Pairings: Drake x Riley, Drake x Olivia, Liam x Riley .
Word count:1020
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Mature
Warning: mental health
A/N: Thanks a ton @lizzybeth1986 for holding my hand and bringing this to reality. This is a mini series of 6 chapters loosely weaved around themes for the days of drake-walker-appreciation week.
Prompt: Day 1: Appreciation for @drake-walker-appreciation week
"Good morning!" Her soft whisper and sweet kisses were the things Drake cherished the most.
He stretched his arms up in the air and then turned to her, taking her in his embrace. She giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face.
"I love you." She said with a kiss.
"I love you too." He replied and asked, "What are we planning today?"
" I am going to treat you to some of your favourite foods."
"And what's so special to recieve this treat?"
"Just cause I want to celebrate, us." She waved her finger between both of them. "You know what, being with you every moment is a celebration." She added.
"You flatter me. What did I do to get all of this?" He spread out his arms and threw himself back in the softness of the plush mattress.
She placed her hand on his chest and rested her chin on it. Looking into his eyes, she started, " You Drake Walker, you are the most wonderful person on this earth. You have been a loving son, a caring brother, the most loyal friend anyone could ask for."
He raised his brows. "Well, thank you but all these things don't relate to you and me. Tell me something exclusive about us."
She chuckled, "That list will be never-ending. You know how much I love you. You are the warm hearted person I always dreamed of."
Drake smiled listening to the praises. She cupped his face and continued, "You can read me so well. I don't have to utter a single word and you know what I want. You know it all. You are so devoted that I feel blessed. You never leave my side come hell or high water. You give courage, you give hope, you make living possible. With you around I am so carefree. You are always watching my back. I can be myself and I am who I am, because of you."
Drake covered her mouth with his fingers, "Enough! Do you want me to drown in the sea of these praises?"
She shook her head and moved his hand away to speak, "No, I want you to shine like a star in the nightsky."
"A star? I am not beautiful like a star."
She got up to kiss his head. "Sadly, you don't even know."
"Know what?"
"That you are beautiful inside and outside. . Your chestnut hair that falls over your forehead." She ruffled his hair and he chuckled. "Your twinkling brown eyes, this smile of yours that only I get to see. When you say my name in your rough and heavy tenor, my legs go jelly."
"Riley." He called out her name to tease her.
"Oh, please don't start it again."
"Riley! Riley! Riley!" He repeated with a kiss each time.
She started laughing. He responded with a hearty laugh. He didn't realise his voice was loud enough to cross the barriers of the wooden doors.
There was a knock on the door. "Drake? Are you awake, Drake?" The sharp female voice from the other side of the door sounded concerned.
Drake lost his grin but Riley kept smiling. He got up to open the door. He didn't want his rendezvous with Riley to end. If only…
The moment he unlocked the door, Olivia rushed in.
"Good morning, Drake. How are you today? Did you sleep well?" She asked in a single breath, scanning the room.
"Yes, whatever." He muttered and walked in behind her. He looked at his bed and frowned. Riley was gone. Again. As always.
"Were you talking to someone?"
" None of your business!" He snarled at her and stomped out of the door. Riley was gone, so there was no point to stay there.
Olivia's shoulders slumped in defeat. She looked at the tiny study table in the corner of the room. The letter she left last night was still there. It was out of the envelope. That means he read it. Then why would he not respond well? She walked down to it with heavy steps. She picked it up to check if she had made a mistake. She started reading her handwritten ode.
'Dear Drake,
I love you. And I have some plans for tomorrow. I am going to treat you to some of your favourite foods. Nothing special. I just want to celebrate, us, although being with you every moment is a celebration. Because, you Drake Walker, you are the most wonderful person on this earth. You have been a loving son, a caring brother, the most loyal friend anyone could ask for.' Her eyes welled up. She tried to peer through her watery eyes.
'And if i start talking about us, the list will be never-ending.'
A stray streak of water spilled out of her eye to land on the letter and blotted the ink. She turned away with a sigh. Her head hung low. She crumpled the paper in her hand.
She looked up at the mantle. Photos of them together in happier times looked like they were mocking her. She picked up one she had clicked of him, standing alone in the lythikos snow with the eggnog she had made for him. He was beaming at the lens. He looked so happy. She wiped the wetness from her cheeks, reminiscing about that moment. She touched his lips in the photograph and moved her fingers over his brown eyes. "I did as I was told. I poured out my heart to you Drake Walker in a hope that you will remember what we had. But you are still dreaming of a woman who doesn't exist. I wonder how long I will have to fight this lonely battle to get you out of your hallucinations.This struggle seems like never-ending. I miss you Drake. I miss you!"
