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☛ - press a finger to your muse’s lips to shut them up

Louie pushed his hand away, her smile fading slightly, “Don’t make me kick your ass in front of all your little royal friends.” She warned him, “As I was saying, mint chocolate chip is the best ice cream, hands down.”

#louie x maddox #keyes-tothecrown

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keyes-tothecrown‌:

“Hey, if it was your castle, then your rules.” His gaze captured her from head to toe. Louie, all decked out as she was. And then his eyes settled on the parquet pattern of the wood floor. Maddox enjoyed being in everyone else’s business but his own was personal. Off limits. He never had the chance to gush about Aaron. It still seemed private but Herzog talked about making it official. After way too long. Maddox spoke while bringing his glass up for a drink. “I’m seeing a king, I better get used to it.” 

‘Seeing someone’ didn’t quite sum up what they– oh fucking hell. They will figure it out. Later. Always later. He cleared his throat. What Malle had planned held together with boundary lines much easier to explain. “Why not? The country is in a perfect position to do so. Geographically, for one. But the queen is willing to work with pirates. No other country has officially made such a move. Question is, would you be willing to? Because I know you’re across the ocean at the moment.” There was a lot more to say, but Maddox feigned seriousness to tease the woman. “No one has ever accused me of going straight. We are attracted to who we are attracted to, love who we love. I’d like to think I haven’t gone straight but that I’m being rather flexible. I love women, I love men, I love people in general. I’ve always said I’m truly a people person, Louie…”

“You’re seeing a king?” Louie asked, raising an eyebrow as she gazed around the room. Wondering who he could be seeing. “Is he hear tonight?” She asked, moving to her tip toes, as if that would make it obvious who Maddox was seeing. Still, curiosity became her. “What’s that like? Do you have to bow to him before sucking his cock? Are there rules?” She asked before giggling at her own joke, taking a long sip. “Do you have to walk behind him in public and all that nonsense?”

“I don’t think the question is if I would be willing to work with the Queen. Would she be willing to work with me? I’m not Tierney’s crew, nor would you pay me enough to wear their flag. Maybe this country is nice geographically but it’s a small country. Small coastline and the sea around here is not big enough to share with many. Besides, what does she want us to exactly?” Louie asked, “I’ve been taking over ships for years. Surely the queen isn’t interested in me breaking laws?”

Louie couldn’t help but snort, patting the shoulder of her long time friend, “I wasn’t talking about that straight. Although if it’s something you’d like to discuss, I am always willing.” She snorted again, laughing, “I was referring to the straight and narrow. You know. Following the law.”

#louie x maddox

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margaretofwales‌:

Louie. Malle said nothing, but nodded, dark eyes politely curious and the rest of her expression impassive. It had taken a long time to learn that: the half-smile of a Queen, guarding her emotions and opinions. She still faltered at it. It didn’t come naturally.

The woman before her was young, and Malle was reminded of the sister-captains from the island. There was something about the way the Tierneys used that title that diluted it: if a twenty-four year old could be a Captain, was it really a title of honor? The thought passed beneath the surface, finding it neither here nor there.

Lights flickered along the hallway as they walked. Cardiff Castle was centuries old, made of gray stone and dark wood rubbed to a high shine, and had there not been a deep, blue carpet runner beneath their feet, their footsteps would have echoed to a cacophony. 

The hallway bordered a garden, looking out intermittently on boxwoods and rose bushes, all covered in snow. 

“I didn’t grow up here,” Malle began, looking around. In the dim light of the sconces flickering every few feet, she even looked pensive. “I lived on a small estate, far north from here. And then, when I was old enough, I bounced between schools.” She smiled. “It was almost nomadic, not having a real home.”

Dark eyes glanced at her companion, curious. “I wonder if that’s what it feels like for your kind.”

In the next moment, she was looking straight ahead, plotting a neat path along the straight hall. “Why did you come tonight, Louie?”

