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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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Enjoy all the fantastic fics everyone and don't forget to show love to the writers 💜💜💜 ah also, with series, since it takes me longer to read them or a new chapter comes out, I'm going to add them to the masterlist regardless if I added them the previous month. Basically, if I read a chapter they're going on the list, it just seems fair xx

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categories include: pedro pascal characters (pero tovar, ezra, frankie morales, marcus pike, jack daniels, jack daniels, din djarin, tim rockford, frankie morales, javier p, joel miller)

as always don't forget to check the warnings before reading!

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PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

SERIES

Passenger by @whatsnewalycat (din djarin)

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie (joel miller)

Adjustments by @/softlyspector (joel miller)

The Waffle House Chronicles by @/softlyspector

Strawberry Wine by @pedrito-friskito (joel miller)

Counting Stars by @toomanystoriessolittletime (joel miller)

Short Days, Long Nights by @frannyzooey (joel miller)

Starstruck by @/ezrasbirdie (dieter bravo)

Best Laid Plans by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

Midnight Alley by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried (dieter bravo)

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (dieter bravo)

Rockford & Roan by @littlemisspascal (tim rockford)

Weekends with Frankie by @wildemaven (frankie morales)

You Make Loving Fun by @redahlia-writes (frankie morales)

Shots by @julesonrecord (jack daniels)

Palomino by @/fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Eyes Open by @radiowallet (marcus moreno)

Down on my knees by @astroboots (frankie morales, santiago garcia | homecoming drabble)

Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman (pero tovar)

ONESHOTS

Catching by @softlyspector (joel miller)

body of water by @lambsigh (joel miller)

all i need to hear by @/lambsigh (joel miller)

moment's silence by @nexusnyx (joel miller)

Lost In The Darkness by @/softlyspector (joel miller)

Pizza Comes Third by @whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

Of All the Gin Joints... by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (Marcus pike)

The Crucible by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

Lead Me Into Temptation by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

A Walk In The Woods by @mourningbirds1 (javier p)

Protective Big Brother by @absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Landlord From Hell by @/absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Jack Daniels x pirate AU by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x stripper AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Sheer by @prolix-yuy (maxwell lord)

home is where you’re mine by @inklore (din djarin)

#.sil's monthly fic recs #may fic recs #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #marcus pike x reader #javier peña x reader

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wannab-urs · 10 months

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Gin's Fic Rec Masterlist

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Figured I'd finally make a place you can access all my fic recs if you don't want to leave tumblr for The Spreadsheet.

Digests go out on Fridays and include the things I actually read from start to finish during each week + a little bit of my unhinged and unedited thoughts about each fic.

I read any and all Pedro boys except Pedro himself! Feel free to tag me in your stuff or send it to my inbox! It can be hard to find new authors when I have so many amazing mutuals, so please do not hesitate to send me things!!

Vol. 1 - updated 12/25/2023

15 fics featuring Joel, Javi P, Frankie, Dieter, Max Phillips, Din and Mr. Ben (SNL)

Vol. 2 - updated 12/25/2023

19 fics featuring Joel, a Joel/Dieter threesome, Claude (Dieter), Ezra, Dio (NYPD Blue), Jack, Javi P, and Din

Vol. 3 - updated 12/25/2023

11 fics featuring Joel, Jack, Din, and Mr. Ben

Vol. 4 - updated 12/25/2023

24 fics featuring Dieter, Javi G, Joel, Frankie, Javi P, Pedro Across the Street (Calls), a Joel/Tommy/Reader thing, a Dieter/Frankie thing, Ezra, Max Phillips, Jack, and Din

Vol. 5 - updated 12/25/2023

14 fics featuring Javi P, Joel, Marcus Pike, Ezra, a Din/Ezra threesome, Dio, Frankie, and Oberyn

Vol. 6 - updated 12/25/2023

12 fics + 1 event featuring Joel, Ezra, the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023, Joel/Frankie/Reader, Jack, Din, Dieter, Frankie, and Javi P

Vol. 7 - updated 12/25/2023

18 fics featuring Joel, Frankie/Santi/Reader, Dieter, Din, Frankie, Ezra, Javi P, Jack, and Oberyn.

Vol. 8 - updated 12/25/2023

16 fics featuring Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Dave York, Dieter, Javi P, Din, and Oberyn.

Vol. 9 - updated 12/25/2023

24 fics featuring Ezra, Joel, Marcus Pike, Dieter x Marcus Moreno, Din, Din/Ezra/Reader, Jack, Javi P, and Dieter

Vol. 10 - updated 12/25/2023

18 fics + 1 event featuring Joel, Joel/Reader/Ezra, Javi P, LJ's Bangathon (so many drabbles), Javi P, Javi P/Frankie/Reader, Jack, Marcus Moreno, Dieter, Ezra, and Din.

Vol. 11 - updated 12/26/2023

27 fics featuring Din, Joel, Javi P, Pero Tovar, and Dave York.

Vol. 12 - updated 12/26/2023

17 fics featuring Frankie/Ezra/Reader, Joel, Marcus Pike, Din, Javi P, Dieter and Ezra.

Vol. 13 - updated 1/19/2024

8 fics featuring Joel, Joel/Reader/Tommy, Javi P, Din, Frankie, and a Din/Poe/Cassian/Reader thing.

Vol. 14 - updated 1/19/2024

20 fics featuring Joel, Din, Max Phillips, Javi P, Dieter, Joel/Javi P/Reader, Frankie and Jack.

Vol. 15 - updated 1/19/2024

24 fics featuring Joel, Tommy(!!), Din, Marcus Pike, Javi P, and Dieter

Vol. 16 - updated 1/19/2024

23 fics featuring Frankie, Joel, Din, a Joel/Reader/Tommy situation, Pero Tovar, Ezra, Dave York, Marcus Pike, and Jack Daniels

Vol. 17 - updated 1/26/2024

24 fics featuring Joel, Frankie, Ezra, a Marcus Pike/Javi P/Reader threesome, Javi P, Dave York, and Veracruz.

