#maxton hall fanfiction

[itsgreti]

UNSPOKEN FEELINGS

pairing. james beaufort x f!reader

summary. james realizes he has deeper feelings for lydia's best friend.

warning. slight cursing, mentions of cheating

word count. 1.4k

a/n: i just watched maxton hall and felt the urge to write a quick fic. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me! (divider is made by rookthornesartistry)

The prestigious campus of Maxton Hall Boarding School was a world itself, where the rich teenage life unfolded in all its complexity. Among its many students were James Beaufort, the charming and popular heartthrob, and his twin sister Lydia, known for her big mouth, but besides that, intelligence. (Y/N) was Lydia's best friend since they were toddlers, and because of that she often finds herself in the company of the Beauforts. Despite this, (Y/N) felt like a shadow, always in the background and unnoticed by James. His attractive presence draws attention, as he walks around the hallway, towering over others, always surrounded by admirers. Like everyone in the school, (Y/N) also had a crush on him, but she knew she would always be only his little sister’s friend. And she had long accepted that.

The (Y/L/N) family is famous internationally, because of their luxurious, high-quality dresses. They often collaborate with the market-leading fashion brand, Young Beaufort. But (Y/N) usually wished for just a simple way of life, without fame. All the children, who inherit their family’s legacy, are burdened by the weight of expectations and pressure.

To make things worse, it was a chilly afternoon when (Y/N)'s world shattered. She had been dating a boy from another school, a relationship that seemed promising but ended in betrayal and heartbreak. The boy had just played with her, and thrown away her without a second thought. (Y/N) was devastated and hurt.

Lydia was away on a school trip, leaving (Y/N) with her emotions alone. She wandered the campus aimlessly, eventually finding an isolated bench near the gardens, where she let the tears flow freely.

Unaware of (Y/N), James had noticed her distressed state from afar. He had been passing by when he saw her sitting alone, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Concerned, he approached quietly, unsure of how to begin.

"(Y/N)," he said softly, startling them. "Are you okay?"

(Y/N) quickly wiped her tears, attempting to make herself presentable. "Oh, James. I'm fine. Just... having a rough day."

James sat down beside her, his expression gentle but insistent. "You don't look fine. What happened?"

The unexpected kindness in his voice broke through (Y/N)'s defences. She looked at him, eyes filled with pain, and sighed. "It's just... this guy I was dating. He turned out to be a jerk. He used me and then just... dumped me."

James's jaw tightened, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Who is he?"

"It doesn’t matter. He’s not from Maxton Hall." (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

When James heard the pain in her voice, he decided to deal with her now, and it will be enough later to get to know about that asshole. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). You didn't deserve that."

(Y/N) shook her head, feeling small and insignificant. "I should have seen it coming. I'm not exactly someone would notice."

James frowned, shifting closer. "That's not true. People notice you, (Y/N). I notice you."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "You... notice me?" she said with irony.

James was confused, but nodded, his gaze sincere. "Of course I do." (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat hearing those words. "You're important to Lydia, which makes you important to me. And beyond that, you're a great person. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life."

The warmth in his words and the intensity of his gaze made (Y/N) feel a flicker of hope. She had always seen James as someone out of reach, but here he was, sitting beside her, offering comfort and understanding.

"Thank you, James," she whispered, feeling the weight of her sadness begins to lift. "It means a lot."

James smiled softly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze hers. "I do care about you, (Y/N). And if that guy couldn't see how amazing you are, then he's the one who's missing out."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the cold air around them a sharp contrast to the warmth blossoming in (Y/N)'s heart. James's presence was a balm to their wounded soul, a reminder that she was not alone.

"Do you want to talk more about it?" James asked, his voice gentle. "Or maybe we can just sit here for a while. Whatever you need."

(Y/N) smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude and a newfound connection. "Sitting here is nice. Thank you, James," she said feeling his arms pull her into a hug.

As they sat together, (Y/N) realized that maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about James’s emotions towards her. Perhaps he had been seeing her all along, and in this moment of weakness, she had realised that her feelings for her had not changed over the years.

The weeks following that emotional afternoon saw a gradual but significant shift in the dynamics between James and (Y/N). Where once their interactions were only about polite nods and casual greetings, now there were shared moments, conversations, and a growing sense of friendship.

