just call me mrs. walker

A The Royal Romance Fanfic

Warnings: Some swearing and mentions of sex.

Pairings: Prince Liam x Kate Beaumount (mentioned), Drake Walker x Kate Beaumont (mentioned)

Summary: During the social season of Crown Prince Leo’s journey to find a bride and queen, Kate Beaumont can’t help but discuss her own love life with her best friend.

Word Count: 4,803

Prologue: Before the Storm

Katherine Beaumont figured that, by now at least, she should be used to attending courtly functions.

Drake: I’m erasing myself from the narrative

Bertrand: It’s about MC

Author’s note: Hello! This is my new series, based on Drake’s POV of Liam and Jade’s relationship. I felt guilty for breaking his heart in the last chapter, so I’m giving Drake some closure. Beware of the smut. And if you get curious about what Drake will listen in this chapter, make sure to be tagged in my main series.

Summary: Jade rejected Drake’s proposal to run away from Cordonia during the engagement tour. How will he cope with it? Only time will tell. 

Word count: 2053 Rating: +18

Tag list: @scarlettedragon @walkerisbae @mrsdrakewalkerblog @cocomaxley @jlouise88 @hopefulmoonobject

“I’m gonna steer clear Burn up in your atmosphere I’m gonna steer clear ‘Cause I’d die if I saw you I’d die if I didn’t see you there”

Hey! So people kinda liked it and I’m too hyped to stop now, so here is the second chapter! prepare your hearts, I’m here to break hearts and drink whiskey, and i’m all out of whiskey! I hope you all like it, feedback will be really appreciated. Just to remind that my native language isn’t English, so if there’s any mistake, please let me know.

Rating: PG

Word count: ~1790

Summary: Drake thinks back at the time he was shot and the devastating revelation when he woke up.

Chapters list: Skyfall - Prologue, Ch 1 - A Million Years Ago 

Set Fire to the Rain

But there’s a side to you

That I never knew, never knew

All the things you said

They were never true, never true

And the games you play

You would always win, always win

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Sunset, windows down and just the road in front of them.

“But when I taaaste tequiiiiila, babe I still see yaaaa” she was singing in his car as they drove back from Madeleine’s state, it was really good to see her in such a good mood after it.

“Jesus, York” he turned the radio down faking an annoyed look, but the corners of his mouth betraying him. “You’re killing the song!”

She made an outraged noise and both laughed, after almost a year knowing her, it was still amazing to hear her laugh, maybe it was because she had refused Liam’s offer to be his mistress, maybe it was because he was in love with her.

“Well I was actually hoping for you to sing along, you know” she rolled her eyes shuffling songs on his phone. “Oh! I cannot believe you have this song.”

He heard the guitars strings followed by the violin and knew immediately what song she was talking about.

“I love that song!” she said mixing with the first lines from Colton Ford, nodding her head, just waiting for the chorus.

Drake gave her a mischievous look, singing his heart out with her the second after.

‘Workin’ on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,

Wrestling with our roots,

Trying to turn off Mama’s tears, and fill up Daddy’s boots

Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned,learning how to live and learn

Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running

Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of ‘em

Fighting with the man in the mirror til’ we gone

Yeah, that’s what all us good ol’ boys gonna go out workin’ on

Gonna go out workin’ on

This time he laughed with her, the sound mixing with the country chords, she was beaming and if not for the road in front of them, he would have kissed her right there.

As they got near to the Beaumont state, where she was gathering her things before the start of the Engagement Tour, he saw her with eyes closed, her fingers tapping on the door of his truck to the beat of the song.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

A woman dressed in dark pantsuit and a neat French bun glared at him from the seat next to him, he fisted his hand and moved it from the arm rest. He wouldn’t admit, but at times like these he missed the royal jet, although he just couldn’t face Liam, not after what he had done.

He had no right of dragging him to that damn auction and even though he seemed as surprised as Drake to know the painting he purchased was from her, inviting her back to Cordonia was spitting on everything he built to himself on the last five years.

He had tried to sleep, but he was way uncomfortable on that seat, or maybe under his skin, he never imagined he would hear her name again, nor did he want to.

Riley was everything he avoided to think for the past years, it was a long-gone memory, a wound that took too much of him to patch.

Drake tried to escape the darkness, his chest was on fire like he was being ripped in the middle, his skin crawling like it wanted to be shed so he would be freed from the cloister his soul was in.

He tried to focus on those blue eyes, they were filled with tears the last time he looked into them, she whispered words unknown to him, chanting a crying melody in his chest. The whispers around him made him feel like on a court, was he being judged for loving her?

