Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Drake x Riley
Rating: G
Warnings for this chapter: None
Word Count: 1,471
A/N: This is finally! @twinkleallnight ask from my prompt wheel event. The ask was for Drake x fluff and angst x secrets and romance. I decided that any fluffy, romantic gesture from Drake Walker is going to be angsty because he's unsure of himself. What other romantic gesture would you keep secret than a proposal? So here it is finally. Hope you enjoy!
Also submitting to @choicesjunechallenge for Proposal.
My other stuff: Master List.
“What’s going on in here?” Riley asked.
The conversation had ceased the moment she walked in. That was the second time in as many days and Drake had been acting squirely for a week. Fidgety, secretive, and quieter than normal. Not that he was ever a huge talker, but this was quiet even for him. He seemed lost in thought often and when she asked what was on his mind, he just dismissed her with “nothing.”
She sighed and shook her head when Drake once again responded to her question with, “Nothing.” The same answer he’d given her earlier when he’d hung up on a call that he’d clearly been in the middle of when she’d walked in the room.
She was starting to worry that there was someone else or that he’d realized he’d made a huge mistake wanting to be with her.
Not that she would blame him. She had come here for his best friend after all. But the spark with Liam had fizzled and died quickly. There was no way the royal council ever would have approved her as a match for him anyway and she had figured out not long after landing in Cordonia that there was no way she would be happy living under the restraints that Liam lived under.
She thought that Drake had moved past the fact that her initial interest had been in Liam, but maybe he hadn’t. She had never meant to fall for someone else after realizing she and Liam weren’t meant to be, but she had fallen for Drake in slow motion, and had been unable to stop it from happening.
Maybe he had just gotten swept up in the excitement of the engagement tour and the adrenaline rush of all the sneaking around, trying to be discreet as they cleared her name and now that it was all over, regular life with her was boring. Maybe he liked damsels in distress and now that she wasn’t one, he was losing interest.
She turned her attention to the other man in the room and demanded, “Max?” Surely Max would tell her what was going on.
Max gave her a wide-eyed stare, like a deer caught in the headlights before blurting out, “Nothing!” and bounding out of the room.
Well, fuck.
She turned back to Drake with a tremble in her voice, “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
“What? Of course! Riley, baby, nothing is wrong!” Drake was shaken to his core that she thought that. He took her in his arms and pulled her tight against him as he told her, “Nothing is wrong! I love you! Please tell me you know that!”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded as she pulled away and gave him a sad smile, “I’ll leave you alone and let you get back to…whatever you were doing…”
He watched her leave with his heart in his throat.
Shit!
This was not supposed to happen. He was apparently a terrible secret keeper and a worse boyfriend. His girlfriend, the love of his life, thought something was wrong between them because he was making such a mess out of this.
He pulled out his phone and started typing into the group chat he had created a week ago.
Drake: Change of plans! We need to pull this off tonight! She’s suspicious and thinks something is wrong.
Max: Sorry, I have no poker face!
Hana: We can do this! Can’t we, Liam?
Liam: Of course! Anything for our two best friends my love!
Drake: Seven?
Hana: Seven it is. Max, come to my office so we can coordinate.
Max: On my way!
Drake pocked his phone and went to find Riley.
*****
After reassuring his girlfriend that everything was okay between them, Drake met his friends on the palace roof. “Oh my God, you guys, this looks amazing! How did you get it done so fast?”
There was a table draped with a white linen tablecloth, adorned with red and white roses and tapered candles. Twinkle lights stretched overhead and soft classical music floated through the air from hidden speakers.
“Being queen has it’s perks!” Hana giggled.
“She’s being modest,” Liam draped an arm around her shoulders, “My wife is amazing at everything!”
“Besides, you did all the planning,” Max interjected, “all we did was make it happen a few days earlier than originally scheduled!”
“Okay, okay,” Drake muttered as he walked around the area checking things, “Flowers… music… champagne….candles… what am I forgetting?”
“Uh…do you have the ring?” Max asked.
“Shit! The ring! Right!” Drake patted his pockets, then blew out a huge sigh of relief when he found it, “Got it!”
“Okay, now all we have to do is get Riley up here!” Hana nodded.
“I’ve got that part under control,” Drake answered, “Thank you all for everything!”
“Are you okay?” Liam peered at his best friend, “You look a little pale.”
“I’ve never been so nervous in my fucking life! What if she says no? What if she doesn’t want to get married? What if-“
“Hey, hey, hey!” Liam placed a hand on his shoulder, “She will!”
