#ALSO GEORGIE MARRY ME

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Max Verstappen everybody ft mclaren slander from this queen

he's so bright. and healthy. and funny. and that undercurrent of confidence is back im sick

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THE KING AND HIS QUEEN, — king george iii

pairing: king george iii x fem!queen!reader

summary: your new life of being queen has been quite a struggle adjusting to. thankfully, you have the perfect king to stand right by your side.

genre: royal!au, fluff, mentions of arranged marriage, reader said to be a princess from france but ethnicity is not specified, plot kind of differs from queen charlotte: a bridgeton story, talk of wanting children

author’s note: the plot is different from that of the netflix series so don’t come at me ! wanted to write for george because his character is very intriguing to me and also bc the actor for young george is so mighty fine 😋😋 enjoy!

“Are you alright?” The king asked you. His face examined yours, locking his eyes onto your frame.

“Yes my king,” you say, staring down at your plate with a forced smile. In all truths, you were not alright. You had just wedded the week before, and the life of a queen was taking much more of a toll on you than you’d expect.

You remembered like it was just yesterday. Well, technically, it was. It was barely a week ago.

“Will Her Royal Highness, Princess of France, take His Majesty, The King as husband, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part; according to God's holy law?”

“I, Princess of France, in the presence of God make this vow, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part; according to God's holy law.”

“Very well, you may kiss the bride.”

And just like that, you were proclaimed Queen of Great Britain and Ireland.

“You’re spacing out,” George inquires, face filled with concern. You almost wonder why he cares. The two of you were not inlove. The marriage had been an arranged deal between your father and his since the day you were both born. Your fate had been sealed as soon as you came out your mother’s womb.

“Leave us.” He motions to the guards standing. They obey him like robots, leaving at his command. Now, it was just the two of you alone.

“YN,” for the first time since the two of you met, he had said your first name. No ‘my queen’ but just YN.

“Yes, my king?”

“Please, just George.”

You sigh, finally deciding to look him in the eyes. “Very well. George?”

“You know you can always tell me what is wrong, right?” He looks almost saddened. Or was it pity? You didn’t know him very well—the two of you rarely communicating since the marriage had been finalized.

“Of course my king,”

“George.” He corrects.

“Apologies, it was out of habit.”

He stands up, motioning you to come over to him. With raised eyebrows, you do as he wants, your long gown flowing onto the marble floor beautifully.

“Come with me,” he says, taking your hands into his. “To our chambers.”

You flush up at the feeling of George’s hands holding yours. You hadn’t had a boyfriend before marrying him, your father being very keen on keeping yourself innocent and pure for the King of Great Britain.

When you two arrive at the large tall entrance of the chamber, George waves off the two guards standing in front.

“Marital duties?” One of the dukes asked. “Great job Georgie, knew you had it in ‘ya.”

The King rolls his eyes at this, though he makes sure the duke hadn’t caught it. When you’re both inside the chamber, George finally lets out a breath of relief, situating himself onto the large mattress.

It was even larger than yours back at your palace in France. It was meant for the King and Queen, you and George, to sleep in at night and perform your marital duties.

“Sit, please.” George says, patting the empty space next to him. You sit down awkwardly, not sure where to look.

“Listen, I know it’s hard,” George lifts up your chin with his finger. “Adjusting to your life as my queen. The Queen of Great Britain and Ireland. But I assure you, as long as I live, I will make sure nobody will ever lay their hands on you or our future children, and that I will provide you with my love and support as I do with our country.”

Your eyes softened at his mini speech towards you, and your heart fluttered with joy. You were scared the two of you would end up in a loveless marriage like your Father and Mother had been—only together to provide the next heir of France. The heir ended up being your brother, your parent’s firstborn, King Charles of France. Second in throne was your other brother, Prince Louis, the spare. The only reason your parents had you was because your father had wanted a daughter to spoil, not because they were “inlove”. God no.

“Thank you my king. I appreciate this greatly, you have no idea. The stress of being Queen has taken quite the toll on me, and I was afraid of confiding in you about my worries.”

“You have no reason to be afraid,” George takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on it. “You are my wife, and I am your husband. You should never be afraid to confide in me. We promised that only death can do us part, and that we will love each other in sickness and suffering.”

“You are right my king,” you say, placing a peck on his cheek. For the first time, you were making a move, not him.

The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for the next hour, a comfortable and comforting silence fulfilling you both.

For the first time since you’ve step foot into Britain, you felt safe and loved. Loved by the King himself.

“You mentioned protecting me and our future children?” You tease him as you pull away. He bashfully looks down, letting out a small embarrassed laugh.

“Yes, my queen. The future heir, our lineage.”

“I hope it’s a boy,” you blurt out. You wanted your firstborn to be a boy because you’ve always seen your big brothers as a clear example of well raised princes, and you wanted the same for your future children.

“A boy would be ideal,” George says, pulling you close to him, “but I wouldn’t mind a girl. Spoil her rotten and braid her hair.”

You laugh, nodding along with George’s words. “I suppose a girl wouldn’t be so bad. As long as our future baby will be healthy.”

“Yes.”

The next few hours are spent with you and George mapping out the future, forgetting all your responsibilities for just the moment. George wanted Edward for a boy and Marionette for a girl, Nette for short. He expressed to you how he always dreamed of a normal life, farming and doing astronomy. However, he was grateful for growing up in royalty, never surrounded by poverty.

And just like that, the night you and George connected had flew by and you were expecting your second child in a few weeks time.

“Edward!” You say, giggling at the boy running around your legs. Edward was five, and quite the rowdy one. He took after his father’s handsomeness and had the eyes of George, the same ones that had looked at you with concern 6 years prior on that fateful night.

“Mummy!” Edward shrieks in delight. His eyes brighten when he sees his Father, who picks him up in an instant.

“I hope you’re not giving mummy a hard time,” George says, booping the young prince’s nose. “Are you, Prince Edward of Wales?”

“Course not daddy!” Edward scrambles to be let down on the ground, making George grunt as he sets the boy down. “Just wanted to hang out with mummy, that’s all.”

“Yes, my handsome little prince was doing no harm dear,” you reassure your husband. He rubs your baby bump softly, admiring your beauty.

“Just worried about you and Marionette is all,” he says with a soft smile.

“Me and Nette are fine,” you say, “now Edward, would you like me to tell you the day I became Queen?”

“Yes mummy!” Edward grins excitedly.

George can’t help but admire his little family as you told the story to your son Edward, brushing small strands of his brunette hair out of his face. In a few weeks, little Marionette will be arriving, and he couldn’t wait.

He wouldn’t trade what he had now for anything, not even for the whole wide world.

[wroetominter]

Wedding Guests - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n have a history, that makes an appearance at their friends wedding.

Pairing: George X Femreader

Warnings: slight smut

I stepped out of my cab, thanking the driver as I pulled my weekender bag over my shoulder and carried my dress bags into the lobby of the gorgeous hotel Ethan and Faith had decided to get married at. Some of the guests had opted to stay the night before in the hotel block, wanting to extend the festivities as much as possible.

After checking in, I made my way to the fifth floor where my room was located. Walking down the hall I saw my room, 513. Going to unlock it, the door next to mine opened and I saw George Clarke exiting. It had been awhile since I had seen him.

"Hey George" he looked over to his name being called, smiling at me.

"Hello Y/n, lovely to see you." He gave me a little hug. "Let's catch up when you're settled yeah? Me and the boys are down in the bar if you'd like to join.

"Yeah sounds good to me, give me 10 and I'll meet you down there." He made his way to the lift as I unlocked my room.