Had they decided that his selfless act was enough to erase the betrayal to a King, a position always depicted as God’s choice? Beeping noises were higher when the whispers were missing and the darkness numbed all of his feelings, until words rose from within.

I couldn’t protect you

Something stirred inside of him, he wanted to run from the darkness but his legs weighted too much, still, through screams and pain he gave the first set, then the second, until he opened his eyes, enveloped in a sanitary white light that made him shut his eyes again, coming back to the warmth of the darkness.

But this time there weren’t whispers anymore, full bodied voices filled his head.

“He’s awake” he heard Liam’s voice, thank God he was okay and, after everything, by his side.

Drake adjusted his eyes to the lights, and met Liam’s concerned face. He was definitely in a hospital, the imagens went through his head very fast, screams, a gun, the searing pain of the bullet in his chest. But most of all, he remembered Riley’s desperate face, her arms coated in crimson soothing his face as he slowly slipped into darkness.

“Is she okay?” was the first thing he asked, he didn’t recognize his voice, so rusty and high pitched from lack of use. “where is York?”

Shock was spread through Liam’s face and for a second Drake’s heart stopped.

“She’s fine, no harm was done to her” he was wearing his royal façade, Drake could see, but he could see through Liam’s lies too and that wasn’t the case. “She just wasn’t allowed in the room.”

Drake didn’t expect to be so tired just by one sentence, he tried to raise his hands to touch his chest, but drifted off to sleep before lifting his fingers.

I couldn’t protect you

He woke up several times that week, each one he felt stronger, each one he asked about Riley and a new excuse was given, she was either at her estate or out with Maxwell to clear her head, he felt uncomfortable at Liam’s expression every time he mentioned her, so he decided to talk about other things, the information they got on the attacker, if anyone else was injured. Sometimes he would just talk to Savannah about their time as kids, still, the first thing he asked when he woke was about her.

One night, almost at dawn he heard his sister’s voice in a heated discussion with the king.

“Sooner or later we will have to tell him, the doctors said he will be discharged soon” Savannah sighed.

“I was waiting for him to be better” the tone was odd coming of Liam, his composure gone. “Who can say what will happen to him when…”

“What happened to Riley?” Drake’s voice startled both. His heart rate sped up along with the beeping monitor “You told me she was okay”

That voice saying he couldn’t protect her, what if it was right? What if taking a bullet wasn’t enough?

“Riley left Cordonia” Savannah blurted, wincing at her own words and Drake took a few seconds to digest the information.

“What do you mean ‘she left Cordonia’, where is she?” Drake’s head hurt and that beeping monitor wasn’t helping either.

“Nurse!” Liam shouted through the door, but Drake couldn’t care less about the throbbing pain on his chest.

“I don’t know, Drake” Savannah ran her hand through her hair “She left in the middle of the night, right after you came back from surgery, she took few belongings from de palace and vanished.”

“There must be a mistake, she wouldn’t just leave” he tried to think reasonably, but a voice kept reminding him that he knew it was bound to happen, that she would never settle for a guy like him.

“She left a note…” Savannah started but hesitated.

He wanted to ask about it but a couple of nurses barged into the room, as the clear liquid was pushed into his IV he started to lose consciousness.

I couldn’t protect you

Yes he couldn’t protect himself, when he woke up the next day he prayed that it was just another nightmare, just as the ones he had after his father died, but Savannah’s pitiful look and bloodshot eyes told him otherwise.

“They said if your results come out clear, they can discharge you today” her voice was weak.

Drake just nodded, somehow, he was numb.

He hasn’t said a word on his way to his house, Savannah’s hands trembling on the wheel, trees passing by in a rush of green on the gray sky. As she helped him out of the car and through the stairs of the front porch he could hear her laughter sitting on the railings with the sun on her skin.

Savannah’s sniffs were heard from the kitchen and Drake saw himself up in the middle of his living room without knowing what to do.

“I want the note, Savannah” he tried to keep his voice steady.

His sister stared at him for a moment, searching in his eyes the answer she knew she wouldn’t have, as though his request could wait one more day, week, or year.

“I want it now” his voice was rougher this time.

Her eyes filled with tears as she moved towards his bookshelf opening a small wooden box, retrieving a crumpled paper from it. He took it with shaking hands:

Coming to Cordonia was the biggest mistake of my life, I just can’t do this anymore, I hope we can move on from this quick and painlessly. Time will pass and we will realize it is for the best, please, do not look out for me.

