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✵ + olivia and charlie

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? charlie

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? olivia

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? olivia

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? charlie

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping olivia

who insists on making snow angels? charlie at - degrees at 1am when it starts snowing

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? olivia

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? family

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? charlie

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? olivia (charlie is fast asleep bc she is the sleepiest person ever

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? olivia

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? charlie (perv)

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? olivia

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? charlie 100%

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Lyra crossed her arms tighter across her chest, her eyes moving to the man that just spoke. Was he speaking to her? She stared at him for a moment silently, trying to figure it out. He was. Her bottom lip jutted out as she let her eyes roam over him.

‘‘Who’s your friend then?’‘

God these events were tedious. More so now that he knew how peaceful life could be when a person abandoned all life’s expected social obligations in favor of doing whatever the fuck he wanted. Valko loosened his tie. He adjusted the simple red mask that made his nose itch. He was not saying he wanted to be kidnapped again, necessarily, but that one year free of dressing up and constant reminders of impending martial bliss with Russia had been really nice.

Impending in the loosest sense of the word. No date had been set. But at this point it seemed like he probably wasn’t getting out of it. His best hope might be Karolina falling in love (hilarious), and running off with someone. Someone that was not him, obviously. Hmmm. He tapped his pointer finger against his glass. He gave a sideways glance at the closest party guest.

“Hey, question… are you single? Asking for a friend.”

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She knew the rumours, the conversation was yet to be had between Charlie and Malle. But it was brewing. And if anything, she knew he would be here somewhere. There was a treaty in place, England gave their vote for it. But it didn’t mean that Charlie was for it. The yes was given by her father, not her. If it was up to her, they’d round up all the remaining pirates and hang them. Like the good old days.

She was told to not go look for trouble, but that had always fallen on deaf ears for Charlie.

‘‘Hey, you.’‘ Charlie stepped out in front of someone, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown. ‘’Take off your mask.’’

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She had a pizza stain on her dress already. Oh well. Charlie peered down at her dress, grabbing a napkin and wiping at the small but horribly noticeable stain on her thigh. If only she hadn’t worn silver. Wiping was just making it worse, she needed help.

Charlie glanced up, eyes skimming over everyone in masks. For someone that was supposed to be able to spot a terrorist from miles away, she was incredibly shit at this game. She had no idea who everyone was.

But that one, that had to be Malle. And Malle would know what to do about the stain. Charlie placed the uneaten crust back on a platter of food and slipped through the crowds, grabbing presumably Malle’s hand and dragging the person towards the side of the room. 

‘‘You need to help me, mum is going to kill me.’‘ Charlie hissed, as if her mother would magically pop up out of nowhere with those words. Then she took another look and her brow furrowed. ‘’Ah, you’re not Malle.’’

@margaretofwales​ miss roll! well done charlie for dragging a complete stranger away from the party

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1. Charlie

2. Sacha

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🍸- what drink will you order first?

Jack and coke. Make it a double, of course.

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masquerade meme!

a reporter from L’Officiel has requested an interview with my character. send a symbol to ask a question.

🎭- show us a picture of your mask. 🕺- who’s most likely to embarrass themselves on the dance floor? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨- do you have a date tonight? 🍸- what drink will you order first? 👋- who are you most excited to see? 💋- who’s most likely to get caught kissing in the coat closet? 📣- tell us a rumor you’ve heard about one of the guests. 💪- who’s most likely to get in a fight? 🤷‍♀️ - who’s going to take the longest to find their date? 🍹- who’s most likely to drink too much? 🦇 - is there anyone you’re avoiding tonight?

The holiday masquerade starts next week! Stay tuned for more details.

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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk at the gala.

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peter-bowen‌:

“Pardon me?”

The woman’s accent was – by all accounts – similar to his own, but Peter was a Welshman through and through and this was distinctly foreign. 