Noticing my room had an adjoining door to George's, I figured we would end up being a party space for our friends and made mental note to tell everyone when I saw them.

I changed into something more appropriate for evening, a nice pair of jeans and a basic black tank top. After freshening up my hair and makeup, I grabbed my wallet and key card, sliding them into my pocket and making my way back downstairs where I knew I would find everyone in the bar.

I ran into Faith and a few of her friends in the lobby, squeezing her tight and giving her congratulations again and gushing about how excited I was for the wedding tomorrow. She agreed and her and her group made their way towards the restaurant.

Slipping into the bar, I scanned the surprisingly crowded room for anyone I recognized. I jumped as I felt and arm slide around my waist, turning to the side and seeing Arthur TV. "You scared the shit out of me Arthur." I wrapped my arm around his waist reciprocating his previous movements.

"Sorry Y/n, didn't mean to truly. You looked lost I figured you could use a friendly face." He said so innocently I couldn't help but forgive him.

"I appreciate your face" I gave his cheek a little squeeze and he led me to a booth at the back of the room.

I slid into the booth next to Arthur, and then George blocked me in. We sat with Bach, Harry, and Reev for the evening, chatting about everything we had been up to since the last time we had seen each other. I had been so busy with taking on streaming I hadn't been at as many events as I would have liked to attend. It seemed the boys agreed as I told them I would make more time to visit everyone.

"Do you want a drink love?" George asked nudging my side. Throughout this evening he had been scooting closer and closer into me. George and I had an odd history - a flirtationship really. We had always gotten along well, but after the last trip abroad to Spain we had sort of lost some of that relationship. I think in part due to my absence, and also the growing fame he had acquired taking up the majority of his time as well.

"I'd love one. I'll have a"- he interrupted my sentence.

"A tequila ginger ale?" He asked. A smile grew across my face. I nodded and he got up from the booth to go order our drinks.

"He talks about you constantly, y'know." Arthur whispered to me. I stared at him for a second.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"He misses you. A lot. Talks constantly about your trips abroad, hanging out with you, everything. I think coming around more would be good for him. And for you." I let myself sit with those words for a while. I missed George too. It wasn't exactly a secret that his wit was charming, not to mention his striking good looks. He really was different to most guys I knew.

A glass was sat down in front of me, garnished with a lime, just the way I liked it.

"Thank you Georgie." I used the nickname I used to call him frequently.

He rolled his eyes, tossing a lazy arm around my shoulders. Normally a friendly gesture, but this time there was a different feeling attached. "You're welcome darling." I felt myself stiffen at his comment. He must have noticed, as he pulled his arm back to his side. I instantly regretted my natural awkwardness and looked back to him, seeing he had a slight blush on his cheeks. I set my hand on his, resting on his leg. A silent reassurance that I wasn't upset with his movements.

The night drew closer to an end, and we all decided to retire to our rooms.

I walked with George, seeing as our rooms were right next to each other. The silence between us was comfortable.

As we got to our rooms, I paused, looking over to George who had done the same thing, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, I guess sometimes I just feel like nothing has changed with us." He admitted, looking down at the floor.

"George - you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was taken aback a little I guess. I'm not used to it anymore either. I'm unfortunately too awkward these days. I didn't mean to snub you." His spirits seemed to lift, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I felt myself back months ago, staring in the same eyes, but the situation much different.

"Goodnight Y/n, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow." He said, unlocking the room to his door and heading inside.

I sighed, following suit and entering my room.

———

After getting myself entirely ready, the only thing I had left to do was choose a dress. I had brought two, not sure what mood I would be in. The wedding was a formal event, and both dresses would work well for the occasion. I had a brown dress with a slit halfway up the side, and it wrapped around my body, with small sleeves on the top. My second option was a dark green satin spaghetti strapped dress that hugged around my torso, and flowed out towards the bottom slightly.

I couldn't make up my mind. I felt like I was going insane just trying the two of them on non stop.

Giving in, deciding I needed a second opinion I opened my side of the adjoining door. I knocked, and shortly George opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking more handsome than he ever had. I gasped at the sight of him as he opened the door.

He smirked and laughed "I know, I look insane."

"Not exactly the word I would have used, but. Anyway - I need advice. I have this dress" I gestured to the brown dress I was wearing. "And this one" I held up the green one. "And I need help choosing which one I should wear." George eyed me up and down, making me suddenly feel self conscious.

"Try the other one on, I can't envision it." I nodded, shutting the door and quickly changing.

It was my turn to make him gasp this time, as I opened the door. "That's the one." He said, adjusting the bow tie he was wearing. I smiled, grabbing my small bag and tossing my phone inside.

"Thank you Georgie. I knew I could count on you." I shut the door and followed him into the hallway. He held out his arm and I gladly linked mine with his as we made our way to the ballroom.

The ceremony was first, the hall we were in was decorated elegantly and I found a free space in one of the pews. George sat next to me, and I felt comfort knowing someone I knew would be near me. He grabbed my hand, silently comforting me as the ceremony began.

———

I wiped a few stray tears from my eyes as Ethan and Faith said their 'I do's' and they were pronounced man and wife. I loved love. Seeing others happy always made me cry.

They announced that the reception was in a separate room, and they led us to the new location.

We were greeted by ushers, showing us to our assigned seats. I was nervous, sat at a table with people I didn't know very well. I could still see George, the next table away looking much more confident than I felt. He locked eyes with me, eyeing me up and down and mouthing that I would be fine. He knew me so well.

I made small talk with those near me, watching the speeches from all of the loved ones who knew the groom and bride best. It was a beautiful night, and I was excited to keep this party going.

Drinks flowed, and conversations kept everyone in high spirits throughout the night.

An arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell the beer on George's breath as he pulled me close to him. His hand was resting cheekily right above my bum, the other holding my waist. "You look so lovely tonight Y/n. I've missed seeing you." He admitted. I smiled at him, placing my hands on his chest, he had long ditched the suit jacket, presumably due to the warm atmosphere, or the amount of drinks he had consumed.

"Thank you, I missed you too." He looked like he was about to lean in, but I chalked up to my imagination as he never acted on the supposed movement.

"I'm ready to go back up to my room. How about you?" he asked. I checked the time, seeing it was well after midnight at this point.

"I think that's a good idea." I followed his lead, congratulating Faith and Ethan again as George said his good nights to his friends.

George wrapped his arm around me as we went to leave the room. "Come on!" I heard Arthur call out, George shot him a look, and Arthur simply winked back.

Once at my hotel room door, I opened it, standing in the doorway looking at George. We stood staring at each other for a few moments, the silence building a tension I was sure we both felt.

"George..." I started, building up some courage. "You've been staring at this dress all night, don't you want to see what it looks like on the floor?" His eyes widened and he stepped forward, grabbing my face with both of his hands, pressing his lips to mine fiercely. We stumbled into the room, door closing behind us.

I fumbled with the buttons on his top, eager to reveal his toned chest. He helped with the last few, the shirt falling off behind us as George's hands slid the zipper down the back of my dress, the satin pooling around my feet in an instant, leaving me clad in nothing but my underwear. It felt normal to be this vulnerable with George, despite this being the first time he had seen me like this.

He unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them off and grabbing me by the legs, pulling me onto the bed straddling his lap. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants, and I knew I was about to be in for an exciting night.

“I can’t tell you how long I have been waiting for this invitation” he kissed me softly, holding me close.

This was more than just physical for me, and now I felt it may be for him as well. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed me.

