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sfb123 · 3 years

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Sapere Aude - Part 6

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

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Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, allusions to smut (but nothing graphic), discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Word Count: 2,146

Notes: Not much to say, other than this is the big meeting you’ve been waiting for. There’s A LOT of information here. I hope it’s not too overwhelming!

As always, one love to my pre-readers @texaskitten30 & @txemrn. And thank you @twinkleallnight for my moodboard!

Tags: Tags seem to not work in the actual body of the fic, so I’m going to try tagging everyone in the comments, hopefully that works. If you want to be added or removed, just let me know!

As Riley entered the solarium, Eleanor rose from her seat. To say it was an awkward moment was an understatement. Yes, they had met the night before, but there had been so much going on in Riley’s mind that she wasn’t able to truly process the woman standing before her until that moment.

“Your majesty.” Eleanor bowed slightly.

“Forgive me, but I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to address you.” Riley was doing her best to stay guarded, even though she was screaming on the inside.

“Please, call me Eleanor, no need for formalities. We are family after all.”

Riley grimaced subtly at that. What does she know about family? Did she really just say that? Too soon, lady. Read the room. “Okay Eleanor. Please, call me Riley.”

“Riley, how are you feeling this morning? You’re recovering alright, I hope.”

“Considering the circumstances, I’m doing fine. Can I offer you something to eat or drink before we begin?”

Eleanor nodded. They both took a few moments to put together plates for themselves. Riley was certain anything she ate would immediately come back up, but she wasn’t going to let her nerves get the best of her. They sat there in silence for several long moments. Riley finally spoke up. “So, you’re in charge of the secret society that has been trying to take down my family. How’s that going for you?” There was a bite in her tone, despite her attempt to stay neutral and composed.

“Riley, please, I know how all of this may seem to you, but you haven’t been getting the entire story. There are very few people in the organization that have the full picture. I am one of those people, and I am here to fill you in on everything.”

“So fill me in. I’d love to know why you’re so hellbent on destroying the son you abandoned.” She crossed her arms over her chest. As hard as she tried to stay calm, the longer she sat there, starting at this woman, the more angry she got. Not for herself, for Liam. She was so protective over him, he was always worried about others, his kingdom, his friends, his family, he needed someone to worry about him. That was a burden she would gladly bear.

Eleanor sighed deeply. “Riley, I didn’t know what I was doing, or who I was when I joined the Via Imperii. I was a young girl with a crush on a boy. He told me about this group that would be able to show me the world.” She knew the similarities in their stories would get her attention. “Surely you understand what that feels like.”

“I might have heard a story like that once or twice.” Riley blushed and sunk a little lower in her chair.

Eleanor went on to explain that, unbeknownst to her, the boy that she followed into the group was actually sent specifically to recruit her into the Via Imperii. They were looking for a way to unite Auvernal and Cordonia, and they saw her as the way to do this. They would get her in power beside Constantine, and she could advocate for the unification of the two countries. There had even been a marriage alliance proposed at one point that would have promised Liam to Isabella and had him rule Auvernal by her side, with Leo taking over the Cordonian throne. Luckily, that failed spectacularly, and didn’t make it past the negotiation phase. The Via Imperii had chosen Eleanor because she seemed to most fit Constantine’s type, making it easy to catch his eye in his vulnerable state, considering his wife had recently abandoned him. Since she was not familiar with Cordonia, they made sure to pair her up with a native operative, to compensate and help her along the way. That is how she met Jackson Walker, her partner, and Constantine’s lead guardsman.

“Drake’s dad? Wait, if Jackson was working with you, does that mean that he’s not…he’s still...” She took a deep breath, trying to compose her thoughts, but her brain was moving too fast for her mouth to be able to keep up.

“No. Unfortunately, Jackson is no longer with us. After my extraction, Constantine became difficult, he stopped listening to everyone. Once influencing him no longer became an option, it was determined that the only path was to remove him from power entirely. Jackson expressed his doubts over the change. The Via Imperii decided that this made him a threat to the plan, so he needed to be eliminated.” There was a sadness in Eleanor’s voice that Riley wasn’t expecting.

“So the failed attempt on Constantine’s life…”

“Was not an attempt on Constantine at all, but a successful attempt on Jackson.” She closed her eyes, and bowed her head slightly. “It was so hard to see that happen to such a dear friend. And it broke my heart to watch Bianca and the children go through all of that pain. Especially Drake, it hit him exceptionally hard. But he and I both knew what this was when we signed on.”

“So there really is nothing stopping them from taking me away from Liam and Eleanor?” Riley’s eyes started to fill with tears. She was officially in over her head.

“Yes there is. Me.” Eleanor reached her hand across the table and placed it over Riley’s. “ I have caused my son enough pain for a lifetime. I won’t let him go through a hurt like that ever again.”

Riley jerked her hand back, sadness and fear quickly replaced with anger at the audacity of Eleanor trying to comfort her. “Why would you even care about the pain you caused him? Wasn’t he just part of the job? Another thing you signed on for?” This was the exact argument that she had talked Liam down from that first night that they discussed everything. At the time, Riley truly believed that his mother loved him, but all of this new information completely threw her for a loop. She didn’t know what to believe anymore, and she needed to stand up for her husband.

“When I married Constantine, it was part of the plan, yes. But in my time by his side, I truly grew to love him. He was a good man that only wanted the best for his country, and his family.”

“Yea, I’ve seen first hand what he was willing to do to make sure his country, and his family had ‘the best’.” She emphasized her sarcasm with air quotes.

“I know what Constantine did to you during Liam’s social season. My heart truly broke for you, and for Liam. The love you two have for each other was evident, even back then. Constantine wasn’t always like that, there was a time when he would have been thrilled for his son to find someone he cared for so greatly. Unfortunately, everything changed after my extraction.”

“Let’s talk about that extraction. Why did you just leave like that?”

Eleanor explained that after the marriage alliance with Auvernal fell through, Constantine started to doubt her loyalty to Cordonia, that she seemed to be putting the needs and wants of Auvernal ahead of those of the kingdom she ruled. The Via Imperii determined that, in order for the plan to move forward, they would need to pull Eleanor out. Because of her expansive knowledge of the inner workings of the monarchy, and Constantine himself, they agreed that she would still be a valuable asset, but she would be reassigned to work behind the scenes, providing them with intel to help them in their mission.

They had worked with Barthelemy through associates in the past, and they knew his desire to have more power in the kingdom, so they felt he would be the best choice to move the plan forward. In order to boost his ego, they led him to believe that he was truly killing the Queen.Through a series of undercover operatives, they ensured that no actual harm would be done. Despite Barthelemy bringing in an outsider, Godfrey, to assist him in the assassination, the plan went off without a hitch. The only problem was, after Eleanor’s ‘death’ Constantine was in a constant state of paranoia. Barthelemy was confident that nobody would be able to get to the king, and if the Via Imperii wanted any control in Cordonia, they would need to take over the throne.

Riley’s head was spinning. She didn’t know if the explanation made things better or worse. She understood now the mechanics of it, but she still couldn’t comprehend a mother abandoning her son. “But you just left Liam. Abandoned him. You knew what these people were doing, you knew what the plan was, how could you just leave your son in the middle of all of that?”

“Trust me, leaving my son behind was the hardest decision I have ever made. When I was assigned to my position as queen, my loyalty was to the Via Imperii. The second I became a mother, everything changed. My priority became my son. He took precedence over everything.”

“Then why did you leave him?” Riley’s voice was small, barely a whisper.

“It was the only way I could protect him. They wanted me out of there. At least if I went willingly, I could still be here to keep him safe.” Elenaor looked at her hands, which sat clasped on the table in front of her. “Leaving Liam will remain the greatest regret of my life, but it was all I could think to do in that moment to protect him.”

Riley’s eyes closed briefly, those words immediately brought her back to the balcony in Fydelia. That was practically word for word the reason he gave her for choosing Madeline at the Coronation. Boy, the Cordonian Ruby doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Eleanor looked up, a single tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes met Riley’s. “I made it my personal mission to make sure you joined the Via Imperii so that we could work together to keep Liam safe. They want him out, they are telling you that the plan has changed, but I know for a fact that it hasn’t. Liam has already proven to be one of the best rulers Cordonia has had in centuries. The two of you are exactly what this country needs, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone ruin that.”

There was a level of vulnerability in Eleanor’s eyes that Riley wasn't expecting. It was the look of a mother desperate to protect her child. The same look Riley had seen in the mirror when she was protecting her daughter from the countless threats that they had faced in her short life. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many obstacles and grey areas. As horrible as all of this was, in that moment, Riley truly believed Eleanor, she trusted her.

“So...what can I do? How can I help?”

“You and I will stay in touch, I will give you any information as I get it, so that you can stay one step ahead of them. For now, just keep your family close, and keep living your life as you normally would.”

Riley nodded. Part of her wanted to tell Eleanor that Liam knew what was going on, that she had told him everything, but she was afraid that would do more harm than good. She figured she’d wait, at least until she told Liam about her. While she did believe Eleanor was being sincere, she was going to let Liam take the lead on how this relationship progressed. She was grateful for her help, but that wasn’t going to cancel out all of the pain that she had caused Liam.

Eleanor stood from her seat. “I really should be getting back, but I’m so glad we had a chance to talk.” She extended her hand to Riley’s.

Riley was just about to shake her hand when she paused. “Wait, I have one more question.” She had just remembered a very important missing piece to the puzzle that was Eleanor’s death. “You were pregnant when you die...er, were extracted.”

“Right, of course. I found out I was pregnant about a month before the extraction. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Constantine, which was probably for the best.” She looked down. “I had a son, he was raised in the Via Imperii, and is currently on assignment within the Palace.”

“Wait, so Liam has a younger brother, and he works in our home? He’s been in contact with his brother this whole time, and he doesn’t even know.” Riley felt that all too familiar sting behind her eyes again.

“Yes, we placed him in the King’s Guard so that he could also help in protecting your family. His name is Thomas.”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years

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Longing - Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Kay, so, I’ve been rewatching Hemlock Grove recently and holy shit...I’ve never wanted someone to literally eat me alive more than Roman Godfrey. I have issues™

It’s Roman Godfrey...18+

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You looked down the hall of the school, feeling hurt.

You genuinely felt like you and Roman had a connection, talking all the time and flirting with each other. But you were currently witnessing Roman sucking face with some bleach blonde Barbie at her locker.

Rachel, probably the sweetest girl in the whole town and kind of a suck up. She wasn’t the type of girl that Roman usually went for, but he had been known to never step down from a challenge.

It was fine...it was fine. But what you didn’t understand was ever since he got into a relationship with Rachel, he’d ignore you...after being friends for years.

You two knew almost everything about each other, even all the family drama. You just didn’t understand how the person who you’ve been closest to could just up and ditch you like that.

Maybe he just got tired of you...everyone else had. So, why would Roman be any different?

You sighed and closed your locker door, slamming it a bit too hard. It got the attention of Roman, who quickly noticed your sour attitude.

You ignored his questioning gaze and walked out of the front double doors of the school, trying to be excited about spring break.

You immediately went to your dealer after school, wanting to get fucked up and forget all about Roman and his new, perfect girlfriend.

Your usual order was a couple grams of weed, but you had a gut feeling that you were gonna need something a bit stronger than grass to temporarily soothe your heartache. It was stupid, really stupid...but you bought MDMA. Just a couple pills.

It was also kinda out of curiosity too.

You had heard of one of the other rich kids throwing a party to kick off spring break. Even if Roman was there, you wanted to go and have some fun.

You went home and quickly got dressed up.

You weren’t really the type to dress up fancy, usually just wearing casual clothes, sweaters, blue jeans and such. But you wanted to feel sexy, just once.

You decided on a short black dress that was flowy at the bottom and pushed up your girls slightly, some fishnet tights and your favorite platform boots that had some gems on the tips.

You curled your hair slightly and attempted to do a smoky eye. It was kind of a success? You hoped so at least.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you almost hoped that Roman would be at this stupid party.

You planned on heading to the party about an hour after it officially started.

You carefully made a couple joints for the party, putting the pills in a little container. Crushing up some more weed, you put it in your bowl that Roman bought for you. Sighing at the memory, you put your lighter to the bowl.

After taking a few puffs, you could already start to feel more relaxed and a little ditzy.

You smiled for the first time today, you fucking loved drugs.

An hour later, you were completely stoned, giggling at absolutely everything. But you started to walk to the party, stumbling along the way occasionally.

From down the road, you could already hear the booming base from the unnecessarily loud music and the chatter of drunken young adults.

To think, this might be one of the last high school party you’ll ever go to besides the probable end of senior year party. You suddenly felt old even though you still 18.

You chuckled seeing a couple people throwing up in the bushes outside front entrance. “Take it easy, lads!” You teased, earning a couple middle fingers thrown your way.

You quickly noticed the red convertible in the driveway, suddenly feeling the buzz of your high retreat back. “Great...”

Upon entering the house, your eyes trained on Roman and Rachel in the corner, her sitting on his lap on the crowded living room couch.

Roman saw you too, all dressed up in the fashion that was unusual for you to wear.

You rolled your eyes, heading to the alcohol bar and making your own cocktail of vodka and orange juice.

Chugging the first cup was a bad idea, the vodka burning your throat. But you made another cup anyway.

You took your first pill and it definitely didn’t take long for it to kick in. “Fuck...” You laughed, feeling happier than usual, almost tearing up at the feeling.

A song you loved came on the speakers, feeling the melody in you soul. You needed to dance.

You shoved yourself in between all the sweaty dancing bodies, letting yourself let go and sway to the beat.

You suddenly felt hands on your hips.

You looked back over you shoulder, seeing a familiar. Some guy from your English class. He wasn’t really your type, but you really couldn’t really care less. The hands on your hips slowly making their way south made you feel like you were on fire, despite it not being the hands you wanted.

Unbeknownst to you, Roman was watching intensely. His face felt hot with rage. He did not like what he was seeing.

The girl on his lap was kissing his neck, trying to turn him on. But all that was on his mind was beating the shit out of the guy who was putting his hands all over you.

He really thought dating Rachel would get you jealous enough to make a move, but apparently it didn’t work. He sighed, he had to do something.

The push it took for him to finally do that was when he saw the guy you were with lead you up stairs of the house. Roman could already sense the hard on that the piece of shit of a male had.

No.

He wasn’t gonna let you get manhandled by that nobody on his watch, didn’t matter if you wanted it. You were his and that was that.

Meanwhile, you were currently getting a hickey from this random guy in a spare room in this rich kid’s house. You felt nether regions heat up with desire. “Roman...” You accidently moaned out, then suddenly feeling the pleasure on your neck stop.

You opened your eyes to see the guy had been pulled off you harshly, being shoved to the floor by a tall man. “You heard her you shitheel, she wants me. Not you.”

“Roman?” You gasped.

“Get the fuck outta here.” Roman yelled at the fallen guy, who immediately listened and rushed out the room.

Roman turned around to see you glaring at him. “What the fuck, Y/N?”

You scoffed. “Where’s your girlfriend?” You spat.

Roman rolled his eyes. “What the fuck are you on, huh?” He asked, completely ignoring your pettiness.

“What’s it to you?”

Roman sighed. “Alright, let’s take you home.” He gently grabbed your arm, pulling you up from the bed.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Godfrey.” You pulled away, but you went along with him anyway, not really interested in getting carried to his car.

“MDMA, huh? Thought you only smoked weed.” Roman smirked, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Rachel, huh? Thought you only went for cunts.” You retorted.

“I was trying to make you jealous.”

You swore your heat almost skipped a beat, but you tried to keep your cool. “Well, it didn’t work.” You crossed your arms. “You could’ve just told me, Roman.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Roman chuckled, scratched the back of his neck.

You sighed heavily, feeling the high coming down. It was bothersome, but you currently wanted to be sober.

Roman glanced at you, seeing your dress was slowly riding up your thighs. He licked his lips. “You know, when I saw you in that dress, all I wanted was to rip it off you.”

You felt shivers down your spine, already feeling that familiar desire fill you. “Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

Roman smirked. “You should be fucking’ ashamed, dressing that like. Making me feel all sorts of things. You wore it just to get me all riled up, huh? And those tight, fuck...”

You exhaled shakily when you saw Roman turn onto the road that led to his house. “Mm, please hurry Roman. I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you.” You chuckled nervously.

You almost jolted back when Roman sped up the car. He took one hand off the steering wheel, placing it on your thigh and kneading the meat. Slowly but surely trailing up to your inner thigh.

You opened up so he could have better access, and he put his fingers moved your underwear to the side, hastily rubbing tight circular motions on your bundle of nerves.

You moaned out his name, gripping onto the seat below you as he worked his magic. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, huh?” Roman chuckled, already feeling himself stiffen.

But your pleasure had to come to a temporary end when his large mansion finally came into view.

Roman quickly lead you into his house, making a snide comment to Olivia before leading you up the staircase with haste.

“You’re not gonna walk right for a month after I’m through with you.” Roman said lowly, making you even more excited.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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Sorry for the blueball, but I really didn’t feel up to writing a whole smut scene lol.

#hemlock grove #roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader

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stevesharrlngtons · 4 years

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pin prick and needle sticks.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ya im having so much fun writing again so hopefully there will be more! i hope you enjoy and if you do, pls give me some feedback (-:

also this is a repost bc this wasn’t showing up in tags

When you strode into Dr. Pryce’s office, he didn’t try to hide his surprise at your uncharacteristic appearance.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)! This is surely an unexpected visit.” Pryce pushed out of his desk chair to meet you in the middle of the large glass room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You say politely as Johann takes the coat that’s folded over your arm.

“No, not presently. I was just about to wrap up some paperwork and go to lunch.”

“Well, I won’t keep you long. I am hoping my question has a simple enough answer.” You say as you take a seat in one of the visitors chairs across from his desk.

“So, you are looking for my expertise on a matter?” Pryce asks, taking his own seat now.

“Yes, and maybe a small favor depending on your answer.” You smile, trying to seem as sweet as possible.

You knew Johann was asked for wild favors and cover ups where the Godfrey family was concerned constantly, almost on the daily. You wanted him to be receptive to your idea and not shoot you down before he heard your pitch.

Pryce was tolerant of your presence and occasionally even fond of your acquaintance when Roman needed him for something or another. You were very bright and amiable company.

He sighs deeply, already seeming resistant, “Is this a Roman related favor?”

“Yes, but not in the way you think. It’s more like a gift I need your help in giving.”

Johann looked extremely perplexed as he placed his laced fingers on his desktop, “Now I am very intrigued. Please, proceed,”

“You are aware that Roman has been having some trouble sourcing food. Right?” You try to say everything as delicately as possible, even though you knew Pryce knew about Roman’s situation in full. Probably even more than you knew.

“Yes, I am. Unfortunately Olivia forbids me to speak with him on the matter before she does, and she refuses to do so until Roman goes to her for help.”

“Withholding access to food, sounds like an award winning mother if you ask me.”

Johann chuckles, “Yes, Olivia is nothing but selfless.”

“Selfless and maternal.”

Pryce laughs again before he asks you what is the nature of your visit in relation to Roman and his upirism.

“Like all things in Roman’s life that are broken, I have found the solution to fix them. In this case, I have decided that I will take my blood and give it to him. As much as I can give, so he will never have to worry about where to feed again.” You said this with a self assured expression, elated that you had come up with a way to help your love.

The true extent of Roman’s feeding problem had become apparent one night while you were making love.

Roman sat on his knees, your legs around his waist while he pressed his hips deliciously into yours. He had set a gentle rhythm of thrusts, ones that were illicting your mewls and calls of his name from your lips. While you were reveling in your pleasure, Roman was trembling. Desire filming his eyes as they transfixed on your jugular. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the faint thrum in your neck, your voice becoming hazy and distant as his mouth watered at the sight of your craned neck below him. It wasn’t until you grabbed his cheeks that he snapped from his thirsty stupor.

Roman tumbled off your naked form to the floor of the bedroom unceremoniously, skirting away from you until his back reached the wall, the farthest wall from the bed. You had sat up, not bothering to cover yourself as you stared at your crumpled boyfriend, who shook and stammered under his breath.

“I can’t, OK? We can’t! Not until I feed again. I don’t think I can control it- I can’t control myself.”

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. I know you would never hurt me,” You push away the remains of crumpled sheets and begin toward him, but Roman flinches aggressively.

“I can’t help it, no matter how much I don’t want too, I will. I would kill you just for a taste and I would hate myself forever.”

You wanted to offer yourself up on a silver platter then and there. Ask him to drink from you because even if he doubted his control, you knew he would stop feeding before you were in any semblance of danger. You just wanted to make him feel better, in any way you could. But, as Roman wove his hands into his hair and tugged ruthlessly at the roots, it was clear that this wasn’t going to become an argument, or even a conversation. Roman left the bedroom soon after, muttering something about the refrigerator and leeches, while you watched him leave with an ache in your chest.

You had been trying to figure out the best possible solution to Roman’s problem since. After contemplating many different avenues, you concluded that you weren’t a bank robber (even if it was just a blood bank) and hiring someone from Craigslist seemed too risky (and too weird). So, you had fallen back on your original idea from that night: Roman would drink from you.

“To be clear, you want to extract your own blood and stockpile it for Roman?”

“Exactly. I just need to know how to do it and how much I can give per week without dying of iron deficiency or something.” You nonchalantly reply.

“This is very noble of you to do, (Y/N).”

You wave a dismissive hand at his compliment, “I just want to help him in the best way I can. It’s what you do for the people you love.”

Pryce stares at you for a moment, and begins to wonder how Roman attracted you in the first place? He was sure it was the young man’s killer good looks and the charm he held with the opposite sex that first caught your attention, but you were a smart girl. You wouldn’t fall for him simply because he was a blueprint for a Greek statue or threw a few saccharine words your way. He wondered if Roman was warm and adoring? Sweet and loving and soft when he was only in your company? From what Pryce had seen first hand, Roman was kind and gentle when you were around, but only ever to you. The second Roman laid his eyes back on Pryce or anyone else for that matter, he was back to an angry frothing terror to anyone in his path.

“When giving blood for say, The Red Cross, they take about a liter of your blood which is around 15 fluid ounce. You shouldn’t give more than that a mouth, but I could give you a few supplements that could help replenish your red blood cells at a slightly quicker rate so you would be able to give blood once a week.

