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The best friend - James Beaufort

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 1.999

Summary: An insight into James and Y/N's relationship. Or is it more?

James rang the bell of the property and waited for someone to open the door. He looked around; this house always reminded him of Downton Abbey for some reason. Because of him, people called it the Downtown Abbey house. The door swung open a minute later, and Y/N’s dad smiled. “Hello, mate,” he welcomed James. “Come in.” He was wearing a kitchen gown. 

“Hello,” James replied, entering the house. “Thank you. Is she upstairs?” 

Y/N’s dad nodded. “She just came back from work,” he said, and they walked through the hall together. When James wanted to walk up the stairs, Y/N’s dad asked: “Will you be staying over for dinner?” 

“If it isn’t a problem?” James showed a small smile. 

“Of course not! I will peel just a few more potatoes.” 

“Thank you,” James replied and nodded. 

He walked up the stairs, and as he reached the first floor, he heard some music. A steady beat of rap music filled the hall, an unexpected soundtrack for this place. James knew instantly it wasn’t coming from Y/N’s room; rap was the one genre she couldn’t stand. This had to mean her older brother was home. James smiled, remembering the countless times he and Y/N had joked about her brother’s eclectic music tastes. He approached Y/N’s room, knocking gently before pushing the door open. He found her lying on her stomach on her bed, looking exhausted. She barely reacted to his presence, only turning her head slightly so she could see him.

“Hey,” she mumbled, a yawn escaping her lips.

“Hey,” James replied softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Long day?”

“The longest,” Y/N sighed, her voice muffled by the pillow. “I don’t think I’ve moved since I got home.” She followed his every movement, taking off his jacket, tie and shoes. He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge. “What a surprise to see you here,” she mentioned.

“I haven’t seen you for a while, so I thought, let’s check up on the best friend,” he said and ran his hand through his hair. 

Y/N padded on the mattress beside her, inviting him to lie beside her. “The best friend saw you last week,” she replied. 

“Which is a while back. The best friend and I used to see each other every day.” James lay beside her, placing his arm behind his head when his head hit the pillow. 

“That’s a few months ago,” she shot back. 

“And?” 

They looked at each other for a few seconds. The corners of Y/N’s lips started to curl up, which also made James smile. 

“How are you?” Y/N then asked, her voice softening since it was a deep question for James. 

James looked away from her, focusing his eyes now on the desk, which was full of stuff. It wasn’t like Y/N to have a messy desk. “I’m fine,” he breathed. 

“Sure?” 

He nodded slowly. 

“And school?” 

“The usual.”

“Good.”

“Ja.” 

After a few minutes of silence, James turned his head to Y/N. He scanned her face; she was zoning out. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. They shared a quiet moment. 

Suddenly, an alarm went off. James looked around the room, trying to determine where the alarm came from. It was an alarm from a phone.

Y/N softly groaned and stopped the alarm. “Time to get up,” she said and pushed herself up. “Otherwise, I will be doing nothing for the rest of the evening.” She turned around and sat on her bed, stretching her arms and shoulders. When she heard a snort next to her, she turned to James. “What?” 

“You never fail to surprise me with your strange habits,” he laughed, sitting up. 

She smiled and shrugged. “I guess I’m strange.”

“Luckily.”

They both got up from the bed. 

“Your life would be so boring without me,” she cheekily replied, making a bun in her hair. 

James squinted his eyes. “Hmm, I’m not sure.” He showed a playful smile. “Perhaps…”

She raised her eyebrows. “Perhaps what?” 

They held their gaze for a few seconds, their playful tension palpable. Smiling, they moved closer without realising it, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

James finally broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Perhaps my life would be incredibly dull without you.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with amusement and something deeper. “Good to know you’re aware.” She switched the light off and opened the door to the hallway. 

“How was work, by the way?” James asked, closing the door behind him. Together, they walked down the stairs to the living room. 

“Busy,” she sighed. 

It was hard to admit, but James was jealous of Y/N in almost every way possible. One of them was the freedom she got from her parents. She had the freedom to explore her passion and what she wanted to do in the future. Y/N was currently in her gap year, working as a barista in a cafe in the next town. Her parents were very supportive of her decision. However, she had to work for at least four days. It didn’t matter what kind of job, but she had to work. 

“But it was fine. For some reason, we had a very long rush hour. The time flew by,” she continued, sharing some weird situations with some customers. 

When they arrived at the living room, the doors to the terrace were wide open, and in the distance, Y/N's little brother and sister were playing football in the garden. They also walked to the terrace but decided to sit on the lounge set.

James leaned back, the cushions soft against his back. “Sounds like you had quite a day.” He looked at her, admiring her resilience and positive outlook. He wished he had the same kind of freedom and support to pursue his passions without the weight of expectations bearing down on him. He unbuttoned the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them up his arms.

“Ey,” Y/N mumbled and picked up a lost button from the sofa. She held it up between her thumb and wise finger. “Just because you don’t like it, you don’t have to sprinkle it around,” she smirked and grabbed his arm left, unfolding the sleeve, checking if it belonged to this side. 

“I just wanted to mark my territory.” 

“Like you haven’t done that enough here,” she replied. She rolled the left sleeve up again, unfolding the right side. “Bingo.” She gave James the button. “Let me get the sewing kit.”

“It’s alright. I will let someone fix it at my place. Besides, I have enough white shirts.”

“It’s just a two-minute job. Besides, I know it is a new white shirt, and it’s too good to just throw it away because one button is missing, James.” 

Before he could say anything about it, she had walked away. The left corner of his mouth curled up, and he looked at the button. He could hear her talk to her dad in the distance. He still heard some soft beats from the music upstairs, and he heard the sibling dynamic between the kids playing football.

Y/N sat down beside him again. “Arm,” she said and made a gesture. She opened the small box, probably an old cigar box and got a needle and some wire. 

James placed his arm on her lap. “Don’t poke me,” he reminded her. 

She took a deep breath and lifted her head, straightening her face. “Shit, there goes my plan.” 

“I need to stay away from you.”

She licked her lips and casually shrugged. “I know where to find you,” she said. 

“Oo, now I’m scared.”

Y/N pointed the needle at him and laughed. “As you should.” 

“Aah, no, I don’t want to die. Don’t do it to me,” his voice raised, but his face stayed neutral. 

She sighed and sewed the button back on the sleeve. “Hopeless.”

The music became louder. The loud music was blasting from his speaker when the Y/N’s older brother stood in front of the lounge set. He was moving along with the beat, standing in front of Y/N and James purposely. Y/N gave him a side eye, which gave him a satisfied reaction; he smiled. 

“Turn that music down, mate,” Y/N’s dad said and put some plates with cutlery on the table outside. “Put on a chill playlist and set the table, will you?” 

“Si Señor,” the brother said. He looked at his little sister and James. “The best friends are together again,” he said and walked over to James. “Hey, man.” He wanted to go for a handshake, but it was a weird high-five since Y/N was working on James’ right hand. 

James returned the high-five with a chuckle, the easy banter between them adding to the relaxed atmosphere. “Hey, good to see you,” he greeted Y/N’s brother.

“Likewise,” the brother replied, shooting James a friendly grin before turning to Y/N. “So, what’s the occasion? You two planning a secret rendezvous or something?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. “Nothing like that. Just fixing James’ button.”

“Ah, the old ‘sewing buttons’ trick,” the brother winked. “Classic move. By the way, Y/N, where is mum?” 

“Work,” Y/N replied. “Well, I think she will be home any second now.” Looking up, she saw her mum walking in the living room. “Speaking of the devil.” She nodded towards her mum. 

“Ah, mother!” The brother said, widening his arms and greeting his mum. 

Y/N bit her lip while focusing. “Oh, this is light pink wire,” she mumbled and looked sorry at him. “Sorry. I can do it over with white wire.”

James widely smiled and shook his head. “It’s fine,” he mentioned. Every time that I wear this shirt, it will remind me of you,” he winked. 

“Sure,” she dodged his words. “Anyway, will you be joining us for dinner?” A smile curved on her lips. 

“Would love to,” he smiled. He didn’t want to say that her dad already invited him, since she looked excited when asking. 

Y/N nodded and continued sewing. 

They fell into a comfortable silence, the music now a soothing background melody as they finished sewing the button back onto James’ sleeve. Once they were done, Y/N leaned back, admiring their handiwork.

“James, sweetheart,” Y/N’s mum cheerfully said. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good evening,” James politely smiled. 

“Looks good as new,” Y/N declared, a satisfied smile on her face as she rolled up his sleeve again.

“Thanks, Y/N,” James replied, giving her a playful nudge.

The entire family gathered around the dining table outside and made sure the table was all set. They all sat down to enjoy the dinner Y/N’s dad had prepared. James felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. Surrounded by the warmth of Y/N’s family. The conversations they held during dinner were filled with laughter and funny expressions. 

Then Y/N’s mum wanted to invite James for tomorrow. “We are going to sail tomorrow. Would you like to join? Maybe you can ask Lydia, too,” she proposed. 

A sparkle came in Y/N’s eyes when she looked at James, hoping he would say yes. “We can pick Lydia up tonight, so you both can stay here for the night. Then we don’t have to rush tomorrow morning,” Y/N proposed while looking at her parents, who seemed to agree. 

“Yes, I would love to. I will be there, but I will ask Lydia,” James widely smiled.

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[yourfagula]

Dating James beaufort headcanons pt.1

Old money husband asf

Spoiling you is an understatement of what he's doing

If you think he didn't make a dress/collection inspired by you for young beaufort, YOU'RE WRONG

Softest boy ever actually

Trips to London 24/7 just for fun

Also why not play "dress up" as his dad calls it while in London

Percy will pick you up & drop you off everywhere, he's your chauffeur now too

Sitting next to each other in class

Parties. Parties. Parties

You help him cut down on the drinking

Walking to school and to each class together

Spending your free periods together

PDA where he holds your hands 24/7 and kisses your knuckles

Will not rest until his parents fully accept you no matter where you're from

It's so so important to him for you to get along with Lydia

Attending his lacrosse games

His closet??? Bffr that's your closet dude

Walking around the house with his white button up and boxers

Matching jewelry

Luxury vacations just because

Roses at your door step every week on the spot

Shopping trips at luxury stores

You make him so much better at communicating his feelings

Fighting because he bottles everything up

Making up cause he'd rather die than let you go

[evermoresversion]

For James Beaufort

He has a girlfriend and Ruby tries to ruin it but fail and if you do smut can you add it at the end no pressure to do this.

THE PHOTOS, JAMES BEAUFORT.

A/N I changed Ruby to Elaine because I don't really see Ruby trying to ruin a relationship.

PAIRING James Beaufort x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, kind of angsty, fluff? at the end. There may be grammatical and spelling errors since English is not my first language.

SUMMARY Despite all of Elaine's attempts to separate you from James, she never succeeded.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JAMES' MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You and James had been dating for months now.

While most of Maxton Hall considered you both the king and queen of the school, others simply did not accept your relationship.

By "others" I mean Elaine Ellington.

Before, she saw you as a friend or something close to it, someone she could get along with since your father was one of the most important businessmen in the place.

But all thoughts of getting along evaporated the second she saw you arrive at Maxton Hall holding hands with the boy she wanted.

From that moment on she promised herself that she would do everything possible to separate you both.

She went from trying to kiss James in front of you at a party, ending in him rejecting her in front of everyone, to her asking one of his friends to try to flirt with you and making you uncomfortable, which ended in James asking someone to beat the shit out of him, since he couldn't risk his reputation doing it himself, but if he could he would have broken the boy's face.

Faced with several failed attempts, Elaine was beginning to despair, but the idea of letting you and James be happy was never in her plans.

Until one day she had an idea.

Somehow he got a girl quite similar to you from the back and had pictures taken of her kissing another guy at a party.

"Perfect." She muttered looking at the photos on her phone. No doubt James would fall and finally leave you.

She walked through the halls to where James was with his friends, you were in a class right at that moment.

"Can we talk?"

James sighed, tired of the situation.

"No, Elaine, I already told you a thousand times that..."

"It's about y/n."

That certainly caught James' attention. He walked away from the group so he could talk to the blonde.

“What about y/n?”

"I didn't want you to find out from me but it seems fair that you know, I shouldn't play with you like that."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She took her phone out of her bag and showed the photos to James, watching his every reaction, watching how his jaw tensed and how his breathing quickened.

"When did they take these photos?"

"Friday night."

James simply nodded and without saying anything else, he walked towards where Elaine assumed your class was.

She smiled victoriously and left, believing that James would break up with you in a few minutes.

But the next day all hope disappeared again when she saw you both arrive holding hands and laughing with each other.

As you both passed her, James caught her attention.

"Thank you for telling me about the photos."

"Next time make sure I'm not having dinner with his family when according to you I'm kissing another guy." You smiled with false kindness and both of you continued on your way.

Elaine, on the verge of having a tantrum, decided it would be best to wait until you both break up and be there for James.

Although that clearly didn't happen because you ended up engaged to him sooner than she thought.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[sagewritings]

Grace and Arrogance - James Beaufort x Fem!Reader

pairing: james beaufort x fem!reader

synopsis: amidst playful bickering, the dynamic between you and james transforms from turmoil to bliss when james sheds his facade of arrogance to reveal hidden admiration.

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: mentions of a car accident, fluff with james beaufort

a/n: hello everyone! it's been a while since my last post because i haven't really had any inspiration and time over the past months but after watching maxton hall last week, i just couldn't help but write! ! i wrote this in like an hour on my notes app so it may seem a bit rushed but that's okay :>

if you’d like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>

i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

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Being a regular visitor at the Beaufort estate has familiarized you with every corner of the house. Now, you have memorized every room and decoration, immediately spotting whatever is newly added. The Beauforts didn’t mind your presence, with your family being close friends of theirs.

