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[gwens-fiction]

Summer Vacation

A My Baby's A Werewolf short, that I thought I posted before but didn’t see it in my tags, so I’m posting it now.

With a long groan, Sebastian dropped his messenger bag and draped himself face down over the couch. "Remind me why I assign final essays and not exams again?"

Cody looked up from his magazine with an amused snort. "Because you’re an English professor? Were they that bad?"

"Not exactly….Just trying to focus on them was brutal."

"You need a break, Seb. When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep anyway?"

"Probably before Evelyn left. You know it’s just been crazy ever since."

"You need a vacation."

Sebastian lifted his head towards him, poking his glasses further up his nose. "Oh yeah? And what am I supposed to do about Amber? Look for hotels that accept pets?"

"I already paid the down payment for us to rent a cabin in the mountains. I picked one in the woods that isn’t close to other neighbors. The three of us will have plenty of privacy and quiet."

"I don’t know, Cody…A cabin in the woods sounds like a setting for a horror story." He sat up and sighed.

"Well, we are bringing our own little monster." He snickered.

"CODY. MY TODDLER IS NOT A MONSTER."

The slightly younger man gave him a very calm, pitiful expression. "Sebastian. Your toddler is a werewolf. By definition, she’s a monster."

"Still, there’s connotation there. Amber isn’t a monster. She’s a…"

"Creature? A little Beas—UMPH!" He grunted as a couch pillow hit him in the face.

Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "My daughter the werewolf and my brother the troll, what am I going to do with you two?"

"Hey, as your brother it is my birth given right to drive you crazy. Now, the vacation? Is it a yes?"

"I’ll pack my suitcase." He smiled tiredly at him.

Cody jumped up. "No need! Amber and I already packed it and the car, we were just waiting on you."

"Suddenly, this is feeling less like a vacation and more like a kidnapping."

"Now that’s the spirit!" He grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Go ahead and load up. I’ll grab her." He gave him a nudge towards the door.

"You know, Cody? You may have been on to something with this idea of yours." Sebastian looked over from the novel he was reading, at his younger brother, who was manning a small, charcoal grill.

Cody pointed a spatula in his direction. "I told you. You needed a break."

"I don’t think I was the only one who needed one either." He sighed, looking now at his daughter, rolling around in a clover patch. "Amber seems to really enjoy it out here."

"Seb, she’s a werewolf. Where do you find wolves?"

"In the woods, I know I know." He rolled his eyes at him. "But this is too far of a commute from the college for me to live out here and work there." He paused. "But more frequent small trips I suppose could be managed during the year. It would be more peaceful grading out here than at my office."

Cody nodded, flipping over a steak. "I’ll keep an eye out for somewhere a little closer."

Sebastian nodded as well, returning his attention to the novel in his hands. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more and sighed. As much as he loved a good Jules Verne novel, his focus was gone. He needed to relax and take a break, this is true…But it wasn’t getting him any closer to finding a cure for his daughter.

Werewolves weren’t supposed to actually exist, they were folklore…and yet, here was his toddler, a living example that perhaps folklore may be more real than he and other scholars would want to believe. That being said, real or not, his toddler was not supposed to be one. It wouldn’t be safe for her to grow up into a full fledged one, either. As a werepup at least she was manageable….But what about in the future, when she’s grown up? The teen years has enough drama without werewolf secrets in the mix.

Sebastian was then jolted back to reality as something slimey was dropped on his hand. He nearly jumped out of his chair and dropped his book on the ground.

"Daddy! Look! Look, Daddy!" Amber giggled.

"Oh uh…Thank you, Amy, that’s a nice—" and then he looked at his hand. A long, spotted slug now rested on the back of his hand. "….slug. It’s….very spotty?" He faked a smile.

"Uh huh! Mine." She then took the slug back.

Sebastian watched her for a moment before signing deeply. "Here, Amy, let’s return Mr. Slug back to his home then go wash your hands, okay? I’m sure the slug has a family he’d like to go back to."

"Oh, okay." She nodded and offered the slug back to him.

"How about you sit him right here?" He squatted down nearby and patted a patch of grass. His toddler trailed over and plopped the slug right there with the widest smile.

"Good job, now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up for lunch." He chuckled, scooping her up in his arms.

[tired-demonspawn]

chapter 6 of my silly lil fanfic is now out :)

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Mor Mbaw by Matthew Welch for Moschino SS 24 Lookbook

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Mor Mbaw by Christian Oita

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Mor Mbaw for Mans concept menswear Spring/Summer 2021 photographed by Kito Muñoz and styled by Hadrian Bernal

[twinkleallnight]

HIPPO

Late post to Maxwell Beaumont appreciation week day 2: childhood : Fanart

Imagining Annabelle Beaumont posing with her baby hippo (future Lord Maxwell Beaumont). She would have hugged him if she was alive. And may be would have accepted Riley with open arms too. Things that could have been......He misses her.

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[angelasscribbles]

Max's Room: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max (mostly)

Rating: R

Warnings for this chapter: Language, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 5,670

A/N: This is my submission for Maxwell Appreciation Week Day 3 "The Early Years". Though this is set in the present, it references his childhood frequently and even includes a flashback.

A/N2: This is also both a birthday gift and a collaboration with @harleybeaumont. It wouldn't have reached the levels of, for lack of a better word, Maxness that it did without her suggestions and input.

A/N3: καρδιά μου is Greek, is pronounced Kar dee ah mo, and means my heart.

My other stuff: Master List.

“We’re here!” Riley called out as Maxwell threw open the front doors and they strode into the foyer.

Four members of the Queen’s Guard followed behind them, arms filled with unassembled packing boxes.

“Riley!” A short, heavy-set woman with greying black hair that was piled on top of her head in a bun threw herself at the young queen.

Riley laughed as she returned the hug, “Matilda! How have you been?”

“Bored without you and Lord-I mean Max,” She beamed at the younger Beaumont brother, “to keep things interesting!”

It had taken Riley months to convince the head of Ramsfords housekeeping staff to dispense with formalities and call them by their first names. Years of Bertrand’s insistence on following protocol and using proper titles had been hard to overcome. She still only did it when the duke wasn’t present to hear. At some point, Matilda had decided that a queen outranked a duke, but he was still her boss.

