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Uma aventura cheia de tumbas amaldiçoadas, pragas antigas, caos no deserto, provocações afiadas, romance, sacrifícios, segredos e aquela energia perfeita de Granger, Malfoy e Nott tentando sobreviver a tudo, inclusive uns aos outros.
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E lembrem-se:
nunca sigam Theo Nott para uma tumba suspeita sem levar lanches.
This one-shot serves many purposes. For one, it is the fluff they deserve and an apology to them (and to you) for what I’ve put them through. I’m combining quite a few requests in this... from @kinda-iconic December challenge list, Day 10- Conflict, requested by @annekebbphotography, Day 13- Choice and Day 30 Midnight Kiss, both anonymous and also some dialogue prompts requested by @lodberg. Special shoutout to the Nonny that sent this title in! I wish I knew who you were so I could thank you properly! Tag list is at the end, if you would like to be added/moved/removed from any of the series I write for, you need only ask. My masterlist can be found in my bio because I don’t know if Tumblr is still being a butt. I hope you enjoy reading this floof fest as much as I enjoyed writing it and if you do, please like, comment or reblog. I appreciate every single note!
“Jen… Jen…” A voice whispered, breaking through Jennifer’s slumber. Unconsciously, she rolled onto her side and shifted closer to the middle of the bed, thinking Liam was finally climbing in beside her as she drifted back to sleep. “Jen… wake up, I have a question.” The voice continued, tapping her on the shoulder. That’s not Liam. Liam never called her Jen. She rolled back over toward the sound of the voice and slowly opened her eyes to see Maxwell sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled down at her, half of his face illuminated by the light streaming from downstairs into the darkened bedroom. “Hi. Do you have a sewing kit?”
Jennifer blinked slowly, her sleep addled brain not fully processing Maxwell’s words. “What?”
“Do you have a sewing kit?” Maxwell repeated. “Liam said he thought you had one, but he doesn’t know where it is. I need a needle.”
“Check the front closet.” Jennifer yawned, drawing the blanket over her face as she closed her eyes and snuggled into the mattress. There was a vague feeling of being patted on the head and Maxwell’s faraway voice telling her to go back to sleep as she dozed off again.
Her eyes flew open, finally registering what Maxwell said and she reached for her phone, charging on the nightstand to check the time. Almost midnight… Liam had gone ‘out’ with his two best friends for a night of billiards and drinking in the game room, so what would Maxwell need a needle for? More importantly, why did they bring the party to the apartment when there was a toddler and a nine month old sleeping upstairs?
Getting out of bed, Jennifer slipped her white dressing gown on over the silk chemise she wore to bed, the fitted fabric already slightly snug from the tiny bump of her growing belly. She tied the gown shut and left the bedroom, stopping to peek in the kid’s rooms to make sure they hadn’t been woken up before heading downstairs. Half-way down she glanced over into the living room, just in time to see Maxwell bring a sewing needle to Liam’s earlobe. “Don’t even think about it!” She shouted, scurrying down the remaining steps to the two men on the couch as Maxwell let out a yelp and jumped back.
“Ooh… busted.” Drake goaded from where he stood at the kitchen island, refilling his glass of whiskey.
“Hello my angel.” Liam smiled adoringly up at her. “Look at her my friends. Didn’t I say she looked like a beautiful angel in her new dressing gown?”
“You might’ve mentioned it two or five times.” Drake grumbled, joining them in the living room and taking a seat in the grey club chair to Liam and Maxwell’s left. “Before you start yelling, I want it known that I had no part in this.”
“You said he wouldn’t dare…” Maxwell argued. “Which everyone knows means ‘I triple dog dare you to do it’.”
Drake raised an eyebrow at Maxwell, huffing out a chuckle. “No, it means if he’s smart he won’t do it.”
“That’s not what you…” Maxwell began.
“Enough!” Jennifer hissed. Pausing, she placed her hand on her hip and squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before looking at them again. “Explain to me how three grown men came to the conclusion that driving a sewing needle through the King’s earlobe was a responsible thing to do! And in the middle of the night too! I swear to all that is holy, if any of you wake the kids up you are all dead men.”