But it was not the Beauforts' son who you were particularly fond of.

You were extremely close with Lydia, your best friend since childhood. Despite both of you coming from wealthy backgrounds, your upbringing was notably different. Your parents owned a chain of hotels and restaurants across Europe, but they insisted on raising you humbly, teaching you the value of hard work and modesty. This upbringing made you see through the arrogance often displayed by James, Lydia's brother.

James, with his confident smirk and air of superiority, was someone you couldn't stand. Your encounters often led to playful bickering, a routine everyone at Maxton Hall was familiar with. But behind your teasing, there was an underlying respect for each other, one neither of you would openly acknowledge.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself in the Beauforts' expansive garden, your favorite place to unwind with Lydia. She was lounging on a chaise, flipping through a magazine, while you were engrossed in a novel. The peace was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

"Well, well, what do we have here? The ladies of leisure," James's voice drawled, cutting through the tranquility.

You looked up, ready to retort. "And here comes the lord of arrogance. What do you want, James?"

James smirked, leaning against a nearby pillar. "Just enjoying the sunshine. Is that a crime?"

"Only if you're planning to cast a shadow over our peace," you shot back, not missing a beat.

Lydia chuckled from her seat. "You two are impossible. Can't you ever have a conversation without turning it into a fight?"

"It's not my fault your brother is insufferable," you said, closing your book and standing up to face James.

"Insufferable? That's a new one. What else do you think about me, Y/N?" James asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Do you really want to know?" you challenged, stepping closer.

"Absolutely," he replied, his gaze locking onto yours.

Before you could respond, Lydia interjected. "Okay, enough, both of you. Can't we just have one afternoon without the bickering?"

You glanced at Lydia, then back at James. "Fine. But only because Lydia asked."

James shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "Whatever you say, Y/N."

Despite your frequent clashes, there were moments when you couldn't deny James's charm. Like the time he helped you with a school project, his intelligence and wit shining through in a way that caught you off guard.

You were in the library, struggling with a particularly difficult economics assignment. The sound of approaching footsteps made you groan inwardly. Of course, it had to be him.

"Need help, Y/N?" James asked, looking over your shoulder.

"I can manage, thank you," you replied curtly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of admitting you were stuck.

He pulled up a chair next to you anyway. "Let me see."

You sighed, sliding the paper towards him. "Fine. But no gloating."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said with a wink, scanning the problem. "Ah, I see the issue. You're overthinking it. Here, let me show you."

For the next hour, James patiently explained the concepts, his usual arrogance replaced with genuine enthusiasm for the subject. By the end of it, you had to admit he was a good teacher.

"Thanks, James," you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips.

"Anytime, Y/N," he replied, his expression softening.

Despite these moments of truce, your dynamic remained largely unchanged. That is, until the day you stopped going to your classes in Maxton Hall without warning. Lydia knew the reason but couldn't divulge it due to your parents' wish for privacy. This secrecy, however, only fueled James's concern and curiosity. Despite your clashes, he had always admired your kindness and humility.

Days turned into weeks, and your absence left a noticeable void. James found himself more worried than he cared to admit. His irritation grew, not just because you were gone, but because Lydia refused to tell him why.

James sat in the library, his usual spot, staring at the empty chair across from him. It felt wrong not having you there to challenge him, to banter with him. The silence was suffocating.

"Where is she, Lydia?" James demanded, cornering his sister in the hallway.

"I can't tell you, James. It's not my place," Lydia replied, her expression firm yet sympathetic.

"You know something, and you're keeping it from me," he accused, frustration evident in his tone.

"Trust me, if I could, I would tell you. But I can't," Lydia insisted, turning away.

James ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "You don't understand, Lydia. I need to know she's okay."

"She is. That's all I can say," Lydia replied softly before walking away, leaving James standing there, his mind racing with worry.

He spent sleepless nights thinking about you, imagining the worst scenarios. Had something happened to you? Were you in trouble? Each passing day without any news felt like an eternity, and the worry gnawed at him incessantly.

The mystery was finally revealed during a dinner at the Beaufort estate. As you and Lydia's parents chatted, the conversation inadvertently turned to your family. James listened intently as they discussed the car accident that had left your father seriously injured. You had been absent to take over the family business in his stead, juggling the responsibilities of an heir with the pressures of high school.

"It was such a terrible accident," your mother said, her voice tinged with worry. "He was lucky to survive, but the recovery process has been grueling."

James's heart sank as he listened. The image of you, strong and resilient, dealing with such a massive burden alone, tugged at his heartstrings.

"Y/N has been amazing," your father added, his voice filled with pride and concern. "She's stepped up in ways we never imagined, taking on the business and keeping things running smoothly."

Lydia's parents nodded sympathetically. "She truly is remarkable. We can't imagine the pressure she's under."

James felt a pang of guilt and a surge of determination. He admired you even more for handling such immense pressure with grace. The next day, he decided to visit you.

You were in the midst of preparing for a business meeting when James arrived at your house. The sight of him surprised you, and your initial reaction was to push him away.

"James, I don't have time for this," you said, frustration evident in your voice as you shuffled through papers.

"I'm not here to argue," he replied, stepping closer. "I'm here to help."

You looked up, skepticism in your eyes. "Help? How?"

"I know how to run a business. Let me support you," he offered, sincerity in his voice.

You hesitated, the weight of your responsibilities making you wary. But the genuine concern in his eyes made you relent.

"Fine. But don't think this means I like you," you muttered, turning back to your work.

James chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

He stepped forward, his presence steadying you as you felt the weight of everything crashing down. You fought back tears of exhaustion, the stress overwhelming you.

"Y/N, let me take some of this off your shoulders," James said gently, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

"I… I don't know if I can trust you," you admitted, your voice trembling. "You've always been so… unserious."

James's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "I get it. I've been a jerk, but I care about you. More than I let on."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "Why now, James?"

"Because I admire you. Your strength, your kindness. You're handling all of this with such grace, and I want to help you. Please, let me," he pleaded.

Your defenses crumbled, the exhaustion and stress finally taking their toll. "Okay," you whispered, the word carrying the weight of your vulnerability.

James stepped closer, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to lean on someone else, to share the burden.

Over the next few days, James proved to be an invaluable ally. His expertise in business management eased your burden, allowing you to balance school and work more effectively. The more you worked together, the more you saw a different side of him—one that was caring and dependable.

James took on tasks with a surprising efficiency, his usual arrogance replaced with a dedication that impressed you. He handled meetings, reviewed contracts, and even helped streamline operations, all while providing a steady source of support and encouragement.

One evening, after a particularly long day, you both found yourselves sitting in the garden, the stars twinkling above.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" James asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You laughed softly. "How could I forget? You spilled juice all over my dress."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I was so nervous. I wanted to make a good impression, and I ended up making a mess."

"I thought you were a spoiled brat," you admitted, smiling at the memory.

"And now?" he asked, his gaze locking onto yours.

"Now, I see someone who cares deeply about his family and friends. Someone who hides his true self behind a facade of arrogance," you said softly.

James's expression turned serious. "And I see someone who is incredibly strong, even when faced with immense challenges. Someone who inspires me to be better."

The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as you both poured all your unspoken feelings into it.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you met his gaze and saw the same vulnerability mirrored in his eyes.

"I've liked you for a long time, Y/N," James admitted. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I guess I like you too, James. Even if you are insufferable sometimes."

He laughed, pulling you into another kiss. The garden seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

The days turned into weeks, and with James's help, you managed to stabilize your family's business. His presence became a constant source of support and comfort, and your feelings for him began to shift.

Returning to Maxton Hall, you and James surprised everyone with your newfound camaraderie. The playful bickering was replaced by a growing closeness that neither of you could ignore.

The fundraiser ball at Maxton Hall was an annual event where everyone dressed in Victorian-era attire. This year, you and James were assigned to fix the lights, a task that allowed for a rare moment of privacy.

"Careful with that, Y/N," James warned as you reached for a particularly tricky bulb.

"I've got it," you insisted, balancing precariously on a ladder.

James steadied the ladder, his hands brushing against yours as he helped you with the light. The proximity made your heart race, a tension building between you that neither could ignore.

As the last bulb clicked into place, you turned to thank him, only to find him closer than expected. His eyes locked onto yours, the air thick with unspoken feelings.

"James…" you began, but he silenced you with a gentle touch to your cheek.

"I admire you, Y/N. More than you'll ever know," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you met his gaze and saw the same vulnerability mirrored in his eyes.

"Can we try this?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

James smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I'd like that very much."

As the evening wore on, the lights you and James had fixed illuminated the grand hall, casting a warm glow over the attendees. You stood together, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[dontsearchformyaccount]

Pov: Y/n is new at Maxton Hall and the Slytherin boys are her bodyguards serving to protect the politicians daughter

What happens if a certain golden boy takes interest in her ?

I would love to see a mash up between maxton hall and Slytherin universe

[ursemma]

First time.

James Beaufort × fem! reader

Summary: loosing virginity to your boyfriend.

Warning: smut, p in v, finger fucking, breast play, eating out, first time, aftercare.

Based on this ask

I was lying on the couch watching a movie at my boyfriend's home. He was playing games with his friends while I had nothing to do.

As the movie was coming to an end, I started feeling bored, I turned and switched into different positions but nothing helped.

The one thing I was certain that I won't get up unless and until the movie was finished. I had zero plans in getting up leaving it unfinished.

The plans changed as I felt James making his way towards me. Shirtless.

"hello pretty girl" he mumbled as he pressed his lips on me going for a kiss. "Hello handsome, done with your video games?" I asked breaking the kiss. "Yess but lemme have more" he spoke as he put his body weight on me going for another kiss and basically laying down on me.

The kiss started out as sloppy and soft but soon turned into desperation. I felt his hands sneaking into my shirt, and rubbing circles around my waist. Our breathing soon shortened and we were gasping for air. He left a breathy groan as I pulled his hair.

I moaned his name as I felt his bulge pressing against my wet clothed clit. Truth to be told I never had sex. And today I'm sure I want it. Am I nervous? Yes. But am I sure? Yes.

He looked at me with a serious gaze "are you sure?" Can he be more sweet? "Yes I am." I answered seriously. "Like really y/n/n are you 100%?" "Yes James I'm."

He texted someone, and picked me up and took me to his room.

He kissed me like he's been waiting for this from a long time, my hands tangled in his hair, his in mine, lips locking, gasping for air, my lipstick leaving marks on his face and soon we both are a mess. A beutiful one though. The one you can write a poetry about.

The one reason I saved myself was a cliche one. I believe that sex is a art. A art through which we can express ourselves. Express our feelings. Which is why some people call it love making. Never in my life I wanted to be used and thrown in the form of 'random fuck' and James was the man I was willing to surrender myself. Because he made it worth.

His hands went to remove the clothing I was wearing, and mine went to his pants. He gently pulled my panties down before checking me out and slowly we became naked to eachother, the blood rushed to my cheeks, making them crimson in colour as I covered myself with my bare hands.

"don't cover yourself darling, you don't need to feel shy, love. You're gorgeous and mesmerizing" with that he leaned to kiss me. The kiss was full of love, admiration and passion.

Buring with the heat I moaned out his name, "James please do something"

"patience my love" he said as he grabbed my left breast in his hand and started massaging it, while his mouth leaving wet kisses on my neck.

The kisses turned to sucking and nibbling my skin and he left love bites onto my neck.

He looked up to admire his art and pressed a soft gentle kiss mumbling "mine."

My body heated as I started to press my thighs together for some friction. He noticed it and gently separated my legs, and slowly inserted his middle finger, I moaned at the feeling as he started to curl them inside my folds, "fuck you're so wet" he thrusted his finger gently inside me, and as I stretched he inserted his ring finger.

He curled them inside me and fasten his pace, "James, I'm- I'm going to cum" "cum for me love" I moaned as I released myself.

He then went down on me, as he started sucking my clit, and licking the folds. His tounge gently entered me as he started eating me out. Slowly before fastening the pace as I arched my back in pleasure, "you're so sweet my love." "Fuck you're so perfect." "God I could eat you for entire 3 meals without being bored." Those were the words he mumbled while eating me like I was his favourite meal that he's eating after ages. Soon I came for the second time.

I took deep breath, calming myself from the rollercoaster of pleasure and emotions.

He went to the drawer and grabbed something, I looked at the packet in his hands only to realise it is a condom. Wait how did it end up here?

"wait a second, I cleaned the room in the morning, the condom wasn't here though?" I asked him gasping for air. "You can ask the questions later my love" he replied as he tore the packet off with his teeth. Just by looking at the scene unfolding infront of my eyes the wetness inbetween my legs started growing.

He positioned him self and I wasn't sure if I can take it. It was soo big. He noticed my uncertainty "it'll fit don't worry" I nodded at him.

"let me know if it pains okay? Tell me to stop if you can't take it and let me know your preference okay?" God I love him. "yes but now do something." I moaned as I felt him entering my folds. "It's paining" I felt tears streaming my eyes. "Don't worry I'll be gentle" he reassured me and once I became comfortable I felt him moving.

He started thrusting in me gently and slowly, and I was a moaning mess. His hand played with my breast giving both of them even attention. He sucked my nipples causing a moan to leave my mouth.

I tried to suppress my moans by hiding my face in his neck but his perfume caused my mind to be dizzy and loose my senses.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

"don't keep those pretty sounds to yourself honey. You're doing great" he said while leaving a groan.

His thrust became faster and harder. The sounds of his skin touching mine and our moans and groans were echoing in the room.

His lips sucked my skin and my nails were scratching his back making it bleed.

"I'm going to cum" I moaned as I said those words, "yeah me too" with that we both released ourselves. We panted as we laid down on the bed.

