiancée, ittook the target off you, and freed up our friend circle to freely pursue Tariq with the aid of my HEAD GUARD!”

I cut my eyes at her. “Presumably you were too busy justifying spending all of your time with another to even consider that I was the doing the very best I could in a situation that I was blindly thrust into.”

I jostle my hand impatiently. “The ring,” I remind her.

Her mouth hangs open slightly, her eyes baffled as she slowly pulls off the engagement ring. Her fingers hover above my palm before dropping the jewelry into it.

“Liam, why are you doing this to me? To us?” she asks brokenly.

I am slipping the ring into my jacket pocket; I pause to look up at her in puzzlement.

“Me? You did this, Riley. You have been holding onto one incident our entire relationship while committing multiple transgressions against my love for you. You accepted my proposal. You betrayed my trust when it was unnecessary. I’ve been the one saying sorry, being tormented by guilt, feeling less than for not being there to protect and defend you. And the whole while, you were with Drake.”

“I was single when I was with Drake!” she hollers.

“Were you single after accepting my proposal? Were you single tonight when you were getting on your knees for him?” I challenge in a cold voice.

Riley looks around helplessly before offering more feeble excuses. “I was tipsy! He caught me in a moment of weakness! I SWEAR to you, it’ll never happen again!”

I am at the door, my hand on the doorknob, twisting it.

“Liam, you still love me! I never stopped loving you. We can work through this!” Her words are rushed, laced with desperation.

But they strike a nerve, sparking hope.

 My head drops and my eyes close; my feelings and her words tumble in my brain. I breathe out a deep sigh and turn to look at her.

“You want me to forgive you, yet you have never forgiven me.”

The door is slightly ajar and light from the hall spills into the doorway; chatter and merriment from the party can be heard. It muffles the last break of my heart. But I do not leave immediately. Instead, my hand falls from the knob, and I deliberately make my way back to her.

The merest of fractions separates us. My eyes take in her tousled hair, ruined makeup, her curves and swells making an hourglass of the slip.

I pull her in for an embrace, which she eagerly responds to. Her body fits perfectly against mine as it always has. Familiar scents assail my nostrils: strawberry shampoo, coconut rose lotion, jasmine and vanilla perfume.

I wonder if I’m making a mistake.

“Riley, I am in love with you but it’s apparent that even with all my wealth and resources, it isn’t enough for you. I’m not enough for you. We both deserve to be people who will find us ... sufficient, not supplemental.”

She is silent as tears fill her eyes again; I brush them away from her lashes and cheekbones before I place a gentle, lingering kiss on her forehead.

Her lack of reassurances and promises tells me I’m not.

“Thank you for giving me the Drake Walker treatment,” I say politely as my eyes burn from smoke and unshed tears.

And I let her go.

Her hand reaches for me, but she lets it fall as she watches me exit the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

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[queenjilian]

I...I have all these feels right now.....and I'M LOVING IT!!!!!

You know I'm 👀👀 for part 2

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Choices Secrets Revealed on Storyloom ~ Ride-or-Die A Bad Boy Romance Book 2 would have been plot

The plot for book 2 sounds absolutely amazing. Oh how I wish we could've gotten it. My heart hurts all over again. I wanted to know, but now I wish didn't 🥺

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SHUT UP

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Shattered Heart

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt:  “Being stubborn will get you no where”  which will appear in bold.

I am also participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge for March for Pet cuddles

This is part 6 of The Cordonian Arrangement

Song Inspiration:  Lift Me Up by Rhianna The Book:TRH /TRF The Series:  The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings:  Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC) past pairing Liam x Riley Word Count: 2484 Warnings: Grief, Mention of character death, profanity. Ratings: Teen Summary:  Nico is laid to rest.