Not altogether unexpected, given the diplomats and ambassadors that seemed to flock to Cardiff after Isolde’s return. That was exhausting enough, putting aside that the one remaining member of the Tudor-Pembroke-Dafydd line looked more like a lost woodland animal than a queen. 

He looked up from his papers only latently, taking in the Princess of England.

“Princess Isolde Malle,” he corrected, a little sharply. The battle ahead would be difficult at the least, insurmountable as a small minority. Best not to cut themselves off at the knees. “Is in a briefing.”

Charlotte Mountbatten came from about as impressive of a lineage as one could muster — and had a reputation for trouble.

Peter came to a stop, looking over the young woman.

“I’d be delighted to show you to a sitting room. Or, perhaps,” her own attire was in such direct opposition to his, a Vivienne Westwood three-piece suit in navy check, that it was almost comical. “You’d prefer the inside of a corner pub. Your Highness.”

He smiled.

She looked at him in gobsmacked silence at first before her lips spread into a grin. Charlie’s hand moved as if to fistbump him, remembering what had happened last time she tried and dropped her hand. ‘’Why, I would love to be in a pub, Mr Bowen.’’ She shoved the cigarette in her jacket pocket, something to be thought about maybe another day.

A briefing. About what had happened on the island she bet.

‘‘You can show me the living room instead. and, maybe take me the back way. Don’t want to ruin your reputation being seen bringing in a street rat again.’‘ Charlie chirped, a mischievous grin dancing on her lips. ‘‘I’m sorry, I got home late last night. I left first thing this morning, and didn’t quite think about my attire.’‘

It wasn’t something that she often thought about, but looking Peter up and down in his suit and then giving herself a quick glance told he that she probably should have giving it another thought.

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“Eh fuck him.” Henry smirked, “The bruise is gnarly though.” He said, trying his best to make light of a seriously fucked up situation. “Besides, I’d take any excuse to pull off this bow tie.” He muttered, once again playing with it. “Well, at least your mother is giving you a choice. Once I got shot, my brother ordered me back and gave me this job to make me too busy to miss it. Jokes on him though, I still miss it more then anything.”

He snorted at that, “I did too. Although my brother wasn’t happy that personal security and weapons aren’t allowed. Almost didn’t let me comes. Feels a bit like an ambush.” He said with a nod, “You think a lot of people don’t want to be here? Feels like everyone in this room is drinking to the freedom of pirates. It’s bullshit if you ask me.”

Grabbing the glass again, he threw it back, finishing it. Enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol as it ran down his throat. “Hell no, of course he doesn’t regret it.” He snorted, “But that is what I was instructed to tell people when they asked.”

‘‘I’m sure you will find a moment to show it off.’‘ Charlie drawled, her arms crossing just under her breasts. She sucked in her bottom lip, her gaze vast on the swift filling room. She watched as her cousin Sacha arrived with his wife, eyes passing on to stop dead on the pirate captain, Jacob Tulach.

‘‘I don’t understand why Malle did this. It’s like that time she spent on the island completely knocked out all her sense. I thought I was supposed to be the reckless one out of the two of us.’’ Charlie shifted on her feet, desperate to kick off her shoes and just go barefoot. But Malle would hang her herself for that.

OPEN -It’s Gala Time

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“You look like a goddamn princess.” Henry agreed, nodding his head as he put his plate of scallops down and grabbed his whiskey. Taking a sip. “You look good though. Regal even.” 

He was silent as she fixed his bow tie, giving her a nod of thanks as she pulled away. “I hate these things. Always have. Even as a kid. Strand me in the desert with bullets flying and I’m a happy camper but this, this is fucking worse then war.”

He snorted at her threat before putting his glass down, “Want to see the bruise?” He asked, the bruise was still there, healing but still ugly as hell. Right where the bullet hit him, square in the chest. It was still strange to see, a reminder that he should have died. He was supposed to have died. Yet here he still was. After everything.

“I’m not sure if you’re his favorite. Maybe his least favorite?” He joked before shrugging, “He’s alright. Still charming as ever. The people adore him. Still bossing me around. He does regret that he wasn’t able to be here tonight.”

