Spicy Royals

I’m amazed by the excitement of everyone for wanting to reboot the royal romance. So here’s some ideas 💡 but please feel free to list anything you’d like to see and/ or do.

I was thinking we could all blow up TRR on a certain day on Tumblr by everyone writing a story/ character art/ or just Reblogging to get the flow going again.

one of my favorite things was having to wait for the next chapter because the excitement that came with the curiosity. So… Do we want as a group to reread the Royal Romance book 1 and work our way up, kind of like a book club and write stories, create art, or if you only read that’s perfect because reblogging helps and gives fuel for the fun to continue.

A TRR A/U (Liam x Riley)

These characters belong to Pixelberry

Thank you to those who read Chapter 1. If you would like to be tagged in this series, let me know.

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Liam

I tilt my ballcap down slightly, sneering at the neon lights. “You reserved us a private booth, right?”

“Of course,” Neville answers, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

I’m not going to answer that.

“This is going to be great,” Tariq says, rubbing his palms together.

Neville and Tariq are just two more reasons I hate being king. Neither of these men is my friend, though they continue to think otherwise.

I should be living freely, but instead I’m in New York City for a conference, and since Neville and Tariq are part of the royal council, they had to attend. When Neville said he wanted to celebrate his engagement to Kiara with a bachelor party, a strip club was far from what I was thinking. But knowing Neville, I should be anything but surprised.

Neville’s upcoming marriage to Kiara is an alliance to secure wealth and treaties, not a marriage of love. If it were, their marriage wouldn’t last three months. He can’t keep it in his pants for more than six hours. I should know, I found him in a broom closet in my own damn palace with a maid.

Before I agreed to this ridiculousness, I made sure the owner, Brian, signed an NDA. The last thing I need is for word to get out that a king is in a strip club. Not that my heartless wife, Madeline, would care, thanks to our marriage alliance, but still.

As soon as we enter the building, Brian shakes Neville’s hand. “Good evening, sir. I’m Brian, and I assure you that everything is ready. I promised you nothing but the best, and the best you shall have.”

Spare me.

Brian has on a cheap suit, and his cologne smells like ass. His dress shoes are scuffed, and I can see where he drew over the marks with a black marker. He’s wearing a Rolex, but it was probably a gift after someone died.

If the man can’t afford a decent pair of shoes, there’s no way in hell he could afford that watch.

The three of us follow Brian upstairs to the VIP room, where a woman dressed in nothing but a bra and panties stands next to a bar cart. Three chairs sit in front of the stage with a closed red curtain, and I can only imagine what’s about to happen.

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Riley

I’m so nervous my knees are shaking. Tonight is a big deal because my job depends on it. If I can work weekends, I can rent a place. I have a couple of thousand now, but that’s pocket change compared to what I need to move into an apartment. Even the cheapest place would cost me a couple of grand just for the deposit and utilities.

I take a final look in the mirror to make sure everything is perfect. Thanks to the ten lightbulbs on Trixie’s mirror, I can see clearly, including the pesky nose hairs I made sure to pluck.

My uniform tonight consists of nothing more than a strapless, see-through bra and a thong, which I call butt floss. Both pieces are black with diamonds.

“Girls, you’re on in two!” Brian shouts while holding up two fingers.

Before taking the stage in my four-inch stiletto heels, I pull Brian to the side. “Remember our deal?”

“I remember,” he says kindly. “I promise I’ll move you to weekends. However, it’s up to you to stay there. Tonight is very different from the typical men you’re used to.”

What does that mean?

“If you want to remain a weekender, you’ll have to prove yourself. If you start costing me money, it’s back to weekdays. Got it?”

“Got it,” I answer nervously.

I walk onto the stage with Candy and Muffy, heading toward the third pole that belonged to Trixie. I wrap my leg around it and lean back, tilting my chin upward so my hair falls behind me.

Hello everyone, I am an oldie who was part of this fandom group for years until too much negativity poured into it. I let go for a while and decided to come back, but seeing that the TRR fanbase has quietened down breaks my heart.

Not only was TRR fun, wild, and romantic, but it was so much fun because of the wonderful fanbase that supported it.

I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!

Some of you might roll your eyes or laugh when I say this, but coming onto Tumblr and engaging with you all was my therapy.

So..... I would like to get the ball rolling by starting a Royal Romance Writing Reboot.

Please share this post so we can reach out to everyone! Whether you enjoy reading, writing, artwork, or just like sharing your thoughts, I hope you'll jump on the train.

Riley x Liam (Dark Romance) A/U The Royal Romance

These characters belong to Pixelberry

Triggers Warnings for this story: NSFW, Torture, Language, Kidnapping, and other dark themes.

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Chapter 1

Riley

Another day, another dollar—that's what I keep telling myself. I hate my life and who I have become, but what other choice did I have?

Thanks to my ex-fiancé, Paul, I've been living in my car, washing my clothes at the nearby laundromat, and showering at the community center.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I work at the Sassy Lady strip club. Daddy B, short for Brian, is the owner. He’s a short, bald, heavyset middle-aged man who likes to dress in thousand-dollar suits and wears a Rolex probably worth more than my car. I’ll admit he’s a nice guy, but that doesn’t mean I like him or my job.

Desperate for quick cash, I applied when I saw the Help Wanted sign in the window. I sensed the job would be easy to get thanks to my background in dance. During my audition with Brian, he saw me as a perfect fit: a winning choice for his club to attract more revenue, and I was set to earn a substantial payout.

I’ve been working at the club for just over a week. Ten girls work here, and seniority holds a lot of ground. Trixie and Candy are the top two performers on the weekends. Newbies must climb their way to the top.

Heh, I suppose there’s some truth to those words.

I only work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays until I prove myself on stage. Brian says I’m doing well, and if I continue, he might promote me to weekend shows by the end of next week. That would mean earning much more and, hopefully, staying financially stable.

I check the time on my car radio and see my shift starts in less than thirty minutes. Stepping out, I walk inside the club using the back door that leads to the dressing room. It’s a Thursday night, meaning I wear my sexy schoolgirl outfit.

God, I hate this damn job.

I grab my uniform from the closet, wrinkling my nose. It’s the usual mini plaid skirt paired with a white shirt that reveals my stomach and breasts. White knee-high stockings and black stiletto heels complete the ridiculous ensemble.

I think it’s disgusting how turned on a man can get from this, but it pays the bills.

I slip into my costume and look at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair cascades past my shoulders. The fake eyelashes enhance my dark brown eyes, while the white top highlights my olive skin.

What the hell has happened to me?

I’m just about to step on stage when Brian comes running up. “Star,” he shouts, using my stage name. “Do you have a moment?”

“No, not really. I’m on stage in less than two minutes.”

“I only need thirty seconds,” he says, panic in his voice. “Trixie’s mom passed away this morning, and she had to go to Chicago. She won’t be back for nearly a week. I have a bachelor party coming in tomorrow night, and they paid in advance. Can you cover for her tomorrow night?”

“Of course. Thank you.”

Relief floods his face. “Thank you, Star. And just so you know, they paid for one of the VIP rooms.”

My mouth nearly drops. Nobody ever pays for the VIP rooms because they’re so expensive. This is my chance to prove myself and make some serious cash. “I’ll do it, Brian, but only on one condition.”

He slightly tilts his head. “Which is?”

“If I do this, you have to put me on for weekends. Every weekend.” He thinks for a moment as I hold out my hand. “Do we have a deal?”

He nods and shakes my hand. “Deal.”

As he walks away, I let out a heavy sigh, wondering how in the hell I got to where I am.