#maxwell lord series

[whiskeynwriting]

Pedro Pascal Characters

Part One | Part Two

The Band Ghost Characters

Call of Duty

Star Wars

Marvel

The Boys

Other Characters

Series Masterlists

Themed Pieces

Kinktober, Daddycember, follower celebrations, reader-specific writing, boyfriend camera roles, character zodiac signs, Mando’a translations.

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (11/07/2022)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[nerdieforpedro]

Hello dear!

This year is a leap year, and as 29th February is not technically a real day, I'm giving you the chance to spend 28th February with a Pedro character that you love and 29th February with a Pedro character that you don't. Which are they, and how are you spending your days?

Love, El

I’m going to answer for the Pedro character I do not love: Maxwell Lord. I will pull that man by his hair, dye it back to its beautiful chocolate brown and kick him to go spend quality time with his son. 😤 I’ve only watched WW 1984 once, will not watch it again. No thank you. Keep Max over there. 👀 Ewww…

Now picking a Pedro character I like, there’s so many! (Besides Maxwell thank goodness!) This is hard because I would like to make a schedule for at least four of them, that’s not too greedy right? 😂

My top three: Din Djarin, Javi G and Tim Rockford. Maybe not what you were expecting but this is Nerdie so, meh. 🫤 Which one of these three would I choose for the 28th…. This is a very difficult choice, but it’s gonna be Javier Gutierrez 🧸

My heart will always be fond of our dogged, holster wearing, no those white shirts fit just right Detective 🕵️ Rockford and our bounty hunter with a heart as big as his pulse rifle Din Djarin.

But Javi G though 🥰

He’d be fine with me being loud, snorting a bit when I laugh and requesting that after we watch three Nic Cage movies, we watch The Lion King, Robin Hood: Men in Tights and Harlem Nights. All excellent movies and if he for some reason hasn’t see these, he will with me. We will laugh, cry, sing along and debate the importance of pinkie toes so long I will forget that I have to see Maxwell (bless you Javi G for making me forget that man. He’s a stain on my brain.) 🧠

I know that after having difficult cases or hunts, Tim and Din aren’t going to be too happy about my volume. I have only one - loud. Not really calming. Like they may need.

Javi G might find my volume endearing and love when I exclaim at different things during “Gone in 60 seconds” maybe. 🤔 Also people forget that Javi is an excellent shot just like Tim and Din (maybe not Din but who else has a pulse rifle?) And that touches me deeply (insert whatever dirty joke suits your fancy, I’ll accept all of them). Plus I can floof his hair during the movie or Javi might agree because I said I wanted to. I wouldn’t have to explain why.

Tim would want me to explain why he needs to swear his holsters despite being home to tease me which would work - I would feel like my face is on fire but that’s fine. Din would not understand my fascination with his beskar or extreme interest in it outside of him being a Mandalorian. I would melt into the floor when Din would ask (because he’s our inquisitive non-judgmental big metal bean) why am I so focused on it. I can’t lie, he’s got sensors and has been a bounty hunter long enough to that I’m lying and I just can’t tell him why to his T-visor. My why would be best described in my Sardi’ka Sessions and I cannot say any of that to his helmet. 😭

Anyway, that’s my spiel. Javi G is below because that’s who I’m spending the 28th with. I would leave Max waiting for me very sad and spend the 29th with Javi as well.

[spacetrashpile]

hey maxwell lord fans. what the hell is he up to nowadays. like infinite crisis and blackest night are still canon in rebirth continuity as far as im aware. so like. what’s he doing nowadays.

[baronessvonglitter]

Summer's almost over, and since I've been officially posting on tumblr since June, I'm going to start compiling fic recs on a seasonal basis, so naturally we're starting with summer.

I realize some of these fics are older, and some are even out of season ("Boo" takes place on Halloween) but this is my blog and I'm not gonna hold myself to too many standards 😜

Honestly, everything I reblog is an automatic "fic rec". The ones below are my particular favorites of this past summer 🌅

Abducted ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @propheticbride

Boo ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @pascalsbby

Brat! ~ Joel Miller x brat!female!reader ~ by @shellshocklove

Caught in the Act ~ pre-outbreak Joel Miller x roommate!fem!reader ~ by @mermaidgirl30

Cuts Like Glass ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @morallyinept

Dinner and a Show ~ Joel Miller x Roman Roy x f!reader ~ by @strang3lov3

Doctor's Pet ~ doctor!Dave York x nurse!reader ~ by @evolnoomym

Heavenly Bound ~ Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!virgin!reader ~ by @ozarkthedog

I Can Bring You in Hot ~ Din Djarin x Maxwell Lord ~ by @ghostofaboy

In the shadows of others, we grow (series) ~ Tim Rockford x Dave York ~ by @sin-djarin

Just Like That (series) ~ dark!perv!stepdad!Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @sweetpascal

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder ~ Javier Pena x reader ~ by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer

The Nebble Files (series) ~ Tim Rockford x OFC Jane Nebble ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Please, Sir ~ Marcus Pike x female!reader ~ by @mountainsandmayhem

The Police Officer ~ uniformed!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @myownwholewildworld

Privates ~ AU!Joel Miller x Javier Pena x afab!reader ~ by @eff4freddie

Push It ~ Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @milla-frenchy

Put it in, Coach ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

The Rift (series) ~ Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!reader ~ by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Savior ~ dark!Joel x captive!reader ~ by @lokischocolatefountain

Strawberry Sugar ~ modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

Sweet Tooth ~ mom's bf!Javier Pena x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

Table for Three ~ Joel Miller x f x Dave York ~ by @aurorawritestoescape

Untitled Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Untitled Marcus Acacius x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Volatile ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @javier-pena

The Wedding Night ~ Marcus Acacius x female!reader ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

Wildest Dreams (series) ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

[beartrice-inn-unnir]

10. What is your favorite genre book to recommend to someone who doesn’t usually like that genre?

Usually when people ask me for a rec for a genre they don’t usually like, they are asking for sci-fi, and I start by trying to figure out different access points based on what they already like. I’m not much of a hard sci-fi person, tending more to the space opera and political thrillers, so here’s a few “if you like x, maybe try y”:

If you like romance, give Everina Maxwell’s Winter’s Orbit a try. It’s definitely sci-fi in setting and plot, but it also hits nicely in the formulaic patterns of a arranged-marriage, strangers-to-lovers story that will help you through it even if the sci-fi elements are throwing you off. The author has another similar book that increases the sci-fi elements and is enemies-to-lovers as well, so if you like Winter’s Orbit, Ocean’s Echo is a good next step.