James found himself looking forward to seeing (Y/N) more than he ever anticipated. Her presence was comforting, her laughter infectious, and her perspectives refreshing. He was drawn to (Y/N) in a way that was new and unexpected, and it unsettled him in the best possible way. He finally had to admit that he had lied to himself all the years when he said he didn’t care about (Y/N).

(Y/N) felt the change too. She was still close to Lydia, but now James seemed to seek her out independently. He'd join them for lunch, walk with them between classes, and even invite them to hang out with his friends, to where (Y/N) always refused to go and eventually Lydia accepted it. It was confusing but exhilarating.

One evening, while Lydia was busy with her extracurricular activities, James invited (Y/N) to study with him at a cosy coffee shop off-campus. They settled into a quiet corner, books and notebooks spread out before them.

"You know," James said, looking up from his notes, "I never realized how much fun studying could be until I started doing it with you."

(Y/N) laughed softly, their cheeks flushing. "I have never thought that once in my lifetime I will hear that from the mouth of James Beaufort, but I think you just enjoy the coffee and the company."

James smiled, but there was a depth to his gaze that made (Y/N) look away shyly. "You're right about that. But it's more than that. You're different, (Y/N). In a good way. You make everything better."

(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable. "Thanks. Spending time with you isn't that bad either."

As the weeks went on, James's feelings for (Y/N) deepened. He found himself thinking about her at odd times, daydreaming about their future conversations, and feeling jealous when he saw her with others. It was during one of these moments when he saw (Y/N) laughing with Cyril, that he realized the truth: he had fallen for (Y/N).

The next day, James asked (Y/N) to meet him in the gardens where they had first bonded. The air was cool, the sky painted with the hues of sunset.

"(Y/N)," James began, taking a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you."

(Y/N) looked at him, concern flickering in their eyes. "What is it?"

"I've been thinking a lot, and I realized something important," he continued, his voice steady but his heart racing. "That day when you sat with me here, something changed for me. Spending time with you, getting to know you better... I've come to realize that I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings."

(Y/N) stared at him, her breath catching in their throat. "James, I... I-"

James stepped closer, his eyes locked on her. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know how I feel. Whatever you decide, our friendship means a lot to me, and I don't want to lose that."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, but they were tears of happiness and relief. "James, I feel the same way. I've liked you for a long time, but I never thought you'd feel the same."

James's face broke into a radiant smile, and he reached out to gently hold (Y/N)'s face in his hands. With that, James leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a perfect blend of nervous excitement and genuine affection.

As they pulled away, both of them breathless and smiling, James whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

(Y/N) smiled back, her eyes shining with happiness. "Me too."

[2old4this8]

Like a Moth to a Flame (part 1)

"You came," he says, and he can hear the surprise mixing with relief in his own voice.

"I was thinking…" she starts and James nods, intrigued and a bit amused because when is Ruby Bell not thinking? She pauses, eyes still fixed on him, and James knows that whatever she says next will decide where they go from here.

"I think the past is... overrated."

Something in James settles at her words.

So this is it. He won’t have to pretend he doesn't know her, won’t have to pretend that whatever this is, this charged tension between them, doesn't intrigue him.

It feels good to know it's not one-sided.

Ruby doesn't get thrown in the pool. Canon divergence from the party scene in episode 3. A four-part story plus epilogue.

Read part 1 here.

My thanks to cherrycourage for her stellar beta-reading.

NOW COMPLETE

5 chapters, 21k, rated E

[tacosandflowers]

Anyone in this tiny fandom interested in beta reading some fic? It’s short, it’s canon, it would be nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of / enjoy playing in this world with me.

[evermoresversion]

JAMES BEAUFORT'S MASTERLIST.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saffrongin]

I only have two fics with similar vibes to this scene from Maxton Hall

Forget Heroes and Monsters - WIP, 77k, updates every two weeks

Healer Draco is very protective of his amnesiac patient, Hermione Granger. He desperately wants to save her from anyone, and most importantly, from herself.

Tastes and Cunt and Wine - complete, 75k

He has a "where's my wife?" moment.

[ursemma]

First time.

James Beaufort × fem! reader

Summary: loosing virginity to your boyfriend.

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

Based on this ask

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pleasure was overwhelming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[andyxcds]

just finished maxton hall and all I need is one long jily fic rn

[gosusu123]

Fanfiction authors/writers who have watched Maxton Hall and have read the first book or at least know what happens at the end: I have an idea for a James Beaufort x female reader one shot about that specific sequence of scenes and I’d like to know if you’re willing to write about it. If you are, please comment on this post or send me a message.