“I wish we would have started this in Spain.” He smiled into the kiss, hooking his fingers into my underwear and flipping us over, sliding them down my legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” He breathed hot air where I needed him most. My heart raced in anticipation, feeling him push my legs apart, leaning in and swiping his tongue over my core. My back arched up in pleasure, meeting his face as he began his work on me.

My hands were tangled in his hair as his tongue drew circles, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. I gasped as he slid his fingers inside me, curling and pushing in and out of me, driving me closer to my peak. “George, please,” I begged, needing this release more than I needed my next breath.

He kept his pace, bringing my orgasm crashing over me. My breath jagged and rough as I rode out my orgasm. He sat up, smirking at the state he had me in. I sat myself up on my elbows, staring at him. His chest had small beads of sweat on it, and my eyes trailed lower, fixating them on his pants, the outline of his penis threatening to escape from how hard he was. “George”

“Yes darling?” He leaned in closer.

“I’m yours.” That was all he needed. He pulled his pants down, releasing his erection. I needed him.

He leaned down to kiss me again, lining himself up with my vagina, and pushing in as he kissed me. He was better than I could have imagined. His pace was perfect, thrusting in and out at a perfect rhythm. He kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he worked his magic.

I could tell he was getting closer, as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled out abruptly, flipping to his back and taking himself in his hand, giving himself the final few pumps he needed to finish. The sight was probably one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.

We laid there in a comfortable silence, both panting. I decided I should help George, getting up and grabbing a towel to clean him up.

I laid myself into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I like you, Y/n.” He said softly.

I laughed, holding myself up to look at him. He stared back at me, looking nervous at my laughter at his admission.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just, I like you to George. It just felt obvious from the last fifteen minutes.” It was his turn to laugh. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me again, and again, and again.

“I just wanted to hear you say it.”

A knock on the door startled us from the moment we were having.

“Who on earth could that be?” I whispered.

“If I had to guess, probably Arthur.” George said, getting up and pulling his pants and top back on.

I wrapped the duvet over my body, shielding myself from the door.

George cracked the door slightly, and I could barely hear the whispers being exchanged.

George returned to the bed, taking his top back off and sliding in next to me, cuddling into my side.

“Arthur?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Unfortunately. He was making sure I finally admitted feelings for you.” I laughed.

“We’ll spare him the horny details.” I said, kissing his cheek and laying on his chest.

The details of this night could stay between us, for now.

[jamietwat]

Roy and Jamie getting engaged and Roy assuming that they’ll both just keep their last names because of course they will, they’re very well established as Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt and they already have the Roy Kent chant and the Jamie Tartt baby shark remix so why the fuck would they fuck with that? Plus, he’s sure as hell not changing his name and he’s sure Jamie’s far too full of himself to even consider changing his own and that if anything, he’s going to try to talk Roy into changing his just to annoy him

But then Jamie starts talking about how they shouldn’t say anything publicly about it because people are dumb enough to not have caught on to them being a thing yet (but the people in their lives all know and still would know about the engagement too) and think how funny it’ll be if they don’t say anything and then the first game after the wedding, he just shows up in his new kit with his same number and Kent across the back and let the general public figure it out

And Roy’s like you’re planning on changing your name 🤨 because he still doesn’t really believe Jamie’s even considering it and he just assumes it’s all talk until Jamie’s like yeah, duh, am I not supposed to??? And Roy hadn’t considered it all before that moment but now Jamie’s talking about playing with Roy’s name on his back and Roy kind of thinks it’s stupid career wise for Jamie to change his name but he’s also suddenly very aware that he likes that idea so he’s like no, I just didn’t think you’d want to… or that you’d make a decision like that just so you could have a laugh and make a whole scene of it (even though, to be perfectly honest, that second part doesn’t feel that surprising at all when he thinks about it for a second)

And Jamie’s like I’d rather have your name on my back than my dad’s because Georgie either took Simon’s last name or went back to her maiden name and Jamie already has more than enough names in common with his dad and would LOVE to not be playing with his dad’s name on his back to be a constant connection and to make it easier for his dad to take credit for his success and use Jamie’s achievements for his own benefit

Roy has an internal oh moment at that and it feels like it’s going to be a serious talk kind of moment until Jamie grins and leans into Roy’s personal space and nudges him as he adds that and you know that I can’t pass up an opportunity to start a little drama and get all the attention on me and then Roy’s laughing and the serious moment is over, but that’s more than decided it for Roy

So of course they go with the hard launch by having Jamie play in his new kit as soon as they’re married because it’s funny and it both works out fantastically for Roy being uncomfortable with the public all up in his personal life for the lead up to the wedding and with Jamie loving the attention on him and attracting more to him than Roy with the dramatic reveal

[thebadboyfanclub]

We Don’t Have Time (Toto x Reader)

So as promised I told you I was suddenly inspired to write a Toto Wolff imagine, btw I do not condone the whole mistress thing but let’s be honest, it is a hot topic to write about. Also I was heavily inspired by this song and I hope you guys enjoy it!

To work with someone like (y/n) was a gift sent from above, a dedicated young woman who loved to be organised and held herself in such light, always composed, a good listener, and great at executing orders. In the early days, when she was hired in the Mercedes and racing team everyone doubted that a woman in her mid-20s would have the stamina and the guts to keep up with the big dogs.

She walked into the room with her heels and her smart casual outfit, her long hair loose but pulled away from her face, her piercing eyes scattering the room with a big smile on her lips, she won each one of her colleagues with her grant heart and her true spirit, whether she was making a tea for Lewis who had a bit of a cold

“My mother always told me, a little bit of lemon, a little Sprinkle of ginger and a spoonful of honey would even make the birds sing”

Or was pushing ideas to the team with a PowerPoint presentation, such confidence that was evident she had worked on this for days, everyone would call her name with a smile.

Toto was known for being close to everyone, he was there to lead every single one of the employees, he had put a lot of effort into keeping under wraps the soft spot he had developed for her, not only as an employee but as a…. Woman.

Her voice, her back curving as she leaned over the desk, how she winked at him when she made a joke, the sound of her heels clicking across the floor, oh, and that walk, his heart pounding as she showed up with those white button-ups.

He hated himself, Toto wanted to skin himself alive for even thinking this way, a man of integrity was having dreams of another woman whilst he slept next to his wife.

Susie was his rock, the woman he chose to marry, the perfect fit, the mother of his child, he had planned to marry a woman like her ever since he became an adult, now he had to go to the bathroom and splash water on his face because (y/n) leaned over him and he got a whiff of her perfume.

“Toto, I thought you wouldn’t show”

“No, I just got stuck in traffic”

A complete lie. Toto was just circling around over and over, battling himself as to whether it was right to come or not, it was George’s birthday, and had asked all of the team to come to his party, meaning that (y/n) was going to be there, it was already torture seeing her in her business attire, now she would definitely doll up.

“Happy birthday George”

“Thank you ma- (Y/N)!”

There it was, that excitement everyone used when they saw her, Toto clenched his jaw and took a sharp inhale through the nose as she appeared, the emerald-colored dress complimented her so much with her blown out hair falling perfectly, and her skin glistened under the dim lighting, she looked like an old Hollywood star.

“Happy birthday Georgie”

(y/n) wished after she hugged him tightly, Toto only glared at them as he took another sip of his drink.

How could she possibly be so perfect? She looked as tasty as a Turkish delight and Toto wanted to be the first one to take a bite.

Even though the room was crowded as she walked closer to them Toto could smell her perfume, she smelled like a vanilla cake, (y/n) was mouthwatering, he could recall how she explained to a coworker once how she likes to combine vanilla scents and in detail explained her shower and body care routine, at the time though all Toto was thinking was how she looked in a steamy shower.

