#king maxon

[spooningwithmaxon]

That’s it. That’s the whole book.

[call-to-the-wyatt]

The Selection Oneshot- Dancing in the rain

Lila was on her way to bring tea to the women’s room as she saw King Maxon running there. She tried to keep the tray she was holding balanced as the king ran pass her and she tripped.

The king apologized to Lila, and after two seconds he continued running to the women’s room- where he knew his wife will be.

Maxon stopped by the door, trying to regulate his breathe as fast as possible.

The officer by the door was Aspen, of course, who tried not to laugh at the rushing king.

“Can I get in?” Maxon asked as he breathed regularly again.

“Wait, I need to ask” Aspen said with a smile on his face, trying not to laugh. As Lila came, he grabbed her shoulder. “Can you ask the Queen if the King can come in?” He asked her, and Lila nodded.

Lila came in and served the tea to America and her friends, and just before she left she remembered Aspen’s request. “My Queen, can the King come in?” Lila whispered in her ear.

America giggled at the request. She still found the way men can come in the women’s room funny. “Yes, he can” she told Lila with a smile on her face.

Only a minute later, Maxon broke in to the women’s room and went stright to America, with a smile smeared across his face and shiny eyes. “Would you come with me, my dear? It’s raining”

America’s face suddenly had a similar look to the one on her husband’s face. She grabbed his hand and ran with him along the halls.

They reached the roof, and America leaned backwards and laughed as Maxon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She straightened up as the laugh faded on her lips, putting her hand on Maxon’s shoulder as he took her hand in his.

They started dancing to the sound of the rain around them. They got wet to the bone, of course, and they were probably going to be sick, but they couldn’t care less. It was raining and they were together, dancing on the roof, kissing and laughing.

Maxon turned America around, then pulled her back to him and kissed her. Ugh, the kisses. Since their wedding they were kissing as if every kiss can be their last one. But anyways, back to the story.

America smiled into the kiss and broke it with a giggle. She looked into Maxon’s eyes, the same chocolate-brown eyes she dived into so many times; and he looked into America’s eyes, the same ice-blue eyes he was amazed by so many times, and saw as a cool contrast to her hair.

America’s smile faded slowly, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Maxon followed her lead and leaned his forhead on her shoulder, taking in her scent and the wormth of her wet skin. They kept moving in circles like that for long minutes, until Marlee, Lucy and Brice came out and took some pictures of them. (Marlee and Lucy took the pictures, Brice just came to call Maxon back to his office)

“I think we should go now” Maxon whispered in America’s ear when he strightened up.

America shook her head on his shoulder. This was one of the moments she wanted to last forever.

“If you let me go now we’ll have more time later” Maxon said quietly.

America took her head up from his shoulder. “I’ll let you go if you carry me back in” she said with a little challenge in her eyes. They were standing there for a few minutes looking into each other’s eyes, trying to see who gives up first.

“Deal” Maxon said eventually. America had a satisfied smile on her face as Maxon lifted her to his arms, just like he did after Anne sewed her gunshot wound back then.

Maxon let her down as he reached the women’s room, smiling. “Thank you for this pleasure, my dear. I’ll see you soon”

America laughed at his formal tone and pulled him down from the collar of his shirt to kiss him. They stayed like this until Aspen cleared his throat, reminding them they had other things to do.

America smiled as she came back to the women’s room, and Maxon smiled as he headed back to his office.

Rainey days were special for them, and they won’t stop the tradition of going up to the roof and dance there when it’s raining.

[harringtonsbae]

Two quotes that I love with my entire being

"Break my heart! Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway."

The One- Kiera Cass

"You would have been world enough for me."

Jungle Cruise- Disney

[luunar-eclipse]

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Lesson Number 1: I am not him

Table of Contents

It was almost comical. The halls of the palace were almost completely silent, with the exception of a few maids scurrying here and there. After the commotion of the last few days, America couldn’t help but laugh to herself. While her body was still exhausted, she felt like she’d go insane if she spent another second in that bed. Her usually company of the newborn twins and her devoted, if not somewhat paranoid, husband.

All of whom, however, were no longer by her side. The twins, of course, had been approved to move into the nursery for now, but she wasn’t entirely sure where their father had gone. She hoped he wasn’t working. He overworked himself as it was and he couldn't have slept a wink these past two days. If she found him at his desk, she’d throttle him- king or not.

Luckily for him, he was not in his office. When America did finally find her husband, she felt silly for not checking the nursery first.

Maxon was sitting by the window, a bundle of blankets held snugly against his chest. Ahren was fast asleep in his crib and America reached a hand down, taking his smaller hand in hers. She made sure her movements were slow and gentle so she wouldn’t wake him. Though it was dark, she could have sworn she saw a smile cross his tiny little mouth.

“He’s got your smile.” She whispered, startling her husband out of his trance.

“My dear, what are you doing up?” He stood quickly, but his movements woke the infant in his arms. Little Eadlyn started to cry, which of course, elicited the wails of her twin brother as well. Maxon grimaced. “I’d finally gotten her to sleep.”

“Sorry.” America giggled, quickly scooping her son up in her arms. “There, it’s alright.”