“Yeah, anyone can see how in love you two are,” Max assured him.
“As her best friend, I’m telling you, she’s going to say yes!” Hana added.
“Okay,” Drake took in several gulping breaths, “Let’s do this!”
*****
“We’re having dinner on the roof?” Riley asked as Drake led her through the door at the top of the stairs and out onto the moonlit rooftop of the palace.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun.”
“Wow!” She breathed as she took in the scene in front of her, “You did all this?”
“I had a little help,” he admitted.
“Why?” She asked as her eyes took in the table that was set with fine China, crystal champagne flutes and actual silverware. “Not that I don’t appreciate a good, romantic gesture, but this is out of character for you…oh! Is this what you’ve been so secretive about lately?” She watched his face hopefully.
“What? I mean…yes, yes! This is what I’ve been planning! I wanted to recreate the night we met!”
Relief crashed through her as she sat in the chair that he pulled out for her. “I’m pretty sure there was no China or champagne that night…”
“Yes, but this was the best I could do in the palace kitchens! There are no plastic plates in the place. But look!” He pulled the cover off her plate to reveal a deluxe cheeseburger and fries.
“Oh my God! This looks amazing!” she laughed, “This is great! I was starting to worry about you for a minute there, Walker!” Burgers and fries were much more his speed, and hers, than any of the fancy dishes that usually came out of the palace kitchens.
“So, you like it?”
“Of course! But why all the secrecy? You scared the crap out of me! I thought you were going to break up with me!”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he ducked his head sheepishly, “I guess I’m not good at keeping secrets.”
“Ya think?”
His smile vanished as his countenance grew serious, “Riley, I never want you to be afraid of that. I want to be with you now, tomorrow and forever.”
Something in his tone made her body go still. Her eyes widened as she took in his serious demeanor, “What are you trying to say right now, Drake?”
“I’m saying…” he was suddenly down on one knee holding a ring up to her, “I love you, Riley Brooks and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you! Will you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?”
Her hands flew to her mouth as she sucked in a shocked gasp, “Drake!” tears started falling down her cheeks as she nodded.
“Yes? That’s a yes?”
“It’s a yes!” she nodded harder.
“Oh, thank God!” He slid the ring on her finger as his hands started to shake from the adrenaline that had dumped into his body.
He stood up and pulled her from the chair, crushing her against him as his lips crashed into hers.
When they pulled apart, she was laughing, “I can’t believe you thought I would say anything other than yes!”
“I have never been so scared in my life, Riley!”
She looked at him incredulously, “Did you really think I’d say no?”
“Maybe….”
“Not a chance! You’re stuck with me, now!” She teased as she admired the ring on her finger.
“Good!” He kissed her again then leaned his forehead against hers, “I love you, Riley.”
“I love you too, Drake,” she murmured as her hands ran through his hair.
The food was forgotten for the moment as they clung to each other with love and happiness flooding through their hearts.
Hey all, I decided to write a Sam dalton fic. You can thank me later. Slight adult warning, @choicesjunechallenge, @lovealexhunt, another day 11 prompt. Hope everyone enjoys. Specially @cheeto-choices.
Dani glanced at her watch, it was late and the twins were fast asleep. Sam was working late at the office again. After the engagement party, they both were avoiding each other and Dani hated it. She wasn’t sure what to do, only that Sam couldn’t avoid her. She slid her headphones into place, selecting the top 100 on her Spotify app before putting her phone in the back pocket of her shorts. She stepped out of her room before walking across to the kitchen, grabbing the left over pizza she had ordered with the twins. Opening it on the counter and eating a few slices. Licking her thumb clean of pizza sauce, bobbing her head along to the music. Opening the nearby textbook the boys were learning from, wanting to get ahead of tomorrow’s expected homework. Her bare foot rubbing the back of her calf muscle, relieving the tension in her body. Feeling the tightness in her neck, feeling at odds with everything here. Did she really belong. Here in Sam’s life. Was she kidding herself thinking Sam would want her over a billionaire who could give her anything. She groaned, wanting to bury her head in the sand.
“Agh.” Dani sighed aloud. Not hearing Sam walk in. “What’s the point.” Dani said aloud to herself. “I’m never going to be anything more than a play thing.”
Sam stopped dead at the kitchen entrance. Realising Dani was talking about her. Her heart aching for her, she wanted Dani but her commitment to her fiancé. The promise she made to her father. Weren’t easy to break. Not to her. She wanted to hold her and tell her it was okay. she needed to just be patient, but it’s all she had done so far. Holding back so much, her eyes telling her so much but her touch so little. She had gotten too close and the engagement party didn’t end how she wanted and Dani got hurt. Her family causing a rift between them.
