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Literally Emma 😂😂😂

I’m the Bad Guy (duh) Bonus!

Summary: Emma has an accident the morning after her engagement to Drake in the safehouse that turns everyone’s world upside down. Nothing will be the same, no matter how hard Drake tries.

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A/N: @drakesroyalromance and I came up with this awesome idea after watching Bridgerton on Netflix and hearing their rendition of this song! We recommend you listen to it while reading the fic! This bonus takes place somewhere between Chapter 5, part 2 and Chapter 6, part 2.

Bonus: Dancing with a Stranger

It was Emma’s first ball since the accident and the incident in public. She’d been on lockdown but the court’s whispers were growing and starting to leak to the press. They had decided the best way to prevent more scandal or a rumor worse than the truth was to give the appearance that everything was fine, or relatively fine at least. People would notice Emma wasn’t the same, but maybe they could do some damage control by spinning her around in a fancy dress.

Emma had strict orders: a few dances, a little small talk with certain people and then back to her room. Frankly, Emma didn’t want to go, so she was fine with that. They asked that she be on her best behavior as if she was a child. It made her angry, she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t accidentally make someone else cry during small talk like she had with Maxwell and Hana.

At least I’m allowed to pick out my own dress, she thought, as she perused the racks. She wasn’t impressed by much until she came across one that made her lips curl into a smile. They treated her like she’d become the wicked witch of the west, so why not dress the part?

It was a dark green satin dress with an elegant but still proper length slit. After some bribing and loosely veiled threats, the palace tailor agreed to make some adjustments for her. She tried it on after and smirked, it was perfect.

She got herself ready, curls cascading down her back, a thin line of diamonds falling down between her breasts and to her navel, visible due to the deep v shape she’d had the tailor cut out of the bodice. The strapless curves accentuated her breasts, the tight fitting satin left little of her natural curves to the imagination, as did the slit. It now went to just below her hip which was only covered by some black lace. She strapped on her black heels just as there was a knock at the door. She figured it must be Drake. He had volunteered to escort her since they were supposed to be engaged. The thought made Emma want to gag. Drake seemed to be ever present, like a fly you just can’t swat.

Still, she’d been promised a little more leniency for attending so she’d take it. She walked to the door and threw it open.

“Barnes..uh..wow.” Drake’s eyes raked up and down her body with a hunger she’d seen before, it definitely had the intended effect then.

“I made a few adjustments.”

Drake swallowed and nodded. She took in the moment to look at Drake. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath and matching black slacks. He’d even worn a tie, though it was loosened around his neck, giving the impression of someone who cared but not too much.

“You look hot,” she said honestly.

Drake looked up at her in surprise. “Really?”

“You should know by now that I don’t say things I don’t mean,” she replied, causing him to nod with a smile on his face. He immediately wiped the smile from his face, as though he wanted to hide that he had smiled in the first place.

“If you play your cards right, you might even be able to fool people into thinking you’re an important person!”

At that, all traces of the smile left his face and he looked as though he didn’t know whether to laugh or be offended. He didn’t do either, lest he give her more ammunition.

Holding his arm out for her, he said, “Okay, so. Two dances, we’re going to talk to Olivia and Kiara, listen to Liam’s speech and then leave.”

“You mean you’re going to step on my toes for about ten minutes as you ‘lead’ me on the dance floor, then I have to talk to the Devil incarnate and your perfect rebound girl before I support Liam.”

Drake clenched his jaw and ignored her snide remarks. “Actually, I’ve been taking dance lessons.”

“Well! I must say Drake, I’m actually surprised. I just hope it’s not another sad attempt at wooing me.” She fake fainted.

“It’s an hour, Barnes, come on.”

The moment they entered together, the whispers began. Of course the court had heard they were engaged but this was their first public appearance as a couple. Olivia cornered them first and Emma suppressed an eye roll as Drake sharply dug his fingertips into her side, a silent warning to play nice.

“Maybe I was wrong about Olivia. That wasn’t too bad.”

“She spent the whole time mocking and insulting me.” He replied dryly.

“Exactly.”

Once again, he ignored her comments. “Let’s dance, Barnes.”

The first dance was rough. Drake made it through the steps but they weren’t elegant, they were unpolished. Emma found it amusing.

