Hobbies
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is the latest of my “I wish you would write” drabbles. Someone requested a fanfic in which Olivia is caught writing fanfic and that was such a delicious idea that I had to write it immediately. This is set in the Eleanor-verse, sometimes in the future.
Rating- PG
Summary- Eleanor exposes Olivia’s secret vice.
Words- 343
“Olivia!” I said in a sing-song voice.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why are you so cheerful?”
“Because of this!” I said, shoving my phone in her face. She took it and read out loud. “’An Offer He Can’t Refuse’. Why would I care about your bad fanfiction?”
“Because you wrote it!” I said gleefully, taking my phone back. “You wrote The Crown and the Flame fanfic!”
“I did not!” She denied, but there was a telltale red flush to her cheeks.
“Maxwell caught you on Archive of Our Own last week,” I told her, “and then we did a little sleuthing and figured out you are NevrakaQueen.”
Olivia was silent, but her jaw was set and she was glaring at me.
“I have to admit, Zenobia and Raydan is an unusual ship,” I continued, undaunted by her glare. I took a deep breath and read out loud. “ ““Kenna may not have use for you any longer, but I might,” Zenobia said slowly, tracing her hand down Raydan’s cheek, “after all I’ve heard you are the best.””
“Are you done?” Olivia asked frostily.
“Nope,” I told her, but I put my phone back in my pocket. “I intend to read every single one of these stories.”
“I hate you,” Olivia said flatly.
I just smiled. “No, you don’t. Would you feel better if I showed you the fanfic I’ve written?”
Olivia paused, considering it. “I would feel better if we could forget this conversation ever took place, but that’s not going to happen, is it?”
“No,” I told her cheerfully, “not a chance.”
She sighed, “then I guess, misery loves company, hand ‘em over, Eleanor.” She paused suddenly. “You didn’t tell Drake about this, did you?”
“No,” I assured her, “I don’t have a death wish, but I can’t speak for Maxwell.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Maxwell,” Olivia assured me and her tone was slightly ominous.
I shrugged it off though, Maxwell had an amazing habit of escaping harrowing situations unscathed, I’m sure he could handle the wrath of Olivia.
- End
