#frankxim

[conquerthenight]

Platonic or romantic Ich, Maxim and Frank. You choose! I just want them all to be happy, so make it as fluffy as you like.

The second half is slightly NSFW, you have been warned.

The sound of yet another knock on Ileana’s door caused her to jump out of her skin. She had told Bea that she’d join the others downstairs in a few moments, but for some reason the wig for her costume absolutely refused to stay pinned to her head, try as Clarice might to keep it still, and she couldn’t have it falling off in front of the guests. What sort of impression would that make? And she so wanted to make a success of the first costume ball she was to host. “I think we’d best go without it” She said to Clarice, deciding she couldn’t keep everyone waiting. Maxim would no doubt understand that she had copied the portrait of Caroline de Winter without the wig. Ileana couldn’t wait to reveal the surprise to him.

“Yes, madam. It’s proving more trouble than it’s worth” Clarice said, gingerly placing the wig onto the bed before putting the white hat onto her head to complete the ensemble.

There was another knock. “Ileana, is everything alright in there? The first people are pulling in” Frank called through the door.

Oh, Frank. Ileana loved him dearly, but she couldn’t have him seeing her costume, for she hoped to surprise him just as much as Maxim. It wasn’t exactly the done thing to love two men at once, but then again, it also wasn’t the done thing for two men to openly love another, and Maxim and Frank had welcomed her into their relationship with open arms back in Monte Carlo. She wouldn’t change that for all the riches in the world. “Just a moment, love. I don’t want to spoil the surprise” She giggled to herself.

Oh, to see the look on their faces. Ileana knew they’d be so pleased.

Frank opened the door and entered anyway, wearing a sailor’s getup, complete with an eyepatch and pirate hat. Ileana could see his eyes widen, and she could tell that his reaction was not the kind of shock she’d hoped for in the least. “You can’t go downstairs in that, dear” He said after gathering his bearings.

Ileana just looked at him with confusion. “Why not? Do you not like it?” She asked. If that was the case, at least Frank was being honest about it. They were quite similar in the fact that they wore their hearts on their sleeves, unlike Maxim who tended towards keeping his distance.

“No, it’s not that. It just that…well, Rebecca copied the Caroline de Winter portrait for last year’s ball” Frank explained, mortifying Ileana.

Everything seemed to come crashing down in that moment, and she told Frank everything. Mrs. Danvers had said that portrait was Maxim’s favorite. She had taken the suggestion at face value without even stopping to think that the housekeeper’s behavior had been suspicious. She had been so cold to Ileana ever since her arrival at Manderley. How on earth could she have been so stupid?

Frank just smiled and tapped her shoulder. “Well, there was no harm done. At least you found out before anyone else saw it” He said, chuckling a little.

Ileana had to admit, it was a bit funny, even if Mrs. Danvers’ intentions had been to humiliate her. She laughed a little as well after a moment. “You’re right, I should change out of this. Could you step out for a bit?”

Frank obliged, but not before giving her a quick peck on her lips. “I’ll tell them the dress didn’t fit. They’ll never know. Maxim will probably thank you, he won’t be the only one in normal evening wear this year” The door shut behind him.

As Clarice helped her out of the white gown and into a blue evening dress, Ileana let out a long, relieved sigh. She had come so close to causing a terrible crisis. Luckily Frank had been there to prevent it.

As Frank had predicted, Maxim wasn’t at all disappointed by the turn of events. He had merely asked what had happened to the costume she ordered, and the white lie slipped out with no further questions asked. “Next year, you ought to tell me what you’ll wear in case the shops screw it up again” His comment was only half joking, but Ileana was glad he seemed in a good mood.

“Don’t worry, darling. When that time comes, you’ll be the first to know” She was not joking at all, having learned from her close call earlier.

She spent the night dancing, mostly with Maxim and Frank, acquainting herself with the guests, and even had a glass of wine or two. For just a few hours, the shy girl Ileana had been seemed to vanish, replaced by someone livelier, though she did still find herself struggling for words a few times.

By the time the guests had all departed for the night, Ileana was very pleased with how the night had gone. Her beloveds seemed of the same mind, and the three of them adjourned to Maxim’s room to do a little celebrating of their own.

“I have to say, darling, I hadn’t expected you to pull this off as well as you did” Ileana wasn’t sure if Maxim’s words were meant as a compliment or condescension. She decided to take it as the former when her husband kissed her with a passion that she hadn’t seen from him since their honeymoon.

Frank ran his hand through Maxim’s hair, giving him a playfully scolding look. “Maxim de Winter, I hope you were talking about the ball” He said.

Maxim then kissed Frank in a similar manner to how he had kissed Ileana. “Does that answer your question, my beloved?” He teased.

“Very much so” Frank smirked, lightly slapping Maxim’s ass.

Maxim grimaced. “You’d best be on your guard. I just might take my revenge for that” He rolled his eyes. “But in all seriousness, I hardly recognized our shy little wife tonight”

Ileana couldn’t hold back a deep crimson blush, though it really didn’t signify because the room was completely dark. “I’m just glad I managed to get through it, what with the mishap with the dress and all” She immediately covered her mouth when the words slipped out.

“Something wrong, darling?” Maxim asked.

Ileana shrugged her shoulders, figuring she may as well let Maxim in on what happened. “I was planning on copying the portrait of Caroline de Winter. Mrs. Danvers mentioned you loved that painting so I thought it would be a fun surprise, but a certain someone told me that Rebecca did it first” She turned to kiss Frank on the cheek, partly to thank him, and partly to put off seeing Maxim’s reaction in case he didn’t take the story well.

Her moment of worry was for naught, as Maxim laughed at what Ileana had told him. “That’s our Frank for you, darling. Saving us all from disaster” He said. “By the way, I wouldn’t trust a word Danvers says” Maxim was most definitely mocking her naivety in taken the housekeeper’s suggestion, but Ileana was in such good spirits that she didn’t care.

Ileana could feel the two men each wrap an arm around her, and she felt that this was absolute heaven. It occurred to her then that telling Maxim the rather amusing story was the only time she had thought of Rebecca since it happened. Maybe that’s how it should have always been, and she vowed it would stay that way from here on out.

“So much for taking revenge” Frank said with a triumphant smile.

Ileana grinned, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Maxim’s wrath” She laughed once more.

Maxim looked at them both with mock offense. “As if I would ever unleash my wrath on you, Ileana” He placed his hand on his chest.

“You have done and you know it” Frank retorted.

Ileana knew he was right. She hadn’t forgotten the cupid incident, or the boathouse a few weeks ago, but Maxim had yet to snap since then, and she felt he was more than forgiven, especially after how he had just pleased her and Frank. “Water under the bridge, darling” She assured.

“You’re far too sweet for your own good, Ileana” Maxim brushed his hand against her cheek. “But if you like, I could always beg you two for forgiveness”

“Well when you put it that way…” Frank began, his impish tone clearly giving away his desires.

Ileana hardly slept that night, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[conquerthenight]

Send me any Rebecca ship, platonic or romantic, and the number of the prompt you want 😄.

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Writer’s preference

[conquerthenight]

Hey besties, I’m feeling in a creative writing mood so I’ve decided to take requests for quick one shots. Feel free to drop a prompt in my ask box. I’ll write for any Rebecca ship, platonic or romantic, and this includes one shots in the universes of all AUs I’ve written, so anything featuring Lydia is fair game too ☺️

[conquerthenight]

Ileana unspools, Beatrice measures, and Danny cuts

Frank unspools, Ileana measures, and Maxim cuts

*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?