“You would likely need to take breaks, possibly a month on and a month off? To make sure that giving blood this frequently wouldn’t take any serious toll, or have any significant side effects on the body.” Pryce explains.

“And these supplements won’t do anything weird to me if I take them?” You trusted Pryce, but only minutely. While you felt cordial with him, you still knew to be weary of his experiments.

“No, of course not. They are all over the counter supplements and vitamins that you can buy on your own accord. I would just tell you how, when and the quantity to take.”

You sighed at his answer and laughed lightly, “So it’s all good? We could do it?”

“I don’t see why not. I could send a tech to your home to administer the IV, and possibly if this method of feeding works out for Roman long term, you could learn to insert it yourself.”

“Am I going to have like, crazy puncture marks? Am I gonna look like a junkie?” You asked, the vanity of this whole thing only now coming to your mind.

“Unfortunately, there will be noticeable marks and possible bruises from repeated insertions. I could work on something to heal your puncture marks, as I said, if this becomes a main source of Roman’s feeding.”

You nod, mulling over the information for a moment.

“When could we start?”

Telling Roman about the whole thing never even crossed your mind. To you, this was a gift that you were going to give to him, and you loved the element of surprise. It was strange, sure, but to you, this idea of yours felt totally romantic. Some women gave their boyfriends watches, or flat screen TV’s, or let them put in their ass on their birthdays; but for your boyfriend? The man who had every material object he desired and every sexual need quenched? Your blood was a perfect way to show him you cared.

You didn’t want Roman to get just one bag for the first time you presented him with the blood, so you waited four long weeks to create your mini arsenal for him. You just took to wearing long sleeves around the house and silk robes right before bed to hide the little marks on your arms. Roman, still not at his most observant from his lack of feedings, didn’t even bat an eye at your clothing choices.

After your final session with one of Pryce’s tech’s in your home, you felt giddy. You had been keeping the blood in the outside fridge until you had the stockpile you desired, knowing Roman never checked it’s contents. Tonight was the night you were finally going to give them to him.

After Pryce’s man left, you placed your newest bag in the refrigerator and went back inside to change into something far more alluring than the sweatpants you adorned currently. This was going to be a special night for your man and you wanted to pull out all the stops. You had already directed Conway and Anna to make a four course feast for the two of you before you would bring out Roman’s surprise.

After changing into the tightly fitted black dress you had picked out a few weeks ago, along with Roman’s favorite silk lingerie set, you went back downstairs to continue to set the scene for Roman when he returned from work. You scattered candles around the room and played an old jazz record to soothe any worry or anxiety from your boyfriend once he entered your shared home. You wanted everything to be perfect, he deserved it.

As you finished and Anna and Conway were wrapping up the meal, you heard someone placing a key in the front door. You turned to see Roman’s tall silhouette through the frosted glass and you couldn’t keep the smile off your lips.

When he walked through the door, he looked exhausted. His eyes were haloed in shadows and he was gaunt, his pale skin pasty and dull. He looked about ready to collapse.

Until he saw you.

“Welcome home.” You said, a wide grin on your features.

“What’s all this?” Roman asked as you met him by the door.

“I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to set up a nice evening for the two of us.” You replied as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and held out for Conway to take.

Roman glanced over your shoulder to see the extent of the fuss you had made for him and his shoulders visibly relaxed, “You’re amazing.”

You took both his hands and started to walk back toward the table, “That I am, and I have a little surprise for you after dinner.”

Roman tugs you to him suddenly, causing you to stumble a bit in your heels, but that only accomplished to bring you flush to him.

“Is my surprise under this sexy little get up of yours?” Roman’s eyes twinkle with lust as he moves his hands down to grip your ass.

You hum with delight, “I guess you have two surprises coming, then.”

You lean up to place a lingering kiss to his lips and Roman groans a curse as you step away from his hold.

“But for now, let’s eat and unwind. How was your day?” You ask, pulling out Roman’s chair for him.

“Better now.” He grinned, one that was without smare or ulterior motive. Just a pure smile radiating happiness.

After you chatted about your days and Roman having bitched about work to his heart’s content, you both finished the delicious dinner that was prepared for you. You had moved across the table to sit on his lap while you both shared a chocolate mousse, the gentle ping of the silver spoon against the serving glass lulling you both into calm relaxation and sloth as you ate the rich dessert.

Roman’s temple was pressed against your exposed cleavage, practically purring with the bliss he felt.

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I needed it.” He sighed, turning his head just enough to let you kiss his lips.

“Of course, my love.” You responded, stroking your hand through his hair, “I’d pluck the stars from the sky if it’d make you happy.”

“Hey,” Roman smiles, poking your side, “That’s my line.”

You giggle as Roman prodes you, “Well, while I’m taking your lines, let me take another. I got you something and I need to go and get it.”

“You know I don’t need anything.” Roman says, squeezing you once more before you got off his lap.

“This present is something you need, trust me.” You say over your shoulder as you exit the kitchen and enter the garage to get the gift box you had prepared.

Was this all very dramatic? Yes. Over the top? Of course.

But you loved pampering Roman, so you threw all cares to the wind.

As you entered the kitchen with the rectangular black gift box held together with a silk ribbon, Roman looked at you confused.

“Jeez, what is that? Is my mother’s head in there?” He asked as he watched you place the box on the dining table.

“I wish.” You chuckled, dusting your hands off on your dress as you looked into Roman’s puzzled expression, “Open it.”

Unable to even guess what could be in the box, Roman stood up and walked toward you and where it lay.

“It’s not gonna be anything that’s gonna pop out at me, right?”

“Oh my God, stop being such a bitch and open it already!” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder as you quaked with excitement.

Roman finally pulled on the black ribbon and slowly untied it, causing the sides of the box to fall apart and reveal it’s contents.

“Surprise!” You said, jumping slightly in place, barely able to keep your excitement to yourself as Roman took in the gift.

He just looked at the blood blankly, all placed in a row before him. His mouth hung open, but he said nothing.

“How did you get this?”

“Well, that’s the extra special part. It’s mine,” You gestured to the blood, “It’s all from me.”

Roman looked up at you, and the appreciation you’d thought you’d see written all over his face wasn’t there. Instead his face was red with anger.

“How could you do this? How could you be so reckless!” Roman raged.

Your heart sank with embarrassment and grief.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Like it? Baby, why would I like you taking your blood to give to me? Do you know how dangerous this is? Do you!” You cowered under his voice, lip quivering.

“I thought you would be happy, I thought I was helping. Now you don’t have to worry about feeding or hurting anyone. I can just give blood every now and then and give it to you.” You responded, trying desperately to mend the evening.

“How did you even do this? How did you figure this out?” Roman picked up one of the bags and furiously tossed it back down.

You furrowed your brows and took a step toward your boyfriend, “OK, so don’t get mad- well, don’t get more mad I guess… but I asked Pryce-”

“You asked Pryce?” Roman shrieked, his eyes bulging from his head.

“Yes! But it wasn’t his idea, it was mine. The whole thing was my idea and all he did was help me and make sure I was safe.” You said quickly as Roman paced the length of the table in front of you.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that stupid little prick and rip his cock off and shove it down his throat!” Roman bellowed.

“Ro, it’s not his fault,”

“It is! He let you do this! Indulged you! He fucking put a needle in your arm and touched you!” It was then that Roman finally zeroed in on the small circular band aid on the inner crook of your elbow and his face passed its red hue into bright crimson.

“Pryce never touched me! He had a lab tech help me.”

“Then I’m killing the tech, then Pryce, then everyone in that fucking nut house of a lab who knew this was happening and didn’t tell me!”

“Stop!” You shouted over Roman’s angry rant, “Enough! This wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own, apparently. I fucked up, I can see that now. But I honestly and truly thought you would love this. That you could be satiated from my blood and never worry about where the next source would come from. But hey? Guess I was wrong.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you turned on your heel to leave.

“(Y/N),” Roman called after you but you stuck up your hand to silence him.

“No, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll see you in bed.” And you walked up the stairs to leave your boyfriend stewing in his own ire.

Stripped from your dress and lingerie, you lay under the thick covers of the bed and mindlessly watch some old re-run of a sitcom. It had been well over an hour since you had left Roman in the kitchen and each second he stayed away was another second of heartbreak and humiliation. You still weren’t sure why Roman had blown up the way he did… sure it was risky, but nothing that you couldn’t handle. You were a grown fucking woman who knew her own limits. You had picked up the supplements Pryce had prescribed you and you had been feeling perfectly fine. If you ever started to feel any effects, you knew you would head straight to Pryce or your primary doctor.

As another commercial break washed over the screen, Roman opened the door to the bedroom and peeked his head inside.

“You OK?”

“No.”

Roman sighed as he came fully into the room and shut the door behind himself, leaning against it.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the scene down there…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should have asked you first if you would have been OK with me doing this for you.” You slumped your shoulder into the mattress.

Roman just watched you.

“I just… Roman, I really thought you would like it! I thought you might even be grateful. I really meant what I said downstairs, I would give you a star if that would make you happy, I really would. And I thought helping solve your feeding problem would make you happy, and it didn’t, so I’m sorry.”

Still Roman stayed silent, just studying you, wrapped in a coil of thick blankets. He soon walked toward the bed and sat on the corner, his back facing you. He hunched over and placed his head in his hands, gently shook it side to side.

“I was never really even that mad at you, baby. Just at Pryce, I guess. And scared…”

“Scared about what?”

“Seriously? You’re going to ask that?” Roman glowered.

You kicked your foot out to the edge he was sitting on to jostle him, “Don’t be an asshole.”

He grumbled something under his breath that you sure was unkind before he continued.

“I was obviously fucking scared because this could go wrong, alright? You could get sick or stop clotting or something! I don’t know. I don’t have to be rational when it comes to your safety and health.”

You rolled your eyes at that comment, “I thought I was being rational coming up with this idea, Roman. In my head, this would solve everything. No more leeches or starving or worrying that you’ll kill someone when it gets too much!”

Roman looked back at you, his eyes intense as your cheeks heated with your outburst.

“I just-! Fuck,” He turned back around, bouncing his knee, “I don’t want you to do this for me and something bad happening. That’s it, that’s all.”

You frown and whisper his name, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And because you went to Pryce and not me… and that no one at my own fucking company told me about this. Fucking traitors.”

You shuffled your way out from the blankets and crawled your way toward Roman, placing a gentle hand to his shoulder to gage his reaction before you moved to hug him.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise. Pryce told me where to buy some vitamins to keep me healthy and they have been working. I won’t continue if I start to feel sick. And if by some chance I do, you will be the first person I tell.”

Roman says nothing at first, but you knew he heard you. You placed a few simple kisses to his shoulder and wound your arms tighter around his waist, snuggling to him.

“I want to know the second you start to feel anything less than fantastic, OK? If you feel faint or nauseous or even if you have a fucking headache, alright? I’m not fucking around here.” He replied firmly.

A smile spread across your face and you pressed it to his skin, “Of course, baby. No more secrets ever again.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Roman trailed off with a sigh, but leaning into your touch.

“You know,” You started, moving around his neck to see his face, “I thought the idea of you drinking my blood was very romantic. Maybe even erotic.”

Roman moved to give you a quizzical look and you only grinned wider.

“Something about giving myself to you fully, running through your veins, letting you have all of me, you don’t think that’s romantic?”

Roman’s lips began to pull into his signature smirk, “I think I was little more taken by your erotic comment.”

You giggled and playfully bit his shoulder, “I don’t know, I think about watching you drink it… about you covered in it and knowing it’s from me,”

Roman was quick to grab you and manhandle you around him and into his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, smirk persistent as his hands explored your body.

“Yeah… knowing you drink my blood, my cum, that you’re the only one who knows my taste… it got me all hot, baby.”

Roman groaned deep in his chest as he dug his fingers into your hips, twitching his hips up against you and making your eyes flutter.

“My baby, my girl,” He hummed, leaning forward to ghost his lips over your own, “You drive me absolutely wild.”

“All better now?”

Roman just chuckles, grinding you down onto him.

“And you’ll drink the blood?”

“Yeah, fine,” And he finally kisses you.

You knew that he was playing it off now like it was nothing, but the honesty you had shown him, and the utter devotion you had just pledged, meant something to him. It meant everything to him.

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anastasiaskarsgard · 3 years

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A part 4 to the cheating office fic, reader leaves Roman for 4 months and one day she stops by his job cause she’s friends with the receptionist And Roman sees her and begs her infront of everybody to take him back which she does.

So this little nugget came from this one:

https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/635373957656297472/i-suddenly-remember-your-piece-about-romans-long

Which was a continuation of this:

https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/184745815831/you-catch-roman-fucking-a-girl-in-his-office-and

So now that we are all caught up... on with the show!

We cannot skip the escape!!! Part 4 is the same day as part 3. It opens with Roman in his office, ordering the head of IT to report to his office.

“Mr Godfrey, I was told you had an urgent concern. What is happening exactly?” Christopher Chan, Head of the Godfrey corporation Network security.

“Just the man I wanted to see. I’ve come to the decision to trust my girlfriend, and take her off of 24/7 surveillance.”

Chris looked uneasy, knitting his eyebrows together as he considered how to respond to the sudden change of heart. After the amount of time, money and effort that went into gaining access to all her accounts, digital devices and installing hidden cameras throughout their home and in her vehicles, it seemed rash. But there really was no way to say so, without offending Roman, so it really wasn’t his concern how the brat blew his money. “Effective immediately sir? Do you wish to keep any of the surveillance of your home going for security reasons or revert back to the systems in place before all the additions to monitor your girlfriend.”

“Seriously? I just fucking said I trust my girlfriend, so obviously disarm anything put in to watch her. There was already security in place before I even knew her and it worked well enough so go back to that. Now get the fuck out and make sure nothing is discoverable and can come back to me.”

“Yes sir.” With that, Chris turned and hurried out of the office cursing under his breath. Taking shit from that asshole that practically failed public highschool and barely graduated, when he had a masters from MIT and graduated top of his class, was a hard pill to swallow. Sure he was paid handsomely for his discretion and abilities, but it didn’t make the thought of that prick being put in his place any less appealing.

Making his way down to his floor and grabbing a coffee on the way to his office, he decided he’d get some actual work done that was important to the company, before shutting down Romans little pet project. Just as he took a seat, there was a knock at his door.

Rolling his eyes at never having more than 2 minutes without someone bothering him he told whoever it was to enter.

“Chris. You might want to check on The scarlet raven.” One of the IT guys assigned to monitoring the girlfriend stated with an amused look on his face.

“No need. The scarlet Raven is officially no more. Mr Godfrey trusts her.” Chris replied as he booted up his computer and pulled up his designs.

“Well um.... I think you should take a look anyways cuz he may be jumping the gun. She’s packing suitcases and she’s called her sister, old best friend, purchased a plane ticket and had made 2 large transfers from her personal allowance account.”

That got his attention. “I will look into it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Go ahead and start the network analysis, I’ll worry about the scarlet raven until further notice.”

Chris watched as the young man closed the door behind him, and immediately turned to his computer to take a look. Popping up in a window, a clear view of the woman in question, loading her car with several large suitcases came into view. With the tap of a few keys he was able to pull up her phone history and internet browsing as well as her email accounts and financial transactions. It was very clear, she was finally making a run for it, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

He had never felt great about spying on the girl, and always dreaded the day, he’d have to tattle on her to her possessive punk ass boyfriend, but now he couldn’t have wished for any better timing.

Turning his attention back to the screen, he was concerned to see she was crying in the closet. It was like a train wreck, he couldn’t look away and he started to worry that maybe she was having second thoughts.

Steeling his resolve, he downloaded a texting app and got a temporary number.

Unknown: you deserve so much better than what you are getting staying with that dick. He still cheats on you, does drugs and neglects you. He has his IT guys spy on you, and loop his video feed when he needs you to think he’s not out cheating. Run! Run as fast as you can...

There. He could possibly sleep well, knowing he at least tried to save her. It was up to her what she did with that info.

Meanwhile at the mansion, the young woman stared down at her phone in pure rage. She could not believe Roman had been playing her for a fool even now. There was no reason to doubt this random person that she guessed was most likely one of the IT guys that felt bad for her.

Looking around, she tried to find the cameras or bugs but unlike the movies, nothing looked too obvious. Just as she’d given up and was making her way to the door, her phone rang. Peeking at the caller ID, her stomach dropped at the sight of Romans name.

Panic ripped through her, as she contemplated just ignoring the call. Sighing heavily she accepted the call, knowing that if she didn’t, he may very well come find her and she wasn’t gone yet.

“Hey babe! How is work?”

“Much better now that I get to talk to you. I love you.”

She had to stop herself from scoffing and telling him off, but she gritted her teeth and smiled as big as she was able, hoping it’d sound nicer as she replied “not as much as I love you.”

“You’re the best. I don’t deserve you.” He purred into the phone. “Tonight I’m going to take you out to a nice dinner. Be all ready at 6 and I’ll pick you up ok?”

Too bad I won’t even be in the same state she mused to herself. “Okay will do. I can’t wait till you get here. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

She hung up the phone and shuddered.

Walking out the front door and not even turning around for a last look, she made her way to the airport, elated to begin her new life without a certain asshole disrespecting her at every turn.

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axwalker · 5 years

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The Trade: 2

Synopsis: This is an AU where the monarchy in Cordonia doesn’t longer exist and it has been replaced by a republic. It’s set in the final stages of the presidential race with Senator Liam Rhys competing against Fidelya Governor Godfrey Karlington. To assure his son’s victory, Constantine makes an arrangement behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats, she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But what does she really feel?

Masterlist: HERE

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get very dark. None for this chapter though.

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my mother tongue. I appreciate all comments and feedback.

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Pairing: DrakexMC, LiamxMC

Drake stepped out of the shower and turned on the TV. A towel around his waist, he sat on the edge of the bed and switched the channel.

“Good night everyone, I’m Anna de Luca and today in Politics weekly, we’re going to talk about the lasts updates of the presidential race with political expert Donnie Brine. Hi Donnie, we’re happy to have you on the show tonight. Tell us, what do you think of our candidates so far?”

“Hi Anna! Happy to be here. Well, we all already know Governor Godfrey Karlington and his conservative politics. He represents the old ways and rules Fydelia with an iron fist. Personally, I think the most interesting candidate today is the young and charismatic Liam Rhys, a new face in the political map, but well ahead in the polls.”

Drake arched his brows and laughed to himself. -New face?- Liam was a great candidate, the best one, but he was certainly no newcomer.

“New face?” Ana asked echoing Drake's thoughts. “Please, Donnie. We all know Liam is the son of ex-president Constantine Rhys and that he comes from old Cordonian nobility. He’s hardly a ‘new face’. However, I’ll agree that his rapid popularity growth is worthy of attention. Now, as a political expert, tell us: Is it true that he intends to surround himself with young politicians?

“Apparently this is all true, Anna. He’ll form his cabinet with his closest political allies, otherwise known as the “Brat-pack” of Cordonian politics, all being sons and daughters of either rich men and government members as Miss Hanna Lee or old noble houses as Sir Rashad Domvallier.”

“Can you give us a sneak peek of his cabinet?”

“Of course, Anna! I’ll give you the name of those we are sure he’ll appoint if he wins:

For Secretary of Treasury, he’ll appoint Bertrand Beaumont, he was Governor of Ramsford and his family have had ties with the Rhys for hundreds of years.

In Education, he’ll name Hanna Lee. Miss Lee is the youngest person that has ever directed Cordonian University. She has won world recognition for her research in educational methods.

In Foreign Affairs we’ll have Kiara Theron, the also daughter of the prominent judge Hakim Castelraillan, was our representative in the UN for two consecutive years and speaks 6 languages fluently.

The Secretary of Defense will be Capitain Olivia Nevrakis, a decorated top army officer.

Rashad Domvallier will be the head of the Department of Commerce, his bold business deals have brought a lot of money to the most prominent companies in Cordonia

And for some experience he will appoint Ex Supreme Court Juge Hakim Theron as the Attorney General and Landon Ebrim as the Minister of Agriculture” Donnie concluded.

“Well, all in all, not a lot of surprises, Donnie. As you said it before, it will be an incredibly young cabinet. Cordonian people should be happy that they’ll have Senator Ebrim and ex-judge Theron to babysit. Now two questions remain. Do we know who he’ll name as his chief of staff? And, more importantly: Who’s going to be his number two? Do you think he’s going to run with his brother, Valtorian Senator Leo Rhys? Or is that too much nepotism even for Cordonian standards?”

“To answer your first question, rumor has it that he will name his assistant, the man that’s been with him his whole career: Mr. Drake Walker. It is an important position, let’s hope that Mr. Walker is qualified for it, after all, he is not a real politician. As for the second question, his number two is the big enigma here, Anna. We know that a double Rhys ticket is the ex-president’s dream, but we are also aware of the Senator’s lifestyle, and I don’t think that the public opinion would approve of him running with the young candidate”.

Drake turned off the TV. Fucking vultures, they would love to see Liam fail just so they could feast in his loss. They didn’t care that he was the best candidate, much more than that fossil Karlington would ever be.

He opened the curtains and looked through the window, it was a sunny Sunday, his day off. He was wondering what to do when his phone rang. He saw Max’s photo on the screen.

Preparing for over the top excitement in three, two, one… he picks up the call.

“Draaaaake! You answered!”

“Yes, Maxwell. What do you want?” He sighed “Wait, is Sunday morning so I assume you need me to go get you at the beach because you woke up naked, surrounded by peacocks, with a horrible hangover and no memory of what happened last night. Am I right?”

“Heyyy Drake! Not all parties end up like last week’s party!” Max laughed

Drake rolled his eyes. “No, you’re right, sometimes you wake up naked in a garden surrounded by pigeons, or with a hippo tattoo you have no recollection getting.”

“Actually, I just wanted to invite you to lunch to thank you for picking me up last week, buddy,” Maxwell replied.

Drake sighed in exasperation “I’ve told you one hundred times NOT to call me buddy. And lunch is the minimum you can offer me after I saw you naked. I’m scarred for life, I hope you know.”

“He! You’re just jealous of my attributes, and jealousy is not a good color on you, Drake. You pick me up at 12…ish?