"you did amazing" I smiled at his words, and replied "so did you."

We stayed like that cuddled up together for half hour and then he picked me up and sat me down in the bath tub.

We bath together, him massaging me and I shampooing his hair. "So you didn't answered me earlier" "yeah remember me texting someone before taking you to the bed? I texted Lydia telling her to keep a condom for us in the drawer" "oh god" I face palmed myself in embarrassment, how am I going to face her?

He chuckled at me and wrapped me in a towel like burrito. I wore his t shirt and shorts and we slept cuddling eachother.

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Beaufort Babies

gosusu123 asked:

Hi! Can you write a one shot for James Beaufort x female reader (or Ruby), where they’re dating and are the godparents of lydia’s newborn babygirl and a few days after giving birth, she asks them to take care of the baby for a day while she takes some time for herself? I just had a cute thought of James sitting/lying with his unbuttoned shirt and gently soothing the baby on his bare chest

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I am so sorry it took me so incredibly long to write this, life got a little out of hand but I'm hoping to be back and creating again! I did age the baby just a smidge but kept her a few weeks old! Hope you enjoy! I also kinda maybe didn't really proofread so like... thats how it be

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Minors dni, fluff, baby fever, James and Lydia living happily, loving fam, some suggestive content, pregnancy talk, use of nicknames (lemme know if I missed anything!!)

Pairing: James Beaufort x fem!reader - no use of Y/N.

The soft cries of the newest addition to the Beaufort family filled the mostly empty room. A few boxes lay cluttered around the bright living area along with scatter pieces of bubble wrap tossed on the floor that carefully covered the dishware.

Once Lydia had seen the positive test, she immediately started planning her move to a house of her own; to a freedom that both her and her newborn could experience. A life she never got to experience. She was determined to be a good mother, something you were sure she didn't need to try too hard at.

"Thank you, truly, thank you both, so much." The panicked look in Lydia's eyes tells you all you needed to know. Seeing her so unorganized was something you had to get use to, despite falling into the mother role easier than anything she had ever done before, she wasn't use to having to take care of someone else - or asking for help.

Although her mind turned into complete chaos, she had such a happy glow that they hadn't seen from her in such a long time. That glow also seemed to surround James every time he was near his new niece. He actually couldn't be prouder of a brother or uncle, he adored the little one. Any chance he got to be here and help out, he took it. He was absolutely terrified at first, for Lydia, for the baby, to even be near a baby; but he was absolutely fitting for the role. 

Once you had finally ushered Lydia out the door so she could have an hour or 2 to herself - even just to eat properly for the first time since the baby had been born - you made your way back to where your boyfriend was, the sound of soft humming filling the home you found him in the rocking chair in the corner of the room with little Beaufort pressed against the top of James' chest where the buttons were undone so they wouldn't dig into her fragile head.

Honestly it was a sight to behold - the sunset glow coating the two of them in a gentle warmth, James' cheek is pressed very slightly against the top of her head and his wide hands cradling her close while she slept soundly. 

James was always a sight you never quite got use to as it was, but seeing him this way - so gentle, peaceful. His facial features completely relaxed as he rocks back and forth in the chair, ensuring the baby stays sound asleep. She always had a habit of falling asleep in his arms and you couldn't deny that it was a place anyone could feel safe in, so you understood.

Leaning against the door frame, you watched them silently. Unable to take your eyes off of him, your mind wandered deep into thought. You've been with James for 2 years now, which didn't seem like a long time but you had bonded so genuinely and securely. Not just with him, but with Lydia as well. They were your family. They took you in when others turned their backs on you, as you did with them.

The 3 of you - now the 4 of you - were forever tied together.

Before James, you were sure you'd never want kids - but you loved each other so dearly it made you want to create a family with him. Have the loving home neither of you had got to have. Your life had changed forever when you met him, now you knew the future you thought you would have is long gone as well.

"What's goin on in that head of yours?" James' voice broke through your daze. His sparkling eyes are now locked on you, still rocking the sleeping baby, looking like a perfect sculpture.

"Just thinking about how far we've come.. And how pretty you look right now." You smiled lovingly at him, giggling softly as he scrunched his nose at the compliment while making your way over to both of them and sitting on the foot rest in front of the rocking chair. You place a hand on his, squeezing it gently.

His eyes observe you for a moment, as if reading every thought from your mind. A smile ghosts his lips as he leans over carefully to plant a soft kiss on your lips and chuckles, "Pretty, huh?"

"Very pretty indeed" You kiss the tip of his nose gently, he never could get use to you complimenting him - especially in such different ways than most. The baby cooed softly as she wiggled a bit while still asleep, you both looked at her in awe.

"Would you ever want one of our own?" You nervously eye James, your bottom lip pulled anxiously between your teeth. He looks up at you quickly, trying to read your expression.

"You want to have a baby?" Now you're trying to read his expression, his eyes show some surprise but overall he remains calm and looking more lovingly at you than usual.

"Not right yet, but one day.." Your voice trails off nervously, heart fluttering with the thought of a family with James, seeing him as a Dad.

He smiles brightly at you, the love in his eyes prominent as he gazes at you. He shifts the baby slightly so one of his hands is able to caress your cheek gently, he leans in a little closer, his voice definite but soft, "I'd love nothing more then to have a family with you, Angel."

A blush coats your cheeks suddenly, he's always been a pretty big romantic but it melted you nonetheless. He grips your chin gently as he knows you have a tendency to shy away from him and plants a passionate kiss to your lips, holding your face close to his as your lips move together perfectly. Always proving more and more that you were made for each other, slotting together like a perfect puzzle.

You kissed him back with passion, smiling into the kiss - moving carefully not to disturb the baby. Once you pulled away, his thumb danced across your cheek again, admiring you - memorizing you.

The two of you stayed in your own little bubble, the baby hardly fussed while you both were there - to be fair, the baby hardly did fuss, she was quite pleasant so far in her short life. You were eager to to see how she evolved in this life, and to hopefully see how your own would.

Lydia called quickly to see how the baby was doing and said she would be home shortly since her errands were almost completed, so you decided to make her a late snack that she could enjoy and didn't have to make time to do it herself. Once you placed it in the fridge for her for later you tidied up as James put the baby in her crib for the night.

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"You both are a blessing." Lydia spoke before she was even through the door, looking around to see if her baby was still awake before laying down her bags on the kitchen floor.

"Lydia, you know we'll help, whatever you need." James nodded as he placed a kiss on the top of your head before he helped put the few groceries away she had purchased. Once you both had helped put her things away, you gave her a hug each and headed out the door.

James slid a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer and bent slightly to be near your ear so only you would hear, "now, lets go practice making one of our own, huh?"

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james beaufort

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✪ (smut), ✾ (fluff), (angst) ⚘

blurbs (coming soon)

one shots (coming soon)

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Credit to original gif creator, cinevettel

After the Sun Rises

James Beaufort x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, but no details. But 99.9% fluff

P.S I'm still sick, so work with me here.

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Sunlight let itself inside the room, the curtains of (Y/N)’s open windows billowing softly with the morning breeze. The distant noise of chirping birds filled the room. 

(Y/N) shifted in her bed, an arm tightening around her waist. A hand gently moved underneath her shirt, fingers trailing softly across the expanse of her stomach, before coming to a stop. She inhaled sharply, the movement of James fingers tickling her slightly, before she settled down. She moved her own hand down, settling her hand on top of his own. 

The two laid like that for several moments, James breath fanning across the back of her neck while her thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. Neither of them wanted to get up just yet. That much was evident. Nor could they blame each other. This was one of their rare moments in which they had time for themselves. Between the planning committee and doing things for their parents, they finally had a moment of peace. 

Luckily, their parents were all out on business trips, so they had no one expecting anything from them today. 

(Y/N) rolled over, James hand moving to rest on her waist, before he moved it to her back. He pulled her closer, their legs becoming tangled together as he finally open his eyes and stared at her. A small twinkle appeared in his eyes and his lips moved into a smile. His hand moved back to her waist, his thumb gently rubbing across a very tiny patch of skin, his other arm coming to wrap around her back. Another attempt to pull her closer to him. Now they were almost flush, chests about a pinkie length away. 

She brought a hand up to rest on his cheek, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into it. 

Bliss. 

That's what the two of them felt at that moment.

James finally opened his eyes again. 

“Absolutely stunning.” He breathed out. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow warm. 

“I haven't even brushed my teeth or my hair?” She commented, a hand subconsciously coming up to comb through her sleep messed hair. His eyes watched her hand movements before looking back at her. 

“Let me do it.” He said. (Y/N) paused, wondering if she heard him right, and when he continued to look expectantly at her, awaiting an answer, she knew she had heard him right. 

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I can do it.” 

“No. I got this. Don't worry your pretty little head over it.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, regretting it because now he didn't want to get out of bed. But he did, and jumped up off the bed to go retrieve her brush from the adjoining bathroom. She watched him walk away, only on a pair of boxers, his back muscles rippling with each move he made. 

And that's how she ended up sitting cross legged in her bed, James sitting behind her. His fingers held her hair gently, taking the task of brushing her hair seriously. Well, for the most part. He would lean over after every few brushes and press a lingering kiss to either her shoulder or neck. 

“Keep doing that and we might not get through completely brushing my hair.” James leaned over, moving her shirt ever so slightly to press another kiss to her bare shoulder. His eyes peered up at (Y/N) as she turned her head slightly and make eye contact with him out of the corner of her eye. 

He pulled away, a casual smirk on his face. 

“Maybe that’s the whole point, love.” She had only rolled her eyes as a smile pulled at her lips. 

“After breakfast. I'm getting hungry. So hurry up pretty boy.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

And now the two of them sat outside laying on a reclined lawn chair. Their breakfast plates were discarded on the small table next to them. 

(Y/N) laid on him, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on his exposed chest not covered by his button up. She listened quietly to the sound of his heart beat. If she was tired, she would let it lull her sleep. It was one of her favorite things to listen to, because it was him. All him. 

His arms were wrapped around her, his face pressed against the crown of her own head. James pressed a lingering kiss there, basking in the moment as he closed his eyes. And they stayed like that for a while, allowing the sun to beat down on them and keep them warm. 

James was almost certain that he would fall asleep laying there. 

That was until a hand started to move from his chest and went downward. He opened his eyes and looked down at (Y/N), catching her already staring, a smirk on her face. Her hand reached the waistband of his shorts, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice suddenly deeper with arousal. (Y/N) didn't say anything. Only stood up, and proceeded to run back into the large manor, obviously towards her room. 

James fell out of the chair, attempting to chase after her. 

They weren't going to make it to her room. James was going to make sure of that. 

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Tag list: @lifeonawhim @honethatty12 @ashamedtobewhitemanswhore27

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The politician's daughter

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 1482 Requested by: @marjoriesemente Note: there will be a second part

Summary: Y/N is new to Maxton Hall and tries to start over again. But one person is making it difficult. What will happen next?

An unfamiliar black BNW stopped in front of the gates of Maxton Hall. It caught everybody’s attention since it didn’t belong to the Beaufort’s. Y/N L/N stepped out of the car. The driver, a very handsome man in a black suit, opened the door. Y/N took off her sunglasses and looked around; the school in the English countryside was a stark contrast to her former life in the bustling capital city. 

Her father, a prominent politician, insisted on this move since he was about to be elected president. He also hoped this elite school would provide a fresh start. 

Y/N took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. She looked at her driver and gave him a nod as thank you. As she walked through the grand entrance, whispers followed her every step. Her unique beauty, sharp features, softened by a mysterious aura, captivated the students. Everybody knew who she was. Whispers about her father’s influence and her wealth swirled around, making her the centre of attention instantly. 

“Welcome, Miss L/N,” principal Lexington smiled and stuck out his hand. “It is a pleasure to have you here. I am direktor Lexington and I will show you around.” 

Y/N shook his hand with a polite smile. It looked like she had media training, she effortlessly spoke and moved. “Thank you, direktor Lexington. I appreciate it.” 

The first few hours of the day were a whirlwind of orientations and introductions. Principal Lexington navigated Y/N through the labyrinthine hallways. At the end of the tour, Y/N had to wait in front of Lexington’s office since he had to get some documents. 

Y/N was wandering around in the hallway, scanning everything. The old architecture impressed her. Her face softened; this felt like she entered a TV show or movie. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t mind being here. 

Just when Y/N turned around to walk back towards Lexington’s office, she bumped into James Beaufort. 

James, tall and striking with an air of confidence, looked down at her, irritation flashing in his eyes. His eyebrows raised. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped, brushing past her. 

Y/N’s face straightened, and her eyes narrowed. “You bumped into me,” she retorted, her tone icy. 

Cyril, James’ best friend, snickered. “New girl with a temper. This will be interesting.”

The tension was palpable, setting the stage for their contentious relationship. 

Y/N sighed; it all was different from her previous school. She waited for Lexington, who quickly walked over to her. He led her to her new class and showed her the latest schedule. 

“I paired you with James Beaufort,” Lexington mentioned when he and Y/N were standing in the class, taking the attention for the moment. James slowly turned around on his stool, and he lowered his eyebrows. “He will be on your side for this week and guide you through the classes,” Lexington said, looking at James to make sure he would understand it. “You can sit right next to him, Miss L/N. Welcome, and have a wonderful time here.” He gave her a nod and walked away. 

The teacher warmly smiled. “Welcome. Please, take a seat. Mr. Beaufort will catch you up with the chapter.”

Y/N walked over to James, waiting for Cyril to pack his stuff and move to another table. Cyril raised his eyebrow, looking impressed and moved to the table behind them. Y/N hung her blazer over the chair and sat down next to James. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” James mumbled under his breath. 

Y/N clenched her jaw. “Trust me, I’m not thrilled either.” 

