#this is how the countess introduces herself... and flirts...

[rom-e-o]

If Bess were to show up in your og timeline, the Scrooges would probably first meet her at Lottie's coming out ball, as they would most definitely be invited.

Okay, YES, I want to talk about Bess being introduced into my historic timeline. I’ve been mulling over ideas, because honestly, I just can’t bear the thought of these two ladies not being soul sisters in any universe.

A coming out ball would be the perfect occasion, especially Lottie’s. It’s a high-society event, and the guest list is prestigious. Scrooge is connected, after all. They receive the invitation, and there is a bit of discussion about why it landed in their laps. “I’ve heard she’s got … a personality, that one.” (I can see Magda rolling her eyes. “I know what that’s jargon for.”)

Now, let me ask … how do you see Bess being involved in the event? I feel like Connie bumps into her by chance, perhaps noticing her on the outskirts of things. Or perhaps Connie even nearly trips in the ballroom, and Bess is the only one kind enough to lean in and actually help (thereby breaking the stuffy ‘traditionalist’ decorum.) Then, Connie hears that American accent, and her face lights up. “Oh, a-are you from the States as well?”

Connie has slowly been learning the London social scene, character by character. She’s familiar with the prestige and infamy of the Dowager Countess of Calloway herself, and the Shaw are certainly discussed. Perhaps she’s crazy, but some even whispered that Marley himself had connections, or … relations. But those were just rumors … right? She had never had a reason to ask her husband if he … knew anything. Perhaps she should.

Lottie is SUPPOSED to be the main event (and poor Scrooge may get stolen by her) but Connie can’t help but be intrigued by this other Yankee in London.

“Oh! (Peers over Bess’ shoulder) It would appear the lady of the hour is flirting with my husband. Oh my. (Laughs). Thankfully, he can hold his own. … Do you enjoy parties? I like them, but when it’s your job to like parties for so long, they lose their luster. Don’t you think?”

And Connie is a chatterbox. If Bess was looking for a place to be alone, I’m afraid that isn’t happening. Unless she shooed her off, of course. Then she’s willingly give the woman space, bow, and follow directions. She’d give her the utmost respect without any ill word or argument. However, if she was in the headspace to welcome conversations at the time … woof. Get ready, Bess.

“I must say, I love your dress. That blue really makes your eyes pop, and your lips too! And your hair is so pretty. I could never get mine that perfectly curled, even if I brushed it and curled it endlessly with my wand. It can be a bit of a nest sometimes, haha. That’s why I wear it down. Ah, sorry. I’m … probably coming on a tad too strong. Am I talking too much? My apologies.”

If Bess’ siblings are in attendance, she’d most definitely love to meet them.

I’m picturing Eb and Bess perhaps sharing a dance too later in the night, which would be very interesting depending who knows what about what. Regardless of any of that, he say her and his wife talking, and wants to get to know her as a result. She must be quite the fine character.

Of course, there are lots of details to discuss, but I love this setting idea as a first meeting!

Then there is getting Wolf into the scene as well. I imagine it’s a similar Ezekiel-style situation, unless that conflicts with the timeline of events and reasons of Bess and Wolf to first meet through Marley? Tbh, I’m okay with ret-conning things in my universe to make it work too, because Bess and Wolf need to keep their pining story beats. They’re too freaking good.

[butscrewmefirst]

     “ business or pleasure ? ” it’s all the countess will say upon seeing the other woman in the hotel’s lobby , a sly yet equally inviting grin finding ruby painted lips .

@photonfists liked for a starter !

[theintrovertbean]

Hello there! I've never done a request in my life so this is a first

Your writing is great and I've decided trust you with a quest most frivolous, quill-master 🫡

Could you do a "Nadia with a female reader who is very - and I mean very - extraverted, bold, outspoken (but not in a dumb way 💀), kind of comedy master who just can't be intimidated even by the gods themselves?" LMAO I think I'm kinda bad at this but you feel what I'm trying to say right? You know like that one player in D&D who has maxed out charisma 🤓

And perhaps, if you feel like it, how that would work out in their bedroom dynamics?

ANYWAYS, thanks for being one of the last people on this app who make outstanding Nadia content AND THANKS FOR THE ATTENTION TOO OKAY BYE

This is kinda long I'm so sorry 💀

Hello Beatriz 👀 If I may call you that.

It always warms my heart when someone trusts me with their first request, so thank you, I hope I did alright 😭❤

This ended up being longer than I expected. Like, idk how? I wrote a sentence and panicked for like two hours because I had no idea what else to write, and then boom, it was there? I guess that means it's a very good ask 😎

I included a bit of spice, btw. Enjoy!

Ohh and I don't mind the long ask. On the contrary 👀

Nadia x Extroverted Fem!Reader

It is no secret that the Countess is quite an introverted woman, so your extroverted nature was a bit foreign to her at first. She felt insecure because what if you think she's not fun enough? Of course, no one would ever think that, but it took a few hugs and kisses to make Nadia feel alright again.

You tend to be bolder when it comes to flirting, which makes Nadia react in the cutest way possible. First, she stares at you for a second, gears turning in her head, but no words come out for a moment, and then she replies with something even bolder. What happens after that? You two keep flirting until one of you dies from blushing too hard.

Late-night talks with you two are to die for. Nadia is normally more reserved, but once you retire to her bedroom and start talking about anything and everything? That's like the best thing ever. And Nadia also loves listening to you talk. She admires you with so much love in her eyes whenever you open your mouth.

And the jokes. Oh my gayness, the jokes! Somehow, you find a way to make Nadia laugh all the time. You find out very early that the Countess snorts.

Imagine a meeting in the palace. The Court being the Court, they bring up an issue that makes no sense, and they have a whole argument about it. Nadia sits there, mentally facepalming herself, when you lean close and whisper something into her ear. The Countess ends up running out of the meeting room because of how hard she is laughing. That happens at least once a week.

You have never had any issues with socializing, so you have a lot of friends (or at least more than Nadia does). Nadia, however, spent most of her life alone, and when you introduced her to your friends, she felt very excited but also nervous. When everyone went home, Nadia almost cried in happiness because of how much fun she had with your friend group.

Every single time someone new shows up at the palace to meet the Countess, you yeet yourself to them because you just can't wait to meet them no matter who they are. By the time the person gets to meet Nadia, you have become besties with them, and they also invite you to the next family gathering to meet their sixty-nine relatives. Needless to say, Nadia is impressed.

Nadia admires that you can get along with anyone. And also that you fear no one, but it scares Nadi a bit sometimes.

She loves that you're not intimidated by her, tho. Most people are, so it's very refreshing for her.

There are a few cases when you are being a little too bold. For example, with a person who vastly outranks you and isn't very interested in a friendly chat. Nadia stands behind you, and puts her hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, my darling, how about you let me handle this one?" And everything about Nadia is just so comforting that you are immediately like, "Yes, my love, anything you want."

You might get in trouble sometimes, but Nadia always saves your ass.

Speaking of your ass. You're getting spanked as punishment whenever you're being too bold. You might be doing it on purpose, and I can't blame you.

You are flirting with each other all the damn time, which leads to either one of these outcomes: 1. You have quickies whenever and wherever you can, even if it means hiding somewhere in public. As long as Nadia doesn't make you moan too loud, it's all good. 2. You tease each other all day, and then as soon as you retire to Nadia's bedroom, your clothes are suddenly gone, and you two have passionate sex until you're both completely exhausted.

Nadia is a dom, and even an extroverted partner can't change that. However, your boldness is appreciated. Whisper something lewd into Nadia's ear, and you're going to find yourself tied to her bed in no time. The way you frustrate her with your words and inappropriate touching drives her wild.

And fuck. The dirty talk. It's unholy, it's hot as fuck, and you're both loving it. You make her even more vocal than she already is.

Nadia honestly finds it adorable if you're a very submissive person despite how bold you tend to be. She teases you about it, and it makes you squirm and whimper whenever she mentions it during sex.

[lesdemonium]

romtober day 21: “the bet”

Rating: T Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 960 Summary: Geralt and Jaskier bet on who can keep up the pretenses of their fake relationship for longer. Somehow, the bet never really ends.