Drake growled at the phone “I’m starving; I’ll be there at 12 sharp.”

When they arrived at the restaurant at 2 pm, it was so crowded the waitress had to sit them at the bar.

As Maxwell stepped outside to take a mysterious call, Drake immediately noticed a beautiful girl in the stool next to Max’s. She was a tall brunette, with huge brown eyes and a beautiful smile. The short red dress she was wearing uncovered her long, tanned legs and hugged her curves in a way that made Drake blush.

Slightly disappointed, Drake noticed that she was talking to a guy in a blue suit. When he was about to move on and order another whiskey, he heard a very familiar voice:

“Sooo, as I was telling you, my family is very rich, they own the Sartorini brand, a very famous, very luxurious, very expensive brand of men shoes, among a lot, and I mean a lot of other things. You have heard of my family of course.”

Drake rolled his eyes.

“Of course,” He heard her answer, and he couldn’t help but notice a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “The problem… uh…Tariq was it?” Drake was smiling to himself “Is that I have it as a personal rule not to date very smugly, arrogant, conceited men. It’s a pity really, I can tell we really could’ve hit it off”

“Are you making fun of me bitch?” Drake was ready to intervene when he heard her answer.

“Wow, it took you 30 seconds to go from charming prince to creepy pig, a real record. Now if you excuse me, I’m really hungry. Have a good afternoon.”

Tariq got closer to her but as he was facing the girl and not him Drake couldn’t see what he was doing. Unfortunately for Tariq, he found out soon enough.

“I suggest you take off your filthy hand of my thigh right now if you don’t want to end up severely injured!” She seethed.

Tariq took a look at her slender figure and laughed. “By who? You?”

“No, me” Drake had decided to intervene “You heard the lady, Tariq. Get out of here.” Tariq’s face went white as he apologized.

“Oh! I’m sorry Drake, I didn’t mean to disturb her, I didn’t know you were with her… I…I... I’m leaving..” He sighed, visibly scared, leaving the bar immediately.

The girl puffed “Typical creep, he doesn’t even apologize to me, but to the man with a savior complex, who no one asked help from in the first place”

Drake arched his brows: “Sorry lady, I know Tariq, and he never would have left you alone. Anyway, have a nice lunch.”

The girl bit her lip feeling guilty, he was only trying to help her after all, and not that it mattered but he was very handsome.

“No, I’m sorry, you were only trying to be a good person”. She moved to the stool next to him while Max was still talking on the phone. “Let me buy you a…what are you drinking?”

Maxwell arrived just in time to hear the last sentence: “Whiskey! It is like he doesn’t know any other beverages. Can you believe that he has never tasted a Cosmopolitan??!!” He said grinning. “I’m Maxwell Beaumont, he’s Drake Walker and you’re…”

“I’m Elena, Elena Ortiz. Nice to meet you both” She grinned, and Drake couldn’t help but noticed what a beautiful smile she had. It felt like she’d be able to light an entire room with it. “And don’t worry Drake, me too I looove whiskey” That time she joined a little wink to the smile and Drake felt like he was actually melting.

“Hi… Magda” She said reading the waitress's name in her uniform “Can you bring us three glasses of Knob Creek, please?”

“Where are you from? You have a bit of an accent” He heard Maxwell ask her

“I’m American Maxwell, from New York”

“Please, call me Max. Is how all of my friends call me and I can tell right now that you and I are going to be great friends”

“How long are you staying in Cordonia, Elena?” Drake hoped she couldn’t hear the expectation in his voice.

“Oh… for now I’m just visiting, I haven’t thought very far ahead”

“Oh, I would looove to show you the highlights of our beautiful country,” Max said, smiling with excitement. “But I have a date tonight, so I can’t. Drake here, on the other hand, is a free as a bird today, aren’t you Drake?”

Since he met him as kids Drake had imagined one thousand different ways to kill the ever-annoying Maxwell, but at that moment, he could’ve kissed him.

“Actually, yes I am. I could show you some spots in the city that aren’t in the guides. What do you say?”

Elena grinned back at him.

“Maybe … where are you taking me?”

“You’ll have to trust me Elena, but I’m thinking you’ll like it”

“Trust you? I’ve known you for like a minute and a half. What if you murder me and hide my body on your baseman forever?

“Heh, that… or I’ll show one of Cordonian’s most beautiful sights while we drink some good whiskey. I guess you’re gonna have to take your chances.” Drake didn’t know why he wanted so desperately her to trust him.

Elena looked deeply into his eyes. She didn’t know why she felt so safe around him, maybe it was his gaze, intense and bright; looking at her longingly now.

“Let’s go!”

Drake took Elena to a beautiful beach next to Cordonia city; he showed her a little cove he visited when he needed some time far away from all the politics and plots.

“Drake! This is beautiful. It makes me think of my favorite spot in New York, next to Orchard beach. I go there whenever I’m feeling that I need some time for myself or to think about something.” She let out a small sigh.“Sometimes life can be too complicated”

Drake could hardly speak, completely lost just by looking at her. The gestures her hands make when she spoke, the elegant curve of her neck, her beautiful smile, and overall those big brown eyes, almost black. They were shinning now, enjoying the view, but there was something else in them; something unreadable…Pain, maybe?

“Do you feel like that often?” Drake asked, avid to know everything about the beautiful stranger next to him.

“You have no idea.”’ She turned to look at him. “But enough about that. What’s your story?” She gave him a flirty smile that almost made Drake’s heart stop. “Do you bring here all your dates?”

Drake gave her a cocky smile. “Ha, good to know this is a date” She blushed in the most adorable way. “In fact, if you have to know you’re the second person I bring here, and the first one was my sister,” he said hoping she didn’t ask a lot of questions about Savannah.

“Oh, well is an amazing spot, but I was promised some excellent whiskey and I’m not seeing any.” He grinned taking out a little silver flask from his pocket and handing it to her.

“You’ll never taste anything better.” When he watched her take a sip and then lick her lips, it took everything he had not to kiss her, but for some strange reason, for once he didn’t want to go to fast with a woman. “So?”

“It’s not Knob Creek but is not bad.” She moved closer to him, hoping he would make a move, it was her last day of freedom and she really liked him, much more than she should. Drake was looking directly at her with his chocolate eyes, and a sexy smile in the corner of his mouth.

“What’s in your mind? You didn’t stop talking all the way here and now you’re very quiet”

Drake was a stranger, she would probably never see him again. However, his strong, steady presence invited her to confide in him. Without a second thought, she blurted out, “I was thinking that I can’t be the person I want to be.”

“What do you mean you can’t? What old are you, like 24? You can do whatever you want Elena.”

She shifted her position to watch the ocean. “25, and no, I can’t. Forget it, you’ll never understand”

He gave her a small smile, he definitely understood. “You mean that you feel trapped in a life that you don’t know how to live anymore but you have no fucking idea how to get out of?”

She looked surprised “That’s exactly it. You have the same feeling?”

He sighed looking at her with a bit of regret in his eyes. “I’m in a job that I hate, very far away from the life I pictured for myself when I was a kid”

She took his hand, feeling an immediate spike of electricity run through her arms “If you hate your job that much, why don’t you just resign?”

“I hope it was that easy, but it’s not. My boss is also my best friend and I owe him and his family everything. He’s asked for my help and I can’t deny it… so here we are”

“Wow, you make it look like the mafia, Drake. Maybe I should be scared” She said teasing him and he smiled.

“Well, actually it’s not that different from the mafia, that I can tell you. But maybe after this job is finished, I’ll be free to do what I want”

“And that is…?” He could see she was genuinely curious.

Drake took a long swig of whiskey. “It seems like a ridiculous child’s dream when I say it out loud, but I love horses and animals in general. I would’ve like to be a veterinarian, instead of going to business school”

“Well maybe someday… you’re young too, there is no reason you can’t make that happen”

“Now that you made me spill my guts, you have to tell me something about you. Why do you feel trapped?”

She also drank before answering. She didn’t want to ruin the mood by confessing the truth.

“Let’s say that I’m in the middle of a very awful business deal, that I can’t undo”

He looked at her quizzically. “What the hell does that mean Elena? Now is you who’s talking like a mob family member”

“He! If only…” She moved even closer to him, boldened by the whiskey and the confidences they’d shared. “But that’s enough of sad little secrets”.

Elena gave him a very inviting smile and he suddenly realized that she was impossibly close to him. He could smell her scent, delicate and fruity. Her brown silky hair had a cherry fragrance, that was inebriating him much more than the whiskey he had drunk. When Drake saw her dark eyes looking directly at him, he didn’t doubt one more second. He took her face with both his hands and kissed her. She had never been kissed like that, it was sweet and passionate at the same time. With longing and tenderness, desire and reverence all at once. Elena could smell his scent, something woody and musky and it drove her crazy. His tongue was entering her mouth looking for hers, delicately at first then more and more passionately, until they had to come out for air. He didn’t need much because almost instantly he was kissing the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and there he was ravaging her mouth again.

Suddenly, the spell was broken. They were brought back to reality by the incessant ringing of her phone.

“Sorry Drake, I really have to get this” He saw her walking away a few meters and talk to someone, visibly affected by it. Her features hardened, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she seemed different, sadder, gloomier. Drake saw she had ended the call but remained in place, so he went to her.

“What was that about Elena?” He asked softly stroking her left cheek with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… it’s just that I’m gonna have to go back to real life tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to.”

“I thought you were in Cordonia indefinitely …”

“It’s complicated. Can you bring me back to the restaurant? A car will pick me up there.”

“I can take you to wherever you’re staying, Elena”

She gave him a rueful smile that tugged his heart. “I rather not, thank you.”

“This is the last time we will see each other. Isn’t it?” Drake asked, sadly.

Elena could feel the tears. Tears of sadness for everything she’d always wanted but never would have. Tears of joy for the moment she just shared with Drake, as briefed as it was. Tears of regret for leaving him despite all the possibilities that he held.

“Yes …it was the last time”

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Dear reader,

I must caution you about this next chapter. This is the chapter where we continue to explore creepy undertones pertaining to Olaf as a character. If you are not comfortable with reading about predatory behavior, comments ranging from vague to slightly explicit (on the topic of these predatory behaviors), a young girl being restrained, a young girl being threatened, physical violence against a minor, threats to a minor, or vague to slightly specific comments about pedophilia, a creepy fuck stroking a young girl's hair, cheek, and leg... I would suggest skipping specific parts of this chapter. Since this time around it's spread around the VIOLET half of the chapter (although a few vague hints could be found in Klaus and Sunny's section).

Please read with caution. If anything becomes too triggering or makes you too uncomfortable I am happy to summarize in vague details (when going over certain parts) so you are still able to follow the story. Please if you can't read this chapter in its entirely, I will be more than happy to explain the events of the chapter in a less descriptive way.

_______________________________________________________________ Friendly Reminder:

I, Susan, the author of Misery Loves Company also wants to make it abundantly clear that THE TOPICS/TRIGGERS IN THIS CHAPTER are things I frown upon entirely. I do NOT condone pedophilia at all, whatsoever. And I believe it is NOW in my fic that I will say this: if you ship the disgusting vile mess of a 'ship' that is Violaf...I would prefer if you stop interacting with my page, my story, and any of my works. Just because I put it in my story does not mean I condone it. I am using it as a element to explain why this sort of shit is WRONG.

If we are being abundantly honest, it is these segments that I have the hardest time writing and editing. It is a long, hard process and it never gets easier. No matter how vague the comment Olaf or even Esme make is, it is never easy. It makes my blood boil, my skin crawl and my stomach churn.

I don't feel right saying 'enjoy' because this is a tough pill to swallow.

So read with caution. Let me know if you feel I went too far or if you just want to comment like normal. I am not perfect. I am open to criticism. I just needed to make sure all my readers understand where I stand on the topic of Count Olaf's creepy ass infatuation to Violet.

Read with caution. Love the support you guys have given this fic.

-Susan.

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Chapter Fifty:

The One With Violet's Close Call

Klaus and Sunny paced around the small medical closet that they were currently hiding in. They had decided to be paranoid and barricade the door on their end so no one would enter their hideout. Before doing so, Klaus opened the door just a bit so he can peek around the hall and locate the security cameras. He feared that Olaf would catch them simply because he could be watching them on security cameras. After they blocked themselves in, Sunny explained to Klaus that she planned to watch the bottom of the door and she’ll notify him if she sees anyone’s shadows.

Klaus and Sunny were worrying about being recognized by anyone because of the ridiculous lies that had been written about Violet and Klaus in The Daily Punctilio, so the two Baudelaires knew that whatever they planned to do in order to save Violet they had to make sure they were undetected by not only the hospital personnel and patients but by Olaf, Esme, and the troupe who were undoubtedly lurking around the hospital in their ridiculous doctor costumes searching for the two younger orphans.

As the children paced around in silence, both siblings’ minds were racing. “We’ve got to rescue Violet and get out of this hostile hospital,” Klaus said aloud. He was talking more so to himself than Sunny, but Sunny replied anyway.

“But how?” she asked. Klaus sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Both siblings were trying their hardest to concentrate on their situation at hand. Both trying to ignore the fear that was lingering with them. Both were also focused on what Jacques Snicket had said.

Klaus ran his hand through his hair anxiously as he thought about the Snicket file that resided in his pocket next to his sister’s father’s wallet.

There’s a survivor.

Their trouble is over.

They were going to be okay.

They just had to find their mother.

Klaus sighed. He felt a bit bad when his mind focused on the possibility of his mother being the survivor, it was nothing against his father. Truth be told if his father was the survivor, he’d be equally as happy. He just...desperately wanted his mother.

He didn’t understand if there was a survivor, why weren’t they searching for their kids? He knew that his parents would be fighting tooth and nail to reunite themselves with their children. His mother and father were two kind, attentive, supportive, and loving parents. He gave a small smile as he imagined being reunited with his mother again, being able to feel her arms around him in a big bear hug as he feels her warmth and feels safe. His smile widened as he imagined his mother kicking Olaf and Esme’s ass for everything that they had put the kids through.

Sunny paced around the small room, walking in a different pattern than Klaus. She glanced around at all the supplies that were in the room, every so often glancing at the door to make sure that no one was trying to get in the room that she and her brother were hiding in. She took the small yellow ribbon out of her hair as she carefully twisted her hair into it, tying it out of her face. What would Violet do? She asked herself as she tapped her finger on her chin as she thought hard. She glanced over at her brother, who seemed lost in his own thoughts. She took the opportunity to open Violet’s locket again, she wasn’t entirely sure what this would do, but she felt like she needed to see one of her parents’ faces especially after the bombshell that Jacques Snicket had given the children during his briefing of the Snicket file.

She looked at the picture of her mother holding baby Violet and smiled. She missed her mother entirely but as she stared at the picture in her older sister’s locket, Sunny couldn’t help but frown when she thought about her father. Staring at the picture of her mother holding a baby girl in her arms reminded Sunny so much about how their mother used to hold her and sing to her whenever she was fussy. How her mother would clap enthusiastically when Sunny used a new word. She sighed as she ran her finger over the picture of her mother. All these memories made Sunny miss her mother, but they somehow made her miss her father more. She didn’t get to see any pictures of her father as often as she would prefer. The kids had two pictures of their parents stuffed away in Klaus’ pockets along with other documents and important scraps of paper the two younger orphans had been collecting ever since their unfortunate events had begun. So when Sunny gazed down at the photos in her sister’s locket, she wondered where in her world her father could be. Was he looking for them? Was it difficult for him to locate his children because they kept moving? She remembered spending afternoons with her father, who would be entertaining her with his poetry recitals. Sometimes he’d put on a show for Sunny, act out a silly poem or if he was reciting a serious think piece, he would analyze the poem with Sunny and even though she didn’t entirely understand what her father was saying all the time, she was happy. She never understood why Klaus would groan outwardly when their father would run up behind him and somehow still lift him up, ready to recite another poem of John Godfrey Saxe. She found it both entertaining and informational. She frowned when she realized that her actively thinking her father was the survivor meant that she wasn’t rooting for her mother. Like her brother, Sunny had nothing against their mother. She would be equally as happy if it were Beatrice who had survived the fire. But Sunny couldn’t shake the fun image of her father randomly showing up and kicking Olaf and Esme’s asses after putting the kids through all of this bullshit. Sunny smirked wickedly to herself when she thought about what her father might do to Olaf when she told him about what Olaf did to Klaus.

Dada…?

Mommy?

Where are you? Your babies need you.

As both siblings thought about the survivor of the fire and wondered where in the world the survivor could be, their faces turned sour simultaneously when, like clockwork, they both thought the same exact thing.

What if Lemony was the survivor?

Both siblings were blissfully unaware that they were thinking the same thing as Sunny bit her lip nervously and Klaus sighed miserably. Both too lost in thought to ask the other what was wrong.

What if Lemony was the survivor? As the two Baudelaire orphans thought about it...it made sense, didn’t it? For the survivor to be Lemony? The file was called the Snicket File, although Klaus had reasons to believe that it could have been named that simply because the star of the film was Jacques Snicket and Sunny could have guessed that maybe the makers of the film deliberately wanted to name it that just to cause this level of confusion. But again as the two orphans thought about it...their worries began to skyrocket. Jacques was Lemony’s brother, it would make sense that he’d investigate his brother’s death rather than their parents. But that wasn’t what was gnawing at the fragile minds of Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire. What was gnawing viciously at their minds was one question.

What would happen to them if Lemony was the survivor?

Obviously, if Lemony was the survivor, this meant he would be reunited with his daughter. Both siblings sighed at the same time as they came to this realization. It was the first time that the table had turned and it was the Baudelaires feeling excluded rather than Violet. Both didn’t know what would happen to them if he were the survivor. Lemony had no obligation to Klaus or Sunny. He was not their birth father and he had not raised them.

Would he go through the trouble to adopt us? Sunny pondered.

He wouldn’t leave us to fend for ourselves? Klaus wondered.

Truth was the kids just weren’t sure. Although they had met Lemony Snicket on a few occasions, they didn’t get the pleasure in actually getting to know him, seeing that every time they had seen him, he was in disguise just as Olaf was and the situation was always too tense and dangerous where there was rarely ever a moment in time where the kids could have had a decent conversation with the man who was desperately trying to help them. Klaus remembered the brief conversation he had with Lemony back when the kids lived with Josephine and Lemony was disguised as Steve Barkin, how he mentioned having a daughter and tried to convince Klaus that he was a good big brother. But other than that, Klaus didn’t know much about him.

The Baudelaires could easily assume that Lemony would be a decent human being, as he was before he had died and he would adopt the children either officially or unofficially depending on what he sought as best with his complicated circumstances. But he didn’t have any obligation to the Baudelaire children. As much as they hoped that he would take them with him and Violet, he could just as easily take Violet and abandon the two Baudelaires. The children wouldn’t be surprised, by this point in their sad story, they were used to it.

Now they both knew that if either one of their parents was the survivor that they would take in Violet immediately. No questions asked whatsoever. But they were able to come up with that conclusion very easily because they knew their parents. They knew their parents wouldn’t hesitate to gain a relationship with their estranged daughter. Violet was Beatrice’s biological daughter and had fate not intervened, she would have been raised by Bertrand, which would have made their father her father as well. They knew their father would not hesitate to have another child even if that child was not his biologically, that’s how great of a man Bertrand Baudelaire was. The two siblings also knew that if their mother had the chance to simply lay her eyes on the powerhouse force that her eldest daughter was, she would recognize Violet immediately as her child and would rush up and grab Violet and probably never let her go as she sobbed and apologized for things out of their mother’s control. Because they both knew that their mother was a decent and amazing woman.

Both siblings imagined for a second, how life would have been like had Violet never been separated from their mother and father. Klaus could imagine all the siblings' arguments and bonding moments that he and Violet would have had had she been around. He imagined how holidays would have been and how normal days would have been. Would he and Violet be closer? Would they have grown to hate each other? He pondered to himself. He slowly smiled, he had a feeling that being raised alongside Violet would have simply made him idolize her more as a big sister. He could see his younger self rushing into her room when he was scared of the loud thunderstorms outside instead of his mother and father’s room. He could see her building them a small little fort where they could pretend that the storm couldn’t get to them because Violet had built the shelter with the full purpose of making it stormproof even if the fort was made out of the most basic of materials like blankets and pillows. He could see her wanting her to sit with him during his first optometrist appointment instead of his father. He could see her beating up schoolyard bullies for him and just doing all the things big sisters do. But as he thought about it...he didn’t give the negative aspects even a thought. He knew big sisters were supposed to relentlessly tease and annoy. He knew that they were the only ones allowed to pick on their younger siblings. He knew growing up with Violet could have been different when it came to the family dynamics. He would never have had all of his parents' undivided attention, he would have had to fight Violet for it and he had a feeling he would have lost that battle a lot. He knew that if Violet had been raised alongside him that he probably would have been compared to her a lot because that’s what parents do. But he didn’t care. He wouldn’t have minded if life turned out like that.

Sunny, on the other hand, thought about how if Violet had been raised alongside her and Klaus that Violet would have been there the day that she came home from the hospital. She would have probably been like Klaus, teaching her how to talk, read, and walk. She wondered what else Violet would have tried to teach her. Sunny smiled as she imagined how family game nights would have gone with Violet’s addition. How chaotic that would have been with the five of them duking it out over Uno or Monopoly. Sunny had a feeling if Violet had been there from the start, that she would have been able to see the treehouse that she and Klaus shared more often. Klaus wasn’t entirely fond of it because it was getting too old and he felt as though it was dangerous to be in there but she knew that Violet would have made it a special project to fix it up for Sunny.

But as the children thought about this alternate timeline, they both felt bad for taking Lemony out of the picture and it brought them back to their worries that if it was so easy for them to do to him...how easy would it have been to do for him? And as they went back to pondering about whether or not Lemony would help them if he was the survivor, the children felt a mixture of emotions.

Cause with Lemony, Klaus and Sunny wouldn’t be able to entirely blame him if he were to take Violet and leave. Hell, they wouldn’t blame Violet for giving up on them and leaving with her father if she wanted to. The Baudelaires both feared that Lemony and possibly even Violet would finally see the two orphans as far too much trouble. Which as they further thought about it, it made perfect sense as to why the kids could be described as ‘too much trouble’.