Max hugged her next, “You were always my favorite, you know that right?”

Matilda laughed, “Only because I let you sneak cookies before dinner! What are you doing here?”

Ever since Max had taken the position of first assistant and top advisor to the queen, he had been largely absent from the estate. She had missed his shenanigans.

“Bert said I had to come clean out my room.”

Matilda looked at him in puzzlement, “All of the bedrooms are kept clean, especially yours and Riley’s!”

The staff pretended not to notice that Max spent the night in Riley’s room when she was there, with or without the king present.

“Not that room. The other one.”

Matilda glanced at Riley, taking in her very unqueenly attire of short cropped denim pants, a t-shirt tied in a knot at the waist, and a colorful bandana tied in her hair, “Are you here to help him clean out his junk room?”

“Treasure room, Matilda! Room of wonderous treasure!” Max corrected her.

“Mm.” Matilda looked at him skeptically, “Duke Beaumont calls it a junk room.”

Max rolled his eyes, “Which is why we are here to clean it out! I have to rescue my stuff!”

“Is it in danger?” Matilda asked.

“Yes! Bert said he’s going to donate it all if I don’t come do something with it!”

“All right. To the treasure room then!” Riley exclaimed, waving bye to Matilda as she pushed Max toward the staircase.  

The guards deposited the boxes in the hallway outside the door Max pointed at and retreated as Riley waved them away, “We’ll call you when it’s time to carry things!”

Max had been clear that he didn’t want the guards going through his things. Riley was the only person he was allowing to help him sort through his treasured possessions.

“Why do you have a separate room for all this stuff, Max?” Riley asked as she pushed the door open. Her eyes swept over the room, taking in the flotsam and jetsam of Max’s childhood and young adult years.

Random pieces of dirt bikes were scattered across a long collapsible table. A hoverboard lay on its side, nearly tripping her as she tried to get into the room.

“Sorry!” Max said sheepishly as he picked it up and sat it on top of the octopus-themed pinball machine that rested next to the door.

Riley picked her way through basketballs, soccer balls, discarded fencing gear, and for some reason one of those inflatable tube guys.

“To answer your question,” Max said as he quickly assembled a box and started scooping DVDs into it, “it’s because Bert said I had too much stuff in my room. So, I found another room to put it all in.”

Riley raised an eyebrow as her eyes swept across the debris. A full quarter of the room was devoted to music. There were multiple guitars, both acoustic and electric, as well as several amplifiers, a karaoke machine, and DJ equipment including turntables, mixers, controllers, and speakers strewn everywhere. Several of the speakers had peeling stickers on them that read “DJ Beats-well”. Band posters hung on the walls and there was a large glass punch bowl full of guitar picks.

The corner across from the deconstructed DJ booth was devoted to fencing. Several swords hung on the wall and there was a rack holding fencing jackets, pants, and masks. There was even a piste taking up a good portion of the room on that side, there were fencing gloves and shoes scattered everywhere on the mat.

She turned her head to observe the shelves gracing the wall closest to her. Peacock showing awards and breakdancing trophies adorned several of the shelves, but what intrigued her were the small statues, “Hey, Max…”         

“Yeah?” He didn’t look up from the pile of books he had started sorting through.

“Why do you have garden gnomes in here?”

“Oh!” Max jumped up, tripping over the box he had just filled in his haste to get to her, “Those have to stay together! They’re a family!”

“What?” She laughed but fell serious as she took in his expression. “Ah, Max, is this how you dealt with losing both of your parents?”

He flushed, reaching to take the gnome out of her hand and setting it back on the shelf next to the others, as he mumbled, “I know it’s stupid…”

“It is not!” She assured him, “You were a kid! And no offense, but your brother wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.”           

“Oh yeah, no, he did his best and he was really stressed out trying to learn to run everything himself at such a young age and-“

“Max, Max, Max!” Riley reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn toward her, “I wasn’t judging him! I was just empathizing with teenage you! I know he did his best, but he was your brother, and you needed a parent!”

He pulled her into a hug, “Thanks, Ri. You’re right. And you know what?”

“What?” She asked as they pulled apart.

He took the gnome off the shelf again, “I have a family now! I have you and Liam and Ellie and even Drake, so I don’t really need-“

“Don’t even think about it!” Riley yanked it out of his hand before he could put it in the donate box and deposited it in the box marked “Valtoria”, “The whole family is coming to live in our garden! Gnomes prefer it outside and they’ll brighten the place up!”

“Thanks,” he said softly as he helped her pack the rest of them into the box.

Riley enlisted the four guardsmen that had accompanied them to carry the boxes marked “donate” outside for pick up as they were filled. They sorted quickly through the obvious things. Fencing gear and all the other sports-related paraphernalia were being donated to youth programs in the area, along with the pinball machine and hoverboard.

The more sentimental possessions were going either down the hall to his room or to Valtoria or back to the palace with them.

At the back of the walk-in closet, Riley found an octopus cup holder. She held it up triumphantly as if she’d just found something valuable, “This is coming home with us!”

“Really?” Max asked in excitement, “Bertrand wouldn’t let me keep it in the kitchen here, he said it was vulgar!”

“Well I think it’s fabulous and it’s going on our kitchen counter at the palace!”

“Oh! Wait! I have cups that go with that!”

As Max was packing the coffee cups, Riley found a wooden keepsake box in the closet and slid it onto her lap. She unlatched it and opened the lid curiously. “Hey, Max…”

“Yeah?”

“Why on earth do you have a box full of do not disturb tags?”

“Oh, shit!” He fumbled a cup in his haste to get to her. He rolled rather than stand up and walk. He tried to snatch the box out of her hands, but she was quicker.

She walked across the room as she flipped through them, “These are all from different hotels…why do they have names written on them?”

“Riley, you were never supposed to see those!”

“Why not?” She glanced up at him then back down at the box as her eyes widened, “Oh shit! Are these like…trophies?”

Max stood up and lunged for the box again.

