#had this thought while writing a fic that doesn't include the wedding and i got a little sad myself that i couldn't use it

[whim-prone-pirate]

imagine at the madney wedding maddie throws the bouquet and she throws it so hard that it hits buck in the head behind the crowd of women while he's talking to eddie. then buck picks it up, laughs, and turns to kiss tommy. and eddie looks just a little sad.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Trying to make myself write like a monkey pilot and so random bits from worldbuilding of this fic that are only mention or not even included (this is trans Bradley fic, for people who have not read it, but some bits are universal - I'm sorry for the rambling)

Merlin has a flight school in Nevada - this is where Bradley gets his commercial pilot licence, not long after he starts medical transition. Merlin runs it with his second wife, Nandini, who was the original owner and main flight instructor. They met through Slider, who got his commercial through her school, and they got two kids and their daughter had a crush on Bradley everyone in their family holds against her any time they meet for family gatherings.

Slider, by the way, retired from the Navy the same year as Mav started on the path to become a test pilot, and got a commercial and then airline pilot licence. Mav makes fun of it constantly.

Jake and Bradley (then pre-transition) talked extensively about their future life together and in Jake's mind, it was a given they would get married and have kids eventually, they'd just wait for the right timing or until they were at certain ranks/positions. Bradley did want all of it, he just never thought/imagined how it'd actually look with him as wife/mother, only vaguely with Jake as a dad and his own image completely avoided (kinda hard to explain but it's like a very blurry picture where his own figure would be even blurrier).

Bradley still wants to get married and have kids. Once the whole wife/mom bit became husband/dad thing, he's no longer uncomfortable about the topic. He knows being pregnant would be difficult because society sucks but he's pretty sure he's at the stage of confidence when he can pull it off.

Jake's mom is the nightmare mother-in-law people joke about. For real. She is terrible to all of her kids' partners, but she is especially terrible to Bradley (pre and after transition) because Jake is her little miracle baby.

Coyote joined Jake's squadron just as Bradley left the Navy, which means he met Jake in the middle of a heartbreak and well, that's basically why he's not the biggest fan of Bradley (even if sometimes it shows in ugly ways).

Bradley and Jake also had very different mindsets about their relationship during the break-up period of six years. Bradley had been a bit in denial and tried to force himself to move quickly, thinking that ever being with Jake was impossible (or you know, a fantasy only possible in his head...). Jake up until he sees Bradley, now after transition, at the Hard Deck, thought they were like magically destinated to be together and they'd meet again at some point. He dated some girls, mostly on Coyote's insistence, but he never hit it off with any woman, liked to say he was 'ruined for life' for Bradley and never stopped believing they'd find each other again despite the years apart piling on.

Mav and Ice renewed their vows and had a second wedding after Ice went into remission. Bradley was the officiant, mostly because Ice and Mav had a massive fight about whose witness he should be.

This is implied ?? but Ice's cancer went in remission because I imagine Bradley being there and Mav being there more often because of Bradley meant Ice'd go to the doctor earlier than in canon and had better chances given it was at an earlier stage when it was found. You know, a butterfly effect and all that.

Bradley and Ice spent weeks after Bradley's top surgery playing DCS, most often in the F-14 sim with Bradley in the RIO seat, sometimes with Slider providing commentary. As stated in the fic, Slider is the one to pop the idea and install the whole thing. Ice and Mav often play while goes through his oncology treatment and Ice often uses his puppy eyes to make Mav play as the RIO (rather than have two planes and Jester AIs)

Jake has a strange view on gender, which isn't necessarily bad, but it can be disheartening to Bradley, especially at the beginning. It's almost as if he doesn't see people's gender but who the people are (kinda like similar to not seeing skin colours??) which can be great when you don't want to be perceived/treated by just gender (like Bradley pre-transition) but can be ignorant if you do (like Bradley after transition). He is also terrible with labels and doesn't really believe or use them.