No matter what Violet tried to tell them, the siblings knew that they were the reason Lemony was dead. They were the reason that Violet got sucked into this misfortune. Even if Lemony was the one who had decided to come out of hiding with the hopes of helping them survive Count Olaf. They cost him his life and if he turned out to be alive and would rather stay clear of the danger magnets that they have been proven to be. They couldn’t...and wouldn’t fault him. They were also the reason that his brother was now dead. And there was no mistaking that on Sunny’s part.

Sunny knew Jacques was dead, she was forced to witness it with her own two eyes. Sleeping at night was difficult these days for young Sunny Baudelaire, although whenever she was able to cuddle up with one or both of her siblings, she felt safe enough that she could sleep and she found that when she was in the warm embrace of one of her older siblings it was as if a barrier is put around her and the harmful images of Olaf murdering Jacques couldn’t enter her head and torment her.

But Klaus didn’t need to witness Jacques’ murder to know he’s dead. He saw Jacques’ dead body being rowed out. Both children shuddered as they thought about the fact that Olaf had killed possibly two men in his wicked pursuit of them and now he had their fourteen-year-old sister in his clutches.

Both felt sharp pangs of guilt as a wave of sick, cruel realization poured over them when they realized that they were the reason why Violet was kidnapped and whatever Olaf was doing to her was on them. Klaus felt this pang of guilt harder than Sunny had because he knew what Olaf’s sick intentions with Violet were and he didn’t act fast enough to convince her splitting up was the worst thing the trio could have done. He hadn’t fought her hard enough to exit the mail chute and he allowed Esme and Olaf to take one of his sisters.

Klaus felt a few sharp pings of worry hit him as he thought about his doubts. The longer it took for him to come up with a plan, the more time the kids had to get caught and even if that didn’t happen it was more time that Olaf had Violet in his clutches. Klaus knew that he couldn’t let him and Sunny get caught because he refused to make Violet’s sacrifice fruitless. He also couldn’t let them get caught for obvious reasons. He knew Olaf wasn’t going to leave the hospital without all three kids. So he and Sunny merely had to avoid getting caught in their attempt to rescue Violet.

Klaus watched as Sunny did another routine check of the door. She watched for a few moments just to be extra cautious. He gave a small smile as he watched her walk-in tiny circles, tying her own hair. Klaus had a special sense of pride as he thought about how much Sunny had grown since that day on the beach when their lives first changed for the worst. Sunny was out of her infancy and was in the beginning stages of her toddlerhood and she was surely showing it. She was walking on her own and even talking in sentences for the most part, completely able to articulate her thoughts. Even going through everything she had been through, Klaus could see Sunny growing up into a chaotic mix of both of her parents. She had the best qualities of both Beatrice and Bertrand. Hell, Sunny had her moments where she reminded Klaus so much of Violet, like right now, as Sunny paced around silently, untying and retying her hair with her small yellow ribbon. The thing that surprised him the most about Sunny was that even after failing her so many times, she still believed in him so much. He didn’t understand why though.

Klaus felt tears spring to his face. You are the absolute worst brother in the world. You can’t protect them.

He turned quickly and glanced at Sunny once more. He couldn’t help but think this way. Violet was definitely the better big sibling for Sunny. She was proving it right now by being Olaf’s captive while allowing Klaus and Sunny a chance at an escape. While Klaus was hiding inside a large closet desperately trying to figure out a plan to save Violet. Sunny had definitely surprised him when she had compared him to Violet positively. That’s something he ever really did, always feeling inferior to his older sister especially when it comes to how they both were at being an older sister. ‘You are the best big brother I could ask for’ Sunny had said when she compared him positively to Violet. Then she had told Klaus that she loved in believed in them both.

Klaus’ thoughts shifted just slightly when he also remembered what Sunny now knows. His blood boiled and he felt the desire to punch a wall angrily. How dare Olaf haunt his baby sister with the gory, gruesome details of the pain he had caused her older brother after he had desperately tried to save her back when they were still in that bastard’s ‘care’. Olaf had absolutely no right and Klaus knew he only did that to try to scare Sunny and that made him even angrier. He hated the fact that Sunny now felt guilty about it even though he did not have a single reason to blame Sunny.

Klaus turned to Sunny, sighing, finally breaking the silence.

“We have to rescue Violet before it’s too late,” he explained to Sunny.

“But we don’t know where she is,” Sunny countered, although she nodded her head in agreement.

“ Violet must be somewhere in this hospital. Otherwise, Olaf and Esme would have left by now. He and Esme are probably hoping to capture us to,”

“Then we have to find her,” Sunny replied turning to her brother. “But how?”

Klaus sighed. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Olaf is watching us through the fucking security cameras and the rest of the hospital might recognize us from the bullshit Daily Punctilio.”

Both children looked at one another depressingly. They both wondered just how long Violet had had that photo of them hidden away in secret in her locket that now rested on Sunny’s chest. They both knew that they needed to act soon because they both did not like the idea of Violet being in Olaf’s clutches. Before either one can further the conversation they could hear an approaching crowd of cheerful singers.

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders. “Hide within crowd?” Sunny suggested as Klaus picked her up quickly.

“Better than nothing.” Klaus agreed. “We’ll just have to be extra careful today,”

Sunny nodded emphatically, a word which here means ‘as if she thought being extra careful was a good plan,’ and Klaus nodded emphatically back as he quickly unbarricaded the door, listening for the crowd to be right outside the door before exiting the room. Both Baudelaire children felt less and less emphatic about what they were doing as they waited by the door. Ever since that terrible day at the beach, when Mr. Poe brought them news of the fire, both Baudelaire orphans had been extra careful all of the time. They had been extra careful when they lived with Count Olaf, and Sunny had still ended up dangling from a cage outside Olaf’s tower room. They had been extra careful when they’d worked at Lucky Smells Lumbermill, and Klaus had still ended up hypnotized by Dr. Orwell. And now the Baudelaires had been as careful as they could possibly be, but the hospital had turned out to be as hostile an environment as anywhere the two children had ever lived. And as their hearts were beating faster and faster, they heard their opportunity to exit the small room and hide within the cheerful VFD.

“ We are Volunteers and we’re cheerful all day long! If someone said that we were sad, that person would be wrong. Tra-la-la Fiddle-dee-dee Hope you get well soon. Ho-ho-ho,” the members of VFD sang as Klaus hurriedly opened the door and forced him and his baby sister into the direct middle of the crowd.

“Could we have some balloons?” Klaus asked.

“Of course, brother!” Brandon said patting Klaus’ shoulder. He handed Sunny two balloons and gave the children a confused look. “Where’s the older sister, brother?” he asked confused.

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another. “She’s under the weather,” Sunny explained quickly.

“I’m sorry to hear that!” Brandon said cheerfully as he tied a balloon gently to Sunny’s wrist. “Give her this heart-shaped balloon! And to get well soon!” he said smiling. “Ooh, that rhymed. We should add that to the song somehow.” he addressed the other members who were all smiling and ready to partake in the singing again.

Sunny maneuvered the balloons to cover both her face and her brother’s face as Klaus carried her trying his best to sing along to the song so that the volunteers would allow him and Sunny to stay in the group. The song and the singing were too cheerful and annoying for Klaus to truly enjoy this plan. But what better place to hide than among people who believed that no news was good news, which means they don’t read the newspaper.

To the children’s relief, the volunteers paid no attention as Klaus and Sunny glanced around desperately looking for any signs of their big sister or Olaf and his group. As they followed the group from room to room, both Baudelaires concluded that this might be the best way for them to search the hospital. Maybe Olaf had disguised their sister as a patient since he was disguised as a doctor.

The children went into several rooms, watching as the Volunteers Fighting Disease ignored real ways to help the hospital’s patients and they cheerfully sang their song oblivious to exactly how useful or helpful they were being. They saw a man with both legs in casts and a woman with both arms in bandages. They watched a member tie a balloon to the woman’s cast because she wouldn’t be able to hold it. They watched as the group ignored the patients’ request of a glass of water and for their nurse to be called so they could receive their pain killers. Klaus and Sunny wanted to help these people but they were too afraid of whether or not the patients had read The Daily Punctilio so as the VFD members ignored their requests, the Baudelaires regretfully did, too.

“If we visit each and every room of this hospital,” Klaus whispered to Sunny as the group exited the room to go to a different room. “We’re sure to find Violet,”

“Agreed. Although seeing sick people makes me sad,” Sunny replied.

“Same here, Sunshine.”

The next room contained a man that reminded them of Mr. Poe because he had a severe, nasty cough. As they watched the volunteers sing their song and hand the man a balloon, the children believed that a good humidifier would be more effective way to fight this disease than a cheerful attitude and the two were tempted to run and find a humidifier for this sick man, but they knew Violet was in much more danger than a man with a cough and again, they couldn’t risk being recognized.

On and on the volunteers marched, and Klaus and Sunny marched with them, but with every ho ho ho and he he he their hearts sank lower and lower. The two Baudelaires followed the members of VFD up and down the staircases of the hospital, and although they saw a great number of confusing maps, intercom speakers, security cameras which they made sure to avoid looking directly into, and sick people, they did not catch a glimpse of their sister. As they entered each room, nowhere, in any of the rooms that the volunteers marched into, was Violet Snicket, who Klaus and Sunny feared, was suffering more than any other patient.

“We’ve been wandering all morning, and we’re no closer to saving our sister,” Klaus whispered to Sunny, but Sunny didn’t reply. As Klaus marched with the volunteers up another flight of stairs as he carried Sunny, Sunny had focused on something that kept her eye.

“Shh,” Sunny whispered back.

“Why?” Klaus asked in a whisper.

“Bald fucker,” Sunny whispered, pointing as stealthily as she could ahead of them. Someone coming down the stairs, he was several steps above the kids and he looked to be running down the stairs in a hurry. “And Hook-Man.”

“What do we do?” Klaus whispered worriedly, realizing that if the bald man and the Hook-Handed Man were descending down the stairs, that they would have a good viewpoint advantage on the kids.

“Kiss the balloon,” Sunny whispered back as she shoved one balloon in Klaus’ face. He shifted Sunny so that he can hold the balloon in his face while she used one of the balloons to hide her face and the third one, that Brandon had intended for Violet to cover the top of her head. She hoped that if the bald man were to look over at the Volunteers Fighting Disease he would just see the top of Klaus’ head and assume he was one person rather than two, carrying three balloons.

The children’s hearts were beating fast in their chests as they continued marching in the middle of the group of volunteers.

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Violet opened her eyes and groaned in pain. Her head was throbbing from Esme slamming it into the hospital wall. She glanced around the room to find that she had been once again tied down to the gurney. She felt tape once again around her mouth. She tried desperately to kick her feet but to her surprise, Olaf and Esme must have tied her ankles to the damn gurney, too.

Nonetheless, Violet struggled as hard as she could trying to make some kind of noise in a desperate attempt to get someone to rescue her. She didn’t have much time to struggle, though because the door to the room began to open. Her heart dropped.

“I’m just saying, Boss. Your name could use a little work,” The Hook-Handed Man explained.

“What do you mean? It’s fucking brilliant,” Olaf growled, rolling his eyes.

The Hook-Handed Man looked at him incredulously, “Really?” he asked. “Dr. Medical-School?”

“Like you could’ve come up with anything better,” Olaf muttered annoyed.

“You could’ve said literally anything else. Like...House...or Howser?”

Olaf growled again. “Watch the door,” he ordered his henchman as he turned towards Violet.

Violet’s heart sank further as she watched the Hook-Handed Man’s facial expression change almost immediately. “B-but don’t you need my hooks…to tear her to shreds?” the man asked meekly. Violet gave both men an intense glare.

“Just wait outside the door,” Olaf hissed as he watched his henchman turn around unhappily and walked outside the door. Violet glanced down at the bottom of the door to make sure that the man hadn’t entirely left, thankfully for her, she could see the shadows that his feet made as he stood in front of the door, guarding it against anyone who would try to enter.

Olaf walked menacingly towards Violet. He glared down at Violet. Violet glared back at him with daggers. She refused to show him fear or weakness so she was hoping that she looked more intimidating than she felt seeing as though Olaf most definitely had the upper hand.

Olaf reached down, grabbed the edge of the tape and pulled it off Violet’s mouth as quickly and painfully as he can. “You fucking bitch!” she hissed.

“Comfy?” he asked her, smirking at the helpless girl.

“Fuck off,” Violet hissed, still glaring at him. “Klaus and Sunny will find me.”

Olaf merely shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe they will...maybe they won’t. I mean I’m counting on it. Can’t let those brats live after causing me so much trouble.”

“You fucker,”

“But you see, if I were Klaus...I’d do the sensible thing and leave this hospital with that bucktoothed brat,”

“Well, it’s a good thing Klaus isn’t a damn thing like you, then.”

“Well, what do you expect to happen, Violet?” Olaf asked as he began to pet her hair. Violet moved her head vigorously, trying to move away from his touch. “I mean...if I had the option to save my real sister or some desperate little girl who just wants to belong...I’d save my sister.”

Violet’s glare intensified. “I am their real sister, you fucking piece of shit.” she hissed as he smiled down at her. The way that he was looking at her, made the pit of fear in her stomach grow.

Olaf rolled his eyes as he grabbed the edge of the gurney harshly. Causing Violet to flinch. He smiled at her reaction. She responded just how he wanted her to. “You know, Violet, it doesn’t have to end this way…” he muses slowly walking around the gurney. Violet tried her hardest to keep her eyes glued on him, to make sure she could see him at every second. But as he circled her like a shark circling its prey, she was feeling dizzy. “I see the way you roll your eyes at the mere mention of VFD.”

Violet shifted her gaze to where he had stopped moving. He was standing behind her head, she glanced up at him, still glaring but behind her eyes, she knew that fear was starting to show. She had no idea what he had planned. “I may hate VFD. But I despise you!” she hisses.

“I’m flattered,” he says as he caresses her cheek. She shudders under his touch. She whimpers softly, violently trying to move her arms and legs, to break her restraints but as Olaf watches her struggle, his smirk widens and her heart sinks further into her chest which Violet didn’t know it was possible. “But you don’t mean that…”

“Oh, believe me, I do!”

Olaf smirk widened. “You know...it’s not just VFD that is to blame for what you’re going through…”

“I know it’s…” Violet began before Olaf interrupted her.

“Your dear father...may he rest in ashes.” Olaf snarled leaning closer to Violet’s ear. Causing the girl to shrink to the farther side of the gurney as much as her restraints would allow.

“ Fuck you!” she screeches as she continues to struggle more.

“And...Beatrice…” Olaf added, he watched as Violet’s face turned from one of unbridled anger to pure sadness. ‘You know…” he began, his voice becoming gentler but not in a comforting way. His voice became patronizing and belittling, but softer in volume. He walked over to the side of the gurney once more, kneeling down so that he no longer towered Violet but he was nearly face to face with her which made her move her head as far away from him as she could. “Beatrice hurt me, too. You’re not the only person that she hurt.”

Violet couldn’t believe her ears, was Olaf truly trying to pin her misfortune on her birth mother. Was he trying desperately to shift the blame from himself and VFD to her parents? She continued to glare at him as he sighed. He caressed Violet’s cheek again.

“Since you’re such a pretty girl…” he explained. “I’m willing to give you a chance to join me, Violet.” He watched as her expression changed to one that he couldn’t read. He couldn’t tell if she was considering it or was entirely shocked by his mere suggestion. “Together...we could destroy VFD once and for all. All you’d have to do is two simple things... for me.”

Violet’s stomach churned uncomfortably as she grimaced. She didn’t know what he meant by that last part but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. She looked up at Olaf, her glare still present but her fear was coming through so it wasn’t as intense as it had been. Olaf took that as a sign of her already considering his offer before even hearing what she’d have to do.

Olaf continued to caress her cheek as he spoke, Violet tried her damnedest to move her face from his touch but he, unfortunately, had the advantage. “Would it be so awful?” he asked. She looked at him with a face full of confusion and discomfort. “Would it be so awful to spend the rest of your life...with me? In my troupe...at my side...at my beck and call? I’ve seen your inventions, you could be very useful to my troupe, unlike those pesky Baudelaires.” He leaned in close to her. “Think about it, my pet,” he whispered into her ear as he stroked her cheek. Her skin felt like it was crawling and her blood was boiling but she was beginning to feel paralyzed under his cruel touch. “We could burn down this organization together!”

“...keep...talking…” she replied meekly, narrowing her eyes. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this. But at this point, she’d do almost anything to help her siblings escape from Olaf’s treachery.

“When you’re of age, you give me your fortune,” He began. “You see, once I have your fortune...I wouldn’t dispose of you like I would that irritating bookworm and biting brat.”

She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was still more interested in her stupid fucking money than what she had been expecting for him to say. Although the second part of that statement was one that she didn’t really like. She would rather an option where Olaf didn’t dispose of Klaus and Sunny. But when Violet weighed her options on the financial part of his offer, there was barely any hesitation. It was just money. Who the fuck cares? She thought. The only thing I care about right now is my siblings. But as she opened her mouth to respond, she remembered he had said there were two things he needed her to do for him. Fear came crashing in once more as she began to expect the worst.

“And...what else?”

“You help me lure those bratty Baudelaires so I can destroy them.” He replied smiling wickedly at her.

Still surprised by his answer, since that was not where she believed he was going with this conversation. She took the time to weigh her options. She took into account everything that Olaf had said up to this point. Since the day that Violet had the absolute misfortune of meeting this vile and terrible man.

Finally, Violet smiled and in the most enthusiastic voice she could muster up she said, “Of course, I’ll join you!”

Olaf smiled at this. He placed his hand under her chin, turning her face to make her face him. “Pretty and smart,” Violet responded with another rough shudder as she tried to move her chin from his grasp. But he held her firmly. “Now...all you have to do is tell me where those brats are hiding.”

Violet nodded and he let go of her chin. “Of course, I’ll tell you where they’re hiding!” Violet replies using the same over-the-top voice. “Now, when you capture them you can’t tell them that I told you.”

“Of course. Of course.” He replied, a Grinch-like smile appearing across his face. This was too easy. He thought. She did her best to motion for him to come closer so that she could whisper her siblings' location in his ear. His smile somehow got wider and far creepier as he began to move closer to her.

“Now listen carefully,” Violet replied as Olaf could no longer contain his excitement. He was soon going to have all three orphans to torture and do whatever the fuck he wanted to and what made this even better is that Violet was going to sell out her siblings and hand them to him on a silver platter.

As he got closer to her face, Violet gave the vile man, a quick, sarcastic smile as she spits directly in his face. “ Snickets take care of their own!” she screamed in his ear as loud as she could.

Olaf growled, a loud, inhumane growl as he slapped her across the face with as much strength as he could muster. “ You little bitch!” he screamed as her head shot to the side harshly. One cheek feeling the wrath of Olaf’s anger and the other feeling the pressure of being slammed against the side of the gurney. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she winced in pain. She could feel her right cheek was on fire. Olaf wiped her saliva from his face as he grabbed Violet’s face in his hand and roughly pushed her cheeks in, applying pressure to her jaw. She groaned in pain.

“Stop…” she whimpers.

“Snickets may take care of their own...but Baudelaires are known for betraying and abandoning their own…” he said, applying even more pressure to her face. She tried to pull her head from his grasp. “And I have this feeling that the bookworm is just like his mother in that respect.”

Violet tried to spit at him again. “ Fuck you! You motherfucker!”

Olaf growled once more as he slapped her again, with the same level of strength as before even if this time she was unsuccessful when she tried to spit in his face. She started to cry. She bit her lip to suppress her sobs but the effort was almost pointless when her eyes began to water. Her cheek was definitely on fire now and she was beginning to feel her fear of her situation take over. She watched as Olaf turned and walked over to a small sink that was in the room. He picked up a tray full of medical tools and began to examine the tools.

“Out of curiosity,” Olaf asked, back turned towards a vulnerable and terrified Violet. “Has the bookworm shown you what I’m capable of?”

“You mean how you cut him, you fucking bastard!” she hissed. “Sunny told me.”

Olaf chuckled at that, as he lifted a rather scary looking knife as he examined it thoroughly. Still not even looking at her. “You see, I could do the same thing to you, my darling,” he turned to her as he carried the tray and the scary knife with him back towards her. He placed the tray of tools on top of her. “But...you’re way too pretty for that,” he explains petting her hair once more.

“I’m not your darling, you sick fuck.” she hisses through the tears, fear, and pain. “Klaus and Sunny are going to find me. We’ve outsmarted you every fucking time. We will do it again.”

Olaf grinned as he waved the big, sharp knife around, stroking his finger carefully across it, smiling wickedly at it. “I don’t think you will outsmart me...no, not this time.” he hisses menacingly as he glared down at the helpless girl. Violet glared back at him, her fear being suppressed once more as she continually reminded herself why she had to survive this. “Have you ever hunted, Violet?”

“Of course not,” she spat back.

“Well…” he said as he put down the large knife on the tray. “If you had, you’d be familiar with a particular experience. There’s a particular moment, at the end of a long hunt, ” he explained coldly as he picked up a rather scary drill. Violet, being only fourteen and never going to med-school wasn’t completely certain what this device in Olaf’s hand was but if she had to guess it was probably to drill small holes in the skull to help neurosurgeons perform their operations. As he spoke, he used a tone that sent several chills down her spine causing her to shift uncomfortably and breathe heavily. “When you have the animal cornered. And the animal looks into your eyes... deep into them, to see if there’s any mercy in there.” She looked at the device with uncertainty and fear as Olaf turned it on. The man looked from her to the drill, smiling as he imagined using it on one of the children. “And when it sees that there is not…” he turned the drill off and smiled at it happily. “... it gives up...it gives it life to you. ”

He smiled wickedly at her as he placed the drill back on the tray that still laid on top of her. She could no longer help it, she was trembling as he spoke. He stroked her now severely bruised cheek as she felt tears springing in her eyes. “Well, I have you cornered, Violet, and I have no mercy .”

Tears began to fall from Violet’s eyes as her fear took over. Is this how Klaus feels like? She wondered as she tried her best to hold it in. But this was all too much. His tone, his words, his touch. She couldn’t take it anymore.