Riley sidestepped him easily as she held one up and read, “Thomas G. Paris, The Grand Hilton….” A wicked smile spread across her face, “These are trophies!”

“Fuck!” He gave up, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling in consternation, “You’re going to tell Liam about this, aren’t you?”

She ignored the question as she continued to rifle through the box, “Damn Max! How many guys have you fucked?”

“Riley, please!”

Her smile disappeared as she plucked out a tag with a woman’s name on it. Dropping the offending tag back into the box, she shoved it into his hands, “Here, this isn’t fun anymore!”

“Why do you think I didn’t want you to see it?” He asked as he took it from her and tossed it into the waste bin.

“I know you had a past before me, I just don’t like thinking about you with other women!” She knew she sounded petulant, but she couldn’t help it. The idea of Max with any other woman drove her mad with jealousy. Other men were fine.

She never claimed to be logical.

“Barely,” he reminded her, “They were mostly men. But it doesn’t matter, I have you and Liam now and the past is in the past.”

“I know…”

“Besides,” he did a little dance move as he shimmied up to her, “they don’t count. No woman has ever affected me like you do and I’ve certainly never been in love with another one.”

“I know and I love you,” her fingers stroked down his cheek and ran along his bottom lip.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her as he took her hand in his, “I’m yours, one hundred percent. To do with whatever you want!”

Her pupils dilated a little as she pushed him away, “Okay, enough of that! Keep it up and we’re not going to get any more cleaning done, and I don’t want to have to come back tomorrow! Get up!”

“Fine, but this is to be continued, okay?”

“Oh, fuck yeah it is! And don’t worry, I won’t tell Liam about all the guys.”

Liam got as jealous and possessive as she did. It was in nobody’s best interest for him to have a list of names of men that Max had been with. Especially the men whose names were on that list.

“Thanks.”

Riley went back to sorting through the walk-in closet. She became so deeply engrossed in Max’s postcard collection that she didn’t notice him creep up to the door with a large ventriloquist dummy in his hands.

Max stayed outside the closet but leaned the doll around the corner so it was peeking at Riley. He suppressed a giggle at the thought of how surprised she was going to be as he mimicked a high falsetto, “Riiiiiiileeeeey!!!”

Riley had just stood to reach up for the next box on the closet shelf when she heard the weird voice. Turning toward it, she saw a hideous miniature monster peering around the corner at her. With an ear-piercing scream, she drop-kicked it, sending it flying across the room to thump into the far wall.

Max was distressed by the turn of events, “Why Riley? Why? What did Mr. Giggles do to deserve that?”

“Mr. Babadook you mean?”

“What? No!” Max shot her an offended look as he darted across the room to retrieve the fallen doll, “Mr. Giggles is good!”

“Max that thing is hideous! Where did it come from? Why do you have it?” she demanded.

“Well, like you pointed out, I was lonely as a kid after my mom died so my dad bought me these dummies, either to be nice to me or just so he didn’t have to play with me, I’m not sure…but either way…they were my friends!”

“Wait! There are more of those?”

“Yeah, want to see?”

“No, I do not!”

“But-“

“Those are not coming home with us, Max!”

“Oh, come on! Maybe not all of them, but at least Mr. Giggles!”

Riley crossed her arms and shook her head sternly, “No.”

“Damn. It’s not even the first time Mr. Giggles has been banned from the palace…”

“Wait. What?”

“The one time I took him to a sleepover with Liam, Constantine said that the path of destruction he left was too expensive to be repeated.”

Riley uncrossed her arms, “Max, tell me this story!”

“Liam! Liam! Liam!” a nine-year-old Max bounced up and down gleefully, “I can’t wait to show you my new friend!”

“New friend?”

“Yes! His name is Mr. Giggles and my dad got him for me! Look!” Max pulled the dummy out of his suitcase with a flourish.

Liam jerked back in surprise, his eyes going wide, “Oh…I…uh…”

“Isn’t he great?” Max gushed.

“Y..yeah…sure,” Liam covered his repulsion. The thing looked like something out of a horror movie, but Max was excited so Liam pasted on his best prince smile and tried to be supportive.

“Where’s Drake?” Max asked, “I want to show him too!”

“I think he said he was going to the kitchen to raid the pantries,” Liam said carefully. He wasn’t sure Drake was going to be as diplomatic as he had been about Max’s new toy.

Before Liam could protest, Max was heading out the door, “Come on!”

With a sigh, Liam followed him through the palace to the darkened kitchen.

They found Drake digging through one of the larger pantries. He had climbed up onto a countertop and was standing on his tiptoes trying to reach a tin of cookies on the top shelf.

Max put his finger on his nose to indicate to Liam to keep quiet as he walked up behind Drake, holding Mr. Giggles in front of him, “Draaaake…”

Drake turned his head down and to the side, his eyes grew bigger than they’d ever been in his life and a hoarse scream ripped from his throat as he lost his footing on the countertop and fell backward, pulling the entire shelving unit with him.

“Drake, are you okay?” Liam lunged into the pantry to help his friend up.

Before Liam could make it to him, Drake jumped to his feet, balled his hand into a fist, and punched Mr. Giggles so hard that the doll’s head smashed into Max’s face, sending blood spurting out of both nostrils.

“Ow!” Max instinctively threw the dummy at Drake and grabbed his nose.

Drake saw the monster flying at his face, he scrambled backward, his body thunking into the shelves filled with glass containers of pasta, flour, sugar, and cornmeal. Drake covered his head and dunked as glass jars fell and shattered on the hard floor of the pantry.

By the time Drake lifted his head to survey the scene, Max had darted forward to grab his doll. As he plucked it off the floor, the toy’s arms swung back and forth. What Drake saw was Max with a bloody face and Mr. Giggles attacking him.

“AAAiiiieeeeee!” Drake ripped the doll from Max’s arms and threw it with all his might toward the open door of the pantry where Liam had retreated to when the second shelf had gone down and things had started to fall.

Liam released an ear-splitting scream as he tried to shove the dummy away while jumping backward away from it. He careened into a service cart, sending it, and everything on it, clattering to the floor. He landed in a heap in the middle of the mess.