‘‘Maybe not take your shirt off in a public setting.’‘ Charlie grinned, a small laugh on her lips. She adjusted the top of her strapless dress, fingers gently running along her tiara in disdain. ‘‘Mum is still harpering on at me to come home, to stay home. Especially after hearing about you.’‘ A pause, tongue running along her teeth at the reminder. He could have died. He should have died. And still.

A frown replaced the smile that she had thought wouldn’t ever leave her face. She almost started chewing her lips again, her mother’s bark echoing in her ears. Don’t chew yourself like that, it’s not ladylike! Dammit. ‘’I don’t think a lot of us want to be here.’’ Charlie side eyed him. ‘’This whole thing is like a ticking time bomb. I got frisked.’’ 

She laughed out loud at his last statement. ‘’I am everyone’s favourite, Henry.’’ Charlie grinned, cockily. ‘’We both know that is bullshit. He certainly does not regret being here tonight, else it would be him I would be badgering right now, not you.’’

OPEN -It’s Gala Time

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Malle.

Charlie had said enough before she was even in the country, she didn’t need to say anything more to Malle about the gala. She had passed the woman when she arrived, the two unable to do more than smile widely at each other as Charlie kept moving to keep the line going. Then the both of them had been lost in guests, Malle in both pirates and royals alike, Charlie in just the royals. Doing her utmost best to avoid the unknown faces.

But then there had been an open line straight to Malle and Charlie followed it, her dress sweeping along the floor as she approached her friend. ‘’Your majesty.’’ A dramatic curtsey, a large smile and then Charlie hugged her tightly.

‘‘Your party seems to be going well, no one has been stabbed yet.’‘

She was joking.

Kind of. 

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henryisafreeman‌:

Henry had to do a double take as he took in the appearance of the woman standing before him. Afterwards, his face turned into a big shit eating grin and nodded, “Well, look at you all dressed up.” He winked at her obnoxiously before grabbing the last scallop and tossing it in his mouth, the waitress moving away with the empty tray as he focused on Charlie.

“I’ve never been good at making friends.” Henry pointed out with a laugh before shrugging, “Yes, since I’m America’s face of the pirate kidnappings. My brother thought it was best I attend.” He muttered, obviously not happy about being the face of anything. “Plus he is lazy as hell and hates Europeans.” He joked.

Her grin followed suit, eyes drifting to follow the waitress that walked away before Charlie planted herself besides Henry, her back to the wall and eyes on the room. ‘’Don’t remind me.’’ She murmured, hands moving to arrange his crooked bow tie. She didn’t tighten it, her gaze flickering up to his. Her smile seemed to be permanently plastered on, even if she wanted to, the princess didn’t think she could stop from smiling. ‘’I look like a goddamn princess.’’

Her palm flattened against his chest, remaining there in false kind pretense before she thumped her palm against his chest hard. ‘’Get shot again, Henry Bishop and I’ll come and finish off the job myself.’’ Her eyes hardened for a moment, grin splitting from ear to ear.

‘‘Well, I feel honoured to be his favourite European in that case. How is he?’‘ Charlie moved her hand from him, teeth biting down on her lower lip as she surveyed the room. Every now and then she would feel the brief guilt of how she hadn’t been with everyone on the island. How she had been somehow safer than them, in a third world country helping aid the peace of a civil war. 

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Charlie’s eyes swept across the room, her gaze looking for anyone more familiar than the acquaintances she had already greeted. She was tense and on high alert with the nature that this party brought with it. Royals mixed with Pirates. Malle was going completely mad. Charlie’s first instinct had been to say no, refuse to come to the party, tell her how completely outrageous this entire thing was. But there was no way she could have done her friend like that.

So here she was. In a floor length dress, hair pinned and hung over one shoulder, a clutch in her hand and high heeled shoes hidden under the dress. Absolutely not dressed for any kind of surprise uprising the pirates may or may not have in mind. Of course she had already plotted out strategic exits, watching every unknown face as she walked through the large room towards the bar.