[gimmiesophiebaek]

Spirits Ch. 17 & 18

A two in one special on this Wednesday!

[uniquexusposts]

The politician's daughter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t even know me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

Amelia nodded understandingly. “Must be tough.”

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

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

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

“If I know, I would tell.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enjoying the attention?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[itsgreti]

DRUNK CONFESSIONS

pairing. james beaufort x f!reader

summary. (Y/N) and james have been best friends since childhood, but a drunken confession at a party reveals (Y/N)'s hidden feelings for him.

warning. alcohol consumption

word count. 1k

a/n: english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me!

(Y/N) and James Beaufort had been inseparable since they were children, growing up side by side. Lydia, James's energetic sister, was the third musketeer in their trio. They were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the halls of the Beaufort estate daily. Their families, long-time friends with a history that stretched back generations, only strengthened their bond, gathering together for holiday celebrations, or Sunday picnics.

As they grew older, (Y/N)'s feelings for James deepened. She found herself captivated by his character and stared longer at him than she should have. However, she didn’t dare to tell it aloud, fearing it could affect their friendship. And so, she buried her feelings deep within her heart.

One evening, one of their friends throws a party after the exam period, inviting the whole of Maxton Hall. (Y/N) decided to release the stress and she soon found herself consumed by a heavy amount of alcohol, blurring the edges of her consciousness. Darting from one group to another, she lost track of time as she danced and mingled with the crowd, her laughter ringing out in joy.

Throughout the evening, James kept a watchful eye on (Y/N), his protective instincts kicking in as he noticed her growing intoxicated state. He made sure to stay close, subtly guiding her away from the masses and ensuring she always had a glass of water nearby. Now and then, he would catch her eye from across the room, offering her a reassuring smile.

But James soon realised her dizziness coming too far and gently supported (Y/N) as she swayed slightly on her feet.

"Whoa there," he chuckled softly, steadying her with a firm grip on her arm. "I think you've had enough for today."

(Y/N) giggled, the sound tinged with a hint of mischief as she leaned against him for support. "Nonsense," she protested playfully. "I could drink a whole barrel and still be standing!"

James chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I highly doubt that," he teased, he guided her gently to the waiting car with Percy, the Beaufort twins' loyal chauffeur, at the wheel. "Let's get you home before you decide to put that theory to the test."

Holding (Y/N)'s dozy form in his arms, James whispered comforting words of reassurance as Percy navigated the winding roads home.

Once inside the (Y/L/N) residence, James led (Y/N) through the grand hallway, her steps uncertain with each stumble. With tender care, he guided her to the comfort of her room, his heart heavy with unspoken words.

But as he turned to leave, (Y/N)'s voice pierced the silence, her words slurred by the haze of drunkenness. "James," she whispered, her eyes clouded with tears. "I... I have something to tell you."

James froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers in a moment of raw vulnerability.

"What is it, (Y/N)? Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night.

Tears spilt from (Y/N)'s eyes as she stumbled over her words, her confession tumbling out in a murmur of drunken desperation. "I... I have feelings for you, James," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been feeling this way for a while now..."

James's heart clenched with a mixture of longing and regret. James's feelings for (Y/N) were a symphony of emotions, admiration, and a love that had quietly taken root in the depths of his soul, just like she did. From the earliest days of their friendship, he found himself drawn to her infectious laughter and the way her presence brought light and warmth into his life.

But instead of succumbing to the temptation of the moment, James took a step back, his hands trembling with restraint. "Oh, (Y/N)," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You don't know how much I wish..." But before he let himself finish his sentence, he refused to take advantage of the defencelessness of his best friend. "(Y/N), you don’t know what are you talking about. Go and sleep it off."

The next morning dawned with the harsh light of reality, (Y/N) waking to the dull ache of a pounding headache and the sharp pang of regret. She found herself suffocated with a sense of shame, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the memory of her drunken confession to James.

Avoiding him became her sole mission, her footsteps quickening whenever she caught sight of his familiar figure in the school hallways. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. One fateful afternoon, as (Y/N) hurried around a corner, her heart leapt into her throat as she collided with James, her books scattered across the floor in a chaotic symphony of clattering pages. As she looked up, her eyes widened, she found James gazing down at her with a gentle smile, his outstretched hand offering her help. Once they stood up, (Y/N) met with his eyes for the first time in a long time.

"(Y/N)," he greeted softly, his eyes searching hers.