(A bit nsfw/tmi ??) Bradley chose his preferred type of top surgery based on the desire to keep the sensation of his nipples (buttonhole has a higher probability of keeping the feeling), mostly because it was a really sensitive part of his body, but ended up not keeping the full sensation on one side, which is always a possible outcome with any top surgeries, and after a few more months on T realized that his chest isn't really that sensitive anymore anyway. It's probably one of the very few things he misses.

I'm absolutely ecstatic because readers picked up on it, but Jake's been so jealous of Mav the whole time the fic's been going on and it'll continue until he realizes who Mav is to Bradley actually. You can only imagine how horrified he is when he realizes how terrible of a first impression he made on Mav.

While Mav is not a fan of Jake, Ice is trying to be very neutral. Objectively, he's not the biggest fan of Jake either, mostly because he's never going to be a fan of any of his baby boy's partners, but he thinks Bradley is an adult and should be able to make his own decisions. He also knows that a lot of people would have told him Mav is no good for him and it's not true at all so he's trying to trust Bradley's judgment.

someone please make me write, i just stare at the open document and change words in already written dialogues

[sluttyhusband]

You Make Me Feel Special

Henry Cavill x Chubby!Male Reader

Title based off TWICE’s “Feel Special”

Requested by anon: Hiiii! Could you please write a fic where Henry Cavill and his husband M/n Cavill (😌) are going out, maybe for one of Henry's movie premiere. Henry's husband is a total sweet boi, so nice and shy and he kinda doesn't like to go out, not liking the cameras and attention N stuff. But surprise surprise, he's a total darling, so sweet with everyone, and just such a good person. Everyone kinda falls in love with him. The news is like "Who is M/n Cavill?" or "The man who stole Superman's heart", he just kinda became a celebrity. Throughout it all Henry protects his husband (and his privacy), always keeping an arm around him (😌), making sure he's okay, even when people approach him to take a picture, he keep his husband close. So, people start flirting with M/n openly, even in social media. They are just simping for the thicc shy boy. After trying to keep it together for some time, Henry finally breaks, he doesn't want to loose his baby boy. And he reminds M/n of that (😌) (can you include praise kink, breeding, and size kink?). Thanks for your time!

NOTE: This’ll also be like my 1K special fic cuz I still can’t believe I hit 1K, ugh thank you all so much 💙

Fluff & Smut: Henry literally being the best husband ever, Henry’s hairy pecs 👁

Lights flashing and people yelling, you weren't the biggest fan of doing this doing this, but it was bearable, only because Henry made it bearable. Also it would mark your announcement that you two were a couple, many times being caught with him and saying you were just a friend visiting... constantly… staying at his home... for many nights in a row.

"Henry!", a reporter yells out, "How's your friend M/N?", you ducked your head in shyness. "Well actually there's a bit of news, me and M/N are no longer friends. We're husbands. Have been for quite a while actually"

Henry's tone was that of no shame, only pure proudness, he was proud to be with you. And his tone while proud, was just a bit loud, catching the attention of the reporters nearby.

The two of you hand kept the rings hidden by keeping your hands and in your pockets, now with the cat out of the bag, Henry reveals his hand. The wedding band being the center of attention for photographers, that is until you show yours and Henry grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss.

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"HENRY CAVILL MARRIED IN SECRET TO WHAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE CLOSE FRIEND” tabloids, articles, and newspapers were plastered with yours and Henry's face. Bit more so your face than Henry’s, and all the questioning and wonder was also more focused on you.

Who were you? How did you meet Henry? Why are pictures of you and Henry being romantic not available?

Who knew

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Henry’s announcement caused quite a stir for a while. You two would walk down the street holding hands and people would come up to you, and you specifically. You’d learn to get used to it, being told you have sort of a more welcoming and nurturing vibe, that being why people were comfortable coming up to you, Henry being somewhat intimidating even when he didn’t want to be.

But that didn’t stop some guys going up to you, fully flirting with you with no shame. And you were a married man, of course you weren’t going to encourage their behavior, and neither was Henry. He got sick of it. Extremely quickly.

