Book: The Royal Heir Book 1 (with several divergences)
Pairing: None. Mostly a mother-son series between Eleanor and young Liam. Features some characters from the Eleanor-Constantine generation of Cordonian nobility.
Synopsis: Ever since she became Queen, Eleanor has found herself missing the comfort and excitement of her own cooking. She may love the fare that the very talented palace chefs regularly conjure, but nothing beats the joy of kneading with her own hands, or watching the simplest ingredients transform into the most decadent delights known to humankind.
Her younger son, Prince Liam, joins in these culinary adventures and learns something new about his mother each time.
Join Liam as he watches his mother, and her friends, experience the foods that remind them the most of their homes, and enjoys the delights of good food and great friendships.
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“Well, this feels familiar,” you muttered to yourself as you climbed out of your car, making your way down the street towards Benedict’s house. “Well… This feels familiar,” you said again, changing your tone, trying to find the funniest way to say it.
You stopped outside the house, taking a deep breath before walking up the path. “Well, doesn’t this seem familiar,” you whispered as you knocked on the door.
It opened and you immediately felt the warm air of the house drift towards you, soothing your cold cheeks and wrapping around you like a welcoming embrace. You looked up to see him standing there, smiling politely and gesturing for you to come in.
This was actually real.
“Well, this feels awfully familiar,” he said as he closed the door behind you.
You stared up at him before breaking into a laugh. “I was just about to say that to you.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, I was practicing it the whole way here.”
He chuckled, reaching his hand out to take your coat. “Well I apologise for stealing your thunder.”
You slid it off and handed it to him. “That’s okay. It sounded better when you said it anyway.”
I’m severely lacking in story ideas! HELP!!! Send me your requests, your ideas, your scene-that-you-want-written, storylines you’d like, prompts….ANYTHING! I need the creative outlet but all my brain has flowing right now is plothole-less smut!
What won’t I write, you ask?
Well, I write Supernatural fics pretty specifically.
I won’t write for the actors, just the characters.
I won’t incorporate or write for shows that I’m unfamiliar with. I couldn’t do them justice and my brain won’t let me do that.
Although I may be willing to do it if it fits the story, I typically won’t write pregnancy storylines, with or without a baby being born. I’m infertile and going through IVF with my husband. Some things are just to raw for me to put into print just yet.
Other than that, go for it! Send me everything! Show me what you got and I’ll get it written. PRETTY PLEASE!
A/N- Hope you guys liked this chapter!! Let me know what you thought :)
Warning- Long chapter, smoking, swearing and talks of panic attacks, death, and blood .
Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!reader, Billy Hargrove x Hopper!reader (you’ll see)
Episodes - 2x03, slight of 2x04
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“Here?” Billy slowly asks as he leans towards the passenger window to take a better look at the dark, eerie forest line you stopped in front of.
You look out the window and nod with reluctance over the fact that you had to go home.
“Yeah,” you agree, “here.” You grab the door handle and before you pull it to open the door, you turn your head to look at Billy with a faint smile. “Thank you for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?”
Billy smirks and agrees. “I’ll be here.” He leans in expecting some goodnight kiss, but you only tease him by leaning and whispering to his lips.
“Goodnight.”
Rather than getting upset, Billy shares a half grin while you lean back and open the door to then climb out of the car. You proceed to watch him leave before you head home.