“Can I request a song for the next dance? Surely you wouldn’t say no since I’ve been on such good behavior.”

“If you can get the orchestra to agree, go for it, Barnes.”

She strut away, noticing everyone’s eyes following her as she swung her hips.

“How’s it going?” Liam asked in a low voice, sidling up beside Drake, hovering so she could still hear him though.

“Surprisingly well. She wanted a certain song, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her ask.”

Liam nodded and slipped away before Emma got back. She pouted. He made it a point to avoid her these days.

Since Liam was gone, she continued walking, making her way to the orchestra.

She waved her hand with a smile and called, “Excuse me?”

The lead musician immediately made his way over to her, bending so she could talk into his ear. Under the guise of speaking over her loud surroundings, she bent too, making sure her boobs fell in an appealing way as she did. The musician’s eyeline immediately followed and she resisted rolling her eyes. Men. They’re so predictable.

“Could I please make a request for the next song you play? It’s my favourite,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger at the end as though she was nervous and shy.

“Sure!” He immediately said, his voice a little too high pitched. He cleared his throat. “Absolutely. Just name the song.”

She whispered the name of the song into his ear, then said, “thank you so much,” and placed a kiss at the edge of his mouth. He looked at the spot she kissed and smiled at her.

I hope someone got a picture of that, she thought. She imagined the headlines if they did. The King, then his best friend, then the lead musician. Will you be the next man Duchess Emma sleeps with?

The thought made her laugh as she made her way back to Drake.

“They said they’ll play it after the next song.” She informed him, her eyes then finding Liam. “God, I hate to see him go but I love to watch him leave.”

Drake looked like he was going to be sick. “Let’s go talk to Kiara.”

“Lady Emma! Drake! Felicitations.”

Emma narrowed her eyes.

“Thank you, Lady Kia - “

“Lady Kiara, you’re familiar with politics, social and national. Could you answer a question for me?”

“Oui, what is it?”

Drake raised an eyebrow. Half her fun was in him having no idea where she was going with this.

“Well,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “I’ve heard that sometimes the court shares..you know.” She trailed off and looked Drake up and down. “Is that true? Because if so, please feel free to take Drake for a spin. I know you want to. He’s great for a fun, hot night.” Emma winked as Drake pulled her away, Kiara’s face bright red and plastered with polite horror.

“What the hell, Barnes?” He growled.

“I’m just helping, trying to set you up with someone since we’re not together anymore.”

Drake took a few deep breaths, which was a good thing because he looked like he was going to scream or cry.

The music started to play, and Drake took one more deep breath before saying, “Let’s get this last dance over with, Barnes.”

She smiled as she figured out what dance it was. They’d have to switch partners halfway before switching back, perfect for her song choice. She made sure to line up next to Liam as the song began to play.

So you’re a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can’t get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I’m that bad type

Make your mama sad type

This time Drake hit every beat, his grip just a little too tight on her. It gave Emma a thrill, listening to the lyrics before shifting to Liam.

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m only good at being bad, bad

Liam dipped Emma and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “might seduce your dad type, seduce his best friend type.” She watched his cheeks flush with color as he hastily spun her back to Drake.

Emma laughed, enjoying the look on Liam’s face and Drake’s as he looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what had transpired.

The song was coming to a close. Emma latched her leg over Drake’s as he straightened it for her, their arms up. She tugged on his earlobe and felt him harden against her after she’d been purposefully grinding against him dancing. Her leg was completely exposed and all eyes were on them as she whispered the final line in his ear.

I’m the bad guy, duh.

She climbed off him and walked away, smirking. Her work at this ball was done.

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mind-reader1 · 3 years

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I KNOW! I was torn up just writing it.

TRUE! Maybe I’ll be inspired to write a sequel with their reunion as well.👀

Thank you for your endless and unconditional support! ❤

All of Me (Jake x MC)

This is for @princesstopgunswife

A/N: The Jake and MC reunion that everyone wanted.

Find a link to my masterlist here

Warnings: angsty, fluffly.

Word Count: 2,743

Five years, none of them could believe it had been that long since they’d all been together in one place, since they’d all left the island…well almost all of them.