Vol. 18 - Updated 1/26/2024

20 fics featuring Joel, Dave York, Frankie, Jack, Marcus Pike, TF boys (minus Tom), Ezra, Javi P, and Dieter

Vol. 19 - Updated 1/26/2024

16 fics featuring Joel/Tess/Reader, Javi G, Pero Tovar, Joel, Javi P, Dave York, Din, Jack, and Dieter

Vol. 20 - Updated 1/26/2024

14 fics featuring Javi P/Reader/Joel, Joel/Reader/Tess, Santi/Frankie/Reader, Dieter, Joel, Javi P, Max Phillips, Din, and Ezra

Vol .21 - Updated 1/26/2024

24 fics featuring Jack, Joel, Javi P, Frankie and Din, Dieter, Frankie, Frankie/Reader/Santi, Dave/Reader/Max Phillips, and Max Phillips

Vol. 22 - Updated 1/26/2024

35 fics featuring Joel, Joel x Veracruz, Dave York, Din, Frankie, Frankie/Reader/Tommy, Javi P, Dieter, Max Phillips, Oberyn/Max Phillips/Reader, and Maxwell Lord

Vol. 23 - Updated 1/26/2024

12 fics featuring a Frankie/Santi/Will foursome, Marcus Pike, Dieter, Joel, Silva, a Marcus Pike/Dave York threesome, and Frankie

Vol. 24 - Updated 1/26/2024

19 fics featuring a Frankie/Pero/Jack foursome, a Tim Rockford/Max Phillips threesome, Joel, Din, Ezra, Javi P, Frankie, and Dieter

Vol. 25 - Updated 1/26/2024

12 fics featuring Din, Joel, Javi P, Frankie, The Thief, Dieter, and a Dave York/Marcus Pike threesome

Vol. 26 - Updated 1/26/2024

16 fics featuring Javi P, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Joel, Din, Max Phillips, Tim Rockford, and Dieter

Vol. 27 - Updated 1/26/2024

15 fics featuring Frankie, Din, Joel, Marcus Pike, Dave York, and Dieter

Vol. 28 - - Updated 1/26/2024

14 fics featuring Joel Miller, Frankie/Santi, Ezra, Din Djarin, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Frankie Morales, Dieter/Javi P, Marcus Pike, and Javier Peña

Vol. 29 - updated 1/26/2024

16 fics featuring Frankie, Joel, Max Phillips, Javi P, Ezra, Dieter, Dave York, and Jack

Vol. 30 - updated 1/26/2024

11 fics featuring Dieter, Joel, Din, Ezra, Javi P, and a Marcus P/Din/Reader

Vol. 31 - updated 1/26/2024

12 fics featuring Joel, Javi P, Jack, Frankie, Javi G, Din, Lucien Flores, and Marcus P

Vol. 32 - updated 1/26/2024

11 fics featuring Din, Frankie, Max Phillips, Dieter, Joel, Ezra, Frankie/Santi/Reader, and Lucien Flores

Vol. 33 - updated 2/23/2024

10 fics featuring Din/Poe, Frankie/Santi/Reader, Jack, Javi G, Javi P, Joel, and Marcus P

Vol. 34 - updated 2/23/2024

11 fics featuring Dieter, Din, Frankie, Joel, Tim Rockford, and Dave York

Vol. 35 - updated 3/8/2024

12 fics featuring Din, Ezra, Frankie, Javi P, Joel, Joel/Reader/Tommy, and Tim Rockford

Vol. 36 - updated 3/22/2024

9 fics featuring Din, Ezra, Frankie, Javi P, Marcus P, Oberyn/Din/Reader, and Joel

Vol. 37 - updated 4/5/2024

40 fics featuring Dave York, Din, Dieter, Ezra, Frankie, Javi G, Javi P, Joel, Joel/Reader/Tommy, Joel/Frankie/Ezra, Lucien/Reader/Dieter, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike/Various, Oberyn/Reader/Ellaria, Pero, and Whiskey

Vol. 38 - updated 5/24/2024

19 fics featuring Dave York, Dieter, Din, Frankie Morales, Javi P, Joel, Max Phillips, and Marcus Pike/Dave York/Javier Peña

Sometimes I go through the Spreadsheet and make lil lists

Dad's Best Friend/Best Friend's Dad/Boyfriend's Dad Vol 1 - updated 2/22/2024

Dad's Best Friend/Best Friend's Dad/Boyfriend's Dad Vol 2 - updated 5/24/2024

Non Smut Vol 1 - updated 2/22/2024

Non Smut Vol 2 - updated 5/24/2024

Multiples Vol 1 - updated 2/22/2024

Multiples Vol 2 - updated 5/24/2024

Long ass fics - updated 5/24/2024

Monsterfucking - updated 5/24/2024

Sex work - updated 5/24/2024

GN!reader - coming soon

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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starpirateee · 2 months

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What about a prompt like this for a Drabble (you don’t have to!!) : At the summoning instead of asking for what they cherish most, the lords in black ask Steph, grace, and Pete to work for them to do their bidding, offering not only to get rid of max but things they long for in their lives: stability, freedom, power, etc. And to sweeten the deal, it’s revealed that Ruth and Richie can also be brought back to serve alongside them, reuniting them all together while getting rid of max.

Oh anon, eldritch god shenanigans are my jam! Let me see what I can do!

The way I like to picture this is that they're still (mostly) human but the lords are kinda working through them? If that makes sense? Well... At least, that's the case for the three who are still alive...

"Let me check my Christmas list…"

A large scroll unfurled itself, bouncing off the floor between the group. Covering the book. Trailing off into the infinite and unknown. Steph stared out at the walls of the gym, wondering how far they could be stretched if the rules didn't apply. The paper was still going, still expanding…

The whole universe was written out on that scroll, piece by piece. And the thing examining it was picking out one of those pieces, whichever would bring him or any of the others the most pleasure.

The others edged closer, peering at the list with great intent. Pete's back was tense against Steph's shoulder, and she could see the way he was glancing desperately between the entities to avoid staring at one for too long. That one had singled him out, called him out by surname. First names were one thing, that was just how they referred to each other, it could've been overheard… But it had called him Spankoffski. Now, it was personal.

"I know what they could give us!" It giggled, flashing a hand out and pointing at something on the list.

The others saw what it was pointing at, and erupted into a sickening chorus of gasps and giggles that forced Pete, Steph and Grace closer to each other. Grace had a hand on Steph's forearm, Steph was leaning against her like her life depended on it, and Pete was pressed up against Steph's shoulder, stiff as a board. Terror was painted across all of their faces. They'd long since passed the point of being able to hide it.

