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Hazy Shades of Winter
Happy 2023, tumblrs! Or as I like to say, “Welcome to 2020-3,” which means Year 3 of the Year 2020. The FIRST DAY of the NEW YEAR, I tested positive for Covid. For the second time within a year. I’m grateful both cases have been relatively mild, and I remain (somewhat) functional.
My first fic for 2020-3 is a collection of drabbles comprised of the many Winter OTP asks sent to me by the lovely @neotericthemis. I could’ve made it easy on myself and simply answered Person A/Person B, but I’m extra and frankly, I wondered if I could make coherent, cohesive stories from the asks … and here we are.
Not beta’d, and it’s mostly written, proofed and edited by Covid. You’ve been warned. MS Editor rates this story 99% error-free. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.
I hope all who read this enjoy it. THANK YOU to those who comment, like, and/or reblog; it is appreciated more than you will ever know.
Pairings in this story (these stories): Liam x Riley; Liam x Maxwell
Rating is M for Mature (it’s me, and better to err on the side of caution)
All characters (except Fric and Frac) belong to Pixelberry
Song Inspo: Silent Night, DRM
Word Count:4,779
Discontent Liam x Riley
Who wants to cosy up to the fire?
Who wants a kiss under the mistletoe?
Who is bad at ice skating and keeps falling on their butt?
The doors to the monarchs’ private suite quietly shut behind the King as he entered the darkened quarters. A fire burned in the hearth, embers popping and hissing as the blaze consumed the logs. The heat warded off the chill from the snow and ice outside.
It was a centuries-old palace; windows were drafty despite upgrades to the heating units.
His eyes adjusted to the dimness, and his gaze found Mara dozing fitfully in a wingback armchair. As he silently padded across the carpet, he saw his wife’s prone form on the settee in his peripheral vision.
Her white satin sleeping gown was yellowed by the firelight; a blanket was bunched at her feet. Her soft snores reminded him of a kitten purring.
Mara started at feeling the gentle shove upon her shoulder; her eyes blinked open, and she looked sheepishly at her employer. Liam reassured her with a small smile.
“You’re fine,” he whispered. He tilted his head in his wife’s direction. “Did Riley eat tonight?”
The sentry nodded affirmatively. When she spoke, her tone was hushed. “Pasta. She made sure a plate was put aside for you. It’s in the refrigerator.”
“What did she … drink?” His voice tripped over the last word.
“Wine. Just one bottle tonight.”
Liam nodded slowly, staring at a sleeping Riley before speaking. “You go get some sleep, Mara. I’m here now.”
Mara stiffly rose from her seat. “I’ll put the alarm on my way out.”
“Thank you,” the King replied as he made his way to the sofa, removing shoes and jacket along the way.
He paused to pull the throw up over Riley’s body before settling into a corner of the divan, gently lifting his Queen’s head so it now rested in his lap. January moonlight eked through partially closed curtains as his gaze trained on the fire.
There was a time when Riley would be the first one awake, dressed, and ready to indulge in outdoor winter sports, particularly ice skating despite the fact she was terrible at it. She would hit Liam over his head with pillows until he grudgingly woke up and joined her and their friends at the pond on the North Lawn.
Her eyes would widen with fright as she wobbled and stumbled onto the ice; they would fill with rueful acceptance and laughter when she inevitably fell. But they would close in blessed relief when Liam’s strong arms wrapped around her, steadying her balance as he guided them around the lake.
Now, she fretted that all the falls contributed to her infertility, despite assurances from doctors and her husband that it wasn’t true.
Christmas was their favorite holiday. Riley liked to say winter was a time of rest and rejuvenation; that the world slowed down and people were kinder, gentler when the nights were the longest. Of all her duties as Queen, her favorite project was the annual holiday decorating of the Grand Foyers at both the Palace and Valtoria. She hung mistletoe beneath every doorway, and over their bed as not-so-subtle hints to her husband to kiss her.
As if he needed reminders.
On Christmas Eve, she would enter their bedchambers naked and covered in faux mistletoe; the sun would be rising before Liam removed all the green leaves from her body.
His fingers idly combed through her hair as he recalled that his Queen had not hung one mistletoe over the holiday season. Liam could not remember the last time he and his wife had touched each other intimately.
God, he missed her.
He sighed as his gaze shifted from the fire to Riley’s profile. She looked … peaceful in repose. There was no worry, no stress, no tension in sleep. He removed his fingers from her hair, pressed a kiss to the index and middle fingers, and lay the digits against her cheek.
At least she still enjoyed sitting by a fire. They could continue to share that, at least.
“Liam?” Riley stirred slightly.
“I’m here, love,” he answered quietly.
He expected her to leave; rise up, grab a bottle of gin, and sweep into her chambers in an effort to avoid the fact she had a husband, that they had a marriage.
But she didn’t.
“The fire’s lovely, isn’t it?” she murmured sleepily as she continued to lay her head in his lap.
“It is. Do you need another blanket?” he asked, the back of his fingers idly stroking her cheek.
She shook her head slightly. “No.”
“Do you wish to retire to your quarters?”
A pause. “Can we just stay here?”
Liam released a silent sigh of relief. “Of course, love.”
Object of Affection Liam x Riley (Mermaids)
Who still believes in Santa?
Who is the best gift giver?
Who wants to go caroling?
“Lady Riley, why aren’t you ready?” Liam demanded indignantly.
He stood in her common area, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. His hands were on his hips, and a frown downturned his lips.
“Ready for what? And why are you dressed that way?” Riley questioned as she rummaged in her refrigerator. She let out a triumphant cry as she pulled out a carton of Lythikos nog.
“Caroling! Every year, the reigning monarch, along with their family and closest friends, go caroling the week before Christmas along the Stormholt Historic District. I put it on your calendar!”
Riley drank her nog directly from the carton, wiping away the left-behind creamy mustache from her upper lip with the back of her hand. Her eyes went between Liam and looking down at her outfit: blue yoga pants, a sleeveless white tee shirt that read: Peace. Love. Bubblegum.; fuzzy pink slipper socks were on her feet. Her hair was a frizzy afro.
“I never got the calendar invite. You can check for yourself,” she shrugged.
Liam began to pace the rooms, clearly agitated. “This is TRADITION, and you are treating it so … so nonchalantly! As Queen, you will be expected to …”
“You forget, me marrying you was MY idea! NOT yours. I realize the expectations. I am telling you, I received nada from you or your people,” Riley retorted as she disappeared into her bedroom.
“Where are you going now?” Liam demanded angrily.
“To get ready!” Riley snapped.
Liam tossed his hat onto a nearby chair before picking up his betrothed’s phone. “May I check your calendar?” he called out.
“I don’t care,” Riley replied before the sound of the shower turning on filled the space.
Liam’s brow furrowed as he pulled up Riley’s outlook. Obviously, she stayed logged in as it opened immediately. His eyes quickly scanned the list of correspondence: Regina, Madeleine, himself, her assistant. He tapped the calendar icon; December 18 was empty.
The frown between his brows deepened. Liam had personally sent the invitation on December 1; he hadn’t had time to follow-up with Riley on her confirmation. End-of-year was a busy time for governance, and he had been busy meeting with duchy leaders regarding finances, trade agreements, and a military alliance amongst many pressing issues.
Did he somehow overlook her invitation?
“Do I need to carry a candle and a book, like Charles Dickens?” Riley’s question interrupted his wonderings.
He looked up, and his eyes widened in wonder and delight. His fiancée stood before him in a high-necked, green velvet maxi dress adorned with white sequined snowflakes. Her hair was an upsweep of glossy brown curls. Sensibly heeled dark brown boots adorned her feet and disappeared beneath the skirt of her frock.
“You look utterly gorgeous,” Liam praised as he bowed to kiss the back of her hand.
“Thank you,” Riley blushed.
“Is the car waiting downstairs?” Riley asked as Liam helped wrap a white, woolen cloak about her body.
“We’ll be arriving by horse-drawn carriage,” Liam corrected.
“You know what would be a better tradition? A live Christmas Eve concert at Bossina Cathedral broadcast to all Cordonia so no citizen is or feels left out.”
Liam paused to stare thoughtfully at Riley. “That is definitely something to consider.”
“I’m on the Holiday Planning Committee. I’ll bring it up at the next meeting.”
In the carriage, the couple made small talk.
“What were your plans this evening if not for caroling?” Liam inquired as he held Riley’s gloved hand in his.
“Hanging Christmas lights inside my rooms. Santa has to know where to find me now since I didn’t leave a forwarding address.”
“I believe Santa knows where to find all the good boys and girls.”
“And we’re back to: I need him to know where to find me!” Riley chuckled.
“I’m happy to help you with the Christmas lights if you’d like,” Liam offered, his eyes glued on her profile.
Riley looked at him skeptically. “My people will call your people.”
They settled into comfortable silence, relishing in the scenery and each other’s company. Liam’s thoughts were focused on his Christmas present to Riley.
Her engagement ring. Her new one. One given out of want and respect, not duty and obligation.
The carriage slowed as they reached their destination, Stormholt Square.
“Will there be bathroom breaks?”
“Shopkeepers provide us with refreshments such as hot cider, hot cocoa, fudge, treats. We are also welcome to utilize their facilities.”