“Dani...” Sam barely whispered. Trying to get her attention before realising she had headphones in. She wasn’t even sure what to say, where to start. She had tried to apologise but Dani didn’t want to hear it.
“You always have to apologise for her. It shouldn’t be like that. You shouldn’t have to!” Dani had slammed the door in her face rightfully so.
“Dani. Please. I’m so sorry about tonight. It wasn’t at all how I wanted tonight to go. I should- I know what I should have done and I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”
“Just leave. Please.” Dani sobbed, wiping her tears. Feeling so rejected and hurt. Struggling to believe Sam would allow her to be treated so horribly by her family.
Sam sighed before accepting defeat, realising Dani wasn’t going to open the door. Let her in, to comfort her, to hold her in her arms, wanting to shield her from her family. She didn’t want Dani to be alone, nothing was going to plan, the whole damn engagement was beginning to take its toll on her life. But she couldn’t back out, she had agreed. For her father. It was all so complicated. “Dani...” Sam swallowed hard, pressing the flat of her hand against the door, unsure if Dani was on the other side doing the same, but she hoped Dani hadn’t regretted what happened between them. “If- agh.” She cursed herself. Why was this so hard. She had never stumbled over herself so much but since meeting Dani. She managed to make herself feel like a complete fool but making Dani the fool in front of her family. Drawing her in and doing nothing right. “I’m sorry Dani. Just know how sorry I am. I never meant for you to get hurt. It’s on me.” Sam left her alone that night, and they had barely talked since. Just pleasantries in front of the twins.
Sam went to move when Dani turned enough to see her standing at the threshold of the kitchen. Watching her with those eyes of hers. Dani knowing what that look did to her, feeling the heat within wanting to explode.
“Sam.” Dani said, a siren call in the abyss. “We ordered pizza in. The twins felt like it. They told me you liked supreme, no olives.” She offered a small box to Sam.
“Thanks.” Sam barely pushed it aside when Dani was already walking away. “Dani.” She called out. Her hand reaching across and gently squeezing her wrist, feeling the spark of electricity between them, a touch, a wanting of more than just space between them as Sam entwined their fingertips, her thumb gently massaging her knuckles. “Talk to me. Please Dani.” Her eyes pleading for Dani to not walk away from her.
“There isn’t anything to talk about. I’m the nanny.” Dani went to move when Sam pulled her close. “Sam?” Dani’s hands resting on Sam’s shoulders. “We can’t. I don’t want to get hurt.”
“Dani...” Sam whispered, her lips mere inches from Dani’s. A fire burning within, it was all she wanted. To be consumed by Dani’s fire. “I want you. I know I can’t have you but I want you. So damn much. I can’t keep doing this, lying to you, to myself.” Her fingertips sliding underneath Dani’s shirt, feeling her bare skin beneath, warm and carefree, unlike herself.
Dani saw the lust in Sam’s eyes. She was serious, dead serious. “I-“ she never finished her sentence. Sam backing her against the wall, her lips claiming Dani’s, hand pressed against the wall to steady herself as her other hand began to unbutton the front of Dani’s shirt, her lips exploring every inch of Dani’s delicious jawline before dipping down to kiss her long neck, her lipstick marking for all to see. Not caring about anything but Dani, wanting her to know that, feel that. “I want to see every inch-“
Dani moaned, her hands tugging Sam’s hair, pulling Sam’s lips back to her. Taking Sam’s bottom lip and gently biting before shifting to her neck. Sucking hard on her neck. “Dani. That will leave-“ Sam moaned when she felt Dani’s hand press against the front of her blue slacks, shuddering as Dani drew circles, slow and agonising circles. Driving her insane with desire. Dreaming, wishing she was in a position where she could be honest with herself, with Dani, with her family but the position she was in. Made everything seem impossible but right now. What Dani was doing to her, it didn’t seem like a dream, but a reality she could dare real if she wanted. Stifling down another moan as Dani leaned down and softly kissed her neck, being gentle with her. Her lips hot against her skin, Sam closing her eyes as she let Dani take control.
“Mum! Is that you?!”
Sam and Dani sprang apart. Dani quickly buttoning her shirt when Mickey walked out rubbing sleep from his eyes, clueless to what they were up to. Seeing Dani adjust her shirt and thinking nothing of it as Sam adverted her eyes. “We got you pizza. Your favourite. No olives.”