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It started with a hair-brained scheme, something that absolutely should not have worked. And yet, it did.

“Jaskier, no one is going to believe us as a couple,” Geralt said.

It wasn’t even a good idea in the first place. Jaskier did not need to come to the banquet with a partner, but the Countess would be there, and there were rumors she was bringing her new paramour. Jaskier couldn’t bear to be there unattached, so Jaskier had asked Geralt to help him.

“Are you saying you’re not planning on being convincing, my dear witcher? Because if we are found out, it certainly won’t be my doing,” Jaskier replied, a mischievous grin on his face that he knew Geralt was bound to rise to.

“You couldn’t lie convincingly to save your life,” Geralt said back with a snort.

Jaskier feigned affront. “Excuse me. I lie all the time! You’re the one that grows hot under the collar if I even suggest deception.”

“You mean to tell me you could spend an entire night surrounded by pretty lords and ladies and not flirt with anyone?” Geralt sounded skeptical, and Jaskier would have been truly offended, if Geralt wasn’t in some small way absolutely correct.

“Well, darling, luckily I won’t have to. Because my lover will be there with me. Ready to be flirted with relentlessly.”

So they had settled on a wager. It was a silly wager, but so many of their ideas were, and as such this one wasn’t surprising. Whoever broke the charade first lost. Jaskier had forgotten the stakes as soon as they set them, but they never mattered much. At this point, it was about the competition. Jaskier so hated to lose, and Geralt did as well, which was often why their wagers went poorly.

The night was glorious. Everyone, surprisingly, believed them. Jaskier and Geralt did not break character once. Jaskier found it was almost… simple, really. There was an ease and a familiarity there.

“I see you brought your witcher,” the Countess said. Jaskier hadn’t really intended to find himself near her, but it hit a point where avoidance would be rude, and as a public figure, Jaskier could scarcely afford to be rude.

“I did,” Jaskier agreed.

“And he is here as your…”

“Partner, I suppose you could call him. Of a romantic sort.”

The Countess’s smile was genuine now. “Oh, Jaskier, I’m so happy for you. I’m so delighted that things finally worked out between you two!”

Jaskier didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so he simply smiled and made a neutral enough remark back. Luckily, the Countess seemed only bound by the rules of propriety, and she very quickly found herself with another conversational partner.

After the banquet, though, things didn’t stop, exactly. At first, Jaskier was convinced it was out of a mutual desire to win the bet. They were still affectionate with each other in public, calling each other pet names like “dear” and “darling” and the like, even the odd kiss or two. But as time wore on, on Jaskier’s end, the affection grew less perfunctory and more… genuine. He didn’t dare bring it up to Geralt, who also seemed to have taken on a more natural air to his tenderness.

Maybe he should have noticed the first time they kissed without an audience. Under the stars, as Geralt was telling Jaskier stories that would never be fit for a song, but had Jaskier howling with laughter until his stomach hurt. They shared a smile and before Jaskier realized, they were both leaning in. It wasn’t their first kiss, not at all, but it was the first kiss that belonged to them. Long, soft, and sweet. There was no intent other than the expression of love there--and Jaskier could identify it as love, even then--and when they pulled apart, they shared another smile. Then time ticked on, as if nothing had happened. As if everything hadn’t changed.

They never discussed it. The escalations just came as natural as breathing. When Geralt dismounted Roach--he still rarely let Jaskier ride, the oaf--his hand sought out Jaskier’s. When Jaskier finished performing, Geralt had ale ready for him, and Jaskier slumped into his side, their arms wrapped lazily around each other as they talked and teased. They didn’t ask for separate rooms anymore, and neither Jaskier nor Geralt found themselves in another’s bed.

When they finally fell into bed together, it was months later than Jaskier would have expected in usual circumstances. It was amazing, everything he had ever imagined it would be, and yet somehow more. Jaskier had loved and been loved, so many times before, over and over again. The way Geralt loved him, however, was so different from every other lover he’d had. It didn’t need to be put to words; Jaskier could simply feel it in the warmth Geralt left behind when his fingers trailed along Jaskier’s arm, or the soft look Geralt gave Jaskier as Jaskier woke up. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when they quietly carved out a life for themselves. They had winters at Kaer Morhen, where Geralt introduced him as This is… My Jaskier and shrugged helplessly, as if he wasn’t sure what other words to use, but everyone knew his meaning. They had Corvo Bianco, where they found they spent more and more of their time as Ciri grew older and needed less training. They had not one, but two handfasting ceremonies; one for Jaskier’s family, who demanded finery and spectacle, and one for him and Geralt, where it was just the two of them in a field of wildflowers. 

Jaskier wasn’t sure who won the bet, but he was pretty sure it was both of them.

[loftwingsuarus]

Actually introducing my apprentice? Actually describing what her bab looks like? No. I wrote this entirely for the punchline. also because we're now battling for Most Unpronounceable Names. @lazyvoyager

~~~

"Kiran is the best," Arsinoe announced to nobody in particular. The honeysuckle bushes and the stalwart trees and misty forest air listened intently. Lucky just happened to catch her remark.

"Are you saying that because he can bench press you with those biceps?" Lucky said. "Because he literally carries you around like a princess whenever you ask? Because he's the one who gave you an excuse to learn sword fighting? Is it the honeysuckle thing?"

"Yeah, it's probably the honeysuckle thing." She laughed. "No, he got into a fight with the Baron today," she chortled. "I had to pretend I was going to reprimand him, but by god did I want to see Kiran shitmix that fucker." Lucky burst out laughing. Most people wouldn't agree that the most colorful thing about the Countess' daughter was her language, but they didn't know her like Lucky did. She kicked her feet up and down, running Kiran-related thoughts over in her head. "Isn't he amazing?" Lucky rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, so amazing you just have to drag me along on your little dates with him."

"It's not a date unless Kiran wants it to be, first of all." Lucky shot her a questioning look for that one. "Second of all, don't be jealous because I'm not one of your little admirers." Her cheeks always scrunched up in a way that made one gleaming eye narrow when she was teasing Lucky.

"He’s not gonna realize he’s on a date and you know it. Why don't you just kiss him?" Lucky suggested. He almost sounded exasperated.

"Oh, I don't know Lucky," Arsinoe replied, flipping her red braid over her shoulder. "Why don't you just kiss Cruz?" Lucky opened his mouth, and then closed it, and then opened his mouth again, and then gestured emphatically, and then closed his mouth with his hands waving randomly in the air. Arsinoe looked entirely too pleased with herself.

"You're lucky I haven't yet-"

"No, you're Lucky!" Arsinoe stuck her tongue out at him. Lucky groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Anyways, I've kissed plenty of people. It's just that none of them were Kiran." Lucky raised a brow at her.

“You could just kiss my brother,” Lucky repeated.

“Or he could kiss me! I haven’t been flirting with him for nothing.” Lucky gave her the same annoyed look. Arsinoe’s winsome smile was replaced by a wide-eyed expression. “Oh. Oh shit-“

“Yeah-“

“You weren’t kidding-“

“Nope-“

“He really doesn’t know, does he?”

“I cannot believe someone as intelligent as you wasted two weeks flirting with him.” Arsinoe jumped up off her seat fast enough to make her dress billow into Lucky’s face.

“Fuck, I better tell him then!” She took off running back to the hut before Lucky could say “What?” He hesitated for a moment before following after her.

Arsinoe leaped over gnarly tree roots and danced around flower shrubs. She didn’t slow down even when she caught sight of Kiran. He was feeding the chickens with his back turned to her.

“Kiran!” He looked up, confused. “Over here!” Kiran turned around- right when Arsinoe jumped onto him.

“ARI!” Both of them almost fell over upon Kiran catching her, and the chickens scattered away. They went spinning from the momentum. Lucky only caught up to Arsinoe as Kiran was putting her down.

"Kiran!”

"Yes?"

“Kiran.”

“Yes?” Arsinoe took his hands and then tried to calm down her excitement.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you. And if you can answer that, then maybe tell if me I can do it again.” Arsinoe smiled like Kiran was made of sunshine and she was basking in it. “If life was just what the two of us shared, it would be more than complete. You make me feel seen. You make me feel found. If I had any home in any world, it would be with you. When I'm with you, I can just be.” Kiran stood there with a speechless mouth and wide green eyes. “I hope that means something to you- because you mean a lot to me.” She tilted her head forward, her eyes fluttering half closed. “I think there’s people out there who wished someone loved them the way I love you, you know?”

Lucky's jaw dropped open. Was this a thing people did? Did people just march up to others with the confidence of fierce gladiators and make themselves vulnerable?

Arsinoe did.

Kiran suddenly wrapped his arms around her and picked her up in a hug, much to her surprise. Her dress flared in the wind as her spun her around again. The gold filigree ornament holding her braid in place fell out with force. There was Kiran and the wild flame of Arsinoe’s hair swirling around him.

"I love you too!" Arsinoe made a noise when he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You do mean a lot to me. I’ve known you for a long time, but I don’t think I tell you that enough.” Then he sheepishly put her back on the ground when he realized. She was still holding onto him and had to stand on her toes to do so. Arsinoe cupped her hand to his cheek with a fond look in her eyes.

“You do, in your own way,” she said softly. “Even without words, I would know.” Kiran’s face was almost as red as Arsinoe’s hair.

“But I should!” he added with a dorky smile. “You’re one of my closest friends, you know?” He was terribly sweet about it. Now it was Arsinoe who was in shock.

Lucky groaned.