If you like non-fiction, The Martian by Andy Weir is a great pick. I have multiple friends who got into reading again as adults via The Martian. It’s well-written, well-grounded, funny, and very sci-fi. If you’ve already read it, then maybe give To Be Taught if Fortunate by Becky Chambers a try. It can be described with all the same adjectives, plus it’s a short novella, so if you’re hesitant, it’s less intimidating.

If you like mysteries or political thrillers, boy is there a lot of great sci-fi out there for you. The crux of a lot of sci-fi is space or high-tech settings with a plot that asks questions about personhood, and that mixes really well with detectives and spies wandering around trying to solve problems and find truths. Try Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells (it’s partway through a series of great books and novellas, but that one’s the most traditional mystery plot) or A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine (ambassador solving her predecessor’s mysterious death while trying to do his job)(I’d also recommend this one if you read a lot of classics) EDIT: just realized I mistyped - book 1 by Arkady Martine is A Memory Called Empire.

If YA/ Bildungsromanen/ New Adult figuring the world out through trial and error is often your jam, try Provenance by Ann Leckie (for the kid who really wants to do things right) or The Warrior’s Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold (for another kid who wants to do things right, but is also a high-energy chaos gremlin).

If you like fantasy, you probably already have read some sci-fi; it’s all under the speculative fiction umbrella and genres are vague anyway. All the same, I know this is the Locked Tomb Website, but give Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir a shot (it’s got magic and mayhem and an epic locked-room whodunnit mystery). The Best of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord is also good - it has a team of people traveling together and thinking about morals and discovering new abilities, plus some romance.

I’m sure there’s lots of genres I’m forgetting right now, but feel free to send me another ask for any specific one!

[palioom]

last updated 17/04/24 all of my fics in one place! you can also find me on my ao3 🖤

all fics include smut & f!reader unless stated otherwise

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🎃kinktober 2023🎃

Joel Miller

one shots:

movie night

just a game

toolbox

going for a ride

told you i'd be back

christmas drabble

santa claus is comin' (to town)

starving

not home

Javier Peña

one shots:

say my name

stress relief

orange light - (angst-y)

recommended dose of dick

stuffing

cavity search

use me

series:

stay the night - you are javier's on-and-off again fling but an assassination attempt drives you into hiding. javier still visits you and you finally try to get him to stay for just one night after he fucks you.

stay - (smut, angst)

leave - (smut, angst)

rest - (smut, fluff)

Agent Whiskey

one shots:

taste of sugar

forget

better than flowers

bull ride

string lights

Dieter Bravo

one shots:

sweet, sweet icing

series:

work affairs - loose collection of you as Dieter's PA

working overtime

the best PA

the bet

Oberyn Martell

one shots:

his sun

little dove

series:

the viper and the sun - a series of one shots of the life of Oberyn, the Red Viper and his wife, his Sun

art of Oberyn and his wife made by @aurasjournal

stripes of a tiger

a bond formed of love

remedy against pain

Ezra

one shots:

helping you shine

Frankie Morales

one shots:

go camping, they said

Maxwell Lord

one shots:

anything you want - (subby Maxwell)

congratulations - (subby Maxwell)

first time for everything - (subby maxwell)

Dave York

one shots:

just a piece

snow angels

Agent Ortega

one shots:

the chase is better than the catch

Claudia Flores

one shots:

call me mommy

telenovela

[pedgito]

Here it is, the PPCU Creator Masterlist (Part One)! For those without context, this is something I threw together for my 15k celebration and am doing as a way to promote both writers and creators within the community that pertain to Pedro in any form. Now, I know there are so many creators out there both old and new (if you'd like to be added to this last at any time, send me an ask/submit in the format below to be added) so, these posts will never be deleted. I highly recommend supporting creators on the platform through reblogs and interactions, but mostly importantly, just a follow! Please respect the guidelines/boundaries these blogs have set and more importantly, be kind. Lastly, thank you for all the support over the last year and half on this blog and I hope 2024 is amazing for all of you!

(A through M is listed below, N through Z can be found in part two.)

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@604to647 — writer

Javier Pena

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: BigMac1383

A

@agentjackdaniels — writer

Dieter Bravo

Javi Gutierrez

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Recommended place to start: Series AO3: CallieCadence

@amanitacowboy — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Masterlist AO3: amanitacowboy

@avastrasposts — writer

Dieter Bravo

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: Avastras_imagination

B

@beskarandblasters — writer

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist

@bluestar22x — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Javi Gutierrez

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: BlueStar22

@burntheedges — writer

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommened place to start: Masterlist AO3: burntheedges

C

@cavillscurls — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Oberyn Martell

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: cavillscurls

@chaotic-mystery — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Fic

@cool-iguana — writer/original art

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: cool_iguana

D

@dark-scape — writer

Joel Miller

Recommended place to start: Masterlist AO3: unlikelydarling

@decembermidnight — writer

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: December_Moon

E

@elvenmother – writer

Marcus Pike

Din Djarin

Marcus Moreno

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: ElvenMother

F

@familyvideostevie — writer

Joel Miller

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: wmthackeray

@flightlessangelwings — writer/graphics

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: FlightlessAngelWings

@frenchiereading — writer

Joel Miller

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: mellyb6

@fuckyeahpaperco — shop owner

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Shop

@fuckyeahpedropascal — gifmaker/polls & analyses

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Pedro Boys color matrix

G

@ghostofaboy — writer

Frankie Morales

Maxwell Lord

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: Ghost_Of_A_Boy

@goodwithcheese — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: goodwithcheese

@gracieheartspedro — writer

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Fic

I

@i-love-movies — gifmaker

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez

Ezra (Prospect)

Recommended place to start: Masterlist

@ilovepedro — writer

Javier Pena

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic

@ishabull — writer & art/drawings

Pedro Pascal

Marcus Pike

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: ishabull

@itsbrandy — writer

Dieter Bravo

Recommended place to start: Masterlist AO3: agentbrandy

J

@janaispunk — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Dave York

Recommended place to start: Fic

@javierpena-inatacvest — writer

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Places to start: Series Masterlist