“Thanks Mickey.” Sam realised Dani had some of her lipstick on her neck. She shifted to make sure Mickey couldn’t see it, pushing his hair back. Not wanting her sons to know what she was doing with Dani. They weren’t old enough to understand but they were smart boys none the less. Dani grateful as Sam led Mickey away, adjusting her shirt before feeling Sam’s lipstick on her neck. Pulling out her phone and realising how intense Sam is when their together. She never holds back when their alone. Dani realising if she wanted to know where she stood. She would have to get Sam alone, without the twins getting in the way.
heya! heres my submission for day 18 of @choicesjunechallenge ! a fanart of simon from save the date and mc's puppy oreo seems to fit the prompt because we all know how much simon loves pups! 🥰
(i rarely color my sketches digitally so this is a special one! plus i sacrificed my sketchbook by placing it on the edge of the balcony for the sake of the photo)
if you'd like to participate, here's a link of all the rules and prompts!
⟢ 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬: Every form of work can be submitted: fanfiction, drabbles, moodboards, edits, drawings, poems—all are welcomed. Every book and stor
The sun was beating down, but the bright umbrella was Dalia’s and Bryce’s savior as it cast a shadow over the couple. The sand was warm beneath his fingers and the smell of salt carried through the air, making him breathe deep.
“This is the life, huh?” Bryce let out a long, exaggerated exhale, briefly tightening his arm around Dalia’s shoulder. Groaning, she nuzzled her face further into his chest.
“I was sleeping,” she whined, running a finger down his bicep and enjoying the shiver that ran down his body. They were in the shade from the umbrella, but the day was still hot. The smell of his coconut sunscreen was overpowering in the best way, invading her senses and lulling her back to a state of near sleep. Shaking her, he pressed a kiss to her head before getting up from the towel and walking to the water.
"C'mon, babe! The water's perfect!" He proved his point by wading in until most of his muscular legs were submerged. Begrudgingly, she sat up on the towel and leaned back on her arms.
"Why should I follow a man who has no respect for my naps?" she taunted, laughing when he stuck his tongue out at her. In his distracted state, he didn't notice a particularly large wave forming behind him. With a shout, he fell into the water from the force of the water, which only made Dalia laugh harder. "Karma!"
“Hey!” Bryce called from the water, hair and face dripping. She continued laughing and began to open a medical journal she had brought to read, but her boyfriend ran to her spot on the sand and all but ripped it from her hands. “This is a vacation, D! Bryce Vacation Rule number 1 states,” He cleared his throat and deepened his voice to sound more authoritative. “No work will be done or mentioned on vacation!” Dalia snorted.
“Some of us have to work to maintain our jobs, Lahela.”
“There will be no disobeying of the Bryce Vacation Rules!” he announced, shoving the journal back into his bag. Grabbing Dalia’s arms, he lifted her off the towel and pulled her towards the waves crashing against the shore. She buried her feet into the sand, resisting his physical pull. After realizing she wasn't budging, he changed his tactic.
"Bryce, wh--” Bryce cut her off with a maniacal laugh and lifted her over his shoulder, playfully smacking her ass as he rushed to the water. "Bryce, let me down!"
“Never!" he yelled, grabbing her legs and tugging her down so they wrapped around his waist. She clung to him , pressing her face to his shoulder and trying to avoid getting too much water on her. One hand traveled from her thigh to her chin, guiding her face up his. "You're all mine, Blaese."
Their lips met in a heated kiss that rivaled the sun, and they stayed like that until their shoulders began to burn.
Pairing - Drake Walker x Charity Middleton (The Royal Romance)
Warning - None this is just a super cute fluffy morning in the life of Duke Drake Walker and Duchess Charity Walker
Prompt - Dream (Day 11) @choicesjunechallenge
Note - I love Drake so much and I think Charity suits him maybe a bit better than Liam
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Summary - Drake makes his wife breakfast in bed and they end up having a discussion about dreams
Word Count - 1133
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Drake watched his new wife as she slept, she was stunning beyond belief, even when she was fast asleep, she was incredibly peaceful as she slept, her soft breathing was soothing to him after the awful events of the wedding, just knowing her heart was still beating, that she was still alive, and she was now his, it made him feel beyond lucky.
Charity made a small noise in her sleep and she curled up as she turned in her sleep onto her side, a small smile on her face as she slept, it was something Drake found adorable, when she smiled in her sleep, he gently removed himself from the bed, careful not to wake his wife and he put on a shirt and shorts, just peaking over to the bed to ensure Charity was still there and then he walked out the room, quiet not to wake her and he went to the kitchens, he still didn’t see the point in staff especially since he adored cooking but he was a Duke now and had to get used to them, he set to work on getting the ingredients for pancakes and he put them in a bowl and mixed them.