Specifically a few weeks after Henry had announced you two being married, he had been there the few times guys would get the courage to put the moves on you, and he laughed it off at first. But he grew annoyed. This guy fully boasting about himself, earning six figures a month, which you both knew wasn’t true. Henry’s final straw was the punk’s comment about your weight.

“Though if we got together you’d need to lose like”, and he looked you up and down, circled you, “yeah you’d need to lose like maybe five or ten pounds”.

Now you two were grateful that neither of you had received any backlash, specifically you because he knew you didn’t like to be in the spotlight all that much. But he just couldn’t take it anymore, everyone fawning over you, seeming to want to marry you as well! And this guy’s comment, it finally did it for him.

Without hesitation Henry swung at the man, his fist connecting to the man’s cheek. Knocking him to the ground and beginning to groan in pain, “Don’t ever talk about my husband like that you worthless piece of garbage”, Henry spat before dragging you to the car.

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Of course that little moment wasn’t ignored, pictures and videos were revealed of the event. People immediately coming to your defense, saying the man was completely in the wrong.

“How dare that nobody say M/N needs to lose weight?! He isn’t that good looking himself either”, “M/N is totally hot!! Like really hot, have y’all seen his ass?”

Comments similar to those were under posts, and even ones dirtier than the second one. And Henry couldn’t stand it, you are all that he has, someone he loves so much, maybe even too much. Would you think that Henry’s not enough after seeing how everyone craves you?

He couldn’t allow it.

He won’t allow it.

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Later that night, Henry laid in bed in thin grey sweatpants and shirtless, remembering your guy’s wedding night. The sounds you made, how you called his name, clenching around him, there was a need that night, a need that Henry wanted to bring out again.

You were in the shower, after the days events you wanted to relax. And so Henry purposely kept thinking about the wedding night. Knowing you’d walk into him sporting a tent.

And he was right, he remembered your face as he entered you that night, and that was enough to have him leaking. And you walking in at the perfect time.

“Well someone’s excited”, you chuckle as you dry your hair, walking out naked. “Knowing I married the sexiest guy imaginable can get a guy going y’know”, he smirks as a wet spot appears on his sweats, ‘damn precum already?’, he thought as he squeezed his 9-inch dick through the sweats.

”The sexy one here is you”, you say, climbing onto his lap, “You punching that guy earlier was so fucking sexy, the animalistic energy you had, the way your muscles flexed in your shirt, and just knowing you’d protect me almost made me cream my pants right then and there”.

You lean down for a kiss, Henry’s tongue slipping into your mouth, showing his dominance over you. He was so much bigger than you, towering over you since the day you met, he loved it. He loved leaning down to kiss you, a goodbye kiss after a date, a kiss under the shower, and when he leaned down to kiss you after saying your I do’s.

Now he’s here, tongue down your throat, his hands playing with your plump ass, your hands on his gloriously hairy pecs. Squeezing them in delight. “Why am I the only one naked here”, you ask, rubbing your own hard dick against his clothed one, “You’re right honey, it’s not fair is it?”

He gets up, grabbing something from the closet. A camera. “Just like our honeymoon”, he sets it down on the dresser, pointing towards the left side of the bed, Henry knew it would capture the best angles. Like him unleashing his rock hard dick.

He did it on the opposite side of the bed, so it would also capture your reaction, “You never fail to amaze me with your size babe”, you say before taking it in your mouth, fondling his balls in your hands, Henry throwing his head back in ecstasy and eyes rolling back.

He pulls out for a quick second before laying on his back on the bed once more, feeling your skillful mouth around his dick. “C’mon baby, lube it up”, he says while caressing your cheek. You continue to do so for a but before Henry feels himself about to cum. “Ok baby, that’s enough”, you give a slight pout, “Don’t worry, you’ll still get my cum, just not in your pretty mouth right now, now come on, face down, ass up”.

He gives you a peck, tasting himself before deciding to focus on your glorious ass. Taking the two mounds in his hands and spreading them to reveal your tight pucker. Henry begins to give kisses around it, feeling you slightly tremble at each peck, then he finally gets to your hole, he licks it before also giving it a kiss, savoring the feeling of your soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

He continues this process for a while until he decided to finger fuck you. His big thick fingers going in and out of you, causing more moans to escape your mouth. “We’re almost there baby, you’re doing so good for me, my good boy”, your dick twitches at the praise, drops of your precum spilling out onto the bed.