~~~

People who knew and respected Arsinoe tended to allow her her moments of quiet when she so desired it. But, well, if they were Lucky, they might get away with interrupting.

"You good there?" he asked while taking a seat beside her. Why he was doing this for her was beyond him- Lucky didn't know what he was going to say if Arsinoe said 'No'. She sighed. Usually that wasn't a good sign, but then she turned to him with a rosy look on her face and a soft smile.

"Gods help me, I'm in love with an idiot," she replied, still half in a daydream. Arsinoe ran her fingers through long strands of her hair in mindless habit, now that it was freed from its braid. Of course Arsinoe liked that Kiran was an oblivious fool. She liked everything about Kiran.

So she wasn't hurt by what might've seemed like a rejection. Good. Lucky supposed she wouldn't be- Arsinoe took things in stride. Things like Kiran not taking a hint. Well now that Lucky didn't have to worry about her...

"So, uh, you got a crush on Kiran, huh?" he said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Arsinoe jabbed him hard with her elbow.

"Ow!" It was enough to make him laugh in pain, which was a horribly odd reaction. How she managed that while being so short was a mystery.

"Yeah, I love that fool," Arsinoe said.

"I can tell," Lucky strained out, still clutching his side.

"What are you gonna do about it? Tell him?" Lucky was ready with a smart remark, but then the words died on his tongue when the realization dawned on him. He visibly deflated, and she snickered at him.

"No, I guess I can’t."

"You're damn right."

[yesvaldemarharder]

Valerius x Thicc! Reader || Milk Me Daddy

(Originally posted on my Wattpad)

Requested by: @geekyarmorel sorry if this sucked haha ^^’ forgive me later

Includes: Teasing, oral sex (penis and mouth), fingering, exhibition kink maybe, rough oral, cumminilings (I might have spelled that wrong..), creaming, choking, and that’s it I think.

-

There are three things you need to know before you read this. One, she was fucked. Definitely so, all that teasing and flirting has finally caught up to her. Two, she knew she should have stopped but oh the way her loins burned for this man, how wet he made her just by looking at her. Three, Valerius could be a patient man but this had been the last straw. There was definitely no way she was getting away now.

Her face pressed against the smooth walls as he found his spot right behind her. His smaller hips pressed against her own larger ones. His hand gripping both of hers holding it behind her back as she squirmed against him. The ends of her dress shaking against the newly polished floors as the courtiers pressed harder against her.

"Stop moving, I'm not letting go."

He growled lowly into her ear and with a shudder she bit her lip. Finally she had broke him. All the teasing, touches, and words had finally made him snap.

His free hand trailed down her wide hips before he shuffled his hand under her silks pressing his dominant hand to her slick watch her toss her head back with a gasp.

"V-Val~..."

She whimpered as he pressed an open mouth kiss to her now exposed throat feeling as she swallowed. His eyes narrowed and dark rolling his middle finger in circles against her hard clit until she bucked back into him, their hips grinding together and he couldn't help the growl that left his chest.

"Shush it up. I told you not to do it."

-

"Y/n, dear.. don't think of what I'm pretty sure you're already thinking about.."

The male grumbled as his smooth soft lips found the rim of his wine glass once more, taking a long sip before pulling his lips away licking his lips.

She watched him, her eyes scanned to the side as she laid by him. A book in her hands and she couldn't help but bite her lip. Teasing him at the party would be hilarious, whenever she did such a thing in public he'd always end up flustered and so cute. How could she not tease him?

Calmly she looked away reading the lines in her book once more. The party didn't start until a couple hours so she had time to think of a plan.

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about."

She hummed and bright eyes looked at her and she shuddered at how intense they felt on her body.

Valerius cupped her naked thigh making her wiggle a little and he squeezed it tightly towering over her. Their eyes clashed and he frowned.

"You do. I'm serious. Don't. Do. It."

Oh, she was definitely going to do it.

-

Well she had done it definitely, first was them getting there. The sun had been falling getting replaced by its counterpart, the moon as the sat in the carriage. Horse hooves beating the ground as they sat next to each other. The chauffeur calling out to them how it'd only be a little while till they got there.

Valerius held his glass of wine as he always did in one hand, his head resting in the other as he looked out the window to watch the sky darken.

To be honest he hated these parties, taking the time to introduce himself as the consul when he could be at home resting in his bed alongside his lover. He could be kissing her softly and petting her wide hips carefully showing how much he loved her and her squishy body. He sighed lightly before raising the glass to his lips once more closing his lips on the rim and taking a slip.

Suddenly he jerked letting out a choked sound as he pulled the glass away, covering his mouth at the coughing fit that built in his chest. His eyes sharp looking to the girl who perked, her hand test awfully close to his crotch rubbing slowly at his inner thigh. Lucio gave him a confused look which he forced a calm look gripping the girl's hand with his free one before giving her a look.

He didn't need words to tell her to stop. To behave herself while at this party, his look was enough. She stopped of course to tilt her head away, hiding a rather prominent smirk.

The second being while he was speaking to the courtiers, she stood in front of him as he caressed her (h/l) (h/c) hair. They most likely weren't paying attention but they sure acted like it. He stopped from a second when she pushed her hips back against his smaller but firm ones. A startled gasp leaving his lips. They noticed it, Vulgora lifting a neat brow while Valdemar smirked lightly. Volta peering up confused while Vlastomil blushed lightly.

The third time had been while he was chatting with the countess at the drink table refilling his glass for perhaps the 20th time in the last hour. Y/n had approached him a smile on her lips after talking to that ever so worrying doctor who he definitely NEVER got jealous over. She wrapped her arms around him pressing against his back making a warmth blossom.

For a second he smiled, happy she was showing him attention only for a deep blush to cover his features as her hands slipped under his clothes and into his trousers gripping his soft cock. It took nothing but a few strokes to get him fuzzy as he bit his lip lowering his head a heavy blush on his cheeks, hand crushing the glass forming a crack.

Nadia didn't even have the chance to ask if he was fine before Valerius set down the glass with a light slam. He then turned grabbing his lover's wrist gripping it when she jumped.

"Sorry Countess, Nadia. I must leave for a moment with Y/n here. Please excuse us."

He stared down at you. Gaze looming and sharp and she couldn't help the shudder than ran over her whole body, legs rubbing together for a second. Valerius watched the movement closely before whisking her away through the crowd.

-

She started to cry when her third orgasm crashed over her, shaking her body to the core as her cream surrounded his fingers dripping onto the polished floors. She trembled in his lap, tight ropes digging into the flesh of her wrist as her toes curled and thighs twitched over his own. She could hear his low pants and feel his bulge pressing firmly against his pants but he just wouldn't give in.

Her voice was fucked up, broken and breathless as she called out to him.