“You don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t even know me,” she whispered, getting her stuff from her bag. But the moment in the hallway said enough about him, Y/N thought. 

He sighed and focused on the class, pretending Y/N wasn’t even there. 

The hour went by, and it was time for lunch. Before Y/N could pack her bag and get up, James had already left with his friends. Y/N looked at how they left, pausing her packing. He was a douche, that was clear to her. Her eyes met a girl’s eyes, who walked up to her. 

“Don’t mind him,” she said. “He’s… just James Beaufort.” 

“He’s not interesting to me,” Y/N replied and carefully smiled. 

“Good,” the girl said. “I’m Amelia, by the way.” 

“Y/N.”

“I know,” the friendly-looking girl smiled. “I’ll show you around.”

Amelia and Y/N chatted about their lives and entered the grand dining hall. Y/N was aware of the eyes on her. She scanned the room, finding an empty sport at a table for her and Amelia. They got something to eat. Y/N learned about the school’s social hierarchy: James Beaufort was the unofficial king of Maxton Hall. His popularity and charm made him a leader, but his arrogance rubbed Y/N the wrong way. 

“So, what’s your story?” Amelia asked, curiosity in her eyes. 

Y/N hesitated. “My dad’s a politician, as you may know. And it looks like he will become the new prime minister.” She looked around, scanning the hall. “My dad didn’t want me to be in London anymore, something with security. So he sent me to my mum, and I moved to the countryside.”

Amelia nodded understandingly. “Must be tough.”

Y/N shrugged. “It has its moments. And what about you?”

“It sounds so awful, honestly, but my parents won the lottery, and they invested in big companies, so here I am.”

Y/N nodded impressively. “It’s the first time I’ve met someone who has won the lottery of her parents. What’s their secret?”

“If I know, I would tell.”

They shared a laugh, but they got overruled by a loud laugh from the table James Beaufort sat at. James was telling a story, and his friends were hanging on his every word. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of irritation. 

“Don’t let him get to you,” Amelia said, noticing Y/N’s gaze. “He’s used to getting his way.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “I’m not worried. Giving those guys attention, makes them even worse.”

Amelia’s eyes squinted. “I like you,” she said like she wasn’t sure about it first. 

As the days passed, Y/N tried to settle into her new routine. Despite her best efforts to avoid James, their paths seemed to cross constantly. James didn’t want to be Y/N’s buddy, he didn’t want to be anyone’s buddy. Besides, other people were helping Y/N already. However, they met in classes, in the halls, and even during extracurricular activities. Each encounter was a reminder of the tension between them.

The first political debate about the presidency was on air during class. During lunchtime, everybody was watching and talking to Y/N since her father set up a very interesting debate. After lunch, Y/N’s class had an hour to spare. Y/N went to the library to study. She was struggling, deep in thought, when she heard a familiar voice. 

“Enjoying the attention?”

Y/N looked next to her; James Beaufort was standing against the stool next to her with his back. He didn’t bother to look at her, yet he was waiting for a reply. “I didn’t ask for it.”

“Clearly, you’re used to it,” he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Whatever my dad has to do, is none of my business.”

James finally turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “Your dad’s a big deal, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “He’s just a politician.”

“Just a politician,” James repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Must be nice.”

Y/N bristled at his condescending tone. “You think you know everything about me just because of who my dad is?”

James shrugged. “I don’t need to know everything. Just enough to know that you’re not as special as you think you are.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Maybe not,” James admitted, his gaze piercing. “But I know enough.”

“And what exactly are you doing here? Can I help you?”

James paused, his gaze flickering with uncertainty momentarily before he regained his composure. “I was just passing by,” he replied casually, though there was a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “Thought I’d see what the new girl was up to.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, scepticism is evident in her expression. “Right,” she said, unconvinced. “Well, if you’re not here to help, then I suggest you leave me to my studies.”

James hesitated, his jaw tensing slightly. For a moment, it seemed as though he might argue, but then he simply nodded and turned to walk away. Y/N watched him go, a mixture of frustration and curiosity swirling inside her.

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The politician's daughter (2)

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 3335 Requested by: @marjoriesemente Note: there will be a third part because the ideas keep on coming into my head :))

Summary: the first house party for Y/N, how will that end up?

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One week later, Y/N and Amelia were invited to a house party. It was a girl from their class who happened to share the details, so Y/N and Amelia, being curious, showed up to see what was happening. They heard so many different stories about it that they didn’t know what to believe or expect. They arrived at Wren’s house, the thumping bass and laughter spilling into the night air. The mansion was lit up with twinkling lights, and the sound of people enjoying themselves filled the atmosphere. As they walked up the driveway, passing some of the most expensive cars and their chauffeurs, Amelia glanced at Y/N with a grin. 

“You ready for this?” Amelia asked, excitement in her eyes. 

Y/N smiled back. “Absolutely. You have been to this before, right?” 

“Yeah, a couple of times,” Amelia said and pushed open the door. 

They stepped inside, immediately greeted by the warmth and energy of the part. The living room was packed with students, some dancing, others chatting in groups. The kitchen island was covered with various drinks and snacks, and the air smelled faintly of perfume and cologne, mingled with the scent of various beverages. 

The smell of the rich and expensive. 

Amelia led Y/N through the crowd, introducing her to a few familiar faces. Y/N looked around and recognised Wren, who was holding court in the centre of a group, his infectious laughter rising above the music. These people were so different from where she came from… Y/N ignored it and looked back at her group of people. They grabbed drinks and started dancing in the living room. The music was loud, and the rhythm infectious. Y/N found herself letting go, swaying to the beat and laughing with Amelia as they moved to the music. 

Unbeknownst to them, James stood on the other side of the room, leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand. His eyes followed Y/N as she danced, and his frown was on his face. He watched her interact with the others, her laugh genuine and carefree. It was a side of her he hadn’t seen before, and it intrigued him. Just like her outfit, he first saw her in clothes other than the school uniform. She was wearing straight-legged trousers; he couldn’t tell what colour they were, but they looked cherry red. And it looked like it was leather. She wore a black top, and her hair perfectly framed her face. 

Cyril nudged James with his elbow, a knowing smirk on his face. “She is interesting, huh?” 

James rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “Just making sure she’s not causing any trouble.”

“Right,” Cyril said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Because she’s such a troublemaker.”

James ignored Cyril’s comment and took another sip of his drink, his gaze still fixed on Y/N. He watched as she threw her head back in laughter at something someone said to her, her eyes sparkling with joy. There was something magnetic about her, something that drew people in, and it was clear she was fitting in effortlessly. Yet she was an outsider. 

The next song came on and everybody seemed to enjoy singing along; Locked Out Of Heaven by Bruno Mars. His eyes were fixated on Y/N; she was singling along unashamed with her friends. At some point, her group became the main show to watch as they seemed to have the most fun of all. It wasn’t annoying; people enjoyed seeing them so passionately. Y/N’s eyes briefly met James’ and he left like all the air got squeezed out of his lungs. 

The Y/N effect. 

As the night wore on, Y/N and Amelia took a break from dancing and headed to the backyard, where people stood around the pool, chatting and dancing. Y/N sat down on a pool bed while Amelia was getting some drinks. 

Just then, James appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He approached Y/N, his eyes locking while he walked over to her. 

“Mind if I join?” He asked, his tone casual. 

Y/N raised her eyebrows, being impressed by his behaviour. “Even if I said no, you still would sit here,” she mumbled under her breath. 

James wanted to sigh out of frustration, but he held it back. He sat down next to her. They sat there in silence, both looking in front of them. 

The reflection of the twinkling lights danced on the water, creating a serene backdrop for the tension between them. The distant sounds of laughter and music from the party filled the air around them, but they felt like they were in their own little bubble of quiet tension.

After a moment, Y/N broke the silence. “So, what is your deal?”

James glanced at her, his eyebrows lowered and squinting his eyes slightly. “My deal?”

“Yeah,” she replied, turning slightly to face him. “What’s your deal? During class you don’t even bother to show me around, like a buddy is supposed to do. And suddenly, you’re sitting next to me at a party.”

He let out a low chuckle, more of a sigh than a laugh. “My deal? I don’t owe you any explanations. If I felt like sitting here, than I sat here. Simple as that.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched, irritation flickering in her eyes. “Well, lucky me,” she sighed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I must be so honoured to have your charming company.”

“Believe me,” he replied, his smirk widening into a sneer. “The feeling is not mutual.”

The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and suffocating. Y/N felt her temper flaring, but she bit back her retort, not wanting to satisfy him.

They sat in silence, the distant sounds of the party serving as a stark contrast to the hostility between them. Y/N’s mind raced, trying to devise a way to diffuse the situation or at least escape it.

“So,” James spoke up, breaking the silence. “What’s the deal with you, huh? Why are you even here?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, refusing to let him see how much his words stung. “I could ask you the same thing,” she shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. “What, did your ego need stroking or something?”

James chuckled, a dark, humourless sound. “Please,” he replied, his tone mocking. “I don’t need anyone to stroke my ego.” He looked at her. “But can I at least offer you a drink now we’re mocking around?”

“No, thanks,” she replied. 

“Wine, beer…” 

“No, thank you.”

“Anything else?” 

Y/N sighed loudly, turning to him. “I don’t drink. Besides, I don’t want to be served by you.”

“Oh, you are the driver, I see. Where is your chauffeur from daddy?” James said, his smirk growing wider. 

Y/N licked her lips and scanned his face; there was something she liked about snapping towards him. Maybe because she disliked him, it made it easier to shoot back at comments he made. “I did not drink yesterday, I do not drink today and I will not drink tomorrow.”

“Scared of a public scandal?” James smirked, referring to his scandals within the family that got publicly. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Y/N faked a smile on her face. “Trauma,” she mentioned cynically. “Brother who almost died because of alcohol poisoning.” 

James’ face straightened, and he parted his lips. He did not see this coming, and he immediately regretted saying it. His eyes followed her when she got up. 

“It’s the most dangerous thing to ever make assumptions about people, James. Enjoy your night,” she professionally smiled and walked away from him. 

As Y/N walked away, James watched her, a mix of regret and curiosity flickering in his eyes. He hadn’t expected that response, and it left him unsettled. Maybe he didn’t know her after all. She looked like a girl who was an open book, but he was wrong. She wasn’t just the daughter of a politician; there was more beneath the surface.

* * * 

Y/N walked off the stairs in her house when she heard the doorbell ring. She immediately looked at the time on her phone: who could this be? She expected to be home alone all day since her mum was out of town with friends and her brother was cycling with his friends. Wondering, she walked to the front door and opened the door. 

“James Beaufort.” She blinked, genuinely surprised. “What are you doing here?” Before he could answer, she asked him another question. “How do you know I live here?” 

“Have you started the project yet?” James asked, putting his hands casually in the pockets of his trousers. 

Y/N squeezed her eyebrows together. At the beginning of this week, they got paired up for a project that needed to be finished on Monday. In two days. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Have you?” 

“No.”

She sighed and looked away. “That’s why I didn’t start on it either. Did you really think I would do this project on my own and let you benefit from it?” 

“That is why I’m here, Y/N L/N,” James amusingly smiled. “You’ve got time today?” 

Y/N hesitated, then stepped aside. “Come in, I guess.” 

James walked in, glancing around the small hall. The house was semi-detached, completely renovated and quite large for this type of house. If he was honest, he expected more. He expected a home that reflected the wealth and status of Y/N’s family. This wasn’t how Maxton Hall students lived. Y/N led him to the living room, where the sunlight streamed through the patio doors. 

“Expected more?” Y/N smirked and stood in the middle of the living room. James only looked at her. “How’s the hangover? Or are you still drunk to think that this is a great idea?”

James chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “No hangover, and no, I'm not drunk. Just determined to get this project done. But thanks for your concern.” He showed a forced smile. “I figured we should actually get the project done, and it’s better if we work on it together.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You mean it’s better if I do the work and you take credit?”

He had a slight smirk playing on his lips. “I’m here, aren’t I? That means I’m willing to put in the effort.”

She slowly nodded. “Alright then,” she breathed. “Let’s set up the table outside; the weather is nice.” She opened the two patio doors, letting the outside in on the house.

The fresh air and the soft sounds of birds chirping filled the living room. Y/N walked outside and grabbed the cushions from the shed. She put them on the chairs and put a tablecloth over the wooden table. James stepped outside and looked at the garden. Again, it was small, but it was cosy. There was a small field of grass, many flowers, and a tree. It was a well-maintained garden. 

“Take a seat,” Y/N invited him. “Can I get you a coffee or something else?” A small smile peaked through her stubborn look. 

“A coffee, please,” he replied and sat down on a chair. 

“Black, cappuccino, iced?” 

James looked at her after he had taken a moment to appreciate the serene surroundings. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and linen shorts. Her hair was up in a claw clip. No makeup on her face. Then his eyes fell on the massive blue bruise on her thigh. “Whatever you have,” he said, still looking at the bruise. “What happened there?” 

“Fell off my bike. Braked too late and slid off my bike,” she briefly mentioned. 

James watched as Y/N disappeared into the house, still thinking about the bruise. It didn't quite fit his image of her: controlled, composed, almost untouchable. He shook his head slightly, leaning back in his chair and letting his eyes roam over the garden again. Despite its small size, it was inviting, a little oasis of calm.

Y/N returned a few minutes later with two glasses of coffee. She handed one to James, who took it with a nod of thanks. “Iced cappuccino,” she said and walked back inside again. She brought some snacks and glasses of water to the table. Once she settled into the chair opposite him, she opened her laptop. “The project.”

“Yeah. We have to set up a fictional company. Any ideas?” 

“I don’t want a clothing brand or something with politics-related stuff.”

“Noted.”

It was silence. They both were thinking about company ideas. While they were thinking, the birds chirped around. 