"The boy interests you, doesn't he?" The scroll-holder asked, turning his attention.

Tinky grinned and nodded. There was something fiendish glittering in his eyes. "He does! He's just like his brother!"

Steph may have only known Pete for a couple of weeks, but she didn't think he'd ever mentioned a brother. Or, at least, he'd never mentioned anyone she would class as his brother. "Pete? What's he talking about, brother?"

Pete's breath hitched, and for a moment longer than he cared to admit, he froze, staring at the Tinkerer. Ted went missing some months ago. People had had given up on him at this point. That thing knew something.

He advanced from the scroll, inching towards Pete and stopping uncomfortably close. "Teddy's been FUN to play with! Over and over and over and over! You're gonna be even MORE fun!"

Pete tried to make a protest- to say anything that would warrant rationalising his fear- but he was too afraid to speak. An unseen force was gripping at his throat, forcing him to gasp for breath.

"… Pete?"

Steph laid a hand on his shoulder. She and Grace had seen the Tinkerer vanish, and had seen Pete lose focus, but hadn't seen the fifth lord re-appear. But, Pete was still lost to them.

He started gasping for breath, and Steph and Grace shared a glance that expressed all of the concern they felt for him. They barely noticed the scroll vanish into thin air. Steph forced herself to focus, and centered herself. "What're you doing to him?"

"Here's the deal, Steph-a-nie… My brother has taken an interest in your friend. So, if you want rid of Maxwell, then you will let us in."

"What?"

"We will get rid of Maxie, but we will have to work through you."

Pete struggled beside them. Whichever invisible force was stealing his breath was pushing him harder the longer they hesitated. For all it was worth, he was trying to fight it, but it was starting to look like he was losing.

Steph's mind was racing. She understood the terms of the deal, she thought, but that would mean giving up her freedom, Grace's freedon, and even Pete's. A few words would condemn them all to a fate she didn't even want to think about.

Fuck it, anything was worth it for Pete.

"Okay, okay, fine!" She couldn't bring herself to look at Pete in this state. Her breath heaved. "Fine… Please, just let him go..!"

Pete flinched back from the thing holding him in place. Then he took his first sturdy breath in a while, and collapsed. Grace gasped the moment he hit the ground, and she and Steph backed off together. She peered over her shoulder, and both of them just stared at Pete, waiting for a sign of life.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes!" Grace nodded quickly.

"Sure, whatever you want!" Steph agreed, her heart aching.

The air turned cold. There was a flash that Steph couldn't identify either as part of her mind, or something that happened in reality, and then silence. Way too much silence. Silence that was broken by the sound of laughter.

Steph knew that laugh anywhere. That was the awkward chuckle that came with triumphant ideas and silly jokes and accidentally saying something stupid mid-conversation. When the biology test results came back… At the football game…

That was Pete's laugh.

And it was getting louder. More confident. Less like his, and more like something that simply came from his body. His hand shot out, digging into the polished floor and grazing the painted lines of the sports pitches. He pulled himself back up, and his chuckle devolved into something of a manic laugh, crazed and loud.

"Thank ya, Stephie!" A voice from nowhere rang out as Pete brushed a hand through his hair and opened his eyes. "Oh, I knew he'd be a delight!"

Steph's face fell. Pete's eyes were golden, shimmering with the overhead lights in the gym. A broad yet unfeeling smile was plastered onto his face. It even felt unnatural to look at, and sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oh my god…"

Grace winced behind her. "What… Happened to him?"

"Pete?"

"Ah ah, Steph-a-nie. He's ours now. And doesn't it feel wonderful, Peter?"

Pete nodded, a little less enthusiastically than his demeanour would suggest. It felt like nothing was there, that he was finally free. Free of what, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was did feel wonderful.

"Gracie…" Another one of the Lords crossed the gym floor slowly, pushing down his glasses. "It's my turn, and you're a perfect fit."

Grace looked to Steph nervously. In return, she got a slow, assuring nod, and the motion to just breathe. All of this would be over as soon as they'd gotten rid of Max. This was just a temporary dealing, one they could forget about when it was all over.

So, she nodded, took a breath, and turned her attention from Steph as the Watcher sidled up behind her and took her by the shoulders.

Steph watched on as Grace's shoulders rolled back, and she had to force herself to remember that staying calm was her best bet. Her breath wavered. Steph started to feel worse and worse for having agreed to this deal. God forbid it would've been worse if they hadn't... That was the only option they had left. Her dad had told them to summon these beings, and they had to do that to get rid of Max.

To get rid of Max... Right. Of course... This was worth it, or it was going to be. But seeing what they'd done to Pete, and by extension, what they were doing to Grace... Part of her wondered which of them would choose to single her out, and what that would look like for her.

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip to avoid showing whatever was going on in her head. Then she seemed to be forced back into the real world with a jolt, and just like Pete, her eyes shot open. A deep purple bled into the brown, and Steph was too focused on that to realise that another of the lords was missing.

"Hello, Stephie..."

Her whole body went tense; she saw a presence in front of her and felt something at her back. The world fell away, and for the briefest moment, she thought she could smell honey.

The sweet taste filled her senses, flooding her mind over with a strange, insatiable hunger. A Desire. That need to end Max that had been dwelling in the back of her mind had grown exponentially in a matter of seconds. Now, she needed to see him departed. For good, this time.

She, Pete and Grace were on the same level as these things now. They understood far more than any person- especially any person their age- would ever even hope to understand. But there was still something missing.

"What about you? Surely the two of you want in as well..." She mused, turning to face the remaining two lords and raising an eyebrow.

"Well... We could..." Wiggly glanced towards his remaining brother. "It is feasible, is it not?"

"I believe so..." Came the answer, and then both of them rounded on the group. The pages of the book in front of them- the one they'd dug up to summon these things in the first place- started to turn themselves. The three of them stared at it until it stopped moving, and glanced at what now sat in front of them. This page was just as strange as the last, and they could barely make sense of it at first. "Ask the boy, he likely knows."

"Yes... If we are to join in on the fun, so to speak, we are going to need those old friendy-wends of yours... And for that, we will need you, Peter."

Pete looked down on the pages, keeping his place with one hand and quickly adjusting his glasses with the other. He didn't know if those were entirely necessary anymore, but at the present moment, he didn't really care either way. Being able to feel them against the bridge of his nose was one of the only things keeping him from thinking about the god doing numbers in his mind.