"James, I..." she began, her voice trembling with regret. "I'm so sorry about the night. I didn't mean to-"

Before she could finish her apology, James stepped forward, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. Her heart pounding in her chest. "Shh," he whispered, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But I-"

James silenced her with a gentle kiss, his lips tender against hers. At that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a bubble of warmth and affection.

When they finally parted, (Y/N) gazed up at him, her eyes wide with wonder. "James, I... I didn't know..."

He smiled a softness in his gaze that melted her heart. "You don't have to say anything, (Y/N)," he murmured. "I've felt the same way for a long time."

Tears welled in (Y/N)'s eyes, emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "I never imagined..."

James brushed away her tears with a gentle thumb. "Sometimes, the best things in life are the ones we least expect," he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty.

[2old4this8]

This love (it's alright)

Alistair meant what he said to James. He wanted to sit at the far back of the large room and sleep off his hangover, maybe even try and forget his heartbreak at the memory of Kesh smiling while he flirted with Camille the night before. That was the plan anyway. But then James decided this was the day he had to go and be an asshole and make it everyone's problem.

So here Alistair was trying to mind his own business, and James had to go and poke the bear.

The bear being Ruby.

Alternative PoV of the Q&A scene in Oxford in episode six.

Many thanks to @cherrycourage and @missbmc94

for the beta-reading. All mistakes are mine.

Title is from The Love I Give, by Rhodes. One shot, 3k words, minor swearing, original character.

Read the story here.

[tacosandflowers]

That show got me writing fanfiction again, lol I forgot how much work this is. Once I clean it up I’ll post to ao3?

[monostardust]

Y'all I just finished Maxton hall and damn. I need more. I mean 6 episodes were fine and enough for 1 season but I need season 2 asap. And I know this is gonna be the typical be with each other but something comes up so we break up then we can't be without each other so love prevails and evil parent realizes that too trope. But like it's been so long since I watched something typical be so good, do you understand how many rewatch and different adaptation of the og Hana yori dango manga I've watched? All five of them all from different countries and it's entertaining as always. But Maxton hall gave me a female lead that isn't actually clueless of what the rich famous hot boy feels for her?? And she isn't in denial of her feelings for him either?? And he's not an excessive bully like Doa Ming Si/Goo Jun-Pyo/Domyoji/Thyme?? And he's also upfront about what he feels for her rather than just bullying her over and over again?? And there's no love triangle that doesn't go anywhere??? YES. I AM SO SOLD. You know how long I've been waiting for this (insert Gambit meme)?? This is my new love and I'm gonna be gulping and snorting any fanfiction of this from now on.

[ur-lil-flo]

get-to-know-me v2.0

Hi, Flo here! This is a new post, because I thought it'd be better to make a new one than to re-write the old one and confuse everyone. Also, I saw some new people following me, so hi guys, and let's get right into it!

I post and talk about writing, shows and movies I watch (TSITP, OBX, Young Royals, RWRB, Maxton Hall, and more...), mental health, music, and I also post edits from time to time.

Some important info about me:

✨️ writer - I've been writing poems for about 15 years and prose since I learned to write. I've always been fascinated by words and the way they work, I love telling stories, and my head is always full of new ideas. I also write fanfiction from time to time and actively participate in Fandom Combats on ao3.

✨️ editor - I love-love-love making edits, and I wish I had more time for it! Feel free to check them out here

✨️ ict student - I love coding, because it's creative, and you can make literally any app, or website, or program from scratch!

✨️ barista - mastering the art of latte hearts!

✨️ traveler - I moved to another country alone to study when I was 16, and I guess that's when it all started! For the past few years I tried to travel as much as I could (new places in my city, other cities & other countries). My bucket list for traveling is endless, and I'm always looking to expand it, so feel free to drop any suggestions/favourite places!

✨️ study freak and language learner - well, it's pretty self-explanatory!

what else? hmm...

I love analyzing things and making them work, and I enjoy long meaningful conversations. Dm me if you think we have something in common!

That's it for now, I'll be happy to chat and meet new people!

~ xoxo, Flo

[air-bison-yip-yip]

Hi!! I just finished reading your fanfiction on Maxton Hall! I love it and I hope you continue to writing more! If you’re still accepting prompts, can you please write one where Ruby sees James after she hears the news of his mom? Or any hurt/comfort stories of James/Ruby where Ruby takes care of or comforts James? Maybe after a physical altercation with his dad or even a fight at school

Thanks so much!!