“What the hell is going on in here?” A voice boomed out as Leo, followed by Olivia, came to investigate the noise.

“Drake punched my friend!” Max cried, tears and snot mixing with the blood on his face.

“Your what?” Drake cried, “I just saved you from that thing!”

Leo doubled over in laughter as Olivia picked the discarded doll up from the floor, and held it up in the air with disdain, “Is this what caused all that racket?”

“You guys were afraid…of a doll?” Leo howled with laughter as he held his stomach.

“A what?” Drake looked at the dummy now limp in Olivia’s grasp, “It was moving!”

“It was me! I was moving it!” Max sobbed.

“Hey, Liv!” Leo snatched the doll out of her hands, “Want to see the maids lose their minds? Come on!”

“Wait! No! It’s mine!” Max wiped his face on his sleeve and took off after Leo and Olivia.

Leo sprinted from the kitchens into the formal dining room where several of the maids were busy cleaning. He skidded to a stop in the doorway, his eyes quickly assessing the best target. There, at the largest of the palace’s China cabinets stood a maid on a stool, dusting and replacing each item.

Leo stifled a giggle as he made his way stealthily across the room, Olivia right behind him, hand clamped over her own mouth in an effort to keep quiet.

“Leo, no!” Max skidded into the room, but it was too late.

The maid turned her head just as Leo thrust the doll up toward her. She whacked at it with her feather duster as she fell back with a scream.

She toppled off the stepstool, jarring the cabinet on her way down. The cabinet thumped against the wall and then forward again, plates and teacups tumbling from the glass shelves. Pieces of dinnerware splintered, cracked, and smashed all around her as she covered her head and howled with terror and rage.

“Maria! What in the world-“ a second maid hurried across the room but stopped short as Leo turned toward her, propelling the doll into her face.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” the second woman slapped the dummy out of Leo’s grasp as she stumbled backward screaming for help.

Jackson Walker strode into the middle of utter chaos. Leo and Olivia were laughing so hard that they were turning red. Maxwell was crying and clutching a doll to his chest, one of the maids was sprawled in the middle of the floor surrounded by broken dishes and another was making the sign of the cross as she prayed out loud in Italian.

Before he could react to the sight in front of him, Liam and Drake trailed into the room. Drake was covered in flour and bits of dried pasta. Liam had removed his shirt, leaving it next to the cart that had spilled an entire pitcher of tea all over him. His hair was wet, sticky, and matted from the tea and sugar he had rolled in.

“Do I even want to know?” Jackson sighed.

“Oh, my God, Max!” Riley was delighted, “That’s hysterical!”

"No, Riley, it was traumatizing!”

“And Constantine banned you from bringing it to the palace again?”

“Yes, and not just because of all the broken stuff. Apparently, he had to give the maids raises to get them to stay.”

“Just because of that?”

“Oh, no. That was by far not the first or only prank Leo ever played on them! I think it was a straw that broke the camel’s back situation.”

“Hm,” Riley tapped her fingers against her lips thoughtfully, “And Drake was really scared of it?”

“Yeah…why?”

“No reason,” she tossed her hair as she gave him a grin and headed back to the closet to finish sorting through postcards, “You can bring him.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just…keep him away from me…and Ellie!”

“Done!” Max jumped up and down a little.

“I’m not going to find any more of those in this closet am I?”

“No,” he affirmed, as he pointed, “They’re all in that steamer trunk over there.”

“Okay, good!”

Max decided to move the trunk to his bedroom down the hall. He wanted to keep the dummies, but there was no need to take them to Valtoria or the palace. Except for his favorite. He placed Mr. Giggles near the door and went back to sorting. He had five piles in the middle of the room: donate, move to his room, take to Valtoria, take to the palace, and throw away.

Once the postcards had all been boxed up to donate to a local preschool for art projects, Riley tackled the desk in the corner nearest the closet.

The computer itself would be donated. Max had a newer, better laptop he currently used. The desk could go too, but first, it needed to be cleaned out. Riley slid the top drawer open, her hand rummaging through pens, pencils, half-used erasers, paperclips, rubber bands, and other various assorted office detritus.

She dumped the entire drawer into the waste bin and moved on to the middle drawer. Old CD-ROMs, some partially used notebooks, legal pads, and sticky notes sat in the drawer collecting dust.

The contents of the middle drawer also went straight into the trash.

She pulled the bottom drawer open and removed a stack of papers, placing them on the desk in front of her. She shuffled through the stack, her interest growing with each document she skimmed.

In her hands she held manuscripts, half-written screenplays, and sheaves of paper containing short stories, poetry, and scripts. She stopped sorting and started reading, becoming so engrossed that she lost track of time. When she finally looked up, it was to exclaim, “Max! These are good!”

“What?” Max glanced up from the PSP games he was matching with cases and packing into a donation box. His eyes went wide as he took in what she was doing. Stumbling to his feet, he darted across the room, “Riley, no! Don’t read those!”

“Why not?” she asked as she turned her body to put it between him and the papers.

“Because they’re not any good!”

“Yes, they are!”

“No, they’re not! You’re just being nice because you love me!”

Riley gave him a level look, “Since when have I ever pulled any punches just because I love someone?”

“Okay….fair point. But-“

Riley held up an oversized white envelope, “This one is fully written, sealed, and addressed to a publisher! Why didn’t you send it?”

“I told you, it’s no good! Bert told me it was silly….”

“I thought we already established that Bertrand can be a colossal dick with a humongous stick up his ass.”

“I know, but-“

“You never sent any of them?”

Max shook his head.

“What’s this one about?” She tapped the sealed envelope.

A dark flush spread across Max’s face, “It’s a fictionalized account of your relationship Liam.”

“Really?” Surprise pulled through her.

“Really. I mean, I left out a lot, like all the scandal-causing parts, but maybe it was my way of dealing with stuff when you dumped me for him.”

“Ah, Max,” She dropped the pages onto the top of the desk, as she stood up and pulled him into a hug, “I’m so sorry for that.”

“It’s okay,” he told her, but he squeezed her back tightly, “It all worked out in the end!”

“It did,” she agreed as she released him and scooped the papers off the desk, depositing them into a box marked “palace”.