After Henry decides that the prep is enough, he rolls you onto your back, “I want to look at my gorgeous boy’s face as I pump him full of my seed”, you bite your lip and smile as he leans down to kiss you again.

While kissing you, Henry rubs his tip against your hole, his spit and his precum lubricating it to make for an easier entrance. He then slips it in, only a fee inches, causing you both to moan into the kiss, “My god you feel amazing M/N, so fucking amazing”, Henry leans down to your neck and starts leaving hickeys, knowing that you’d been seen with them and people would know you’re his.

“S-so fucking big”, you whine as he continues to put his dick inside you. The final thrust hitting your prostate causes you to moan loudly, “That’s it, make those gorgeous sounds for me baby”. Henry slowly begins thrusting his hips into you, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder to brace himself before he starts to really get into it.

“You know what M/N, m’gonna fill you up so good, overflow your hole with my babies'“, you moan at the thought, “Yeah? You like that? Having my babies inside you”, you incoherently mumble in agreement as you begin to feel him gain speed. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re mine M/N”, you grab onto his chest, teasing his nipples and grabbing his pecs, “O-nly nngh y-yours”.

“You gonna cum baby?”, you nod your head, “Me too, cum with me”. Henry grabs your dick and jerks you off the rhythm which he’s thrusting into you, he you pulsating, you tightly clenching around him, “3, 2, 1”, with that, you both scream out in pleasure, your cum shooting onto your body, and his shooting into your hole.

He pulls out and sees the cum on your body, he begins to lap it up, “Your body looks even more gorgeous when it’s covered in cum baby”, he stares into your eyes as he laps it up, working his up to your face. With your cum still in his mouth, you both kiss, you both enjoying your taste. He grabs you and places you on top of him, continuing to make out. After a while you both break the kiss, tiredness beginning to take you over. Before Henry forgets, he stops the camera, you two would watch it tomorrow. He joins you back in bed, you lay close to him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He pulls a blanket on top of the both of you and places a kiss on too of your head.

“You’re the love of my life M/N”, he smiles snd turns off the lights, falling asleep holding you.

[acewitch-writes]

thoughts on the pottermore remus lupin write up?

As a rule, I consider Pottermore to be a sort of grey area of "sub"-canon. I see it as being on par with headcanon, so I take it all with a grain of salt. I pick and choose bits of Pottermore to incorporate into my own HCs.

I do appreciate the way pottermore expanded on Remus' family life, and I especially love the background that includes Lyall being prepared to fend off Albus Dumbledore to protect his son. I'm a sucker for the HC that Remus had good, loving parents. The rest of his life is so rife with suffering and pain, so it's just nice to give Remus something happy to hold onto. I don't mind when Remus doesn't always have great parents in fics, though, because it's not something that was ever explicitly stated in canon. I just hate when folks in this fandom go around repeating the mainstream fanon "Remus was an orphan" or "Remus had shitty parents" as if it is undisputed canon.

I also really like the background on how Lyall and Hope met and the way it ties the whole Lupin family together with Boggarts being the common thread. Lyall saved Hope from a Boggart, and they had a Boggart wedding cake topper! What a cute and quirky family! And then Remus goes on to teach DADA and his first lesson is, you guessed it, BOGGARTS! And then he taught James Potter's son how to defend against Boggarts! I love it so much, the link between Boggarts and fear and Remus' Lycanthropy and the fear/cowardice that burdens Remus as a character and—

I'm going to write a detailed analysis on this someday because I just find it so fascinating.

I'm less fond of the way pottermore retconned R*madora, and the comment that Remus made about how "Sirius got all the women", not simply because I'm not a fan of that ship but also because it willfully goes against the already-established canon trait that Sirius was not interested in girls/dating and paid them little attention. I prefer to read it as Remus feeling jealous/envious of Sirius, of the way he never even had to make an effort because he was just so effortlessly handsome and charming, while Remus felt this immense pressure to be good enough and had to work twice as just to be liked and respected (while also feeling unworthy of these things due to his Lycanthropy).