Original Post: 03/14/23 at 10:10PM EST

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That was a little hard to read 💔😔

[queenjilian]

Inhale. Exhale. Relax your shoulders and unclench your jaw. Allow yourself a moment to breathe. If today was hard for you, put it down. Let it go. No matter if you accomplished everything or nothing at all, you are still worthy of rest. You are worthy of love and all the good things that life has to offer. Know that you are worth it. You matter. And you are valued here! 💛 (PS- don't forget to drink some water)

🥰🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗🤗

[queenjilian]

Just dropping a little positivity in your ask box ☀️

I love this saying 💚💚💚💚💚. Thank you @peonierose

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☆Daniel Henney for Cosmopolitan☆

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Yeeeeeeeessssssss 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 Thank you @dcbbw I ❤❤❤❤❤❤ him

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I agree, but I'm a 90's music girl

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Hazy Shades of Winter

Happy 2023, tumblrs! Or as I like to say, “Welcome to 2020-3,” which means Year 3 of the Year 2020. The FIRST DAY of the NEW YEAR, I tested positive for Covid. For the second time within a year. I’m grateful both cases have been relatively mild, and I remain (somewhat) functional.

My first fic for 2020-3 is a collection of drabbles comprised of the many Winter OTP asks sent to me by the lovely @neotericthemis​. I could’ve made it easy on myself and simply answered Person A/Person B, but I’m extra and frankly, I wondered if I could make coherent, cohesive stories from the asks … and here we are.

Not beta’d, and it’s mostly written, proofed and edited by Covid. You’ve been warned. MS Editor rates this story 99% error-free. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.

I hope all who read this enjoy it. THANK YOU to those who comment, like, and/or reblog; it is appreciated more than you will ever know.

Pairings in this story (these stories): Liam x Riley; Liam x Maxwell

Rating is M for Mature (it’s me, and better to err on the side of caution)

All characters (except Fric and Frac) belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspo: Silent Night, DRM

Word Count:4,779 

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First of all, all of these were

AWESOME!

Secondly Riam was hilarious 🤣. Discontent was good, I miss that fic 🥺.

Object of Affection, oh how I've missed that one. You know you're going to have to finish that one, bc I need to know what he's going to do about Liv deleting that invite and the Christmas gift.....YEEESSSSS!

SGL and Riley B. Why is my boyfriend celebrating Christmas before Thanksgiving 😒.

JGL, is just sad all the way around 😔 sad.

And Laxwell was funny and steamy

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sharing a snippet of “our story” hoping it’ll give me a bit of confidence to share the full thing 🤦🏽‍♀️☺️

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This is so cute!!!

🥺pretty pretty please finish it🥺

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This is cute 😍. You have to finish it

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I love this scene and this series

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Not every writer wants to post their work online, however there are positives to doing so. If you seek feedback and advice from readers and writers, or just want to share your fanfic, you might consider posting a draft or two. Even a few chapters or a poem can be uploaded online to get a little audience feedback.

Here are writing sites I’ve explored along with brief reviews of my experience in using them:

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Happy new year! I hope everyone has an amazing new year! 🎉

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Happy New Year @bayleedrawsx

[queenjilian]

Hii 😍

What if your MC / LI sent the wrong picture to the wrong number? It can be a fun or spicy pic

This is the answer to an ask that was sent to me from @peonierose

Thank you @peonierose for sending me this ask and sorry it’s so late.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is a stand alone fic. All characters with the exception of Jilian, belong to PB.

If you're new to Tumblr and you like what I've written, please check out my story, currently in progress Only Time Will Tell

Word count: 1687

Songs:

MISTEXT

Jilian could hear her phone buzzing constantly.  Knowing that Liam was flying in later on that day, she abruptly stopped doing what she was doing to try and  recall the last place she had her phone.  Hearing it buzz again in secession, she quickly made her way over towards the kitchen area.  

*****7 days prior*****

“I don’t want you to gooooooo,” Jilian whined while standing in the doorway of their bedroom as she watched Liam place his neatly folded clothes in one of his large rolling suitcases.   Sighing as she walked over to hug him from behind, she continued to say, “Do you realize this will be the first time that we’ve ever been apart for this long, since becoming husband and wife?”

Hearing the sadness in her tone, Liam immediately stopped packing his things and placed his hands on top of hers.  Loosening her grip from around his waist, he turned around to face his wife.