“Sir, if you would like me to make breakfast, I can” One of the staff offers and he shook his head, he wanted to surprise his wife with food and wasn’t going to be able to do that if the staff always butted in.
“I am sure I am more than capable to make my own wife breakfast” He insisted and the staff member sighed but didn’t argue, Drake got on with making the pancakes before he plated them up on a plate, grabbing a small jug, putting honey in it and then chops some bananas, and strawberries and does coffee before he calls for one of the staff to go help him take the food upstairs to his wife which the lady complies with almost immediately and he goes through to the room, placing a glass of orange juice and a mug on her bedside table, putting coffee, milk and two sugars in as her eyes flutter open.
“Mmmm, am I dreaming or is my husband actually making me a coffee” she yawns and stretches her arms and he rolls his eyes.
“I made the coffee, i was just putting it together, Middleton” He utters and leans over, cupping her cheek in his hand before he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“Morning Drake” she hums happily and he smiled, kissing her lips gently.
“Morning Charity” he whispers softly and she smiles and she sits up, rubbing her eyes, her husband looking at her as she stretched.
“What is it?” She asks and he presses his lip to her nose, before smiling.
“I’m just so damn lucky to have you” he comments and she grins, leaning over to kiss him before reaching for the coffee, sipping on it, moaning in delight as she sipped it, oh coffee was a dream in a drink.
“Likewise” she smiled and he brought the tray with pancakes over.
“I also thought my beautiful wife could do with a nice breakfast in bed” he beams and Charity grins, he really was her dream man, he was sweet, considerate and she couldn’t get enough of him.
“That’s very generous” she smiles and she sips on the coffee grabbing a plate, putting two pancakes on her plate and Drake also grabbed some pancakes as Charity drizzled the tiniest amount honey on her first pancakes and then puts strawberries and some of the banana on it before she put the other pancake on top.
“Hope they are to your liking” he utters softly as she shamelessly picked the pancakes up and took a bite as if they were a sandwich.
“Oh it tastes like a sweet dream” she grins, moaning in delight as she chews her pancakes, mumbling in pleasure and Drake couldn’t help but shake his head, he was so amused by how wild his wife could be.
“So your saying your sweet dream is a pancake sandwich with honey banana and strawberries?” He confirms and his wife rolled her eyes, sometimes he really needed to shut up.
“My dream was rather pleasant last night” she comments, and looks up at him, taking another bite of her pancakes and he looked at her, eating his own pancakes like a normal person with a knife and fork.
“Oh yeah?” He asked and Charity nodded, covering her mouth as she chewed, before swallowing her mouthful and grabbed her coffee again, sipping and sighing in pure delight.
“Yeah, we had our first child” she murmured, and he raised an eyebrow, his heart swelling at the idea of his wife having dreams about their first child together.
“I can’t wait for the day we have children” he admitted and Charity smiled sweetly at him.
“In my dream we had a little girl named her Ella-Grace” she smiles and he whispered the name, it seemed perfect.
“What a beautiful name” he whispers and Charity nods, before she smiles even wider.
“And you were playing in the outdoors with her, and she kept wanting to climb trees” Charity continues, wishing her dream was a reality, it was such a perfect dream to have.
“It sounds perfect your dream, Middleton” Drake whispered, and Charity nods.
“My dream was of you, just being your wonderful self, beautiful and amazing” he murmurs softly, as she continues to eat the pancakes, just dreamily looking into his eyes, how she had almost married Liam and missed out on this wonderful man was beyond her.
“I am pretty amazing” she agreed and he sighed, he couldn’t ever compliment her without her answering back, with that smart ass mouth of hers.
“I don’t know why I bother at times, even if my dreams” he comments.
“You bother in your dreams?” She raised an eyebrow and he shook his head at her, sighing, oh she was very annoying when she wanted to be, she fluttered her eyelashes at him as if to say, tell me more about your dreams.
“Yes, sometimes in my dreams, like in every day life, you like to push me” he comments and she grins.
“Your dreams are quite realistic then” she shrugged at him and he shook his head, he loved her really put she could be quite a pain in the ass at times.
“I hope one day your dream will become a reality, there is nothing I want more than to be a father” he murmured softly and she looked up at him with love in her eyes, her heart swelling.
“That dream will come true, and when it does you’ll make the most amazing father” she whispers, staring into his beautiful eyes.