"V-Valer- AH! Val!~"

She cried out tossing her head back as he harshly curled his fingers smearing her creams as he rubbed the roof of her messy pussy. He watched her humming against her neck as he used his thighs to keep her open. They had found a bedroom, Valerius had shove her inside the second they had gotten away from the crowd. They faced the door way as he sat on the bed milking her pussy like the cute little fuck she was. To be honest he wanted them to get caught, to show how lewd his lovable fluffy wife was when she begged for his cock. Hell, he even shuddered at the thought.

He gave a dark smirk before reaching up her body, soft but strong hands rolling over her soft stomach past her delicious hard nipples to her smooth throat that he planned on marking up soon enough. His digits wrapped around her squeezing her as she let out a choked moan just the way he thought she would. His eyes seemed to glow in the moon lit room like the beast that he secretly was. The beast she didn't know he was.

His fingers slipping from her trembling open pussy, he creams following slipping onto the floor as she went limp against her whimpering as tears soaked her eyes.

Her legs jumping as he slapped her clit then her tired sloppy hole before he twisted her clit watching how her body move on it's own trying to get away but captured by the painful pleasure.

"V-Val ack!~"

She choked as his hand tightened, he peered over her shoulder looking at her tear stained cheeks and blood red cheeks.

"Are you sorry? Do you apologize for what you'd done? Do you want me to forgive you?"

He spoke slowly, voice low as he kissed her earlobe fingers lightly touching over her clit as he looked at her. She nodded shakily choking out a yes and slowly the hand around her neck dropped and she coughed taking in air. He pushed her down on the floor as she turned to face him thighs still shaking as he looked down at her with a demonic gaze. The bulge in his slacks ready to burst out and make a presentation of sorts.

She felt..dread. Now she knew how serious he had been and upon realizing it she pulled out his cock blushing at the hiss he gave as cool air ran over the soaked head.

"Go ahead..suck it Darling."

He encouraged and she opened her mouth before sinking down his head, her eyes teary as she looked up at him watching as he tossed his head back and cursed. One of his hands moving to her hair petting it, running his hand through it as she bobbed her head carefully. That is until his second hand grabbed her head.

"Come on Darling, take all of me yes!"

Valerius called out as he slammed her head down forcing his cock down her throat as she gagged, eyes wide and tears falling, cheeks crimson red and hands grabbing at his thighs.

He had been holding on so long that he couldn't help it. Couldn't help how rough he was being or how he shot his cum down her throat watching as her eyes rolled back and her cheeks puffed up, cum slipping from the corners of her mouth as he held her head shaking thanks to his orgasm, eyes slitted.

"That's it, good girl."

-

Ok guys I know it's short but literally I've been working on this for like the last two weeks in a half. I had to get it out.

I was going to put some penetration in this but I got lazy and I gotta shit so yeah. Not to mention I still have many other requests for different fandoms so I must work on those as well.

Ugh really wish I got paid for this shit but whatever...

Sorry if it jumps all over the place as well. I'm only human.

Hope you guys liked it anyway. I might do a part two idk.

-A

[teamhook]

A Chapter a Day... Savage Heart CS AU

A love story between a pirate and his savior. An innocent, beautiful, selfless woman meets a man with no manners, no formal education and not even a last name. Will Emma fall in love with Killian once she discovers that beneath his tough exterior lies a heart-wild, but a heart of gold? This is a Captain Swan AU

Beta-ed by the awesome @ilovemesomekillianjones

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Chapter 13: The Proposition

Mr. Smee approaches the Booth estate grounds. He hates giving his Captain bad news. Captain Jones is known for having a horrible temper and sadly it is his peril to give him the bad news today. He takes a breath and as he is about to knock on the door he hears his Captain's voice from behind. He quickly turns only to see his Captain walking towards him with Lady Emma Nolan. They are smiling at each other. He notices Killian's smile fade when he notices him.

"Smee, I wasn't expecting you. Is there a problem?" Killian fidgets because he notices the sure sign of nervous energy in his first mate's behavior— Smee is nervously playing with his bright red hat.

"Get on with it, you know how I bore waiting," Killian says.

"Sir?" He pauses to glance at Emma.

"I have nothing to hide from the lovely lady," Killian says.

"Sir, there have been comments made about your relationship with Lady Milah, they are not specifying names, but it is rumored that you had a dalliance with one of the Nolan Countesses." Smee waits for Killian's reaction as he finishes telling them. He glances between the two and he can clearly tell Emma is not happy.

Emma stands there looking at Smee with a look of dread. "Everyone will soon hear about it, rumor or not. That is if they haven't already. Misthaven is a small town," Emma says.

"I suppose we were more reckless than I thought," Killian says. Killian slowly turns his gaze to Emma. He knows this is upsetting her.

"My family will be ruined; we barely survived Uncle James' scandals. My mom can't even leave her room because of her headaches and she is so heartbroken over my father not being at her side." Emma sighs and looks at Killian.

"Smee, is that all they are saying? Is anyone claiming seeing anything?" Killian asks as he raises his eyebrow. "Could it possibly blow over?"

"No way to tell for sure, sir. This is almost as big of news as the marriage between Lady Milah and Mr. Booth. There are some rumors that say the dalliance was with Lady Milah and that it continues even today. Lady Emma has an immaculate image and Lady Milah is seen as the trollop of the two," Mr. Smee answers sincerely as he plays with his red hat.

Killian snorts at the final comment made by his first mate. Bloody hell, they have no idea what that woman truly is.

"I have to think. Please, excuse me," Emma says to Killian. "Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Smee? Is that correct?" Emma asks and while looking at Killian adds with a small smile, "You were not lying when you said that the only part of you that is a gentleman is your clothing. You never properly introduced me to Mr. Smee. Shame on you, Killian," Emma chides him.

Smee is waiting for Killian to react over her small lecture only to be surprised by Killian's brilliant smile.

"Ah, where are my manners? Please forgive my rudeness. Countess Emma Nolan," he slightly mock bows and winks at her, "Mr. William Smee, my first mate."

Emma smiles and says, "Nice to finally meet you, now that Mr. Jones is finally behaving like the gentleman I know he can be. Please, excuse me. Have a nice day."

Killian and Smee watch Emma disappear as she opens and closes the front door. He turns to his first mate and orders, "Smee, find out all you can and report back."

"Emma, is something wrong?" Cora asks.

Emma stops and schools her features. "I was on my way to see my mother," Emma smiles and makes her way to her mother's room. What can she do? If the truth about Milah's prior relationship with Killian comes to light, it will be a disaster to her family.

The rumor doesn't specify which one of the two had the affair. She knows Cora wants to get Killian to leave and maybe she can proposition Killian. He says he wants to be a better man and maybe this way he can help redeem her family's image, especially since he is partly responsible for the mess they are in.

She could tell Cora that she is volunteering to marry Killian to help ease her mind. In all honesty, she is puzzled by Cora's reasoning for wanting Killian to leave the estate. She doesn't want to assume Cora knows of the affair, especially when it could be something as simple as his reputation, or that she just sees him as beneath their class. She knows Cora feels superior to others. Emma needs to be careful. Her mother will be hard to convince and her father will not like the idea, so she will need to move quickly. She will ask Cora to help placate her mother. She knows she will gladly help her since she is a little too eager to get rid of Killian.

First, how will she ask Killian? Yes, he flirts, but what if she is not to his liking. Will he accept, and if he does will he want to have other women to satisfy his needs? She knows that some men have other 'women' on the side to satisfy when the wife fails to meet their needs. The thought bothers her more than it should, but she refuses to give it deeper thought.

Snow is looking out the large window in her room, lost so deep in thought that she fails to hear the gentle knock at her door.

Emma slowly opens the door and peeks inside to see if her mother is still in bed. She has been back a couple of days and has not been able to see her mother yet. She still hasn't told her of the letter Mr. Hopper delivered to her. The good news found in that letter will put a smile on her mother's face.

Snow is in desperate need of a smile. Then again, once Emma tells her she will withdraw from the convent, she knows that will also make her mother happy; at least until she tells her of her plans to marry.

