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Leah and Daniel with two of the guinea pigs from S2E6 š¹

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father(mother) and son(daughter)<3
Are YOU in need of a new Danse/Arthur Maxson fic? One that will update regularly(ish..) AND dives deep into both menās characters? I just posted my first chapter today and Iām excited to finally share it with everyone! I donāt do any ocs/Arthur or Danse in this fic, however I will be writing that as well! Iām just starting my little dabble and Iād love for you to read it :)
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tldr; she left her bra after the threesome and you expected him not to put it on?
The close of the door is sharp when she leaves.Ā
Jenson stretches with a groan, eyes whiting out before they focus on something frilly, and pink, laid out on the floor. āFucking hell,ā he mumbles, leaning down to grab it.Ā
Itās a braāher bra, the girl who just left. They probably couldāve been a little nicer but, well, Jenson blames the alcohol, and the Daniel of it all. That partāthe Daniel part, is still on this side of the door. And Jensonās got a bra in his hand. Itās all just⦠details, really.Ā
I can picture it
Ford season launch, the heated rivalry cast is there for some reason and Daniel is sent to show them around because he is the one thatās always sent when there are people to charm
Daniel is obvs enthralled by the show and has many thoughts on the many hot men he saw and on homosexuality in sports that heās unable to properly express in way that makes sense to anyone but himself and max āthe Daniel whispererā verstappen
Hudson smells blood in the water, charms Daniel and somehow ends up licking his face maybe even showing him how to do the hockey stretches
Max, stuck with his Red Bull minders and reporters, is unable to do anything as some Canadian flirts and licks and teases his danyul. Theyāve been friends for years and Danielās only let him go as far as licking his palm, never his cheek
Scream! Max is livid, heās been trying to nuzzle his face in Danielās beard for MONTHS now. And some actor not only gets him on all fours, humping the ground but he gets to lick Danielās face????
And heās stuck here talking to other drivers and shit while itās happening??????
And Danielās just giggling like this is all normal

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guess who inked on the sketch layer!!! and then scribbled over it all in the wrong colors to make it feel intentional!!!
Its ćć³ć½ć³ sunday
Hereās a quick little Daniel/Jenson Tudor AU since part 2 of my Maxiel Renaissance AU is going to take another week because I found myself disliking how some parts were written when I was editing it
cw: mpreg
word count: 862
A daughter.
He gives birth to a daughter. A beautiful daughter he loves more than anything or anyone he has loved before. But the baby is a daughter and the King wants an heir. Not a female heir because he already has that in Mary, but a male heir ā something his first wife couldnāt provide him and had hoped that Daniel could provide him.
āMy Queen, you should be in bed,ā his attendant says, running after Daniel as he gets ready to attend court.
Daniel cannot be abed. He cannot hide away in his rooms with only his daughter for company. He cannot show weakness. Not now when his position isnāt secured and courtiers whisper about the Kingās desire for a son.
The King had married him for love. He had separated England from the Vatican for him. He had set aside a Spanish Princess for him. He had done all that for Daniel. For Daniel who is still young and has plenty childbearing years ahead of him. For Daniel who aroused both his body and mind.
Daniel is the Queen of England, the wife of King Jenson, the mother to his second daughter and future heirs. Daniel is who Jenson changed history and traditions for.
He will not hide. He will not cower. He will take his place by his Kingās side, by his husbandās side with a crown atop his head and a smile on his lips.
āHelp me dress,ā he orders, āthe King will take the throne soon.ā Thereās a red gown Jenson loves to see him in. Itās a deep red that Daniel didnāt often wear, preferring his favored dark blues and light greens. But every time Daniel wore it, Jenson was more amorous, more willing to listen to Daniel, just more everything.
His nether regions ache as the gown is pulled on and tightly laced. There is nothing he wants more than to rest. It had only been three days since he gave birth ā it had been a long birth with Danielās screams echoing in the palace halls as his husband paced outside the bedchamber. āMy necklace,ā he asks. Itās a long string of pearls with a golden D hanging at the center. Daniel almost always wore that necklace. It had become a part of him once heād married Jenson.
The crown is the last piece. He chooses one made of gold and pearls that rests in his curls. It is more extravagant than his daily headpieces. Heavier than them too. Daniel can already feel the ache heās sure to experience in a few hours.
āI truly must ask you to refrain from-ā
āI cannot rest in bed all day. Not anymore,ā Daniel cuts him off. He had security when the child was still in his womb. They hadnāt known then that the babe was a girl instead of a boy. Jenson had wanted him to rest to ensure the safety of his unborn heir, for the health of the boy Jenson had desperately wanted since he became King.
The walk to the throne room is slow and tortuous. But Daniel keeps his head high with an easy smile on his lips. All around him courtiers stop and bow when they pass him, only to talk about his failures as Queen when they think he cannot hear them.
Jenson sits on the throne when Daniel enters, ready to begin the petitions. But all activity stops when Daniel is announced by a steward. Daniel ignores all of that as he makes his way toward Jenson, staring into the eyes of the man he had married. āMy King,ā Daniel says, curtsying when he is at the foot of the throne. āApologies for being late,ā he continues.
āThere is no need, my love,ā Jenson says. To his surprise, Jenson stands from his throne and takes a few steps down to stand in front of him. āYou should be resting,ā he says in a low whisper as he leans in for a kiss. Jenson had broken England from the Vatican for him, the court expected affection from them. Their love had changed the lives of all their people.
āI could not bear to be apart from you, husband dear,ā Daniel says with a gentle smile, lying straight through his teeth. He wanted his daughterās company, not his husbandās demanding gaze. But wants do not outweigh needs.
Daniel says nothing about the whispers he had heard. Of how Jenson didnāt entertain whores but noble ladies and lords in his bedchamber. Whores were of no threat to Danielās position, but noble ladies and lords? He was sure more than a handful wanted his crown for themselves. Daniel had ousted one Queen himself.
āBring a chair for the Queen,ā Jenson orders one of his men. It takes only a few minutes for a chair to be procured. āRest, my love,ā Jenson says, helping him sit in the chair before returning to the throne.
Daniel smiles up at Jenson.
In a few weeks, heāll be okay to resume marital duties and give Jenson a son. Jenson may wander, but at the end of the day, he returns to Daniel.
He married Daniel.
He wanted Daniel.