He smiled viciously as he wiped a tear from her bruised cheek. “Don’t cry…” he cooed. “Sooner or later the Baudelaires will fall into my trap and when they do…”

Violet’s tear-filled eyes glared at the villain as he mentioned her siblings again. She shook her head defiantly, unable to speak because she was using most of her energy trying to hold back her tears. He gripped the railing to the gurney harshly as he knelt closer to her menacingly. He got in her face as close as he could get, even after she had shrunk herself down as far as her head would sink into the single pillow that held her head up. She grimaced and winced at how extremely uncomfortable she felt with Olaf that close to her face. She wanted to spit in his face again but the intense heat she could still feel from her right cheek convinced her otherwise. Instead, she stared back at Olaf with a face full of mainly fear with a splash of anger and defiance. “And when they do…” he reiterated getting even closer to her face. Violet held her breath as he spoke due to how close he was to her. She could smell his rancid breath. She tried to turn her head so she didn’t have to look at him but he caught her throat with his hand and applied pressure to keep her head in place. “I won’t be satisfied with just your fortunes. This time, I will obliterate you and the entire Baudelaire line in the cruelest ways imaginable…” he hissed into her ear as he held her down. Her breathing became rapid and her fear spiked entirely. “Now won’t that be fun?!” he asked her in a patronizing tone as he gave her an open-mouthed grin, showing off his disgustingly dirty teeth.

Violet’s breathing became heavy as she gasped for air the moment he lifted his face even an inch away from hers. By the look on Olaf’s face, Violet knew that he knew that he was terrifying her.

“...l-leave them alone!” she cried struggling as Olaf removed his hand from her throat. “You have me!” she reasoned, her voice thick with fear. “I can get you both fortunes! Just leave Klaus and Sunny alone!”

He snickered. “I do have you…” he said smiling. “And what a treat that is,”

Violet trembled and began to struggle when she felt Olaf’s hand on her lower leg. She shifted uncomfortably. He grins at her, again, his hand trailing up to her knee agonizingly slow. Violet jerked her leg again. Fear creeping slowly into her eyes, paralyzing her to her core. She felt frozen as she felt his hand stroke her knee. Her heart was beating rapidly as she started screaming for help as Olaf clapped his hand over her mouth. She desperately tried to bite his hand as she tried to break free from her restraints. She looked around the room desperately, her eyes locking on the door. She prayed that someone, anyone, would walk in here soon and stop him before he was to do anything too heinous. He seemed to revel in her fear, probably because he rarely got to see it.

Olaf smirked again when he could see her face full of fear as she unknowingly was looking at him trying to look into his eyes for an ounce of mercy or humanity just as he described in his little speech that was designed to scare her. His smirk widened when he remembered the same look on Klaus’ face back when he first traumatized the young orphan.

He kept his hand at her knee, which was a small relief to Violet but she knew it was not because he had any mercy or humanity, it was merely because he was getting a kick out of her trembling in fear that he wanted to prolong it for as long as he could to further torment the poor girl. And why wouldn’t he? He believed he had all the time in the world. He had his favorite little orphan captured and in his clutches unable to escape or save herself and he severely doubted that Klaus was going to attempt another rescue mission after his first one had ended in his own pain, misery, and blood being spilled. Olaf believed that even if Klaus was brave enough to try to rescue Violet, he would fail miserably and then he would have all three children in his clutches. His to torture in any way that he seemed fit.

He glanced up at the terrified Violet, who looked from him to his hand attentively. Only staring at one or the other for a few seconds before shifting her eyes. She closed her eyes and pushed her head against the gurney as if she were ready to give in. She sighed heavily and as she did, Olaf and even Violet, herself, could hear the tremble in her voice. “...don’t...please don’t hurt them…” she cried, tears once again flowing.

He once again reveled and rejoiced in her misery and fear as he used his free hand to wipe her tears from her eyes again. “Didn’t we talk about crying?” he asked in a tone that was softer than his threats but was far scarier. “ Pretty little orphans shouldn’t cry…”

She jerked her head once more. She felt sick to her stomach with each second that passed by. She stared at the door, pleading within her mind for someone to barge in and stop him before he went too far.

“I mean...I could just keep you...and let them live,” he mused. She groaned depressingly simply because of the way he said it. It didn’t sound like he was contemplating her idea, it sounded like he was planning to use it against her. “But...you’d have to do something for me first,” he explained as he began to lift his grip from her knee. Violet shuddered violently, understanding fully well what he had been implying.

Violet’s eyes widened. “Stop fucking touching me! ” she cried through her sobs, desperately pulling at her wrists and ankles. She needed the restraints to loosen but unfortunately for her, it didn’t seem to be happening.

Olaf smirked down at her as he lifted the large knife. Violet couldn’t tell if the knife was, yet another, scare tactic or if this was really what he was going to do. Merely cut her up. She didn’t know exactly how to feel about that. She stared at the large knife, her breathing becomes rapid.

No. She told herself as she felt herself shake. He wouldn’t do that to you. He said it himself. You’re too pretty for that.

She involuntarily gagged at her thoughts. On second thought, I’d prefer if he cut me like he did Klaus.

She looked at the knife fearfully when he set it on her leg, applying slight pressure to it. She froze under his touch, too afraid to continue to struggle because she didn’t want to cut herself. “Oh, Violet.. .I will touch whatever I want. ”

Violet shuddered at both the tone that he used to say that and the double meaning she knew that the statement had. He stroked the knife against her knee with one hand as he lifted his other hand, keeping it above her thigh. Violet had a feeling she knew now why Olaf had wanted her in the hospital gown. As his hand hovered over her thigh, she pulled at her wrists violently ignoring the sharp pain that was affecting her wrists.

“ No,” she cried. She glanced at the door, practically begging with her eyes for the Hook-Handed Man or anyone else to open the door now! As Violet continued to struggle against her restraints, she decided that she’d rather not see what was to happen next. She closed her eyes tight as the door swung open.

“Boss! Boss! Come quick!” The Hook-Handed Man cried urgently.

Olaf groaned loudly as he dropped the large knife on the tray filled with medical tools that still laid on top of Violet. “Can’t you see that I’m busy with my pet?” he asked stroking Violet’s hair.

Violet whimpered and tried to move her head as she watched the henchman slightly shudder.

“This better be important!” Olaf hissed, turning his body and attention towards his henchman, glaring at him. Violet took this opportunity to lift up her head and quickly scan the tray of tools looking for something sharp to cut her restraints. She glanced around at all the big tools knowing full well that she couldn’t take one of those because she needed to be conspicuous. Her eyes locked on a scalpel that was laying at the edge of the tray. She quickly glanced up at Olaf, who was still distracted by his henchman and she quietly reached for the scalpel. She looked up at the henchman to see if he was watching her, but he seemed to be focused on something else. She carefully took the scalpel from the tray and cautiously hid it under her body.

“We just found the other brats!” The Hook-Handed Man reported.

“What?!” Olaf cried excitedly, his eyes widening and shining with pure happiness.

Violet’s eyes widened for an entirely different reason. “ NO!” she screamed. Her struggling became a bit harsher as she groaned and winced from the pain that was going through her wrists. “ Please!”

“The others are in pursuit right now,” he explained. “But we need your help catching them, sir.”

Olaf groaned. “Where’s Esme?” he asked. “She caught this pretty little thing for me...why can’t she catch the other two?”

“She’s busy doing her own thing,” the henchman replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Must I do everything myself?” he asks as he glares at his henchman.

Olaf growls knowing damn well that that meant Esme was more focused on getting her damn sugar bowl than getting him the remaining two orphans. That would explain why she hadn’t followed him into Violet’s room. Olaf turned from his henchperson back to Violet. He placed a cold hand on her bruised cheek. “Maybe our fun should wait until I have those pesky Baudelaires.” he hissed as he caressed her cheek. She shudders under his touch, he could hear her whimpers.

“ Please! Leave them alone!” Violet pleads, choking on her tears. “ They’re all I have!” She began to harshly pull at her restraints careful not to move too much where the scalpel could be seen or where she’d accidentally bump it off her gurney. She grunted and groaned in pain as she twisted her wrists and ankles this way and that.

Olaf smirked widens as he watches her. He takes the tray from where it laid on top of her and placed it back on the counter that was far from where her gurney was parked.

He turned to her and viciously hissed, “Oh, Violet. You have nothing.” he lifted up the big knife as he examined it again. He turned to his henchman. “Do you think this is sharper than your hooks?”

The man shrugged in response. “Actually, the duller the weapon the better. The more pressure that needs to be applied." Olaf muttered to himself loud enough for Violet to hear. “Hmmmm...maybe we can use this drill on the little baby,” he said lifting up the drill and turning it on once more. "What do you think, pet?"

This time the sound it produced made Violet’s ears and heart ache. She didn’t care imagining it being used on her but to be used on Sunny...she couldn’t bear it.

“ Please! You have me! You don’t need to harm them anymore!”

He walks back to her as he glances down at her. “Don’t worry, pet, I’ll allow you to see them one last time. ” The words hit Violet to her core as her heart was beating too fast. She tried to look into Olaf’s viciously shiny eyes for mercy but he was right, there was absolutely none especially when it came to her siblings. “I mean, how else could you witness their demise?”

“ Olaf! Please! No!” She cries. Her tone a mix of anger and desperation.

Olaf pats her on the head. “A fake doctor’s work is never done.” he shrugged his shoulders as he began to walk out. “Oh, and I wouldn’t bother screaming...in a hospital...screams are perfectly normal. Am I right?” He gestured around as if to tell Violet that no one had come to her rescue and the only reason he was leaving her right now was to go catch her siblings. “It seems like your self-sacrifice was for nothing. You just made them easier targets to catch.”

“ You listen to me you piece of fucking dog shit! Don’t you dare touch Klaus or Sunny!” Violet cried desperately. Her anger taking the forefront of her mindset. “ When I get out of these restraints, I will make you pay for everything you’ve done to them! And everything you try to do to them!”

He laughed at Violet’s threats as he walked back towards the door to follow his henchman, he stopped at the tray and lifted the big, sharp knife once more. “On second thought, this will be perfect for subduing those brats. They’ll both be shaking to their cores at the mere sight of this and then we’ll snatch them,” he explained cruelly to Violet. “Let’s go, Hooky.”

“ No...no...you can’t! Please!” She struggled violently. Her desperation and anger were fighting for the forefront of her mind. “ If you harm them...I will fucking kill you! You hear me! I will end you so quickly if you even dare touch even a hair on either one of their heads!”

Olaf put his hand up in the air and waved at Violet tauntingly. “ I’m so scared.” He mocked as he began to laugh maniacally. “ Don’t worry, my pretty little pet, I’ll be right back.”

Before she could respond, he closed the door behind him and his henchman.

“ No!” she shrieked. “ You don’t need them! You have me!”

But she didn’t get a response...not a single response. Her fear had her paralyzed. She had just had a really close call with Olaf and now the only reason she was relatively safer than she was just mere moments ago was that Olaf had left to chase after her siblings, who have apparently been spotted in the hospital. Violet knew she had to get to her siblings before Olaf and his troupe could. So as she reached her fingers to the scalpel that she had stolen from Olaf, she maneuvered the tool at the perfect angle and with her right hand, she began to desperately cut at her restraints. Glancing at the door, looking for anyone’s approaching shadows. She only hoped that everyone in Olaf’s troupe was focused on literally chasing down Klaus and Sunny only because she knew that if everyone was focused on them that means no one was paying her any attention whatsoever and that’s exactly the kind of distraction she needed to escape from Olaf’s clutches.

As she cut through her first restraint, Violet knew she had to find Klaus and Sunny before Olaf could.

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Completely Harmless Ch. 10

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Ten An Official Meeting

The next morning, the girls checked their saddle girths and tugged on hats. They checked each other’s hair to make sure it was in a nice neat low bun. Lily placed the potted Sterling Silver lavender tea rose bush in her saddlebag.

“Ready?” She asked the others.

“Absolutely not,” Regina breathed.

“What if she doesn’t like us?” Stacy looked pale.

They’d kept their make-up quite neutral, a light pink lip, light blush.

“Then, then, we’ll find someplace else,” Abigail said. “We can’t stay here,” she hissed.

They mounted up and two by two (Tyra, Pauline, and Linn had promised to meet them at the bridge) they rode out of the Moorland stables dressed in the purple of Silverglade Equestrian Center.

Loretta and Tan sputtered.

Justin trotted to catch up with Lily and Regina at the front. “You look lovely today, ladies.”

Lily raised a brow at him. “Thank you, young Mr. Moorland.”

Elsa snorted.

“May I inquire into the occasion?”

“We’re about to meet the Baroness,” Melody breathed. “Don’t make us more nervous.”

Justin narrowed his eyes. “Have you been keeping secrets?”

“We’re allowed to form a club. There’s a registry at Moorland Camp and everything,” Regina defended. “But we’ve decided on our own stable.”

“Away from Loretta,” Abigail shuddered.

Lily huffed. “This is really none of your business.”

“You’re leaving us,” Justin put a hand over his heart.

“Oh puhlease,” Elsa rolled her eyes.

“There are plenty of girls back at the Camp to flirt with,” Brittany said.

“And Loretta,” Abigail added.

“But I’m rather fond of you,” Justin said. “I can be most distressed.”

“And we haven’t officially moved yet.”

“Yet!” Justin waved a hand.

Lily sighed. “We can’t move without your father’s permission. We’re just meeting the Baroness today and seeing if she’ll give us permission to base our club out of the Equestrian Center. That’s all.”

“So you dress up in her favorite outfit and riding gear and,” Justin trailed off.

The girls defended themselves.

“We’re trying to make a good impression.”

“Show her we’ll follow her rules.”

“That we care.”

Justin held up his hands. “All right, all right. I apologize for giving you a hard time.”

Lily looked down her nose at him.

Justin looked ahead. He was silent a few minutes. “You really want to leave.”

“It’s not personal. We want our own club and our own space.”

“She’s not a bad person,” Justin said speaking of Loretta.

“And we aren’t her lap kitties,” Regina said tartly.

Justin cringed. “As long as it’s nothing I’ve done.”

He got a reassuring chorus of nos, and ‘we like you.’

Justin pulled off to the side before they left Nilmer’s to go into Silverglade proper. “Then, best of luck.”

“Thank you!”

“And this is all your fault.”

“You sent us to buy horses!”

Justin sighed deeply. “Fine, blame me then! I brought this upon myself.”

“You did!” Lily called over her shoulder, mock spitefully. They continued on their way.

“Poor Justin,” Elsa said in a monotone.

They burst into giggles.

“He really is such a flirt.”

“No wonder Loretta probably has the wrong idea.”

“And Alex.”

“And every other girl he comes into contact with.”

They giggled more.

“He is cute,” Stacy said.

Theresa huffed. “There has got to be other cute guys around Jorvik closer to our age.”

They continued to giggle. Tyra, Pauline, and Linn met them at the bridge. They slowed to a stop.

Regina cleared her throat. “Pauline, you should ride next to Lily. You’re our Vice President.”

Pauline’s eyes widened. “I am!”

“You are!” The other girls confirmed.

“But, but, I thought I was the race master.”

“You are,” they chorused.

“But Vice President too.”

“You know everyone,” Lily said. “And that’s what we need in our VP.”

Pauline flushed.

Everyone moved around.

“All by myself,” Melody sang in the back. “Don’t want to be all by myself.”

“Melody!” They groaned.

But there was giggling too.

They rode off again at a trot. Their entrance wasn’t perfect. They hadn’t practiced it. But they managed. They rode up to the front door. Lily and Pauline stopped in front of the waiting Baroness standing next to Linda. Behind them, the rest of the girls formed two lines.

They all dismounted and took off their hats, tucking them under their arms.

Lily managed a credible curtsey. “Baroness Silverglade, I am Lily of the Silver Drakes Riding Club. We specialize in eventing. We humbly request to make the Silver Glade Equestrian Center our home and make it beautiful again. I believe you may be acquainted with our Vice President and Race Master, Pauline.”

The Baroness’ eyes wandered over them taking in the outfits, the matching equestrian gear and their tasteful and elegant appearances.

“You may also know Tyra,” Lily said.

Tyra curtseyed. “Baroness,” she murmured.

“Our showjumping mistress, Linn.”

Linn flushed and managed a curtsey.

“Regina,” Lily said.

Regina stepped forward.

One by one, Lily introduced the girls and they stepped up and curtseyed. Once finished, Lily stepped back and picked the roses out of her saddlebag. “Baroness Silverglade, we bought this for you as a token of our appreciation for your fine facilities and beautiful horses.” She set the rose at the Baroness’ feet. “It’s a Sterling Silver Hybrid Tea rose.”

The Baroness impulsively reached out and touched the pale lavender petals. Her eyes turned misty. She cleared her throat and folded her hands together. “Girls, I am touched and, and pleased at your hard work. If you keep at this level, I’m sure you will do the Silverglade Equestrian Center proud.”

The girls struggled not to squeal. They vibrated in excitement.

Lily took out her folded paper. “If you’ll sign our paper, Baroness, your stables will have a dedicated riding club to look after your interests once again.” She held it out to the Baroness.

The Baroness took it with trembling fingers. She read it over and nodded.

Linda helpfully passed her the clipboard and pen.

The Baroness signed the bottom with a flourish and passed it back to Lily.

Lily flushed and took it. “Thank you,” she breathed. They had an official club.

The Baroness surveyed them with the air of a queen. Her heart, it was too full for words. She’d never thought she’d see the day when a group of young ladies, strangers to her and mostly to Jorvik, would eagerly volunteer to be the riding club for Silverglade Equestrian Center again. She cleared her throat. “Now, I believe you were building me a duck coop.”

Brittany glanced about and groaned. “They’re everywhere again, aren’t they?”

The Baroness repressed a smile.

The girls mounted up and headed towards the stables. A few minutes later, they came out dressed in gear appropriate for hard work. Half of them started on doing the stable chores like mucking out, feeding the horses, cleaning the parade ground, hauling hay, and getting the hay dryer started. The rest went in search of the wayward ducks.

Godfrey picked up the rose bush.

“The verandah,” the Baroness said gently.

“Of course, my lady,” Godfrey said with a smile. ‘Well done, girls, well done,’ he thought and the two retreated into the manor.

Agnetha contacted Lily through her phone. Lily had no idea how Agnetha had gotten her number. Apparently, Agnetha had ordered a composter and it was in pieces at Fort Pinta. She knew that Lily and her friends were going to get the Duck Coop, could they also pick up the composter. The Security Guard would be expecting them.

“At least it’s not James,” Tyra muttered. “He’d make you pay out the nose for holding it for a few hours and you’d have to check the inventory three times to make sure he didn’t take anything.”

Lily widened her eyes. “This is for the Baroness.”

“I’m not sure James would care,” Tyra leaned on her shovel.

“Then we better all go.”

“Sabine’s fired Linn for being disloyal,” Tyra said.

Lily snorted and rolled her eyes. “Sabine can rot. What a witch.”

“Not all witches are bad,” Tyra mumbled.

They mounted up and rode to Fort Pinta getting there around midmorning. The security guard was standing near their things. They thanked him profusely. He muttered about needing help.

They bit their tongues loaded up the crates onto the backs of the horses and rode back to Silverglade. Some adults needed to figure out the solutions to their own problems!

Both the composter and the new duck coop were kits. Kits with explicit directions and tools included. They split into two. One group went to search out Agnetha to find out where she wanted the composter and the other group convened behind the little temple building to clean up the area and start setting up.

The duck coop looked like a miniature version of the temple. It had a wide door so the ducks could get in and out. And coming out of the coop was an ironwork tunnel that led to a long black ironwork cage that ran alongside the temple. It had a triangular roof like the temple had too. This way, the ducks had someplace outside to go at night if they wanted to see the water. On the other side of the temple, they acquired old barrels from Linda that they filled with straw so the ducks had someplace to rest outside during the day.

They painted the temple coop white giggling how it even had a carved frieze of grapes and ducks in togas. The roof was the same red terracotta slate as the manor. They put out shallow Grecian inspired concrete bowls of food and water. The water bowl was deep enough that the ducks could get their heads all the way submerged. The ducks were investigating even before the paint dried poking their heads in the open coop door.

The girls high fived each other and took the hammer and things to the tack room to put with the rest of the tools. One never knew when one would need a hammer!

Agnetha directed them to put the debris into burlap bags she provided and start taking it down behind the manor to the new composter. Then, it was time to shovel out the reflecting pool. Agnetha wanted everything cleaned up before she started planting anything.

Plus, the pipes needed to be fixed. They couldn’t fix the pipes if the reflecting pool had dirt in it!

Agnetha didn’t stand around and watch either. She and Bjorn were right there in the pool with the girls handling shovels and filling bags to heave out of the pool to take to the composter.

Even with so many of them, the pool was large enough it took most the rest of the day. They broke for lunch and dinner of course. The new composter was getting a work out! Agnetha had bought the type that would make gas and thus, she and Bjorn would have gas to cook and heat their house with.

It was rather ingenious.

As they worked, the girls noticed that some of the ducks had taken to following them around. They tried to shoo them back to the coop that evening but the desolate quacks were heart wrenching.

Brittany picked one up. “You don’t think they were looking for us?” She stroked the duck’s head.

“But, but, they aren’t really pets.” Lily bit her lip.

“Maybe they are now!”

Regina sighed. “We can’t take them back to Moorland. We have no place to keep them!”

They put the ducks into the coop and shut the door.

“We’ll be back in the morning. Promise!” Brittany said into one of the windows.

The ducks waddled out into the tunnel and the cage trying to follow them.

“Okay, maybe they are pets.”

“That’s cool though. We are the Silver Drakes,” Grace said.

“Maybe we can give them little bows and hats,” Jennifer giggled.

“Oh good grief. Anastasia will give them entire outfits if we let her,” Lily said and pinched her nose.

“I’m exhausted.” Elsa said. “Let’s worry about if they want to be our pets in the morning. They’re safe.”

“Right.”

They rode slowly back to Moorland mumbling about sore arms and legs.

“This will get better, right?” Stacy rubbed her arms and legs.

“Supposedly,” Jennifer grumbled.

Thomas met them at the door. “Back again so late, girls.”

Lily winced. “Sorry, Mr. Moorland. Agnetha had us shoveling out the fountain.”