“Technology?” James proposed. 

“Hmm, I don’t know. Perhaps…” Y/N took a deep breath. “I would say makeup, but no.”

“If you want to do makeup, we can make it work.”

“Hmm, no.”

It went on for almost thirty minutes. They exchanged ideas ranging from eco-friendly products to various services, but none seemed to stick. Each time one of them felt convinced about an idea, they struggled to back it up with a solid plan.

James was fidgeting with a pen and sat slumped on the chair. “The first thing that comes to your mind,” he said, bored and pointed at Y/N. “Three… Two… One… Go, say it.”

Instant panic flickered through her eyes. “Uh… Coffee!” They looked at each other. “It’s the first thing that came to my mind,” Y/N shrugged. 

“Uhu, not judging you,” he replied, putting his hands up in the air. “And what about coffee?”

She blew her cheeks up. “A subscription box?” Y/N sat up and straightened her back. “Honestly, I would love to have a subscription because then I would never run out of coffee. And if there’s a physical store and I only have to scan my subscription for a coffee and bill afterwards, the world would be a lot better.”

“Are you addicted to coffee?” He tilted his head, and a smile played on his lips. 

“No.”

He raised his eyebrows. 

“No, for real. I drink one coffee a day, not more.”

“If you say so.”

As they brainstormed and exchanged ideas, the initial tension between them seemed to fade. They found themselves working well together, their ideas complementing each other’s. The conversation flowed naturally, punctuated by the occasional joke or sarcastic comment.

While they were working on the plan, a woman entered the house. Y/N didn’t look up at it, but James couldn’t help but steal a glance. It could be Y/N’s mother. When he saw the woman nearing the backyard, he quickly looked back at the laptop. 

“Good afternoon,” the woman greeted the two students. 

“Hey, mum,” Y/N smiled warmly when she saw her mother entering the garden. “How was your day?” 

“Perfect, couldn’t imagine a better day for afternoon tea,” Y/N’s mother replied. Her eyes shifted to James. “I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Y/N’s mother.”

James stood up politely and extended his hand. “James Beaufort, nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N.”

She shook his hand, a pleasant smile on her face. “Nice to meet you too, James. Beaufort? From the clothing brand?” She squinted her eyes. 

“Yes, that is right,” he nodded. 

“Ah, from the school uniform. And your dad has suits from Beaufort as well,” Y/N’s mother said to Y/N. “Anyway, I won’t disturb you two anymore,” she smiled. “But let me know if you need anything.” 

“Thank you, Mum,” Y/N replied, her smile still in place as her mother left the garden.

As her mother stepped back inside the house, James could hear her mumble that she wanted to take the scarf off her head. He watched her remove the scarf from her head, and his jaw dropped. His eyes quickly met Y/N’s eyes. 

“Do you mind me asking…” James began, his voice trailing off.

Y/N looked questioningly at him, but then realised her mother had removed her scarf. “Cancer,” she answered. “But she beat it. She’s still recovering.”

James’s expression softened, a flicker of empathy crossing his features. “I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t know.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady. “It’s okay. She’s a fighter. It’s been tough, but we’re getting through it.”

James was silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of her words. It was a side of Y/N he hadn’t seen before, a glimpse into her challenges outside of school. He felt a pang of guilt for the way he had treated her, the assumptions he had made. 

Just a few moments after that, Y/N’s brother entered the garden from the back. He looked like a professional cyclist, wearing tight cycling gear and a helmet tucked under his arm. Y/N’s brother introduced himself to James and greeted Y/N, quickly sharing his cycling journey of the day. 

Y/N slightly blushed. “Sorry, it’s always a bit chaotic when everybody gets home.”

The corners of James’ lips curled up. “Don’t worry. It’s different. My house is usually pretty quiet. When is your dad coming home?”

“Not,” Y/N mumbled, looking down. “He doesn’t live with us anymore. He lives in London.”

“Oh.” 

“He had always been working in the politics. When I was ten years old, he became a minister. Two years ago, he became the vice president. My mum got cancer at the same time. My brother the alcohol poisoning. It didn’t work. So a month ago, when my mum got cancer-free, they decided to separate for now. My mum, my brother and I moved here; my dad has a career in London, and yeah, that’s life,” she shrugged, keeping her tone casual. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. James felt a pang of guilt for his earlier comments. He had been quick to judge her life based on surface impressions. “I’m sorry I called your mother with your last name. I…”

“It’s fine. They are separated, not divorced. Everything is under my dad’s last name. Don’t worry about it,” she smiled. 

An awkward silence settled between them. James could sense there was more to Y/N’s story than she let on, but he didn’t want to pry further.

“Anyway, the company,” Y/N said, switching the subject. 

Hours passed as they worked side by side, bouncing ideas off each other and gradually shaping their project into something they were both proud of. James felt a genuine sense of collaboration and understanding with Y/N for the first time. It was a refreshing change from the tension that had defined their previous interactions.

When they finally wrapped up their brainstorming session, Y/N stretched and looked at James with a satisfied smile. “I think we’ve got a solid plan. Thanks for coming over and working on this with me.”

James returned her smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Yeah, we make a pretty good team. Who would have thought?”

Y/N chuckled softly. “Certainly not me.”

As James prepared to leave, he glanced around the garden once more, appreciating the tranquillity it offered. “You have a nice home, Y/N. It’s... cosy.”

“Thanks,” she replied, her tone sincere. “And thanks for understanding.”

James nodded, a newfound respect for Y/N settling in. “If you have time, we can meet up tomorrow? For the presentation and the finishing touches?”

“Sounds like a plan.

“At mine? Twelve o’clock?”

“Sure, see you tomorrow. And send me your address; unfortunately, I don’t have my ways,” she smiled. 

“I will,” he smirked. 

As he walked away, James couldn’t help but feel that this project had given him more than just a grade—it had given him a glimpse into Y/N’s world, and a chance to reevaluate his own judgments and assumptions. 

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The best friend - James Beaufort (3)

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Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 3547 Note: I just love writing for Maxton Hall. Pls hire me as a scriptwriter xx

Summary: from best friends to... more? When Y/N visits the last lacrosse game of James, things will take a turn

Y/N walked across the campus of Maxton Hall, her footsteps confident on familiar terrain. She wore a polite smile on her face, the kind that spoke of fond memories and an unspoken connection to this place. She had graduated from Maxton Hall just last year, but the school still felt like a second home.

As she made her way to the lacrosse field, where Maxton Hall was playing its last game before the winter break, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. She greeted a few students when they greeted her. When Y/N arrived at the lacrosse field, she looked around; the game had already started. She expected to be on time, but she was not. Her eyes scanned the field and then the tribune, looking for familiar faces, and she smiled when she spotted Lydia. Y/N tried to blend in with her outfit, but her outfit didn’t match the uniform. However, Y/N was wearing a blue jeans, trainers, a shirt and a in-between coat, it didn’t even came close to the uniforms. 

“Hey, hey,” Y/N smiled when she sat beside Lydia and her friends.

“We were almost scared you wouldn’t make it,” Lydia said. “James wasn’t sure if you would make it.”

Y/N put her hands in her pockets and looked at the field. “There was so much traffic in town. But I’m here now.” Her eyes lit up when she spotted the blue jersey with the number 17 on it. “Did I miss anything?” 

Lydia chuckled. “Not much, just the usual. James is playing really well today, though.”

Y/N watched James skilfully manoeuvred the field, his movements fluid and confident.

“How are you?” Lydia asked. “Long time no see.” The girl looked at Y/N. Lydia had always looked up to Y/N, and she still did. Y/N had everything she didn’t have. Y/N had a gentle soul and a bright spirit, qualities that Lydia cherished. Lydia was blessed to have a friend like Y/N in her life. 

“I’m fine,” Y/N nodded. “Busy with work, making coffees and listening to those endless conversations of customers,” she said and looked at Lydia. “And how are you? Started on studying for the exams yet?” 

Lydia sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Barely. It feels like there’s never enough time. Between the regular classes, family, Beaufort and trying to have a sort of social life, I’m barely keeping up.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad I had it all last year,” she breathed. “But I’m happy to be here. I missed it here. I missed spending time here with you, at the field, the library… I feel like I entered an entirely different world now.” She nudged Lydia. “But you got this. You’re one of the smartest persons I know, Lyd.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N. If I have questions about anything related to exams, can I call you then?”

“Yes, of course! Even if they are not exams related.”

A grateful smile came on Lydia’s face. “Anyway, how are things going between you and James?” 

There had always been a special connection between Y/N and James. Lydia wasn’t the only one who noticed it. Everyone thought they would have been together by now, replacing the best friend title with girlfriend and boyfriend, but they were still lost in the best friend zone. 

A careful smile came on Y/N’s face; she knew what Lydia was trying to do: she was fishing for information, as always. “Just the usual,” she replied. “We barely have time to see each other. The last time I saw him was during the boat day. We FaceTime every now and then, but we’re both busy.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“Do you miss him?” 

Y/N’s eyes shot to Lydia, who was grinning. “Of course, I miss him. He’s my best friend, and we used to see each other daily. It’s the same as I miss you and all my other friends from here.”

“Uhu,” Lydia hummed and squinted her eyes. “Well, we miss you, too,” Lydia said. “Happy to see you here.”

They both focused on the game. Y/N found herself increasingly drawn to James. She couldn’t help but admire his dedication and skill. There was a moment when he scored a goal, and the crowd erupted in cheers. She widely smiled and looked around; it was just wonderful to see everyone go crazy: all for him. 

Since the boat day, something changed in Y/N, and something switched in her mind and heart. For weeks, she doubted. Y/N and James grew up together; they knew each other from when they were eight years old. She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. It could be the day on the boat, it could be before that day, it could be after that day. But she started to realise that she was falling hard for him right here and now. And she could only hope that he was feeling the same way. She wouldn’t tell him about her feelings. She didn’t want to give up their friendship because of her stupid feelings. 

Y/N bit on the inside of her cheek when she felt her cheeks heating up. She could feel Lydia’s eyes burning on her face, but she stared in front of her. She could see Lydia smile from the corner of her eye. 

“Ah, miss Y/L/N! What a surprise to see you here,” Principal Lexington said when he spotted a former student on the tribune. “How have you been? What are you doing now?” 

The right timing, Y/N thought. She engaged in the conversation with Lexington and shared some life updates while looking at the game occasionally. Y/N knew Lexington was being extra kind to her since her parents were paying a lot of extra money at Maxton Hall, even more than the Beaufort’s. 

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. Maxton Hall had won, and the players celebrated on the field. The people in the stands also started to cheer; their team had won. Y/N and Lydia walked down the steps of the stands and headed to the side of the field. 

Everyone in the team took off their helmets and laughed with each other. It was a messy game, but so much fun. James looked towards the side of the field, hoping to see one person. His face lit up when he was Y/N, talking to Lydia. He jogged over with a brilliant smile on his face, his blue jersey clinging to his frame, sweat glistening on his skin. His hair was messy. His eyes sparkled with excitement and pride. 

“Hey,” he said surprised. “You made it.” He dropped his helmet on the grass. “I want to hug you, but…” He looked down, looking at his dirty and sweaty jersey. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Y/N replied, holding up her hand. 

James gave her a high five instead of a hug. Their gaze met, and they widely smiled. He waved his fingers together and held her hand for a few seconds before letting it go. “Are you cold?” he pointed at her red cheeks. Y/N and cold? Not a great combo. James knew she was cold when she had red cheeks, kind of like blushing. 

“A little,” she shrugged. 

He looked at Lydia, but she grinned and shook her head. James nodded and walked to his bag. He grabbed a hoodie and handed it over to Y/N. “Here,” he gave her his hoodie. 

“Ey, Beaufort!” 

James glanced over his shoulder and saw his teammates grinning and waiting for him. He turned back to Y/N. “I’ll see you in the canteen, Y/N/N,” he said warmly. Then, he jogged back to his team, who were all whooping and cheering. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he laughed.

Y/N watched him go, her heart fluttering. His smile lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of longing. But she quickly recovered and looked at Lydia, who looked away. They decided to go to the canteen and wait for the team there, since it started to drizzle. 

As everyone returned to the main building, many greeted Y/N and Lydia. Y/N's time at Maxton Hall had left a lasting impression; she was a familiar face to students and staff. She carried a name everybody knew, not because she stood out dramatically, but because she had a quiet, magnetic presence that drew people to her. She was popular in a way that didn't rely on drama or trouble, quite the opposite of James, who had a knack for getting into mischief.

The contrast between Y/N and James had always intrigued people. Their friendship was like yin and yang; she was the calm, composed one, while he was the lively, unpredictable spirit. Their dynamic was amusing and fascinating to those who watched them navigate their school years together. Some saw them as the perfect couple; Y/N was a beauty, and James… You just fell for James. 

Once inside the canteen, the warmth and noise enveloped them. Students and faculty were milling about, celebrating the victory and catching up with one another. A group of students waved and called out as Y/N and Lydia passed by. Y/N returned their greetings with a warm smile, her presence lighting up their faces. Lydia also smiled. 

“Sometimes… I feel like we are royalty. I imagine myself moving, smiling and talking like a royal,” Y/N smirked and found a free spot at a long table in the middle of the canteen. She removed her coat and slid on James's hoodie, trying not to react to its familiar, comforting scent.

Lydia laughed and took off her coat as well. “Look at yourself,” she replied dramatically, tossing a piece of hair over her shoulder. “No, I get you. Long live the media training we had.”

Even though Y/N didn’t have to deal with the same media pressure as James and Lydia, she still had to attend media training this summer. Well, it was more like she wanted to do it. Y/N’s brother had to do it, and he asked Y/N to join him. Luckily, it was interesting, and Y/N also learned a lot from it. 