Everyone had mourned the loss of their friend, the person who brought them all together and of course the one who saved them all. Despite mourning her, they still moved forward with their lives, graduated college, got jobs, reconnected. Grace and Aleister got married, Sean and Michelle decided to give it another chance. Even Estela worked to move on, accepting that she could have a life without vengeance. That wasn’t the be all and end all of her existence.

Then there was Jake. He’d lost Mike, he’d lost his wife all in the course of 24 hours. Lundgren was dead, eliminating all his hopes of clearing his name; of going back to the states to see his family again. He stayed in Costa Rica after flying the newfound group of friends off La Huerta. The first few months he would drink himself into a stupor every night, replaying her voicemail until he fell asleep, desperate to hear her voice again.

They had all come to visit him at one point or another, worried about him and how he was coping. Especially Diego, he’d lost Varyyn, he understood Jake’s grief. Diego tried to convince Jake that Taylor would’ve wanted him to find happiness with someone else, but Jake never did, he couldn’t do that to her. Even if they didn’t get to spend their year and one day together, they’d had thousands of lives together on La Huerta and they would always be connected. No one would ever fill that hole in his heart and he didn’t want anyone too. Diego didn’t push, he felt the same way about Varyyn, connected forever.

The five year reunion was upon them now though, Jake leaned against Deliah trying to play it cool, but he was nervous to return to the island, unsure of what to expect. He’d thought so often about going back there himself, about trying to find any trace of her but he’d never been able to bring himself to do it.

“How does he get to look the same after all these years baking in the sun when he doesn’t even use moisturizer!” Jake cracked a smile, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“I think it’s the rum Maybelline, you should try it.” Michelle rolled her eyes.

“Good to see you Jake.”

“Cap.” Sean came up and dropped Michelle’s bags before clapping Jake on the back.

“Caught your last game. Talk about a hail mary, guess that’s why they pay you the big bucks though.”

“Chyeah! Only because I made it possible for him.” “Drax.” Sean and Craig had gone pro and been drafted together, the dynamic duo of the NFL.

“Don’t you nerds have anything to talk about besides football?”

“Skrillex. Hack any foreign governments recently?” Zahra smirked.

“Whenever you want that record cleared, you better have my money.” Jake smiled, Zahra had offered to hack the government and clear his record so he could return home to his family. He felt like he would only be a burden though, were Taylor still with him, things may have been different.

“…the laws of quantum physics clearly state-“

“Malfoy, brain trust! Heard y’all got married. Congratulations!” Grace beamed at Jake and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you Jake!” Grace swiftly hit Aleister on the arm.

“Yes, thank you Jacob.”

“Let’s see, still missing Petey, Ariel, Julio Child and Katniss.”

“I’m right here.” Jake jumped and turned to see Estela staring at him, Diego walking up behind her.

“Dammit! You don’t need to sneak up on me like that.” Diego chuckled as Estela smirked and climbed onto the plane.

“What are you laughing at Petey?” Diego innocently held up his hands and boarded the plane.

He heard the laughter of the last two before he saw them, Raj was licking something off his fingertips, no doubt something that had come from the container Quinn was carrying.

“Jake, dude, you have to try one of these cupcakes.” Raj happily rubbed his belly.

“I’m sure they’re great Ariel, but I don’t want to get frosting all over the cockpit. Save one for me once we land?”

“Of course!” Quinn also wrapped him in a big hug and kissed his cheek before boarding the plane.

“All right. Well we’ve got the whole Brady Bunch now….so let’s do this.”

The plane was eerily silent as they flew over the water, their minds inevitably drifting back to the first plane ride they’d taken together. Diego made his way up to the cockpit and took a seat, Jake was rigid at the controls, a death grip on yoke.

“Jake…how are you?” Jake didn’t take his eyes off the horizon, his body trembling softly with adrenaline.

“I’m fine Petey. It’s an island. Been here probably a hundred times.”

“Jake, you know what I mean.” He hated being vulnerable, sharing his feelings, anyone he opened up to he inevitably lost. Diego was the closest connection he had to Taylor these days, he was the sole reason Taylor had even existed.

Talk to him Jake. He could hear her voice in his mind, encouraging him to keep making those connections.

“I miss her Diego. So damn much. I thought I could do this with you all but I’m not sure.” It was the first time Jake had ever called Diego by name.