“Shoveling out the… fountain,” Thomas said. He shook his head. “And Agnetha is?”

“The Baroness’ new gardener. She’s a tough taskmaster,” Abigail explained.

“I hurt,” Grace groaned.

“We all hurt,” Melody muttered.

Thomas rubbed his neck. “I see.” He considered them. “I don’t like the idea of you riding back and forth every day, especially if you’re going to be spending a lot of time helping her.” He held up a hand. “You’re doing a good thing and I’m not about to stop you. But I’ve got to think about your health and the health of the horses. Let me call up the Baroness tomorrow and see if she’ll house you.”

“Oh,” Lily slumped in relief. “You’d do that. Thank you, Mr. Moorland.”

“Well, if you aren’t going to be at camp. You should be somewhere where someone can keep an eye on you. Jorvik is mostly safe. Don’t get alarmed. I just want to be sure you’re okay and not riding around in the dark or your horses getting spooked and the one hundred and one other accidents that can happen around horses.” Thomas reassured them.

“But the camp fee,” Jennifer said.

“I’m sure you’re earning your way over there and, I’ll make things right with the Baroness,” Thomas told them. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

The girls nodded.

“Now get clean and get some sleep. You all look absolutely knackered.” Thomas shooed them away with a wave of his hands.

The girls thanked him and went to put up their horses.

“It’s not fair of us to stay really,” Regina said.

“We aren’t even riding camp horses anymore.” Abigail said.

“We’re just taking up space.” Brittany agreed.

Lily sighed. “I still feel a bit bad.”

“Same,” Elsa said.

“Yeah, we sort of manipulated and engineered this and still, I feel bad. We should do something for Mr. Moorland for putting up with us. You know, a thank you.” Stacy said.

“We saved his stable from being taken over by G.E.D. and being bulldozed to the ground. What more of a thank you does he need?” Regina groaned.

“I dunno. A puppy?”

The girls giggled.

“I mean. We could give him a duck. We’ve got plenty.”

“A cat,” Elsa said.

They were far too tired. So, it was far too funny for what the joke really was. They laughed hysterically until tears rolled down their eyes.

Then, they got baths, and slept like the dead.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

#Star Stable #Star Stable Online #SSO #Fanfic #Star Stable Salt #Completely Harmless #jorvik reimagined #silverglade reimagined #many nods to ruth westside #ten chapters to fashion

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kaqeyamas · 5 years

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HOLDING MY OWN HAND

[ natalia dyer, twenty three, female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ jacqueline “jackie” buchanan ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ twenty three years ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ college student ]. I hear they’re known to be [ passionate & childish ] and [ impulsive & dependent ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ oversized sweaters, expensive liquor, matching lingerie, 90′s horror films ]. ━ [ ooc: summerlea, 24, est, she/her ]

WALKING ALL ALONE DOWN A ROAD

— it’s said that most people’s lives are predetermined before they even leave the womb, and jacqueline edita buchanan was living proof that sometimes it was actually true. the second child of katrina buchanan, born just a year and a half after her brother, caleb, jackie was a surprise, to say the least. having lost her husband eight months after the birth of their first child while in the line of duty, katrina had been forced to keep the household together, which resulted in the new mother taking over double shifts at a local diner to stay afloat on the bills, as well as keep food on the table for herself and her son. one night, she met a man by the name of joseph godfrey, a businessman from new york who happened to run a quite successful newspaper. the two hit it off immediately, and after a few months of weekend visits, katrina found herself pregnant with the child of a man who was already married. he made it very clear that he wanted no part in the baby’s life, though he promised to pay his dues and whatever else the woman needed. too proud, katrina declined, deciding she would raise their daughter on her own.

— the family struggled a majority of jackie’s life. her mother worked nights and picked up odd jobs around town to make end’s meet, working herself to the point where her children barely saw her, let alone actually knew her. It wasn’t until jackie was twelve that katrina lost her job, and at her wit’s end, afraid of losing everything she had worked so hard for, agreed to accept joseph’s money. it was more than enough to get by, and truthfully, the family wanted for nothing. especially jackie, being as he had set up a bank account for his only daughter, pending terms and conditions.

— much like his own sons in new york, joseph expected a lot of his children, and while he finally took an interest in jackie around the same time the checks began to flow, the young girl excited to finally have a father figure in her life, she quickly came to realize that he wasn’t like the parents her friends had. he had groomed his children for success, and despite the lack of presence in her life, he expected the same of jackie, equating success to love.

— jackie has always had bad grades, and she was prone to getting herself into trouble with a foul mouth and knack for underage drinking, and she’s never really been great at much, or at least that is what she has been convinced over the years since meeting joseph. no matter how hard she tried, she was never able to make him proud, something she desperately wanted to do more than anything else. still, the man continued to fund her credit cards as well as pay her college tuition when the time came, something he would hold over her head until the day she made his investments worth it.

— jackie was in her first year of college when she was officially diagnosed with fibromyalgia, something she keeps hidden from all of her friends, relying on the medications in her bedside table to keep fro being in pain each and every day. she’s ashamed of her condition, and feels as though it sometimes limits her, but she refuses to let anyone know because she doesn’t want it to define her. she doesn’t want pity or to be treating differently because of it.

— college was a game changer for the girl, finally giving her the opportunity to move out and become more of her own person. of course, she never shook the crushing feelings her father had left with her, still popping in on her life from time to time despite living in new york. jackie’s low self esteem was easily to blame for a lot of the decisions she made, most of them involving alcohol and boys. once she was old enough, or not, she had began seeking approval from anywhere she could find it, usually ending up in somebody’s bed for the night, or drinking until she couldn’t remember how she had gotten home. the older she got, the more she relied on these things, often finding herself in sticky situations.

— boys and bad grades aside, jackie has still managed to come out somewhat on top, a bubbly and ditzy personality lighting up nearly every room she entered. she has come to terms with the decisions she makes, comfortable with the parties she attends and the attention she craves. she’d grown to equate a man’s touch to love, and approval of any sort the way. she’s downright messy and still trying to figure everything out, but at the end of the day, the only thing she really wants is somebody to love her, and make her believe she’s worthy of it.

AND TELL ME I WON’T ALWAYS BE LONELY

high school / local connections :

— LUCY BIRCH, jackie’s oldest and best friend from high school. the two were two peas in a pod, creating trouble for the world every chance they found. too physical to just be friends, they have crossed the line far too many times, usually while drunk, and it has caused problems between them more times than they could keep track of, feelings complicated an otherwise effortless friendship.

— LENNON, under construction.

— CASSI, under construction.

— HAZEL, under construction.

friend / enemy connections :

—

romantic / sexual connections :

— WILLIAM BLOOM, life long friends. shared their first kiss at the age of twelve, at a middle school party. a complicated relationship with mixed feelings of longing and jealousy. now that they’re older, they’ve fallen into the routine of holding hands in public and shedding clothes behind closed doors. jackie is in love with him, but she’s terrified of what that means.

— ORION DEVINE, under construction.

— GABRIEL JOHNSON, under construction.

— KENDRICK HENDERSON, under construction.

— BEN JONES, under construction.

#crownsvilleintro #i finally started this; i'm still filling in the plots but i'm always looking to add more!!#bio #if i am missing any connections pls let me know i am DEAD TIRED

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goldguile-a · 5 years

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okay, claude’s childhood headcanon time. i got some sleep, i’m ready, let’s do this. under the cut because spoilers, of course-- and again, bits of this can be subject to change depending on any context provided from the black eagles, blue lions, or church route or even anything i’m forgetting. ...part of it also may go without saying, but let me live.

content warning for racism and prejudice, as well.

to set the scene for claude’s childhood, one must first take a step back and examine judith’s circumstances. her brother godfrey was presumably lucky enough to have been born with the crest of riegan, settling his future as the next duke riegan and head of the leicester alliance in stone. judith... was not.

her future consisted being married off to another noble house to bolster house riegan’s political presence and potentially produce another child bearing a crest. she never wanted that life, being a warrior at heart and a talented one at that, but no display of martial prowess could prevent her betrothal and marriage to the heir of house daphnel. seeking to return a crest to their bloodline after generations of their own never surfacing, they did all they could to secure that marriage.

and oh boy did judith hate her new husband. her new father-in-law was fine enough, but her husband saw her as nothing but a tool to elevate his status; a crest-baby bearing machine. judith avoided consummating their marriage at every turn, instead turning her attention to military matters and making a name for herself as the hero of daphnel. eventually, her ability was so renowned that house goneril requested her aid in a battle with the almyran forces. eager to escape daphnel, judith set out immediately.

when she crossed blades with nader the undefeated, sparks flew. recognizing a chance when she saw one, judith took advantage of this unspoken connection to spring a deal with nader and arrange the circumstances so that it would appear she went missing after the battle. in truth, she returned to almyra with him. despite the almyrans’ protests at introducing a woman from fodlan into their society the duo fell in love, and judith soon found herself pregnant.

and as her family had hoped when initially marrying her off, her son bore the minor crest of riegan.

with godfrey having started a family of his own and house riegan’s future at least secured, judith saw no reason to return. prince claude would be raised in almyra though being a bastard born out of wedlock, his claim to his throne would be shaky at best-- his leicester heritage making the public even more unwilling to accept him as their prince. his parents loved him dearly. judith taught him the sword, while he took to the skies with his father and the latter’s wyvern before he could even walk. he displayed an aptitude for the bow, much like the rest of his countrymen, and nader couldn’t have been prouder. their family was close and loving.

the people of almyra, however, were not pleased. from a young age, the little prince was treated differently. any kindness outside of his family felt as though it was given out of obligation, because their status or role in the castle demanded it. he would hear whispers about himself and his mother, and how those from fodlan couldn’t be trusted no matter how steadily relations between the nations were improving. these whispers would be parroted by castle children who didn’t know better, and took to lording their status as ‘full’ almyrans over claude.

at first, he tried to explain himself. his mother had come from a bad place, and his father showed her kindness by bringing her home with him. he would be rebuked with the comment that for all that ‘kindness’, nader never married judith. those savvy to castle gossip would point out that the entire relationship was an affair on the latter’s part. claude tried to point out that he couldn’t control WHO he was born from, but that did little to sway people either.

then, he tried yelling. he demanded people stop demonizing himself and his mother, because they had nothing to do with the age-old feud. this also did not work. in fact, it only incited more anger from those he debated with.

finally, he fought back. a child’s words became the straw that broke the camel’s back, and claude swung a punch. with battle being such a focal point in almyra’s customs the childish spat soon escalated into an all-out brawl every time claude’s or judith’s names were slighted, and only judith’s intervention put a stop to it.

unable to deal with the pressure, claude ran away from home at age eleven. he spent a week on the streets of almyra, watching those from other walks of life co-exist in the castle town and being amazed. in the castle, the social hierarchy was prominent... even if subverted entirely when it came to the two with fodlan’s blood in their veins. here in town? no matter who you were, you were equal. a baker and a blacksmith had the same level of importance, and were both treasured members of the community, even if one had moved recently from another part of almyra-- or even dagda.

they worked together, daily lives full of light and love and fun, and claude thought perhaps he could stay out here. if the nobility didn’t want him, fine. nader had siblings with children. surely one of his cousins -- full blooded almyrans -- would be a fine heir in his place.

unfortunately after claude told his story and his heritage was realized, the people in town were noticeably colder too. it wasn’t as bad as the treatment he received at the castle, not by a long shot, but... claude noticed. frustrated, he returned to the castle.

if explaining himself, yelling, and fighting wouldn’t work, he sought to protect himself with other means. he grew well versed in the art of trickery and scheming, always staying one step ahead of those in opposition to his general existence. he held himself at arm’s length from people, carefully weighing every option presented to him at every given moment and how it might reflect upon others and their own goals. he hid behind his natural charm and easy-going nature as a mask, assessing and acting as needed.

eventually, news reached almyra that the heir to house riegan, godfrey, had died. his daughter bore no crest, and with little time remaining for the current family head there was no heir. knowing this, judith reluctantly returned to fodlan with claude in tow.

at first, claude was hopeful. perhaps the people of fodlan would be far more accepting of those from almyra-- he was dead wrong. despite his crest, he had to prove to his grandfather (and the rest of the houses at the roundtable) that he was not a war-mongering savage before being legitimized. while his easy charisma and strategic exploitation of the attitudes of the nobles around him, he won many’s favour. still, rumours ran rampant about his potential status as a fraud. judith was forced to return to daphnel, and in his rage her husband refused to acknowledge claude. to keep the peace, the bond between mother and son was strained... though deep down, it endured.

it was decided claude would spend one year at the officer’s academy to ‘properly’ experience and learn the customs required of a leicester noble before returning to derdriu for further instruction to take over for his grandfather. he was legitimized, and the following year he was sent to garreg mach. the rest, as they say, is history.

#﹙✧﹚― ɪᴛ's ᴄʜɪɪ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ( ooc. )#﹙✧﹚― ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴜᴘ ( headcanon. )#long post //#DABS GENTLY...#i said i wanted to write this out so i did #fe16 spoilers //#fe3h spoilers //

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pennys-th0ughts · 5 years

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The Sunflower 🌻

After walking for almost half an hour I would finally find a hotel. The place was elegant and seemed to be very comfortable, it didn’t have so many luxuries as a five-star hotel and yet it was exactly what I needed. I stepped inside this place and headed to the reception to check in; the person in charge of such task was a young man with skinny complexity and a really pale skin as if he has never being under the sun, the freckles on his nose and cheeks made him look like a teenager and his unconfident attitude made things a lot easier.

– Good day, sir – he greeted me unsuccessfully trying to make eye contact-. Welcome to “The Godfrey” hotel ¿what can I help you with?

I put my luggage on the floor and rested one of my elbows on the counter, then fixing my blue eyes with his and forcing him to hold the look, I asked for a single room. The young man nodded in silence and took a book and began to write down my personal information on a new blank line, and then he requested my identification. Since I didn’t have any kind of identification on me I quickly checked the counter in search of one. Conveniently there was a driver's license at one side of the check-in book, I discretely looked at it, took my wallet out of my back pocket and I picked a small paper in good conditions and made my magic. The young man grabbed the paper which at his sight was a well-kept identification card; he checked the information in it and gave it back to me, then he made me sign a blank space on the paper sheet. Once the formality was done he turned around, picked up a key and hand it over.

– We hope you enjoy your stay with us, sir. Have a nice day and if you need anything, please, use the phone to ask for room service.

I nodded with a slight smile, grabbed my things and took the stairs. By the time I got to the second floor I was almost in desperate need of a shower and something to eat so I got inside my room, left my belongings on the bed and picked up the phone to order a menu. While waiting for the food I took the cellphone and checked if I had something new like messages or calls but I fortunately didn’t. I thought it would be a good idea to let Emilee know that I was already in town so we could arrange the time of our future meeting so I called her. To be honest I was starting to feel a little weird, my forehead was moist and the palms of my hands were getting sweaty. “¿What is this?” was the first thing popping up in my head, and then the tone went silent followed by this girl’s voice.

– ¿Hello? – She answered as if she has just woken up.

– Hi, Emilee. It’s me, Robert – I said hi trying to sound excited.

Some seconds passed and then I clearly heard her voice going from shy to excited in a blink of an eye.

– Oh my god, Robert. ¡You are finally here! – She exclaimed-. ¿What hotel are you staying at?

We spoke for a couple minutes and I told her where I was staying, minimal details of my trip and some “inexistent” issues I had with my cellphone the day she tried to call me. For some reason I managed to make her believe that and get away with it in a pretty neat way. Guess she was too thrilled about the fact I was so close now. We decided when and where we would meet; we finished the call and right after that someone knocked at my door saying that was it the room service I asked minutes ago. The maid waiting behind my door was a woman in her mid-twenties; she was holding some kind of napkin in her forearm, and with the other, a little cart with the food tray. Her expression was friendly and cheerful. I stepped aside to clear the path so she could enter and leave the food on the table, as she did, she respectfully greeted me. I said hello back, gave her a two-digit bill as a tip and invited her to leave. The less we talk the better. She wished me a good lunch and closed the door behind her almost in slow motion.

I sighed relieved after eating a big piece of meat with some rice, it didn’t taste like the kind of meat I was used to eat but at least it will prevent me to look at Emilee with other intentions. Fresh and bloody flesh was my weakness and even more when I could eat it right from its source. In the first years I lived under Derry I carried the same human-daily-basis diet for the next hundred and eighteen years, and then I switched to animals when the police began getting way too suspicious about my presence. I kept the same menu until it turned out into a habit, the pros were better than the cons so I limited myself to them so I could live in peace. For a while it worked out perfectly until I started feeling the need to eat human flesh again and also find the perfect vessel for my seed. When this girl showed up I saw the perfect opportunity and I wouldn’t let it go so easily, I had to do my best to conquer her heart and most importantly, her body.

After some minutes of mentally wandering and imagining how I would achieve my goal, I snapped out of it and looked at the time, I had only a couple hours to take a shower and get ready for the date. Somehow I knew I would have to be properly dressed so I packed the best clothes I had, a pair of black shoes and a red tie. Once I got out of the shower I got dressed, combed my hair and put my shoes on; standing in front of the large mirror I looked at myself for the first time in a long time and I really liked what I was seeing. My hair was long and I got surprised about the real length it had since most of the time I had it with its tips pointing up in, as many would call, a silly hairstyle. Its peculiarity was part of my costume and I never really minded people calling my hair ridiculous, after all, they sometimes barely had the chance to say something when they ended up in my mouth.

The gray lead suit fit nicely, it remembered me those dark gray clouds when the sky was about to unleash a fierce storm, those storms you hardly forget and need to take refuge. I liked what the mirror was reflecting. This time I will be the storm.

I picked up the cellphone, put the wallet in my back pocket, grabbed the keys of the bedroom and left. I took the elevator and pressed the ground level button, once in the lobby, I walked through it heading to the door without first saying goodbye to the young man on the reception table with a wink. He widened his eyes and waved his hand with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment on his face.

The meeting point wasn’t so far from the hotel so I headed there on foot, on the way I would buy something for Emilee since it would be a nice gesture and a never-falling ice-breaker for those moments when silence turns uncomfortable. I knew what her favorite things were and what she would like so I got her a flower, a very cute flower. Fortunately I got there before her so leaned on a light post to wait until I saw her. She was exactly how she described me she was, or at least, to this man Robert. She wasn’t tall not short, her height was nice and her body captured my eye at first sight. Her hair was straight and dark with a delicate purple lock in one side, her face, slightly round as the moon was framed by cat-eye like glasses. She was wearing black jeans, a pink t-shirt that left her bellybutton uncovered and a brown coat that reached her knees. Her way of walking was innocently seductive, her smile was contagious and her plump lips were an invitation to be bitten. I unconsciously bit my lower lip when my eyes got fixed on the piercing she was proudly wearing in her navel; I was biting myself so hard that when the pain began it made me snap out of it. I breathed in deeply and got a grip of myself before she could notice it; I cleared my throat and waved my hand to let her know that it was me. As soon as she spotted me, her smile widened and her walk accelerated.

– ¡Robert! – She almost yelled careless-. ¡I can't believe you are finally here!

The joy reflected in her eyes was such that made a smile burst out on my face. She ran the few feet in-between us and hugged me by the neck. Her floral perfume smacked my face filling my nostrils completely; I closed my eyes and hugged her back as tenderly as I could. There is when I felt it. The perfume was doing a great job at hiding it but her hormones were raising high and they were even a more exquisite and powerful perfume. It costed me a lot to swallow but I made my best to hide my desire. Emilee let go of me and I took the chance to hand her the flower over.

– I thought you might like it…

– I love it, Robert – she said admiring the sunflower she was holding with both hands as if it was made of glass-. This is my favorite flower since I was little girl. It brings me back good memories…

I tilted my head while listening at her carefully, she was a bit agitated but that didn’t took away the excitement she was feeling and made her look even cuter. Suddenly she stopped talking and smiled at me looking a little embarrassed because of that, I raised my hands and shook my head so she knew I didn’t mind. I offered her my hand and invited her to lead the way to the place she wanted to go first, we had a long night ahead and it was just getting started.

– Let’s have something for dinner first – she suggested-. Then we can go and take a walk if you like.

I agreed to her plan and asked her to point the best place to get something to eat; she grabbed my hand and took us there. Lou Malnati’s pizzeria was just a few blocks away from our meeting point so we headed there according to Emilee’s review of the place. She had told me she liked pineapple pizza very much so fulfilling my little girl’s cravings would be a plus point for me.

Eight pm and Emilee couldn’t stop talking. She was so eager to tell me about her life that as soon as she finished her four slices of pizza she began her non-stop talking. In between anecdotes, jokes and stories, the bottle of red wine was getting empty. I had never drank wine before and yet alcohol didn’t affect my reflexes but Emilee was getting a little drunk. I paid the bill and helped Emilee to stand up so she could use the ladies room for one last time and then we left. For her safety I thought it would be a good idea to take a cab to her place. On our way she asked me not to leave her alone and she passed out.

– Looks like your girlfriend is pretty wasted ¿uh? – The cab driver said looking at Emilee through the rear-view mirror.

My eyes began turning yellow and narrowed in a menacing way that made this man to look back at the road again. Once we got there I paid the ride and following Emilee’s barely understandable indications of where the keys were, I took her inside the house. I closed the door behind me and locked it, put her things on the living room table and took her upstairs. There were some dim lights on so getting to the first floor was easy and figure out which of the two bedrooms were hers was also simple. I put her on the bed and began undressing her starting with her shoes; I took her jeans off and got her under the bed sheets. I was about to turn the light of her lamp off when she, half awake and half asleep, grabbed me by the sleeve.

– Please, Robert – she mumbled-. Don’t leave…

I couldn’t but imagine lots of indecent scenarios in which she and I were the only performers of a lustful choreography, but something was telling me to wait and give her time. The more she could get to know me the more she will want me afterwards. I sighed, and turning the light off, I lied down next to her and gently hugged her. Guess she would like to see a familiar face when she woke up the next day.