@joelalorian — writer

Joel Miller

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: Joelalorian (Lauri_Adores_Barba)

@joelscurls — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic

@joels-shitty-puns — writer

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Dieter Bravo

Recommended place to start: Masterlist

@julesonrecord — writer

Din Djarin

Ezra (Prospect)

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist

K

@katiexpunk — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: katiexpunk

@kiwisbell — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: kiwisbell

@kteague — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: FFanon

L

@ladamedusoif — writer

Javier Pena

Dieter Bravo

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: ladamedusoif

@linzels-blog – writer

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: linzelcodesincplusplus

@loliwrites — writer

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Fic

M

@maggiemayhemnj — writer

Joel Miller

Marcus Pike

Ezra (Prospect)

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist

@magpiepills — writer

Joel

Javi

Dieter

Recommended place to start: Masterlist AO3: magpiepills

@max--phillips — writer

Din Djarin

Max Phillips

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Recommended place to start: Fic AO3: spacegayofficial

@mermaidgirl30 — writer

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Javier Pena

Recommended place to start: Masterlist AO3: mermaidgirl30

@miguelo-hara — gifmaker

Pedro Pascal

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Recommended place to start: Gifset

@morallyinept — writer

Joel Miller

Dieter Bravo

Frankie Morales

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist

@morning-star-joy — writer

Joel Miller

Recommended place to start: Series Masterlist AO3: MorningStarJoy

N-Z/PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE!

[nczaversnick]

Writblr/Artblr Intro

Hi!

I'm N.C. Zaversnick, which lets be real is a pen name.

If you're wondering how I came up with it it's a combination of my and my writing partner's name.

Anyway I'm the one y'all will be interacting with so this will focus mostly on me. You can, however, follow Rachelle on Instagram @panda.panduh.

I'm 22, disabled and queer as hell. I also have ADHD and autism. I use he/they pronouns and I've been writing and drawing since I was 8. I also read a great deal, mostly fantasy though I started reading more dystopians when I started seriously working on Project Gemini.

My favorite book is The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen.

I'm currently reading The Devil’s Thief by Lisa Maxwell

I'm currently playing Wizard101 (Y’all I’m so done with Wallaru)

I'm currently watching How I Met Your Mother

To see pictures of my rabbit follow #michael.. or join the tag list

To join my tag lists click here and comment which list(s) yoou want to be added to

WIPs

First off: Project Gemini

Project Gemini is the name for my book series that I do intend to publish some day. We're still working on book one but currently we're planning four books total for this series.

This is a link to the Master Post, where you will find more links to specific Project Gemini information

In a very general sense, this is a YA dystopian series with queer characters of an appropriate age (about mid 20s)

I can only describe it as what you'd get if you crossed X-men with Avatar. Some members of humanity evolved to have fire/water/earth/air powers. So naturally the government oppressed them. This leads to the creation of a rebel group determined to fight for their rights or overthrow the government whichever comes first. The story follows Caspian, a water elemental guy, and his experience when he meets this group and joins their cause.

Fandomverse

So this is why I don't have 5 bajillion WIPs. I take literally every idea I've ever had and mush them all together into this story. Anything I can't fit becomes an AU using OCs from this universe.

This one is a two year long text chain between me and a friend from middle school. It is a mix of original characters and world building and whatever random fandom shit we want.

It came to be while I was deep in my Doctor Who phase and I created my very own Time Lord/The Doctor. (Canonically speaking, he is the Doctor and the TV show Doctor Who still exists but everything in the TV show is based on stories my time lord told some BBC writers while drunk). My friend had a good deal of her own universe by then and so we just mushed the two together.

The basics are what would happen if a Time Lord and a couple of reapers fell in love and had many paranormal adventures but also were parents trying to raise their kids to be knowledgeable in both the human world and the paranormal world.

For the most part, this is the universe for most of the art I share, nnot so much for writing

AUs for Fandomverse

I will eventually put links here but for now it's just a list

Arc of a Scythe

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter

[psychedelic-ink]

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

please show your support by commenting and/or reblogging!

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

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

click here for last months fic recommendations

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

SERIES

Passenger by @whatsnewalycat (din djarin)

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie (joel miller)

Adjustments by @/softlyspector (joel miller)

The Waffle House Chronicles by @/softlyspector

Strawberry Wine by @pedrito-friskito (joel miller)

Counting Stars by @toomanystoriessolittletime (joel miller)

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

Starstruck by @/ezrasbirdie (dieter bravo)

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

Midnight Alley by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

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

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (dieter bravo)

Rockford & Roan by @littlemisspascal (tim rockford)

Weekends with Frankie by @wildemaven (frankie morales)

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

Shots by @julesonrecord (jack daniels)

Palomino by @/fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Eyes Open by @radiowallet (marcus moreno)

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

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

ONESHOTS

Catching by @softlyspector (joel miller)

body of water by @lambsigh (joel miller)

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

moment's silence by @nexusnyx (joel miller)

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

Pizza Comes Third by @whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

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

The Crucible by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

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

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

Protective Big Brother by @absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Landlord From Hell  by @/absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Jack Daniels x pirate AU by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x stripper AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Sheer by @prolix-yuy (maxwell lord)

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

[daddy-dins-girl]

Kindred - Series Masterlist

Summary: You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to.

One night you decide to help Mr. Lord with a little stress relief, neither of you anticipating the feelings you'd discover for each other along the way.

Fandom: Wonder Woman 1984 Pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny) Status: Ongoing/WIP

Shoutout to @janaispunk for creating this gorgeous moodboard for me :)

Warnings: 🔞 18+MDNI. Explicit rating throughout. Light Dom/Sub elements (Sub!Maxwell obvi!). Specific warnings are labeled in each chapter.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

A03 link

[gosmigenergy]

Masterlist

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BUNNY VERSE

Multi-series fics that follow a polyamorous relationship between the Triple Frontier boys and F!Reader. Reader has no name but is given the nickname Bunny early on in the relationship.