“Thank you, love”

“Oh mister Wolff”

“Ah no, we are not at work anymore, he is Toto now”

Lewis appeared out of nowhere and interrupted her, well to be fair he could have been standing there this whole time and Toto wouldn’t have noticed, all he could focus on was how perilously low the neckline of her attire was, Toto only nodded before he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Old habits die hard I suppose”

She said with that smile, he wanted to slap himself, his mind was screaming to just leave but how could he? Especially after he saw Lewis snake his arm around her shoulders, making her blush.

“Are they together?”

Jealousy started to creep in his veins like poison, his eyes narrowing and getting lost in his thoughts, Lewis wouldn’t go for someone like her, no he definitely would, look at her! Beautiful, caring, alluring, intelligent, he would be dumb to not make a move.

“Right, Toto?”

“Huh? Sorry, I am not feeling good”

“What happened?”

Concern was dripping from her voice as (y/n) 's eyes were wide and shiny, resembling a deer, worry written all over her face. Oh she is making it so… DIFFICULT, he could not risk everything, he is not in high school and this is not a movie, he must power through this.

The trio stood there waiting for a response as Toto shook his head lightly and then brought his free hand to rub circles on his temples.

(Y/n) stood still as Lewis rubbed circles on her naked shoulder with his middle finger, she had to admit that Lewis was an attractive man and to have his kind of show some liking was a compliment on its own.

He was everything that (y/n) wanted on paper, attractive, smart, and most importantly… single, nothing was stopping her for allowing Lewis to pursue her, except the fact that she wasn’t completely interested in him.

“Nothing important, just a headache”

“You’ve gotten old man, the night is young”

“You are not that young yourself either, Lewis”

That came out more aggressive than Toto intended it to be, Lewis was taken aback while (y/n) raised an eyebrow. She had never seen Toto get snappy with the guys, of course, he had lost his temper during the race but this was uncalled for and completely out of character.

After that comment time stood still for a split second, all three of them had a different reaction, Toto just mentally prepared himself for the worst, he knew he was out of bounds but there was no way he was backing down.

“Woah man”

“Maybe you should go home” (y/n) snapped at him

“Why? Is my presence interrupting you from doing something?”

Toto shot back, his eyes narrowing, it looked like he was scolding her.

(y/n) was offended, she had taken a liking to him, she had been nothing but respectful towards Toto, she was genuinely excited to be invited to such an important day and party, she was having such a wonderful time until now until Toto made her realize that Lewis Hamilton was holding her close and how others could see it and probably gossip about it.

Though why would he care? Why would Toto Wolff the man who advised her to not listen to the background noise when she came in the team was now insinuating that he was part of that crowd?

“You know what? I’m glad I don’t have to call you Mister Wolff, cause Mister Wolff I know would not act like a complete dickhead in front of us”

“And the (y/n) I know would not-“

“What? Would not what?”

“Ah forget it”

Toto chugged his whiskey and then left the glass at a counter close to him.

Toto walked away with no fucking clue where he was going, he just pushed and shoved through the crowd and opened the first door he could find, he ended up in some kind of office and plopped himself on the leather chair, propping his arms as he hugged his head, his forehead touching the wooden desk in utter defeat.

How fucking dare she? (Y/n) must know exactly what she is doing, she can’t be that fucking oblivious, no she is an evil spider trying to lure him in, there’s no other explanation as to why he is acting insane.

“Fuck is your problem?”

He lightly jumped at the sudden voice, at a snap he raised his head and was met with an upset (y/n) that was glaring at him. Totolet out a dry chuckle, of course (y/n) would follow him, she could never let things go, stubbornness was part of her charm.

“Get out”

“No, you owe me an explanation”

“Since when do I owe you anything? You work for me”

“And that means you can talk to me like I’m beneath you? Last time I checked I’m not your slave, I’m an employee”

“No, you are a fucking pain that’s what you are”

“Why? If you didn’t want me here you could have just walked away”

Toto got up from his seat and (y/n) took a step back instinctively, she was sure he wasn’t going to hurt her but Toto seemed to be… flushed, her eyes fixated on him and now that she was wearing heels (y/n) was closer to his height but still shorter, towering over her his presence filled the room.

Toto however took a moment to notice other things, (y/n) 's chest rose and sunk from the rapid breathing because of anger, her lips pushed to a thin line and her arms crossed over her torso.

“That’s what you wanted? To leave the space for Lewis to take you home?”

“Take me home? Are you listening to yourself? And even if I left with him it is none of your business”

“Oh it is”

“Why?”

“Cause I wanted you first”

Suddenly the air was sucked out of the room, (y/n)s eyes widened as her arms fell to her side. The moment Toto realized what he had just confessed what he said he felt like his armor was stripped away from him, leaving him bare and unable to contain himself from the diving head first to the ocean that was his lust for her.

(Y/n) stood there as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, she felt like her body went numb after he uttered those words, a part of her wanted to run to him, hug him, touch him, let him do all the things that she was so embarrassed to even speak about, however she was just remained frozen, looking at him with a blank expression.

“I cannot stop thinking of you, day in and out, morning and night, you have haunted me, your body, your voice, your eyes… I have become a man that I made fun of, you are my Achilles heel, and while I fought with myself you think I’ll let Lewis claim you?”

“Toto”

“I am a man of honor, a professional, no one has anything to say about me, and one day you just show up, you walk around and ask me questions, talking and laughing like you are not making my life miserable because if I touch you I will through everything down the drain just for a kiss, all I can visualize is how I want to strip you down, I am pathetic because of you”

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, he had cornered her as her back was pressed against the door, they were gawking at each other, (y/n) but her lip as Toto growled all those things in her ear, his hands went up and as one supported him on the door the other found her cheek, his thumb slipping from the hot flesh down to her swollen bottom lip.

“You think it is not hard for me? That I haven’t… thought of it?”

(Y/n) mumbled, Toto was caught off guard at her response, all this time he thought he was alone in this, he had volunteered to put himself in the act of the wolf while he saw her a sheep, now (y/n) with one phrase shed the sheep skin and revealed her teeth, two carnivores waiting for the time to sink their teeth.

“You have?”

“Of course, I have, every day that I walked into your office alone, the times you have touched my shoulder to congratulate me, the times that you have lost your temper, the times I’ve seen you kiss-“

(Y/n) stopped herself when she felt a lump get stuck in her throat, everything that he did was an aphrodisiac for (y/n), though when Susie came around him (y/n) was like a tiger in a cage, making circles without being able to hunt. She swallowed dryly when she felt Toto's hands squeeze her shoulders pulling her back from her train of thoughts.

“Do you want me?do you want this as much as I…. I need it”

“Toto we cannot”

“We should not”

“I want you”

“Shit”

The second (y/n) confessed was the time Toto forgot everything, all that mattered now was her. Totos kiss was one of depravity and hunger, it was like he was trying to swallow her whole, his hands gripping and roaming everywhere as she hooked her one leg over his waist to bring him closer, she was already moaning as months of restrain was released in seconds, his touch left her with goosebumps.

He had imagined this moment again and again, about how he wanted to be graceful and gentle with her and now he acted like an animal, lifting her and sitting back in the chair, her hair tickling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck so she can be as close as humanly possible. It was similar to her skin being itchy and the only source of relief was him, Toto pulled down her dress exposing her breasts as he kissed her all over thanking whoever suggested that she should were something with such a deep leg slit.