The marriage is what makes Emma nervous. Snow will want to know if she loves Killian, but she needs to stop getting ahead of herself. She will cross that bridge when she comes to it.

First, she needs to talk to Killian and see if he would even agree. The thought of him declining her proposal scares her. Cora insists that he is fond of her. She hopes this will fix everything. If she is honest with herself, she will admit that he has won her over, they have somehow become friends.

Emma loves that Killian doesn't hold back just because she is a woman. He tells her what he thinks, and it doesn't bother him when she says what is on her mind. She was always told by her mother to mind her manners, and she had to learn to keep quiet on certain things because Cora had told her that her husband would not appreciate it. The funny thing is that she has never once thought that Cora would be the kind of woman that keeps her mouth shut, but she doesn't remember August's father and their relationship.

Her mother has always told her that not all men are like her father. Not all men appreciate or recognize that women have their own minds or opinions. Her father would hate for her to marry someone that didn't appreciate her and that includes her beliefs. The thought of her father always makes her smile.

"Mother, may I have a word," Emma says. Her mother slowly turns and returns her daughter's smile and waves her in.

"Mom, I have some good news for you, Father will be returning soon. He had hoped to arrive before my vows. And about my vows, I know you have never approved of that decision. I admit that the reason for my rash decision was due to the rupture of the betrothal. You once said that I could find someone else, and... I think I have. Please, don't get too excited yet. I have some things to sort, and when everything is more concrete I will give you more details." Emma prattles everything so quickly, her mother barely has a chance to react to each piece of news.

"Emma, why didn't you tell me before of your father's return before?"

"I'm sorry, I meant to tell you sooner. You've been locked in your room and feeling so unwell due to your migraines and I didn't want to bother you,"."

"That's okay," her mother smiles. "I'm happy to hear you have found someone. Do I know him?"

"Actually he is a childhood friend of August's, but I will tell you more about him later. I have some matters to attend to. Perhaps you will be able to join us soon, if you're feeling up to it.

"Perhaps," Snow says as she studies her daughter. She hopes perhaps Emma has found someone worthy of her.

Emma needs to talk to Killian. She has searched most of the house and the property, nervously looking for him. She doesn't think he left with Mr. Smee. The only possible place he could be is the one place she hasn't gone, his bedroom. She knows it is highly inappropriate, but she needs to have this conversation with him.

How is she going to ask? There is no precedent for this situation. She arrives at his door and simply stares, afraid to knock. Gathering her courage, she knocks and patiently waits for the door to open.

The door opens and Killian smiles as he leans forward and asks, "Emma, are you sure you want to be seen with me? It's kind of compromising with the rumors and all. We can assume that the assumptions will soon enter the Booth estate, that is if they haven't yet."

"Oh, you are so thoughtful. Now may I come in, or are you going to make me have this conversation with you from the door?"

"Come in, darling. Just don't say I didn't warn you." He allows her passage into his room.

"I think we should get married," Emma blurts out. She closes her eyes; maybe she inherited her father's tact after all. She really doesn't want to look at his reaction but she slowly opens her eyes needing to see his expression.

Killian Jones stands there dumbfounded. What the bloody hell was that? Did she just ask him to marry her? He couldn't help the beat of his heart speeding up. He needed to make sure he didn't hear wrong. "Emma love, did you just ask me to marry you?" Killian asks as he nervously scratches the back of his ear.

Emma stands in the middle of Killian Jones' room realizing she didn't even lead up to it. She just blurted it out. "I did ask. I know that you are still in love with Milah. I just need you to do this for me. Killian, I honestly believe that you are a good man. These rumors going around will destroy my family. My mother specifically will not survive it. She has no idea of Milah's actions. I know my cousin is not the same person I once saw her as. She is selfish and all she cares for is herself. She has betrayed all of us, her family and you. She married another man even though she promised to marry you. I feel like we have become friends. At least I hope we have. Please, help me fix this. You mentioned earlier that you both were reckless, and now it is time to help correct the situation. Killian, I don't care if you have no last name or that you have a less than stellar reputation. I see a good man and one that I wouldn't mind entwining my life with. So will you marry me?" Emma finally takes a breath and waits for his response.

After a long pause in which Killian's mind continues to reel, he finally finds his voice. "If we do this, I want honesty. Are you doing this to protect your family or August?" Killian asks. He will not admit to himself or anyone for that matter how much he hopes it is the former of the two. He has grown fond of Emma and finds himself jealous of her devotion to the ones she loves, more specifically August.

"My family, but you have to realize by extension, August as well. Before you tell me I'm a fool. He is a victim in this mess too," Emma answers honestly.

"This proposal has nothing to do with the offer that Mrs. Booth made me?" he asks.

"No," Emma looks confused about his question and she shakes her head.

"Oh, let me guess, she didn't tell you? She offered me money, to reinstate me with her deceased husband's last name, and a lovely wife to boot," Killian says, waiting for her reaction.

"She mentioned that she made you an offer but didn't specify what it entailed other than money. Why would she reinstate the Booth last name? Oh! You think I'm the wife she offered? No! I'm asking because of what your first mate told us earlier. Where is Mr. Smee by the way?" Emma asks.

"Mr. Smee and I parted ways not long after you left us. He was going to find out more information about the town's gossip. I just wanted to find a way to ease your mind," Killian answers while smiling at her. "The offer Cora made is of no consequence. However, your lovely proposal is quite intriguing

Emma is staring at his beautiful blue eyes, have they always been this shade? "I'm being honest, I want to do this. I know I'm not Milah, I know she is the one you truly want. I just hope you realize that Milah is not coming back to you. She enjoys the lifestyle August gives her. She may come to look for you when she has tired of his bed, but the truth is she will not hold any loyalty to you." Emma feels justified in speaking frankly after all that has transpired.

"Does that bother you, the thought that she may seek me out for pleasure?" Killian asks as he steps close to her and leaves little space between the two.

"Yes, it does, because no one should be used."

"Hmm, is it over him or me?" Killian is not sure if he truly wants to know, but he asks anyhow.

"You want honesty? Both of you. I care for him because he is a good man. I also care for you. Deep inside I know you too are a good man. You two have so much in common and yet you keep seeing him as the enemy. He is blind to Milah's treachery, and you know her well enough to know that she has no loyalty to anyone other than herself. If you accept my proposal we could have a good marriage based on true friendship and honesty. You told me not that long ago that you wanted someone to accept the real you. I accept you, even with your flaws and I will not be ashamed because you only hold your mother's surname. I would be honored to be your wife. I have gotten to know you better and even with your hard edges I know I'm making the right choice." Emma lays everything on the line for Killian. Blatant honesty, and she hopes it is enough.

"What do you expect from our union?" he asks as he points between the two.

"I know what my duties would consist of, I was betrothed before. I would just expect for you to be good to me," she says with a smile that is not at all real. Would he expect a dowry? Her family is doing better financially, but it is not like she is doing this with their knowledge. She could ask Cora, she knows she wants Killian gone and he did mention she offered money. He is a pirate. The thought of him expecting a dowry scares her, why does she feel all this fear? She listens to his words as patiently as she can.

"I can offer you a comfortable life, not in the league of Booth's, but I will endeavor to make you happy. You have to promise me that you will tell me what is on your mind. You will not keep quiet like it is normally expected." Killian says while looking at her with an expression she has never seen on his face before.

She can feel her heart speed up. How is it possible for him to make her feel this way?

"There is no dowry," Emma says and lightly bites on her bottom lip nervously.

"There is no need for one; you are all the treasure I need. When do you want to have the nuptials?" Killian asks.

Emma blushes at his compliment, and her heart hopes he means it, even if her brain tells her to he is a shameless flirt. "I would need at least a week to prepare. I need to inform Mother Superior of my change of mind. I seem to be cutting it short. My probation is almost over. I also have to give my mother the news. We will need to move fast."

"As you wish," Killian says with a bow.

It is settled, they will marry as soon as possible. She knows she cares for Killian, but is it too soon? Her feelings confuse her. The truth of the matter is, she is afraid of how she feels for Killian. She knows his heart belongs to Milah, and to fall in love with him knowing he will never be truly hers would break her.