“Thank God,” Riley muttered as she prepared to open her door.
Before she could pull the handle, the door was swung open; before her was the Duchess of Lythikos, her red hair hidden beneath a black Russian fur hat, and her svelte figure encased in a chic red coat. Her Grace’s expression swiftly changed from delight to one of bewildered confusion; Riley saw thinly veiled consternation creep into Olivia’s green eyes.
And in that moment, Riley knew exactly what had happened to her calendar invite.
SGL x Riley B. (DC AU)
Who makes the other hot chocolate?
Who listens to Christmas music way too early?
Who puts up the Christmas lights?
“Voila! Chocolate chip Belgian waffles and caramel hot chocolate!” Liam announced with a wink as he placed a plate and mug before Riley.
Riley’s brown eyes rolled as she took in Liam wearing a snowman onesie, complete with a jaunty red scarf around his neck and a black top hat on the hood, but grew appreciative when she saw the food.
“Why are we dressed this way for breakfast?” she questioned as she pushed the sleeves of her Grinch onesie further up her arms. Riley was messy with syrup, and she liked her waffles with lots of butter and syrup.
“Tis the SEASON!” Liam explained as if it were obvious, before blowing on his cup of cocoa.
Riley looked around as she chewed her waffle; it was delicious. Liam had made them with buttermilk and vanilla.
The sounds of Ella Fitzgerald singing Christmas carols filled the apartment. A six-foot-tall tree stood in a corner of the dining area, decorated with garland, balls, and various ornaments collected over the years. Every window in Liam’s apartment was framed with twinkling Christmas lights. An inflatable reindeer stood watch on the fire escape.
“Liam, you’ve done a great job decorating, but don’t you think it’s a little … much?” she asked.
Liam looked at Riley as if she had slapped him. “THAT right there is why you’re the Grinch, Riley B.! I never figured you to be a Scrooge!”
“And I never thought you were a psycho!”
“I like Christmas, okay?”
“IT’S VETERAN’S DAY! I get it … Christmas is special, for good reason. But celebrating early detracts from the holidays that precede it and makes Christmas less special when it arrives!”
Liam shoved a forkful of waffles into his mouth. “What’s wrong with invoking the spirit that Christmas brings a little earlier? People are kinder, more generous, and just BETTER human beings at Christmas!”
“Then become a Catholic and celebrate December 25 through January 6!”
Riley held out her empty plate. “More, please.”
Liam’s eyes widened in an almost comical manner. “You just called me a psycho and told me to join an organized religion simply because I LIKE CHRISTMAS!” He shook his head resolutely. “No more waffles for YOU!”
Riley set her empty plate down slowly. “I … I didn’t say THAT!”
“But you did!” Liam argued.
“Not LIKE THAT!” Riley protested.
“YES, like that! Those words were said with intent, Riley B. Whether it was specific or general can be debated. But you spoke them with a clear intent.”
He sliced more waffle, then glanced over at her mug. “Drink your cocoa before it gets cold.”
He watched Riley lift her cup before resuming the conversation.
“My wishing to celebrate Christmas earlier is no different than a person celebrating their birthday the entire birth month. Does that somehow lessen the significance of the actual birth date?”
Riley shook her head. “It isn’t the same!”
“Why isn’t it? Tell me HOW, using your own argument, that the person celebrating their birthday all month doesn’t detract from another’s actual birthday in the same month?”
“YOU are celebrating Christmas SIX WEEKS early! You aren’t even in the birthday month!”
Liam smirked. “Christmas is a SEASON, in addition to a day. Can you tell me when the season starts?”
Riley was nonplussed. She bit her lip as she thought.
“Christmas SEASON officially begins the day after Thanksgiving and ends January 2; therefore, I’m only two weeks early, not six. Even with that, I’m still a week behind the big-box retailers.”
“Did you … did you just go Lawyer Liam on me to defend decorating early for Christmas?” Riley asked as she sipped more hot chocolate. “While dressed as a snowman?”
Liam slid from his stool to turn the waffle maker on. He tossed the red scarf over his shoulder before looking back at Riley and giving her a big wink.
“Yup!”
UnRomance Liam x Riley (The 9 ½ Weeks AU)
Who is excited for trimming the Christmas Tree?
Who wraps the presents?
Who wants to build a snowman?
I stand naked before the plate glass window wall in my dining room, watching snow fall into the East River.
“Liam, wake up!” my mother excitedly shakes me awake.
I rub my eyes and scrunch my nose, trying to wake up. It’s Christmas morning, which normally means I would already be awake, but I had stayed up late wrapping mom’s presents.
“It’s snowing! On Christmas Day!” she exclaims in a hushed whisper.
My eyes fly open; my bare feet thump heavily across the wooden floor as I race to the window. My nose presses against cold glass as I watch thick, white flakes fall to join the inches already accumulated on the ground. Our neighborhood is a quiet sea of untouched white crystals.
I turn to look at her, happiness and excitement both in my face and voice. “Mama, can we go out in it?”
She giggles as she rakes her fingers through my sleep-tousled hair. “Of course! Why do you think I woke you up?”
“YAY!” I jump up and down. “We’ll build a snowman?”
She nods in agreement. “Get showered and dressed. Breakfast soon.”
I sip cautiously at the hot black coffee in my mug as I turn from the window and walk through the living room. There is a short Christmas tree standing in one of the corners, no more than four feet tall. Riley put it there. I don’t celebrate the holidays.
“There will be NO TREE, Riley! I have told you REPEATEDLY I DO.NOT.CELEBRATE. ANY. HOLIDAY! You are free to go home to decorate and celebrate as you see fit!”
“You put up that ceramic tabletop tree! A TREE IS A TREE!”
“You need to go home,” I respond quietly. “You have no idea how to respect wishes or boundaries.”
Fear leaps in her eyes at being told to go home. “It’s just a tree. I’ll make sure it’s a small one. PLEASE??”
“I will have nothing to do with it OR this Christmas bullshit you INSIST on bringing to MY house!
She nods sadly. “It’s just a tree,” she whispers.
It’s an artificial one, pre-lit. Lights of red, green, and white twinkle against silver tinsel and golden-colored balls. There are three gifts beneath it: two are in gift bags. They are to me from Riley.
The third is wrapped in comic paper. It’s my mother’s favorite perfume. I bought it for her every year when she was alive. I have brought it for her every year since.
I climb the stairs that lead to the upper floor; I enter the dark, quiet study and sit behind my desk, contemplating what I’m about to do. I don’t turn on the computer or the television. Instead, I place my mug on the desk and rise, making my way towards the closet.
I thrust my arm inside to pull out a shopping bag; it’s filled with wrapping paper and Riley’s gifts. They’re not Christmas gifts; I don’t celebrate the holiday. She’ll merely receive them on Christmas Day.
I carry it all to the desk and begin neatly cover the purchases with silver wrapping, carefully cutting paper, and folding and tucking in corners. The sky lightens as I work; the snow continues to fall. I place the boxes into the bag and return to the closet.
I rummage on the upper shelf, my hand finding what I seek: a newspaper-wrapped ceramic angel holding a sparkly star. I place her atop the gifts and carry bag and mug back downstairs with me. The bag goes beneath the tree, and I carefully unwrap and place my mother’s angel atop it.
I walk into the kitchen, pour the dregs of my coffee down the drain, and check the refrigerator for breakfast ingredients. I slowly head for my bedroom, enjoying the dimness and silence. When I enter, I see a robed Riley clutching a panel of blackout curtain in one hand, her face so close to the glass I’d wager her nose is pressed against it. She turns when she hears me, her face alight with a joyous smile.
“Liam! It’s snowing! On Christmas Day!” she gushes happily.
I stare at her, wanting to tell her to stop being such a child, and to get back in bed.
But I don’t.
She doesn’t know that there is a present for her beneath the Christmas tree. She doesn’t know that I am preparing one of her favorite breakfasts this morning: French crepes, bacon, and matcha latte.
All she knows is that it’s snowing on Christmas morning, and that she’s with me.
I allow her to be happy and enjoy this moment.
I see myself in her.
“Breakfast soon,” I promise as I climb beneath the covers, turning my back to her and the window.
Riam
Who puts up the Christmas lights?
Who hits up Black Friday sales?
Who starts a snowball fight?
“Get back here, you little heathen!” Riley ordered, just before tripping over one of her sons’ toys and faceplanting into the plush carpeting of the boys’ nursery.
Her firstborn, Frac, stopped running when he heard her fall; he stopped and turned, then burst into laughter at seeing his mother felled like a tree.
He pointed a chubby finger at Riley, chanting, “Heevin”.
His mother closed her eyes and slowly counted to 10. It was too early for the emotional damage being inflicted upon her by the tiny humans she helped create.
“You cannot say ‘heathen’ around dada, do you understand?”
“Dada heevin! Dada heevin!” Frac laughed.
Fric, his identical twin and the youngest by three minutes, toddled around Riley and was repeatedly poking his finger into one of her butt cheeks, prominently outlined through her flannel nightgown due to a gigantic wedgie.
“Mama butt!”
“Oh, dear LORD! Stop touching it, little boy!” Riley huffed as she gently smacked Fric’s hand off her.