Lydia and Y/N talked about some fashion and beauty trends to kill time. It seemed like forever for the boys to arrive at the canteen. To Y/N, it felt like yesterday, she started her final year at Maxton Hall. She was one year above James and Lydia, while Y/N wasn’t that much older than them. They all had their own friends but still found each other during breaks to hang out. 

Finally, the doors to the canteen burst open, and the entire lacrosse team entered. The peaceful hum of conversation was replaced by the loud chatter and laughter of victorious players. Everyone walked to the long table Lydia and Y/N had claimed and sat down with more friends. Lydia got up and moved to another chair to let James sit beside Y/N. 

“Looks good on you,” James winked while sitting beside Y/N. 

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile. “Congratulations, you were amazing. That goal, though,” she said impressively. 

He placed his arm on the backrest of her chair and satisfyingly smiled. “Thank you, thank you,” he said with a broad smile, still slightly flushed from the game. “I didn’t see you when we started. When did you arrive?”

“Just missed the start,” she said and shrugged. “The traffic was drama.”

James moved close to her face. “I almost thought you forgot it,” he whispered. 

Y/N turned her head to him. His face was close. “Never,” she replied. “And even if I had to, I would let you know.”

They were talking about the game and later moved on to other topics like work, school, and other things. They hadn’t seen each other for over two months, and even though they FaceTimed, they had to catch up on a lot of things. 

Across from Y/N and James, his friends and Lydia were looking at him, laughing and talking in ways they hadn’t seen before. James seemed so happy to talk to Y/N and couldn’t stop smiling. Y/N was always smiling, but this smile meant more. 

“They say they are best friends, ‘just friends’, but literally everyone who ever looked at them when being together, like now, just knows they are something more. It’s so fucking obvious they had fallen for each other, but they just don’t admit it. Look at her; the way she looks at him is like he is her world, and the way he smiles is just happiness when he looks at her. And he barely smiles this happy,” Alistair said. 

Eyebrows around him raised. “Did you really say that?” Wren asked. 

“How poetic, didn’t know you had that in you,” Cyril added, taking a sip from his drink. 

Alistair sighed and shook his head. “Do I see things wrong, then?” 

“No,” Cyril smirked. “They’re both so fucking blind.” He looked at Lydia, who seemed to agree with everything the boys said. “Would it be a problem if they get together?”

Lydia took a moment to think. “I don’t think so. She has the name. And our families do businesses.” She leaned back on her chair. “However…” She squinted her eyes. “I don’t see Y/N being part of Beaufort or Y/L/N. Her brother is going for Y/L/N because he wants to. Y/N doesn’t have to do so…”

“Thanks for your technical opinion,” Cyril replied. “But they are allowed to get together. Where are we waiting for?” 

“Let them be. They’re close. Give them just a few more days, possibly hours,” she responded. 

As the afternoon progressed, the energy in the canteen remained high. Cyril and Wren planned a party tonight to celebrate their win and the beginning of the winter stop. 

“Y/N—” Cyril started but paused when he saw Y/N yawn. He raised an eyebrow, and she felt caught. “You are invited to the party tonight. So be there.”

James looked at her, smiling, hoping that she would join. It had been a while since she attended a party.

“I’d love to,” Y/N said, dodging another yawn. “But I’m passing.”

“Y/N…” several people protested in unison.

“I’ve been awake since five o’clock this morning and worked five days this week. Don’t mind me,” she defended herself. “But go party. You do you. Have fun.”

James’s smile faltered slightly. He understood her exhaustion but had hoped she’d be there. He reached out and gently touched her arm. She looked at him. “Are you sure? We can go home, and you can take a power nap,” he softly said. 

She bit her lip, reconsidering her decision. “I’m passing… But you should go. I will be there next time, I promise,” she smiled. “I just don’t feel like it today.” She looked back at the boys. “Next time, amigos.”

“Next week,” Cyril said. “Put it in your agenda. You show up, okay? No excuses.” He pointed at her. 

Lydia sighed. “If she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to go.”

“I’ll be there next week,” Y/N said, grabbing her phone. She looked gratefully at Lydia. With just a few clicks, she added the event to her agenda. “You guys go and have a blast. I’ll catch up with you soon, but I’m going home now.” She got up and grabbed her coat. 

James looked at her. “I will bring you home,” he offered and got up as well. Y/N parted her lips, ready to say that she had her own car, but he shared that one look; the look that it was his decision and nothing could change it. “I will see you, boys,” he said. 

“You will be there tonight, Beaufort,” Wren sternly said. 

James walked away with Y/N on his side, throwing his hand in the air, but not saying anything. He wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and lightly grinned when Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist. With his other arm, he threw his back over his shoulder. Together, they walked through the halls of the school to the parking lot. 

“I drove myself to here,” Y/N reminded him. 

“Uhu,” he hummed. “I know.”

They walked in comfortable silence, the echoes of their footsteps filling the empty corridors. James's presence felt reassuring and warm, and Y/N found herself leaning slightly into him as they moved. Within minutes, they were standing next to Y/N’s car. Well, her parents’ car. 

“Last time, you drove. Now it’s my turn,” he said. 

She squeezed her eyebrows together and looked confused at him. “Aren’t you supposed to go to that party? You’re the star of the show, after all.” She was searching for the keys in the pockets of her coat. 

“I just heard there’s also a party next week, with my star on my side,” he replied and snatched the keys out of her hand. He opened the trunk of the car and threw his stuff in it. “There are more parties. They can party without me.”

“Who are you, and what did you do to James Beaufort?” Y/N crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilting her head. “Since when do you say no to a party?”

James smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Since I want to spend time with you,” he casually replied. “I haven’t seen you for ages.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, the playful banter catching her off guard. “Really?” she asked, a hint of scepticism in her voice. “What happened to the party animal I know?”

James stepped closer, his expression softening. “Sometimes priorities change,” he said quietly. “And right now, you’re my priority.”

Before she could respond, he cupped her face gently, his touch warm against her skin. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, lingering kiss, filled with all the unspoken feelings that had been building between them for years. He pulled back and looked at her with a wide smile, while she stood still, processing what had just happened. Her arms hung limply by her sides, her heart racing in her chest.

James smirked, stepped away, and walked around the car to get in. Y/N just stared ahead, blinking a few times as she tried to comprehend the moment. Her fingers reached for her lips, where he had been just seconds ago. The warmth of his kiss lingered, sending a shiver down her spine.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced towards the school entrance; his friends and Lydia were standing there, all looking shocked and impressed at the same time. It meant that they saw it happening. Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she looked at them. Then she covered her mouth with her hand. They all laughed at her reaction. She covered her entire face when she felt she was blushing. Y/N took a deep breath and walked to the passenger’s side of the car. 

“Take him, Y/N,” Wren said on an average volume, but Y/N still could hear him. 

Her eyes shot up to the boys, Lydia and everyone else standing there. They were all grinning. Alistair stomped on Wren’s foot, likely as a signal to give them some privacy. Y/N quickly stepped into the car, closing the door behind her. James sat relaxed, trying to act like nothing had happened, but the blush creeping up his cheeks betrayed him. It was a sight Y/N had never seen before; James Beaufort, blushing.

She bit her lip, trying to process the moment. James swallowed hard and turned to look at her. When their gazes met, both their expressions straightened, the weight of the situation settling between them.

Without another word, Y/N leaned in and kissed him once again. This time, it wasn’t out of surprise or uncertainty; it was deliberate, a confirmation that they were on the same page. The kiss was gentle yet filled with a new intensity, a silent agreement that whatever was between them was real and worth exploring.

James responded instantly, his hand finding the back of her neck, pulling her closer. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. 

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his breath warm against her lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's mouth, her heart soaring at his words. "Me, too," she admitted softly, her voice filled with the same depth of emotion.

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The politician's daughter (3)

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 2973 Requested by: @marjoriesemente

Summary: What will happen when you put the rich against the rich and suffer the one in between?

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“Wait!” James said when he saw a maid walking up the front door. The woman stopped walking and looked questionable at James. “I will get this. It’s okay,” he smiled and jogged to the front door. Through the glass, he saw Y/N stepping out of a car, looking bewildered as she glanced around. Her eyes met his, and she raised an eyebrow in surprise. James opened the door. “Hey, welcome,” he said and stepped inside. 

“Hi,” Y/N replied and stepped inside. “Long time no see,” she smirked, looking around the hall. 

“How have you been?” James went along. “We need to catch up, I suppose.” He squinted his eyes, but cheekily smiled. He invited her to the living room. 

“Hmm-hmm,” she hummed and playfully gave him a nudge. She stopped walking when they stood in the living room. “Holy shi…” Y/N mumbled and turned around to have a complete look at the living room and entrance. “This is like Buckingham Palace. At least, that's what I think it looks like,” she added. “Or Windsor Castle. A royal residence.”

His eyes were resting on her face. A grin came on his face. “That is… too much?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

Y/N turned around and rolled her eyes. “Not everyone is that rich. It’s a compliment, though.”

James chuckled. "I'll take it as one," he said, uncrossing his arms and motioning for her to follow him. "Come on, let’s get started on that project.”James led Y/N through the grand corridors of his home, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. They paused in the kitchen, where the gleam of stainless steel appliances contrasted with the warm wooden cabinetry. James grabbed a couple of bottles of sparkling water and a plate of assorted snacks.

"You have people who work here, right?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"That's right," James replied cautiously, unsure of her reaction.

An impressed look crossed her face. "Hah," she mumbled. "Just interested." They resumed their walk, heading up the sweeping staircase, Y/N's eyes darting around, taking in every detail; the intricate railings, the family portraits lining the walls, the luxurious carpet beneath their feet. "It's like walking through a museum," she remarked, her voice a mix of awe and amusement. “Sorry, I am just impressed.”

“I noticed,” he smiled. 

They reached the first floor and entered a room: James’s bedroom. The room was spacious, with large windows allowing natural light to flood. Y/N placed her bag against the enormous wooden desk across from his bed. This room smelled like him. A small smile came on her face. 

James set the snacks and drinks on the desk and motioned for Y/N to take a seat. "Alright, let's dive back into the project.”

They settled in, opening their laptops and notebooks. Their ideas flowed more freely as they brainstormed, the initial awkwardness dissipating. They discussed their concept for ‘Sub Coffee’ in detail, planning the marketing strategies, target demographics, and potential partnerships. At some point, they were designing the logo and deciding their corporate identity. They moved from the desk to the floor, laying out some designs and ideas. Y/N was sitting against his bed, and James was lying on his side next to her. 

“I don’t see it anymore,” Y/N mumbled and threw her notebook next to her. “You picked out a logo.” She sighed and let her head lean on the bed. 

James, lying on his side, propped his head up with one hand and glanced at the scattered designs. He picked up one of the logos they’d sketched. “How about this one? Simple, clean, and it gets the point across.”

Y/N lifted her head and looked at the design he was holding. “It’s decent,” she admitted, a small smile on her lips. “Maybe we could refine it and add some colour or texture.”

James nodded. “Yeah, that could work. But it’s not wow.”

“We need that wow factor.”

At that moment, there were three knocks on the door. The door flew open, and Lydia stepped into the room. “James…” She didn’t know he had someone over. Especially not the politician’s daughter. “Oh.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Lydia.”

A warm smile came on Y/N’s face. “Hey.”

Lydia’s eyes shot from James to Y/N, and back to James. It was a weird couple to see together, and she had no idea what it meant. She blinked several times, clearly trying to process the scene before her. “Hey, Y/N,” she said, her voice tinged with curiosity. “I didn’t know you were here.” It wasn’t like Lydia didn’t like Y/N, but Y/N was an attention seeker. She had a name. She was in the middle. It was kinda like there was a battle going on between them: Y/L/N versus Beaufort. 

James sat up. “We’re working on a project.”

“The company project?”

“Yes.” 

“The deadline was Friday evening,” Lydia mentioned. 

Y/N’s smile dropped, and her eyes shot to James. James’ jaw dropped, and he looked at Y/N. 

“But the presentations are tomorrow,” James said while looking at Y/N. The corners of his lips curled up, mirroring Y/N’s smile. 

Lydia nodded slowly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Yes, but the deadline to submit everything was Friday evening. I guess you two missed it?”

The two on the floor began to laugh about their failed planning. 

“Y/N is new at school. They probably will condone it this time,” James confidently said. 

“Yes, but James is not new. Be prepared for the worst,” Lydia smiled. “Anyway, I am going to the golf club. See you later. And good luck,” she said and walked away. 

Y/N and James exchanged a glance, their laughter subsiding as the reality of their situation set in. "We really messed up," Y/N said, a mix of amusement and frustration in her voice.

James shook his head, still smiling. "We'll figure it out. We have to.”

Just seconds after Lydia left, the door opened again. This time it was a maid. Y/N eyes shot to James, not knowing how to act. James showed an emotionless smile. It was shocking to Y/N how quickly James could switch between his own personality and a business personality. Or his act. 

“Mary,” he greeted the young girl. 

Y/N wondered how old she was. Maybe their age. How did she end up here? 

“Mr Beaufort, Miss Y/L/N,” the girl nodded. “Mr Y/L/N has arrived and is here to pick up Miss Y/L/N.” 

A thin line appeared between Y/N’s eyebrows, and she looked confused. “My father?” How did he know that she was here? She didn’t tell her mum or brother about it. “How… What… Huh?” 

“He is waiting in the car for you,” the maid mentioned. 

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” Y/N politely smiled. The maid left the room. “What is my father doing here? I wasn’t supposed to see him for another week. And now he has time?” Y/N mumbled to herself and sighed. She looked at James, who didn’t answer her rhetorical questions. “I am afraid we must finish it alone, at home.”

“Sure, that’s not an issue. We’re almost done anyway. Only the corporate identity. I will work on it and send it to you,” he offered. 