“We don’t have time”

“I don’t care, I want to enjoy this”

He said as his hand gripped her neck, how breathtaking she was with lipstick smeared and hair sticking on her face, the lights coming from outside were all it needed, he wanted to desperately take a picture of her but he resorted to keeping this to his memory.

(Y/n) felt like this was an out-of-body experience, a man that she had admired, the man that had frustrated her so badly that she had lost nights of sleep, laying in her bed at odd hours of the night because of her bringing back how his muscles popped through his white button up on that day, his thick accent, the way he smiled at her and told her she did a good job.

Everything made (y/n) feel so shameful, she had taken pride in always doing the right thing, and she had never been the other woman, but now she was acting like a whore for a man she worked for, her body yelling and begging for more as he took off his shirt, she ran her hand caressing his torso down to his pants, her big eyes right at him as she tugged on his belt.

“I need you”

She mumbled before she kissed down his neck, both of them had lost themselves in this, they had bitten the same forbidden apple but the nectar of it was so sweet that they did not care about choking on its bite, maybe they would never get that chance again, maybe they wouldn’t even want it after this.

Sobering up could mean that they would both go back to their normality and since they have ticked that box they wouldn’t even need another time, or of course that they get addicted to the high, the ecstasy that pumped through them and consume them, blinding them as they reached for one another savoring every breath, every sound, every look, so now it was their moment to climb that mountain without worrying how they will get down.

“Look at you, so perfect”

Toto admired her as he laid her on the desk, her hair pooling next to her as she smiled sheepishly at the compliment, her tongue licked her upper lip and Toto took her right then and there, (y/n) made sounds that could make the devil blush.

Toto and (y/n) worked like they knew precisely what the other needed, a dance between two people who were slipping away from reality and onto a world full of sensuality and raw emotion, (y/n) saw stars clouding her vision from the pressure and Toto held her as tight as he could, worrying that his alarm could wake him any moment from what was another dream.

“Hush my dear, they could hear us”

He teased her but truly he did not hear, a side of him hoped that someone was listening in, someone would understand how no one could do what he did, and someone would be jealous of that beauty he had in front of him.

(Y/n) had left behind any type of moral she had, as she felt his hands caress her skin, his lips like satin, worshipping and going over her neck, cleavage, and face, his taste was perfect a mix of whiskey and mint, the grunt and cuss words that slipped as he bit her earlobe guided her to the end, as she erupted under him she clenched onto him like she was being held over a cliff, he breath hitched on her throat and she bit down his shoulder to prevent her from screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Oh my dear, you are so good”

“I feel dizzy”

“Me too”

He confessed as they stood still, neither of them wanted to move away. Suddenly (y/n) started chuckling to full-on laughing, Toto at first did not understand but later joined her in the laughing fit.

It was madness, in (y/n) did in her eyes and spirit was an abomination, a disgrace yet there she lay, hugging a man that could never be hers and giving in to her animalistic needs.

“You are better than I thought, I didn’t even know that was possible”

“Same goes for you young lady”

“I always loved it when you called me that”

She purred in his ear before Toto kissed her again, his hand went to her thigh and with his index finger caressed it all the way down to her ankle as they kept locking lips.

(Y/n) slightly shook at the sensation, making Toto wrap his fingers around her ankle and then back up from the back of the thigh to her bum.

(y/n) was in utter bliss as she took in his state, he was sweaty and out of breath, his body in contact with hers, and as her hands traveled up and down his back, her nails making traces as she could feel his muscles tensing, how could she give this up? How could she go back to normal when she knows how he feels when they become one? Instinctively at that thought her hips moved making him groan.

“No no no, we can’t risk taking any more time”

“Coward”

(Y/n) mocked him, Toto huffed out a breath as he listened to her giggle he comfortably laid his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. As they both struggled to find their breaths (y/n) wondered if people had started looking for them, though since it was already quite late maybe people were too drunk to notice.

“You will get me in so much trouble”

“Come on, after this we have to go back to me having to call you Mister Wolff”

“Which is the highlight of my day, I want to hear you scream it actually”

“That can be arranged”

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new religion part 2

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Description: AU- Things have gone too far between you and Astarion and he's not sure he'd ever be able to give you what you truly want. Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 1,804 Characters: soft!ascended!Astarion x fem!au!Tav

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  Luxurious fur blessed your fingertips, stroking absently at the feline across your lap. You hummed a sweet tune as you continued your project. Astarion had the finest oil paints in Faerûn imported to nourish your new hobby. Looking at the canvas, well, it was very much a mess of colors. So much so that he would not have been able to make out what the picture was intended to be if he had not known. He would praise you all the same regardless. As a token of thanks, you had requested he sit for you in the garden while you paint him. 

  “You will be the first to have an original Tav piece. You can show it off when I’m a famous painter.” You joked as he assisted with setting up the easel.

  The kitten that purred against your touch was also a gift. One comment was made about how you had always wanted a cat but never had the room for one; it was just another opportunity to shower you with all of the gifts you had so deserved. The joy on your face when he presented you with the tiny feline made his heart swoon. Astarion would admit he had yet to think that offering through, though. When you were not present, which was most of the time, he had to care for the wretched little thing. His feigned attitude towards the kitten, which you had so ominously named Georgie, was a facade. He had grown to find comfort in the furball curling up to him in bed in your absence. He even caught himself cooing to the blasted little creature on occasion.

  Astarion sat in the wrought iron chair across from you, a forgotten book propped open on his forearm as he admired the tenacity on your face, tongue jutting ever-so-slightly from between succulent lips as you struggled to work with the paints. How could you be so blissfully oblivious to the beauty you are? He wondered, his head resting in the palm of his unoccupied hand. He had a burning fire in his chest, demanding he show you not only your beauty but that you deserved much more than the small cottage you shared with seven other occupants. Your rightful position was right next to him in his palace. You deserved to have everybody else waiting at your beck and call, not the other way around. You insisted you could not leave your family, nevertheless.

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  “Stay here with me. I promise I’ll make it worth your while, my pet.” The two of you lay bare, entangled in silk sheets and each other’s arms. Astarion stroked the delicate pink skin of your cheek with the careful tips of his fingers, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. His words caused you to let out an amused giggle at his bequest. His eyebrows knitted together, and a slight frown played at the edges of his lips. He was serious.

  Your smile dropped, and an apologetic look graced your features. “Oh, Astarion.” You sighed wistfully. “I just can’t. Not right now. Papa’s not doing well; I can’t just abandon him. Lillian needs a lot of guidance at this time, and with Alan having just moved into his own home now that he’s married, there’s no one to take care of our younger sisters.” You sputtered out. Astarion noted the stress that marred your face and decided to drop the matter for now.

  “Sh, my treasure.” He coaxed, pulling your head into his chest. “We can address it later.”

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  Astarion pondered on when he had gone so soft, for lack of better words. Before you, there was no hesitation to steal what he wanted. Much easier it would have been to just bite you, keeping you to himself for all of eternity. He had thought about it when the disdain of being apart grew too great. This was after you, though. You had brought a bright light into his world of darkness, and he knew you would never be the same if he made such a decision on your behalf. 

  Guilt regularly gnawed at a conscious he wasn’t even aware he’d had. He still hadn’t found the courage to tell you of his true nature. You often called the raised tissue on his neck his vampire bite, and he’d always panic at the joke, wondering if he’d been found out. Inwardly, of course, he ensured he remained calm and collected on appearance. Soon, he told himself. He’d let you enjoy the normalcy of your current relationship for just a while longer.

  Your groan fractured him from his thoughts. “Okay, it’s actually terrible. Please don’t laugh at me.” You pouted. 