Frac hurriedly joined his brother, and the boys clambered onto Riley’s back, knocking her back to the floor before she could fully stand; the pair rocked back and forth and bounced up and down on their mother, tiny fingers gripping her gown while shrieking with laughter as they alternated between saying, “Horthee” and “Heevin butt.”
A brisk knock on the door preceded a freshly dressed Liam’s entry; his greeting died on his lips as he took in the scene before him:
His wife face down on the floor, flailing her legs and pounding her fists against the floor, yelling, “STOP THAT!”; a section of her nightgown was bunched between her butt cheeks.
His sons, naked except for diapers, using Riley for horseback rides, while yelling something that sounded suspiciously like horse’s heathen butt.
“Francis! Jonathan!” Liam addressed his sons by their Christian names in a firm tone as he strode towards his family.
The boys abruptly halted their movements, turning their heads almost guiltily. Bright, guileless smiles wreathed their faces when they saw their father.
“DADA!” They scrambled off their mother and ran to Liam.
The King squatted so he was eye-level with his sons. “What were you doing to your mother?” he demanded.
“Mama heevin,” Frac stated as if that explained everything.
“They tried to KILL ME, Liam.” Riley moaned dramatically as she rolled over onto her back. “They are implementing their plan of world domination, and I’m the test subject!”
Liam wagged an index finger before the twins’ faces. “Your mother is NOT a heathen, and we will continue this discussion,” he promised.
The twins looked at each other with startled eyes. “Oh, oh!” they said in unison before scampering off to their bedroom.
Liam chuckled as he stretched out beside his wife. “What did we do before those two came along?”
“Have peace, quiet, allll the food, and not live in fear for our lives.” Riley threw her forearm across her brow.
Liam turned his head so his eyes could take in Riley’s profile. “Do you want to try for another one?”
Riley turned her head, meeting his gaze. “Yes,” she answered softly.
Their hands reached for the other’s, and they lay in relative quiet for a few moments.
“We need to head to Valtoria before the storm comes,” Liam stated.
The royal family would be spending the Christmas/New Year holiday season at the Queen’s duchy as they did every year. This winter season, Valtoria was experiencing significant snowfall and with more accumulation expected all week, it appeared there would be a white Christmas.
“Gladys informed me yesterday that all the orphanages received their packages from “Santa”, so that’s good. And multiple deliveries were made to the Great House from online shippers, so guessing my Black Friday purchases arrived as well.”
“You weren’t the only one to take advantage of lower prices and free shipping, love,” Liam reminded her.
“Did you use my Prime account?” Riley demanded.
“Did you use my credit card?” her husband countered.
Silence. “Maybe.”
Liam laughed quietly as he moved closer to Riley. “Then we’re even.”
“We need to leave within the next hour if we’re going to arrive before more precipitation. Maybe we can take the boys out in the snow before it gets too heavy.”
“Judging by what I walked in on, it’s going to take you that long to get them clothed.”
“You dress them, I’ll order breakfast to go and get ready. Make sure to put them in their reindeer snowsuits.”
Liam’s brow knit. “Love, where did our children learn words like heathen and butt?”
Riley shook her head. “No idea. Maybe those Mickey Mouse cartoons they watch.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed. “I think you do know.”
“You can’t prove that!”
“But I can settle it. Snowball fight in Valtoria.”
“Heathens versus Butts? You’re on!” Riley accepted the challenge as Liam helped her from the floor. “Just so you know, I’m the heathen.”
Liam eyed her posterior admiringly as she made her way to the door. “It’s looking like a butt from here.”
The Queen stuck out her tongue before disappearing through the doorway.
Writer’s Choice (Laxwell)
Who wants to see the Christmas parade?
Who throws the Christmas party?
Who makes homemade gifts?
“This is going to be the BEST Christmas EVER!” Maxwell announced delightedly as he tucked into his lunch.
The Duke of Valtoria, Liam Rys, stared dubiously across the table at his lover before reaching for dressing to pour over his salad. “It’s going to be such a whirlwind! I much prefer a slower-paced, quieter holiday.”
“New Year’s will be quiet. Just us,” Maxwell promised.
“Thank goodness. I don’t want any wild parties, Max!”
“We got the Beaumont Bash, Holiday Edition scheduled on the 23rd. No one will have recuperated enough for another one so soon.”
“Then on Christmas Day, I’m Grand Marshal of the Valtorian Christmas Parade,” Liam added.
“I’ll be front row, and I’ll walk the entire parade route with you. You won’t be alone.”
Liam chuckled as he sliced into his grilled chicken. “With rumors of the entire duchy attending, I would hope not!”
“Your constituents love you.”
Liam shook his head. “They didn’t when I raised the tax rate.”
“Sales tax! By only 3%, and it’s still the lowest in all of Cordonia. Besides, if they don’t, I do,” Maxwell looked up from his plate to bat his eyes at Liam.
“And I love you more,” Liam smiled fondly at the young Lord.
“Y’know, I was thinking … since Christmas Day is going to be jam-packed with the Parade and family dinners, maybe we could exchange gifts Christmas Eve,” Maxwell suggested as he ladled gravy onto his mashed potatoes.
Liam’s eyes widened appreciatively over the rim of his wineglass. “Excellent idea, love!”
“I can’t wait for you to see your present!”
Liam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Is it a peacock?”
Maxwell raised an eyebrow, his expression giving away nothing. “I’m not telling.”
“Max, if you got me a PEACOCK … you KNOW I’m allergic!”
“Is that what you’re calling being a scaredy-cat nowadays?” Maxwell teased.
Liam bunched up his cloth napkin and lobbed it at his boyfriend. It harmlessly bounced off Maxwell’s hair and onto the carpet. “No peacocks!” Liam warned.
Maxwell grinned to himself. He most definitely had not gotten Liam a peacock, but there was a puppy. A Corgi, rescued from the local animal shelter. That was gift number one.
Gift number two spoke to Liam’s sentiment; it was a pinboard, handcrafted by Maxwell himself. With the help of the Great House’s staff.
It was made of cork, wood that had been painted in Cordonian blue, and macrame rope. Maxwell put a lot of thought into what would go onto the board: peacock feathers; a photo of Queen Eleanor and baby Liam; the ticket stubs from their first U2 concert; a copy of his letter to Liam on their second anniversary; glitter; a picture of Liam the day of his coronation as Duke of Valtoria, wearing his coronet and carrying a shield decorated with the Valtorian coat of arms; a stock photo of two clinking beer bottles, and a photo of their mothers at a tea party, grinning conspiratorially at each other over tea cups.
He hoped Liam liked it.
Liam, across the table, was finishing his meal debating if he should get a refund on Maxwell’s gift. The second-born to the throne was now absolutely convinced that he was getting a peacock for Christmas.
His gift to Maxwell was a two-week trip to France next summer. They would be attending the Peacock Society’s annual electronic dance music festival in Paris. Max would be upset that the Peacock Society had nothing to do with actual peafowl, but in-person attendance at an actual festival would make up for that.
After the three-day festival, the pair would be off to hike the Pyrenees Mountains.
The trip they never got to take.
“WHAT?” Maxwell exclaimed as he reached for more chicken and potatoes. “I feel you watching me!”
“Good! Because I am going to KEEP watching you, every day until Christmas Eve.”
“Well, let me make it worth your while, …” Maxwell pulled his sweater over his head, exposing his muscled bare chest, hippo tattoo, and rippled abs.
He winked at Liam before eating a forkful of chicken and salad.
The Duke audibly gulped before licking his suddenly dry lips. “Please, continue,” he urged.
“If I do that, I’m giving you your present early,” Maxwell protested with a sly grin.
Liam had risen from his seat and was pulling Maxwell from his. “I’ll still want it on Christmas Eve.”
“But the surprise!” Maxwell mock protested as he willingly let Liam lead him towards their bedroom.
“You’ll think of something between now and then.”
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Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week 2023
MBAW Master List
Thanks so much to everyone that participated in this! We were absolutely thrilled with the response! Here is the compiled list of all submissions from the event!
Please remember to tag us in Max content all year long-yours or others-so that we can reblog it for others to find.
Head Canons:
Appreciation and HC's from @angelasscribbles
Max Appreciation from @twinkleallnight
New Stories:
Max Bleaches his Hair by @harleybeaumont
Max's Room by @angelasscribbles
A Leviathan Surprise by @karahalloway
Marabelle by @tessa-liam
The Best Ramsford Has To Offer by @queenmiarys
What Happens in New York: by @angelasscribbles
Praise The Lord by @dcbbw
Maxwell's Jolly Holiday by @harleybeaumont
Throwback Stories:
Crossed by @queenmiarys
Bare a Laxwell story by @dcbbw
List of Max stories by @harleybeaumont
List of Max stories by @angelasscribbles
List of Bad Romance Max chapters/one shots by @angelasscribbles
Confessional 1: Survivor Cordonia by @bebepac
Once Upon a Time by @twinkleallnight
Came for the Prince, Fell for the Lord by @squid-princess-teach-swallow
The Royal Tea Party: Max as a father. by @harleybeaumont
Dads on the Edge: Max as a father (along with the rest of the BR gang) by @angelasscribbles
We are including Mirage by @thefullbeaumonty We're not sure if she's still around by this gem deserved inclusion.