Kinktober 2023 / Series Masterlist / After a conscious decision to stop dating, your friend invites you to fight night where more than one person catches your eye. If you’re new here, hi, this is the best place to start!

My Bunny Valentine / Mini Series / A continuation of the Bunny Universe, stories feature a Valentine’s theme.

Secret Romantic ft Santiago / My Bunny Valentine ft Benny / Dance Partner ft Frankie / Wake Up Call ft Will / Just Desserts ft Santiago, Will, Frankie and Benny

Drink Around The World / One Shot / After the boys promised to take you to Disney, you and Benny take on the challenge of drinking around the world.

MISC CHARACTERS

Feels Like Christmas / One Shot / Maxwell Lord (Lorenzano) x F!Reader

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (10/10/2022)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[alj4890]

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

(Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) in a Choices The Royal Romance Crackship

A/N Sorry this took so long. Life always finds a way to interrupt my plans with all my series. This chapter takes place the night of Liam's coronation ball.

Masterlist

Chapter 7

"Where is the appeal?" Madeleine hissed.

Olivia shrugged. She wasn't about to humor the countess with commenting on what was unfolding before them.

The press were swarming around Riley and Hana as they made their arrival in a horse drawn carriage.

"We've been top contenders this entire time." Madeleine furiously whispered. "How in the world did some random American win over everyone?"

Olivia frowned somewhat as Riley gushed to the press about how sweet Hana was in giving her a lift to the ball.

"She's nice." She observed. "People tend to like that in others."

"Nice does not mean you can effectively rule a nation." Madeleine reminded her. "It doesn't help you know the ins and outs of life at Court nor does it give one the finesse of dealing with foreign powers."

"Then you better hope that Liam agrees with you." Olivia taunted. "Or else, you're looking at our future queen."

Madeleine glared at her. "And that doesn't bother you? You who have pined for Liam since birth can watch him choose this nobody? Where's that infamous Nevrakis loyalty to our country?! Would you curtsy to someone like her?"

Olivia rolled her eyes over how dramatic Madeleine was being.

"If she is Liam's choice, then who am I to argue against him? He's our king now, Madeleine. Like every other Cordonian, we have to learn to accept the decisions he will make."

Gathering her skirt, she left the countess staring in disbelief.

***************

Oliva went directly to her chambers shortly after dinner for a chance to prepare for what was still before her.

Once alone, she took a deep breath as she began to plan for how the rest of her night would go. She knew she still needed to give Liam his gift, then she'd be forced to mingle and be seen at the ball.

She would have to find a way to sneak out and meet Maxwell at some point from the beginning of the ball until Liam made his choice. Then, if things progressed like she planned, they might even meet up again after the ceremony.

A thrill went through her at the thought. She'd done little throughout the day except think of how she felt in Maxwell's arms. It surprised her how easily his touch set her nerves to singing. She actually wanted to see just how much he could make her burn.

She walked over to the window, gazing out at her chosen spot. Her brow furrowed with the sight of servants going about the hedge maze to light lanterns at each of the numerous twists and turns.

"That's out." She decided.

The last thing she needed was to be caught under one of the lanterns in an illicit embrace with Cordonia's most fun loving lord.

She twirled about and began to pace. She needed a more private spot, one either dark or barely lit to begin this affair.

She considered other hidden nooks in the palace. The conservatory was somewhat ideal, but it smelled too much like wet dirt and fertilizer. The music room was far enough away from the ballroom and even soundproof, but there was no lock on the door. The library always had people coming in and out to have a break from the crowded ballroom. Even the various dens and studies left little to be desired in terms of privacy.

Her eyes darted to the king sized bed in her room.

We will have to be careful coming up here. If anyone saw the two of us going into my room, would they think we were meeting for something else or for sex?

Did she really care what conclusion anyone came to? Liam was choosing Riley this evening. It wasn't like Olivia was being unfaithful to him. And where would be the proof, even if someone did see her with Maxwell? Once the door shut and was locked, no one would know what went on behind it.

"It'll have to be here." She said to herself. "There's nowhere else we can go tonight."

Once her mind was made up on any subject, she did not like waiting around for it. Her lack of patience combined with her innate determination made being with Maxwell a forgone conclusion.

She wasn't above admitting she wanted him. The question that reverberated in her mind was a simple one: did she want Maxwell for life or merely for sex?

She knew his feelings for her went beyond a simple affair...but did hers?

Wrinkling her nose over something she wasn't quite ready to answer, she turned on her heel to check her reflection one last time.

Movement out of the corner of her eye made her still.

Glancing at the door, she noticed a letter that was slipped underneath.

Jerking her door open, she looked up and down the hallway filled with various nobles and dignitaries going in and out of their suites.

"Bastien!" She called out to one of the guards.

"Yes, your grace?"

"Did you see anyone stop by my door?"

The guard's eyes briefly touched on the envelope in her hand.

"No, your grace." He nodded towards the mysterious letter. "Is something wrong?"

"No." She gave a brisk nod of farewell and shut the door.

It must be from Maxwell, she thought with a hint of a smile. He used to write letters to me all the time.

Ripping into it, she eagerly began to see just what romantic nonsense he'd come up with this time.

Her smile disappeared the moment the words registered. Line after line revealed information on her parents and their mysterious death. Every single traitorous activity they participated in was gone into great detail. Then, at the end, there was the threat to reveal everything if she didn't withdraw and leave before Liam picked his chosen queen.

"No." She clapped a hand to her mouth.

It can't be true! They were heroes! They loved this country! All they spoke of was making it and Lythikos better. Their loyalty was beyond reproach. They would never risk everything for a chance to rule Cordonia.

They'd never risk leaving me alone.

Her temper took over her initial devastation.

It's a trick! Someone wants to make me doubt them. Make me leave here in disgrace.

But who?

One of the suitors?

Madeleine's desperate to win this. She lost her chance to be queen once before. To leave a loser again probably weighs on her, but she's above blackmail. Penelope knows she doesn't stand a chance. She's too stupid to ever think of something this clever. Kiara's too intelligent to use baseless lies to get her way. Hana doesn't seem to have enough nerve to ever do something like this. And Riley...

She stilled.

Maxwell swore Riley was genuinely kind. Could she be the snake in their group, pretending to be all that is good in the world?

Livid, Olivia shoved the letter in the pocket of her dress.