“We can just throw those away,” Max protested.

“I don’t think so, Max. Even if you never publish any of them, these are good, and you poured your heart and soul into them. They come with us.”

“Okay,” a shy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. It made him happy that she liked his writing.

One of Riley’s queen’s guards popped his head into the room, “Excuse me but Captain Walker just called. He’s ten minutes out.”

“Thank you, Marco!” Riley sang out, then turning to Max, she said, “All right, let’s wrap this up! Drake is picking us up, we’re going to lunch at that new Greek fusion restaurant in town.”

The restaurant had already been cleared and secured by the guard pending their arrival.

Max’s head swiveled around the room, “I think that’s just about everything.”

“Why don’t you take those two boxes of things that stay here down the hall to your bedroom, and I’ll have the guards finish getting the stuff that goes with us loaded into the back of their SUV.”

“Okay!”

The moment Max was out the door, Riley plucked the sealed manuscript out of the top of the cardboard box she had tossed it into and placed it in Marco’s hands, “Put this in the outgoing mail when we get back to the palace, but don’t let Max see it!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Marco gave her a curt nod and then bound down the stairs to secure the envelope in his vehicle before it was spotted by the younger Lord Beaumont.

Drake was standing outside, leaning against his car, deep in conversation with one of the guardsmen when Riley came out. His eyes lit up when they fell on her. He quickly wrapped up his conversation and hurried over to greet her.

“There you are, καρδιά μου,” he pulled the car door open for her, “You ready to go?”

“Hey, babe!” She turned her cheek up to him for a kiss before she climbed into the passenger seat of his deep maroon Devore GT, “Yes, I’m starving! We’re just waiting on Max.”

Drake pushed her door shut and walked around the car to lower himself into the driver’s seat. The guards would follow in one of the crown-issued SUVs. He liked to do his own driving whenever possible. Since he was the head of the Queen’s Guard, he got away with it. It helped that his car was custom-built with a full roll cage and bulletproof glass, just like all the cars in the royal fleet.

“So how bad was it?” He asked.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad-“ Riley was interrupted by Max tapping on the window. He opened the door as she leaned forward, pulling the seat with her so he could climb in behind her.

Max slid into the backseat, Mr. Giggles leaned over the front seat, “Hey, Drake! Look what I found!”      

Drake turned his head, his body jerked away then he instinctively punched the doll in the face before jumping out of the vehicle, “Fuck no! Get that thing out of my car!”

Fortunately, Max was prepared this time and moved out of the way without getting a bloody nose. “Ah, come on, Drake! Let bygones be bygones! Mr. Giggles is sorry…” he wiggled the doll back and forth.

“I will fight you, Beaumont! I have never laid hands on you in a violent manner before, despite the many, many times I’ve threatened to, but this time I’m fucking serious!”  

Riley leaned across the console and peered up at him from inside the car, as she shook with laughter, “Ah, come on cuddle bear! It’s just a doll!”

“I-“ Drake’s head snapped around as he heard laughter.

The laughter cut off as his eyes landed on Marco and the other guards who all turned abruptly and pretended to be doing other things.

“For the love of Christ!” He muttered under his breath as he got back in the car, “Keep that thing away from me or it’s going in the trunk and then the woodchipper when we get home!”

“Okayyyy…” Max sat Mr. Giggles in the seat next to him and buckled the seatbelt around him.

Drake cut his eyes sidewise at Riley as he started the car, “Really, babe?”

She shrugged, “No, yeah, I agree, it’s creepy as fuck, but it makes him happy.”

“Are you sure we’re not all living with a serial killer?”

“I heard that!” Max snapped.

“You were meant to!” Drake snapped back.

Riley dropped her hand on top of Drake’s with a smile, “We can sneak up on Liam with it when we get home.”

That drew a smile out of him, “Yeah, okay. That’ll be fun.”

********

Three months later…..

“That’s weird,” Max said as he stood at the counter sorting through the mail.

Liam looked up from the table where he was trying and failing, to get crown princess Eleanor to eat her breakfast, “What’s weird?”

“There’s a letter from a publisher addressed to me…but I never sent anything to a publisher…”

“Huh, that is weird,” Riley took a big bite of her scrambled eggs and looked the other direction.

Drake paused with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, “Oh, I know that look! Riley, what did you do?”

She widened her eyes at him as she shook her head.

Liam gave up trying to get his daughter to eat and handed her a sippy cup before turning his attention to his wife, “What did you do, love?”

She swallowed her eggs and reached for her orange juice, “Why is everyone looking at me?”

Max stared down at the envelope in his hands, “Riley….did you send one of my manuscripts to a publisher?”

She set the glass carefully on the table in front of her, “Maybe…”

Annoyance and excitement fought for dominance as his finger toyed with the flap, “Which one?”

“The one that was already addressed and ready to go, of course,” she pushed away from the table and walked up behind Max. Laying her hand on his shoulder, she told him, “Well, go on…open it!”

Liam stood and joined them, “I didn’t know you wrote, Max. What did you write?”

“A book about us!” Riley answered.

“Oh! I…uh…” Liam stammered as panic spiked through him.

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, “I left out any details that could cause a scandal! It’s a highly fictionalized account!”

“Oh, thank God!” Liam sat back down to accommodate his suddenly rubbery knees.

Drake smirked at him as he slathered jam on his toast, “I’m glad no one gives a shit what I do!” he said before jamming half the slice into his mouth at once.

“Are you mad?” Riley leaned into Max from behind, trying to see over his shoulder.

“No,” he touched the hand that was still resting on his shoulder, “I could never be mad at you, for any reason.”

“Good! Now open it!” she commanded.

Max slid the letter opener under the flap and tore it open. He pulled out the paper inside and unfolded it. Smoothing it out, his eyes scanned down the page then his jaw dropped, “It’s an offer of publication! They like it! They want to publish it!”

“Eeee, Max! I knew it!” Riley spun him around so she could hug him, “I told you that your writing was good!”

“Either that or they just want the inside scoop on you and Liam,” he said as he hugged her back.