Pairings:
Max Pairings @angelasscribbles
Maxwell Beaumont Pairings and Moodboards @harleybeaumont
Visuals:
Maxwell, Julianna and son Julian @queenmiarys
Maxwell and Julianna Wedding Reception @queenmiarys
Maxwell Beaumont by @duchess-of-lythikos
Maxwell and Riley by @duchess-of-lythikos
Small Doses by @duchess-of-lythikos
Some Maxwell wallpaper we threw in for good measure
Max in his birthday suit (haha, not that one, an actual suit!) by @ladylamrian
Snippets but with Max gifs at the end
Valentine's date @squid-princess-teach-swallow
Fanart by @twinkleallnight from The Other Friend by @alj4890
Spread Joy Quote by @storyofmychoices
Moodboard/Questionnaire by @karahalloway
Maxwell Visuals: Moodboards by @angelasscribbles
Face Claims by @alj4890
Visuals Face Claims by @harleybeaumont
Thirsty Pics by @harleybeaumont
Grant Gustin by @squid-princess-teach-swallow
Face Claims by @bebepac, @tessa-liam and @queenmiarys
Hippo by @twinkleallnight
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Maxwell Pairings
Day 5 of Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week: Romantic Pairings. MBAW hosted by @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation
Max x Alec: This relationship only happens in Hinge. Alexandros Eliades, aka Alec, is Liam’s personal guard, handpicked by Drake to replace himself when Liam assigned him to Riley’s detail. They become a couple in “New Year’s Eve in Valtoria” and you see them together in “Summer Breeze”. They are just sweet and fluffy. I love them.
Max x Liam: I first put Max and Liam together in Bad Romance but then I found @dcbbw Laxwell and I fell head over heels in love with this ship. In any universe I create where Riley is with Drake and not Liam, you can just about bet that Liam is with Max. I’m giving away twists here to anyone that hasn’t already read them, but they are a couple in Star Crossed and end up married in Lavender and Crimson.
Max x Riley: I most frequently put him with Riley. I have a few one-shots that are just Max and Riley, but he has most often ended up with her in some type of poly or secret love affair situation. It’s implied in Unbothered that he’s with her when Drake (who is married to Riley) mentions that Maxwell introduced him to the concept of hot wifing. He shows up in Secrets (as a secret hahaha) and I’m not sure yet if Unexpected will end with just Riley and Max or some sort of triangle with Liam.
Max x Riley x Liam: Likely my favorite pairing/story. In Bad Romance, Liam and Max start out as romantic rivals for Riley’s affection, but we later learn that Max has always had a romantic interest in Liam. When things come to a head, Riley comes up with a unique solution to break the tension. This leads to the three of them becoming a throuple.
Face Claims:
Max - Xavier Serrano
Alec - Dominic Zamprogna
Liam - Daniel Henny
Riley - Barbara Palvin
Tagging under cut
All Things TRR:
@nestledonthaveone @karahalloway @tessa-liam @belencha77 @lovingchoices14
@21-wishes @secretaryunpaid @lunaseasblog @princessleac1 @bebepac
@emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @73geenalove @sillydg @twinkle-320
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tinkie1973 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @mainstreetreader
@amandablink @harleybeaumont @xpandass420x @ladyangel70 @twinkleallnight
@dcbbw @indiacater @queenmiarys @phoenixrising0308 @gabesmommie1130
@kingliam2019 @3pawandme @bascmve01
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Smut anon heehee. Anyone you feel has good ones. I'm not that picky.
Smut anon! I love that! 😂
There are so many, and I’ll probably miss a lot, but I’m sure any of these have their own recs as well. And anyone else can feel free to add onto this 🍋 list.
@dcbbw - pick a pairing, any pairing, and she probably has it. From Liam x MC, Liam x Kiara, Laxwell, Driam, you name it. And it’s amazing!
@debramcg1106 - she’s got Drake x MC and Driam, all of which is amazing. She also writes Logan x MC!
@zaffrenotes - her Liam is 😍 I recommend everything and anything Liam from her, but definitely check out Strikhedonia! She also has Logan x MC and Colt x MC.
@burnsoslow - Drake x MC and some Damien x MC as well! And Liam x MC!
@choiceslife - Driam, Ethan, Drake x Chris!
@heauxplesslydevoted - Amazing Ethan x MC and Thomas Mendez x MC!
@thecordoniandiaries - Liam x MC
@isporticus1234 - Liam x MC, Ethan x MC, and other pairings too.
@kaitycole - Drake x MC, Driam, and Sawyer x MC!
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14, 19, 27 😊
14. A fic you didn't expect to write
I wrote a one shot about Kayden from TRM! When I first saw him I was like 'Meh' but he's grown on me.
19. any new fics to start next year
Us & Other Stories - a TRR romcom AU!
27. your favourite fic writer this year
@sirbeepsalot for her series Anton. Holy shit it's brilliant. I tell her I get heart palpitations while reading it.
Also special mention to @dcbbw for always producing beautiful writing, especially about Liam and Maxwell (Laxwell).
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Taking the L
I am participating in #KingLiamAppreciationWeek (#KLAW), hosted by the ever-lovely @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes. This is my offering for Day 1: Throwback/Character Appreciation. I will be providing at least one more story for the event; if I do it correctly, the fic will cover the additional themes/days.
So, this is basically me giving my opinion and head canons about Liam while linking throwback fics into the dialogue; while I have all the love and appreciation in the world for my first, true LI, it may be best to have some of my Rileys express what they treasure and cherish most about the Liam they are paired with. After all, they are the ones with the man day in and day out.
Thank you to all who will read this brain dump; I can only hope it makes sense and comes across in a coherent manner. Everything is below the cut.
PB birthed Liam Rys, but us content creators raise him.
Song Inspiration: Fanfiction on the Internet, Jake Timothy
Word Count: 1,207
Why Liam?
My reason is incredibly simple (and it isn’t because it’s The Royal Romance) … I have dated enough Drake Walkers and Maxwell Beaumonts in real life; no way am I doing it in an alternate universe and spending real dollars to do so.
I dealt with enough games and guards/walls and insecurities and mothering of men; I have done more than my share of putting forth efforts and ego-stroking and reminders and pushing and prodding. I have begged men to love me and proved (to no avail) that my love is worthy of acceptance.
Playing the game with Liam as my LI is my form of escape from reality … the refreshing openness, honesty, and emotional availability Liam Rys provides gives me hope, and will always be my why.
Which Liam?
My preferred Liam is Asian Liam (Asiam). When I first joined the fandom almost 5 years ago, Caucasian Liam (Whiam) was the King of choice for the majority of the fandom, and I remember being nommed for a Clown Award for fetishy writing because I wrote a tall, black MC with Asiam. (I received 7% of the vote)
Asiam is my default Liam, and not just because I see him (looks-wise) as a cross between Gong Yoo and Alex Landi; in my head canon, Asiam is patient (more than most), more sensuous than sexual, logical, an overthinker, and has a humility that is rare for someone born into and raised in an environment of the highest privilege.
He is the driving force behind Riam, Sock Game Liam in the DC AU, UnRomance, and the majority of my TRR-themed one-shots and limited series including The Platinum AU, Driam, and Laxwell.
My love for Asian Liam does not stop me from using the other versions of Liam.
I know I’m in the minority here with my thought process, but I see each version of Liam as a separate person with a distinct je ne sais quoi who just happens to share core characteristics and personality traits with the other two.
I think it would be especially true for Asiam (whom PB did not even classify as an ethnicity, and let's not get into the whitewashing of his mother, Eleanor), and Black Liam (Bliam). While all versions of Liam have a mother who is both a commoner and foreigner, two of them have a parent of color, which (again, to me) has to influence how they are perceived by the international audience they are constantly paraded in front of.
White Liam (Whiam) to me, is trusting, definitely carnal, and has a boldness ...a recklessness if you will; yet he is hesitant to fully embrace his role as King. This Liam takes the lead in stories such as The Commoner’s Wife, Streets of New York, One Night Stand, and he is the Liam of choice in the upcoming stories, Sins of the Father, Best Friend, and Body Count.
I have plans for Bliam; he is the star in a few upcoming fics: Looking, Heartland, Life in a Southern Town (the Election AU), and Eight Minutes. For me, Bliam exudes a confidence the other Liams do not, which is at odds with my head canon that this particular Liam is more guarded than Drake and more of a loner.