He feels a pull to Emma that clouds his mind. The reason for his arrival to the Booth estate was Milah. Yet when he is with Emma, Milah does not even cross his mind. He still loves her, or at least he thinks he does, because the alternative scares him. He could not survive falling in love with Emma Nolan for her not to feel the same. He will tell Milah that his decision was only strategic. If she is unhappy with his decision to marry another, well, he knows the feeling.

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The Life and Times of Chancellor Evander Lucian Mackenzie

 ( SAM HEUGHAN, HE/HIM, MALE ) HEAR YE, HEAR YE! Allow me to introduce SIR EVANDER MAKENZIE of SCOTLAND. The 35 year old CHANCELLOR is known to be CHARISMATIC and LAID BACK, but rumors about court claim HE can be LUSTFULL and MANIPULATIVE when crossed. Only time will tell where their interests belong. Penned by CAITLIN ( MST + 23 + SHE/HER ). 

Evander Mackenzie has never been one to play by the rules. He spent a great deal of time at court growing up, as his father felt it would create more advantageous opportunities for him than staying in Seaforth as the second eldest Son. At age 12, Evander was sent to stay at court as a guest of the Royal Family, where he learned much about warfare, but little about responsibility. He took fervently to his training, but spent much of the rest of his time distracted by women. Without his mother’s constant harping about their virtue, Evander was free to pursue whatever conquests he saw fit, and he did, happy to find that girls at court seemed to be much looser than those back home, especially for a boy with power.

 It was also there that he first met Alasdair. The pair became fast friends, stealing off often to get into trouble. Though Evander has always been a lone wolf, caring only about himself, Alasdair became the one person who he swore to protect. They became like brothers, nearly inseparable until, at the age of 19, Evander was forced to marry the daughter of the Laird of Clan McLeod as a condition of the peace brokered between the two clans. Evander did so begrudgingly, and was forced to move from the palace to an estate in Seaforth provided by his parents. However, the marriage was short lived. His wife became pregnant in the early summer, and one night in mid winter, when a particularly vicious storm raged outside, she went into labor far too soon. By morn, the lives of both his child and his wife were in the hands of God, but Evander did not mourn. He had never wanted the woman or the child. He only ever wanted to do as he wished without interference from his father.

Freed from his obligations, Evander went months in a drunken haze, gambling his money away in vices and pleasure, until the King died. When his majesty passed, and his dear friend Alasdair was called back to Scotland from his betrothal in Poland, Evander returned to the palace to support his childhood friend. Though Alasdair’s relationship with his father had been wrought with strife, the series of events still seemed to eat at Evander’s friend, and when he was appointed Naval Leader, Evander accepted his request to be his first mate without hesitation. Out on the open seas, he finally experienced the freedom he so longed for. The women in the ports were even looser than those at court, and there was no expectation of him to behave any kind of way. But as the months went on, and they spent less and less time on land, Evander began to realize how barren and lonely a seafarer’s life could be. And so when he started to recognize less than natural inclinations in his best friend, Evander did not fight them. He teased the truth of desire out of Alasdair as he had with so many women, and found quickly that he liked the aggression and intensity of male flirtation. Over the long months at sea, the two men found each other in new ways. Often times, Evander wondered if his best friend had fallen in love with him. He cared for the other man deeply, to be sure. Alasdair was the only person in the world Evander would give anything up for, and yet he was certain he had never felt love, for his friend or any woman. He simply never became so attached.

Their affair ended suddenly when Alasdair was called back to Scotland and Evander was appointed Navel Leader in his place. For months, Evander traveled the seas alone, surrounded by his men but without any Camaraderie. When the news broke about Alasdair’s illicit affair with his brother’s wife, Evander happened to be on shore leave, enjoying the luxuries of the palace. In truth, the man was proud of his friend’s ability to make a conquest of the Queen, and Evander began to whisper words of dissent in his friend’s ear. Alasdair was a good man, the best man he knew, and he deserved to be King. He deserved to have the woman his brother was too weak to keep, and Evander told him as much. Just before he could push his friend to the boiling point, James had Evander sent away to the seas again. Though it took months to receive the news at sea, it seemed like overnight that Alasdair claimed his brother’s throne. He received the news with pride, goin on to win his next battle with fervor. But still, he longed to return to the luxury of land and shirk the hard work of the sea, and his opportunity came in all too perfect of a package. Evander smirked as he received the scroll closed with Alasdair’s newly minted royal seal, and devoured the news inside. He was to be Chancellor. The idea of such power made Evander’s mouth water, and he could not wait to return to court and taste the sampling of women that would be available to him with his new title. As he steps off the port in Scotland, he is eager to see what new adventures his new King has to offer him. Even though he had encouraged his new King to take Valentina as his own, Evander held a deep mistrust for her. He couldn’t help but believe that if she would betray James, so would she do so unto Alasdair. And as he prepares to take on his new role, he has sworn to look out for his King’s interest against anyone, at any cost.

THE BASICS

Name: Evander Lucian Makenzie

Age: 35

General physical description: Broad shouldered and muscualr with a mop of crimson curls atop his head

Hometown: Seaforth, Scotland

Type of home: Palace

Relationship status: Widowed, Always Looking

Current family: 

Father: Colin Mackenzie 60+ - Earl of Seaforth, Laird of Clan Mackenzie Mother: UTP Mackenzie 60+ - Countess of Seaforth, Lady of Clan MackenzieBrother: UTP Mackenzie 37-43 - Viscount of Seaforth, Heir to Clan MackenzieSister: UTP Mackenzie 28-33 - Lady of Seaforth

Family background (parents, previous marriages, etc.):

Father is the current Earl of Seaforth. Has always held a generally disapproving view of Evander, but has basically let him run free to create his own opportunities.

Older Brother is the Viscount of Seaforth and next in line to be Earl. As the titled brother, he always took on the responsibility of the family, leaving Evader free to do as he pleased.

Malanie McLeod - Wife ( DECEASED ) - Passed away in child birth along with their baby less than a year after their marriage. Evander has dismissed her as an insignificant part of his life.

Friends:

King Alasdair Stuart - Best friend since boyhood, and at one time, lover. Now his closest friend and the only person Evander actually cares about almost as much as himself.

Other close relationships:

N/A

Relationship with men: Evander is testosterone fueled. He loves to be jovial with other men, poking fun, gambling, and drinking. He is likely to antagonize any man that takes themselves too seriously though, as he never cares to take things seriously.

Relationship with women: Evander is a constant flirt. He plays the role of prince charming around every girl he meets, but any young and pretty enough to catch his fancy are more than likely to end up as a notch on his bedpost. He views women as conquests and wives and not much more.

Job: Chancellor to the King of Scotland

Dress style: A flamboyant flare on traditional Scotish dress. Brightly colored kilts and tartans, shirts and pantaloons made of fine velvet and silk.

A BRIEF LOOK

Religion: None

Attitude to religion: Indiffierent

Favorite pastimes: Drinking, Smoking (tobacco, opiods occasionally), Gambling, Flirting, Sex, Brawling

Hobbies: Sword Fighting, Reading Romantic Authors

Favorite foods: Whiskey

PERSONALITY

Strongest positive personality trait: Charismatic, Optimistic

Strongest negative personality trait: Manipulative, Aloof

Sense of humor: Forever Sarcastic

Temper: Flirtatious or Furious, there is no in between. A Pure Hedonist.

Consideration for others: He sees most people for what they can do for him. The only interest he puts above his own is Alasdair’s.

How other people see him/her: The cocky playboy

Opinion of him/herself: God’s Gift to Women, Free to do as he Pleases

Other traits, especially those to be brought out in story: He is extremely defensive of Alasdair and will fight anyone who speaks poorly of him. He is told he needs to marry, but he has zero interest in doing so and will sabotage any successful relationship to avoid marriage. He lives a charmed life, and at some point he will need to face a major reality check.

AN ENDING

Ambitions: Exploit his position of power to indulge in his vices, ensure the security of Alasdair’s reign.

Philosophy of life: Hedonism

Most important thing to know about this character: He only cares about himself and Alasdair. Trying to get him to act invested in anything else is a futile effort.