Swiping up Liam's gift, she stormed out of her room.

*****************

"I know it was you." Olivia hissed.

Riley whirled around, eyes wide in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing," Olivia glared at her, "but it won't work."

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.

Olivia studied her and realized it couldn't be her. Riley had no idea about anything that went on in Cordonia, much less it's history. Why would she concoct some story about Olivia's parents when it was well known they were heroes? She already knew she was Liam's favorite. What would she have to gain in destroying Olivia's peace of mind and forcing her to withdraw out of disgrace?

"You didn't send it." She whispered.

Riley gently touched her arm.

"Send what?"

"Forget it." Olivia jerked her arm away and stepped up to Liam.

She somehow got through talking to him about her gift and then managed to calmly walk into the ballroom.

Her green eyes darted over the crowd, wondering who was out to get her.

She nearly flipped the person over her shoulder when she felt someone's fingers brush her hand.

Eyes narrowed, she turned around to see Maxwell.

"Hey." His tender smile appeared. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." She mumbled.

"So?" He leaned closer. "When should we meet at the hedge maze?"

"That's not happening." She folded her arms, while glancing over his shoulder at the few nobles meeting in groups and pointing at each suitor.

They're either trying to figure out who Liam will pick or something worse. Am I the only one who received a threat tonight?

She then noticed the devastation forming on Maxwell's face.

"We're not happening?" He whispered.

"No, we are." She snapped. "Just not at the hedge maze."

Huffing in irritation, she hissed, "Meet me in my room in exactly one hour and ten minutes."

Before he had a chance to agree or say anything remotely how excited he was, she left him to mingle.

*************

"You seem excited." Riley teased as she tried to remember the dance steps.

"I am!" Maxwell grinned at her. "Tonight's the night where all our dreams will come true."

"I know I'm dancing with our future queen." He squeezed her hand before twirling her. "You will have your happily ever after. Liam will be with the love of his life. Bertrand will calm down and make it to forty without having a stroke."

"You really believe that." Her smile grew over how his words never ceased in boosting her confidence. "I love how you never doubt that everything will turn out like we hope."

He sighed softly as he thought of the one thing that made him feel so completely happy.

And I somehow ended up with the woman of my dreams.

"Have I thanked you for, well, everything?" Riley asked.

Maxwell's grin turned bashful. "I didn't do much to be thanked."

"Only encouraged me every single second. You have been by my side the entire time and made time for me and Liam to be alone." She reminded him. "You were the only person to believe I belonged here. You gave me the chance to see if Liam and I could have something more than some flirtation."

When the dance ended, she hugged him.

"You'll always have my thanks, Max, no matter how tonight ends."

He hugged her tight then noticed the stares they were receiving.

"Come on." He pulled away and tucked her hand in the bend of his arm. "Let's go see what they have to snack on."

**************

Between keeping an eye on the clock and discreetly interrogating the other suitors, Olivia's nerves were on edge.

There were times she'd stepped outside to reread the letter in an attempt to guess at who wrote this. One thing that bothered her about it was the amount of detail. There were dates and locations of where her parents had gone. This wasn't some simple threat that someone made up. There were claims of pictures and documents that would prove to the public the depth of her parents' betrayal.

Could it be true? Could they have done all this?

She knew her ancestors were notorious for doing whatever was best for themselves. A Nevrakis was known, not only for strength, but in using that strength to secure as much power as they possibly could by any means necessary.

Could her parents have been of that mindset? She recalled all the training they put her young self through. The speeches of how she needed to know how to handle herself if she was to one day rule.

Dear God. I thought they meant to rule as the Duchess of Lythikos. Did they really mean for me to rule as queen?

Her attention snapped from the letter to one of the outdoor bars. Sliding into the shadows, she hoped to overhear something that might point her towards a possible culprit.

Bertrand Beaumont was clinking glasses with, of all people, the former crown prince.

"It's been too long since we had a drink together." Leo added after taking a long sip. "How have you been?"

"Fine." Bertrand took a healthy gulp of his glass of bourbon. "I'll be even better once this night is over."

"I think everyone will." Leo snickered. "Liam is hiding it, but I think he's anxious."

"He has every right to be." Bertrand added. "He did just become king."

"It's not that." Leo rubbed the back of his neck. "It's about his choice. I think I might have ruined that for him."

Bertrand paused with his drink halfway to his lips. "How?"

"When I decided to abdicate, I thought Liam would have time to adjust. I didn't expect Father to make him immediately choose someone to marry, much less put him through this asinine social season." Leo grumbled.

"I understood why Father made me do it." He added. "I caused trouble everywhere I went." He downed the rest of his drink. "But Liam, he's always been the one to follow the rules. He never rebelled. Never gave anyone a reason to make public apologies on his behalf."

He sighed, motioning to the bartender for another round for the two of them.

"I worry that his sense of duty will deny him a chance at true happiness." He added.

"Perhaps not." Bertrand picked up his new glass. "King Liam seems to be rather fond of our suitor."

"Riley, right?" Leo grinned. "I've heard a lot about her these last few days."

"Nothing scandalous I hope." Bertrand shuddered. "House Beaumont can't afford even a hint of scandal."

"Nothing like that." Leo chuckled. "In fact, I think that..."

Olivia felt her heart drop. Bertrand's words echoed in her mind, drowning out their conversation, as she looked down at the letter in her hands once more.

House Beaumont can't afford even a hint of scandal.

If this letter ever got out to the public, her life would be ruined. No one would trust her. Any children she might one day have would be forced to hide in shame. Maxwell would be tainted by association.

He might even be forced by Bertrand to never see her again.

Gripping the letter that had the ability to implode her very existence, she quietly slipped back into the palace.

**************

Maxwell did his best to walk both discreetly and as if he wasn't in any hurry to wherever he was going. He glanced over his shoulder every few feet to make sure no one was following. The few times he caught someone behind him, they paid him little attention and ended up turning down a different hallway.

His heartbeat picked up speed once he was a few doors down from Olivia's room. He wasn't exactly sure how far tonight would take his relationship with her, but he knew he was willing to go any distance she wanted.