“They wouldn’t want to publish it if it wasn’t good, Max!” She admonished him.

“She’s right, my little niblet,” Liam told him, “Insider information or not, they wouldn’t publish something of subpar quality. Offer you money for an interview, maybe, or make the offer contingent on heavy editing, so if they want to publish as is, it’s good.”

“He’s right Max,” Drake chimed in as he scooped more food onto his plate, “and what the fuck is a little nib-you know what? Never mind, I don’t want to know. You guys and your weird terms of endearment…”

“Really?” Liam turned to him with a smirk, “Cuddle bear?”

“Yeah,” Max joined in, “Snuggle bug? Marshmallow? Squishy?”

“Hey!” Drake’s face flamed red, “Those are all her! I can’t control what she does!”

“You like it!” Riley told him saucily.

“Mmm,” was his only response but it was all that was required. He did like it and they all knew it, so he decided to just drop the subject altogether.

“Congratulations, Max,” Liam started gathering his things to leave for the day, “I’m sure it’s amazing and I can’t wait to read it!”

“Thanks, babe,” Max blushed as he read the letter again.

Drake finished his third helping of breakfast and pushed away from the table to fill his thermos. Once that was done, he set it on the counter nearest the door so he wouldn’t forget it on his way out. “Congrats, buddy!” He smacked Max on the back then grabbed Riley and pulled her into him for a goodbye kiss.

Liam kissed Max goodbye then turned to Riley and Drake, “Ahem! May I kiss my wife now?”

Drake pulled away from her reluctantly, “Fine!” He huffed, “I’m late anyway!”

“I’ll see you at lunch, cuddle bear!” she called after him before letting Liam pull her into a passionate embrace.

“And I’ll see you at dinner, my king,” she told him when he finally broke the kiss, “just the two of us!”

“Can’t wait!” Liam hurried toward the door, “Have a good day!”

“Oh, I will,” she waved bye to Liam before making her way to the table. She removed the highchair tray and started wiping Ellie’s hands and face “I have the morning free. I want to give Ellie her bath and play with her a little but when she goes down for her morning nap, maybe you and I can celebrate this accomplishment properly!”

“I’d like that, blossom. And hey….”

She looked up as she pulled Ellie from the highchair, “Yeah?”

“Thank you for believing in me,” he crossed the room to embrace her again, “I love you.”

“Oh, Maxey,” she held her daughter in one arm and reached for him with the other, “I love you too!”

He leaned down and kissed her while the tiny princess in her arms pinched his face. They were standing in the middle of the aftermath of their family breakfast, the kitchen in total disarray, his skin greasy everywhere Ellie touched him, her little fist clenching his cheek in a death grip, but Riley’s lips were on his, the people he loved believed in him, and he was blissfully, perfectly, unequivocally happy.

[harleybeaumont]

Bye, Bye, Bye

A silly Maxwell drabble where Max bleaches his hair. Written for @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation​ week

Day 1: Monday, January 23rd, Maxwell Appreciation Day: Appreciation and Headcanons! Tell us what you love about Maxwell, and/or tell us your headcanons. This can take the form of a fic that highlights it, artwork that depicts it, or even a simple list!

What do I love about Maxwell? The list is endless lol, but I’ll name a few things. I love his honesty, his playfulness, and how he is able to turn any situation into a good time. He loves with his whole heart and even though he doesn’t like confrontation, he defends those he cares about to the end. Maxwell Beaumont is unashamedly himself (unless he’s around Bertrand) and adorably naive to what others think about him.

(Also check out this edit done of Maxwell’s sprite!)

Maxwell bleaches his hair-

-30 year old Maxwell stands in front of the mirror, considering. 

-Sure.. this is going to piss off Bertrand, but it's also going to look totally badass. 

-He’s been wanting to do this since he saw an NSYNC concert in grade school. It’s finally time. 

-He opens the box and mixes up the bleach and god it smells awful. 

-He rolls up his sleeves and gets to work, painting the bleach mixture all over his dark brown hair until his head is completely covered and itching like crazy. 

-I hope this doesn't make my hair fall out. 

-After he rinses and shampoos his hair a few times with purple toner, he looks in the mirror and his jaw drops. 

-He looks like a boy band member from the 90’s and IT. IS. AWESOME!

-For the final touches, he adds some sculpting cream and spikes his hair. 

-Just call me Lance FUCKING Bass. 

-That night, Maxwell throws open the doors to let in the guests for the annual Beaumont Bash.

-Everyone freezes, simply staring at him

-Bertrand rounds the corner, face pale from shock, before it turns a deep shade of purple

-”Maxwell Percival Beaumont!” is shouted loud enough to shake the walls.

-Max spins and runs out of the room but not before shouting..

-”BYE BYE BYE!”

[bebepac]

Meet My Maxwell Beaumont!

It’s funny, I remember when I played TRR the first time around, even though it PB says you can wind up with different people I was shocked  when people were posting their “wedding pictures” and Maxwell was legit a L.I. in them.   BLEW. MY. MIND.  

Original Post 1/29/23 at 3:06PM EST. 

I played all of one full chapter with Maxwell  as LI, which was the Vegas fling chapter, which not going to lie really surprised me, and part of the first chapter of book 3 and honestly for me, I still see Maxwell, as the adorable and sweet friend / brotherly character. For my Riley, Maxwell will always be her best friend (don't tell Hana 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣) , but the sweet guy will always find love in any AU I write, where Riley's sister Taylor emerges as a character.

Here are my Maxwell Beaumonts FCs I use in my various series.

1. Meet Maxwell Beaumont:  The Royal

OG Maxwell:  He is who I think of when I think of my Maxwell

Funny, quirky, and sweet, this is my first Maxwell when I came onto the fandom that I used. For me, he just screams Maxwell. This is my Maxwell in all of my Royal story lines.  He appears in my series:

The Life of Riley: Book 2

Heroes and Villains

Fast Forward

The Days the Earth Stood Still

The Cordonian Arrangement

University Student Ellie

2. Meet Maxwell Beaumont: The Stand Up Comedian

This Maxwell was accidental to be honest. I started a series where I changed some things up including my Liam which sparked me to change some of the other characters that would be in Liam’s life.  So with this came a different Maxwell.  This is my non-royal Maxwell in my story lines that feature Maxwell a little older. You can see this Maxwell in 

Greek Meat

The Meet

3. Meet Maxwell Beaumont:  High School/College Cool

This is who I think of when I write Maxwell when I think of Maxwell the young one.  He’s sweet, cute a little bit of a mess.  But we love him just the same and he’s the life of any party. You can see this Maxwell in my series.

