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Three Weeks in Ramsford Part Two: Hot Yoga

Disclaimer: Characters represented here as well as the original story are owned by pixelberry.

This content has been written by Angela Harrison based on those characters/stories

For legal purposes, here is the official statement from Pixleberry about the production and sharing of fan fiction and fan art based on their original works: Our studio continues to respect and support fan works, such as fanart, fanfiction, and creative interpretations of our game characters and stories — as long as they’re created for fun and not used for commercial purposes. In fact, you’d be surprised by how much fanart makes its way to Team Pixelberry!May 16, 2018

Fandom: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rhys, Riley Campbell

Two days later Drake found himself standing outside a yoga studio with Penelope and Kiara waiting on Maxwell.

“Where’s your yoga mat?” Kiara was asking him.


“Yoga mat, you use it for, you know, yoga.”

“Oh…I…uh…wasn’t aware….”

“It’s ok, you should be able to buy one here.”


He was seriously not looking forward to this. Why couldn’t Maxwell have recommend a movie, or a sushi restaurant? What in the name of holy hell was hot yoga anyway? Wasn’t regular yoga boring enough? He would be regretting it entirely, except that it was his only chance of finding out anything about Riley.

“Hey guys, you made it!” Maxwell threw his arms around each of them in turn.

“Do we have to- ah, ok.” Drake half halfheartedly patted him on the back in return.

“I’m so excited you’re here!”

“You know, we could go get ice cream or something, instead.”

“Cold feet huh buddy?”

“No, I mean, maybe yeah.”

“Come on, you’ll love it!”

He did not love it.

“Why is like a hundred degrees in here?”

“It’s hot yoga, silly!” Penelope giggled.

“Yeah, ok, that makes sense I guess….but why does it smell like that in here?”

“Body odor, people sweat a lot and it’s really humid in here, you get use to it.” Maxwell shrugged.


“Shhh,” Maxwell shook his head, “You have to be quiet now, the instructors here.”

An hour later Drake had a new found respect for practitioners of yoga.

“That was a workout!”


“I can’t believe you tried it!” Maxwell was practically crowing.

“I certainly enjoyed the view…I mean, the class!” Kiara blushed furiously.

“Maybe I’ll see you guys next week, if you decide to come back.” Maxwell lifted a hand to wave good bye.

“Wait!”Drake needed to get Maxwell alone so he could ask about Riley, “Why don’t you and I grab some lunch?”


“Yeah, we don’t spend enough time together.”

“I don’t know….I have a lot to do, Bertrand has me training Ri-”

“Oh come on!” Drake clapped him on the back, “it’s just one lunch, you have to eat and we haven’t seen each other in almost a week!”

Maxwell regarded seriously him for a moment. Just went Drake thought it was over, Maxwell broke out into a big smile, “Ok, yeah, sure, I have time for a quick lunch with my best buddy!”

Turning to the girls Maxwell asked, “Where do you want to eat?”

No, no, no, no, no! Drake looked at them in horror, “That would be great but, Penelope, didn’t I hear you say something about needed to check on something about your poodles?”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, yes! I have an appointment with an interior designer because Merlin needs a new bed and the one I want won’t match the current scheme in their room, so it needs a complete revamp!”

“Sure, that makes sense.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be late!” she grabbed Kiara by the arm and drug her away.

Kiara gazed longingly back as Penelope drug her away, “But-”

Drake relaxed and turned to Maxwell, “Come on, there’s a cafe down the street.”

Maxwell eyes him suspiciously.


“It’s almost like you were trying to get rid of them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, just didn’t want Pen to miss out on…dog….decorating…stuff….”

“Uh huh.”

“Just come on!”

They got settled at the table and put in their order. Drake looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then leaned across the table and lowered his voice, “How’s is she?”

“Huh? Who?”

“Campbell! Who do you think?” He hissed back.

Maxwell blinked at him a few times then a smile of understanding spread across his face, “Oh! You’re here for Liam!”

It was Drakes turn to blink. He had rare moment of being stunned into silence.

“Uh…yeah, Liam, right. I’m here for Liam.”

“Wow, you were really good! I didn’t suspect a thing!” He laughed, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, “Wait a minute….you didn’t care about hot yoga at all, did you?”