Tonight would be, at least he hoped, the beginning of many, many nights together. His mind was filled with plans for their future. Dates to sweep her off her feet were considered. Special places from their past were thought of as possible backdrops to when he finally professed his love to her. Time spent in each other's home to think on which one to use for a possible wedding if he was lucky enough to receive a yes to his proposal.

All this and so much more was within his grasp. After all the years of yearning and trying to get her to see him, he'd finally won. The dream was a reality. He could at least relax and know that nothing stood in his way.

Pausing before her door, he took a deep breath, glanced once more around him, and quietly knocked.

Olivia opened it, grabbed his shirt collar, and yanked him inside.

He didn't have a chance to say anything. The moment the door shut, she shoved him against the door to kiss him.

His body instantly reacted, pulling her close and kissing her back with all the passion he had just for her.

She moaned in delight, hands quickly getting to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

She broke away from his mind numbing kiss to unbutton his pants. Her eyes closed the moment his lips touched her neck.

"Get those off." She demanded when he seemed to ignore her efforts.

"What's the hurry?" He kissed her again.

She bit down on her bottom lip. She knew why she was hurrying. This was probably their only chance to be together.

Her decision to leave before Liam announced his choice was made the moment she realized that scandal would ruin her chances with Maxwell. She needed to discover the truth about this letter, and unfortunately that meant investigating on her own.

She couldn't involve anyone else. If she did, she might have to stand there and watch them walk away from her. It was best for everyone if she left them. Then, her heart would be protected. She wouldn't have to face being turned away in fear or disgust that she shared a bloodline with possible traitors if she distanced herself from those she actually cared about.

But for now, she'd allow herself this one chance to see what life might have been like, if she was free to be with Maxwell.

"We can't stay up here too long." She explained, unzipping her own dress. "People will definitely talk if we aren't waiting on Liam's announcement with the rest of them."

Her shimmery red dress pooled at her feet. With the way the gown was cut, it was impossible to wear a bra. Since she knew what they would get up to, she'd also decided against wearing any underwear whatsoever.

She felt her skin tingle in anticipation. Maxwell's bright blue eyes had darkened as he gazed upon her form. He hadn't moved a muscle as her dress slipped down her body. He'd only followed its path, taking in every bit of skin revealed.

Without a word nor taking his eyes off of her, he slowly shrugged out of his clothes.

Olivia felt her desire notch even higher. The serious expression on his face took her by surprise. She'd expected him to practically rush into her arms once she was naked. This unexpected side of him made her be the one to move towards him.

She draped her arms around his neck, pressing her pale body against the toned, hard planes of his own. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Touch me." She nearly begged against his mouth.

His hands cupped her face, thumb brushing against her lower lip. Silently he moved them down her body, only pausing when she gasped or moved restlessly against him.

The lower he went, the more she wanted. Grabbing his wrists, she pulled him over the to bed.

She sat down on the edge and tilted her head up when he remained standing. Her eyes met his.

"Say something." She pleaded, feeling suddenly nervous over his continued silence.

Swallowing, Maxwell knelt before her. His hands ran along her smooth legs, his eyes never leaving hers.

In a gravely voice, he said.

"I want you. I've always wanted you."

He surged up, pushing her down on the bed, lips crashing on hers.

She moaned, pulling him as close as she could. Her breath hitched when he broke away to kiss down her body. Scrambling back some to give him more room, she cried out in ecstasy when his tongue brushed against the tips of her breasts. The moment his lips closed around and sucked, she ran her hands through his hair, keeping him there as he sent desire through her veins.

His moans and whispers of how perfect she was made her heart ache as he continued to worship down her body. His determination to kiss and lap at every single inch made her writhe and scream his name in a litany that surprised her. Every touch of his hands, his lips, and body made her wish for the impossible.

She didn't want to have to walk away from him.

The moment he slid within her, she couldn't help but think how right it felt. It wasn't all supposed to clock this easily or this quickly. Shouldn't her experiment need more time? Had she been denying the truth in front of her longer than she first thought?

Unnerved by the realization, she cupped his face and kissed him more tenderly than she'd ever done with anyone.

The slow momentum he'd begun stopped the moment she wrapped her legs around his hips. She urged him on, moving faster towards what they both needed.

He harshly cried out her name when she clinched around him. A breathless whisper of his own name escaped her as she succumbed to the sensations he'd caused.

They laid there, still connected and holding tight to one another as their breaths began to slow.

Maxwell rose up some on his elbows to look at her face. A tender smile formed as he saw the brief look of wonder in her sated expression.

"Wow." He said, softly kissing her. "My imagination really, really sucks."

She snorted in disbelief that he could make her want to laugh at a moment like this.

"Does it?"

He nodded, lips brushing hers once more.

"Nothing in my fantasies could possibly live up to tonight."

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" She couldn't help but smile while thoroughly enjoying the feel of him pressing her into the mattress.

"Couldn't you tell?" He eased off of her, rolled into his back, and pulled her on top of him.

"Oh I could." She settled more comfortably against him. "In case you are the least bit curious, I liked it too."

His grin blossomed in hearing that. A part of her was tempted to go into how much she loved being with him and in how she didn't want it to end.

She knew she couldn't. This would have to be a one and done experience.

At least until I finish my investigation and destroy whatever evidence I discover.

And possibly dispose the body of my blackmailer.

It was odd to willingly remain in his arms to bask in the afterglow. Normally she couldn't leave or kick her lovers out fast enough. She never wanted to talk or simply be held. They'd provided a service to her passionate nature and were no longer needed.

But Maxwell...

She wanted this. She wanted to hear any ridiculous thing that came to his mind. She loved the fact that he needed to touch her. His hands drifting down her back in lazy caresses was exactly what she needed while gazing at his handsome face. She loved seeing how perfectly content he was in this moment.

It reflected her own feelings with him.

Knowing he would insist on when their next night together could be if she didn't say or do something, she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

His arms wrapped around her with body already responding to her touch once more.

Moaning in frustration that they didn't have time for another round, she forced herself to leave his arms.

"We better hurry." She said while swiping up her dress on the way to the ensuite.

Maxwell hopped off of the bed and caught her before she made it inside.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind when she relaxed back against him and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck.

"Tonight meant everything to me, Liv." He admitted in a heartfelt tone.

Tears blurred her vision. She turned to respond with a deep kiss, holding him close for one last time before escaping.