To be continued…

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pollenallergie · 5 years

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Dualism: A Hemlock Grove Fanfiction by yours truly

Chapter Two

Can I Watch?

based on Hemlock Grove's second episode of its first season, which is called "The Angel"

part two:

That very same day was also the second time he ever spoke to Roman. He was causally making slightly flirtatious conversation with Roman Godfrey's sister, Shelley, a girl who, like Peter and the two Ruiterkamp siblings, was also labeled a freak and forced into being an outcast, when a guy purposefully bumped into him, making him drop his book. The boy the preceded to call Peter "wolf fucker" and howl at him tauntingly as he walked away. Shelley then apologized to Peter via the automated voice on her phone. To which Peter replied, "Don't be sorry, you're too pretty," as he gently touched a strand of her hair, quickly but playfully flicking it with his fingertip.

Peter then bent down to pick them up, reaching for a book but failing to pick it up when a familiar hand slammed down onto it dramatically, picking it up for him. The hand then gave Peter the book and he looked up to see that it belonged to Roman.

"Get your fucking hands of my sister," Roman said menacingly, causing his sister and Peter to laugh.

"Is this funny to you?" Roman asked him seriously, causing the two to stop laughing and for Peter to shake his head, causing Roman to bust out laughing while attempting to mutter out a, "I'm just kidding."

"You want a lift home?" Roman asked after his laughter died down.

"Why?" Peter asked.

"Whatever, or not." Roman shrugged, beginning to walk away. Peter then followed, taking him up on his offer after he said his goodbyes to Shelley.

The two of them talked in the car, getting to know each other before Roman pulled up to the curb of Peter's residence. Roman then noticed Peter's drawing and admitted to him that, the night before, he had a dream about the thing Peter drew. He then asked Peter if he felt it too, to which Peter eventually replied with an inquiry as to what he meant. Roman then explained that he meant whatever was "down there" and Peter sarcastically asked if he meant the septic tank. Roman replied by saying it was deeper than that before beginning to admit something else to him.

"I get this feeling sometimes, like something really important is about to happen," Roman admitted, causing a pause in the conversation. During this pause, Peter heard the jingle of a bike chain approaching and noticed one of the Ruiterkamp siblings approaching, on their bike, the curb which Roman's car was parked by.

"Thanks for the ride," Peter said quickly before getting out, for whatever reason not wanting Sawyer and Roman to interact.

Roman then started the engine and drove off, not noticing the girl approaching Peter on her bike.

"Hey," Sawyer greeted as she hopped off her bicycle, putting down on the curb.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Peter asked her curiously.

"Took the shortcut you told me about, the one that goes through the park," She explained.

"Where's Luke? I didn't see him at school today," Peter asked.

"He stayed home, he says he has the flu but I think he's just skipping," Sawyer explained.

"So when Luke's not here drive you, you take your bike?" Peter asked teasingly. "What? Does he not share the car?"

"No, not that it matters anyway, I can't drive," Sawyer said.

"What, you don't have your license?" Peter asked.

"Well that and I never took behind-the-wheel," Sawyer explained.

"Too cool for driving school?" Peter asked teasingly.

"No, more like I wrapped our older brother's car around a tree a week after my fifteenth birthday," Sawyer said causing Peter to wince jokingly.

"So she can't drive," Peter muttered while sporting an amused grin as the two of them headed down the long stairway towards his late uncle's home.

"No she cannot," Sawyer replied, mirroring his expression as they walked side-by-side.

Once they made it inside, the two of them got situated, turning on the tv and getting their homework stuff set up, before Peter introduced Sawyer to his mother. Then for the rest of the afternoon the two of them did homework together, well, actually Sawyer worked on both of their homework assignments while Peter watched the movie on tv, his mom watching alongside him. Every now and then Lynda, his mother, would nudge him, signaling that he should be helping Sawyer, to which he would huff and then pretend to help Sawyer for a maximum of thirty seconds before reverting back to watching the movie. Although considering she was getting paid to do this, unbeknownst to Peter's mom, she didn't mind much. His mom began to flip through his sketchbook as he sipped his beer and, sitting next to him, Sawyer continued to busy herself with both his homework and her own.

"Well, as an artist, you could use a little development," Lynda teased causing Peter and Sawyer to snicker.

Lynda then came across a flyer for homecoming in his sketchbook.

"Homecoming, you two going?" Lynda asked.

"Nah, I am home," Peter said causing Sawyer to bite back a smile.

"Well, I am, he's not," Sawyer replied.

"You're going?" Peter asked her, a bit surprised that she was planning on attending.

"Yeah, Luke wants to go," She replied.

"So sicko missed school, but still somehow convinced your dad to let him go to the dance?" Peter teased.

"Nah, dad's gone on a work trip for the next six months, so all Luke's gotta do is sneak out past our eighty-year-old grandma who sleeps from the hours of seven at night to seven in the morning," Sawyer explained.

"Seems easy enough," Peter added jokingly.

"Flier says it's a costume dance, so what are you two dressing up as?" Lynda asked.

"We're gonna be Ashley and Sam Weir from the show Freaks and Geeks," Sawyer said.

"I'm guessing that was your decision," Peter said.

"Yeah, Luke wanted to be Aaron Carter and for me to be his twin sister Angel," Sawyer said, rolling her eyes at the thought.

"But you two aren't twins," Peter pointed out at the same time that Lynda asked, "Aaron Carter has a twin sister?"

"My thoughts exactly," Sawyer said referring to both of the comments made by the two Rumanceks.

"Speaking of dances," Peter said as he looked at the wall clock, "It's six, you might wanna get going."

Sawyer groaned in response before begrudgingly standing up and gathering her things. "Wish me luck," she said to the Rumanceks before departing.

"Nice meeting you," Lynda said as the young girl left.

"You too," Sawyer responded.

"See you at school on Monday," Sawyer said to Peter, flashing both the Rumanceks a genuine smile before departing.

Later that night, the Ruiterkamp siblings showed up at the dance, adorned in their seventies grunge and nerdy style costumes.

"You look nothing like Sam Weir, your hair's too done up and he would never leave his shirt untucked when wearing khakis, especially not at school let alone at a school dance; he always tucks his shirt in to his khakis," Sawyer told her brother, regretting letting him make last-minute wardrobe changes to his half of her costume of choice.

"Who cares? I look less nerdy like this. It's not like anybody's gonna get your reference anyways. I mean, the show was canceled for a reason, well two actually, one being that it sucked and two being that only like ten people watched it," Luke told her and Sawyer gasped in response.

"You take that back." She demanded which caused Luke to snicker.

"Whatever. How about we just try to enjoy ourselves tonight, is that cool with you?" Luke suggested to his older sister.

"Fine," Sawyer grumbled before following her younger brother out onto the dance floor, both teens making sure to put lots of distance between them as to not spark up those incest rumors again. How their peers had even gotten that idea was a mystery to them, they were just like any other set of siblings in this town, but little did they know that starting absurd, outrageous rumors based on nothing but the knowledge someone's name and face was what the teens of Hemlock Grove were known for, well along with being known for how gullible they are, hence why these outlandish rumors take off and are so commonly believed.

The two then danced for a bit, the whole time Sawyer wondered why in the hell the came in the first place seeing as they knew no one except for each other. After only a few minutes of dancing casually to the upbeat track, Sawyer had convinced Luke to let the two of them leave early, right as the song switched from the familiar upbeat one to a more ambient, techno track. Luke eventually agreed after some moments of hesitation, so the two siblings left. They got in Luke's car and Luke started it up just before they began to hear a chorus of screams and shouts. Upon hearing these cries of distress, the two noticed a herd of their peers pouring out of the school in a state of panic. They were concerned by this but decided to leave nonetheless, reasoning that the herd was probably running to get away from something which meant they should do the same and get the hell out of there.

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paladin-andric · 6 years

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Moments in History: The First King’s Passing

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Gira swooped down onto the garden grounds, everyone else already gathered. The grass waved in the cool Autumn breeze as the sun shone down on the crowd of royals.

The dragon quickly landed and moved to examine the situation. Mere moments ago, a castle servant barged into her room, panting with exhaustion. Someone had sent the man to fetch Gira immediately, the servant sprinting through the halls to make sure she could come in time.

“Godfrey,” The man said, gasping, “They think it’s the end. He’s in the garden.”

No sooner then the words left his mouth, Gira launched herself through the hole in the ceiling, rushing to her greatest friend’s side.

The prince looked up at the dragon, pain in his eyes. He was no longer the baby she once knew. Through the years, he had matured into a wise and experienced man. His young face and bushy goatee reminded Gira of Godfrey, so long ago...

“Gira...father is...”

“Leave it to me!” The dragon bellowed, “Step aside, all of you!”

“N-No, Gira, that’s not it.” The prince lowered his head. “He’s not sick. He’s not hurt. It’s just time.”

King Godfrey lay in an elaborate looking bed, the old man pale and deathly looking. The dark brown in his hair and beard was long gone, with nothing but white left. He was dressed in his finest garments and his crown lay beside him.

“He is unwell! Allow me to do my work!”

“Gira...” The prince swallowed nervously. “He’s ninety-three. You must understand that this is out of your power.”

“How dare you!” The dragon roared, “Move out of my way, NOW! He will be well as long as YOU stay out of this!”

Gira stepped forward as the crowd made room for her, the dragon leaning down and looking closely at King Godfrey. Gira felt sadness well up in her as she saw the pale shade of what was once the powerful and energetic king.

Taking a deep breath, the black dragon blew her healing breath, the wisps of magic pouring out of her maw and onto the king. She felt brief elation at her work, only to be dumbstruck as time passed.

Nothing happened. The king was still motionless, eyes closed and looking just as sickly.

“W-What?” Gira, for the first time in her life, felt true fear. “Why is...?”

“I told you,” The prince said, “He’s not sick. He’s old.”

“I do not understand...why is he not cured?”

“You cannot cure age, Gira.”

The dragon’s eyes widened as panic filled her. Quickly, she breathed again, pouring healing energy over Godfrey. Nothing. She did it again. Once more, nothing happened.

“Gira, please!” The prince cried, “Let him pass with dignity!”

“There is nothing dignified about this!” Gira shouted in horror, “Look at him! He needs help!”

“There’s no more helping, Gira. He’s reached his limit.”

“N-No! That is not true! He is just worse than when I cured his leprosy! I just need to keep using my magics! He will improve with enough effort!”

“G-Gira...“

The hoarse whisper made the dragon freeze. That voice...

“Godfrey...?”

The king was awake. Eyes open only a sliver, staring at the black dragon.

“You came...”

Gira leaned forward, frowning. “Of course I did.”

“Rufus is right...my time has come.”

“No!” Gira cried, “I can save you, just as I have before! This I swear with my life!”

“No,” Godfrey responded, “Please. You did revive me, but...I am so old...I am so tired...Gira...my body is shutting down. Forcing me to go on like this...it hurts so much.”

Gira’s tongue was tied as she fumbled to find an appropriate response. Godfrey started right into her eyes, his pain apparent.

“Let me go, Gira.”

The words hit the dragon like a mountain. Her claws dug into the earth as the shock and pain rendered the dragon speechless. Her face was twisted into a visage of horrified realization.

This was it. He couldn’t be saved.

“Oh, Gira,” Godfrey said, voice low, “I know it hurts. I felt the same when my parents before me went.“ The king took a long pause, the speech taxing on what little of him was left.

“But you have to accept that I’m leaving.”

Gira’s stomach was churning as she struggled to keep herself from collapsing. Her body felt weak and wobbly. Her vision was clouded.

“King Godfrey...I...I cannot...it cannot end like this.”

“This is the only way it could end,” the king responded, “We all go eventually.”

As the dragon stood, mouth agape, Godfrey turned to face the prince.

“Rufus...I know you will do great things. Already you’ve shown your potential. You’re a great man. I am so proud of you.”

“Father...” Prince Rufus let tears flow down his face as he wrapped his arms around the bedridden king, “I will make you proud. I promise.”

“I know you will. Goodbye...my son.” Godfrey lacked the strength to hug his son back, all he could offer were tears. The dying king turned his attention back to Gira. The dragon’s eyes were shut tight as she fought to fully grasp what was happening.

“Gira...you’ve done so much for me. For everyone. I could never truly repay you in full...but you have my eternal gratitude.”

Gira shook her head. “N-No. I could not heal you. You are going to die, and it is my fault.”

Godfrey took a deep, raspy breath. “Gira...in my youth...you cured me of leprosy. I was at death’s door. Thanks to you, I got to live my entire life, and to the very fullest. I owe you everything. It’s not your fault that time claims me. You’re a savior. This is just how it has to be.”

“Godfrey...I will not be able to go on...please...please do not die. I do not know what I will do without you.”

“You will live, Gira.” Godfrey’s face curled into a weak smile. “You are so young, compared to what you will be. You have your entire life ahead of you. Don’t throw it away. Live...for me. I want you to be happy.”

“I...I cannot...” Gira’s voice quivered. “G-Godfrey...please...”

The king sighed. His bones ached. His chest hurt. It was time.

“I’m sorry. If I could stay, I would. Thank you, Gira. For everything.”

Gira bowed her head. “Master Godfrey...”

Godfrey smiled, content. “I’ll miss you.”

Slowly, the king’s eyes closed. His chest stopped rising. Silence filled the air as the crowd wept.

Prince Rufus turned away, covering his mouth as his eyes squeezed shut.

Gira shook her head. This couldn’t be happening!

“No...NO!”

The dragon roared, the people covering their ears as her might made itself apparent to all.

“Come back! Come back, Godfrey! Do not leave me! I need you!”

The dragon breathed quick, shallow breaths as she gazed at the king.

“Please...”

Prince Rufus held his hands together as he watched the men lower his father into the grave. Thousands lined the field as King Godfrey’s funeral commenced. Loud wailing could be heard all around the fields as the king was placed into his grave.

Tears poured down Rufus’ face, but he didn’t dare wipe them away. He was the new king. He was expected to show strength and resolve, and he would conduct himself accordingly.

He had known his father wasn’t long for this world. The man was ancient. He had plenty of time to come to terms with that.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Rufus stood in silence as the priests issued their prayers. His eyes were on the grave, watching as men shoveled dirt onto his father’s coffin. This was the final time he would ever see him.

The prince took a deep breath as he tried to compose himself. He was the king now. The people needed him to be strong, to lead them through this hardship. To show them that their hopes did not die with Godfrey.

Suddenly, a deafening roar made Rufus look up, eyes wide.

The roar had come from very far away, and yet it was so loud he could hear it clearly as it echoed through the skies. It was a long, drawn out roar. In it, Rufus could hear bitterness, anger, sadness and pain.

The sorrow behind it shook him to his very core.

Gira, the man thought to himself, He was my father, and yet...I don’t think even I understand how much this hurts her...

A few years had passed since the coronation. Rufus accepted the Crown of Geralthin, officially becoming king. He continued where Godfrey had left off, centralizing power and strengthening the kingdom. He was by all accounts, an excellent ruler. He gave the people hope, knowledge that this fledgling kingdom was destined to survive, something to believe in after the death of one the greatest rulers in history.

Even with all the work he had put in, he managed to reach Gira. The dragon had been holed up in her wing of the castle, inconsolable. She spoke to no one for the first few years, yet after much time, Rufus managed to speak to her, slowly getting her to open up. It hurt, he knew, but he made himself something of a shoulder to cry on. It felt good for Gira, getting to let everything out.

It was soon after her mention of the good old days, when she and Godfrey played together, that a decree was made. Absolute War had always been Gira’s favorite board game, and Rufus decided to officially decree a rule change to the game. Each faction would now have a Hero, a powerful unit that offered many bonuses to the army.

Geralthin’s Hero was clad in shining armor, wielding a large sword raised above his head in triumph. A crown adorned his helmet, and his presence made everyone on the field stronger. In the new rules book, players were given the information about this new unit.

Unit type: Hero

Name: The First King

Description: A legendary champion that inspires all around him. Men become greater than themselves in his presence.

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anastasiaskarsgard · 4 years

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I read your story about Roman and his girlfriend Haley and omfg it shook me to my core. I can’t get over it. I didn’t see that ending coming!!!! Please write about their relationship. What brought them to that point

BROKEN THINGS

Forgot the warnings!!! Trigger warning of abuse, past child abuse, couple of bad words, and general feelings of wtf.

This is the original ask this has sprung from... https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/189043099276/trigger-warning-like-a-motherfucker

BROKEN THINGS

"Roman?"

Roman’s head whipped in the direction the voice had come from and was relieved to see a familiar face. Getting up, he went to the doctor, grabbing his hands and pulling him to the bed.

"Dr. Pryce. Please… look at her. She… she won't wake up."

The doctor seemed bewildered, and dumbly continued staring at Roman. He had never seen Roman Godfrey act like this before, so afraid, so insecure. But his mute demeanor was enough to snap Roman out of his unusual state. Overcome by rage at the doctor's lack of response, Roman grabbed the man by his collar and threw him towards the bed.

"Don't just stand there, save her!” He yelled in outrage.

The doctor, having gotten his senses back, shot a pitiful look towards Roman and turned his attention to the figure on the bed. As soon as he had done so, a horrified gasp left his lips.

"My god." He uttered in shock. "What… what happened to her?" He asked, his hands frozen above her, unable to decide where to start.

"Don't fucking waste time. Make her wake up." Roman growled from behind him.

"This… this is… oh God." The doctor was panicking much like Roman had upon discovering her condition. His hands roamed her body, pressing here and there. "How did she get in such a condition?" Dr. Pryce inquired, stopping his ministrations and turning towards Roman with accusing eyes.

"That is none of your business." Roman answered. "Just… just help her."

"I can't." Dr. Pryce words caused Romans blood to freeze.

"What… what do you mean?" Roman’s face twisted into a look of complete agony. "Why?" He shrieked, falling to his knees.

"She… she is gone. I can't detect any vital signs. I don't think she's even al-."

"No." Roman cut him off suddenly. "She's alive. She's not dead." An unsettling glint appeared in his eyes as he looked over at Hailey. "She's alive. She can't be dead. She's alive." He moved towards her and placed his finger under her nose. "She'll be fine. Just do your job."

"I-." Dr. Pryce began, but Roman was quick to his feet, towering over the doctor menacingly.

"I don't care what you have to do. You'll help her if you wish to carry on playing mad scientist at the white tower!”

Sighing at the disturbingly familiar words, the doctor turned his attention back to Hailey and took emergency medical equipment out of his small case. He tried to revive her vital, signs, but nothing seemed to be working. It had been too long and she was growing cold.

"Roman.... the equipment I have with me is obsolete in comparison to her condition. I can't do much. I'll have to take her to the tower."

"No." Roman said, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "She'll stay here. And you'll do your job."

"I… I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee anything." The doctor said in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do once a Godfrey made up his mind. He restarted his efforts to get a response from the unconscious girl. Beside him, Roman prayed. His hands were shaking under her nose, anxious to feel a flicker of breath, a gust of wind. But nothing came. The doctor took out various contraptions from his case and attached them to her. Roman was beginning to panic. His body had moved from shaking to trembling as he struggled to keep his cool.

'She is alive. She is fine.' He kept repeating over and over in his head, giving himself false hope.

‘She is going to be fine. She-' Warm breath hit his finger.

"She's alive!” Roman exclaimed in relief and joy.

Surprised, the doctor checked and confirmed Romans discovery. She was alive… but barely.

Satisfied, Roman moved away from the bed, letting the doctor do as he saw fit. His body had stopped shaking, and he seemed a lot like the normal Roman; cold and stoic. Roman stood behind the doctor, watching like a hawk. After a full hour, the doctor stood straight and turned to Roman.

"Roman, I need to speak to you about her."

"Hurry up." Roman said, eyes still focused on Hailey. The doctor didn't fail to notice his single minded obsessive behavior.

"Roman, I have tried my best to help her, but I could do only so much with what I had with me." Roman sneered, obviously, not wanting to hear any of this. "In my 25 years of practice, I have never seen anyone is such a bad state, not even after a horrible accident. Her state is even worst than your condition after a lesson from your mother."

"We will not speak of that woman." Roman spat venomously. The doctor only sighed.

“You still haven't told me what happened to her." Roman’s response was a glare, but Dr. Pryce had his answer already. "Roman, she is alive, but barely. I have seen cases like this before, not as bad as this, but close enough. And what makes this one different than the others is not the amount of injuries, but the response of the patient.” Roman still had no interest in what the man was saying. To him, Dr. Pryce was wasting time he could be spending with Hailey... Roman glared at the doctor before snapping out, "Just get to the damn point!”

"Other patients fight for their lives. They struggle to be awake. But with her, she welcomes the darkness with open arms." At this, Roman’s eyes widened. What was this idiot man trying to say? Noticing the surprised and curious look on Roman’s face, the doctor continued.

"She had given up." The doctor stated matter of factly.

Roman’s eyes widened in shock. That wasn't true!!! His Hailey was a fighter. She loved life, and she loved him! She'd never deliberately want to leave him. Never!

"You lie." Roman growled.

"No. I'm telling the truth. Her mind didn't make a single attempt to grasp consciousness. It is as if she didn't want to stay alive." He locked his eyes with Roman’s cold ones and said. "Roman..... she wanted to die."

"No." Roman said, the same unsettling glint appearing in his eyes again. "Not Hailey. Not her. She didn't want to die. She won't die. She won't." The expression on his face was of a mental patient. A chill ran through Dr. Pryce at the scary tealization.

"Do you have any clues as to what could cause her to give up at such a young age?" Roman’s eyes hardened immediately.

"As I have said before, it is none of your business. And I think your work is done here. You need to leave."

"Roman, I haven't been in this mansion in several years. But I still remember every one of my visits I made years ago. I remember them. They are memories that haunt me." Dr. Pryce said, his back to the irritated billionaire. "I still remember the day Olivia Godfrey hired me." Roman’s hands curled into fists at the mention of his mother’s name.

“I remember the very first day I was called to this mansion. The beauty, and wealth, the class of it overwhelmed me. But it didn’t last long because then I was led into a small room, where I was shocked by the horror, by the ugliness of what all this beauty hid. A little boy was lying on the bed, bathed in his own blood. His face was swollen, and there were gashes all over his body. His vital signs were present, but very faint. Do you remember that Roman ?" Roman chose not to respond. He remembered it well. It was a daily occurrence for him during his childhood.