“I just said I had no part in it. I can’t help it if they didn’t listen.” Drake took a sip of his whiskey, avoiding her gaze as he mumbled against the glass. “You’re the one who’s gonna wake up your kids…”
Raising her eyebrows, Jennifer leaned forward, pivoting her head slightly to bring her ear closer to Drake. “What was that?” Drake grumbled a response she couldn’t hear as Liam stood, stepping around the coffee table to reach out for her as he opened his mouth to speak. “And you.” She pointed at her husband, cutting off his words and putting a stop to his embrace. “You know damn well we have to leave for Valtoria in five hours to open the Candyland festival, which means I have to get up in three hours to get myself and the kids ready. It’s bad enough you come traipsing in here in the middle of the night, lights blazing with them sleeping upstairs, but then you have to wake up your pregnant wife for this nonsense.” Biting his lip, Liam tucked his chin to his chest, looking up at her through his lashes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Piercing your ear of all things.” She continued. “What were you thinking? What would the press say when they saw you? What would you tell your children when they asked, Daddy why do you look like a pirate?”
“Well…” Liam grimaced. “I hadn’t planned on wearing a gold hoop.”
“Or a skull and crossbones!” Maxwell chimed in.
Lips pressed together, Jennifer narrowed her eyes at Liam’s horrible attempt to diminish the smile that was twitching on his lips as Drake and Maxwell barely contained their laughter. They might appreciate his joke, but she certainly didn’t. “You’re not funny.” She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side. “Did you even sterilize the needle? Or were you hoping to add infection to the mix?”
“Man…” Maxwell muttered from the couch. “you’re cranky when you’re pregnant.”
Her muscles stiffened and she curled her fingers into fists, her manicured nails, longer than usual from the pre-natal vitamins she was taking digging into her palm. I’ll show you cranky, she thought as Liam quickly stepped forward, protectively placing his hand on her stomach while glaring at Maxwell. He didn’t think it was so funny now... “Watch yourself Lord Beaumont. That is my wife you are speaking to.” She placed her hand over his, thankful for the support and also for stopping her from ripping Maxwell’s face off.
Drake whistled, raising his eyebrows with his wide eyes watching Jennifer. “Bad choice of words Maxwell. Never, ever, bring up cranky and pregnant. Believe me, I learned that lesson the hard way. On that note…” Drake slapped his palms against his thighs and stood from his chair. “When Liam busts out the titles, it’s time to go. See you all in five hours.” He mocked, waving his hands before looking down at Maxwell and jerking his thumb towards the door. “Let’s go. It’s not safe for you here.”
Maxwell’s eyes darted from Drake to Jennifer and back again. “Good call Buddy. Also, I applaud the use of the jazz hands. It was an excellent choice.” Standing, Maxwell scrunched his nose at Jennifer sheepishly. “I don’t really think you’re cranky Jen. You’re a beautiful ray of sunshine and I’m sorry I almost maimed Liam… but he totally said I could do it!”
“Oh for the love…” Drake grumbled, pushing Maxwell across the room. He opened the door and Maxwell slipped out as Drake turned to the couple, bringing his hand to his forehead in a salute. “Have a good night you two.”
The door shut behind them and Liam stepped to stand in front of Jennifer, pouting adorably as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Please don’t be mad at me My Love. Maxwell was rather enthusiastic, and my judgement was clouded by drink.”
Encased in his muscled frame, the heat from his body seeped into her skin, settling in her lower abdomen. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she looked up at him, willing herself not to lean forward to pull his pouted lower lip between her teeth. “And could…” She croaked, pausing to clear her throat. Damn him and his effect on her without even trying. She was supposed to be mad at him, not melting into a puddle of hormones and lust. “Could Maxwell convince you of anything just because you had a few drinks?”
“I think history proves that is not the case.” Liam chuckled. “To be honest, part of me wanted to see how far he would take it. I fully intended to stop him before he actually poked me.” He shrugged. “Worst case scenario I would have a hole in my ear for a few weeks.”
“Liam…” Jennifer chided with a furrowed brow as Liam pressed his fingers into her lower back, making her moan softly as he gently massaged her aching muscles. “How am I being the appropriate one here?”
“Because you My Queen, are a woman of grace and poise.” He leaned down, tilting his head to place a gentle kiss to her lips. “I want to show you something.” Taking her hand, he ignored her protests that they had a long day ahead of them as he led her up the stairs, across their bedroom and through the French doors that led to their balcony.
The moon was high in the sky, shining brightly and larger than usual, surrounded by countless stars glittering against the cloudless night. “Look at those stars…” Jennifer gaped.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Liam stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and she leaned against his chest, resting her head in the hollow of his neck as he began to sway back and forth. She heard the grandfather clock chime twelve downstairs as his lips brushed her ear, raising goosebumps across her skin. “I would pull every star from the sky for you if I could.”