York

He turned his back to Savannah and marched towards the front door, rain was soon soaking his clothes, that feeling of shedding his own skin coming back, as I he couldn’t belong inside that very flesh, he wasn’t the same anymore. The hot tears a contrast to the cold rain drenching his bones as his knees hit the muddy grass, he didn’t know how long he tried to wash the pain in his chest until Savannah’s warm embrace attempted to make his hole again. He would never be whole again.

 Thank god for the open bar on intercontinental flights, if he couldn’t sleep at least he could drink himself to numbness. Almost a year after being discharged from the hospital he decided to leave Cordonia for a while to get his master’s degree in Italy, he needed something to fill his head, to make him feel worthy again. Maybe it was time to go for a doctorate, now.

The pilot announced they would be landing soon, weather was not good, maybe to match his mood. Drake finally took his phone from his pocket, he had felt messages coming, but wasn’t in the mood to either see or reply them. The first was from Liam, saying they need to talk, but the other would maybe require a talk too.

Things were about to burn, and he was soaked in gasoline.

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Part One

Summary:  Drake left Cordonia to build a life for himself away from the court.  He never thought he’d fall in love.  When he is needed back home, he never thought that he would see the girl who stole his heart again.  He never knew what he left behind.  But just because he’s found her again, doesn’t mean that she waited around for him.

Rating:  NSFWish

Face Claims: MC: Charli/Charlotte (Nina Dobrev) / Drake Walker (Daniel di Tomasso)

Six Years Ago…

“What do you mean there’s been an assassination attempt?” Drake Walker whispered into his phone looking around making sure no one was paying attention to his conversation.  His friends’ laughter filled the atmosphere behind him as he walked away to a secluded part of the field.

“There was an attempt about a month ago…no one wanted to worry you,” the voice on the other line stated

“Is my sister ok?”

“Savanna is fine. … Liam isn’t doing so well, though.”

“Was he hurt?  You should have called me sooner!” Drake was suddenly washed over with fear that something had happened to his best friend…his brother.

“Relax, physically he’s ok.  He’s just not himself.  He could really use a friend right now.  I’m really worried about him.

“I mean does he want to come visit me here? Because that’s fi—"

“You know he can’t.  Not right now.”

“Are you asking me to come home?”

“I think that it would mean a lot to him…it would mean a lot to all of us. We miss you, man.”

“I miss you guys too, but I’m in the middle of my senior year at the university…I’ve built a life here.”

“But home is in Cordonia.  Your family needs you.”

Family.  Drake thought.  I have family here, too.  But Liam has always been there for me.  What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t go back?  But can I really just leave her?  Drake looked over to his group of friends and saw the petite girl that stole his heart two years ago.  His Charli, his heart.  

“Drake?”

“Yea, I’m here….I’ll see you soon.”

“Let me know when you’re ready, buddy.  See you soon.”

Drake walked back over to the bonfire.  This had become somewhat of a Saturday night tradition with his friends. Charli had her guitar, strumming and singing, like she always did.  He couldn’t help smiling just looking at her.  She stole his heart and matched him with such snark that only she could get away with.  He didn’t want to tell her about this…he hid the dark side of his life in Cordonia from her for so long.  But he had to do this.  

“Drake, baby, come here!” Charli danced her way over to him.  He laughed as she threw her arms around his neck.

“What’s up, Collins?”  

Charli looked at Drake with such admiration as he called her his nickname he had given her when they first met.  He could tell that she could sense something was off with him.

“What’s wrong, Walker?  Why are you so much sulkier after that phone call?”  She looked at him and he felt like she could see right through him.

“We’ll talk later, baby.”

“I don’t want to talk later.  We’ll talk later means that it’s bad.  Bad means the opposite of good.”  Charli narrowed her eyes at Drake and stood her ground.  “We talk now.”  Drake laughed.  He couldn’t help it.  Her southern accent came out all too much when she got angry.  

“Okay, let’s head to my apartment.”

Drake and Charli said their goodbye’s and went back to Drake’s apartment, travelling in silence the whole way.  Drake looked around at his surroundings as they walked.  Man was he going to miss this place.  He was going to miss her.

Walking into the apartment, Drake swiftly took Charli into his arms and kissed her deeply.  He brought his hands around her small waist and was waiting to be granted access to her mouth when he suddenly felt himself being shoved off her.  

“No way in hell, Walker.  Later is now. Start talking.”  She crossed her arms and he could see that her lip was starting to quiver.  

Drake took a deep breath and sat down on his couch.  “I received a call from home today.”

“Like Europe home?” Charli asked sitting beside of him, nerves already setting in.

“Yeah…you know how I told you that my best friend  his family were big deal politicians?”  Drake looked at Charli unable to hide the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Yeah…”  Charli was unsure where this was heading.

“Turns out, there was an assassination attempt on him and his family.”