"Do you understand it?"

"I think so..." What it looked like to him was necromancy. Two weeks ago, he'd have said that was impossible, that nobody could be brought back from the dead. Since that had been long since proven wrong, he'd decided that the best course of action was just to go with it. Maybe he could pretend he understood long enough to placebo himself into actually understanding it. What was it Ted always stuck to? Fake it till you make it?

He hummed, glancing at the page again. "I think I've got it, yeah."

With that, he closed the cover of the book and laid his hand over the top of it, like he was about to swear himself in at court. He could feel the energy shifting from himself to the book and back again. The old pages seemed to breathe with him, heaving and falling with the motions of his chest. He knew the next question, the next place his mind had to go to. "Where are they?"

"We're closer to your theater... The girl is there. The boy ran, but you will find him with her, no doubt."

Pete nodded slowly and tried to think about the little theatre in the school. It was just down the corridor, he'd been in with Richie a few times to watch productions that Ruth was teching for. He could picture the few rows of seats, the skinny little aisle down the middle of them... And the two shadows sitting side by side on the stage. Both familiar. Both waiting for something to happen. He glanced at Steph, and then at Grace, and then slowly pulled his hand from the book. The sigil in the middle seemed to glow the same yellow that had bled into his irises.

Grace blinked the moment the colour faded out and the pentagram returned to being white. "What was that about the theater?"

"I think that's our next step... I think we're gonna pick up Ruth and Richie..."

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #peter parker #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #void offering #star mail #nova's tags →#teenage vessels for eldritch gods! come and get your teenage vessels for eldritch gods!#thanks for this suggestion anon #i know i say ‘legendary’ too much but this was legendary #uh... struggled with making this one sound right it had to go through my friend #but i hope you enjoy it regardless

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 months

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Pedro’s Birthday Bash Drabbles

In celebration of Pedro’s birthday, I’m doing drabbles for his characters. Below will be the list of his character's I'll write for as well as prompts.

Send in a character and a prompt, and I will write a drabble for them! <3

Happy birthday to the man who's kept me from ending it all lmao!

Characters:

Oberyn Martell

Marcus Pike

Max (Bloodsucking Bastards)

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Dave York

Francisco "Catfish" Morales

Maxwell Lord

Marcus Moreno

Din Djarin

Javi Gutierrez

Dieter Bravo

Joel Miller

Prompts:

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

the other knows everything about your home/hometown/people you meet everyday bc they remember every detail you tell them

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you." "So what're you going to do about that?"

putting an arm around the other's waist

"you really planned this?! remind me how you're single again?"

person A cancels a date to hang out with person B because person B had a bad day

softly dusting crumbs/wiping food off their face when they're eating

"i brought you flowers." "why?" "does there have to be a reason?"

taking a bubble bath together

"What part of 'I want you and only you' do you not understand?!"

two beds but only one blanket

"fuck you." "just tell me the time and place."

brushing a strand of hair away

character A has a nightmare and character B provides company so A feels safe again

"I think you're...too much." "...Oh. I'm sorry." "No, don't be. I love it."

character A frowning but as soon as they lock eyes with character B, they're smiling wide

"You're beautiful." "Yes, the bed head and morning breath really scream runway model ready, eh?"

sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo

"I missed you." "Don't say things like that or else I'll bend down and propose right now."

kissing in the middle of the aisle of a store

"You're an angel from above." "You're drunk." "Am not." "Are too. You get way too flirtatious when you're drunk."

character B is traveling for something and character A sends them messages of things that reminds A of B

"Fuck, I love you so much I just might reach into my chest and offer my heart to you right now." "Wow...that's...graphically morbid and yet romantic"

giving each other small smiles across the room

"goddammit, why do you have to be so stubborn?" "dunno. but you love me anyway." *sighs* "yeah, i do."

character A interrupts character B's talking with a kiss

"you're so beautiful, it's incredibly distracting and I don't know how I can continue working now."

pulling them onto their lap

"What's up?" "To be completely honest, I was going to confess my love to you but it looks like you're busy so..."

they lick their lips before kissing you and confessing their love

#pedro pascal #din Djarin x reader #Francisco morales x reader #Oberyn martell x reader #Marcus pike x reader #javi Gutierrez x reader #dieter bravo x reader #joel miller x reader

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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Weekend Update 02/18/2024

Nerdie! What is new this week?

Welp, I passed my math class (yup - mid thirties in a math class 🤨 it was required). Thankfully it's the only one. I've got one more and then I can look forward to the next term. I think my orientee's last week is this week, I have more stickers to stick on people at work and I burned some candles.

We're glad you burned candles? We're not sure what to say to that. Happy for everything else though. Any new fics?

Just two for the week, I've been focused on my classes so I've been putting out less finished work and prepping series that I have planned:

Don't assume on Valentine's Day - Ezra x plus size female reader (Yup, I wrote a Valentine's fic, just barely? It's mentioned but not the focus. Implied smut, some angst, fluff. All in one.)

Wrong Beach and a Speedo - Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC) I finally started my Javi G series! Is it fluffy like his hair? Yes. Will it stay that way? Mostly only because we gotta move the plot along. 80% fluff, 15% smut adjacent (subject to change, could be less) and 5% violence. Like very small. No worries. Unsure about how many parts, maybe 5-7?

We're not sure about those percentages, but they do add up to 100% so we'll see. You can't be mean to Javi G Nerdie! You can't!

Who said I was? What do you take me for?

*reminds Nerdie of Tim, Frankie, Joel, and Javi P and their truama*

👀 I mean, I get it but no worries. Let's talk about what I read this week alright. Jeez...

Salt + Pepper by @soft-girl-musings (Moon Boys and fem reader)

You be my revolver, I've got you in my hands by @winniethewife (Jake Lockley x fem reader)

Happy Tuesday! by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Special Day for a special girl by @winniethewife (Blue x fem reader)

Compulsion by @iamskyereads (Ezra x OFC Beatrice)

Misunderstanding by @romanarose (Marc Spector x fem reader)

Captain's Orders by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x fem reader)

Bloom by @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x fem reader)

Helping Hand by @izelascendant (Din Djarin x OFC)

Perks of being a Wallflower by @soft-girl-musings (Jake Lockley x plus size fem reader)

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie (Maxwell Lord x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills (Marcus Moreno x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept (Javier Peña x fem reader) part of the PMAMC 2024

Flying to New Heights by @fettuccin-e (Frankie Morales x fem reader)

Sadly, some of these had been in my drafts folder way too long. I went from 38 this evening to 33... 🫣 To be fair, All of these I have reblogged, I have just been adding more things to read. So many wonderful things to read. 😭 An excellent problem to have.