  “I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” Astarion assured, setting his book down on the table before him, pushing back his chair, and standing up. He bent down to get a better look at the canvas. “My, that’s a beautifully eclectic rendition of yours truly.” He hums, resting his hands on your shoulders, squeezing in encouragement. He meant it. It was something you had created; of course he would love it.

  “Okay, you are officially the biggest liar I know.” You grinned, patting his hand softly as he shifted away. Georgie stretched in your lap. You placed him down, smiling as he hurried away into the open door of the manor.

  “Your words wound me.” He holds his hands to his chest dramatically. “I’ll display it in the foyer.” His finger reaches to tap the tip of your nose playfully.

  “I guess it must truly be Astarion approved then.” You hummed, recalling how tumultuous he had acted when replacing the art in his foyer. It must be perfect, he had said; first impressions are everything, my dear. “I don’t think your guests would be in agreeance with you.” At this point, you had stood on your tip-toes, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

  He dismissed your presumption with a wave of his hand. “Nonsense, my love. You question my tastes? When I’ve got you on my arm? I’ve already won.” His index finger taps the underside of your chin, encouraging your mouth to his. You oblige, and Astarion lets out a delighted laugh against your lips. He would never grow tired of how easily you unraveled for him and him only. Without breaking contact, he reaches down to grip the backs of your thighs, lifting you from the ground and setting you on the garden table.

  Your breathing hitched as his hands wrought at the bottom of your dress, pushing the hem up until it pooled around your waist. His fingers brushed your mound over already-soaked underwear. He clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “So ready for me already, pet? I’ve barely touched you.” Spoken like a purr, causing goosebumps to bloom over your skin. He buried his nose into your neck and breathed your scent in deeply. Chamomile and lavender had become distinctively you. His eyes close as your fingers tread over his scalp, hooking into his hair. “Keep touching me like that, treasure. I’ll fuck you right here.” 

  “Please. It’s been too long.” You murmur. It had indeed, he thought. This was your first day together after being apart for ten long, agonizing days. His fingers push your underwear to the side, the tips hardly swiping over your drenched core. The contact motivated your body further against him. Your breasts pressed to his firm chest, and he brought his unoccupied hand to sit atop them, thumb stroking delicious skin.

  Greedy hands moved to the front of his trousers and at the feeling of his bulge, you ached to feel him inside of you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and tenderly pushed your hands away. Your expression was one of rejection that panged Astarion’s undead heart, but his demeanor was one of significance. He took your hands in his as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Stay with me, Tav. The manor has never been this airy without you. I mean- I understand you have responsibilities you believe are your own, but I could give you everything.”

  With a furrowed brow, you sluggishly pull away from him. “These responsibilities are my own. This is my family, Astarion.” You pursed your lips, looking everywhere but at the man before you.

  “Pet, don’t be silly. They are holding you back. I recognize you love them, but you cannot put your needs on hold to protect them forever.” He reaches out to brush the hair from your face, but you quickly dodge the touch, pressing him aside so you can stand from your position on the table. His jaw clenches in annoyance, but he allows you your space.

  “So, what? My father will be buried beside my mother soon, and you are so selfish that you can’t even give me the grace to spend his last days with him.” He had never seen the fire on your face; your usual demeanor dissolved.

  Astarion’s jaw slackens, and he shakes his head in response. “I’m just thinking big picture. Where will your sisters go when the time comes, Tav? Are you to give your entire life to them? How is it fair to you?”

  “If that is what must be done, then so be it.” Astarion noted how heavy your chest heaved, your body shaking from anger. You were angry with him.

  “And what of me?” He was mindful of how needy and, as you said, selfish he sounded but couldn’t hold back. “What do you want with me if not forever?” Indeed, you couldn’t expect him to house the entire cavalry that was your family.

  You froze and gulped in a large breath to calm your nerves. Maybe you have been negligent of his feelings as things grew more serious between you two. “I want you, Astarion. I want everything with you. I want to take your last name. I want to bear your children. I want to care for you until we’re both old and gray.” There’s a crack in your voice as you stifle back tears. Astarion’s stare softens, his stomach plunging at the knowledge of only ever being able to gift you one of those things. “I’ve always dreamt of creating a family of my own. Of being a mother to children created with the man I love.” You pause to swipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “But I can’t leave my sisters to fend for themselves. I won’t.” 

  Astarion observes you as you collect your shawl, exiting the garden without another word. He’d let things go too far. He’d led you to believe this future you dreamed of could be achieved with him and even encouraged the delusions in his own way. Perhaps you would be better off if this relationship came to a close.

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georgerussell63 Honeymoon with my wife. Can't believe I get to call you that.

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ellarussell you mean you? oscarpiastri He's moping because his grid parents didn't take him with them. georgerussell63 I don't think he would want to anyways... landonorris And why is that Georgie Porgie? logansargeant Lando... landonorris What? oscarpiastri Babe, George means they're going to do some adult things that kids shouldn't hear landonorris OH EW TMI logansargeant You walked right into that one.

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ellarussell it's called a honeymoon. a honeymoon is a trip without kids after you get married. which you wouldn't know anything about since you've never been married. georgerussell63 THATS MY WIFE georgerussell63 Not that we owe you an explanation but we will be having a trip after our honeymoon with the twins.

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ellarussell to everyone who has asked if i have seen the tweet, i have. i originally wasn't going to post anything about it, but after a certain someone threatened to expose their faces, i had to post.

i don't show my kids on social media for privacy. they are not old enough to consent for their pictures to be on the internet. but there are also a lot of creeps that love pictures of kids, and i do not want my kids, current and future, to be on those pages. family and certain friends know what they look like and understand that i do not want them shown. if you don't agree with me, then please unfollow me.

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pairing - george russell x wife!reader

summary - reader and George always been friend of a friend of a friend, but the 2022 Las Vegas GP and one night out partying with tequila changes out, they only find out until a year later

a/n - this is going to be full of dirty, dirty secrets between characters. i imagine reader to have short raven hair and, weirdly specifically, a tattoo of angel wings with a heart in between them on her chest. but of course the hair color won’t be black and the tattoo might be mentioned…. also reader’s best friend is Daniel Ricciardo and she will have another best friend (who will be named Anastasia) because I need another character and I’m to lazy to add another driver who fits the vibe 🥴 idk, this is so random :) p.s not proofread

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“Look what I found!”

Daniel sing-songs happily as he enters the room. He clutches a leather covered book in his hands as a shit-eating grin covers his face.

“What did you find now Daniel?” Y/n sighs as she smiles a little at the excitement in her best friend’s eyes.

“A photo album that someone has been hiding.” Daniel glances at Anastasia who shrugs and sticks her tongue out.

George walks in with a three cups of coffee in his hands just as Daniel is about to open his mouth and the book.

“Hi Georgie,” Stassie teases as George hands her the steaming cup of caffeine.

The Brit rolls his eyes and hands Daniel his coffee next.

“Hi George,” Y/n makes her appearance known and George jumps in surprise.

“Hi Y/n,” George says as a tinted pink color covers his cheeks. “Sorry, I would gotten you coffee too if someone would’ve told me you were here.”

George narrow his eyes at Daniel who scoffs.

“Here, you can have my cup.” Daniel hands his cup to Y/n who glances at George and then smiles sheepishly as she takes it.

“Yeah it’s not like he needs it anyway, he’s all sunshine and rainbows.” Ana snort laughs and George smiles little.

Daniel rolls his eyes and sits down at the armchair next to him.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” The Australian opens the book and raises an eyebrow at the first photo.