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Confessions pt 1- Drake x MC (Lana Thomson)

Masterlist

Note: This is based in book 2 I guess. The only reason I’m saying that is because it’s when Drake and MC are pretty close. This will be in three parts (my first multiple part story eekk). This part is full of fluff so enjoy x.

Rating: PG 13+ for the innuendo ;)

Summery: When the train breaks down in Belgium, MC (Lana) invites Drake over to her hotel room to share some much needed time with him.

It was nearing the end of the engagement tour and the third last stop was Belgium. The train had broken down so the palace had booked out a few hotel rooms until further notice. King Liam had to share a room with Countess Madeleine as part of his royal duties as well as knowing that the press could find out. Lana had a room on the top floor as per request of Liam and so did Drake. 

All Lana had heard about was train this and train that. And then going straight to her room. Obviously she would be hungry so she had ordered room service for dinner.

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~Knock knock~ Lana was on her phone but because she had been on it for a while, she had to charge it. She put her phone down on her bed and got up,but didn’t really realise that the charging cord was wrapped around her legs and fell flat on her face. ~Knock knock~ “I’m coming, I’m coming.” She opened the door and let the waiter into her room. A waft of the pizza she had ordered was making her mouth water. “€50 please.” Lana grabbed her purse and payed for the pizza and the bottle of whiskey she had also ordered. “Thank you miss.” Lana gave a smile and closed the door behind the waiter.

She turned on the TV in her room and saw her favourite movie on—Twilight. She had only just realised that she had accidentally ordered a large pizza instead of a medium. 

She shot Drake a quick text—”Hey Drake, I got a large pizza by accident and thought you’d want some.” She was really hungry so she took a bite of a piece. The taste was like a thousand water droplets hitting the floor all at once and bursting with satisfaction. 

She got a reply from Drake a couple of seconds later—”I don’t know Thomson. Are you sure we should be in the same hotel room together for a long time?” Lana blushed a little at the thought of being in the same hotel room as Drake. She was so relieved that he wasn’t there to see her blush at that simple comment. 

She thought out her reply wisely but couldn’t help the part of her that wanted her to flirt. “Drake, I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to anyway ;)” She got an instant reply — “Thomson.” Even though he wasn’t there, she knew he was being stern. “I’m kidding...Well, to a certain extent anyway.”  She felt her cheeks increase in heat. “You’re impossible Thomson. But I will never turn down free pizza. Or any food for that matter.” Lana rolled her eyes at that comment but couldn’t help but think ‘typical Drake’. “Did I mention that there is also a full bottle of whiskey?” In reality Lana was smirking.

Flirting was as far as Drake and Lana had ever gotten—besides kissing each other with deep passion. Lana loved the fact that she could be herself with Drake, and he could be himself with her. It was because of this, she knew just how to surprise him. 

Before, she had snuck out to the nearest bakery and bought cronuts. Chocolate ones. Which were pretty common in New York and she really missed the chocolate sensation in her mouth. 

She checked her phone and it came up with a message from Drake—”I’ll be there in a minute tops :D” Lana shook her head, but wasn’t surprised by Drake’s reply. 

So far she knew Drake’s two weakness. One wasn’t as much as a weakness, but more of a thing he couldn’t really say no to; whiskey. His ultimate weakness, was her. She loved the way her stomach flipped whenever she thought of the phrase he had told her on the train that one night after seeing Savannah; “You are all of my weaknesses.” 

~Knock knock~ Lana knew it was Drake. “It’s open!” Her heart skipped two beats as she saw Drake walk into her room. She couldn’t help but smile at the man that one day decided to walk into her life and close the door without exiting. 

She was snapped out of the trance when Drake started talking. “Thomson. I was promised pizza and whiskey. I’m not here for you to stare at.” Lana blushed and bit her bottom lip. “No. I guess you didn’t come here to be my entertainment tonight.” She sighed and winked at him. “Thomson, I.” Drake hid a smile. At least he tried to. “Where’s the pizza and whiskey?” Lana gave a small laugh.

She opened the box and gave him a plate. “What pizza is it. Not that I care.” Lana shook her head and let out a small giggle that made Drake feel warm. “It’s a basic margarita.” She smiled at him warmly and ave him a glass with whiskey. “Whiskey on ice. My favourite.” He smirked at her and she couldn’t help but blush. 

“You know, I never did say thank you.” Drake looked up from his drink to look at her. “For what?” “For introducing me to whiskey. How could I have never tasted whiskey before. It’s possibly my favourite alcoholic drink now.” Drake nearly chocked on his pizza. “You never had whiskey before you met me?” Drake stared at her wide eyed. Lana gave an embarrassed laugh. “Heh, no.” 

Silence filled the room and Lana began to slowly curse herself for letting that slip. To Drake of all people too. 

Lana gulped. She awkwardly started to get off of the bed, but Drake grabbed her wrist before she could make it of the bed properly. Drake quickly drew her into a kiss, which instantly made the awkward silence fade away.

Breathless, Lana found the courage to speak. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.” She gave a small laugh. “It’s nothing to be sorry about. It kind of just took me by surprise.” Drake gave her a reassuring smile. Lana kissed Drake once again. 

They finished the pizza and had some whiskey left over. “Thomson, I have to say, you have really good taste in pizza.” Drake winked at Lana, which obviously made her blush. “Well thanks Drake. But I do have one more thing.” “Well doesn’t that sound intriguing.”

Lana pulled out the cronuts she had stored in the hotel mini fridge. “Here.” She handed Drake a chocolate cronut and took one out for herself. “The first time we went out as a group we got cronuts. I found a bakery that had chocolate ones. Drake, let me tell you, chocolate cronuts are to DIE for.” Lana’s eyes fluttered to the ceiling whilst Drake laughed at her enthusiasm towards chocolate cronuts.

They both took a bite in unison and Lana closed her eyes at both the taste and the memories that came along with it. “What are you thinking about Thomson?” Lana opened her eyes and looked at Drake dead in the eyes. “I was remembering the things I used to do in New York. I remember this one time I went out with my friend Justin. We had been out shopping nearly the whole day. We got hungry after all that, so we stopped of at the bakery about five minutes away from the shops. That was the first time I ever had a cronut. I loved it so much I got another one—a chocolate one. Justin and I got that one to share but...I ended up eating the whole thing.” Both Drake and Lana bursted out laughing. 

“God Thomson, you really did find something good.” Lana looked at Drake, “I’ve found more than one good thing Drake.” Lana smirked at Drake and she could see a slight blush creeping in on him. “You’re not the only one Thomson.” Lana smiled at Drake.

[frenchieleigh]

Second Best

Rivetra Week Day 05 | Alone 

Duelverse: Levi decides to make an effort to do what is expected of him, only to find he’s already too late.

Social gatherings were never something that interested Levi Ackerman, particularly balls, fêtes, soirees, galas, or whatever other ridiculous name Marie Zakarius tacked onto her extravagant parties. He would have thought, being married to one of the most introverted men Levi’d ever met, that she would have been tamed but no, instead of reducing her hostessing to luncheons and garden teas, Mike bent to her will and allowed her to run rampant, filling their home with everyone she had ever spoken to.

Or so it seemed.

Normally Levi would have ignored the invitations. Had it been anyone else, he wouldn’t have even opened it, but in a society where absence was insult, he too, bent to her will and showed up, if only for an hour or so, to spare himself the headache of her offense.

Tonight was not much different than any of her other events; Mike always made sure to have plenty of tables for cards that the quieter, less social gentlemen like himself could tuck themselves away without appearing rude and it was at these card tables Levi spent most of his time, and made quite a fortune doing so.

There came a time, however, where he had to break from the smoke laden card tables and refresh himself with the sort of air he was supposed to breathe.

With champagne in his hand, swiped from a passing servant, he made his way out onto one of the Zakarius ballroom balconies and stared into the night, the party now a low hum in the background.

There were lovers in the gardens below, he noticed, but so entranced were they with each other they weren’t any bother to him. His mother was inside and as he took a sip from the crystal flute, he thought he ought to dance with her before he left. Maybe twice.

She liked that.

He let out a deep sigh, downing the bubbly and gripped the marble rail, hanging his head and wishing he were better at these sorts of things. It certainly would make life easier.