Anyway, I should have chapter two of my Javi G fic up this week on Wednesday. Not sure what else. I'll try a Drabble. If I can keep it that short. Maybe about Javi P, Frankie or Santiago. I owe them nice things. 😘

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie! 💜

P.S. One might see there's been any uptick in Oscar Isaac fics, @for-a-longlongtime is to blame for sending me all the Santi gifs she seemed to have. 👀 My eyes didn't complain though. 😂

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karahalloway · 1 year

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A Leviathan Surprise

Fandom: TRR

Series: None - this is a one-shot

Pairings: Maxwell Beamont x Bertrand Beaumont (nothing sexual - just brotherly love)

Synopsis: Maxwell unveils a larger than life surprise for Bertrand's birthday

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: Posh British swearing, using the Lord's name in vain, oversized squid

A/N1: This is my off-the-cuff submission for Day 4: Friends and Family of the inaugural Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week, hosted by @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation.

A/N2: The idea for this one-shot was actually born back in December when @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation reblogged this post by @fictionangyl featuring the cover photo and the question 'Think Bertrand would approve of a little redecorating at Ramsford? 🤔' and the general consensus was 'no' 🤣 But I got inspired by the pic and the comments and decided that I had to immortalise this visual in a fic, because it was too perfect to pass up!

A/N3: I know I normally write in first person POV, but this drabble came to me in third person, so here we are 😇

A/N4: Since Bertrand is 33 at the start of (Un)Common Attraction, I guess that means that this fic takes place 3 years before the start of the social season.

A Leviathan Surprise

Maxwell was giddy with excitement.

Scratch that.

He was positively bursting with anticipation!

Bertrand was going to be home any minute now, and the young Beaumont could not wait to surprise his older brother with his... Well, surprise.

It was Bertrand's birthday, after all...

And even though Bertrand hadn't wanted a fuss made, much less a party thrown — because, let's face it, they were broke — when one of his thousands of Insta followers had tagged him in a post featuring this jewel of divine inspiration, Maxwell had known: THIS was it... the perfect birthday present for his brother.

The fact that it had cost the better part of an arm and a leg and had required several hundred dedicated man-hours to accomplish was besides the point.

Bertrand was going to love it!

And that's all that mattered.

Because this year — of all years — Bertrand deserved to be treated. And a bit of financial bother was not going to stop Lord Breakdance from properly commemorating his brother's epic milestone.

The big 3-0.

Bertrand was now officially (and irreconcilably) a grown-up.

So what better way to celebrate (or commiserate?) than by killing two birds with one stone?

The painting gallery had always held a special place in the Beaumont brothers' hearts. In large part because it was where their mother's portrait hung — young, beautiful, full of life, she beamed out at the viewer even though it was against the conventions of formal portraiture.

But then, their mother had never been a stickler for the rules...

...probably why everyone said Maxwell took after her.

But a dreadful summer thunderstorm last year had sent a 100-year old oak tree crashing through the roof of the wing of the House that the gallery sat in, leaving an unsightly hole in the ceiling. Which — even though it had been patched — had never been completely made new.

We have more important things to allocate our meagre funds on, Bertrand kept reminding him every time the subject was raised.

Well, no longer!

Maxwell had taken matters into his own hands — raising a chunk of the money through livestreamed charity breakdance-offs with prominent YouTubers, and receiving the shortfall via a last-minute cheque made out by a well-heeled benefactor — to not only bring the painting gallery back to its former glory, but to improve it!

Bertrand was going to love it.

He was sure of it.

In fact, he had never been more sure of anything in his life!

...apart from the time he had bought an entire ostentation of peacocks so he could perform a peacock wedding.

Because what better way to celebrate the fact that these beautiful birds mated for life?

...or was the swans...?

It didn't matter. The point was that Maxwell had become ordained so he could perform the ceremony of the two fowl becoming one with the necessary sanctity and gravitas.

And his brother deserved the same level of commitment and dedication to detail as those beautiful birds had gotten through the course of the two-and-a-half hour long marriage affair.

Just with a lot less poop.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Maxwell!" cried Bertrand, storming into the picture gallery. "What in the blazes is so urgent that it couldn't—? Oh, good God...!"

The elder Beaumont froze as he laud eyes on the centre-piece of the newly renovated space — the gargantuan papermaché kraken that sat suspended upside-down from the ceiling like some nefarious, overgrown bat, waiting to pounce (or fall?) on its unsuspecting victims.

The ominous creaking of the wires that held in in place didn't help matters either.

"Happy birthday, Bertrand!" exclaimed Maxwell, rushing up to crush his big brother in a celebratory hug. "May your—"

Bertrand deftly sidestepped the ill-timed PDA to thrust his finger accusingly at the ceiling. "What... in the name of all that is holy... is THAT?!"

"Your birthday present!" grinned Maxwell, completely unfazed by his brother's rapidly twitching eyelid. "Do you like it?"

Bertrand was visibly trembling. "It's... it’s..."

"Gorgeous?" prompted Maxwell. "Glorious? Utterly res—?"

"IT'S AN ABOMINATION!"

Maxwell's face fell. "Oh."

"What in the devil possessed you to conceive of, let alone spend money — money which we do not have, might I add! — on such a massive piece of macabre monstrousness!"

"I thought you'd like it..." Maxwell muttered sheepishly.

"Like it?" Bertrand spluttered incredulously. "I’d like to clobber you over the head with it! I'd—!"

A lone sniffle escaped the younger Beaumont...

...and Bertrand's shoulders fell.

"Oh, bugger..." he muttered under his breath.

Stepping up to what was left of his family, he laid a consolatory hand on his sibling's shoulder. "My apologies, brother. That was crass of me. I shouldn't have—"

"You hate it," lamented Maxwell, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No, no!" objected Bertrand quickly. "I... I was simply caught off guard. It's not everyday that you see a giant cephalopod dangling from the ceiling."