Drake sighed in exasperation, “Of course not! But I had to get you alone without seeming like I wanted to get you alone!”

“Oh yeah, smart!”


“So what?”

“So how is she??”

“Oh yeah. She’s fine.”

“Fine? That’s it?”

“I mean, she was devastated of course. Bertrand and I had to talk her into staying, she was about to get on that plane to New York.”

“I’ll bet, what choice did they give her?”

“None, there were guards there to make sure she got on the plane and everything. Bertrand had to yell at them.”

Drake smiled in spite of himself, “Bet that was fun to watch.”

“It was.”

“So she’s with you now? She’s safe?”

“Yes, she’s at our estate, in her room. Bertrand is making her learn everything there is to know about courtly life.”

“Of course he is.” Drake closed his eyes for a moment picturing her practicing dance steps, learning which fork is for what. He smiled at the thought of her doing something so mundane. For the first time in five days he felt the vise around his heart loosing a little. She was safe, she was with Bertrand and Maxwell, she was ok. Everything was going to be ok.

When he opened his eyes Maxwell was watching him. He sat up straight and replaced the smile with his signature scowl, “So what’s the plan?”

“The plan is to lay low for awhile, teach her how to survive, no, thrive at court, then return for the engagement tour.”

“She’s going on the engagement tour? Doesn’t that seem a little….cruel?” Jesus, what were they thinking? Making her follow Liam and Madeline around as Madeline flaunts their engagement.

“In order to clear her name, she has to be at court. Right now that means the engagement tour.”

Drake sighed, Maxwell was right, of course, but it still seemed cruel to him. Then again, cruel was what court was all about.

The waiter brought their food and Maxwell chatted about yoga and squids and other things that Drake wasn’t really listening to.

As they walked out of the restaurant Drake turned to Maxwell, “Could you please just tell her that we all miss her and are thinking about her?”

Maxwell clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Of course.”

Drake fidgeted nervously, “Could you give her this?” He thrust an envelope surreptitiously into Maxwell’s hands.

Maxwell glanced down at the envelope before stuffing it into his pocket, “You sure that’s safe?”

“As long as no one else sees it. Have her burn it after she reads it if you want.” Drake was shaking his head, “Oh and Maxwell, meet me back here tomorrow, at the movie theater down the street. And could you tell her……..” he trailed off, unable to meet Maxwell’s eyes. “Never mind. Just give her the letter, thanks.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and forced himself to walk away, in the opposite direction of the Beaumont estate, when all he really wanted to do was run straight to her.  

Choices Fan Fiction: Ride or Die: Not Him

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Disclaimer: Characters represented here as well as the original story are owned by pixelberry.

This content has been written by Angela Harrison based on those characters/stories

For legal purposes, here is the official statement from Pixleberry about the production and sharing of fan fiction and fan art based on their original works: Our studio continues to respect and support fan works, such as fanart, fanfiction, and creative interpretations of our game characters and stories — as long as they’re created for fun and not used for commercial purposes. In fact, you’d be surprised by how much fanart makes its way to Team Pixelberry!May 16, 2018

Fandom: Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Characters: Logan, Ellie Wheeler

Rating: M, NSFW

It’s past midnight and she’s lost count of how much tequila she’s had. The music is pounding in her ears, sweat slick on her body from dancing. She knows she should be studying but it’s one of those nights.

A night where she can’t concentrate, where nothing she does drives out his memory and she’s so tired of crying. She tried to focus on her studies, but the words kept blurring on the page, her mind kept straying to thoughts of him. Finally she slammed her book shut and went to her closet.

Anger and pain coursing through her as she pulled one outfit after another from it’s hanger. A pile of discarded clothes scattered the room by the time she was done. Finally she had on the tightest, shortest skirt she could find, complete with skimpy crop top and body chain.

The bouncer at the door nods at her in greeting. Pathetic, she thinks to herself, they know me here. How many nights had her pain driven here? She has lost count. She just knows she needs to lose herself for awhile and this is as close as she ever comes to forgetting.

Head buzzing with tequila, music flooding her senses, she dances. She doesn’t care who sees, she doesn’t care about anything, her body twisting and shaking to the rhythm. She’s alone on the dance floor until she spots a boy watching her from across the room. She smiles at him encouragingly. He makes his way to her.