So yeah, all in all, I consider Pottermore to be above fanon, but not necessarily above well-thought-out and nuanced headcanon.

[alj4890]

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

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @krsnlove @choicesficwriterscreations @fullbeaumonty @choiceschallenge-may2023 @jerzwriter

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."

[tintagel-or-cockleshells]

7, 16, and 20 for the meta writer asks!

First off, please know my initial response to this was HNRGH. I love meta-talk, baybee.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

I use a lot of lists in my writing, particularly when characters are thinking things through. This is because I personally do this while thinking. Josefin helped point this out to me - we were editing a chapter I'd written for our project and she pointed out there were three lists in eight pages. Whoops.

I also think a hallmark of mine is writing around the point. I need to go from A to B, I'm reminded of C as I write A so it goes A - long digression to C - back to B.

Recently I've also caught myself finishing a story with enforced outsider perspectives - articles about the final event, blurbs of a book written after they get back together - so I want to stick to in-the-moment storytelling for my next one.

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

I'm trying to write longer form. Typically my fics are like 5 pages a chapter, longer if it's a oneshot, but my latest one is hovering at 50 pages and we've just started chapter 4 (potentially - i want to chop it up after the writing to see how it fits best).

I've also gone a little more serious with it! Comedy is fun to write, but I've not felt up to writing a caper in a little while (wedding planning as we hurtle towards the last few months of prep is STEPPING UP) so it's kind of a relief to write this story and go 'y'know, gold vs clear plinths for aisle florals is not as big of a deal as (plot of story)'.

(I really hate the clear plinths. Not the vibe.)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

In Ghosted one of the things I was really proud of was how Alex went through his own personal five stages. If the classic ones are denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, he first denied it was even possible for him to come back; got furious (mainly wirh Zahra) when he thought she'd lied, bargained with Henry's prone body, got depressed about it, and then accepted both seeing his family and that he was definitely going to become alive again.

I've always been morbid and really fascinated by death so please expect more gloomy goodness.

In Red, White and Royal Ballet I had lots of fun with the ballet references. Alex's fear of the character parts, which get pulled out of a hat but you're not there for their feats of dancing - look at the clog dance from La Fille mal gardée and you'll see technical skill but none of the showstopping jumps he wants to do as the leading men.

Ballet is also a very -ist institution. Alex doesn't 'look the part' of the prince. You know who 100% does? Henry, and there's symbolism in how he rejected a place with his grandmother after seeing how it hurt Bea - an abdication of sorts.

There's also the fact that Alex performs quite a lot in tragic ballets before Henry comes along! Giselle, La Bayadère, Mayerling are all cryfests with a lot of death. It's why it's important there's no deaths at the end!

Thank you for the asks very much, I had a lovely time answering :)

[gryffindorhealer]

This seems a worthy idea. Particularly since I am rather pants at self promotion. I thought about organizing them in "my" story timeline order, and decided nah, just the order I posted them. Some of these are also on FFN and SIYE, I use the same name there.

War & Peace, Volume No. One

On the first Christmas after Ginny finishes Hogwarts, Harry has to work.

Meanwhile, Back At the Burrow

War leaves scars. Sometimes they are visible. Sometimes not.

When Ginny and Harry Eloped … Sort Of

It's a press and paparazzi feeding frenzy when one of Wizarding Great Britain's most famous couples announce their engagement. (There’s more in this summary…)

Animagii

It's an Alternate Universe. With, you know, Alternate Events. (There’s more…)

Happy 39th Birthday, Harry

Wherein Harry, attempting to be considerate, discovers it may not be wise to thwart his wife’s plans. Even if he doesn’t know she’s planning something. (Posted on 31 July, 2019)

Molly’s Nightmares

Wherein Harry learns more about being a dutiful son-in-law-law.