"It's okay if you hate it..." whispered Max. "I... I'll just get it taken down and—"

"You will do no such thing!" admonished the elder Beaumont. "You've already frittered away God-knows how many hundreds of guilders on—"

"Thousands," corrected Maxwell.

"Thousands?" squeaked Bertrand, going deathly pale. "Oh, dear Lord in Heaven...!"

"2,375.97 to be exact," clarified Maxwell. "And that was just the materials."

Bertrand wheezed asthmatically.

"But it was all funded by charitable donations."

Bertrand snapped his head up. "Charitable? Donations? Who in their right mind would—?"

"Fund the creation of a one-of-a-kind avant-garde art installation?" asked Leo, stepping out from behind a neo-Greek pillar.

"And spend hundreds of man-hours elbows-deep in papermaché and glue?" added Chris, emerging from behind a curtain.

"Not to mention risk life and limb trying to attach the damn thing to the ceiling..." grumbled Drake.

"You?!" demanded Bertrand with wide eyes. "You were behind this?"

"We... may have contributed our respective skills-sets," admitted Leo with a sly smile.

"If by 'contribute' you mean 'got press ganged'..." muttered Drake.

"But it was all Maxwell's idea," added Chris. "He organised the fundraising, the equipment, the workmen, even the tea and biscuits."

"Those were good biscuits..." agreed Leo with a far-away look.

Bertrand turned back to his brother. "You... you project managed this shambles? By yourself?"

Maxwell shrugged. "I had to keep it a surprise."

"Oh, you silly muppet," sighed Bertrand as he wrapped his brother into an uncommon embrace. "There's hope for you after all..."

"So... does that mean you like it?" asked Maxwell, hope sparking in his baby-blue eyes.

"I... I think it may be a somewhat of an acquired taste..." admitted Bertrand with a shudder. "But I'm proud of you, brother. You finally showed me that you have what it takes to be a true Beaumont."

"A hereditary obsession with squid?"

"Pluck," smiled Bertrand, clapping his younger sibling on the shoulder affectionately. "And that is the best birthday present a brother can ask for."

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boliv-jenta · 1 year

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Maxwell Lord x f!reader.

New Year's Eve Drabbles

Warnings: Smut. P in V sex. Face sitting.

The next man appeared with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. They were long stemmed, wrapped in silk and probably cost a fortune.

Everything about his screamed wealth, opulence, success. Everything except the knowledge in your head. Charm and confidence washed over you as his ringed hands wandered your body. Maxwell Lord, the TV personality was more than able to show you a good time. His charms weren't fake at all, just the intention behind them.

He didn't want money, fame or power not at the heart of it. Really he longer to be loved, adored. That's why you pushed him back onto the bed. His clothes varnished along with his own as you climbed on top of him. A man who could buy or bluff his way to what he wanted knew the true value of things. His eyes took you in. Your beauty, your confidence, things that he couldn't buy or truly own. Thing that you were gifting him with now. That stoked a pride in him. He was hard and ready for you. For the first time on this wild adventure, you took what you wanted. The adoration of a man who knew your worth. His eyes rolled back in his head as you sunk down on him.

"Oh. Oh my." He whined beneath you. Bracing your hands on his firm chest you leaned forward, enabling yourself to work the head of his cock to where you needed it most. It swept over the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Max felt it too. His need to please caused his hips to buck up. The two of worked together to drawn moans out of each other. Max had something he didn't realise he needed. A partner. His empire was being built with his own two hands, what if he had help, someone to keep him from going down the wrong path?

The gold bracelet on his wrist jangled as he worked his fingers between your legs, hoping for you to cum with him. His chest swelled with the realisation that he didn't have to be successful alone.

"Yes. Yes! Yes!" He groaned spilling deep inside you as you squeezed around him. Max laughed heartily as the endorphins hit him. His playful side came out as he kissed and nuzzled you.

"I would like some champagne!" He sang out. "What would you like my love? Anything you wish."

Max disappeared as soon as he got up from the bed. His voice lingered in the air singing a happy melody.

The Magician had appeared, for once he seemed unsure of himself. He took a moment to straighten his clothes and smooth back his hair.

"Is there anything you need?" He asked rather formally before approaching you.

"No. Nothing I need. There's is something I want." His pout parted in question as you pulled him closer.

As you pushed him on to the bed he went, hesitatantly. His movements were stiff as he lay back. His confidence only returned when you straddled his face. This time truly was for your pleasure. Talented hands stroked your thighs before his nimble fingers twisting and curled inside you. He made you feel better than any man had, given the quality of your company these last hours? Days? Weeks? That was saying a lot.

Waking in the bed, alone, you had no idea when your haze of pleasure had lulled you into sleep. The room was the same except for the statue on your night stand.

#maxwell lord x f!reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the thief #New Year's Eve drabble

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day 1

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

Wordcount: 589

Rating: E

Masterlist Kinktober 2022

Prompt List by @absurdthirst

You were waiting for him in your bedroom, the ropes you had purchased on the bed next to you when you heard the front door unlock. It took around four minutes until the bedroom door opened and Max walked in.

“You wrote you’d be naked,” he said as he walked towards you, loosening his tie, a small smile on his lips.

“Oh I am, beneath this robe,” you smiled back, standing up to cross your arms behind his neck, meeting his lips in a lingering kiss.

“You’re not mad, aren’t you?” you checked in. He shook his head.

“I want to spend more time with you. I was thinking about it before I checked my calendar and got your message. I miss you.”

“And I miss you,” you kissed him again and he pulled you closer. You sighed before you parted from him, taking a step back. He raised one eyebrow.

“We’re gonna take a closer look at the list later to talk about the things we chose differently. But I chose Shibari for the first day. Which as of the last 49 minutes is today,” you sucked your bottom lip in.

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. You shook your head.

“I want to tie you up, baby,” you hummed, your finger brushing over the ropes on the bed behind you.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice an octave deeper.

“I took a class, so I’m kind of an expert,” you said smugly and he chuckled.

“What do I have to do?” he asked and you were giddy with excitement.

“Get naked and lay on the bed.”

“Mhhh you look pretty like this. Like a wrapped present,” you were checking the knots over his chest as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes you fell in love with. His arms were tied in many knots against his chest, his hands tied together as well.