“What? What is it?” Ana leans over and tries to take a look but Daniel pulls away, leaning to the other side of the chair.

“It’s you,” Daniel can’t help but start laughing uncontrollably as he flips the album to show George and Y/n.

The picture is of Anastasia as a toddler with a party hat on her head of strawberry blonde hair and frosting covering her hands and body.

Ana screeches reaching for the book but Daniel only keeps laughing as he keeps looking over the book.

The find pictures of George and Daniel in racing gear and with helmets too big for their heads. Y/n and Ana doing baby antics like putting their foot in their mouth or throwing food around with a toothless grin on their face.

“Uh, woah, what is this?” Daniel’s face scrunches together as he pulls the book closer to his face.

“What? What is it?” Anastasia leans over to read and her jaw drops the moment she sees the document in the album.

“What is it?” George and Y/n both tug their brows together and all four of their eyes widen when they like in the realization of the information of the paper in front of them.

“The two of you of married?”

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“Uh huh, yep, thank you.”

Anastasia sighs and places her phone on the table before she sits down.

“So? What is it? Are we married or not.” Y/n nudges at Anastasia’s elbow and bounces in her seat.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are the Mrs Russell.”

George and Y/n share a look and Daniel and Stassie can only open their mouths in wonder before closing them.

It was a mistake. They could barely remember stumbling into the church and having the drunkest smiles on their faces as they said yes.

The feelings and emotions were hidden for so long until finally their intrusive thoughts finally took over; at a church, in Las Vegas while they were both drunk.

“What’s the next step?” Daniel asks quietly.

“Uh, I think it’s time we talk it out.” George ushers both Daniel and Anastasia out the door.

The two both sigh once their friends leave and they are left alone.

George glances at Y/n’s form. She looks out at the window with her knees brought up to her chest. Her tattoo is visible through her lavender tank top.

“I love you, you know?” George kneels down in front of Y/n and takes her hands in his.

“I know and I love you too. But we both knew that eventually that is we were going to have to talk about it.” The y/h/c smiles sheepishly as her tries to avoid George’s eyes.

“I know, and we’ll figure it out. Because you’re my wife, ring or no ring.”

“Well, a ring wouldn’t be that bad.” Y/n mumbles and George laughs.

“Yeah, we’ll make it work.”

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five years later-

”Henry, please stop running again.”

“Mummy! Mummy, look! Daddy’s on TV.” The four year old happily grins as he points at the screen which is playing reruns of moments from the race.

“Yes, he is darling. Please sit down,” Y/n presses a kiss on her son’s head who happily obliges with his eyes glued on the TV.

Y/n sighs and runs a hand through Henry’s hair and watches as George’s post-race interview plays.

A light tug on the bottom on Y/n’s sweatpants makes her tear her attention away from watching her husband’s face on the TV screen.

The toddler wobbles in her place as she hold onto her mother’s leg for support. Y/n picks up her one year old and sets her right above her belly.

Henry turns around and faces his mother, his small hands resting on Y/n’s bump. Pippa immediately turns to face her brother who reaches up to peck his baby sister’s nose.

The toddler shrieks and giggles flapping her hands around. Y/n smiles at her children’s happiness that she can’t even notice that sound of the door opening.

Pippa leans against her mother’s chest and one of her hands press up against the heart on her mother’s chest. The toddler smiles and starts mumbling when she notices someone walk through into the living room.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Pippa whimpers and mumbles into Y/n’s shoulder as she watches George smiles at her and places a finger on his lips.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s not home yet.” Y/n rubs her daughter’s back and places a kiss on her head.

Pippa whines and Y/n rocks her side to side. Y/n stays like that with her daughter until she feels a pair of arms wrap around the crook between her belly and breasts.

“Woah, hi stranger.” Y/n raises an eyebrow at her husband who reaches out for his daughter with a small pout on his face.

“Daddy!” Henry runs fastest than Y/n has ever seen him run and clutches his father’s leg.

George grins while hugging both of his children and wife.

“I missed you,” He presses a kiss on Y/n’s head and a hand on her bump. “All four of you.”

“We missed you too,” Y/n rolls her eyes at her husband’s slight cheesiness. She pretends that she hates it but he knows that she loves it.

They’ve made it through everything, there is no way that they weren’t going to make everything work for the rest of forever.

[forgetyoursingalongsandlullabies]

I’m thinking about the TMA S4 Q&A where Alex asks Jonny “Who knew that Jon liked Martin first, Jon or Martin?” And Jonny answers “Georgie”. I’ve already made my statement on Georgie knowing Jon had feelings for Martin before Jon did. My current thought is that this particular question was one that Alex himself asked Jonny, it wasn’t one of the Q&A questions asked by the audience which means to Alex’s mind there is a world in which Martin knew Jon had feelings for him before Jon even knew. And to be honest that would make so much sense as to why Martin put up with Jon’s shitty behavior towards him for so long and stayed so loyal to him. Like yeah the man definitely has a humiliation/degradation kink or something but also maybe he knew there was something there and just knew he needed to nurture it.

I’m on record saying Jon developed feelings for Martin in season 2 but I also think it is possible that Jon thought Martin was at least very cute upon first laying eyes on him. I think in season 1 Jon tries very hard to be a professional and masked his uncertainty and fear with arrogance and condescension. Ordinarily Jon would think it is unprofessional to talk shit about his assistant on tape even if he doesn’t like him, except that Jon is actively working to not like Martin and the best way to convince yourself of something is to keep saying it out loud. On Martin’s first day in the archives Jon saw this sweet man chasing a dog and first thought ‘Oh no he’s an idiot and I have to be his boss’ but he also thought ‘Oh no he’s cute and I have to be his boss’ so he takes that initial disapproval and dials it up to 10 and just rolls with it to mask and dilute the moment when he thought Martin was a cutie patootie and try to never have that thought again. But we all know that Martin is a lot more perceptive than he lets on and is also a manipulative son of a bitch. Jon is not an amazing liar and maybe Martin saw some part of Jon protesting a little much and thought oh yeah this guy is into me and Martin developed his mild S1 crush. By the time Martin had his first encounter with Jane Prentiss he had let go of the inkling that Jon might like him too and thought Jon actually does hate him but when Jon offers to let Martin stay in the archives to protect him Martin is just kind of like Oh it’s on. So going forward from the moment Jon has Martin move into the archives Martin is flirtier and bolder with Jon.

Through season 2 when Jon is obviously going crazy with paranoia Martin just pushes himself in closer to Jon. First of all he gifts the man the ashes of his enemy as if that’s normal! But also Martin brings Jon tea and hovers around him during lunch and talks to him casually and kindly when nobody else does and makes it Jon’s idea to go to lunch with him even though Jon is supposed to be suspicious of him. He nurtures Jon the way someone would a rescue cat, being kind through the hissing and scratching until you get slow blinks from them and they nervously make sure you’re sitting there to guard them while they eat.

By season 3 when Daisy is interrogating Martin she tells him that everyone she’s spoken to tells her that Jon and Martin are close. Just how did that happen to the extent that any given person at the institute who is asked would say so, at a time when for all intents and purposes Jon was actually pushing away everyone else who knew him? Martin was working hard and he knew what he was doing and he also knew it wasn’t a lost cause. To digress just a moment, when my mom was first dating my stepdad (whom she has now been happily married to for 20 years) he was being kind of noncommittal and on-again-off-again but she would say to me all the time “He loves me he just doesn’t know it yet.” And me being 7 I thought she was crazy but she was right! And honestly in this theoretical world this is exactly how Martin approached things.