She cradled the photo frame in her bosom and let the welled up emotions loose till she could do it no more. She won't give up though. She had decided she wouldn't. With a fresh resolution in her mind,she got up to go after him.
Thanks so much @twinkleallnight for the suggestion of this couple with this particular prompt. 😂 My Pinterest recommendations now are filled with different disguised knives after my search for the perfect one for Olivia to use 🤣
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The palace was silent, save for the faint chime of a nearby clock alerting the lone, female figure prowling the royal library. The number of chimes let her know it was three in the morning. She paused in her search through file cabinets just long enough to make certain no footsteps were coming her way.
Olivia grimaced at yet another dead end. There had to be something about her parents amongst the historical documents. The anonymous letter she'd received at Liam's coronation had to be false. It simply wasn't feasible that her parents would turn traitor and take a chance on losing everything they had.
Surely they wouldn't have risked leaving her alone.
Olivia readjusted her pen light as she flipped through another file folder. Frustrated tears began to sting her eyes as she caught her parents' names as being in attendance for the mundane things at Court such as balls and council meetings.
Nothing was here. Not one shred of information to either prove or disprove that horrid, threatening letter had been found after a week of searching.
She'd already combed her duchy for anything that her parents might have inadvertently left behind. Yet, nothing was there.
She knew she should check the family vault. Yet, she couldn't make herself do it. Something about that part of her home scared her. It wasn't her ancestors' violent history she feared. She was terrified of finding something about her parents that would ruin the few precious memories she had of them.
She detested she'd been thrust into this situation. She was the Duchess of Lythikos! No man or woman had ever been able to make her do anything. She was the one to make the rules. Make the decisions. Make her own way.
Not some coward hiding behind an anonymous letter!
As she closed another dead end of a file folder, she heard a slight shuffle coming her way.
She cursed herself for not having a knife in her pocket. The few she had on her body were difficult to get to without alerting the person behind her.
Her lips curved as she thought of the one she always kept close at hand. It was a knife unlike any other she possessed. Disguised as a tube of lipstick, the blade was sharp enough to pierce the skin and do some wicked damage to whoever crossed her.
Pulling the black tube out, she whipped off the top and spun around in her chair. With a quick flick of her leg, she had the mystery person's legs swept out from under them.
A grunt echoed in the chambers as she pinned what was clearly a man to the floor.
Olivia pressed her knife against his jugular then flashed her pen light at his face.
Drake blinked, squinting up at her.
"Olivia?" He gasped once he could make out who it was. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She demanded in a harsh whisper.
"I couldn't sleep." He glared at her. "I came down here for something to read and saw your flashlight."
His eyes narrowed even more when he noticed she hadn't removed the knife from his neck. In fact, it felt like she was pressing it even harder against his skin.
"I thought you went back to Lythikos."
"I did." She hissed.
"You should have stayed there." He snapped, getting angrier by the moment. "Liam chose Madeleine. There's nothing for you here."
Olivia hid how much his words hurt. She hated that she wasn't Liam's choice, but there was little she could do about it now. She had to discover the truth about her parents before she contemplated marriage to anyone, much less Liam.
The soft thud of footsteps echoed outside of the library, drawing both their attention.
Drake knew it had to be one of the guards doing his rounds. He wasn't certain what Olivia was up to in here, but he doubted Liam or anyone else for that matter would be pleased with it.
He sucked in a breath to yell out for help.
His eyes widened when Olivia slammed her mouth over his.
She'd dropped the flashlight so she could keep his wrists pinned above his head. Her other hand kept her lipstick knife steadily pressed to his tender vein as she forced Drake to remain silent with the pressure of her mouth.
What she hadn't anticipated though, was his response.
He stiffened underneath her. Then as if against his will and better judgement, his lips softened and opened beneath hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, startling her as it tentatively caressed hers.
Olivia closed her eyes as the kiss continued. She could feel her will falter for a couple of seconds with the stray thought of how good of a kisser Drake was.
That was all the time he needed to switch their positions.
He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her hands over her head.
Their breaths were loud in the darkness from more than struggling against one another for domination.