“Really?” 

He nodded. “You were the brain behind all of this. Now it’s my turn to put it on paper.”

Was this the same James Beaufort I met last week? A grateful smile came on her face. “Thanks.” She got up and collected her own stuff. “Do you take everything with you to school tomorrow? Or do I need to bring something, too?” 

“I’ve got it covered,” he said, his tone reassuring. “Just bring yourself. We’ll nail this presentation.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and curiosity. “Okay, thanks, James. I appreciate it.”

James gave her a small smile. “No problem. See you tomorrow.”

Y/N turned to leave but hesitated momentarily, glancing back at him. “You know, you’re not as much of an asshole as I thought.”

James chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Thanks, I guess.” He was holding some papers in his hands. “You are not as much of a bitch as I thought.” 

An amusing smile came on her face, and she shook her head. As Y/N went downstairs, her mind was a whirl of thoughts. She still couldn’t quite wrap her head around that her father was here, unannounced. The maid’s announcement had thrown her off balance, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

* * *

The following day, Y/N arrived in a sleek black car at school, and the family chauffeur opened the door for her. She stepped out with an air of confidence and a stern expression. Dressed in a tailored blazer and heels, her demeanour was unmistakably authoritative. She thanked the chauffeur with a curt nod and walked towards the school entrance.

As she moved through the hallways, students parted to make way for her, sensing the change in her presence. Her eyes were focused straight ahead, ignoring the whispers and glances that followed her. She rounded a corner and nearly bumped into James, who was on his way to class.

A soft smile came on his face. “Y/N,” he said. “Good morning. Are you ready for the presentation?”

Y/N avoided his eyes without breaking stride, but her expression was cold and distant. “Excuse me,” she said icily, not acknowledging his question. She brushed past him and continued down the hall.

James stood there, momentarily stunned by her demeanour. The warmth and fun they had shared while working on the project seemed to have changed overnight. Confused, he watched her retreating figure, trying to make sense of the sudden change. He turned to his friends, who all looked impressed and bewildered. Cyril somehow looked amused. James raised his arms and looked as confused as them. 

Y/N entered the classroom, her posture straight and her face set in a mask of willpower. She sat and began setting up her materials for the presentation, her movements precise and deliberate. James entered shortly after, his expression still reflecting the shock of their brief encounter. He placed beside her, trying to focus on the task at hand.

The class settled in, and the teacher called for the presentations to begin. Y/N and James were first. They stood at the front of the class, their professional demeanour masking any personal tension. The synergy they had developed while working on the project was evident as they went through their slides. Their presentation was polished, and their ideas were well-articulated. Despite the cold shoulder, Y/N had given James earlier, their professional collaboration was flawless.

When they finished, the class erupted in applause. The teacher nodded approvingly. “Excellent work, both of you. Your proposal is innovative and well-thought-out. You’ve set a high bar for the rest of the class. However, you did not upload your documents on time. An explanation?”

“Regrettably, we experienced a delay in uploading the documents due to unforeseen challenges in delivering the results at that time,” James answered. "Y/N was unfamiliar with the process as it was her first time working on this project.”

“My apologies for that,” Y/N went along. 

The teacher nodded slowly. “Since it is your first project and your third week at this school, it’s fine for now. But the next time, there will be consequences.”

Y/N and James returned to their seats, the tension between them palpable. James couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had hoped that the presentation would help bridge the gap that had suddenly appeared between them.

As the class moved on to the next presentation, James leaned over to Y/N and whispered, “What happened? Why are you acting like this?”

Y/N kept looking in front of her, her expression unreadable. “It’s nothing, James. Let’s just focus on the project.”

He nodded slowly, knowing that pressing her further would be pointless. Business partners… James changed the look on his face to authoritative. She wanted to be a business partner, and then they would be business partners and nothing more. 

As the day went on, James resolved to find out what had caused the shift and, if possible, to mend whatever had gone wrong. He opened up to her, and they shared some jokes and laughed a lot. She took advantage of his weakness. There was a reason why James was extremely selective about picking his friends or partners. He let go of that once, and he was shown the exact reason why he was that selective. 

The day's last class ended, and Y/N was the first to leave the classroom, even leaving Amelia behind. James quickly grabbed his stuff and followed Y/N. He had to talk properly to her. He quickened his pace and grabbed her arm when he was close enough. “Don’t,” he mumbled, and she was trying to snatch her arm back. James led her to an empty classroom and closed the door behind him. “What was that?” 

Y/N sighed, walked to a table, and sat down. She crossed her legs. Her face straightened, not looking forward to talking to him. “What was what?” 

James took a deep breath, trying to control his frustration. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Yesterday, we were working together just fine. We had a good time, even. Then today, you act like I don’t exist and give me the cold shoulder. What’s going on?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her expression remaining impassive. “James, don’t make a big deal out of this. We finished our project. It’s done. That’s all there is to it.”

“So… You used me.”

“I did not use you.” 

“Hah,” he breathed and nodded. He stepped to her, noticing she didn’t care to look him in the eyes. “Why…” The word sounded harsh between his lips because he didn’t understand her behaviour. He saw her eyes flutter because of his town. “Why are you ignoring me then? Acting like I’m your business partner that you can’t stand but must work together.” James kept looking at her; her eyes had a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn't quite place. Yet she still wouldn’t look at him. 

“James, it’s not like that,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” James challenged, stepping even closer. “I want to understand.”

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms defensively. “Because it’s easier this way. It’s easier to keep you at a distance. Yesterday was… it was a mistake.”

James shook his head, a pained expression on his face. “So you’re just going to shut me out? Pretend like we didn’t connect?”

“We didn’t connect,” Y/N said sharply. “We worked on a project. That’s all it was.”

“That’s not true,” James insisted. “We talked. We laughed. I saw a side of you that you don’t show to anyone else. And now you’re acting like it never happened.”

Y/N looked away, her jaw tightening. “Because it can’t happen, James. My life is complicated. I don’t have room for...”

“For what? For friends?” James interrupted; his voice was harsh.

For a moment, she broke character. Her eyes softened, and her shoulders hung low. She looked down, hoping she could blink the forming tears away. “I am not allowed to be friends with you,” she whispered. “Not even be project partners.” She slowly looked up. And for the first time today, their gaze met. 

“What do you mean?” James’ eyes shot from her right to left eye. The entire time, it was an act. And he fell for it. “How are we not allowed to be even project partners?” 

She was fighting between her own emotions and her father’s values. “Because of your scandals,” she mouthed. “I can’t be seen by you because it will damage my father’s reputation.” The words rolled over her lips like her father instructed her to. It wasn’t her words. 

James’ lips parted. “What?” He stepped a few steps back. “But your father literally wears our suits and compliments them during a public appearance. He is a loyal customer of Beaufort. He is literally wearing Beaufort, he is Beaufort.”

Even her father prepared her for this sentence. Her lip started to tremble, and her blood was boiling and freezing simultaneously. She sniffed. “I don’t want to do this, James,” she said, not following the script. “But I have to pick my father’s side-“

“Sure. No problem. It was a nice project, Y/N. Hopefully, we will get a good grade because I will never work with you again. Good afternoon.” 

James turned on his heel and stormed out of the classroom, leaving Y/N standing there, feeling a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She wanted to call out to him, explain, and apologise, but the words caught in her throat. Every word she said didn’t make sense to her, and it was a mess. She had betrayed James and herself, all to be forced to protect her father's reputation.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she realised the depth of the mess she had created. She had lost a friend, maybe even more than that, all because she was forced to be loyal to her father. It was either that or her life would be ruined. 

Money is power, and power is ego; ego is arrogance—even when it comes to your own family. 

Part 4

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hi!! would you consider writing a part 2 of the james beaufort one shot that you wrote? absolutely loved it!!

The best friend - James Beaufort (2)

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Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 2567

Summary: Y/N invited James and his sister Lydia for a day out at the water. Will this be the moment for a lot of realisation?

It was around 22:00h when Y/N stopped the car in the driveway and glanced at James. “Shall I wait here, or do I have to park over there?” She pointed at the free spot behind Percy’s car, next to the wall of his house.

“You can wait,” James replied, his tone neutral.

She nodded and put the car in park, setting the handbrake. As James unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, he hesitated. “Actually…” He turned to her. “I think it’s weird if you stay here. But then you will have to…” He pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I’ll park the car,” Y/N responded. James got out, and Y/N parked behind Percy’s car. She then stepped out, swiftly putting her hair up with a clip and leaving a few strands to frame her face. Opening the trunk, she swapped her trainers for heels. Locking the car, she walked over to James. “How do I look?”

James scanned his best friend from head to toe. The transformation from casual to chic business attire was seamless. A smile spread across his face. “Like a businesswoman,” he said.

“Perfect.” Her heels clinked on the concrete as they walked together toward the front door.

“How…” He glanced at her, curiosity piqued. “How did you know about the heels? The preparation?”

“Women’s secret,” she teased. “It’s my mum’s car. She always has an extra pair of heels in the trunk. And by wearing the most comfortable trousers that look chic and classy. Always be prepared, James.” The front door opened just as she finished speaking. “You never know what to expect.” 

James looked impressed and stuck out his arm, signing she could enter the house first. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of the maids said. “Mister Beaufort.”

“Good evening,” James said formally. 

Y/N always noticed how James’ demeanour changed when he was at his own house. Here, he was quieter, his smiles less frequent, and his energy felt... different. The lively, carefree James she knew so well seemed to retreat, replaced by a more reserved version of himself. If she was honest, James acted like an asshole when he was home. 

“Hello,” the cheery voice of Y/N said. 

As they walked through the grand foyer, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for him. The house was magnificent, yet it seemed to cast a shadow over James' vibrant personality. It was his home, and she respected and accepted that. 

When they reached the living room, it almost seemed like James’ parents were expecting them. Mr. and Mrs. Beaufort stood beside each other, ready to greet the two young adults. “Good evening, James. Y/N,” Mr Beaufort said, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. Mrs Beaufort offered a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Good evening, Mr and Mrs Beaufort,” Y/N replied, her voice respectful yet warm.

“Whence the honour to see you here so late?” Mr Beaufort asked Y/N. 

“Lydia and I are invited for a sailing trip with Y/N’s family,” James answered for Y/N. “So we are here to pick up Lydia.”

Mrs Beaufort nodded, her smile turning more genuine. Despite a pang of jealousy over the warmth and inviting nature of Y/N’s family, she was glad her children could receive that kind of respect and hospitality from them.

“That sounds delightful,” Mrs. Beaufort said. “Lydia will be pleased.”

“I will go get my bag and pick up Lydia,” James excused himself, touching Y/N’s lower back briefly. 

As soon as James was out of sight, Y/N was immediately offered a drink. Recognising it as an invitation to engage in conversation, she asked for a glass of water and sat on the sofa. It didn’t take long for Mr. Beaufort to seize the opportunity to inquire about her parents’ business, probing for information and potential investment opportunities. Y/N barely knew anything about James’ family, but she knew everything about their business. And probably vice versa. Y/N’s entire personality changed from herself to a businesswoman. She knew how to navigate these conversations carefully, revealing enough to satisfy curiosity but not too much to compromise her family’s privacy. She skillfully deflects any attempts to delve too deeply into sensitive details. She was polite and engaging yet maintained a firm boundary around the specifics of her parents’ business strategies.

After a few more minutes, James returned with his bag and Lydia behind him. When Lydia saw Y/N, she cheerfully smiled. 

“It was delightful catching up with you, Mr. and Mrs. Beaufort,” Y/N politely smiled and got up. “Good evening,” she said goodbye to James's parents. 

As Y/N and Lydia made their way to Y/N’s car, Mr. Beaufort stopped James, sharing some possible investment or collaboration strategies with Y/N’s family. James listened politely, nodding along, but he knew he had no intention of pursuing these discussions. When he could finally excuse himself, he stepped outside to find Y/N reversing the car to make getting in easier. He never expected to think this, but he could kiss her on the spot. Y/N was thoughtful about so many things, but it made him feel weak. As he approached the car, he noticed Lydia already comfortably settled in the back seat, chatting animatedly with Y/N. James opened the passenger door and slid in, seeing how Y/N had already turned back into herself. 

“Ready to go?” Y/N asked.

“Absolutely,” James replied, feeling a sense of relief as they drove away from the formal atmosphere of his home. 

“Y/N,” Lydia said. Y/N had a quick glance at her in the mirror. “Have you ever considered to be a spin doctor? Or a spokeswoman? Because the way you communicate… Not to brag about myself, I know things about being a spokesperson, but you are a natural talent.” She smiled. “Oh, and thanks for the invite!” 

Y/N bit her lip; she had never received a compliment like this. 

“You talk so easily,” James added. “And you always know what to say when improvising.”

“Oh, stop it,” Y/N mumbled and entered the main road. “Thanks, I guess.” She licked her lips. “But yeah, I will reconsider it,’ she mumbled, driving back towards her house.

* * * 

The sun was high in the sky as James, Lydia, Y/N and her family spent the day on the boat, anchored in a bay the following day. They weren’t the only ones who thought spending some time on the waters was a good idea: it felt like the entire country (well, more like the region) was present. But that didn’t stop anyone from enjoying the day. The gentle rocking of the boat and the sounds of the sea created a perfect backdrop for a day of relaxation and fun. 

Lunch was served an hour ago. It was more like a picnic, but it was delicious. Y/N had been reading a book, and James was taking a nap in the sun. The others were swimming, playing board games, reading, or simply enjoying the tranquility. 

James woke up from his nap and felt the sun burn on his skin. He sat up and stretched his arms. His eyes scanned the surroundings and a satisfied smile came on his lips. Then his eyes fell on Y/N, who was in her own world while reading. “Y/N/N,” he softly said. 