Charli gasped, suddenly feeling very selfish for all the feelings that she was having over this talk.  “Oh my god, Drake…are they ok?”

“Yeah, yeah…they’re ok…but I guess it’s taking a toll on my friend mentally, and everyone else back home.”  Drake took a deep breath before looking at Charli.  “They want me to come back home.”  

Charli was silent as they words rang through her head.  They want me to come back home. “Oh.”  It was all she could muster out.  Inside she was screaming…it was their senior year…they had plans…so much they had talked about…and now, it seemed like a faraway dream.  “What did you tell them?”  Charli felt as though she already knew the answer.

“I didn’t really say anything.  I wasn’t sure what to say, Charli.  I have a life here with you.  I’m going to graduate next semester.  I’ve built a life away from home for myself like I’ve always wanted to do. But now…I just don’t know.”  Drake felt defeated.  Did he hurt his best friend who was always there for him, or did he hurt his girlfriend who he couldn’t see himself living without?

“What do you want to do?”  Charli couldn’t look at Drake. She stared at her hands as they fiddled mindlessly.  If she looked at Drake, she knew the dam would break.  She couldn’t do it.  This was her epic love.  She knew it, she felt it.

“Charli, I don’t want to leave you…. Baby, please look at me.”  Drake pleaded with Charli, taking her hands into his own.  She slowly looked at him, tears begging for release from her eyes.  Drake could feel his own eyes burning with tears that were threatening to fall.  “Charli, I love you more than anything in this world…but Liam, he’s my best friend, my brother.  After everything he and his family have done for me and my family…I can’t abandon him.”

Charli felt as though a ton of bricks had fallen on her chest.  She couldn’t breathe.  Drake was leaving her.  Ask me to come with you, she thought to herself.  

“Say something, Collins.  Anything.”

The tears rolled like a river rolling by a bank.  She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think, she could barely breathe. “I’m not sure what to say. … I won’t ask you to abandon your family, you know me better than that.”

“Charli, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.  Please, don’t forget that.”  He was leaving her.

“Will you keep in touch?”

Drake hesitated.  Could he continue to hear her voice, knowing about her life, without wanting to jump on a plane and come running back to her?  “Yeah, Collins.  You know I can’t stay away from you.”  He smiled trying to make light of the situation that they had found their selves in.

Their hearts were breaking.  Both internally questioned Drake’s last statement.  “When will you leave?”  

“Two days.”  

Two days?  TWO DAYS?!  Why so soon? How could he just up and leave her? “Well, we should make the most of these two days then.”  Charli tried to smile, but she knew it looked forced.  He’s not going to ask me to come with him.

Drake slowly cupped her cheek, wiping away stray tears that were still falling beyond her control.  “Yes. We should.”  Drake leaned in to kiss Charli.  The kisses were slow but desperate.  Each determined to make the other feel their love.  Determined to leave their impression on the other.  Drake picked Charli up with ease and carried her to the bedroom.  Clothes were quickly torn away and tossed to the side.  Drake kissed his way down Charli’s neck, to her collar bone, then her breasts.  

“Charli.”  He whispered as he moved his way back up and sucked just below her ear. Drake lowered himself onto Charli and smiled to himself as he heard her gasp.  There was no need for foreplay tonight.  Tonight, he had to show her what she meant to him. He had to make her understand that this wasn’t what he wanted but what he had to do.  Tonight, he made love to her.  Slow, sensual, and filling love.  

“Drake,” Charli moaned.  “Oh my god!” 

Drake began to move faster as he felt his release building up.  He could feel Charli was close and so was he. “Charli, baby, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Drake,” Charli couldn’t hold back anymore, “YES! GOD!” Charli exclaimed as she felt Drake fill her up.

“I love you so much, Collins.  I always will.”  Drake looked at her with such sincerity, it broke her even more.

“I love you, Drake Walker…forever.”  She felt the tears welling up again as she laid her head on Drake’s chest and fell asleep.

One Month Later…

It had been a month since Drake left.  A month since she last seen the man who stole her heart and taken it with him back to some nowhere country in Europe.  Charli laid on her couch in one of Drake’s T-Shirts that she had taken from him long ago.  

“Char, you ok?”  Her best friend, Lexi, asked walking in the door of their shared apartment.  

“Huh, oh yea, I’m just not feeling so great today.” Charli answered. She had been feeling queasy for the past few days.  “It was probably the take-out we had the other night.”

“Or you’re pregnant.” Lexi was blunt to a fault and her statement floored Charli.  

“What did you say?”