Olivia softly cursed when she felt his fingers tighten around her thin wrists.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"If you must know," she bit out, "I'm investigating my parents."
Of all the answers that was the one that left him speechless.
"You're what? Why?" He finally managed to say.
"It's none of your business." She spat.
"It's Liam's business." Drake spat back. "He's king now in case you forgot. This is his library and--"
Olivia lifted her hips in an attempt to escape, rendering him silent once more. He just barely managed to keep her pinned to the floor as she struggled to break his hold on her.
He was also struck speechless from the flash of desire her hips rising up to meet his flared within him.
Drake swallowed and tried once more to get some answers out of her.
"Liv," he said in an even tone.
Olivia stilled at hearing him use one of her childhood nicknames again after all these years.
"What happened?" He whispered.
"I..." She blinked at the stray tears that began to slip out. "I received a letter at the coronation ball."
The whole story eventually came out. She could have remained silent, her will was certainly strong enough to do so. But Olivia was tired of facing this alone. As much as she hated his guts, he was better than having no one to discuss this with.
She was exhausted from having to do everything on her own.
Drake listened quietly as she explained the proof she needed.
"Will you wait on telling Liam?" She asked. "Once I discover what really happened to them, I plan on explaining it to him."
"I'll wait." Drake promised. "You want me to help you go through the files?"
Olivia blinked in surprise. She would have bet a large fortune that of all the people in Cordonia, Drake Walker would be the last person to ever willingly volunteer to help her.
"Thank you," she couldn't believe she thanked him! "But I don't think the information I need is here."
Drake eased off of her then held his hand out to help her stand.
She eyed it warily before grasping it.
Once they were upright, they avoided making eye contact.
"I'm," Olivia cleared her throat, "I'm going to return home."
"Okay." Drake rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen, if um..."
Olivia waited on him to finish his sentence.
"If you need some help with this," he continued, "I'll do what I can."
"You will?" She asked in complete surprise.
"I just said I would, didn't I?" He grumbled.
"Then I'll let you know if I do." She mumbled, gathering her things.
"Okay." Drake coughed. "I'll uh, I'll see you later, Liv."
Her eyebrows drew together over him using her nickname again.
"See you later, Drake."
He nodded then quickly made his escape out of the library.
Once he was back in his bedroom, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby mirror as he poured a second glass.
His eyes widened first on the trickle of blood on his neck from where her knife cut him. They then focused upon his lips coated in her red lipstick.
He quickly downed his second glass before wiping away the evidence of how she so effectively silenced him.
Drake was not about to try and figure out what happened in that moment when he felt her lips on his.
Author’s note: Another Drake x Olivia fanfic. From Olivia’s POV. A lot of time jumps. Pretty much sums up how I see them ending up together.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Olivia pulled herself out of Drake’s embrace, just long enough to spit out these words.
“I know.” He pulled her back in, his lips rough and voice hoarse and so demanding, but Olivia was just as eager so she let him take this one,
and they continued right where they left of. Striping each other of their clothes in a secret passage of the palace, where no one could ever interrupt them.
He pulled her back in with a passionate kiss, almost brutal, but it was just what Olivia needed right now.
The hole in her heart bled, but at least she was able to put these thoughts aside while she was entangled in Drake’s arms and limbs and -- OH
Who knew that Walker could make her feel that good in the pit of her stomach and make those sounds get out of her mouth?
Amber and Liam had just announced their engagement.
Sure, they both knew it was coming. They were both living in some sort of a fantasy that one day they’ll wake up and realize that their heart laid someplace else. She wanted Liam to love her, and Drake wanted Amber.
But life wasn’t always as easy and fun, and sometimes your heart broke into millions of pieces.
And suddenly you find yourself finding comfort in the arms of the last person you could’ve imagined. And this is how their story began.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” This time, she barged into Drake’s room. He was laying on his bed and reading something on his phone, not expecting anything or anyone.
Drake understood immdiately, and put his phone away.
Olivia was half naked by the time she reached his bed, and Drake was already basically in underwear.
He caught her in his arms as soon as she was close enough, and threw her onto the bed with some mix of hunger and need in his eyes.
It made Olivia’s stomach twist with excitment, and she bit down on her lip.
He quickly found himself between her legs, and Olivia’s arms gripped at his sheets.