“I’m sorry, My Lord am I disturbing you?”

With a soft grunt, Levi lifted his head, turning to the voice that had come out of seemingly nowhere. A young woman stood by him, copper hair spun up into a formal weave of braids and curls, dotted with tiny diamonds. Her hands were clasped at her front, honey eyes large and concerned.

“I came out to get some fresh air, but if you would rather I left I can.”

He hadn’t even known she was there.

“It’s not you,” he said gruffly, “lost in my thoughts.”

“Oh, she replied with a soft laugh, “that’s good then. It would be a shame for someone not to enjoy such a lovely feast.”

Levi snorted, “You must be new here then. Wait a week she’ll have another. They’re all the same.”

An interesting look came over this girl’s face then, one that was not the feigned insult of a society lady bred to play men, nor a flirtatious agreement. She looked surprised.

“You don’t care for Lady Zakarius then,” she concluded, taking in his condescending tone.

“I don’t care for her extravagance,” he corrected, leaning against the rail, “she peacocks.”

The corner of her mouth tipped up in a knowing, challenging smile.

“Yet you still attend, My Lord.”

Again, she was not flirting. She was calling him out.

“When Marie expects you to attend,” he snapped, “you attend.”

The girl quirked a brow at his informal speech towards the Countess of Utgard. Through his disdain, they were close, it seemed.

“Well how lucky you are,” she offered, “for Her Ladyship to count you among those she holds dear.”

Levi pursed his lips. Lucky? That was debatable. Still, he supposed to a nobody like this one, being in the inner circle he was was a coveted position.

“What’s your name?” he asked, the frown he so often sported not moving from his face, but not deterring her in the least.

“Petra Ral,” she replied with a curtsey, “my father is Peter Ral, of Ral Silks.”

“And how,” he wondered, “did the daughter of a silk trader manage an invitation to this?”

There was no denying there was money to be made in the trades of luxury goods; silk was particularly profitable, but while money could certainly buy you an estate to rival any nobleman’s home, it could not buy you a pedigree and Levi knew that Marie very rarely dealt with anyone without one.

It was hypocritical of her, he thought, not being of noble blood herself, but maybe that was why she was so obsessed with the world in which lineage was everything.

Petra stepped forward, pistachio gown rustling as she did, and looked over the edge of the balcony, to the giggling couples below.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, “I’d never met her until tonight.”

Ugh. That meant the countess was up to something. Levi hated when she was up to something.

He didn’t say anything, not wanting his own personal bitterness to ruin the fascination this girl so obviously had and she didn’t seem to mind his silence, standing comfortable beside him, taking in the great gardens of the Zakarius estate.

She didn’t initiate further conversation either, sensing he had little use for small talk and he appreciated this. She wasn’t trying to weasel her way into anything and he wondered if she even knew who he was. She addressed him as a lord (though it was a mere courtesy title until his uncle kicked the bucket) but hadn’t used his name.

Or maybe she did know who he was and was simply not deterred by his violent reputation or his curt manner. No, this couldn’t be it. She was remarkably at ease in his presence. If anything she thought him the bored son of some fat man at the card table. Another useless fop.

“Miss Ral!”

Petra turned her attention to the archway where Lady Zakarius herself stood in all her glittering blonde glory, wiggling her fingers in the air and cooing at the very sigh of her.

“I beg your pardon darling,” she addressed Levi, “but I need to borrow Petra for a moment.”

Levi shrugged and the young miss allowed herself to be practically dragged back into the party by her hostess.

“It was lovely to meet you, Lord Ackerman!” she called back to him, “until next time!”

Levi blinked.

She had known.

Wiping his chin with his thumb he pushed off the rail and stood on the fringes of the ballroom, following the two women with his eyes, wondering what in all the levels of Hell—

Oh.

Of course.

He watched as Marie laid a gentle, affectionate hand on what was left of Erwin’s right arm, her smile practiced and demure as she introduced the silk girl to the great Duke. He bowed and took her hand, leading her into the floor. Petra herself smiled with an appreciative sort of radiance, barely seeming to notice the fact that the gentleman only had one arm, and danced with all the grace of any of the other ladies here.

Levi shrugged and made his way back onto the balcony. It didn’t bother him. No one expected anything of him, so it was only natural he wouldn’t have any girls stolen away to be introduced to him. It was better this way anyway. He had no intentions of marrying, despite being solely responsible for continuing the Ackerman line, and didn’t have any interest in simpering maidens desperate for his attention.

Still.

It was always Erwin. He shouldn’t have been jealous, as he didn’t care, but it was always Erwin he was passed up for, every time. They were close, always together it seemed, but in matters of estate and romance, Levi was either patted on the head or avoided entirely, his violent reputation preceding him.

It was because of these musings and this unwanted agitation that he sat on this for two hours, debating with himself until finally he reached a conclusion he’d never reached before.

He wanted to speak with that girl, that Petra, again.

She was at the punch bowl with Erwin, still, and he thought perhaps it might be bad form to reclaim her attention so instead he went searching for his hostess. She knew everyone and everything. She’d help him.

Marie was easy to locate, dancing her heart away in the arms of her closest friend, Nile Dawk while his pregnant wife rested her feet in the salon.

“I need you,” Levi muttered, interrupting the dance and hauling her off to an unused drawing room, ignoring the dissatisfied huff from Nile at his rudeness.

“Need me.” Marie repeated as he latched the door, quirking a brow. Levi never needed her for anything, “what could you possibly need from me?”

Levi stared for a moment, as if she’d somehow guess what it was he wanted (she was stupidly good at that sort of thing), but when it became apparent she had absolutely no idea why he had shut them away he realized he was going to have to be vocal about his desires.

“You know everyone,” he said, his voice flat and bored, as if he shouldn’t have to fucking spell it out for her.

“Everyone of importance yes,” she replied.

“The silk girl,” he continued, “Ral.”

“Petra,” Marie corrected, “her name is Petra.”

He knew that.

“I want—“ he paused. Why did he want this? Because it was time for a change? Because at twenty-seven it was time for him to think about settling into his duty? Or was it simply because this girl was the first female he hadn’t grown up with who hadn’t displayed either fear or desperation in his presence.

“I want you to arrange a meeting with her,” he continued, “a tea or luncheon.”

For a moment, Marie’s face was entirely blank, grey eyes showing no indication she had even heard him, but as she registered what he said, her shoulders dropped and she let out a soft sigh.

“You wish to court her.”

Levi set his jaw and with a stiff nod, confirmed it.

“I—“ her voice barely surpassed a whisper as she fumbled with what to say, “I would like very much for you to. She’s. . .well she doesn’t have any titles but it’s a good match. She’d be good for you.”

He nodded again. “Good.”

She let out another sigh and bit down on her bottom lip, an apology spread across her face.

“But you can’t.”

“What.”

“You. . .can’t,” the countess repeated, “You can’t court Petra.” She lowered her eyes to the carpet below her slippers. “She has to marry Erwin.”

“Erwin.” Levi’s voice was nearly flat, bordering on irritated.

Marie’s bottom lip quivered and he knew she was close to tears. Then again, when wasn’t she?

“It was part of our arrangement,” she confessed.

‘When you fucked him.”

She closed her eyes, pretending he hadn’t said that. “When he gave me what I needed, I swore to help him secure a bride of his choosing. Petra is his choice.”

Levi let out an angry breath through his nose, looking away from her. Why should he suffer because of her selfishness?

“I am sorry,” she told him, “but I don’t regret my actions. I did what I had to in order to secure my husband’s happiness.”

“Somehow I doubt Mike would be very happy to know his boys are Erwin’s,” Levi spat. Marie moved forward to slap him for such a comment but he caught her by the wrist and pushed her back.

“Help Erwin then,” he snapped, unlocking the door and pulling it open, “leave me out of your filthy lies.”

He re-entered the hallway, slamming the door behind him and without sending a footman to retrieve his topcoat and hat, saw himself out. He had thought to make an effort to survive in this society of pigs, to ask help from a woman who always called herself his friend, but the truth was, they were all snakes.

And he was better off alone.