"I remember it very well." The doctor continued. "I remember trying my best to secure the life of that little boy, while a little girl cried beside me, begging me to help her big brother, begging me to save him. I remember the injured boy struggling for life, struggling to stay awake, struggling to overcome the pain. I remember it because it is etched in my memory. I can hear the moans of pain of the boy. And I can still hear the sobs of the little girl. I still hear her prayers to save her big brother."

"What the hell are you getting at?" Roman yelled, not appreciating the memories this man seemed hell Bent on bringing back. The truth was that he remembered it all well, but he had pushed all of it back to the dark corners of his mind. And this fucking conversation was bringing back emotions he thought he had lost completely.

The doctor sighed in exasperation, he thought to maybe change directions. “I was a young man, fairly new at my profession. Success and money were my top priorities. My ambition overcame my conscience and I remained silent of what I witnessed on a regular basis. I didn't want to make an enemy of Olivia Godfrey. But over time, my conscience broke me down. My conscience demanded that I help the poor boy. So I offered him my assistance. I offered him my help. Every time I treated the young boy for his injuries, I asked him why he took the abuse? Why didn't he just tell someone? Why did he suffer so much?" The doctor paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "And do you know what the boy answered Roman? Do you remember?" Behind him, Roman gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his control as unwanted memories assaulted his mind.

(Flashback)

"I can help you." A young Dr. Pryce said, wrapping bandage around Roman. The boy winced in pain as the doctor secured the bandage. Immediately, a much younger girl with dark hair and faintly glowing skin, began crying. Roman reached out to her, stroking her hair in a fatherly manner.

"You don't deserve this." Dr. Pryce said, watching the display of affection. "This is inhumane. Even animals aren't treated so harsh."

"Thanks for the offer Dr. Pryce," Roman said, still comforting his little sister, "but I'd rather not do anything at this point."

"Why not?" Roman’s eyes grew misty, as a far away look alighted in them.

“I don't want to do anything at this time. Shelly is your creation and the only bit of light in my world. I must protect her. I must endure whatever punishment my sick bitch of a mother cares to dish out to keep her safe.” A determined look appeared in his eyes. "I will see through it. I won’t have her get lost in a system that will not see beyond her abnormalities. I love my little sister and I'd do anything I can to secure a future for her. Anything." To Dr. Pryce’s surprise, his voice remained exceptionally calm and collected. The young doctor stared at the young boy in front of him with admiration and respect. He marveled at how a young boy could suffer the most harsh treatment from quite literally a monster, and remain so selfless. He feared for the children at his powerful boss’s mercy. Before leaving the two small children huddled together in that dark room, he whispered to them with more conviction and hope than he’d ever uttered before— "I hope you succeed." (End flashback)

"I saw something in that boy that gave me hope and assurance that everything will be fine. I saw strength to withstand the deadliest of storms. I saw courage to face the worst of demons. But most importantly, I saw a kind heart that would never be over shadowed by the darkness of hate and anger because it glowed with love; love for a young sister, love for a better life, love for a brighter future." He turned so now he could look Roman in the eye as he spoke.

"I believed that nothing would taint your heart; nothing would blacken your soul. I believed that all of Olivia’s attempts to turn you into her son were futile." A pause during which Roman breathed harshly while the doctor struggled to keep his voice calm. "But I was mistaken. I underestimated Olivia and overestimated you. I see the results of my mistake now and it pains me to see that you are exactly what Olivia had wanted you to become."

"SHUT UP!” Roman screamed, advancing towards the other man. "Just shut up. You don't know what you are talking about. Shut up."

"I WON’T shut up." Dr. Pryce raised his voice for the first time, standing up to face the monstrous wrath of Roman Godfrey. "I followed that path for the past 20 years and made the worst mistake of my life. I let that little boy down. I was a selfish bastard But I won't make the same mistake again. I won't let you destroy this girl, like your mother destroyed you."

"You don't know her. You don't know anything about her."

"I know she is an innocent girl who is a victim of your anger, of your disturbing past, of your lonely present, and of your possibly bleak future." The doctor said, unfazed by Roman’s anger. "I know you were the one who brought her to this state. I know it was you who did that to her! You are the one who caused her to give up on life and embrace death. You really are Olivia Godfrey’s son, Roman Godfrey."

"No." Roman said in a somewhat horrified tone, more to himself than to the doctor. "That's not true. It can't be true. I am not like her. I'm nothing like Olivia."

“Just look at yourself." The doctor yelled in frustration. "Look at the poor girl who lies half-dead in bed because of your rage and then look at yourself in the fucking mirror. Look at yourself and tell me what you see. Do you see a monster that nearly killed an innocent girl? Do you see Someone who pushes everyone away from him to be alone? Do you see Someone who only cares for himself? Someone who is feared and despised? Someone who is so powerful that he answers to no one? Tell me!” Roman had no answer. He had no response.

"Olivia turned you into a monster while I watched at the sidelines. I watched and did nothing. But I won't stand silent any more. I won't let another Olivia or Roman be born. Or see another countless soul crushed by your family’s cruelty. I won't."

"You can't take her away from me." Roman said, standing protectively in front of the bed where she lay. "I won't let you." The doctor stared at Roman long and hard. He watched the faint glint of something dangerous linger in his cold eyes. But he wasn't quite sure what it was. Grabbing his case, he began walking down the stairs, leaving a shaking Roman behind.

"I will come again tomorrow to check on her." He yelled back down the hall. "And if I see another scratch on her body, I'll report it to the authorities."

Roman watched the man leave, his eyes focused on his resolute frame. As soon as he was out of sight and the door shut, he turned and ran back to Hailey. A wave of relief flooded him with just one look at her. She was still there, lying in his bed, still with him. She was covered in bandages, with an IV tube connected to her arm. He moved towards her to touch her, to hold her but stopped short.

'I know she is an innocent girl who is a victim of your rage.' Dr. Pryce’s words echoed in his head and he immediately took a step back.

'Look and tell me what you see.' He didn't know what compelled him to follow the doctor's words, but before he knew it, his feet were carrying him to the dressing table mirror. He stood before it, staring at himself. Beside him, he would see the image of Hailey, lying still, yet struggling to stay alive.

'You are the one who caused her to give up on life and embrace death. You really are Olivia Godfrey’s son, Roman Godfrey.'

"No." He said, staring at his reflection. "It's not true. I'm nothing like her. I'm nothing like that monster." His eyes darted back to Hailey’s figure and for a second, he felt like he was staring at a younger version of himself lying in the same state. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach.

He saw his reflection change from his to a familiar one and he found himself staring at the face of his mother, his enemy. Desperately, he tried to wipe that reflection off the mirror, but his attempts were futile. That image remained, laughing at his misery, mocking his very existence. He slammed his head into the mirror, shattering it.

"No. I'm not her." He said again and rubbed his palms on his eyes, trying to erase the image, but the same face stared back at him, even when his eyes were closed.

There was no denying it.

It was crystal clear.

He used to be the one on the receiving end of such inhuman abuse, but now he was the one dishing it out.

He was the one who was doing exactly what Olivia had done to him years ago.

He was following in Olivia’s footsteps.

He was becoming someone he hated, someone he swore to never resemble in any way!

He was becoming his mother.

He was becoming everything she wanted him to be.

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Put on a Show for Me - Let Me Show You Part 2

Author’s Notes: Despite how long it took me to post this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it too. Again sorry for any typos. I try to edit it, but I miss things.

Word Count: 3,413 (Get yourself a snack, kids. This shit is long af.)

Warnings: Smut. I mean is there anything else worth writing?

Part One: Let Me Show You

Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.

The two of you woke up from your naps, limbs tangled together, and still high off the feeling of your earlier actions. You shifted yourself so you could look up at him from his chest, his sleepy green eyes looked down at you innocently, but the hand grazing up your thighs had other intentions. You coughed nervously and quickly lifted yourself off his warm chest. You weren’t sure what was happening between you and Roman, and you were certain he didn’t know either. But never, in all the years you’ve known him, has he ever looked at someone the way he was looking at you. And to be perfectly honest it scared you a little.

“Don’t you have to go get ready?” You asked him, turning your back to him so you could get your robe off the floor. He watched predatorily as the smooth silky fabric slipped across your shoulders, hiding his view of your decadent curves. You got up and started picking up the rest of the scattered articles, bending over and giving Roman a sight that made him wish he could keep you in that position all night long. But instead, he reluctantly moved off the bed and stood right behind you. You couldn't help but jump a little when you noticed just how close, and how very naked, he was. He leaned down a little to brush the hair off your face and looked deep into your eyes.

“Come with me.” He asked. All these years of knowing Roman, you had never been asked to attend any Godfrey Industries’ extravagant events, mostly because Olivia strongly despised how much Roman cared for you. But with her out of the picture, you had no excuse not to attend the annual End of Summer Charity Ball. It was one of their biggest and grandest events, the only thing more glamorous was their Holiday Ball in the winter, which featured an ice fountain that overflowed with Dom Perignon Champagne. Looking at this gorgeous man, begging you to stand by his side, in front of the most powerful people in the country was so overwhelming, but extremely flattering.

“Don’t be silly, Roman. I don’t belong there. Plus, what would I wear? My sister’s prom dress?” you teased, handing him his clothes and leaving him in your room to get dressed. You walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. In the background, you could hear the soft clicking of his leather boots on your hardwood floors. For such a large man, Roman moved with the grace and fluidity of a gazelle. He came into your space looking sexy as usual. Somehow he managed to tame his hair enough to make it look like you hadn’t been tugging at it hours earlier. The young tycoon wasn’t one to beg, but he desperately needed your support on this. Taking hold of your hips, he looked down at you with pleading eyes. If his experience with you on the floor taught him anything, it was that your weakest spots were your hips and neck. If he wanted to get his way, he was going to have use them to his advantage. You squirmed in his grasp, not liking that he knew how to get his way with you. But he needed you. Never before had he been the one to give the speeches. Usually, when the Godfreys held an event, he was at the nearest bar trying to drown out the newest bullshit story his mother was trying to feed everyone so she could take more of their money for another “project”.

“I need you. Please.” He begged. You couldn’t say no to him. Especially when he looked so vulnerable, something you’ve never saw up close before. ‘Its the least you could do after he gave you such a mind-blowing orgasm’, you reasoned with yourself. Slowly, and reluctantly, you nodded your head. And You watched how his big green eyes filled with joy and his plump pink lips cracked into a boyish grin.

“My driver will drop a dress off for you at 7. And I’ll come get you at 8.” He said excitedly, kissing your cheek and heading towards the door. You shook your head in disbelief. Only Roman could go from the master of seduction to a 6-foot child in seconds flat. Since you had plenty of time before the ball, you decided to take a hot bubble bath, hoping it will calm your nerves.

You looked at yourself in the mirror in disbelief. The gown Roman bought for you was so luxurious you didn’t feel worthy of wearing it. The black fabric fit like it was handmade for you, hugging every curve and flowing down your legs making you feel like a queen. But the split on the side came up so high up your thigh, you were convinced someone could get a sneak at what was lying underneath.

Speaking of what was underneath, Roman made it a point to have his input on every aspect of your outfit, right down to the French lingerie. You had no idea how he knew your bra size, but nevertheless, this was the first time you had ever worn something this feminine and sexy. You didn’t know what he had in mind, but knowing that he picked it out with you in mind made you shiver with anticipation.

A knock at your door made you ripped your gaze from your reflection. Quickly, you grabbed your purse and opened the door to see the Godfrey heir sporting yet another one of his beautiful satin tailored tuxedo, hair perfectly slicked back, and shows so shiny you could see yourself in them. Roman’s gaze followed up the slit of your dress, pausing briefly at your rising chest and neck, before meeting your eye.

“You look stunning” he confessed. “But of course, I knew you would when I picked it out.” He stepped closer to you, pulling a velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Time for the final piece” walking behind you, he placed a princess diamond tennis necklace on your neck. He secured the clasp and walked around to look at how the sparkles danced across your chest. “Shee-it, I’m good” Roman joked before offering his arm. You laughed, lightly slapping his chest, before taking his awaiting arm. Never before had you been so spoiled, and you’re still not sure how to handle Roman’s affection. But you were happy to see his light-heartedness come back, he was still your best friend.

The ride to the ball was relatively innocent. But as the night went on, Roman’s teasing went from playful to dangerous. He made it a point to always be on the side where the split was threatening to show more skin than you were comfortable with. During dinner with the town’s mayor, Roman brushed the tips of his fingers against your thigh so lightly you thought he did it on accident. But when he leaned over, giving the facade that he was really listening to the mayor’s new irrigation plan, Roman pushed his hands even higher, brushing the lace of your panties, you knew he was trying to get a rise out of you. And as much as you tried to brush it off and cross your legs tighter, the boy just wouldn’t quit. And if you were being completely honest, you didn't want him to.

That’s how Roman found himself across the ballroom floor, watching you at your seat, clenching your legs together. Out of all the beating hearts in the room, yours was racing so fast he was surprised it was still pumping. He could smell your arousal as he leaned down, from behind your chair, and whispered a demand to meet him up on the highest floor of the building after his speech.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I want to thank you…” Roman mindlessly read off the teleprompter, hoping he gave enough variations in his voice to sound like he gave a damn about whatever he was talking about. He couldn’t give a shit about the newest research project Dr. Pryce demanded needed to be done. His mind was elsewhere. And as he looked into the crowd, the only face he wanted to see was yours. He thought about the moment he gave you the necklace. He was afraid that he scared you with all his affection and that he was moving too fast. But the way you were looking at him as he spoke, with so much pride, admiration, and pure desire, it made him want you even more.

Once he was finished speaking, Roman gave you a subtle nod before disappearing into the crowd. You excused yourself from your table and half ran to the nearest elevator, to find the billionaire standing inside waiting for you. He calmly hit the button, and before the doors could fully close, he had you pushed against the elevator wall. He couldn't help but put his full weight against your body, as he forced you to look up him. He moved his soft lips violently on yours, kissing you like he had never tasted something as marvelous as you before. The hands that made you bite your lips every time you saw them, were now gliding up the slip of your dress, grasping you thigh so hard it hurt. He pulled your leg up to wrap around his torso so he could somehow press himself closer to you. His lips broke the kiss to travel down your neck, nipping at it, trying his hardest not to lose control and break the skin. It was all too soon for the both of you when the elevator door ding, informing you that your destination had been reached. The steel doors opened to reveal a beautiful office that was renovated into a studio apartment like space. You scrunched your eyebrows together before turning to look at Roman who was punching in a code into the elevator panel.

“So no one can interrupt us,” he said simply before turning to face you. “You might be wondering why a research facility has a bedroom. Well, it was my dad’s. Apparently, he came here the nights he couldn’t bear to deal with my mother.” Roman explained. However, as he proceeded to unbutton his tux jacket and place it on the coat hanger, you realized you didn’t give a fuck about the bedroom, you were just glad it was there. He walked up to you, head looking downward at your shorter frame, and proceeded to reach behind you. His talented fingers took hold of the small zipper, dragging it down ever so slowly.

“You wanna play a game sweetheart?” He questioned, letting his investment slip off your body. “You wanna show daddy what he taught you this afternoon?” You couldn’t help but moan at his words, as he stood there looking like a feast to be devoured. Roman took the vision of you in, circling around you, ensuring he didn’t miss a single inch of you. “I didn’t hear an answer, baby.” said as he reached his starting place in front of you. You shyly looked up at him and whispered a ‘yes’. The smile he currently sported wasn’t like the ones he usually showed you. No, this one had sinful intentions behind it, and you were all too excited to find out what he had in store for you. He took your hand and guided you to the bed against the back wall. “Sit there,” he told you simply. Across from the bed was a leather chair that was facing directly in front of it. That is where Roman sat, pulling out a cigarette from the pocket of his slacks and proceeded to light it nonchalantly. You watched with anticipation as he calmly let a few puffs of smoke fall from his lips. It amazed you that after years of seeing him smoking, he still managed to make it look like the sexiest thing a person could do. You watched, memorized, by the way his plump lips wrapped around the stick and his cheekbones became more prominent with every draw. Minutes later, he pulled out a glass and a bottle of vodka from the nightstand next to him. He held your gaze as he poured himself a glass, watching you squeeze your thighs together, hoping that the mild friction would mitigate the throbbing between your legs. Once he felt like he had stalled long enough, he leaned forward.

“Touch yourself.”

You were taken aback by his request. Leaning back he simply explained, “I told you, I want to see if you learned anything from our session earlier. So go on, put on a show for me.” He lifted one his foot to place it on his thigh and took another sip of his drink. You wanted so badly to make him proud, so you tried to let your nerves roll off of you as you grazed your hand down your neck, imagining it was his. Picturing the way he would make you weak with their strength. You slid them down lower, tracing the outline of the of the silky slopes of your bra straps. Despite Roman’s love for dark colors, the lingerie he picked out for you was so white, it almost glowed against your skin, almost like angel feathers. You let your fingers glide delicately over the lace of each cup, before grabbing both of your breasts with your hands, squeezing them over your bra. You had closed your eyes for a fraction of a second, but when you opened them again, you could see Roman struggling to regulate his breathing. His tie and vest were thrown haphazardly across the chair’s arm and the buttons of his shirt were undone. He was watching every move you make like it was physically impossible for him to look away. You continued moving downward to tease the skin between your bra and the elegant waspie that exaggerated your feminine frame. You reached behind you and slowly undid each hook until it fell off. You heard his breath hitch as you moved your hands higher up your back to undo the hooks of your bra, letting it drop to the floor. A groan slipped from his lips as he watched your nipples harden.

“Pinch your left one, you’re more sensitive there” he whispered, making you jump for a second. You had almost forgotten Roman was watching you. But you did what he said nevertheless. And of course, he was right, and you groaned in pleasure as the slight pain rushed through your body. You held his gaze as you moved your hands down your stomach to the line to the edge of your panties. You lifted both your feet so your legs could fall open, giving Roman a full view of the damp spot that was starting to form in the middle of your satin panties. You rubbed your center over the silky fabric, bringing chills down your spine as it touched your clit.

“I can smell you from here. You smell so god damn sweet” Roman confessed, grabbing himself from the outside of his dress pants, rubbing the evident boner that had been growing since the elevator. You smiled shyly as you lifted your legs up and let pulled your panties up and over your legs. Tossing them teasingly at Roman, who caught them easily with one hand, and you watched as he took in your scent. Groaning, the man before you rested his head on the back of the chair and took another drag of his cigarette. Once again your legs fell open and slipped your finger into your mouth. Godfrey watched in anticipation as the single digit ran down the path he wished his lips were following. He finally gave up trying to hold back and undid his pants. Grabbing himself underneath his black boxer briefs.

“Let me see you” you pleaded, letting your finger run tight circles against your clit. He didn’t hesitate to snuff out his cigarette and swiftly stood up and pushed both his boxers and pants down his thighs. He sat back down and resumed his lazy stroke up and down his cock. He made sure to spread his precum around the sensitive head, going at the same pace you were moving.

“Put two fingers inside you, curve them up” He ordered you. With your other hand, you dragged your fingers down your thighs, teasing your self a little, before finally slipping them inside of you. You gasp and threw your head back in ecstasy. Even without him touching you, he was still able to give you the most intense pleasure you have ever felt.

“Oh Roman” You whispered out. He grunted as he started moving his hand even faster, “Louder. I want to hear you.” He order. You called out his name again even louder as your fingers moved relentlessly inside you. Your high getting closer and closer. Blood rushed to his lips as his teeth began to sink deeper and deeper into the skin, breaking it only slightly, and marveling at the taste of his blood on his tongue. Reaching below he grabbed his balls, tugging them lightly.

“You’re gonna cum for me? Show me what a good girl you can be?” Roman loved calling you that. You were such a good girl for him, following every order he gave. You were so close and the vision of him, the most powerful man in Hemlock Grove, flushed and aching at the sight of you touching yourself on his bed made your heart race. “You look so beautiful. Wearing nothing but the $50,000 necklace I bought you. You’re mine aren’t you?” he kept pushing himself closer and closer to his breaking point. You nodded mindlessly, too focused on the sensations of your hands to hear what he was saying. Roman could tell by the hardness of your nipples and the sounds of your fingers working inside of you, that you seconds from your release. He wanted nothing more than to watch you cum again for him for the second time today.

With a few more flicks of your fingers, your hands froze, the heat from your core spread throughout your body, making you shake with such intensity that you couldn’t move for a second. Screaming his name again, your legs snapped shut as you pushed yourself to keep that tingling feeling alive until you became too sensitive to handle your own touch. It was then, with your head thrown back, and with his name on your tongue, Roman also met his end. The evidence coated across his chest and hands. You had never seen someone cum so beautifully. His big green eyes were so focused on you, but the way his eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw went lacked, gave you the opportunity to watch this god of man crumble into his most euphoric and vulnerable state. You heard him call out your name, as well, and his eyes shut with exhaustion. Roman slumped in his chair and gave himself two more lazy pulls, before letting his cock rest against his stomach. The two of you were a complete mess, but you didn’t dare move from your spots.

After a few minutes, your positions became uncomfortable. Roman got up from the chair, took the last swing of his drink, and made his way to the bathroom. You were still lying on the bed, afraid to move, due to your sensitivity. But Roman returned momentarily with a hot damp towel and one of his t-shirts, fresh from the laundry. He stood before you, wearing nothing more than his tight black boxers briefs, making your mouth water all over again. Without hesitation, he gathered you up in his arms and moved you up to the end of the bed. He gently placed you back down and you instantly sunk into the soft sheets. Despite your deep need for rest, Roman fought to keep you awake just a little longer.

“Hey, hey. Let me clean you up first, then we’ll sleep.” He whispered. He dragged the hot cloth across your chest and down to your body. You hissed lightly as he brushed your clit. “Sorry”, he apologized softly, looking back at you. When he was finished, he looked down at you perplexed. It was like he wanted to tell you something but the words just wouldn’t come to him. So instead of trying to say something profound or clever, Roman simply told the truth. “I just wanted to thank you for being there for me today. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You smiled lazily at him as he helped you put on his, way too long, shirt over your head and he reached behind you to unclasp the diamond necklace. He placed it on the nightstand and watched you sink deeper into the bed. You yawned quietly and confessed “That’s not true, Roman. You are the strongest man I know. Nothing could ever stop you. I wished you believed that too.” At that point, you were out like a light. You would never know how much those words meant to him and how that night would define the rest of your lives together.

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