“Come on Char.  Think about it.  You have been puking for like the past three mornings.  Certain smells send you straight to the bathroom.”  Lexi pulled a box of pregnancy tests out of her purse and tossed them on the coffee table.  “Moment of truth, my friend.”

Charli stared at her friend in disbelief.  The only person she had been with in the past two years was Drake. She was on birth control, there was no way she was pregnant.  

“No.” Charli shook her head.  “It’s just a stomach bug…no big deal.”

“A minute ago, it was the take-out.  Take-out that we have eaten at for the past 4 years.  Just take it so I’ll feel better.”

Lexi had been Charli’s best friend since they shared a dorm their freshman year at the University.  She was never afraid to call Charli out on her shit, and she certainly wasn’t afraid now.

“Fine,” Charli jerked the box out of her hands.  “How does this thing work.”

“You just pee on the stick.  Instructions are in the box.” Lexi stated nonchalantly as Charli gave her friend a questioning look.  “What, Caleb and I had a scare once or twice…clearly false alarm.”

Charli rolled her eyes as she walked to the bathroom, hearing Lexi right behind her.  “Lex, you are not watching me pee.”  

“Fine, god your hormones are already out of whack.”

Charli nervously took the test out the box, read the instructions, and “peed on the stick” as Lex had put it.  And she waited…for the longest three minutes of her life.  Charli glanced over at the stick and noticed that there were two lines on the test.  She quickly looked at the box to see what the two lines indicated, even though she already knew.  Two lines…positive.  Nope, it’s a mistake, it must me.

“Char?”

Charli opened the door and allowed her friend to walk in.  Charli handed the test to Lexi and sat on the side of the tub.

“Holy shit.” Lexi stated.

“I have to call Drake.”  Charli hadn’t spoke to him in over three weeks.  Their last conversation was tense, and it broke her heart knowing he willingly left her behind.  “He needs to know.”

 Charli tried to call Drake to find that his phone had been disconnected. She checked her social media accounts and found that all of his accounts had been deleted.  Charli began to panic.  She was pregnant.  She had no idea how to get in touch with Drake or where he even was.  He was so secretive about his life in Europe and always told her it didn’t matter.  She was pregnant…and he had made it so she couldn’t contact him again.  He didn’t want her to contact him.  He doesn’t want me anymore.

Pairing: Drake x Ilena 

Word Count: 1880

Rating: NSFW

Note: If you’re the sort of person who thinks girls calling men Daddy is gross, just don’t read it. I can’t be bothered to read the inevitable anon hate it causes. Sorry it kinda sucks, I started writing on my commute and had to stop halfway when I got to work, and I lost my flow. 

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The event had been black tie. Drake had complained at first about having to wear a sharp black suit, with a crisp white shirt and tie rather than his usual navy and emerald fare, but the moment Ilena stepped out in her dress he surrendered himself to the dress code, desperate to be worthy enough to stand beside her.

Her dress was black satin; knee length and tight with a slit up to her mid thigh that opened as she crossed her legs, giving Drake a glimpse of the lace trim at the top of her stockings. The top half had elbow length sleeves, a zip up back and was cut in a way that framed her cleavage perfectly.

There was a string of pearls around her neck, and her hair was tied in a loose updo. Her eyes were lined with sharp black wings and her lips coated in a dark red shade, making them look even more alluring than usual. Drake thought she looked like a 1950s film star, but prettier.

He also thought that the end of the night couldn’t come fast enough so he could take her home and undress her.

Welcome to Riley’s new life. Spending the night before her wedding with her fiance, before she heads upstairs and uncovers her little black book. What better way to spend the night before your wedding, then to relieve some of your best sexual encounters?

C’s Notes: I decided to hit pause on Entanglement to get started on this series you’re welcome. Anyways, it goes without saying this whole series will be NSFW. This chapter is mainly hetero, as will the next before we get into other things. Some characters will get more than one chapter and some will only have one encounter with Riley. Just an fyi lol this series will also have shorter in length chapters.

Warnings - NSFW Content (Let me know if you’d like to be tagged/untagged!)

Word Count: 795

Chapters Masterlist - Masterlist

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“Before you go…” Mr. Robinson grins “Would you be a dear and bend over”

Riley pauses in front of the door, a grin playing on her lips as she slowly turns back around to face him.

“Would you prefer me over the desk or the armchair?” Riley asks

Book: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (for language)

Word count: 1970

Notes: Hi everyone! I’m back with this fluffy (but kinda sad) piece based on the prompt by @drakewalkerrosenberg, I hope it lives up to your expectations! Feedback will be really appreciated.

This story is also my take on what happened at Applewood, and was briefly mentioned in Delicate.

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