Turning to face him, she ran her hands up his arms and across his shoulders, lacing her fingers together at the back of his neck as his hands settled on her waist. “I don’t need the stars Liam. I just need you.”
“You have me Jennifer. Always.” Liam smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Close your eyes.” She complied, missing the warmth of his arms around her instead of the kiss she expected as he let her go. “Keep them closed.” He whispered. His touch ghosted around her neck, making her shiver as his fingers tickled the fine hairs at the base of her skull. Liam’s hands trailed down her arms and she opened her eyes, looking down to see an incredibly large blue oval sapphire, surrounded by diamonds and dangling from a platinum chain. “In the light, it’s the exact color of your eyes.”
“Liam…” She marveled, momentarily at a loss for words. “It’s breathtaking. This is too much… it must have cost a fortune.”
He tucked his fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face gently to kiss her softly. “Jennifer, you are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep, and my truest love. You are my soulmate, my best friend, my fiercest protector and the mother of my children. You have given me more than I have ever dreamed of and there is nothing I could give you that would ever be ‘too much’.” Looking down, she reached up and held the massive stone in her palm, feeling it’s weight. “I believe the sapphire is just over forty carats and the diamonds total around ten. I hope it’s not too heavy.” Jennifer looked up at him in disbelief and a deep frown creased his brow. “Do you not like it My Love? We can pick something else out if you’d prefer.”
“Are you kidding?! I love it, it’s amazing.” Pouting, she placed her hand against his cheek. “It’s just… it’s still a few weeks ‘til Christmas and some of your gifts aren’t ready yet.”
“You don’t have to get me anything Jennifer, you being my wife is gift enough.” Liam laughed. “But I know you will regardless of what I say and I will adore anything you give me. I intended to wait until Christmas to give this to you, but I picked it up from the jeweler earlier today and I simply couldn’t resist giving it to you now. Don’t worry, there will still be gifts under the tree for you to open.”
“Don’t you dare get me anything else.” She warned, pulling back.
Covering his mouth, Liam faked a deep yawn. “Better get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow after all.” Smiling, he winked and cupped his palm against her bump for a moment before turning to enter their bedroom.
“Liam! I’m serious!” She called, following him into the room. He ignored her, walking into his closet to remove the day’s clothes. After a stop in the bathroom, she re-entered the bedroom to find Liam, splayed out beneath the covers, snoring softly in an unconvincing act of sleep. “I know you’re faking.” A smile crossed his lips and she reached up to release the clasp on the necklace, placing it on her dressing table before removing her dressing gown, laying the garment on the upholstered bench seat at the foot of the bed. Climbing in beside him, she snuggled against his side, laying her head on his bare chest as he draped his arm across her shoulders. “I don’t want you spending more money on Christmas gifts for me Liam. The necklace is already above and beyond.”
“Love, I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives. Surely you won’t begrudge me for that.”
“No, I suppose not.” Jennifer chuckled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it and I really do love the necklace.”
“I’m glad.” Liam’s arm tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head, resting his other hand on her waist. “Now, get some sleep. And make sure to wake me to help with the children.”
She closed her eyes and burrowed her face in his neck, inhaling his scent as she kissed below his ear, making him shiver beneath her. “Hey Liam? I love you.”
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Standing in his dressing room in front of the full length mirror, Liam adjusts the lapels of his grey suit, happy that he paired it with a white shirt for a timeless look. Today is the day he will tell the world he is going to be a father and he wants to look perfect… commanding, yet young and modern.
He had always known he would have children one day, it was his duty as part of the royal family. And when he knew he was going to be King, producing an heir became of the utmost importance. He never could have imagined that he would do so with the love of his life.
Love and romance was never something he envisioned for himself… until he met Jennifer. And after everything his father had done, everything that threatened to tear them apart, he would be standing on the dais with her at his side. Just the thought brought a smile to his face and filled him with such joy he feared his heart would burst from his chest.
The days she spent in Lythikos had been hard, for them both. Liam had done his best to keep busy, but his thoughts kept drifting to her. It wasn’t only because they were apart, with their respective duties and obligations they had spent nights alone before, it was that she was afraid, and he wasn’t there with her.
When he asked Leo to check in on her, he hadn’t been sure it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want her to feel like he told her secret, but ultimately, his concern won out and he told Leo the bare minimum… that she mentioned she hadn’t slept well. As it turned out, he didn’t need to say anything, his brother noticed she was having a hard time on his own and spent the night on a chair in her room, all so she could feel safe and sleep peacefully. Perhaps Leo really was ready to step up, his actions certainly said so and Liam couldn’t be more grateful that he was there for his wife and child.