Excellence

We don't always know where we're going. Sometimes we've got a plan, though not necessarily. And often we don't remember where we've been, or what effect that has on others. Until we're reminded.

Echoes

A moment between generations.

(Another one I had fun writing, using an old Japanese poem format.)

Nexus

After Harry faces Voldemort in the Forest, he doesn't go to his mental construct of King's Cross Statio.? Rather he finds himself on the shore of the Black Lake in a host of Guardian Angels (one a little odd, another disturbingly familiar looking), and a tall, hooded black-robed figure. On a white horse. Named Binky... (AU, obviously, with some crossover characters)

Proposals

Three. Because it's a nice, prime number. And, the third time is the charm.

Dreaming a Life

Ginny has a Quantum Leap moment… (the actual synopsis is a bit longer… It’s an AU and not an AU, with a host of Guest Star Characters; Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s 2020 Incognito Elf Exchange)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28311546

Prank and Be Pranked

Revenge is a dish best served cold...

(Written for @velvethopewrites as a natal anniversary gift)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31858642

Honeymooners

What could possibly go wrong on one's honeymoon? (Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s 2021 Birthday Challenge. The Telly had to be in the fic, and all of us received a twist from another writer, which we all needed to include. Oh, and more Guest Star Characters.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32594851

Portrait

During the week between their wedding and their honeymoon, Ginny and Harry fail to notice some changes happening at Grimmauld Place. (Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s 2021 Incognito Elf Exchange)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35907376

Vignettes

In the set of people writing fanfiction, there is a subset of people writing about Live Celebrities. Also, while the Wizarding World may not (yet) generally access the Interwebz, they do have fanzines… (Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s 2021 Incognito Elf Exchange)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35919973

Year of the Kneazle

Two households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,A pair of star-cross'd lovers…

But wait, forsooth, a diff’rent scene we’ll see!Not fair Verona; grudges none I fear,But households two alike in dignityIndeed, and star-cross'd lovers also here...

(I had fun writing this one.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36899512

Service

What is lighter than air, heavier than mountains, more valuable than gold, and brighter than stars? (Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s Minor Character Challenge, featuring one of my favorite minor characters.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37995115

Thursday, 1 September, 2022

Sweet dreams are made of cheeseWho am I to dis a brie?It’s Camembert world and Edam seas -Everybody’s looking for Port Salut

(Written for the Harry & Ginny Discord’s Hogwarts Express Challenge. The word limit, 750 words. When I finished the first draft and did a word count, 749. I kept that number during edits.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41760039

[legolasghosty]

hi!! ❤️‍🔥🏚🥚😊👀📃?

if you feel like returning, pls keep in mind i will not have many answers (i only have 3 fics) but I am happy to answer!

Hiii, thanks for the ask!

❤️‍🔥 Favorite ship you have written about?

Willex my beloved!!!! I frigging love writing them so much!!!! Reading, writing, edits, I am slightly obsessed with them. Slightly.

🏚 A fic you more or less abandoned?

Hmmm, there's several of these, although I've been trying to go back in and finish old stuff lately. I don't really have the attention span to write multichaps though, so I don't have any half-written stories available online. I have a few half written one shots lying around that I just don't remember where I was going with them, so they probably won't get finished.

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

Hmmm, I snuck some random references to Percy Jackson stuff in I Love Losing Track of Time Anytime We're Talking, since that takes place more or less in that universe, but mostly I like including little nods to my friends' fics. Like one friend wrote this fic where Willex was on an ice cream date, and then I took the favorite flavors they chose and put them into one of my fics. So... they are little easter eggs, but they're mainly just for the friend I stole the idea from.

😊 The fic that you’re the most proud of?

Answered here!

👀 What’s an idea you had for a fic that you never did anything with?

Also answered here, but I got more so... I had this thought a while back that maybe the deal Willie signed that gave his soul over to Caleb might be a physical piece of paper. After Caleb gets defeated, that paper doesn't mean anything anymore, but Willie keeps it. A few years later, at his and Alex's wedding, they burn it together right before they sign their marriage license. I thought it would be cute but I never go around to writing it.

📃 Ever written something inspired by someone else's fic?