Leaning against the bathroom door, she whispered.

"It meant everything to me too, Max."

**************

A short time later, Olivia found Liam talking to Riley in one of the acloves along the outer edges of the ballroom. Preparing herself for the inevitable, she told him she needed to speak to him.

When he seemed reluctant to leave Riley's side, Olivia blurted out that she was leaving.

"Why?" He searched her eyes for a sign of why she would leave before the ceremony was completed.

"There's no reason for me to stay." She glanced at Riley, hoping he would think it was because of her she was leaving.

She couldn't tell him the truth, especially when she wasn't certain what the truth was.

Liam stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"What about the person you told me about? Don't you want to see if it's love or--"

She shook her head. "That's not going to happen now."

Saying goodbye before he could question her further, she turned on her heel and left all while ignoring the couple calling out for her to wait.

She made it outside and down the steps of the palace before being stopped.

"Wait a second!" Riley breathlessly pleaded. "Are you okay?"

"Like you care." Olivia snapped.

"I do." Riley gripped her hand. "I wouldn't chase you down if I didn't."

"Why would you?" Olivia grumbled, wrenching her hand free. "It isn't like we're friends."

"I thought we were on our way to being just that." Riley argued.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for this."

"Yes, you do." Riley moved and blocked her way into the waiting town car. "Now what's going on?"

Olivia handed over the letter. She didn't know what possessed her to trust this woman with it, but she suddenly wanted someone to know the truth of why she was running away. For some reason, she believed Riley would keep this secret.

Either I'm a fool for giving her something to hold over me, or she really is all that Maxwell claims.

Without a word, Riley scanned the contents, her mouth dropping open when she got to the end.

"Who did this to you?" She demanded.

"That's what I'm going to find out." Olivia snatched the letter back .

"We need to find them and demand the truth." Riley said, her own temper snapping at the thought of someone blackmailing Olivia.

"We?" Olivia laughed without humor. "There is no we in this. I have to find them. You," she sighed, "you have to go be with Liam."

"You're going to need help." Riley insisted.

She reluctantly stepped out of the way so Olivia could get into the backseat.

With the window rolled down, the fiery duchess reached out and grasped her hand in quiet gratitude.

"I'll be fine on my own."

"Do you think it's true?" Riley asked.

"I don't know." Olivia went to let go and found Riley holding tight to her hand once more.

"I promise I'll help you. I won't tell anyone that you're being blackmailed. Just tell me what you need and we'll get to the bottom of this. You shouldn't have to--"

"Stop." Olivia pleaded. She was surprised by Riley's fervent speech to help and by her own temptation to accept it. "Thank you, but you can't."

Easing her hand away, she nodded towards the palace.

"Go be with Liam. He needs you more than I do." She lowered the privacy barrier and told her driver she was ready. "And Riley?"

"Yes?"

"Watch your back." Olivia warned.

[missredherring]

M.L. + "Please be gentle."

Maxwell Lord x Fat!Female Gorgon Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 940

Contents: making out... with teeth, light restraint. blindfold. grinding. Reader wears glasses.

A/N: What are the odds that Max encountered a fat Gorgon babe on his hunt for the Dreamstone and she just... decided to keep him? Not zero, that's for sure.

I had this idea for the prompt earlier, but then Pedro came out in that shirt at the SAG Awards, showing off that gorgeous chest, and I was hit with a new wave of inspiration.

Part of my Inexperienced Smut prompt series. Thanks @boliv-jenta for listening to my thots. @agentmarcuspike you reblogged those Max gifs just at the right time. ;) Since you were interested: @prolix-yuy @perotovar (thanks for the lovely gifs. They were the main inspo for this subby Maxwell.)

Not beta'd. Any mistakes are my own.

Summary: "Please be gentle."

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“God, it’s so loud in here! Can we go somewhere? Just me and you? Hmm… your office?”

His eyes are wide, his mouth soft and open just a little, willing you to believe the earnest expression on his face. 

Maxwell Lord has been confident that his plan will work. You can feel it in the press of his mouth as he kisses you eagerly while walking you through your office doorway, in the way he grips your sides, humming as the fat there moves around his touch, pushing back to surround his fingers instead of giving in.

There has been arrogance hiding in the corner of his smirk, winking at you when he pulls away to gush admiration over the trinkets that decorate your office, though they “aren’t as pretty as you, of course.”

It fades when you raise his bowtie to his face instead of dropping it to the floor. The nervous bob of his Adam's apple is clear to see now that the first couple buttons of his dress shirt are undone when you tie it behind his head and take away his vision. Covering those pretty browns is a shame, but the rest of him is so expressive, telegraphing his every emotion just as easily as any feature on his face, that it’s an easy trade. 

The Theban glass used for the lenses of your glasses makes your eyes ache when overstimulated by large crowds and parties like the one your company is hosting right now. You sigh as you take them off and toss them onto your desk. The way he jumps at the sound has you smiling as you look at him clearly for the first time. 

His perfect, polished façade is starting to crack: a pink tongue licks at swollen lips, strands of dyed hair falling on to his forehead, and wrinkled clothing tugged out of place.

He’s lead over to the small couch stuffed into the office easily, a nervous laugh bubbling from him a he follows where you guide him. You sit and tug on the waistband of his black slacks to bring him down to you. Your strength makes him all but fall into your lap, his legs hastily rearranging and spreading wide so he can straddle your thick thighs. Max’s large hands fumble until they find the back of the couch to inadvertently cage you in, but he’s the one trapped in here with you. He’s perched over you now, and it only takes a tilt of your head and an extension of your neck to take his mouth and let him taste the hunger he’s stoked with his clumsy attempts at manipulation. 

It’s a greedy thing: teeth and tongue and lips, all taking what he so easily offered with attention and practiced charm. You squeeze his thighs, the fabric a tight stretch over the soft muscles straining there and move up to his waist. His stomach jumps and is sucked in when you smooth a hand over it, and you chuckle. 

A sharp bite to his lips makes him gasp and draws his focus away from your hands, relaxing that stomach back into them. You stroke him there as a reward.

“Please be gentle.” He says, the plea pushed from the edge of his teeth as his tongue darts out for another taste. 