Louie followed the queen in silence, picking up the hem of her dress as she walked. Not wanting to trip and make a fool out of herself, she was quite sure her mouth would have no problem doing that. She smiled over at the queen, not really sure what the woman thinking. As she walked, Louie realized she was completely out of her element.

“But this is your home now then?” Louie presumed as she listened to the woman. “Did you like it?” She asked, relating to the queen at the moment. “I didn’t care for it when I was younger. I just wanted to go to school and live in a home like other children.” She spoke of growing up on her father’s boat, “But I appreciated it when I grew older. The sea had been my classroom.”

Louie snorted at that, “My kind? Your highness, I am nothing like any of those people in that room. Never have been. I’ve always been my own kind.”

A pause at the queen’s question. Hell even Louie didn’t full know the answer to that. “I’m not sure.” She answered honestly, “All I do know is that the Tierney men have run the seas for generations. My grandfather and great grandfather fought them to carve a small part for themselves. Everything I’ve earned, I’ve earned on my own, not handed to me. I’m not about to let an opportunity go by that could make the lives better of my crew.”

#louie x malle

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keyes-tothecrown‌:

“I tried at least, whenever I had the chance.” Usually on extended shipping supply runs that Maddox would tack on a few extra days as a bonus, a vacation, or to balance the scales when it seemed he deserved a bit more than Tierney was willing to pay him. “Nowadays I have a better excuse to dress up. And admit it. It’s not that bad being here, is it?”

Oh, it absolutely was. But as Louie noted– better than being executed. 

Another sip of the drink while studying Louie for a moment. “Business is excellent. Especially on this side of the ocean in Wales. Queen Margaret has been investing in the ports around the country. Updated, fair freight rates and so forth. So what about you? Ever thought of doing anything long haul? Or relocating altogether?”

Louie thought about it for a moment, shrugging before taking a sip of her drink before finally speaking, “I can’t complain about the food or the open bar.” She shrugged, “Although I’d go stir crazy here. Plus I bet you have to dress up for breakfast. That sounds horrible. I have a strict no bra policy until 10 o’clock...” Louie trailed off for a moment, before checking him out for a moment. “You seem rather comfortable here yourself.”

“Investing in ports around the country? Why would she go that?” She asked, completely interested what the man had to say. “I’ve been expanding now that Tierney has fallen apart. Although I am up for anything that get me and my girls more money. I’ve heard you’ve got straight. How’s that going for you?” She asked, having a feeling that it was all just a front but she knew Maddox well enough that he would keep his cards close to his chest.

#louie x maddox

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margaretofwales‌:

She hadn’t really looked at the guest list. She’d approved it, of course, scanned the names for a few in particular that had to be there – and for a few others that absolutely could not. But the rest of them, she left in safer hands than her own. Maddox knew pirates. Maddox knew her. 

Such was the case with this captain. Dark eyes watched her curiously, a small laugh escaping. Malle didn’t consider the boundaries of her title very often – a public greeting here, an interview with a reporter there. She was still so new to it, and awkward as a baby lamb at times. This role reversal was — different.

“Just— Queen Margaret.” She insisted, brushing off the other titles. “It’s all right, captain.” I don’t bite.

Malle shook her head and took another step into the room. It adjourned a small conservatory, meant for housing plants that wouldn’t survive the Welsh winter, and offered a fair amount of windows out to the wild garden as a result. Not that that was visible in the dark. Her eyes traced the carvings, glanced at a few of the portraits. Ancestors of hers, some that she knew – most that she didn’t. “Yes,” Malle mused softly. “It is fascinating.”

She smiled. “You’re more than welcome to look around, Captain Wilson. Areas not meant for the public are—” she considered, a little amused at the thought. “Guarded. But the rest – you are my guest tonight. I want you to be comfortable.”

Turning, she opened a side door leading to a large, windowed hallway. “Would you care to walk with me?”

“Call me Louie.” Louie answered with a nod, “My father was Captain Wilson. It’s strange to be referred to as such. I’m half the captain he was.” She watched in silence as the queen entered the room, glancing up at the portraits and trinkets that Louie had been inspecting earlier. She nodded, “I grew up on my father’s ship. So all of this,” She motioned around before shrugging, “It’s a lot. Surreal even.”