Currently all three Liams can be found in my Remix series (only two chapters in, but more is coming!) where Asiam is a complete thot. (He can be an anomaly at times)
Head Canons (strictly my envisionings, opinions, and thought processes that formulate my version of Cordonia’s favorite King)
· His name is Liam, not William; his mama named him Liam and that’s good enough for me. And coming from a family where me and my siblings all have names that begin with an R, I like the Leo, Liam, Lena thing; bonus that the first syllable for each is pronounced “Lee”
· He has BDE, and the BD to back it up
· He is not submissive in the bedroom. Being King is a 24/7 job, and I do not see him just shedding that type of power the second nakedness enters the picture
· I also do not see him as dominant in the bedroom; for his partner’s pleasure, he can be assertive (not to be confused with aggressive). The man is still kinky though
· However, he has no problem with a transference of power between he and his partner between the sheets (within reason)
· Liam grew up in an environment where unilateral decisions that affect the entire country are made in a millisecond; hence the Coronation night fiasco. If keeping you a secret from Cordonia means you’re safe … it’s worth the fallout
· Madeleine was his only choice that night because another suitor’s acceptance would immediately become a political arrangement, with their families/houses effectively trapping Liam in a marriage neither party wants
· It doesn’t happen often, but he and MC argue. Loudly
· He’s a social smoker, especially when networking or brokering a deal/arrangement/alliance
· If he’s pouring a scotch, he’s stressed
· MC is his first true/real relationship
· He is not perfect
· He makes mistakes
· Two of my Liams can cook; the rest are at the mercies of the kitchens and Riley
· He doesn’t flaunt his wealth
· He is deeply spiritual (believes in a higher power and prayer), but doesn’t begin attending church until he and MC have created a family
What is the one thing Riley appreciates most about (her) Liam?
Riam Riley: I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Riley B.: I would have to say his thoughtfulness. When he borrows my car, he returns it with a full tank of gas. When he comes to my place, he brings in my mail and packages. He’ll Venmo me money when it’s a couple of days before payday. He looks out for me.
Mermaids Riley: His vulnerability. It’s hard to open to someone you hated for absolutely no reason, then find out you’re going to marry them, and now you have to get to know said person and let them get to know you as well. The more we talk and spend time together, the more I learn and not just the surface stuff. That takes more than courage, and I admire it.
Platinum AU Riley/Raleigh: I haven’t seen him in 10 years, but I remember his intelligence. He was more than educated or smart; Liam had a hunger for knowledge, and constantly fed it. He was open-minded as well, so prone to listen to opposing perspectives and broadening his mindset.
Discontent Riley: What I appreciate most about Liam? His selflessness. We’ve had … we’re having our share of problems, but he is always there for me despite public opinion, and at great risk to his reign. I can only imagine the toll our losses and my drinking have taken on his health on all levels, but he only cares for mine. I don’t deserve him.
UnRomance Riley: I appreciate the way he takes care of me. It may not always be the way I would want or even like, but he knows what I need without me saying a word.
Riam Riley: Oh, dear Lord! It’s my turn again? Okay, okay … I got one. It’s his even-temperedness. He’s the calm to my storm, he listens to me go on and on and on, especially when I’m hormonal which is all the time. Liam is steady. He makes things make sense. Not saying he doesn’t get frustrated, fed up, and angry … he does. But he’s never volatile, and it never lasts long. He truly forgives and forgets.
And there you have it, dear reader … a few things I think makes my Liam(s) tick and sets him apart (if only slightly) from the others. Your mileage may vary.
Tagging: @jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @neotericthemis @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmet @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys @kingliamappreciationweek @lizzybeth1986 @sazanes
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Six Sentence Sunday January 3, 2021
I haven’t posted a Six Sentence Sunday in forever! Fortunately, for the first Sunday of 2021, I have managed to get words and thoughts out of my head and onto paper (or screen).
Everything is under the cut (and it’s a little bit of a lot)
The Life We Lived, Chapter 3:
His wife nodded and reached over into his plate to grab his fish sandwich. She wasn’t a fan of the seafood, but it was deep fried, and the bread was loaded with mayo, lettuce, tomato, onions, and jalapenos. It looked delicious.
She was on her third bite when her husband returned. His eyes widened in disbelief at seeing both of Riley’s hands gripping half his sub sandwich, mayonnaise dripping from her lips. Without a word, he sat down, pulled her beef lo mein in front of him. and began eating it.
“What did Thomas want? Is the job offer at the firm still open?” Riley licked her lips before taking another hearty bite.
Liam twirled flavorful noodles around the tines of his fork before spearing tender pieces of beef. His expression was thoughtful when he looked at his wife. “He offered me a case, but it isn’t immigration. It’s criminal. Murder.”
Riley’s eyes widened. “You’re not a criminal attorney.”
“I know enough to be a public defender,” Liam argued. “And it’s pretty open and shut. Apparently, the accused is admitting guilt; they just want to not get the death penalty or life with no chance of parole.”
Riley snatched her beef lo mein away from Liam; she shoveled a huge forkful in her mouth. “How much?” she asked suspiciously.
Liam’s eyes held hers. “One million even.”
Riley choked on her food. “What the FUCK?? When do you start?”
Liam chuckled softly before leaning over and kissing Riley with the slightest hint of tongue. “Not so fast, there. That’s a lot of money from a person admitting they’re guilty of murder, of all things. Which makes me think there’s more here than meets the eye.”
Riley nodded slowly. “So, you’re gonna think about it?” she asked hopefully.
Untitled #WackyDrabble #76:
The King stood at his study’s window, his dark eyes peering up at an even darker sky. He held a glass of scotch in one hand; he absent-mindedly shook it, causing amber liquid to swirl gently. In his other hand, he held a black velvet ring box. His eyes left the starry sky to look down at the box.
Inside was a symbol of his devotion, loyalty, and commitment. That he would slide onto his fiancée’s finger tomorrow morning.
He would have a wife. Cordonia would have a Queen.
Except Cordonia was an exacting mistress, not easily appeased. Demands for an heir would soon follow, then a spare would be required.
This wasn’t supposed to be my life.
With a sigh, Liam tucked the jewelry box into his suit jacket pocket before closing the curtains; he turned away from the window and sank into the chocolate leather of his oversized chair. His eyes roamed over his desk: personal photographs, stacks of paperwork divided by progress and priority, a Bible of the Orthodox Church.
He lifted his head at a knock on the door; hope and eagerness flooded his body as he called for his visitor to enter. It fled as quickly as it came when he saw who his visitor was.
White Sock Fuckery (SGL Ask):
The October evening was damp and chilly. Streetlamps glowed pale yellow against the night. The heavy rain that had drenched the nation’s capital from sunrise to sunset had finally eased into a light mist. The few leaves left on the trees lining Rhode Island Avenue at Logan Circle were bent and downward facing with the weight of moisture.
A figure slid from the vehicle double parked in the street, a large bag filled with purchases clutched in one hand. They didn’t turn around to watch the vehicle drive away; they were too busy searching for keys. With an audible gasp of relief, fingers pulled out a keyring and the person entered the building.
In the lobby of the apartment complex, the person headed directly up the stairs to Unit #2. The hall was quiet, the lighting dim. More keys were inserted into locks, and the person was inside. They leaned against the closed front door, exhaling a sigh as they inhaled patchouli and the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Their eyes traveled quickly over the darkened rooms.
Unopened wine bottles on the kitchen counter, remote control tossed carelessly on the sofa, a pile of laundry tossed atop the stacked washer/dryer.
Still clutching the bag, the person traveled the short hallway that led to the bedroom. Flipping a switch filled the somewhat spacious area with bright light. Tossing the bag on the bed, the person went to the chest of drawers placed in the exact center between two of the room’s four windows. A quick glance at their watch informed them they had 15 minutes before their ride returned.
Pulling the top drawer open, the person’s eyes widened in a hybrid of horror, disbelief, and humor.
What the actual fuck?
Dress Up (SGL x Riley B Kinktober ask)
“You know I wouldn’t do anything you’re not ready for,” he assured her. “But I think we’re both ready for something. Let’s call it a tension breaker.”
“Tension breaker?” Riley arched a brow as her arms circled his neck.
“It has to be done,” Liam affirmed as his lips pulled hers into a deep kiss.
When they parted a full minute later, Liam whispered in her ear. “I want to touch your body, Riley B.”
Riley looked at him with eyes dark with desire and clouded with wariness. “No sex!”
“I know,” Liam nodded.
“You think I’m silly. And I probably am, but …”
Liam shook his head. “No. You’ve been hurt. I’m fine with going slowly. I just need you to remember I’m not those other guys. I’m not gonna dump you in Target or pop in for 15 minutes of your time every six months like Bootycall Keith.”
Riley kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thank you. I just … I wanna get it right this time.”
“Me too.” His fingers raked through her hair.
“And it’s Keith the Bootycall. Like Chance the Rapper.”
Liam rolled his eyes as he shrugged out of his shirt; he didn’t see why he had to get that scrub’s name right.
Sunday Bruch, Chapter 10
Olivia ate a hearty forkful of her roasted quail and root vegetable casserole. “Hamid wanted to join us, but I thought it best that this luncheon be girls only.”
Riley looked at her confused. “Why? I’d love to meet the man who took you away from Court.”
Olivia set her fork down; she leaned across the table so she and Riley were practically nose to nose. “First, no one took me away from Court. I am still very much a member; I just choose not to socialize with you heathens. Second, you’re pregnant with no idea who the father is. You don’t want this to become an international scandal! You do realize Hamid has his own kingdom to oversee? And he can be a Chatty Cathy with an especially … juicy tidbit.”
Riley nodded as Olivia pulled away. A pale hand swept across her crimson locks before the Duchess of Lythikos brought a wine glass to her lips.
“So, what are you going to do?”
Riley shrugged as she scooped venison, rice, and gravy. “Honestly, I don’t know. I want to stay with Maxwell. Thinking all the men have brown hair; all of us except Maxwell have brown eyes. Maybe Max is the dad by default?”