‘‘Well, you look like you’re making friends.’‘ A silent burst of relief flooded through Charlie at the sight of Henry, her lips twisting up in a smile as she waved away the plate of scallops and looked at him. Dear lord, the last time she had seen him, the both of them had been through the wars. On a ship back to safety, battered, bruised and bloody. But alive.

 ‘‘They’re all yours, comrade. Here on your own?’‘ 

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Henry readjusted the bow tie he was currently wearing, trying to loosen it despite the fact it was about as loose as it could be without falling apart. He hated these things. Tuxes and fake laughter and pretending like it was perfectly normal to be surrounded by people who would have killed him if given the order not a short time ago. Still, he was a soldier and he followed orders and when the King of the United States, his older brother, ordered him to play nice. Well, he’d do his best.

At least there was an open bar. It was the little things in life, that’s what his therapist had told him after he’d returned from the island. He needed to start appreciating the little things. Well, he was appreciating them now. Walking away from the bar with his third glass of whiskey, neat. Trying to get a little buzzed to get him through this wretched event.

Not that he expected much small talk. The United States was still vehemently opposed to the new pirate law and they’d been removing funding aid from several allies as a result of it. While they agreed to follow it, there had been rumors floating around that the United States still wasn’t abiding to the laws. Which is why his brother had insisted on Henry attending the event.

Needless to say, Henry wasn’t the most popular guy at the party.

Still, he found a small high top table, against a wall. His own army training kicking in as he began to scan the room, sipping on his whiskey. Waving down the nearest waitress, he moved to grab a handful of bacon wrapped scallops. Glancing up, he noticed someone else at the tray, “You didn’t want the last one, did you?”

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You are very cordially invited to a gala, to be held the 22 of February, 2020, at 7pm in Caerdydd Castle. White tie is requested. You may bring a date. Check out the Battle Royale main for more information.

RSVP, Charlotte Olivia Mountbatten.

Private text to Malle:

Pirates? Have you gone completely mad? Am I to expect Pete is gunna frisk me before entry? Dont even answer that [eyeroll emoji]. Love you xxxxxx.

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Charlie could remember sliding down these halls at six years old in a pair of borrowed socks from one or both even of the twins. Slipping and sliding in a race against all the German siblings along freshly polished hard wooden floors. Olivia shouting to wait up because she couldn’t keep up. Being neck to neck with Aaron until one of the Twinzogs purposely dangerously tripped the eldest royal child up and the game turned nasty. Charlie had grown up in this building along with many others and in many other buildings.

"Lost? No, absolutely not." She looked up affronted at the prince that spoke to her.

Charlie was in fact absolutely lost.

She slipped her phone into the clutch held in her hand, looking at the Polish? Swedish? prince in front of her. Her pale pink dress swept around her knees and she plastered on a smile. ‘’Not lost. Just-- breathing. The party is back through there if you’re looking for it.’’ Charlie gestured vaguely towards the end of the hall. ‘’Down some stairs and a left or something.’’

Even if the German crown prince was the biggest twat in western Europe, he knew how to throw a party. But Aleksey’s phone was dying and he couldn’t find a charger to save his life, which had him wandering down a hallway with a kitschy beer stein in one hand and a bit of a shuffle in his step. It was a damn shame too because there were a ton of Pokemon in the palace alone, but having the Pokemon Go app open would kill his phone in minutes. Damn. Wasn’t there a charging station or something?

Aleksey accidentally bumped into a side table and stopped, sighing. He took another long swig of beer and looked up just in time to see a blonde woman dressed like she was there for the party, too. Aleksey himself donned a mauve jacket over a dark shirt with a green leaf pattern (very summery) with black pants. He tilted his head at the stranger, recognizing her eventually as the crown princess of England. Whose name escaped him. “Hello. You are also lost?”

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