You were at the finishing touches towards his feet, his legs also tied together, making it close to impossible for him to move.

He shivered as you checked the knots on his thighs, his cock already leaking with precum against his stomach. You looked up at him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slowly crawled up his body, kissing up his chest until your lips pressed to his.

“Mhhh what do you want? Do you want me to take what I want and fuck you? Should I suck your cock? Or… maybe I could tie your cock up and jerk you off till you cum on my tits?” you hummed and he moaned. You felt his muscles twitch and you grinned down at him.

“You decide, baby,” he said and you nodded.

“Good boy,” you praised and he whimpered.

You let your fingertips run down his body, your finger wrapping around his cock.

“I want to fuck you…” you said, slowly moving your hand.

“But I think all this practice I got in with tying up my dildo should be put to good use, don’t you agree baby?” you asked.

“Fuck…” Max groaned. You reached for the thinner rope you had bought pulling it around his cock and he hissed. Leaning down, you kissed the tip and he twitched in your hand.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this,” you teased him.

Turns out Maxwell Lord was capable of Multi Orgasms.

And because he was such a good boy, he could choose what you would do the next day.

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alj4890 · 1 year

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On Impulse

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC) in a Choices The Royal Romance drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a playful kiss given between laughter

Choices May Monthly Challenge: childhood friends | falling in love | holding hands

Rating G for fluff

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A/N Once upon a time (September of 2018 to be precise. Where has the time gone?!), I created my OC, Amanda Bridgerton, for Maxwell Beaumont in my first ever fanfic. About a year or so later I realized (along with many others in the fandom) through writing an angsty fic for the two that she was better suited for Thomas Hunt. So when I got this request from @twinkleallnight to reunite these two for a kiss challenge, it brought me back to all the times I wrote about Maxwell and Amanda secretly crushing on each other. So for this fic, Mr. Hunt is nowhere around to tempt her away from her love for Maxwell 😂😉

Masterlist

It was tiring being the proper, must always act a certain way noble. To have everyone watching and judging your every move, word you said, and even the way you dressed got old pretty fast.

It was only the first week of the social season and Maxwell was already exhausted.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up at Amanda.

"Nothing." He mumbled.

"It certainly doesn't look like nothing." She teased, poking him in his ticklish ribs.

He grinned at her. Leave it to his best friend to always know when he wasn't quite himself.

"Aren't you tired of this?" He whispered.

"Tired of what?"

"This." He gestured at the banquet hall filled to the brim with nobles and diplomats gathered together to celebrate King Constantine's wedding anniversary.

"I don't understand." Her brow furrowed. "Are you talking about the food or the company?"

"All of it!" He slumped back against a wall.

He couldn't help but think how much easier life used to be when he was younger. He was able to run around and do whatever he wanted with his friends without worry of the consequences. He typically had the woman next to him on many of his wild jaunts throughout the years. Come to think of it, most of his happiest memories included Amanda.

"I wish we were still children." He mumbled

She laughed, shaking her head at the memories that statement brought to mind. "I don't."

"You don't?"

"Maxwell," she huffed, "I was the most awkward girl in Cordonia. I was unfortunately born both clumsy and shy."

She winked at him. "Now I'm somewhat of a capable adult who might still be clumsy but can at least maintain a conversation without wanting to duck under a table."

He chuckled, slipping his arm around her shoulders.

"You weren't shy. You were simply quiet."

"I was always overthinking things." Amanda pointed out. "I still do, but I hide it better than I did when we were young."

"I could always tell when you were." Maxwell squeezed her close. "You chewed your bottom lip when overthinking."

She gently elbowed him. "Thanks for the reminder."

"You still do that, by the way." He whispered loudly.

She bit down on her bottom lip out of habit while fighting back a smile.

"Must you watch me all the time, Lord Beaumont?"

"I must, your grace." He dropped his arm, slipping his hand in hers. "How else can I make sure my best friend is enjoying herself?"

"You could simply ask me."

"True. But where's the fun in that?"

"Alright, Maxwell. Since you claim to know my tells so well. What am I feeling right now?"

She reluctantly pulled her hand away while turning to face him. Amanda cocked her head at an angle as she looked up at him. Her large hazel eyes held his ocean blue ones. A well practiced court smile was on her lips as she loosely clasped her hands together.

He lowered his head level with hers and narrowed his eyes in thought.

Amanda felt her cheeks flare with color over the intense way he studied her face.

Maxwell slowly smiled at the effect he had over her.

"I know what you need."

"You do?" She unconsciously bit down on her bottom lip.

His eyes darted down to her mouth, noticing the tell immediately.

"What is going through that mind of yours?" He asked, mostly to himself.

She averted her eyes, blushing all the more. If he only knew the thoughts she had about him, this would be a completely different conversation.

Amanda cleared her throat. "I believe you said you know what I need."

Maxwell grasped her hand again before sneaking quietly out of the room.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Out." He declared, briefly nodding to the footman who held a side door open for them.

"I gathered that." Amanda said drily. "But where specifically."

"We are going to get a breath of fresh air and see what wild notion comes over us." Maxwell decided.

"We are?"

"We are."

She couldn't help but smile over how determined he sounded. If there was one thing she could always depend on, it was Maxwell Beaumont living life on impulse alone.

"Now what?" She asked once they were far enough away from the palace.

His brow furrowed in thought as he considered their surroundings. There was the hedge maze where they used to play hide and seek with Liam, Drake, and Olivia. There was also the royal orchard where they long ago held their races and games of tag. Then there was the pond where they used to jump into the frigid water with their clothes on.

Maxwell wondered if she'd still be game to go swimming.

He cut his eyes to Amanda the moment she let go of his hand. She lifted both her hands to try and repin the strands of hair that had become loose from her formal updo. He remembered all the years she allowed the heavy dark brown mass to hang freely down her back. As a little boy who was completely head over heels for her, he'd loved to playfully pull it.

Now as a man, he would love to thread his fingers through it while his lips touched her--

"What?" She asked when she noticed him staring at her.

Maxwell felt heat creep up his neck.

He coughed and refocused on the landscape. "Nothing."

He glanced at her again to see her still struggling with her hair. On impulse, he reached over and pulled a few strategically placed pins free. He threw them as far as he could from where they were standing.