Raising an eyebrow at the mention of guest, Louie couldn’t help but be somewhat suspicious. She was still a criminal. She’d only be imprisoned now instead of executed. Why in all name would the woman want her to be comfortable. “I appreciate that. Thank you.”

Louie hadn’t noticed the door earlier and she inwardly grimaced. This was probably the way to the dungeon. Still, her curiosity won out as she placed her first glass of wine on the empty table and took a long sip out of the other. “Lead the way, Queen Margaret.”

#louie x malle

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keyes-tothecrown‌:

Maddox laughed too and shook his head. Fuck, it felt so good to laugh. “You look as lovely as I remember you to. I’m afraid anything beyond that is not my area of expertise.” Lies. Maddox was vain and took care of himself even before he met a king. He would jump off a bridge before he ever wore another tank top or pair of flip flops again. “What is motivating me? Probably the same thing motivating you to get dressed up and accept the invitation here.” 

In so many ways Louie was perfect for what Malle was looking for. Hell, he was ready to talk her into handling a few extra routes Early couldn’t cover in his own business. The word prison still stuck like a burr in his shoe but the only evidence lived in a tighter smile for a second. “Time served.” 

Meaning him. Of course Maddox’s luck meant he was the only pirate to land in prison. But he survived as he always had. “No one is going to the guillotine any time soon.”

Nothing remained the same, anything could change. Get in on the ground floor quick. Make money. Bail when things get dicey and figure out something else. That was life. “I’m too old to bow to anyone. And the royals aren’t sparing us all out of the kindness of our hearts. It’s all about the money isn’t it?” Yes. It was. “Makes the world go ‘round. Keeps us all out of trouble. Pays for the blow outs.” 

Louie raised an eyebrow at that, “Really? If I remember correctly, you were much better dressed then I was in our run ins.” Louie was not one for dressing up. Hell, she spent most of her life sailing. T-shirts and jeans were her uniform and she preferred it that way. “I didn’t want them to hold my absence against me.” Also she wouldn’t hate to extend her crew out to Europe and as far as she was concerned with the downfall of Tierney, it was all ripe for the picking.

“Better then being executed.” Louie pointed out, luckily having skipped all of that thanks to her own independent operation.

She laughed, “It’s always about the money, isn’t it? So hows business going for you?” She asked, ready to cut the shit and get down to business. The real reason why she was here.

#louie x maddox

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margaretofwales‌:

She paused on her way back to the ballroom. There were seven clips holding the crown to her head – the crown, welded of pure silver, mined from Snowdonia, laden with diamonds and sapphires bigger than her fingernails, lifted high in a crown of spikes – was as heavy as it sounded. Her head ached.

And yet, she felt energized. Wide awake. Alive, even, at the prospect of the castle humming and buzzing with people, people who wanted to be there — who were happy to see her. She smiled to herself, a little, striding down the center of the hallway in a red gown.

Malle paused, outside an open door. The guard stepped forward, as though to enter first, and she considered it – and brushed him off. Tensions were already high that night, and answering with force would do no good. She opened the door.

“It’s all right.”

Her voice was soft, lilting. Obviously Welsh, if one was from the Isles and could veritably distinguish. She smiled, a little curious at the woman as she walked through a small dining room.

Malle paused, inside the doorway.

“Are you lost?”

Hearing the accent, Louie couldn’t help but jump a little before glancing over her shoulder at the woman standing before her. “Uh, what?”

She paused for a moment before bowing and then curtsying and then suddenly giving her a salute for good measure. Not really sure how to address a Queen. Hell, she wasn’t even sure how to address an envelope correctly. Return address on the back or the left hand corner? Sometimes she even messed up the stamp.

“Oh no. I’m not lost.” She said, finally answering her question. Another bow just to be safe. “Your highness... your grace?” Not really sure how to address the woman before her. She knew there were rules but she never bothered to learn them. 