She looked away from her book, slightly distracted. “Hmm, ja?” 

“Shall we go for a swim?”

“Scared to go alone?” A playful smile came on her face. 

“Always.” 

She smirked. “Give me a minute, I’ve one page left.” 

“Okay,” he said and got up, walking to the cabin to get a cold water bottle. The boat wasn’t huge, but big enough to have every facility on it to serve an entire family. James returned to find Y/N setting her book aside. He handed over the bottle of water. “Stay hydrated.”

She thankfully smiled and took a huge sip. “Much needed, though,” she replied. She threw the bottle on the sofa. “Ready?” 

“Say no more.”

They walked to the edge of the boat, the sun reflecting off the water’s surface. Their eyes both squinted because of the bright reflection. James looked at Y/N; she was inspecting the water, doubting whether she should jump into it. A grin covered his face, and without hesitation, he jumped into the water in front of her. 

Y/N gasped as the splash hit her, then laughed, shaking her head. 

James widely smiled and brushed his hair out of his face. “Where are you waiting for?” 

She rolled her eyes but smiled, taking a deep breath before diving in after him. The cool water was refreshing, and she quickly surfaced, shaking her head to remove the water droplets. “Oef,” she breathed. “My skin was so warm that the water feels so fucking cold.”

A laugh escaped his lips. “Don’t be such a wimp,” he said and splashed some water towards her direction. 

“Ha-ha,” she retorted, playfully splashing him back.”

They began to float around. Sometimes, they point at another boat in the distance and talk about it or laugh about a memory. 

“So… Do you know what you want to do after school?” Y/N asked the forbidden question. 

James stared in the distance, trying to think of an answer to give. Oxford… That was on his plan. Correction: on his parents’ planning. “Oxford.”

“To do what?” Y/N raised her eyebrows. 

He sighed. “Can we talk about this another time? This is not the time.”

“Sure…” Y/N rubbed her face. “I’m just curious and worried.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“You didn’t like it when I asked you the same question.”

“Because I didn’t know what I wanted.”

James turned to look at her. Despite the severe nature of their conversation, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked in the afternoon light. Her cheeks had a sun-kissed glow, and with her hair pulled back, her features were more defined. There was a caring look in her eyes, one that James had always had a weakness for. “I don’t know what I want either.”

“I thought you had a plan,” she said surprisingly. 

“Oxford, spokesperson for Young Beaufort, other projects and eventually take over the business,” he listed off, a hint of frustration in his voice “The plan that was made before I was even born. So no, I don’t know what I want because it’s not my plan.”

Y/N knew about it. Lydia had the same kind of path planned out for her. But somewhere, she had always hoped James and Lydia would pick their own path. She could sense the conflict within him, torn between the expectations placed upon him and his own desires. 

“And I can’t just take a gap year because my parents are less accommodating than yours. I have to live that perfect life, I can’t just try things and hope they work out. My parents have high expectations from me and the last thing that they will do is accept a gap year where I can explore my passion,” he snapped. 

She pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down. “I know,” she said softly, her voice laced with empathy. “But sometimes, you must carve out your own path, despite what others may expect of you. It’s not easy, but it’s worth fighting for your own happiness.”

“Y/N, I know you want the best for me but I can’t make it true, okay? I know you try to cheer me up or give me some help, but I can’t. I appreciate it, but it’s my life,” he shot back. “And don’t take it personally; it’s something I have to deal with myself.” 

“I understand,” she softly said, her heart aching for him. And then her heart dropped at the most wrong moment; she felt something brush against her leg. A loud gasp left Y/N’s mouth, and she reached for James. “Ew, ew, ew,” she panicked and clamped her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I felt something! There’s something here!” 

James was taken aback by Y/N's sudden panic, his mind still processing their conversation. But when he felt her grip tighten around him, he quickly snapped out of it, his instincts kicking in. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, scanning the water around them for any sign of danger.

“What? What is it?” he asked urgently, his voice laced with concern as he searched for the source of her distress.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N stammered, her heart racing as she clung to him tightly. “I just felt something brush against my leg, and it freaked me out.”

James glanced around, his eyes narrowed as he tried to spot any movement in the water. “Stay calm,” he said reassuringly, though his own heart was pounding in his chest. Then he saw something in the water; just a plant. A snort left his mouth. “It’s a plant, Y/N,” he said and reached for it. 

“No, I swear, it was not.”

“Look,” he said and held up the plant. A laugh rolled over his lips. “Just a plant.” 

Y/N scanned the plant. “No, it was something else.” Her lips parted. “Don’t laugh,” she mocked and softly slapped his chest. His laughter filled her ears. 

His laughter grew louder, the tension from their earlier conversation dissipating as they shared a lighthearted moment. "Alright, alright," he conceded, still grinning. "But I promise you, there's nothing to worry about. Just a harmless sea plant.” He held her close, his arm around her waist and her body pressed against his. With his other arm, he made movements to stay above the water. “Let’s get back to the boat,” he grinned. “But you have to swim yourself. I will stay close, okay?”

She nodded and slowly let go of him, still staying close to him, almost afraid to move. James grabbed her hand and waved their fingers together. 

As they swam back towards the boat, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of James's hand in hers, the warmth of his touch sending ripples of electricity through her veins. She stole glances at him as they moved through the water; His hair, damp from the water, fell slightly tousled across his forehead, accentuating the soft curve of his jawline. The sunlight danced across his skin, highlighting the subtle freckles dusted across his face. 

With each stroke, Y/N felt herself drawn closer to James, the distance between them narrowing until they were side by side, their fingers intertwined as they moved through the water together. And at that moment, surrounded by the vast expanse of the sea and the boundless sky above, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her—a feeling of belonging that she had never experienced before.

When they reached the boat's ladder, James turned to look at her, his eyes soft and gentle as he helped her climb aboard. “Are you okay? Alive? Do you still have all your limbs?” 

Her face straightened. “Shut up.” 

He widely smiled. “See, nothing to be afraid of.” 

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The politician's daughter (4)

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 1469 Requested by: @marjoriesemente A/N: I finished watching How To Sell Drugs Online (Fast) S4, and I had to watch Maxton Hall again, so surprise, a new part of this one shot request. I'm also working on a fifth part, so stay tuned :) Part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: What will happen when you put the rich against the rich and suffer the one in between?

James Beaufort sat comfortably at the head of a long, polished oak table in the private dining room of one of the finest restaurants tucked deep in the woods.

The place screamed wealth, rustic charm paired with extravagant luxury. The heavy stone walls and thick wooden beams added to the exclusivity of the experience, and as he dug into his perfectly seared steak, he could almost feel the weight of his position as king of this domain. This was his world, where money and status were the currency of the land. And he was untouchable.

Alistair, Cyril, Wren, and Keshav sat around him, laughing and joking as they discussed the latest gossip, race results, and the usual, anything that kept their minds off the inevitable monotony of their privileged lives. James, however, wasn’t paying much attention. His mind wandered to more personal matters, the ones he was desperately trying to keep buried.

It had been weeks since he'd last spoken to Y/n L/n. Weeks since she had turned her back on him after he thought he had found someone who wanted to be his friend, someone who understood the constant performance he had to put on. She’d shut him out so completely, leaving him with nothing but the echo of her cold indifference.

Since then, James had slid back into his usual role, the heartless rich boy, impervious to anyone or anything that might threaten his image. But deep down, a part of him had been hurt by the way she ignored him, by the cool indifference she had shown when he had expected; no, wanted, her to react.

Y/n was someone he wanted to impress.

That part of him he kept hidden. The heartless, unbothered James was the one that remained.

“So, what’s the plan for later?” Keshav asked, breaking James from his thoughts.

Before James could respond, Alistair, with his usual keen eye, noticed something outside the large windows. “Hey, isn’t that Y/N?” He pointed, voice lowered in surprise.

James’s gaze followed. Through the thick glass, he could just make out the sight of a familiar figure; a woman on a bicycle, effortlessly gliding through the scenery with a casual grace.

"Is that her?" Cyril asked, raising an eyebrow. He leaned closer, squinting. “Who is that?”

A man followed her, also on a bicycle. James knew it was her brother.

“Boyfriend?” Keshav asked, though his voice held no real interest. It was clear the group had expected Y/n to show up at the school, not out in the middle of nowhere, looking so... different.

“That is her brother,” Alistair smirked, his voice low, clearly enjoying the confusion of his friends.

James’s eyes shot to Alistair, narrowing. How did he know that?

Wren straightened in his seat, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “What’s she doing out there? And on a bike, no less?”

James’s chest tightened. He hadn’t expected to see her today. Certainly not in this context. Not in this world. Y/n L/n, the icy, untouchable girl who had made a name for herself at Maxton Hall, was out here, miles from that carefully curated persona.

For a moment, James didn’t know what to feel. He was still processing the shock of seeing her outside of her usual environment, but before he could put his thoughts together, the group continued to observe as Y/n and her brother stopped at the farm just across the street. They rested near a flock of lambs grazing lazily in the afternoon sun.

“Is she petting them?” Keshav asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“She’s smiling,” Wren said, eyes wide. “She’s actually smiling.”

James’s heart gave a strange little lurch. He had seen her smile before, of course, when she played her part, when she was being charming or polite. But this was different. This was a smile without any ulterior motive, a smile that seemed to come from somewhere genuine. There was no calculation behind it. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone or maintain her image. She was just... happy.

“She’s cute, huh?” Alistair mused, glancing at James as though waiting for him to crack a joke, to brush it off. “Didn’t expect that from her.”

James didn’t respond right away. His eyes were glued to the sight of Y/n crouching down, gently stroking the soft wool of one of the lambs, her laughter ringing out like music in the quiet afternoon. For a moment, she was just a girl, no rich, untouchable façade, no terrifying reputation at school. She was simply… happy.

Her brother leaned in, saying something to her, before pulling out his phone. Y/n laughed, shaking her head in the way only someone who knew they were about to be teased could. She reached up, removing her helmet and smiling at her brother, who quickly snapped a photo of her, surrounded by the baby sheep.

The way she let herself be captured, her face glowing with delight, made James’s stomach churn. She wasn’t trying to control the moment, to look perfect. She wasn’t hiding behind her usual icy persona. She was just herself, playful, free, and entirely unaware of the impact it had on anyone else.

"Is she really this... innocent?" Cyril muttered, leaning back in his chair, almost in awe.

James snorted. “Y/n L/n? Innocent? You’ve got to be joking.” He couldn’t help the edge in his voice. He had meant it to sound dismissive, sarcastic, but the words felt hollow, even to him.

“She’s just playing the part for her brother, probably,” James continued, trying to convince himself more than anyone else. “She’s probably an absolute monster when she’s at home. Just wait until she gets back to Maxton Hall. The Ice Queen routine will be back in full swing.”

But even as he said the words, something in his chest twisted. He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, his friends or himself.

“She’s different out here,” Wren said quietly, watching the scene unfold in front of them. “I mean, look at her. I didn’t think she had this side to her.”

James couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was so... disarming. She wasn’t acting like the untouchable queen of Maxton Hall. No, here she was, just a normal girl, laughing, petting lambs, talking to her brother as though nothing else in the world mattered. He had never seen this side of her before. And the sight was messing with his head.

“Yeah, definitely not the girl I know,” Keshav remarked, a grin tugging at his lips. He shot James a glance. “Is she like this when she’s not trying to intimidate everyone at school?”

James clenched his jaw. “Don’t be an idiot. She’s just playing the part for her brother, that’s all.” He pushed the words out, trying to make them sound convincing, but they only served to further unravel his thoughts.

Y/n and her brother finally hopped back on their bikes and began pedaling off. The moment, fleeting as it was, seemed to hang in the air, and James could feel a strange sense of emptiness wash over him. He had expected to feel indifferent, maybe even relieved that the bizarre moment was over, but instead, he felt... unsettled.

“Did you see that?” Cyril asked, laughing. “Y/n, of all people, looking like a damn angel with a bunch of sheep.”

James shot him a cool glance, masking the conflict inside. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/n’s the same as always. Cold and calculating. You guys are just too easily impressed.”

His friends laughed, but James could tell that none of them truly understood the weight of what had just happened. None of them knew how deeply it had affected him. How, in that moment, Y/n had suddenly become something... more. She was no longer just the powerful, unapproachable figure he had always kept at arm's length. She was someone real, someone human.

His mind was still racing as the group fell back into their usual banter, but James couldn’t focus. The image of Y/n, smiling freely and laughing with her brother, lingered in his mind. It was a side of her he had never seen, and for the first time in weeks, he felt... confused.

He had no idea what to do with the feelings that were beginning to stir in him. All he knew was that he couldn’t shake the image of her laughing with those baby lambs.

Something in him had shifted.

But whether that shift was for better or worse, James had no idea.

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JAMES BEAUFORT'S MASTERLIST.

James Beaufort is the type of boyfriend who between classes would drag you into a lonely hallway with the excuse of wanting to kiss you because he "hasn't seen you in hours" even though it's only been an hour since he last saw you and he did the exact same thing.

James is the type of boyfriend who would love to see you in his clothes, especially his lacrosse team hoodie. He has even fantasized about fucking you with that same hoodie on.

James is the type of boyfriend who is protective but not possessive. Well, sometimes.

When a boy stares at you for longer than he should at parties or at Maxton Hall, he feel that feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

But without a doubt he likes to feel that feeling of being able to protect you, that you feel safe with him.

When you have a problem and you don't know how to solve it, no problem, James will take care of it, don't worry your pretty little mind, as he says.

If Cyril invites both of you to a party, and you don't feel like going at that time, he will stay with you to keep you company. Nothing is more important than his pretty girl.

Just know that James is all boyfriend material and will do whatever it takes to keep you protected and loved no matter what.