"Maxwell!" She cried out when her hair tumbled down past her shoulders. "Now what am I going to do?! I can't return to dinner looking like this!"

"Sorry." His unrepentant grin flashed at her.

"Liar." She couldn't stop herself from grinning at him. "You do realize that now that you made me unpresentable, you'll be forced to spend the rest of the night with me."

He reached up and tucked a windblown lock behind her ear. "I can live with that."

She stilled at the touch of his fingers grazing down her cheek.

Their eyes met.

Neither was sure what to do about the feelings the other caused. Of course, neither one knew how much the other would love it if they made the first move.

Amanda broke eye contact first.

"Should we go for a walk?"

"Um. Sure."

Maxwell's hand found hers once more.

He realized he did it without thinking. He'd always taken her hand since they were children. She had truly been a clumsy little girl and as her best friend, he felt he had to help keep her upright. He'd ignored the snickers and teasing from the other children and continued to hold Amanda's hand whenever they walked or ran about.

It was a habit he'd never broken, one he hoped to never break.

Amanda didn't seem to mind when he did so, which was a relief. He doubted he'd be able to stop something that was now like breathing to him.

"Oh!" She stumbled, losing her shoe.

Maxwell caught her before she fell.

"I got you!" He grasped her arms.

She blew a lock of hair out of her face while holding tight to him.

"Thank you." She twisted around to see her high heel stuck in a soft patch of grass. "Word to the wise. Do not wear Louboutins while trekking through the wild."

He chuckled and knelt down to help her slip her shoe back on.

"There we go, Cinderella." He teased.

"Please." She scoffed. "We both know I'm not princess fairy tale material."

"What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, look at me. Do I honestly look like something that would make a man scour a kingdom to find again, much less fall in love at first sight?"

Maxwell was more than ready to answer that question in great detail.

And," she continued unaware that he was ready to tell her what he really thought about her, "there are two single princes in that palace. Neither have ever looked at me like Prince Charming did Cinderella."

Maxwell gazed up at her. "Do you want Leo and Liam to look at you like that?"

Amanda realized her joke was being taken seriously. She couldn't recall a time where Maxwell's voice and manner had ever been so somber.

"I adore them both and they are definitely charming and handsome." She hesitated before adding, "but, I don't think I want either of them to be interested in me like that."

Maxwell quietly got to his feet, dusted his knees off, and took her hand once more.

She didn't like how serious he seemed. The dark clouds building overhead had nothing on the expression on his face.

Amanda decided to get him back in that playful, spontaneous frame of mind.

She pulled her hand from his and tapped his shoulder.

"Tag! You're it!" She exclaimed before she took off running.

Maxwell stared in disbelief at her kicking her shoes off and hiking her skirt well above her knees. It took him a few more seconds to react, giving her enough time to disappear in the apple orchard.

He took off after her.

Once he got to the last place he saw her, he stopped and looked around.

He tried to listen for any footsteps or the rustlings of her ball gown.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area falling swiftly into darkness as more clouds rolled in. The wind picked up with the smell of rain permeating the air.

"Okay!" He called out. "I give up! Where are you?"

Silence answered him.

He dropped his head back.

"I'm serious! You're the winner, Amanda! Where did you go?"

Maxwell folded his arms.

"Come on, Amanda! Why won't you--"

He yelped when she dropped down from a nearby apple tree branch.

"Hah!" She took off running again before he could grab her.

"I've got you now!" He caught up to her fast, embracing her from behind.

Amanda squealed when he lifted her off the ground, laughing even harder when he began to tickle her.

"Max, no--stop--have mercy" She doubled over trying to escape him. "Please! Uncle!"

His hands stilled their torture.

Amanda managed to catch her breath, her smile was still peeping out at him as she tried to right her appearance.

Maxwell reached out to pluck a stray leaf from her hair.

"Thank you." She grinned at him. "Now m'lord, if you would be so kind as to assist me in finding where I left my shoes, I--"

He held them up in front of her.

She reached for them, only for Maxwell to lift them higher.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a giggle.

"Keeping you here." He replied. "With your hair down and no shoes on, there's no way you can return to the palace until everyone has gone to bed."

He had a smug expression on his face.

"Can you imagine the gossip if you did show up looking like a lady who rolled around in the dirt?"

"Dirt?!" She pulled a small compact from her pocket and checked her appearance. A bit of dirt touched on one cheek while another spot was directly over her left eyebrow.

"Good heavens!" She tried to wipe it off.

"Here, let me." Maxwell used his pocket square to gently clean her face.

Another round of laughter slipped out.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I was thinking what Uncle Nicky would say if he was to see us right now." She giggled again.

Maxwell chuckled at the thought of what fun loving Nicholas Bridgerton would think of them running around like children.

"He'd probably be proud of us for cutting loose."

"Probably."

Amanda began to squirm the longer Maxwell cleaned her face.

"I don't believe I am that dirty." She teased.

His eyes met hers. His dimples deepened with another grin.

"It's difficult to clean with no water at hand."

"We could always sneak back inside and--"

The clouds opened up.

The two looked up at the rain falling then at each other. Within seconds they were drenched.

And they couldn't stop laughing at the state they were both in. After all, they were supposed to be two respectable nobles of Cordonia. One look at them now and no one would believe that.

Maxwell still had her face cupped in his hands. On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her, smothering her laughter for a brief moment.

He could feel her still shake with laughter as her arms slipped around his neck. He smiled against her lips as the brief kiss came to an end.

Amanda looked up at him, her own smile bright with wonder.

Maxwell lifted her off the ground, swinging her in a circle as the rain continued to fall.

She giggled, holding tight to him.

Once he set her back on the ground, she tugged him back down for a deeper kiss.

He sank into her embrace, glorying in feeling her lips part under his urging. Their tongues tangled, causing them both to move closer to the other.

"We should do that more often." Maxwell said a touch breathlessly.

"I think so too." Amanda pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, letting them linger there as she spoke. "In fact, I think it should become our new way to play together."

"So like tag but instead of tapping each other with our hands, we use our mouths?" He teased in the midst of kissing down her neck.

She laughed while nodding her head.

"Then tag," he dipped her while kissing her once more, "you're it."

#thirty kisses in thirty days #choices the royal romance #trr maxwell #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x oc #maxwell x amanda #choices trr #choices fic writers creations #trr #the royal romance

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