“I uh, I was just exploring. Too many people and I just needed a break from small talk. No one said you couldn’t leave the ball room. At least to me...” She paused for a moment, “I just, never really been somewhere so fancy before. All this history. It’s fascinating. I can go back. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

#louie x margaret

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keyes-tothecrown‌:

He smiled to the familiar face approaching and took the drink with a thank you. Madeline Keyes and Louie’s father crossed paths along the same routes years ago. She had built a damn good crew after her father’s disappearance and managed to maintain a hold around South America despite Roman conning the rest of the world with the Tierney brand of bullshit. 

“Louie. Look at you, all glammed up for a royal event. But gorgeous as ever.” He had similar thoughts– either one of them at a gala hosted by royalty was worthy of checking the temperature in hell to see if it truly had frozen over. Maddox laughed quietly. “I can play nice when I’m properly motivated to do so. What about you, what is your take on all this?” A hand gestured to the room but he kept his eyes on her. “Looking to expand? You have two ships, yes?” 

“You’re going to make me blush, Keyes. Still a charmer I see.” She laughed, “Do you know how much I had to pay to look like this?” Louie said, obviously annoyed that she had to even dish out money to look presentable at this thing. “Doesn’t the UK have an Ultra where I can pay to get a blow out?” She murmured before smirking, taking a sip of her drink. She raised an eyebrow over her glass before looking at him, “And what exactly is motivating you to play nice?”

Of course Louie had heard rumors. Of Maddox going legitimate. She had also heard rumors that he was up to his old tricks and using his new found company as a front. She was completely interested in his motivations. 

“The fact that I’m not waiting in line for the electric chair or in a prison after stepping on this property is a miracle in it’s self.” Glancing around the room, she shrugged, “Don’t really know my take. Not really sure what royalty gets out of saving our lives and passing these laws. I’m not about to kneel to any person because their bloods tells them they’re special. But I’m not about to miss any opportunity to expand my business either.”

#no it's perfect #i love it #louie x maddox

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@margaretofwales

It was only natural for Louie to be curious about the party she was attending. This was by far the most fanciest building she’d even been in and once she was secure in knowing that jail was not in her immediate future. She ordered two glasses of wine and headed off to explore the rest of the castle, because double fisting was the only proper way to explore a place like this.

Finding a long hallway that was way too sterotypical of what would be found in fairytales, she began to investigate the paintings and looking for hidden passageways. Sipping on wine as she pretended like she was much fancier then she was.

She heard a door open and footsteps coming closer. Not even bothering to look over her shoulder, she finished her first glass of wine and called out, “I have not stolen anything. Don’t you worry.” She said, figuring security was catching up to her.

#louie x malle

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@keyes-tothecrown

Louie recognized half of the large group of people in the ballroom, most of them being friends or colleagues or rivals from other the years. It was insane to think the queen would ever want any of these people in her presence. She was still half way convinced that this was a giant set up and that she’d be spending her life in jail. The worst part about all of this was that orange was not her color.

Seeing Maddox Keyes in the flesh, she couldn’t help but smirk, ordering herself a drink and Maddox’s drink of choice before heading over to him. Handing him the drink before taking a sip of her own, “Never would I think I’d see you at a royal party let alone playing nice...”

#louie x maddox

[piratequeenxlouie]

kisses: where is your favorite place to be kissed? why?

“I’m a big fan of the neck. Make it the right combo of sucking, biting and kissing and I’ll be putty in your hands.”

#ask #Anonymous

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crush: do you have a crush or someone you secretly desire?

“Right now I am crushing on Ryan Gosling and secretly desiring that guac was free.”

#meme #ask #Anonymous

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pink: what are your opinions on valentine’s day?

“I think it’s sort of strange to pick one day out of the year where you’re supposed to be romantic. That being said, I will never say no to heart shaped pizzas, chocolate and red wine.”

#meme #Anonymous

[piratequeenxlouie]

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

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