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Waste Disposal. Awkward Gardens. A Broken Pen. All this and more in this Lambrose fanfiction! (I don't really know where I'm going with this, so if you have any ideas, please tell me. This could just be a bunch of random scenarios or it could be a series, who knows?) DISCLAIMER: This is a fanfiction, the writing is my own, but the characters belong to the wonderful @SirRob

Winning first place in Sir Rob's Storm and Silence fanfiction contest, here is my entry for all of you to enjoy. ~ 0 ~ Five possibilities in one. Which would you choose? ~ A queen and her servant? ~ A general and his captive? ~ A bride and groom? ~ A husband and wife with child? ~ Or just plain, a secretary and his boss? ~ 0 ~ 'Adequate,' Mr Ambrose expressed and...smiled. Smiled! The son of a bachelor actually smiled! Right then and there, I believed it to be the devil's magic. He nodded at Father Karim, signaling him to go on. The priest did and after a moment, I heard Mr Ambrose vomit out his words: 'I do.' ~ 0 ~ No erotica here. Just plain fun and twisted humor. Enjoy! Characters are not mine. All credit goes to @RobThier.

In a nutshell, Lillian Linton is a feminist and Rikkard Ambrose is a stingy tycoon. (The image used for the story cover is not mine.)

The title gives the game away slightly. This story is dedicated to @RobThier, the wonderful creator of Mr Rikkard Ambrose and Miss Lillian Linton. Big up Ifrits everywhere.

Fanfiction of Rob Thier's Storm and Silence parodying Warner Brother's classic cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? After their return from the Americas, Lily, Mr. Ambrose, and Karim travel to a property Mr. Ambrose is thinking of purchasing to investigate mysterious events that have transpired. The caretaker of the property claims that the property is haunted by the ghost of Anne Boleyn, the beheaded queen of Henry the Eighth. Lily, Mr. Ambrose, and Karim investigate his claims and discover an insidious plot that could change history! I do not own the picture on the cover, nor the characters used in the story.

*my entry for the S&S fan fiction contest :D* Lilly and Mr. Ambrose are on a mission somewhere in the snowy forests of Germany. It's the dead of winter, and you'd think with Mr. Ambrose's coldness to go along with the weather, Lilly would be a frozen popsicle by now. But traveling together, just the two of them could prove to be the one thing that melts his ice cold exterior.

A 'Storm and Silence' 10 book series, fanfiction. Various one Shots of Lilly and Rikkard Ambrose. All characters belong to the amazing Rob Thier.

I love Storm and Silence so much, and so I know how agonising it is to wait for Wednesday. I decided to make a fanfiction book for all of you Lambrose lovers, I've just started this book so please give it a try and bear with me. I take requests!

Highest rank: #46 in Fan fiction. When she came in my life, I had realised that I was still young, my own self felt so boring and dull in front of her bright and bubbly spirit. Whatever I found annoying in others, I found myself loving the same in her. She was so different, even from me, yet it felt so perfect. She was like a breath of life and warmth in my life. Something, I realised, I yearned for all those years. Her bravery and stubbornness, her will to do something, attracted me the most. All so suddenly I felt myself falling, falling in love with her. All this time, I denied it, kept pushing her away. I didn't realise that I pushed her so far from me, that she would never come back. It felt like all the life was sucked out of me, all the warmth leaving my body, all the meaning taken away from my life, all the love taken away from my heart. Did I do something wrong? Why did this happen to me? Why was life making me regret all my decisions? The memories came back to me, something I would treasure forever. But I wanted Lillian. She did so much for me, proved herself strong, fought death with me, helped me in all my endeavours, yet, what did she get out of it? What did I give her? Death? I wanted to curl myself in a small ball and hide in a corner, forgetting everything. What would get out of all the money? I could kill that Dalgliesh and happily face the hangman's noose. What did I have to live for anymore? All the money felt worthless now. 'Karim, she... she left me, Karim, she left me...' I whispered, my chest heaving, my forehead still pressed against hers. ************************************** This will be a series of one shots from the amazing, Storm and Silence by Sir Rob Thier. These one shots will describe how Ambrose fights with his inner feelings. How much he has going on in his mind, yet hides it well from public view.(some Lillian povs too) All characters are owned br Sir Rob. Hope you enjoy them!

'You never turn away from a challenge, do you, Sir?' My hand, out of its own accord inched and my eyes just stared her. The tips of my fingers made a light contact with her cheek and my hand stroked the soft, sweet skin there as my eyes searched the depths of her soul. 'Never.' I whispered in a low voice. My eyes didn't leave hers. . Far away from prying eyes of London as the stony head employer Mr Ambrose and his secretary Lilly Linton set on a ship, what happens when Lilly challenges him to get deliriously drunk? Will the alcohol melt the stone cold facade of the ice berg that is Rikkard Ambrose or there would be much more to him than what meets the eye?

Hello everyone. This my fanfiction for Sir Rob's competition and you are here probably because you are a fan of the book series. Thank you for clicking and I hope you enjoy my fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. Bye bye <3

LILLY AND AMBROSE. IFRIT AND CHAUVINIST. THE LAMBROSE YOU KNOW AND LOVE... THEY'RE JUST IN THE WILD WEST. San Francisco, California. 1869. Lilly Linton, staunch suffragette, has just moved from stuffy, cold London, to the heart of adventure (and the Gold Rush): San Francisco, California. There, she finds a friend and kindred spirit in Captain James Carter, only to have her new friend go missing within a week. The last person he spoke to before his disappearance? The business magnate Rikkard Ambrose, famed along the coast for his sprawling business selling cattle hides, iron bars, and just about everything a miner needs to survive while they hack away in the mines and pan for gold in the rivers. Lilly enlists the reluctant help of Rikkard Ambrose to find her friend, but she doesn't intend on slaking any of her thirsts other than one for adventure... Even if he is chiselled, icy, and impossible to melt even in the hottest of California summers. HIATUS

5 Chapters || Completed Based on Storm & Silence by Robert Thier. A/N: Forgive me if you feel like I haven't shown enough justice to Sir Rob's amazing characters.

*A storm of fanfiction* #A silence breaking fanfiction # He says "knowledge is power is time is money" But what happens when his "little ifrit" is wanted by another man. This book is dedicated to our noble Sir Robert Theirs. Haven't written before but I hope u enjoy it😁

PG-13 WARNING. It's awful waiting for Wednesdays to roll around, isn't it ifrits? Well I decided that to quell my anxiety for this book I was going to have to join the bandwagon and write some juicy fan fictions. This will be a collection of moments from the SAS series but a little bit smexier. Enjoy!

'Because I love you, you arrogant son of a bachelor' I huffed. Wait What? Did I just say what I think I just said? No. That's impossible, feminists don't go around telling chauvinistic bastards that they love them. So why was my heart racing? I dared to look up at his hard, stony face, and I was met with undeniable silence. 'Well, say something' I demanded. Silence.

For Rob Thier's fanfiction contest!!! TAKES PLACE AFTER SILENCE IS GOLDEN, BUT BEFORE SILENCE BREAKING! Lilly and her friends have organized another feminist demonstration, but this time they have a surprising financial backer... Could this be a turning point for Lilly and Ambrose?

Hello fellow ifrits! This is a series of one-shots based on the Storm and Silence series by the wonderful Rob Thier. The characters in this story do not belong to me. Happy reading! :)