Pop’s Place

School Dayz

Mia’s 🌎 World

[maxwell-beaumont-appreciation]

Day 7 - Visuals!

We've reached the final day of Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week! Show us your Max face claims!

[gwens-fiction]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Tell me about a victory, either your characters or your own. I wanna hear about some triumphs

Thank you! Mmm, I’ll give something for both.

I still feel triumphant back in college, a poem my creative writing teacher gave me an 80 on because it was about a ghost (I wish I was joking, it was inspired by the ghost stories of that college), and I submitted it to the college’s literary magazine and it won second place over all.

As for a character's victory, Sebastian felt pretty victorious when he found a babysitter who wasn’t freaked out by his werewolf toddler.

[tired-demonspawn]

chapter 13! wow, hope you guys handled that 48 hour period well! :D

hope nothing too crazy happens which might be hinted at in that silly lil picture i drew!

full clean sketch that i saved cuz i thought the whole pose looked really cool, but the crop was more dramatic, so i cropped it, whatever. it's under the cut is my point

[modelsof-color]

Mor Mbaw by Christian Oita for Man About Town Magazine May 2023

[queenmiarys]

BOOK: TRH

Summary:Maxwell spends quality time with his boys and friends.

Warning : None 

Rated: Teen

The best Ramsford has to offer.

One shot

It had only been a day since Juliana had left her husband with their two children under 3

Julian was getting used to sleeping on his own,so his parents thought Maxwell turned over feeling something wet. "What the." Stopping himself from saying the rest when he saw Julian.

Maxwell woke his son and he immediately started crying. "It's okay buddy daddy got you, come on, he ran his bath water and picked out a new set of pajamas he, once he was done his son had no problem with falling asleep, he placed him in his bed then went down to the Landry room.

Juliana had taught him how to do laundry and some simple homework, besides it was after 1am and everyone was sleeping, he started a load of laundry and watched a movie. He was not sleepy at all, he heard the baby monitor come to life it was near 3 am at this time

"Hey little guy, are you looking for this?" Yes you are." He said as he waved the bottle in front of his son. He sat in the rocker feeding Cam and thanking God for his family.

After his feeding, he changed his diaper and  burped him before placing him back in his crib.

Cam was a quiet baby. He only cried when hungry or he needed to be changed,  completely opposite of his brother Julian, who wanted to be held a lot and cried just because.

Maxwell made it back to his room and went to the hall closet and replaced the Mattress pad and the sheets and duvet cover. He fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

___________

"Maxwell get up it's after 7, this  little guy is hungry and Julian is up also;  Bartie at a sleepover. So I'm afraid you're on your own with the boys today." Bertrand said 

" It's okay, I can handle them. " Did Juliana ask you to help me?"

"Maxwell we are family,  it's been plenty of times that you and Juliana has helped with Bartie."

"Thank you brother, go enjoy your day."

__________

"So little ones, what are we to do today? 

He took the boys to kitchen placing both in their high chair. Both boys laughed as he danced around the kitchen while cooking Julian scrambled eggs, you could definitely tell that his son got his eating habits from his mother, Max, couldn't stand eggs not eating them.

After they all ate he let Julian play with his cars , he heard a vehicle pulling up. Max wanted to surprise his son so he didn't tell him that Drake was coming.

Julian got up and ran over and peeped out the window  "Uncle Drake Yay Uncle Drake! Max watched his son jump up and down in total excitement.

He opened the door. "Drake my friend you do love me."  he said as a joķe.

"Pipe down Beaumont,  I'm here to see my Godson and see his cute brother too, besides Hana went on the trip too."

Patience, his  1 year old, was hiding behind his leg, Julian went around Drake leg "Pactance he giggled. " I got you," do you want to play with me?" She shook her head "yes,daddy can we play?"

They all went towards the playroom.

" Man I can't believe you have two children, me and Hana can't wait to meet our son soon."

A few hours had passed when Liam and his four year old twin boys Wyatt and Leo

Rashad with his two year old son pulled in around the same time

"Hope you don’t mind, Liam said."

"Not at all buddy, I consider all of us as brothers,  that includes you Rashad."

"Daddy, I think Cam needs changing." They all laughed

After changing him, they went to fix  the children's launch. Everyone was surprised at the meal Maxwell made for children.

After the kids ate, they all took a nap,  except Zane, who no doubt was a lot like his mother Olivia.

After the kids woke up, Liam scheduled for a nearby  Theme park to be closed down for them.

The kids loved Fun World Theme park,  they rode several kiddie rides, visited the haunted house, they were now playing in the bouncy house, when all the kids started saying they were hungry,  even little Patience. 

Maxwell took everyone to Dilights in downtown Ramsford,  it was one of Juliana's favorite restaurants, they ordered spaghetti and meatballs for the kids. Maxwell asked for 4 extra plats. For Patience and Julian, Zane, he put a spoonful of spaghetti, a small piece of garlic bread and a small amount of salad,

They all were amazed that all the smaller children ate all their food, especially Drake because Patience was very picky and oftentimes didn't eat.

Zane and Julian had very similar eating patterns. Maxwell phone rings 

"Hello beautiful,  I hope your trip is going well, oh glad to hear it, the guys and I took the kids out; can't wait until you get home love you."

Cameron started to cry, Maxwell went to the bathroom to check Cam's dipper and ask one of the staff members  if they could  his bottle.

"Thank you so much for this fun day with the kids, you have changed a lot since you meeting Juliana and had children." Liam said.

"Thank you buddy,   Jewel changed my whole life when she blessed me with Julian,  then Cameron I knew I had to change my ways to be a better man."