Olivia blinked. This woman cannot be this fucking stupid! She lightly cleared her throat.
“How were you ever Queen?” Olivia huffed. “You do know none of these men look alike, right? As much as I love a good drama, the smart thing … the responsible thing to do is to have a DNA test done. Then sit down and have a talk with Maxwell and the child’s father.”
“NO!” Riley exclaimed, bits of food flying from her mouth. “I can’t do that! That’s just … out of the question!”
“You should have thought of that before having a threesome with Drake Walker and Rashad Domvallier.”
“It was just something to do,” Riley muttered.
“Now it’s become someone to raise.” Olivia sliced into a savory yam. “THIS is why I no longer come around. You people are a circle jerk of messy sex and share relationships. I have found keeping your circle small helps keep your hole tight.”
Untitled Laxwell:
In the kitchen, he found his lover sitting in the dark at the dining table. The flipping of the light switch revealed a decanter of scotch sat beside him, and a glass of the liquor was in front of him. His blue eyes lifted long enough to take in his boyfriend’s slightly disheveled countenance.
“Rain wake you up?’ he asked as he took a swallow of his drink.
Liam shook his head, frowning slightly. Maxwell wasn’t a drinker; he wanted to be, but the most the younger Beaumont could handle was a glass of wine. Two, at most. Anything more or something stronger went to his head immediately. And Maxwell tended to be a belligerent drunk, his ire fueled by jealousy.
Liam sat down cautiously across from his boyfriend.
“What are you doing up? And drinking?”
Maxwell shrugged while tugging at his wrinkled tee shirt. “Thinking.”
“About what?”
Maxwell said nothing as he picked up his glass to drink more scotch.
“How many glasses have you had?” Liam asked suspiciously.
“This is my second.”
“So, what are you thinking about that has you up in the middle of the night, drinking scotch?”
Liam settled back in his chair, outstretching his arm so his hand covered Maxwell’s .A slight smile quickly flickered across the young Lord’s lips. When he raised his face to look at Liam, his expression was blank but his eyes sad.
“My mother.” It was simply said, but Liam knew the pain that lay behind the two words.
Untitled JGL one-shot:
One night, soon after Liam Rys started, I found myself staying late to help out the accounting team. Quarterly reports were coming up which meant every broker needed their monthly numbers. Of course, a good broker keeps their own numbers, but with Barthelemy as Managing Director, there are no good brokers.
Just a bunch of good old boy club members who like to smoke cigars, drink liquor, and grope tits.
And then there are the rest of us.
I run the numbers for my team and go to drop Liam’s reports off at his desk; when I reach his cubicle, I stop short. It’s after 8 pm, and he is hunched over his desk. His cheeks are flushed, he’s gnawed his lower lip raw, and wears a scowl of vexation on his face.
“What are you still doing here?” I ask as I lay the reports in his inbox.
His dark eyes glance up at me before falling back down to the computer screen. “I have to put together a portfolio for a new client by tomorrow morning. Came straight from the Managing Director.”
“And it has you looking like that?”
“He has very specific stocks he wants to invest in, but none of them are going to give the client the yield the MD insists upon.”
I roll my eyes and hold out my hand to see the mock portfolio. With a sigh, Liam passes it to me before leaning back in his chair. He rubs his eyes, and glances at the clock. He pulls open a desk drawer and grabs an apple.
I look around for a place to sit in the small cubicle, but there isn’t any. Liam’s bicycle takes up all the available space. Instead, I kick off my heels and rest against the cloth-covered partition as I quickly review the documents.
“They’re playing you,” I state flatly as I pass the papers back.
Liam looks at me, confusion and an underlying hardness in his eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
“What they’re asking of you is impossible. All the stocks are duds, poor performers. They set you up to fail. Or go crazy, whichever one comes first.”
Not tagging folks; if you see it and want to play, feel free to do so!
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As you already know how much I just love going through your masterlist, reading. stories and just start sending you paragraphs after paragraphs about what I thought of any series even though you have never asked me
I would really like to know what goes inside that sweet brain of yours when you think of weird pairings? Like do you just wake up one day like "Hmmm..methinks Drake and Maxwell would totally hit it off if I just think about it more"🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
All the jokes aside, I love literally everything you have ever written, or you will ever write so I'll just look for another series and start telling you my oh-so-precious thoughts before you probably block me
Love youuu💕💖
You're a bomb💣💥
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Thank you so much, Nonny!
I think the only crackship(s) I can truly take credit for are Laxwell (Liam x Maxwell) and Kaxwell (Kiara x Maxwell) ... and that is only because I had not seen those pairings together when I wrote them.
Driam, Dramien, Draxwell, Liam x Kiara, etc. were alive and well when I joined the fandom, but for ANY pairing I write (traditional and crack), I look for their connections, their similarities and differences, and how they can play off each other.
I am considering a Bertrand x Olivia (platonic only) and need to finish a platonic Bertrand x Hana. So stay tuned, and keep reading!
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Meet My Favorite Pairing
Thanks for the tag, @ao719! I actually received two requests (SGL x Riley B. and Laxwell) because I have a lot of pairings I love equally. I can’t do moodboards, so please enjoy this gif of the Cherry Blossoms in Washington, DC!
-> Book: The Royal Romance/DC AU version
-> Pairing: Sock Game Liam x Riley B
-> Relationship Status: Best Friends/Almost Lovers
-> Their Song(s): ABC, Park Hye Jin for Riley B; Beyond, Leon Bridges for SGL
-> Ideal Date: While they haven’t had an “official date”, they enjoy pasta at Vapianos, Chinese food from Riley’s favorite place, or staying in while SGL recreates YouTube cooking video meals
-> A Show They Watch Together: Friends, I Love Lucy, Monk, Frasier, How I Met Your Mother, How to Get Away with Murder, Grey’s Anatomy
-> Their Favorite Meal To Share: Dinner! Bonus points if it’s pizza and wine on a rainy night while classic jazz plays in the background
-> Favorite Thing About Each Other:
* physical – They love each other’s everythings, but standouts are her height for him, and his smile for her
* personality – Riley loves Liam’s patience and attentiveness. Liam loves Riley’s humor and independence, although it borders on stubbornness.
-> Who:
* made the first move — Liam with that kiss!
* cooks better — Riley. She doesn’t need YouTube
* dances better — Liam
* wakes up first — Riley
* is funnier — It’s a tie
* is more organized —Liam
* is more romantic — Liam
* has better taste in music —Another tie
* is more likely to scream at the sight of a spider — Riley
* cries more at movies — Depends on the movie; Riley is a sucker for a sad ending, Liam is a sucker for a happy ending
* is more likely to steal all the covers at night — They fight over them when they do sleep in the same bed
* was the first to fall in love — Liam
* said “I love you” first — They have not officially said the three words yet, but Liam thinks them constantly
Tagging: @anotherbeingsworld @hopefulmoonobject @katedrakeohd @jovialyouthmusic @bebepac if you guys wanna play!
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My Masterlist
Aftermath of a Breakup (The TRR/TRH Gang)
Autumn in New York (Damien x Riley, Liam x Riley)
Goodnight, Moon (Driam)
Object of Affection (Liam, Olivia, Riley)
Secrets of Cordonia (various TRR characters and author OCs)
Sunday Brunch
The Commoner’s Wife (Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley)
The Getaway (Riam)
Timing (Liam x MC)
Bagels, Brunches, and Bridges (The NYC AU)
Bittersweet (Drake x Riley, Liam x Olivia, Liam x Riley)
Cartwheels (Riam)
Laxwell (Liam x Maxwell)
Anton
Nightfall (Riam)
Discontent (Liam x Riley)
Apart (Driam, Dallas James, Bryce Lahela)
Un-Romance AU (Liam x Riley)
The Depeche Mode Diaries
Stormholt (Inspired by Saltburn)
All Hallow's Eve
Gobble, Gobble
Three Christmases
Jolene (Drake Walker compilation)
Riley’s Happy (Belated) Birthday (Liam x Riley compilation)
Behind Closed Doors (Liam x Riley compilation)
One Step Ahead (Part 5 of Round Robin)
Surprise, Bitches! (Part 12 or Round Robin)
A Trio of Tales
Him & Her (Riley x Liam)
1000 Words (Riley x Liam)
Hazy Shades of Winter (Winter OTP ask)
Praise the Lord (Maxwell Beaumont appreciation)
Partner Knows Best (Liam x Riley)
???
The Visit
Paul Simon
Get Me to the Church on Time
Watcher
Need
Hostage
Tangled Up in Blue
Walk of Shame
Untitled
Cocktail
Anton Severus x Lena Rys
Kingdom Come
Bastien x Lucretia x Jackson
Bastien Smut Ask
Bastien x Olivia
Little Girl Lost
Bertrand x Francesco
Old Friend
Bertrand x Savannah
Afternoon Delight
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The Life We Lived
Pretty Houses
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Pool Party
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Almost
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Gone
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Commoner, Part 2--Secret
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The Greatest Mistake
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Foreign Soil
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Plans Fall Apart (featuring Madeleine)
Puzzle Pieces (featuring Madeleine)
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Year End Resolutions
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Five (5) Writer Asks
5 Writer Asks
Thanks for the tag/mention #mymeredith, @ao719!