“Dammit Walker, faster!” She ordered. “AHhh-”
They were standing in opposite sides of the ballroom. In the middle of the Unity tour.
But their eyes crossed and suddenly they knew. Without saying a single word.
They met at the exit of the ballroom, behind closed doors.
“This doesn’t--” She started saying, but got cut off by Drake. “Mean anything. I know, let’s go.” He took her arm in his and lead the way.
Olivia’s breathe caught in her throat at the way he lead her by her arm away, but other than a soundless gasp, she didn’t let him know.
That night, she drifted off to sleep before she could sneak out of his room.
She woke up, the sunlight shining throught the window. “Is it morning... Already...?” She mumbled, forgetting where she was.
Her words stirred him awake, and he slowly opened his eyes and faced her.
They were both lost for words.
“I should- I should go.” Olivia threw her dress back on, not minding how she looked, she just wanted to get the hell out of there, as fast as possible.
Someone might’ve saw her, in her way back to her own room. But even if they did, they wouldn’t know where she was coming from.
Besides, Olivia had the tendancy to look great at all times.
Olivia was going throught a lot. Even after the hole in her heart started melding and it didn’t hurt as bad when she looked at Liam and Amber together, she was still facing the consequinces of her parents betrayel of the crown, and what it meant to her people nowdays.
Her aunt was back, it almost felt as if she came back from the dead. And Olivia, well... She didn’t trust her.
It was a shame, she couldn’t even trust her own blood.
She had no one to talk to about these... Kind of stuff.
So the next time...
She didn’t run that early in the morning.
Instead, she laid in bed until she was completely awake. The birds were chirping outside the window, and she had her back to Drake.
She could feel him behind her, just barely touching her.
She finally turned around, to meet his eyes just as awake as hers were.
“Were you watching me for a long time?” She asked, raising an eyebrow but you could make the hint of a smile on her lips.
“I was wondering when will you sprint out like last time.” He snarked at her.
“Do you want me to?” She asked, voice unwavering.
“It’s not what I said.” He protested.
But other than that, his face was mostly unreadable.
Some nights, especially before they find themselves hot and naked in each other’s arms, she’d see the real Drake. Vulnerable.
But in the morning, he’d be the same old Drake she knew. Closed off and untalkative.
Did she really want to confide in him, of all people?
Or maybe it was that it was him, of all people, that made her trust no matter what she told him, it wouldn’t change his opinion of her.
Until that other night, she’d always leave before morning came. And that other night, was a slip-up. She felt so secure and warm in his embrace, she fell asleep before her judgment caught up to her. But today? It was a concious choice.
And the thing is... Olivia didn’t start to regret it.
Olivia rested her head on her arm, positioning herself over the pillow. She studied Drake for a long time. He didn’t say a word, either. It’s like he was studying her too.
“What is it?” He asked, eventually.
“You’re not that bad, Walker.” Olivia simply said. It was easier than what was going through her mind.
“Don’t get all mushy on me, Livie.” Drake amused himself with the nickname, a smile spreading over his feature.
“You did not just call me that.” And before he could see it coming, her pillow was already meeting with his face, and the sound of giggles rolled around the room.
They met for a late night drink. It was the day before Lykithos’ turn in the Unity tour.
“Whiskey?” She offered, although she didn’t know why she bothered. It was all he drank anyway.
“A woman after my own heart.” He let out before he could catch himself. They both froze for a second, before Drake bumped into her shoulder and made a joke out of it.
Olivia shook her head in disbelief, as if she was done with him, but a smile played on her lips.
She poured two glasses, before joining him on the couch in her guest room.
Tomorrow everyone will arrive. But today they had all the palace to themselves.
She even sent all the staff home.
“Did you send everyone away so no one will see us?” He asked after a couple of drinks.
“Yes... And no.” Olivia admitted.
Drake raised an eyebrow at her, distracting himself with his glass, but his gaze rested on Olivia questioningly.
“I did ask them to go so no one will spy on us... But no for the reason you’re thinking of.”
“For what reason, then?” He put his drink down, watching Olivia carefully.
It was clear to Olivia, by that point, she’d moved on from Liam. It didn’t hurt anymore when she thought about him. When she saw him with Amber. When she helped pick out stuff for the wedding.
But maybe, just maybe... Someone else started occuping the place in her heart.
It was too early to admit that, and it wasn’t the reason she asked him privately today.
“If I tell you something... Will you promise to keep it a secret. Even from Liam?”