"Beaumont don't make me regret this, but you are a wonderful father and I'm learning a lot from you." Maxwell rushed over to Drake, thawing his arm around his shoulder. 

"I love you guys; best friends in the world, we should get them home, they're all worn out.

"Hey if you all want you all can stay over, it's after nearly 9, I'm sure the kids are pretty tired "

Once they got back to Max house, all the kids were sleeping, they put them to bed, then the guys met in the media room, they had a few drinks, watched a movie and talked.

________________

The next morning,  it was time to go to the airport to meet their wives, he was grateful for the friends he had but even more for his beautiful queen and his boys, he was pretty sure the guys felt the same.

He watched as Olivia came into sight first picking up Zane and hugging him, then she remembered her husband and pulled him in for a hug Rashad smiled because he knew how tough she acted, but she was so gentle with their son.

As soon as Hana emerged Drake wrapped his arm around her, and Patience hugged her leg until she picked her up .

Mia was attacked as soon as Liam and her boys saw her, they gave her a group hug.

Finally my beautiful wife stepped out, of course Julian was the first to hug her and then she grabbed Cam, and hugged me,right now everything feels right again.

_____________

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[kaedelabelle]

Maxwell Beaumont x MC (Kaede Labelle) fanfic [the royal romance]

Kaede woke up to the familiar sound of a knock on the heavy oak doors, “come in…’ she murmured sleepily. Peeking through the crack of the door was unmistakably Maxwell, with his bright blue eyes and cheeky wide grin that lights the dullest days up. “Maxwell, it’s 5am… can’t I sleep just a little bit longer? Kaede whined as she rolled over, clutching the warm duvet. “Well, I thought you personally could use some Maxwell Beaumont time with the one and only: MAXWELL BEAUMONT!!!” Maxwell shouted dramatically as he moonwalked towards her bed. Kaede said nothing but groaned in reply. Maxwell climbed energetically onto her bed and started jumping, missing Kaede’s head by millimetres. “ Okay, okay, Maxwell, I'm up, chill.” She sat up drowsily and made her way towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Kaede stepped out of the bathroom, but only to be greeted by an excited Maxwell. “Surprise!” Maxwell shouted, “ This dress is for you and you only, m’lady.” In the parcel was the most beautiful dress she’s ever seen, the silky aquamarine dress was embroidered with little squids, dotted with gleaming pearls. Kaede was stunned by the gorgeous dress, every seam and every embroidery, that’s when something caught her eye, steep pockets? The seams on the side of the pockets were messy but hardly seen. “M..Maxwell? Did you add a personal touch to the dress?” Maxwell blushed and replied, “Well, I thought you could use extra pockets, didn't everyone? I mean, I can ask the seamstress to take it off if you want…” “No, Maxwell, that’s so sweet, thank you! Let me try it on…” Kaede smiled as she gave him a short but fierce hug.

Moments later, Kaede reappeared with the aquamarine dress on her. Maxwell stepped back to admire her dress and she strikes a silly pose, “How do I look, Maxwell?” Maxwell grinned and put his thumbs up, “I don’t know which one is prettier, you or the dress. Come on, let’s go!” Maxwell shouted as he led her out of her room and to his.

“Before we go in, close your eyes.” Maxwell giggled as he shimmied from side to side. Kaede looked at him in disbelief, is he really STRESS DANCING? She decided to ignore that and closed her eyes instead. Maxwell held her hand as he led her into his room. When Kaede reopened her eyes, she couldn’t believe it, the plain little room was decorated with squid balloons, squid buntings, squid drawings, squid spoons and squid bowls? “We’re going to try every single Jello flavour with our Squid bowls and squid spoons!” Maxwell exclaimed Kaede scanned the room, from left to right, from the hand drawn squid king drawings to the hand drawn squid king buntings, then to Maxwell’s hopeful smile. She knew that smile was irresistible, “Thanks Maxwell, this is cute!” “CUTE? This is the despaired squid king, aka me! But since you like it, let’s eat JELLO” Kaede smiled at Maxwell’s energy and playfulness. As they walked towards the first bowl, Maxwell screamed, “WAIT KAEDE DO NOT TOUCH THE JELLO!” Kaede turned to look at him, wondering what was wrong. “Before I forget to give this to you..” Maxwell said as he took a squid necklace off his neck and put it on Kaede. Kaede blushed as his warm, smooth hand skimmed her neck, the necklace was still warm from him wearing it. “Now let’s get started.” Maxwell smiled. As Kaede walked towards the Jellos, she accidentally dropped her spoon. “Don’t worry, Kaede, you can share mine” Maxwell said calmly,

“Aaand that’s it!” Maxwell exclaimed as he awkwardly petted her head like a kitten. “Soooo, what’s next?” Kaede asked as she felt for her necklace. Maxwell looked down and murmured, “ I..I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else planned.” Kaede gave him a pat on his back, “Don’t you worry Maxwell, I had so much fun guessing jello flavours, and I got something planned for us if you’re up for it!” Maxwell nodded, grinning.

“Spin the bottle, truth or dare with you, Liam, Drake and Hana !” Kaede exclaimed. “Maxwell, go get our friends.”Now…where are the bottles?” As Kaede found a champagne bottle from the recycling box, she plopped on the ground, just as Maxwell hopped in with all their friends and spun the brown bottle. “Truth or dare, Liam?” Kaede chimed.

Hours later, one by one, all the friends soon left, leaving Kaede alone with Maxwell again. “Truth or dare,Maxwell?” Kaede asked. Maxwell picked truth . “Do you have a crush?” She asked mysteriously, Maxwell blushed as he buried his face in his arms, “No turning back!” Shouted Kaede. “Okay, yes I do…” Maxwell said. “Who? Tell me? Right now!” Kaede demanded. “That’s not the question.” Maxwell said, his face still bright red. That made Kaede frustrated, she leapt over to Maxwell, tackling him to the ground, so she was staring down at him, “F..Fine! I surrender! I surrender! I’ll tell you, it’s…” {TO BE CONTINUED}

fanfic by Kaede Labelle

[onlyboyzz]

Mor Mbaw for Man About Town Magazine SS23 issue photographed by Christian Oita