One story you are most proud of and why:
I love ALL MY BABIES, but my current favorite is the Un-Romance AU.
Two stories that are your most popular by readers:
•Series wise, The Commoner’s Wife remains the winner, followed by Discontent
•One shot wise, the winner and still champion is Undone, followed by Honey.
Three stories with the best characters (pairing together or single MC\OC\LI\Other) and why:
•Hands down, the Aftermath of a Breakup/DC AU crew! I love taking away their titles and protocols and letting them be a group of thirty-somethings living their best Washington, DC lives.
•Everyone knows my favorite pairing is Liam x Riley, but writing them in the Un-Romance AU is different, exciting, and challenging. To write an emotionally vulnerable Riley with a Liam who is (somewhat) immune to her love is really testing my basic instinct to just give them the happily ever after they both need and deserve
•Riley from the Riam AU. She is my favorite Riley: funny, forthright, smart, and lets her walls and guards down just enough to let Liam know how much she’s in love with him despite him being not her real husband and owing her a LOT of back rent.
Four stories you were most excited about writing:
•Un-Romance AU: I don’t think I have ever been this excited to write a story. It’s on track to be my very first completed series, which makes me sad.
•Anton: I was inspired by @sirbeepsalot’s series of the same name, and honestly thought this would be a one-shot but Anton is deliciously evil and everyone has a secret.
•The Not-So-Great Cordonian Bake-off: This was my first attempt at wacky/funny as well as writing a not-angsty Driam, and I had so much fun with it!
•Laxwell Trilogy: I had never seen a fic that featured just Liam and Maxwell in any capacity, and wanted an alternative to the angst that Driam inspires.
Five stories that are your personal favorites:
•Un-Romance AU. Can you tell I really, really like it? Chapter 7 is my most favorite.
•Couples. Two couples at the end of their marriages, but are they ready to break apart? (There is more to this story ...)
•My Liara Series. It was supposed to be a one-shot born of a nonny ask, but I am loving Liam x Kiara and Madeleine is both cunning and conniving. Is she pregnant? Who’s her lover? What is Bastien’s connection to Dr. Ramirez? I need answers! Their adventures can be found on my masterlist.
•Anything DC AU!
•ALLLLL the Riam!
Special mention to my OH fics. I am enjoying exploring the Doctors of Edenbrook and their relationships. I don’t have many (4 or less), but looking forward to updating the Sister Someone series.
Gonna tag: @bebepac @glaimtruelovealways @katedrakeohd @choiceslife @bobasheebaby @jovialyouthmusic
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WIPs Folder Tag
I got tagged by @bobasheebaby and @burnsoslow for this. Thanks, ladies!
Rules: I will post the names of all my WIPs, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. You send me an ask with the title that most interests/intrigues you and i’ll post a snippet of it or tell you something about it! Because it’s me, some titles will simply be the title of the series/ ship names/characters involved because while I have ideas for upcoming stories, I don’t have titles.
And here we go ... all WIPs under the cut
365
A Night at the Opera
A Tale of Two Couples
A Very Social Season
Aftermath of a Breakup/DC AU
Anton
Apart
Autumn in New York
Back Roads
Birthing Babies
Cordonian Arrangement
Couples
Desperate Measures
Dinner with Friends
Discontent
Doctors & Ambassadors
Evil Driam
Ghosts
Goodnight, Moon
Guests and Visitors
Houses of Cordonia
KInktober Day 17
Kinktober Day 18
Kinktober Day 20
Kinktober Day 26
Laxwell
Liara
Little Nobles
Love in a Time of Betrayal
NightFall
Object of Affection
One Big Happy
Remixed--The Social Season
Rendezvous in Ramsford
Routine
Secrets of Cordonia
Sin City
Sister Someone
Sixteen Candles, the TRR version
Slippers
Sunday Brunch
The Commoner’s Wife
The Lunch Club
The Not-The- Nanny Interviews
The Queen’s Friendship
The Secret Rick Springfield Fan Club
Timing
Twenty Questions
Un-Romance AU
Untitled Drake x Penelope
Untitled Dralivia
Untitled Riley x Hana
Untitled Riley x Jusin/Anton
Upstate
When We Were Young.
Wife Swap
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Meet My (Other) Favorite Pairing
Thanks (again) for the tag, @ao719! My other favorite pairing (and a request from #mymeredith) is Laxwell! AND I HAVE A MOODBOARD FOR THEM!
-> Book: The Royal Romance
-> Pairing: (Prince) Liam Rys x Maxwell Beaumont
-> Relationship Status: Cohabiting; exclusive
-> Their Song(s): Ceremony, Joy Division; Kings, Alessandro Ciminata; anything by U2
-> Ideal Date: Sushi, sake, karaoke
-> A Show They Watch Together: They watch a mix of American and British shows: Midsomer Murders, Saturday Night Live reruns, MI-6, Bewitched (Maxwell hearts Endora), Killing Eve
-> Their Favorite Meal To Share: Brunch, followed by video games and naps
-> Favorite Thing About Each Other:
* physical – Liam loves Maxwell’s hippo tattoo. Maxwell loves Liam’s eyes
* personality – Liam loves how carefree Maxwell is; Maxwell loves Liam’s sense of humor (no one gets it but Maxwell)
-> Who:
* made the first move — Maxwell did when he confessed his feelings
* cooks better — Liam
* dances better — Maxwell
* wakes up first — Liam
* is funnier — Maxwell
* is more organized —Liam
* is more romantic — It’s a tie
* has better taste in music —they like the same things
* is more likely to scream at the sight of a spider —Maxwell
* cries more at movies — Maxwell
* is more likely to steal all the covers at night —Maxwell
* was the first to fall in love — They have no idea. They say it doesn’t matter
* said “I love you” first — They don’t remember, but they say it to each other all the time now
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1 🤣🤣🤣🤣, 5, 6 for fanfic asks 😘
1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)
Well, since @ao719 has set the standard (and called me out! lol), I think I have to bring ALLLLL the receipts.
Everything is under the cut
Series:
Aftermath of a Breakup/DC AU—the gang are just regular folks living in Washington, DC. Chapter 4 is in progress, but their adventures live on in Asks/Prompts while you wait. Also, I plan to write a Day One, detailing how the gang met. It may be part of the series, or a standalone.
Autumn in New York—Riley Brooks and Damien Nazario were an item, until Riley ran off to Cordonia after a chance meeting with Crown Prince Liam. Riley returns; Liam follows. Eros is involved. What’s gonna happen? Currently, only Chapter One is available, but more progress is being made on Chapter 2.
Goodnight, Moon (Driam) –the lovers try to get in last moments and all the love before the Engagement Tour ends. We are currently up to Chapter 3 (Applewood). Chapter 4 will be Italy.
Secrets of Cordonia—My version of Cordonian history taking place over three generations. We are currently up to Chapter 2.
Object of Affection—Liam loves Olivia, Olivia loves Drake. Riley is the choice at Coronation. How to make my OTP fall in love? We are currently up to Chapter 7; Chapter 8 is in progress.
Sunday Brunch—my shitshow soap opera where Drake cheated on Liam with Rashad, who is in a relationship with Neville. Drake also cheated on Liam with Riley, who was married to Liam and in a relationship with Maxwell. Riley is pregnant and it could the baby could be Drake’s, Maxwell’s, or Rashad’s (there was a threesome). Rashad is also seeing Leo. Who is sexing with Madeleine and Adelaide. Folks get caught, conversations are had, and shit is hitting the fan. We are currently up to Chapter 9.
Timing—does anyone remember this series? LOL This is my first series, and it is my take on TRR events. It really isn’t in chronological order, but we are up to Chapter 15. I am getting back to this fic, and we will pick up the night of the Costume Ball. There will be character death.
The Commoner’s Wife—Riley is married to Drake out of a sense of misguided obligation. She and Liam are still desperately in love, but she doesn’t trust Liam’s love because of past actions. Drake wants to fix the marriage because he’s in love with Riley. There’s a kinky, latex loving Princess who wants a marriage with Liam. When we left them last, Drake and the Princess had caught a very naked Liam and Riley in the act. We are up to Chapter 5 with this, and progress is being made with Chapter 6.
Miniseries
Anton-- Anton Severus is locked away for his crimes against the Crown. But his dream of overthrowing the current bloodline on the throne and claiming it for himself burn brighter than ever. He has help on the inside. And he’s pitting the Court against itself. We are currently up to Chapter 4; progress is being made on Chapter 5.
NightFall-- Set in the Riam Universe, five years in the future. Liam and Riley are happier than ever: They’re parents. Cordonia is prosperous and at peace. But someone is coming for the King. Who? Why? Currently up to Chapter 3; Chapter 4 is in progress.
Discontent-- The King and Queen of Cordonia’s marriage is broken. Their coping mechanisms for dealing with it are breaking them, individually and collectively. Is their love for each other stronger than their duty to their country? Currently we are up to Chapter 3; Chapter 4 is in progress.