Drake considered for a long second, but eventually he nodded. “You can tell me everything.”
“I... Think my parents had more involvment than just the coup. But I’m too afraid of what I might find out, if I go down that route.”
She was right. His opinion of her didn’t change. And he didn’t judge her, either.
“When you’ll be ready, you’ll know. And we’ll all be there. But until then, I’ll be here.”
This night felt different.
They took their time.
taking off each garment of fabric of each other. Caressing and worshiping every new exposed skin. Kissing passionately but also tenderly.
Biting and cursing but also hugging, and kissing everything away.
Sex with Drake was always great. But this was a whole new level.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
A heaviness in Olivia’s chest lifting, ever so slightly.
She woke up facing him. It was almost time to get up and get everything ready at the Duchy.
Soon the servents will arrive and not so long after the other guests.
Drake smiled at her, still half asleep. He moved his hand up to caress her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful...” He mumbled, eyes fighting to stay open.
Olivia hesitated, but she smiled and covered his hand with her own.
That night, she learned more about her parent. But more importantly, she learned it wasn’t over. Her aunt and Anton (”Justin”) had a bigger ploy at play.
She was betrothed? What? And to... That poor excuse to a human being?
Not that it meant anything to her. Not that it’d stop her.
But right now, she had bigger problems.
Annuling the marriage, and standing up with Cordonia.
She will not be going down her parent’s footsteps.
“Olivia, wait” Drake was running after her.
“I don’t have the time right now, Drake.”
He took her hand in his, and put it over his chest. “Let me help.”
It was both the motion of stopping her, but also sharing something deeper.
She sighed, eventually.
“Fine.”
It was the day of Liam and Amber’s wedding, and Anton has been defeated.
Assassins slayed, enemies defeated, and a happy celebration in front of them.
They both watched as Amber went down the aisle.
As Liam and Amber promised to love each other forever.
As they sealed it with a kiss.
“Great party, huh?” Drake stepped in Olivia’s way, two flutes of champange in his hands.
He offered her one.
“I’m impressed.” She took one in her hand.
“Exquisite. Slaying assassin is my second favorite activity. And throwing my aunt along with Anton behind bars has defenitely made my night.”
They clincked their glasses and drank from them.
“So...” Drake lowered his glass.
“Did it mean anything...?” He finally dared to ask.
“With Anton?! Of course not--” “No.”
“Oh.”
Olivia stopped in her train of thought.
She considered for a moment, a smile spreading on her lips without even trying.
[maxwell/mc and dralivia college au accidental double date that i wrote out and then decided i’d prefer as a headcanon whoops sorry]
Drake sets the tray down on the table, sliding into the booth alongside Olivia. “This should be everyone’s. Took them long enough.”
“Hey, at least we got a booth,” Riley laughs, reaching for her milkshake. “Not bad for midnight on a Saturday.”
“Who got protein style?” Maxwell wrinkles his nose, holding up an offending hunk of lettuce. “Olivia, seriously?”
Olivia rolls her eyes, holding out her hand for her food. “Say that again in ten years when you’re fat with five kids and I’m a skinny divorcée.”
Riley makes a show of digging her fork into the animal fries and shoving the entire bite in her mouth. Maxwell leans his head towards her and smiles. “Girl after my own heart.”
for every🌹in my inbox i'll post one random sentence section of a wip
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Royal Romance (Visual Novel)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Olivia Nevrakis/Drake Walker
Characters: the gang makes an appearance but barely
Summary:
Drake and Olivia's journey from sort of friends to something so much more.
I was tagged by @boneandfur @desiree-0816 @zaffrenotes and @annekebbphotography to share what I’m working on
From the next chapter of The Consequence of Secrets...
After a quick shower, a cup of stale coffee from the kitchenette alcove in his quarters and a call to check on Olivia’s ETA, he feels slightly more human and less like the walking dead. He grabs his old denim shirt from the closet for old time’s sake and slips it on, recalling what Olivia said as he fastens the buttons. ‘I’ll get there when I get there, don’t worry about when it is. Go do what you’re supposed to be doing and take care of Liam and Jennifer like you went there to do.’ So warm and fuzzy his woman is. A regular wallflower. But though her tone was laced with snark as usual, she didn’t sound as pissed off as she had been so… here’s hoping he was wrong and whatever she had to talk to him about wasn’t a big deal after all.
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