“Love, I know this isn’t ideal,”  Liam stated before placing a gentle kiss upon Jilian’s forehead.  “Trust me, I tried to move this meeting from this week to the beginning of the New Year;  when I knew we didn’t have any conflicts in our schedules, but Bradshaw insisted that we meet before the end of the year.”  

Since it was the end of the year, Liam and Jilian were extremely busy with finalizing Cordonia’s yearly budget and making sure all duchies had paid their taxes in full.  This would allow them to distribute any needed funds to the smaller duchies.  

Both Liam and Jilian were very fortuate to be able to handle the majority of their monarch affairs online, via Zoom; unfortunately Bradshaw requested that this particular meeting be in person.

Closing her eyes as she rested her head against his chest, Jilian mumbled “asshole,” not realizing that Liam heard her until she heard the rumble of his chuckle.

“I concur,” he said as his chest continued to tremble at the name Jilian called Bradshaw.

“I hope you know that I will miss you too, Love.”  Liam whispered as he lifted Jilian’s chin up to look into her eyes.  “This isn’t easy for me either,” he murmured as his lips ghost across hers, causing her to rise up on her tiptoes and press her lips to his.

****Present Day***

Jilian’s steps were halted, when she approached her phone that was sitting on the kitchen island.  Bringing her hands up to her lips, as she remembered their last kiss that led to Liam being fashionably late for his scheduled takeoff.

Reaching for her phone, Jilian noticed that she had 2 new text messages.  Hoping they were from Liam, she quickly entered her passcode only to notice that it was Leo and Drake texting her and not Liam.

Releasing a breath as her shoulders slumped, she began to read the messages they sent her.

Leo: 

“Hey J, Drake and I are on our way.  We found the gold and black balloons you were looking for.  Is there anything else you think you’ll need from the Palace?”

Drake:

 “Winchester, we (meaning Me), found the balloons!”

Knowing that Drake and Leo were leaving the Palace and driving to Valtoria to help set up for the New Years Eve Bash she was throwing; Jilian promptly referenced her list of items needed to finish with the preparations for her very first New Years Eve Bash as Queen of Cordonia and Duchess of Valtoria.  

As she placed her phone back on the counter top of the kitchen island while she double checked her list, her phone began to buzz again, but this time it wasn’t from Leo or Drake, it was from Liam.  

Feeling giddy and excited she shrieked when she saw his name flash on her screen.

My hubby:  

“Hello Love. It looks as if my arrival will be delayed by a few hours.  There’s a storm brewing and the pilot wants to wait a few hours before taking off, but don’t worry as soon as we land, I’ll be on my way to you ❤.  As you can see, I’m already dressed,”  😍

Jilian looked at the pictures and immediately responded with a gif and some fire emojis to show her approval of what Liam was wearing.  🔥🔥🔥🔥

After sending the gif, Jilian realized that she never responded to Leo and Drake’s text.  “Oh shoot, I need those hanging spherical LED lights from the maze garden.  I’ll text Leo and Drake and see if they can bring them,” but before she hit send, she noticed what time it was and swiftly ran off to start her bubble bath as she clicked send while she quickly got undressed.  

Once she settled into her bubble bath, a thought crossed her mind.  Maybe I should return the favor back to Liam.  

Jilian picked up her phone and clicked a few shots of herself in the bubble bath with a glass of champagne; and once she got out, she knew it was too early to get dressed, so she decided to snap a few more shots of herself in what she called her lounge wear.  

After taking a few more selfies, she decided to put on some music and have another drink before getting dressed.  As she poured herself a second glass of champagne, Jilian scrolled through her app store in search of a video app to use as a way to send Liam her sexy pictures.

While reading the reviews from the different apps in search of the perfect one; Jilian received another text from Leo and Drake, but she left it unread.

Finally deciding on an app that didn’t seem to be too complicated, Jilian selected the photos she wanted to send Liam.

“I will upload these and maybe this too with a little caption on it….perfect.”