Thinking of the day she came home, of the smile that stretched her full lips across her cheeks and the way her eyes danced before she wrapped her arms around him, he knew she missed him as much as he missed her, and he can’t suppress the grin that tugged at his own lips. He chuckles, remembering the disappointed pout on her face when he told her their friends and Regina were joining them for dinner and they couldn’t retire to their apartment right then and there.
At dinner, she had been the picture of an attentive host to Maxwell, Hana, Leo, Madeleine and Regina, all while her hand kept moving up his thigh under the table, no matter how many times he grasped it with a warning look. It didn’t matter, every lick of her lips caught his attention and every whisper in his ear caused the hairs on the back of his neck to tingle, until every inch of him ached with need for her. Just when he feared any further teasing would make standing up a very awkward situation for all parties present, she feigned exhaustion from the trip, asking him to kindly escort her to their rooms so she could rest. From the look of her, it was all she could do to say goodnight courteously before leading him through the palace halls… neither of them got much sleep that night.
The memory brings with it a rush of heat and he sees his cheeks flush in the mirror before turning away. The picnic was starting soon, and the press had already gathered in front of the palace, that line of thinking would have to wait. His eyes scan the bookshelf sized tie rack before choosing one that’s the perfect shade of Cordonian blue and another in a deep shade of pink since Jennifer was convinced they were having a girl. The pink would be a bold move, subtly telling the press what the baby’s sex was when they didn’t know themselves, but he would ask her which one she preferred, knowing she would say the blue one because it brought out his eyes.
Studying the two ties hanging in his hands, he walks across the bedroom to his wife’s own dressing room, stopping in the doorway. “Which one do you like better?” He asks her, his breath catching when he looks up to find her staring at her reflection in her full length mirror with a critical eye. She looks positively radiant, with her long brown hair cascading down her back in soft curls and her sun-kissed skin looking even more golden against the stark white of her knee length dress. “Wow… you are stunning.”
Jennifer looks over her shoulder and smiles, “You like it?” she asks. “Hana designed it. I told her I wanted something simple.” She turns back to the mirror, her fingers trailing the thin white satin sash that’s cinched just below her breasts, making the rest of the fabric flow loosely over her bump.
“The dress is lovely, but I was referring to you.” Liam slings both ties across the back of his neck and closes the distance between them. Standing behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist and turns his head slightly to brush his lips across her ear before whispering, “You are breathtaking My Queen.” His lips part, kissing down her neck with the tip of his tongue just barely grazing the soft skin before resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Don’t torture me…” Jennifer moans in a low voice as her eyes close. Draping her arm across his, she turns slightly to face him, resting her flushed cheek against his as her free hand cups the back of his neck, her nails scratching his scalp as she threads her fingers through his hair.
Sighing happily with a content grin, he pulls her closer, her back pressed tightly against his chest as he breathes in her intoxicating scent… like fresh flowers with a hint of vanilla. Her perfume brought him peace and comfort and had the power to bring him to his knees, making his heart flutter and exciting him to the point it was all he could do to keep his hands off her. This is my world… in the end, this is all that matters… he thinks as he holds his wife and child, the only sound their synchronized breathing as they enjoy their moment of peace.
The sound of someone knocking at the door downstairs reaches Liam’s ears, breaking him out of his tranquility. Jennifer groans in disappointment and he hears Chance’s nails skitter across the wood floor of the bedroom behind them before he thumps down each stair to continue barking at the door.
“I guess that’s our cue.” Jennifer sighs, turning in his arms. Reaching up, she grasps the loose ends of the ties hanging around his neck, using them to pull his mouth to her soft lips. She kisses him, slow and deep, ignoring the continued noise from downstairs before pulling back. “We’re going to have to try to break him of that before the baby comes.” Liam nods in agreement, pulling the ties from his neck. “I’ll go get the door while you finish up.” She says before walking toward the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and adds, “Wear the blue one, it brings out your eyes.” She winks, giving him a flirty smile before leaving the room and with a chuckle, he turns to the mirror to affix the blue tie.
With their hands linked together, they walk through the seemingly endless halls with Landon, Liam’s personal press secretary chirping instructions in his ear the whole way and Chance trotting at their heels. Listening to the man drone on, Liam envied Jennifer’s lack of her own. They had interviewed dozens of candidates since the wedding, but his wife claimed she wasn’t happy with any of them. They didn’t have enough experience, they were too young, too old, she didn’t like their voice… He knew the real reason of course, she couldn’t trust any of them after what Justin, or rather, Anton had done. She was doing remarkably well on her own, the people and the press loved her, but as he explained, it wasn’t a matter of her ability, it was that she needed someone to schedule and plan her appearances. Landon loved to talk but he was damn good at his position and had been trying his best to attend to them both, putting a strain on the poor man when he had his hands full with Liam alone in normal circumstances.