“Can I dance with you?” She appraises him for a moment. He’s the right height, same build, same color hair. She nods and he steps up to her, dancing without touching at first. She throws her arms around his shoulders and sways her hips, his arms go around her waist. Gaining confidence, he pulls her closer. She closes her eyes and pretends, letting the music and sensation of his hands on the small of her back sweep her away.

He grips her tight against his body, their bodies swaying together. She touches the thin fabric of his shirt as she runs her hands up his chest, across his shoulders, down his back. She leans her head on his shoulder as his hands slip under her shirt, smooth fingers gliding gently across the small of her back. Smooth, not rough, not calloused. She inhales deeply then goes stiff in his arms.

“What’s wrong?”


What can she even say? That he smells wrong? That his fingers aren’t rough enough? That he’s not…..him?

“I’m sorry, I have to go!”

She runs out into the night, and makes it to her in car as the tears start to fall, cascading in hot rivulets down her face. She slumps in the seat and lets the emotion over take her. She cries until her chests hurts and her throat is raw. Will this aching grief ever subside?

“Damn it!” She screams out loud as she punches the steering wheel, “Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Back in her dorm, empty and hollow she whispers his name as she finally slips off the sleep.


On Writing Fan Fiction

I use to look down on writing fan fiction, though I had never read any of it. I don’t know why. I guess I had some idea that it was cheating. Using characters and worlds built by others. Not creative enough maybe. I don’t know, but I didn’t see it as “real” writing. Of course it’s real writing.

I started playing Choices on Android. It’s a game but also books. You pick a story, customize your character and then read basically a graphic novel with the ability to make choices that affect outcomes. A choose your own adventure for grown ups. It was great fun until I found a series of books with an ending that didn’t satisfy me. Then I discovered the fan fiction others had written for it. I devoured it. Some I liked, some I didn’t, that’s the point. It was other peoples imaginings of alternate endings, alternate plots, or a continuation of a series that had ended. I couldn’t get enough it.

Eventually I read it all. Still, no one wrote it quite the way I would have. Finally, I gave it and wrote my own and it was so satisfying to get the outcome I would have rather had. Then I realized that fan fiction is great for exercising my writing muscles! Considering I hadn’t written anything in months, how could I poo poo anything that got me back in front of my keyboard? I really couldn’t. Still, I didn’t publish it. Still I was a little ashamed, somehow, that I had “cheated”.

However, the more I read fan fiction and saw the following it has, saw how many people are grateful for the chance to see their favorite characters again, to see the plot re-invented in a way they like perhaps even better than the original, the more I appreciated it. The more I wrote it, the more I realized that the very fact I am writing with someone else’s world and characters is what makes it such good practice! I don’t have to create all of that, I can just focus on certain things, like more (or different) character development. It made me, for the first time, understand the importance of writing an entire book and then rewriting it, something I use to feel was just so much extra work. I now understand how going back to something that is finished and seeing the holes, the things that could be more thoroughly explored let’s you add so much to the story. It’s a chance to add depth and texture, nuance.

You can add to the story by inserting things, conversations that could have happen off page but without changing the story itself, add characters thoughts about events, get a different characters point of view on something. Or, yes, you can diverge from cannon and say at this point in the story, I’d like to imagine it happened this way instead. Either way, there is still so much creative effort in it.

Writing fan fiction has also pulled me out of my comfort zone. For example, with romantic feelings and sexual tension already established, it has pushed me to write scenes of a steamier nature than I ever have before and doing so has increased my comfort and confidence in writing those types of interactions. It has let me explore writing in first and third person, from several points of view and omnipotent POV. With the world already established and not worrying about keeping POV consistent across my writing, it’s been an opportunity to explore and play with different writing styles.

Most importantly, it reminded me what I had forgotten. That it doesn’t matter what you write, just that you write! Writing on a regular basis, no matter what you are writing, leads to writing more in general. I have already added two new chapters to the book I am currently working on. Once I start writing, the creative juices start to flow and I get ideas for my own projects, my own worlds and characters. For that reason alone, I am thankful that I discovered it. Right now, it’s all on tumblr, but I plan to add a section for it here, now that I no longer see it as cheating.