Feeling accomplished and proud of herself for sending her man some risqué pictures, Jilian thought it was time to start getting dressed.

****Leo and Drake

Leo was checking his social media page, as Drake drove them along Masarykov put,  in one of the Royal suv’s.  Contemplating if they should stay on Masarykov put or take Put na vrh Petke, which was the scenic route to get to Valtoria; Drake quickly turned to ask Leo which route he preferred.  

“Leo, do you mind if we take Put na vrh to get to Valtoria.  I want to make sure security is tight on the West side of the duchy, since it’s New Years Eve,” but before Leo could respond, both of their phones binged and buzzed simultaneously.  

Minimizing his instagram page, Leo looked to see who messaged him.  

“Humph, looks like Jilian responded to our latest message,” he said before telling Drake that he didn’t mind taking Put na vrh Petke to Valtoria.

“Yeah, I figured it was from her or Li; seeing that both of our phones chimed at the same time.

Drake gradually veered left onto Put na vrh Petke, when he heard “OOOHHHH.”

Looking over at Leo’s now red face, Drake asked, “What?  What else does the Queen need…Now?”

“Uhmmm, oh my god.  Uhmmm.”  Leo commented as he hastily closed his messages and flipped his phone face down on his leg.  

“What?”  Drake questioned.  “What the hell did she say that would shut your damn mouth,” he quipped.

Leo swallowed the lump in his throat while turning to look out his window, before answering Drake.  “Nothing, she didn’t say anything.”

“Bullshit.  She said something, because your face is as red as a goddamn cordonian ruby.  What did she say?” But before Leo could answer Drake’s question, their phones began to buzz and chime again; this time prompting Drake to fish his phone out of his pocket as he continued to drive slowly up Put na vrh Petke.  

“Nevermind.  Shit, I’ll read it my goddamn self.”

Leo remained quiet as he maintained his stare out his window at the wooded scenery that slowly began to appear clearly.  Noticing that the SUV was slowing down even more, Leo refused to look at Drake, as he remained focused on the wooded scenery.  

“OH.SHIT!  What the FUCK is Winchester trying to do?”

Fighting the urge to look at his phone again, Leo feared that he may like what he saw a little more than he should have the first time.

****Jilian****

Hrmph, that’s odd?  Liam hasn’t responded to my photos.  I know he should have gotten them by now, Jilian thought as slipped into her dress.   “Let me take a look, it’s probably still sending.”

****Leo and Drake***

“OH, oh my.”

“DRAKE!  Stop ogling my brother’s Wife.  The King’s Queen!”

Drake slowed the SUV down to a complete stop, to scroll through the pictures that Jilian sent them.  

“Damn.  Did you see the second one?  Shit.”

“No.  No, I didn’t and I’m refusing to.  Fuck, how am I supposed to look her in the face, and not see these?”  Leo stated as he brought his phone up to Drake’s face.

“Yeah, we’re FUCK!”  Drake breathed as he emerged back onto na vrh Petke, while he quickly adjusted himself.

*****Valtoria****

“NOOOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD, OH.MY.GOD!!!!!”

Were the screams that could be heard down the halls of Valtoria as Liam quickly approached his Queen’s quarters.

“Guards.  Guards!  Come quick.  I think the Queen may be in trouble.”  Liam yelled as his confident stride turned into a sprint.

Running swiftly through the open door of the Queen’s quarters, he found his Queen slumped over on the couch cradling her phone and her head, screaming “NOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Love!  What’s wrong?”  Liam asked as he knelt down in front of her, placing his hands just above her knees.  “What happened?  Are you OK?  Are you hurt?”

Jilian looked up into Liam’s concerned eyes and whispered, “No, I’m not OK.  I….,”  she hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I accidently sent these to Leo and Drake, thinking I was sending them to you.”