Not really? Like I steal little bits here and there, but I don't think I have any fics that are directly and mainly inspired by someone else's fic. I guess the closest I have to that would be You Are My Getaway, which I wrote for my friend @michelangelinden as a reward for keeping the gays apart until they were actually supposed to get together. I stole some little details and stuff from his writing to make it as good for her as possible. But yeah, I think that's the closest I got.

Thanks for the ask!

Send me some emojis from this list and I'll answer the questions!

[strideofpride]

Not a passage exactly but I would love to hear your thoughts on your role swap au and how you flipped the blair-chip-louis triangle to dan-georgina-olivia. Really I’m just interested in your thoughts on olivia paralleling louis bc I think it’s galaxy brained of you 💛

Okay so backtracking a bit, obviously Brooklyn!Blair/UES!Dan is a significant AU trope within the dair fandom. I wanted to do my own spin on it, and especially have a little bit of pining!Blair/denial!Dan in there as well, like this image series, because you never really see that swap get explored. Originally I wanted to like...do a swap of the entire show lol but that ended up being way too ambitious (unfortunately capitalism exists and I can't devote all my time to writing fic), so I settled for doing swaps of individual episodes.

And then when I was trying to make it make sense for season 1 eps, I had this thought...what if I swapped Nate and Serena too? Dan/Serena's dynamic would become Nate/Blair's and vice versa. Same goes for Dan/Nate and Serena/Blair (although I didn't really get to explore the latter unfortunately). And then I had the thought that I thought was TRULY galaxy brained which is: what if I swapped Georgina and Chuck? Which, god, was SO much fun to write. And I felt that all kind of worked. Because much like Dan & Blair, Serena & Nate and Georgina & Chuck all share similar traits so it doesn't change things too much.

I was honestly going to try to avoid the ~royal arc~ of it all, because like...I hate it very much lol. Blair and Louis' engagement is when the show jumped the shark imho. But I also didn't want to do a season 5 episode where they were already together because again...I really really wanted pining!Blair and denial!Dan lol, so I ultimately had to include at least a little bit of it.

As for the Louis and Olivia of it all, I had actually already talked about their parallels a while back on here. But to recap: Louis and Olivia brought Blair & Dan into whole new worlds (royalty/Hollywood), both purposely did not reveal their true identities at first as well, and these relationships were just distractions while they avoided dealing with their feelings for other people.

So when I was writing that chapter and needed a Louis for Dan, it was a no brainer that it was going to be Olivia for me cause I had already done the whole relationship parallel analysis. And honestly that parallel had probably just occurred to me in the first place because I had gone through and looked at their dynamics with all their other love interests.

But yeah, I think it worked well! Obviously, there would be no pregnancy or a "who's the father" mystery. But I had some fun with this little monologue:

“Are you kidding me? Look at everything we’ve been through together. You kept it a secret when everything with Georgina went down. You shielded me from the world when the paparazzi wouldn’t stop trying to get dirt on my relationship with Olivia and you brought me to a therapist during my darkest hour. You wrote Olivia’s big romantic acceptance speech for her, and then you saved me from the most awkward Oscars party imaginable. Do I need to go on?”

And kinda implied that Dan still cheated with Georgina and that blew up in his face somehow and that instead of having a wedding, Dan got to go to the Oscars instead lol (good for him!). And I mean, in some sense, it's kind of just a more dramatic version of the Dan-Olivia-Georgina triangle that already existed in the show. (Does this mean that in the season 3 world of my swap, Blair had a casual fling with Chuck before dumping him for Louis?? Does this mean that Chuck bribed the NYU housing office to be Dan's roommate?? Idk but those ideas do make me laugh lol)

EDIT: Wait also does this mean that Blair, Louis, and Vanessa (the one character I didn't swap btw - although I guess I kinda soft-swapped her with Eric in terms of his role in a certain scene) had a threesome that caused Blair to realize that she actually had feelings for Vanessa?? Obsessed

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it! Honestly, your championing of this fic is the reason I even finished it in the first place so thank you!!

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