“I miss her too. I think this will be good for us Jake, maybe we can leave the ghosts behind.”

“I don’t want to forget, I never want to forget.”

“You never could, I’m just saying…maybe it’s time to leave behind the guilt that keeps haunting us.” He had a point, Jake felt guilty still, like he hadn’t done everything he could’ve to make her stay. Deep down he knew that was wrong though, he knew it was her decision and she was a selfless person. She chose the world over herself, so that he could have a life to go back to, maybe it was time to stop feeling guilty about living that life.

“Thanks Petey. Now get back to your seat so I can land.” Diego smiled softly and returned to his seat as Jake made a smooth landing on La Huerta.

Since Rourke’s arrest, Aleister had taken over the Celestial resort. When the world had returned to normal, so had all the guests and the island had continued to operate as if nothing happened. For this weekend though, Aleister closed the entire resort to outside guests and staff. It would be the eleven of them alone.

They all collected their room keys, staying in the same rooms they’d had before, except for Jake. He stared for ages at the honeymoon suite key, it was the room where they’d spent their first night together, something he would never forget. He wasn’t sure he could face it again though. Taking a deep breath, he steeled his nerves and swiped the key, riding the elevator up to the room, it seemed to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

He entered the room and sucked in a breath, flooded with memories of that night.

Hey you.

Hey.

Jake wandered over to the large pane windows overlooking the island. He remembered every moment of that night, this is where they’d kissed each other, he’d pushed her back up against the glass, desperate to feel her body pressed against his for the first time, what he wouldn’t give to feel that just one more time.

“I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you.” He whispered in longing.

Then have me. She had said that back to him their first night together and that was the beginning of the end for him. He was hooked. They’d thrashed that room and didn’t give a damn, it was strange to see it put back together. He opened the window to get some fresh air but he could swear he smelled her perfume drifting to his nose over the ocean breeze.

He slammed the window shut and laid down on the bed still in his clothes, staring at the canopy. The bed felt cold and foreign to him, he tried turning on his sides but he couldn’t fall asleep, every time he closed his eyes he would see her beside him in bed only to reach over and find it empty. He slipped out of the room and went down to the beach, snagging a hotel towel on his way out. Maybe a night out under the stars with the ocean waves could help him clear his mind.

Vaanu had been made whole again and should have felt at peace, but there always seemed to be something keeping it from its eternal rest. Just a sliver that felt like it was missing, the feeling only grew the closer the 5 year anniversary of becoming whole came.

Why do I feel as though I am still broken? Vaanu bellowed in despair. Desperately searching for the beacon from its missing shard, it followed it to a well known place, La Huerta. Vaanu summoned the physical manifestation of Taylor that had been created by one of the shards, it could sense that she was the part of itself that was still missing a piece.

“Where am I?”

Why am I still broken? Memories came flooding back to Taylor like a tsunami, saying goodbye to Jake and the others, then it was all black until waking up here. She could hear its voice in her mind and feel exactly what it was talking about, she felt a sense of emptiness. It took her only a moment to realize why.

“Jake.” That feeling of emptiness only grew, she longed to see him again, to hear his voice. She could feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, lighting it on fire with pleasure, a feeling only he could give her. Something she couldn’t live without.

Jake?

“Jake and I fell in love over 1,000 times in different timelines. I promised him a year and a day, a part of my soul will forever be with him.” Taylor wondered how long it had been, wondered if he moved on, if she still felt this broken though she knew he hadn’t and that somehow hurt her more.

Broken.

“Let me be with Jake. If we’re together then the shard is together, you’ll be whole again.” She didn’t know how, but she could tell Vaanu was thinking. “Please, you know you won’t feel whole until he dies and that will be years. Years you could have spent being whole again if you just let me go to him.” She pleaded, desperate.

There was a bright flash and when Taylor opened her eyes she was on the familiar beach of La Huerta, there was a towel on the beach, void of an occupant. She needed to get her bearings, find a way to get in touch with Jake. She was back!

Jake had been unsuccessful trying to sleep on the beach as well, he’d turned to his last resort, alcohol. He’d found some rum but what he really wanted was the good stuff, some strong whiskey that would knock him right out.