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[queenjilian]

I posted 142 times in 2022

8 posts created (6%)

134 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dcbbw

@bebepac

@burnsoslow

@phoenixrising308

@kingliam2019

I tagged 3 of my posts in 2022

#trh💕 - 2 posts

#trr❤ - 2 posts

#the royal romance - 2 posts

#trr liam - 2 posts

#the royal romance fanfic - 2 posts

#queen jilian writes - 2 posts

#otwt - 2 posts

#queenjilian - 2 posts

#my choices my way - 2 posts

#the queen has spoken - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 24 characters

#the royal romance fanfic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

💗 incoming love train! I appreciate you and recognize the amazing presence you have on this site, thank you for contributing to our community! 🌷send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to share the love. 💌💐🌷🌻🌺💐🌸🌹

Thank you 🤎

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#4

✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨ <3

2 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#3

✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨ <3

Awwww, Thank you 😊.

2 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#2

Thank you @bayleedrawsx

This is perfect❤❤❤❤

8 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Only Time Will Tell

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[burnsoslow]

I love you and your writing!! xoxoxo

[queenjilian]

😍😍😍 Thank you, as you can see I love your writing too 💜

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Dawn’s Early Light

My Dearest @tessa-liam:

Surprise … I’m your #choicessecretpal22!

Before we get into unwrapping your present (which comes with a gift receipt for returns if you don’t like it), I’d like to take a few moments to say THANK YOU for being such a supportive member of the fandom, whether you are creating content (linking your Masterlist for those who don’t know) or enthusiastically supporting others who do via reblogs and insightful commentary.

When I got your wish list, I was sorely tempted to go with the obvious choice given we are both King Liam stans, but I considered: You get Liam content (from me, at least) all year round. You know what isn’t as prevalent? Desire & Decorum content.

So, I gift you my rewrite of the iconic duel between Ernest Sinclaire and Duke Richards. I sincerely hope you (and any who read this story) enjoy it. FYI, I used the default name, Clara Mills.

Thank you so much @choicesfandomappreciation for hosting such a wonderful event!

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. I proofed it really well, but it’s me, and I am not the best at wrapping gifts. MS Editor rates the story as 99% error-free.

Rating is M for Mature

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song inspo: A Bitter Song, Butterfly Boucher

Word count: 3,356

Content warning: gun violence, slightly nsfw

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[queenjilian]

I might have to play this one

[queenjilian]

I posted 142 times in 2022

8 posts created (6%)

134 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dcbbw

@bebepac

@burnsoslow

@phoenixrising308

@kingliam2019

I tagged 3 of my posts in 2022

#trh💕 - 2 posts

#trr❤ - 2 posts

#the royal romance - 2 posts

#trr liam - 2 posts

#the royal romance fanfic - 2 posts

#queen jilian writes - 2 posts

#otwt - 2 posts

#queenjilian - 2 posts

#my choices my way - 2 posts

#the queen has spoken - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 24 characters

#the royal romance fanfic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

💗 incoming love train! I appreciate you and recognize the amazing presence you have on this site, thank you for contributing to our community! 🌷send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to share the love. 💌💐🌷🌻🌺💐🌸🌹

Thank you 🤎

1 note - Posted January 22, 2022

#4

✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨ <3

2 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#3

✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨ <3

Awwww, Thank you 😊.

2 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#2

Thank you @bayleedrawsx

This is perfect❤❤❤❤

8 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Only Time Will Tell

24 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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1000 Words

Merry Christmas, tumblrs!

This story was inspired by an ask from @peonierose regarding sending wrong pictures to the wrong number. This answer is definitely not what anyone asked for and probably doesn’t want, except maybe three mutuals. I honestly couldn’t make up my mind which Liam x Riley to use, so chose three where this situation would be a very real possibility.

Tis the season and all that, so set the drabbles at Christmastime. This fic is not beta’d and barely edited/proofed; forgive me all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Word Editor rates me 98% error-free for this tale.

Thank you to all who will read this! Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated far more than you know.

Rating this M for Mature (adult themes)

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song inspos will appear next to pairings/universes.

Word Count: 4,396

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[queenjilian]

1. The King of Cordonia can send me dick pics all day every day.

And 2. I didn't know SGL could sing

I'm done