“You were so peaceful a second ago, Eady.” Maxon groaned, lightly bouncing the screaming child in his arms. America smiled.

“She’s a fighter. I can tell.”

“Well, she is your daughter.” He gave her a smirk and sat back down, gently soothing Eadlyn back to sleep. America was successful with Ahren as well and took the chair across from Maxon. He gave her a stern look. “You just gave birth to twins, America. You should be in bed, getting your rest.”

“I’ve been in bed for two days now. I want to be here with you. Besides, it seems like you could use the help.” She snickered.

“I was managing.”

The two didn’t speak for a while. They listened to the slow breaths of their sleeping children and stared out at the night sky. Despite her efforts, America’s exhaustion got the better of her. She fell asleep with Ahren’s head against her chest, his little hands clasped around loose strands of her fiery hair. It was a brief, beautiful moment of peace.

Maxon soon felt the panic seize his chest. Suddenly the weight of the child in his arms was the weight of something else entirely. Something he couldn’t escape. He stood, slower this time so that he wouldn’t wake Eadlyn, and laid her in her crib. He ran a finger across the soft, delicate skin of her cheek. Even now, she looked like an echo of his mother.

There was still that familiar ache in his heart. An ache that had healed some with time, but he knew would linger in him for the rest of his life. His mother was gone. Her gentle heart and her loving gaze was lost forever. With thoughts of Amberly came thoughts of his father. Maxon winced as painful memories invaded his peace.

“Sleep well, my dear.” He whispered, kissing America gently on the forehead before escaping into his own personal panic.

-

She woke only an hour or so later, finding Maxon gone and Ahren’s tiny, fat fingers tangled in her hair. He was sleeping like a rock, so she was able to put him back in his cradle without waking him. Fighting through her fatigue, she once again roamed the dark hallways of the palace, but this time, something was driving her to one place. Call it instinct or a wife’s intuition, but she knew something was wrong and she knew exactly where to find him.

The last time they’d been up here was on their anniversary. Maxon had arranged for a very romantic roof-top picnic, followed by a sweet dance beneath the sunset. Now, America knew that this would be his safe place.

When she first opened the door, the roof appeared empty. She turned her head a slight shuffling sound, finding Maxon sitting with his back against the wall, hands resting in his lap. His gaze was distant, focused on something beyond the walls of the roof. His eyes- while still holding that slight glimmer of light that America had come to love- were filled with tears.

“Maxon, what’s wrong?” Again, her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“You’re supposed to be resting. It’s too cold-”

“Don’t avoid my question.” She said sternly. Maxon sighed.

“Nothing you need to worry about. Now, will you please go back inside and get some sleep?” America simply put her hands firmly on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at her stubbornness. “Very well. Come here.” He opened his arms and she settled into his lap, laying her head against his chest.

“Something is bothering you.” She said, pressing a small kiss to the edge of his jaw. “And don’t tell me it’s not my concern. I just birthed your children, so I think we’re past the brooding-in-silence stage.”

“Yes,” He laughed, “I suppose we are.” She poked his chest playfully.

“So spill, Schreave.”

His face fell and the playfulness of the moment quickly faded. His eyes became distant again, but this time, America could really see what was in them: Fear. Maxon was completely and utterly terrified.

“Maxon?”

“What if I can’t do this?” He looked at her, eyes wide and desperate.

“What are you talking about?”

“What if I can’t be a father? I don’t know the first thing about fatherhood! I can address an entire country, but what if I don’t know what to say when Eadlyn cries? Or when Ahren asks me some important, life-altering question?”

“I don’t think he’s going to have any of those.” America smiled. “At least, not for a while.”

He paused for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice cracked slightly, revealing the true source of his fear.

“What if I’m…” He gulped, a tear just barely escaping down his cheek. “What if I’m like him?”

“What?” America’s heart broke seeing him like this. The fact that he could doubt himself made her ache.

“My father. The crown and the power corrupted him and made him hateful and impossible and violent. What if it does that to me? What if I’m a no better father than he was?” His voice was shaking and America pulled him into her arms as his hid his face in the crook of her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her as he cried a little harder now. “I don’t want to be him, America. I don’t want our children to be afraid of me.”

“Oh, Maxon, they aren’t going to be afraid of you. And you don’t have anything to be afraid of.” She pulled away so she could look upon his face. “You are not, and you will never be, anything like that man. You are kind and loving and brave and so many things he never was. I’ve seen the way you are with Kile and he isn’t even your son. Watching you with Eadlyn and Ahren now…” She ran her fingers through his blonde hair, messy from hours of excitement and stress. “It has made me love you even more.” She pulled his lips to hers for a kiss of assurance, comfort, and a reminder of who he really is.

After a few more minutes of quiet, Maxon scooped America up in his arms and carried her back inside where they could both rest for the night.

[the-selection-series123]

Me when Celeste finally opened up and you realized she's actually such a nice person, just to have her get shot 5 seconds laters by the STUPID REBELS!!

[iconseffect]

[aw3s0me-t0-bl0g]

“Love only yourself a little bit longer, until you can't stand not to love someone else.”

― King Maxon, Happily Ever After by Kiera Cass (The Selection Series)

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