Chain Reaction—Prince Liam, The Duke of Valtoria and Lord Maxwell Beaumont are having to deal with changes: the Queen is ill, the King is stepping down, and Leo (whose marriage to Madeleine is already hitting a rough patch) isn’t ready to step up. What does it mean for Laxwell?
Liara—In an AU where the trip to New York City was never taken, Liam fell in love with Kiara. She didn’t return his feelings but agreed to an arrangement with him. Liam married Madeleine. Kiara falls in love with Liam, and Liam begins divorce proceedings. But now Madeleine is pregnant, claiming it’s Cordonia’s heir, sired by the King.
Cordonian Arrangement—NO IDEA where this WIP came from, but I call it the Hot Mess Hana. Liam and Riley are married rivals; Riley has a Cordonian arrangement with Hana, who is pregnant by Liam with the heir. I thought it could be a one-shot but it’s gonna be a huge, delicious mess. (I think)
Evil Driam—The star-crossed lovers refuse to be torn apart because of Leo’s abdication and a social season. The secret to not taking a bride is simple: there can be no Queen if there are no suitors …
Riam:
Dinner with Friends—A very hormonal Riley has dinner with Liam and their friends at her favorite Chinese restaurant. There is random conversation (including Pixelberry and the babies’ names are revealed), waitress kissing, and an argument.
One Big Happy—A peek into family life.
Family Getaway—Set way in the future, the royal family takes a break; actually Riley gets angry with Liam; she and the kids travel to one of their American properties and Liam follows them.
The Afterlife—The royal couple pass away after a long and rich life; they are still Riam even in Valtoria Heaven
Rendezvous in Ramsford—Remember at the beginning of TRR Book 2 when Riley didn’t hear from anyone for weeks because of the scandal and Liam choosing Madeleine? What if Liam snuck over to Ramsford for a late-night talk and “other stuff” before he and Riley meet in Fydelia?
The Not-The- Nanny Interviews—Riam looks for a nanny for their twins.
Untitled—All my Liams and all my Rileys are at the Beer Garden for a meet & greet
The Drake Wave:
Twenty Questions—Drake and Riley get to know each other while stargazing in the snow.
Houses of Cordonia—Drake and Hana find themselves spending an unexpected amount of time together during the royal couple’s honeymoon.
Untitled—An unlikely friendship develops between Drake and Penelope.
Prompts/Asks/Requests
Guests and Visitors—A twist on the duel between Liam and Bradshaw featuring Christina Yang and Alex Karev from Grey’s Anatomy.
The Lunch Club—More Liam and Hippie Chick shenanigans
The Secret Rick Springfield Fan Club—Drake and Liam are planning a secret road trip to Atlantic City for a General Hospital Fan Meet & Greet, and a Rick Springfield concert. The gang ends up tagging along, and nothing goes right.
Untitled—a sequel to this fic where we see the Cordonian Social Season through the eyes of Drake and Olivia
Untitled—a sequel to this fic where Gen leaves Goldcliffe and Levi behind to build a new life in New York City. She’s roomies with Daniel, works for Damien Nazario, and her boyfriend is Rashad Domvallier. Life is good until Levi shows up in the Big Apple for a gig.
What I DON’T Like About You--@omgjasminesimone posted this ask; I’m answering it! (With THREE OTPs because I’m an indecisive heifer)
Miscellaneous One Shots:
A Night at the Opera—Maxwell and Adelaide spend time together at the Paris Opera House.
Untitled—In Shanghai, Riley and Hana have a sleepover; there’s wine and chocolate and nail polish. Secrets are revealed and confidences are shared. But daylight brings a remorseful Liam bearing gifts.
Little Nobles—It’s still an idea bubbling in my brain but considering a miniseries about our favorite nobles’ childhood adventures.
A Very Social Season—Threesome between Riley, Liam, and Maxwell the first day of the social season, right before the Masquerade Ball
Slippers—A Riam/Dralyssa flashback featuring glass slippers for Riley; ruby slippers for Lyssa; and Liam and Lyssa in New York City while Drake and Riley babysit each other in Cordonia.
A Tale of Two Couples—What happens when AUs collide? @sirbeepslot’s Driam meets my Riam.
Wife Swap—Burnsy’s Dralyssa and my Riam agree to play on the television show Wife Swap for charity.
5. What’s a crackship you love?
Besides my own? Driam will always be #1! I like Draxwell and think a lot can be explored there. I would like to see Kiara x Rashad, I think they are more compatible than folks realize.
6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?
Real world: an email from a coworker who is leaving the company. He said no more laid back, now he ain’t holding back. For some reason, that made me laugh all day.
Tumblr: @sirbeepsalot‘s Besties series. I am trying to get her to never stop writing it!
Thanks for the ask, #mykarev
#long ass post #fanfic asks
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Liam and Maxwell 1st dance Jessie's New year resolution let writers she totally girl crushes on know she appreciates them with crazy request! Can be angsty, fluffy, or wacky!
Thanks for the ask @jessiembruno and you chose my babies! This takes place in that limbo land between Bare (where Laxwell admits they like each other) and Bones (where they have been together for a year)
The tip of Liam’s tongue poked through his lips as he studied himself in the mirror.
Tie or no tie?
The young prince appraised his reflection almost analytically: the tie made him appear stiff and formal, as if he were attending a courtly function or posing for an official portrait. But, he also did not want to appear to casual or laid back; he had a date tonight with Maxwell.
And not just any date….Liam was going to ask Maxwell to be his boyfriend. The Prince was nervous; he had never asked anyone to be his anything before. The one person he would have asked…the only person he thought he would ever ask had run scared when Liam tried to kiss him.
Liam had spent many days and nights wondering what was so wrong with him that someone would not only leave the country, but the entire continent? And then Maxwell had come along, offering friendship and encouraging words, and more….. that night when they confessed their like for each other…..it still gave Liam butterflies.
And here they were, four months later and Liam was more in like than ever. He found himself wanting….no, needing to spend every available moment with Maxwell, even if all they did was lay side by side on a bed and stare at the ceiling together.
With a frown, the prince removed the tie and opened the top button on his button down oxford shirt. Maybe if I get rid of the tie and keep the belt….
He gave a frustrated sigh as he debated on whether to keep the tie; he glanced at his watch, and gave a startled yelp. Max’ll be here in 15 minutes! Liam tossed the tie back into the closet and shoved his feet into a pair of black wingtips, cursing at the passing minutes as he tied his shoes.
He rushed into the living area, checking to make sure the room was neat. Dinner would be brought up a half hour after Maxwell’s arrival. As Liam fluffed a throw pillow, he wondered again if having a dinner date in his rooms was the best idea.
Maybe he should have taken Maxwell out on a proper date, but they always went out: dinners, movies, bowling, arcades. He wanted this date to stand out. And it would be helpful to be close to home in the event Maxwell rejected him.
There was a series of knocks on the door: two in succession, pause, three knocks, pause, two more knocks.
Maxwell!
Wiping his sweaty palms on the legs of his slacks, Liam opened the door.
Maxwell stood on the other side wearing jeans, a boatneck sweater that had a stain on it, and tennis shoes. A lock of brown hair fell in his eyes.
The two stared at each other in embarrassed disbelief. Maxwell bit his lip. What’s the occasion?
Not that Liam ever looked slovenly, but he was usually far more casually dressed. Well, as casually as a Prince of Cordonia could be.
Liam bit his tongue. I’ve been driving myself crazy over a tie, and I could have just worn a tee shirt and jeans.
“Dude…I’m sorry. You just said dinner in your rooms. I didn’t know I was supposed to dress for it. I can go home and change!” Maxwell looked so forlorn, Liam couldn’t help but to smile.
“You’re perfect, Max. Come in”, Liam held the door open and ushered Maxwell into his chambers.
“Did you have an event or a meeting or something?” Maxwell was talking to cover his embarrassment.
“No. I wanted to look nice for you.” Liam moved over to the turntable, and began flipping through his album collection.
“Why?” Maxwell was looking at Liam quizzically.
Liam was placing an album onto the turntable. He dropped the needle onto the vinyl with an ease that belied the fact he had practiced all morning how to do so without scratching the record. Soon the deep, melodious sounds of John Coltrane filled the room.
“I want to ask you a question.” Suddenly, Liam was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and focused on the carpet.
“What?” Maxwell was frowning now.
The words wouldn’t come to Liam; there was a huge lump in his throat. His cheeks reddened. “Will you….will you….dance with me?”
“Of course!”
A bright smile crossed Maxwell’s face. He felt relief wash over him. He had figured Liam had called him over to tell him he no longer wanted to not hang out with Maxwell. The last two times they had gone out, the prince had been distant and kept looking at Maxwell with a funny expression.
The two met together awkwardly; they both knew the orchestrated, choreographed moves of courtly dancing, but they had never danced together. Except that time Maxwell came over to cheer Liam up and that wasn’t really dancing.
Not the dancing they were doing now: bodies close, hips swaying, arms wrapped around waists. Liam smiled down at Maxwell; Maxwell leaned his head against Liam’s chest.
“This is nice”, Maxwell whispered.
“It is”, Liam murmured.
“Did you really call me over here to ask me to dance?”
Liam’s feet stumbled a little. “No. I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend.”
Maxwell lifted his head to snatch Liam’s lips in a kiss. “Silly boy! I already am.”
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