Someone poked him in the shoulder and he turned to see who it was, it was Taylor, smiling at him in her blue tank top and khaki pants. He must’ve been hallucinating another memory again.

“Help ya with something Princess?” He turned away, his focus back on liquor, he didn’t notice her frown. She thought he’d be more excited to see her, like she was him. Maybe she’d been mistaken, maybe he had moved on.

“Just seeing what you’re up to.” She said deflated.

“Trying to see if we got any good whiskey left so I can stop reliving all these damn memories. Like this one of you asking me to come to your room. You?”

“Jake…this isn’t a memory.”

“Must be dreamin’ then. Guess I did find the good whiskey.”

“Jake look at me! I’m actually here!”

“You say that in all my dreams and then I wake up Princess.” He whispered heavily, sounding emotionally tired, it would go away if he’d just listen to her! She hit him in the arm and scowled at him until he looked at her.

“Ow!”

“Jake, please. It’s really me.” He shook his head, she could see the pain in his eyes.

“No. You went with Vaanu and that was it. My wife is dead!” He was fighting back tears.

“Jake, what do I have to do to prove to you I’m real, that I’m here?” He turned and grabbed both sides of her face, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss with years of longing poured into it. Taylor melted against Jake and he pulled away, breathing heavily his eyes still closed.

“If I open my eyes, are you still gonna be here Taylor?”

“Yes, Jake. Now please, open your eyes and look at me.” She whispered, cupping his cheek. Her touch felt so real, Jake didn’t want to risk it. He wanted to stay in this moment for just a little longer.

“I can’t Princess. I can’t.” Stubborn ass, she thought to herself.

“Come with me.” She had one last idea up her sleeve to convince him, dragging him to the elevator, she kept their hands laced together as she pulled him to their room.

“I’ve got to give myself credit, this is my most elaborate hallucination yet.”

“Jacob Lucas McKenzie. I am right here, right now, with you. Your wife. Your naked wife. So help me god if you don’t open your eyes to look at me I will go back to Vaanu.” Taylor had in fact stripped down to her red lacy bra and underwear set, she knew it was Jake’s favorite and if this didn’t convince him, nothing would. “Dammit Princess.” Jake opened his eyes and stared. There she was. Still there. In front of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He rubbed them and blinked a few times but she was always still there. He was overcome with emotion. He didn’t know if he should cry, kiss her or give into the desire coursing through him.

“I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now.”

“Then have me.”

They came together and years of pent up energy came pouring out. Sure they’d wrecked the room the first time, but this was 5 years of pent up sexual energy between newly-wed soulmates, it was a whole new level of destruction before they finally made it to the bed.

As they laid there after, Jake couldn’t stop staring at her, tracing every line of her body.

“I missed you so much Taylor.” He whispered.

“How long was I gone Jake?”

“5 years.” Her heart sank, imagining him alone for 5 years, they could’ve had kids by now.

“I’m sorry Jake, I’m so sorry. I’m never going to leave you again.” He pulled her close and pressed his forehead to hers, their noses gently brushing.

“I wouldn’t survive it if you did Princess. I don’t understand though, how are you back? I would’ve sold my soul if it meant getting you back but I didn’t think it was possible..” “It’s because of you Jake.” His eyes shot open in confusion. “When we got handfasted, after spending all those timelines together and falling in love every time, a part of me is literally in your heart Jake.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Vaanu wanted me to return so it could be whole, but we’re soulmates Jake. A little shard broke off and resides in you. When we’re together, we’re whole, because we’re whole, so is Vaanu.”

“So you really are back for good? You’re staying forever?”

“Forever top gun.” Tears of joy began to stream down Jake’s face and Taylor wiped them away as Jake wiped hers.

“Good, because it’s going to take a long time to catch up on those five years of married life we missed.” Taylor let out a soft laugh.

“I guess it’s a good thing we don’t have to leave this bed until morning. Now, tell me everything.” Jake laid on his back and Taylor rested her head on his chest, looking up at him as he told her about everything she’d missed.

Finally, I am whole again.

@drakesroyalromance

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mind-reader1 · 3 years

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Thank you love! ❤❤ This is 1000% the ending we deserved from PB (I’ll forever be salty about it) so you’re not alone.

Thank you for reading and reblogging, I love knowing there are still fellow Jake stans out there!