Finally reaching the entrance hall, Jennifer turns to Liam with a warm smile, her eyes glistening as she fights back what he hopes are happy tears. “Are you ready tell the world?”
“Absolutely.” He answers, bringing their joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment since you said, ‘Yes, a thousand times yes’.” Her smile widens, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she blinks. He reaches up, using the pad of his thumb to softly brush the tear away, “Are you ready, My Love?” She nods, taking a deep breath as the doors are opened.
It was no surprise that since they married, the press had run wild with speculation of a coming heir. In fact, if one listened to the tabloids, Jennifer was pregnant with his child as early as the end of his and Madeleines engagement tour, and that was one of the reasons he broke things off with her. Given how many times they had made love it wasn’t that far-fetched of an idea, they hadn’t exactly been careful after all. Luckily, that didn’t happen, and they were able to obtain a retraction to the story.
After their wedding, every picture of Jennifer had been discussed on air, looking for the slightest indication of a baby bump under her clothing… god forbid she ate a large meal. Just two months into their marriage, a candid photo of Liam with his hand on her stomach reached the airwaves, bringing with it weeks of theories from so called experts, then another couple of weeks of disappointment when it was confirmed she wasn’t pregnant.
Now, with Jennifer out of the public eye for a little over a month, the attention to a possible heir ran rampant again, and they were expecting a large turnout at the picnic. Still, nothing could have prepared them for the sight in front of the palace… the sheer volume of cameras and microphones is staggering. It’s as if every reporter, photographer and noble has come to hear his statement.
With beaming smiles plastered to their faces, they wave at the crowd as cameras flash, the press already lobbing questions in their direction. Jennifer’s dress hid her bump just enough at first glance but anyone who looked twice would see that she was pregnant, and the slightest breeze would betray her condition in a heartbeat. Liam knew he had to act quickly to bring the attention to himself, and so, he steps forward with a smile, raising his hand to quiet the voices.
“Thank you all for joining us in celebration of a season which has always been dear in my heart. Spring is a time when the Earth awakens from Winter’s slumber, bringing with it new life… and new beginnings.” Turning his gaze to his left and a few paces behind, he feels his smile widen as he looks at his beautiful wife, her blue eyes sparkling in the mid-morning sun and a beaming smile on her full lips. Reaching out his hand for hers, he pauses, waiting for her to take it and step up beside him before turning back to the crowd and continuing, “It is in that spirit that Queen Jennifer and I are elated to officially announce that we are expecting our first child.”
The air explodes with cheers and applause, the thousands of camera flashes all but blinding them as they pose for the photos. Liam wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side as he reaches up his hand to cup her cheek before leaning in to kiss her softly. Pulling back and resting his forehead against hers, he can see the flashes seemingly double out of the corner of his eye as every photographer tries to capture the moment. “I think it’s safe to say they’re happy about our news.” He chuckles.
“Who?” She smiles. “All I see is you.”
“To the Crown Prince or Princess!” Maxwell’s voice rings out from the crowd. Other well-wishers join his exclamation as the press begins shouting questions.
“Will you release the sex of the baby?”
“Queen Jennifer! What is the due date?”
“What’s it like to know you’re insuring Cordonia’s future?”
Liam breaks his gaze from Jennifer and turns back to the crowd with a smile, “We know that you are all as excited as we are, but for now, please join the Queen and I on the back lawn for refreshments and entertainment, for we have many reasons to celebrate.” With a final wave, he escorts Jennifer back into the palace.
“Phew!” Jennifer breathes out. “I am so glad that’s over. Now we can party!”
“Yes.” Liam agrees, whistling for Chance to follow them as they begin walking through the halls to exit on the back lawn. “And now you no longer have to be a prisoner in your own home.”
She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, “Eh, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I was happy to do it, so you could have your moment.”
“Our moment.” He returns, holding out his arm as they reach the doors. “If you would allow me to be your escort my queen.”
Gasping, she places her hand on her chest, looking up at him in feigned astonishment. “I would be honored, my king.” Shaking his head with a chuckle, he presses a kiss to her temple as she smiles, hooking her arm into his before he leads them out the doors to greet their guests.