His skin is changing color now and fear pangs in your chest as you check his make-shift blindfold. You aren’t ready to give this morsel up yet, not when it had come to you so willingly. His eyes are still protected and when you press your lips to that skin where it’s framed by his open shirt, it’s warm, so very warm without a hint of the coolness of stone., and accompanied by a steady heartbeat. His beautiful golden skin is reddening, not greying, and you follow the line of change, up his chest to his collarbone, up to his neck and over his chin to where it comes to rest in the roundness of his cheeks. It even spreads to his ears and the bright red lobe is hot when you take it between your lips and teeth. 

Max shudders when you slip your hands under his jacket to push it from his shoulders, keeping him balanced as he shimmies it off to the floor without your instruction. 

“I’ll be gentle as long as you’re good. You want to be good, don’t you?” You watch every shift of his expression: the way his nostrils flare and his mouth tightens just a little. 

His suspenders dig into the meat of his shoulders and you brush those off too, following them down to where they fall around his waist. You guide his hands behind his back and wrap the stretchy material of the suspenders around his wrists to secure them there. This position forces his back to arch, and he chokes on a gasp when his hardening cock presses into your belly.

His chest is presented to you now, the dark freckles standing out against the reddened skin and you mouth at them. 

His whimper is sweet when you pull his hands away a little further from his body, forcing his hips into yours even more. They move, rubbing and grinding into you and you wonder if he’s aware of the little movements.

“No, that’s not right, is it, Maxwell? You don’t want to be just good. You want to be the best.” 

He’s falling apart in your lap, crumbling at your touch and showing the truth of his humanity that he’s done his best to hide away. What a beautiful gem to add to your collection.

[scotianostra]

James V of Scotland was born on 10th April 1512.

James was son of King James IV and his queen Margaret Tudor, a daughter of Henry VII of England, and was the only legitimate child of James IV to survive infancy, it was through this line that Mary Queen of Scots based her claim to the throne of England, and indeed her son, who took the throne after Elizabeth died.

James was born at Linlithgow Palace and baptised on April 11th, receiving the titles Duke of Rothesay and Prince and Grand Steward of Scotland. He became king at just seventeen months old when his father was killed at the Battle of Flodden Field on 9th September 1513. James was “crowned” in the Chapel Royal at Stirling Castle on 21st September 1513.

During his childhood, like so many of the Stewart monarchs, the country was ruled by regents, first by his mother, until she remarried the following year, and then by John Stewart, 2nd Duke of Albany, who was next in line to the throne after James and his younger brother, the posthumously-born Alexander Stewart, Duke of Ross.

Other regents included Robert Maxwell, 5th Lord Maxwell, a member of the Council of Regency who was also bestowed as Regent of Arran. Queen Margaret´s tempestuous private life complicated her son´s childhood, and after she divorced her second husband, Archibald Douglas 6th Earl of Angus, the Earl kidnapped young James. For over two years he held him as a virtual prisoner, showering him with gifts and introducing him to a round of unsuitable pleasures. James loathed him and finally managed to escape in 1528 and assumed the reins of government himself.

James´ personal rule began by savagely pursuing his opponents and he hounded the Earl of Angus out of Scotland. James combined suspicion of nobles with a popular touch, travelling anonymously among Scottish people as the ´Gudeman o´Ballengeich´. John Knox described him thus: ´he was called of some, a good poor man´s king; of others he was termed a murderer of the nobility, and one that had decreed their whole destruction´.

A highly strung, intelligent man who alternated between black depression and bouts of feverish energy, James had already fathered at least nine illegitimate children by a series of mistresses by the time a marriage was arranged for him.

He married Madeleine, daughter of Francois I of France, and the young couple returned to Scotland in May 1537. The Princess was a fragile woman, and the Scottish climate did not agree with her she died in her husband’s arms on 7th July 1537, seven weeks after her arrival in Edinburgh.

In governing, James increased his income by tightening control over royal estates and from the profits of justice, customs and feudal rights. He also gave his illegitimate sons lucrative benefices, diverting substantial church wealth into his coffers. James spent a large amount of his wealth on building work at Stirling Castle, Falkland Palace, Linlithgow Palace and Holyrood and built up a collection of tapestries from those inherited from his father.

In 1538 he married another French lady, the widowed Mary of Guise, tall, well-built and already the mother of two sons. She had two more sons by James but they both died in infancy within hours of each other in 1541. The death of the Kings’ mother in 1541 removed any incentive for peace with England, and war broke out.

Initially the Scots won a victory at the Battle of Haddon Rig in August 1542. The Imperial ambassador in London, Eustace Chapuys, wrote on 2nd October that the Scottish ambassadors ruled out a conciliatory meeting between James and Henry VIII in England until the pregnant Mary of Guise delivered her child. Henry would not accept this condition and mobilised his army north.

James was with his army at Lauder on 31 October 1542. Although he hoped to invade England, his nobles were reluctant. He returned to Edinburgh on the way writing a letter in French to his wife from Falahill mentioning he had three days of illness.

Next month his army suffered a serious defeat at the Battle of Solway Moss, a loss caused by infighting within the nobles on who was in command.

He took ill shortly after this, on 6th December; by some accounts this was a nervous collapse caused by the defeat, although some historians consider that it may just have been an ordinary fever. Whatever the cause of his illness, he was on his deathbed at Falkland Palace when his only surviving legitimate child, a girl, was born.

Sir George Douglas of Pittendreich brought the news of the king´s death to Berwick. He said James died at midnight on Thursday 15 December; the king was talking but delirious and spoke no "wise words." Having said that, history reports he uttered the following; 'It cam' wi' a lass, and it will gang wi' a lass,' meaning that whilst the Stewarts came to power through marrying a princess, the Stewart line would end with his daughter as queen. Of course this wasn’t true so I wonder to myself at times why such importance seems to have been placed on his words through the centuries.

He was buried at Holyrood Abbey alongside his first wife Madeleine and his two sons. The tomb was probably destroyed during the Rough Wooing in 1544, they were again “violated” at the end of James VII reign when the people of Edinburgh rioted. Queen Victoria arranged for the vault to be repaired.

There was another story regarding the grave of James V that happened in 1683, read about that on the great web pages of Dr Mark Jardine here https://drmarkjardine.wordpress.com/.../the-tomb-of.../