All of seasons 3 and 4 for Martin were simple acts of faith, love and loyalty. That charged conversation in MAG 102 that I am OBSESSED with gains quite a lot with the added subtext that Martin has known Jon has feelings for him for a while and now Jon is also starting to realize it too and maybe Martin knows Jon knows! In season 4 when Martin is pushing Jon away with a stick it makes so much sense that he knows Jon has feelings for him because he knows that he has to work hard to keep Jon away. If he thought it was just about Jon wanting information from him he might have approached things differently but he actually took steps to make sure Jon was getting information from him by leaving Jon tapes. He just knew that Jon would pull him too far away from The Lonely which he was now committed to. Like, if your sort of ex-boss sort of friend wants to talk to you sometimes I don’t think that’s going to stop anyone from being lonely but Martin for sure knew by S4 that if he let Jon in, The Lonely plot would be done for. Not only would Peter’s plans be shot because Martin would commit himself to being with Jon and Jon would fully reciprocate but also Peter would definitely take it out on Jon. When Jon pulled Martin from The Lonely I don’t think it would have been enough for Jon to love Martin and also for Martin to love Jon, I think Martin had to know that Jon loved him. So when Martin said that Jon didn’t need him he probably did believe that but he also knew that Jon loves him already so being able to really See Jon just reminded him of what he already knew.

I love this possibility and in fact I now fully do believe that Martin knew Jon loved him back by S4.

[ehlihr]

could you talk a lil on ur thoughts on the tma ending? I dont have strong feelings about it but im very curious of ur opinion? no need to answer if you dont feel like talking on it of course <3

yknow i wrote a big ol thing about it but to keep it brief:

truly i think the ending retroactively soured the show for me in general, and i generally think the show was at its best when it was episodic (which it entirely stopped being in s5), not married to the 15 entities (which it was by s5), and where jon was an unreliable narrator (which he basically stopped being in s5).

generally my "workshop" would have been to change the focal centre of season 5 from jon and martin who, imo, were really boring and not fun to listen to, to melanie/georgie/basira, all people who don't trust jon and who would have, idk, some kind of narrative push to hunt him down for ending the world. i think leaving us in the dark re jon and martin should have been the move.

also, as it turns out, im not a big martin guy. the martin heavy season was a bit much for me. purely personal taste. just wasnt a fan.

[copperbadge]

I went to the library this afternoon, intending to get a study room and do some work on the novel, but I got distracted and ended up spending the two hours working on a short story instead.

Georgie has said that Michaelis hired her after she rescued his friend's child from a kidnapping, and it was suggested to me recently that the friend could be Oliver McAllister, Michaelis's old school mate from Pirates of the Riviera. I was skeptical because the timing didn't quite work out, but I couldn't stop thinking about the idea, so I decided to try making it work.

And let me tell you, these messy bitches.

In 2015, Michaelis is deep in his Kingbot 3000 phase so he doesn't have to Have Feelings, and Gregory has coerced him into taking a vacation by threatening a coup. Meanwhile, Olly is fresh from his second divorce, from a woman who just tried to kidnap their child. Georgie is the most together person in the room and she's an unemployed twentysomething who just beat three men unconscious to prevent said kidnapping.

And the most amusing part to me is that because of how I set it up, Michaelis is just trying to be friendly but inadvertently keeps coming across like he's trying to seduce Georgie. Which also makes Georgie joking about trying to marry him for his money in Royals/Ramblers even funnier.

"Ma'am, the police would like to take a statement," Lael said to Georgie.

"I can have Lael find you a lawyer if you want," Michaelis added. She gave him a sardonic look. 

"All right, let's get it over with," she sighed. "There goes my visit to the Musee D'Orsay."

"We'll give you the room. Olly, why don't you go in with your boy, so the police can speak with you if needed. Lael and I will be at the cafe next door when you've finished."

Georgie nodded, but he stopped as he passed her and put a hand on her arm.

"Come see us when you're done," he said quietly, ducking his head so the police at the doorway couldn't see their faces. "And cancel your job interview in London."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Stay in Paris. You can see the museum this weekend. The palace will cover your lodging and food."

"I...don't want to offend," she said slowly, "but I'm not -- " 

"I'm not flirting with you," he said, realizing belatedly how it might seem to her, and taking his hand from her arm. She looked faintly relieved. "I'm going to spend the time you're giving a statement assembling a job offer for you with my security office. Any young woman who can spot a kidnapping before it happens and soundly beat three grown men should not be leaving Askazer-Shivadlakia to do a job she hates in London. Now, regardless of that, and I say this as a concerned friend, not as king or employer: be honest and helpful with the police, but...economical."

"Just the facts?" she asked. 

"Exactly." He gave her an approving nod and followed Lael out. They were silent in the hallway and lobby, until they stepped out into the street and Lael exhaled.

"That was impressive," he said. "Young lady has a great right hook."

"She's certainly very alert," Michaelis agreed.

"It's been a long time since I've seen someone throw a punch like that."

"Say it and you're fired," Michaelis said good-naturedly. He'd known Lael since the head of security had been a young palace aide during Michaelis's first days as king -- if still years older than the king himself -- and he knew what was coming. 

"Not since our last trip to Galia," Lael said, voice full of relish. "That time a young hothead punched Duke Tomas in the face."

"Utterly fired. I've found your replacement. I'm putting you out to pasture with no pension." 

"You think she'd make a good successor to me?" Lael asked. He was joking but, simultaneously, he was not -- they were both getting older, and Lael was as aware as Michaelis that when a new king was elected in a few years, whoever it was, they would need someone younger, someone who could more easily keep up with them. 

"You tell me," Michaelis said. "You're the expert." 

"Oh, I've been fired, clearly my opinion isn't wanted," Lael said, as they settled into a table at the cafe, Lael with his back to the wall, eyes always scanning behind Michaelis. There had never, at least as far as Michaelis knew, been an attempt on his life, but he'd become used to never getting direct eye contact in public from the man whose job it was, after all, to watch his back. 

"Fine, I withdraw your firing. I suspect purely on her ability to sass me, she is your equal if not your better," he added, as the waitress approached. He ordered coffee and pastries briskly, then turned back to Lael. 

"Well, it's difficult to tell on two minutes' acquaintance," Lael replied, "but actions do speak louder than words." 

"Agreed. Perhaps a contingent offer? She has a law degree; she could likely earn more than we could offer her for a job like yours, but I think she's looking for the right job, not the right pay. Say three months of probation with guaranteed six months of pay to ensure she takes it, and a firm permanent offer at the end if you approve? Conditions non-negotiable but a bit of wiggle room in the salary, I think." 

Lael considered it, then nodded. "I suppose it's paranoia to imagine she might have arranged all this to get into the Palace employ."

"As what, a spy? I love a thriller novel, Lael, but they are fiction," Michaelis replied, amused.

[angel-shaw]

OK! TMA child AU! Cuz some people showed interest!!

Ok so the basic idea is that a bunch of the TMA crew are kids under Elias and Gertrudes care.

In order of adoption we have

-Michael Shelly. Gertrude adopted him at a very young age and he has no memory of his birth parents or how exactly Gertrude found him

-Gerry, Gerry is an slightly older teen who still technically lives with his mom but he spends most of his time at the manor (the manor is basically just a big house idk). Gertrude knew Mary but lowkey hated that bitch so she stole her kid.

-Jon. Again Gertrude knew Jon’s grandma so when she couldn’t, or didn’t want to, take care of Jon she took him in. He still visits her.

-Martin, Gertrude was very close to Martins mom so she already knew Martin, when his mom got hospitalized she agreed to look after him. He vists as oftan as he can, even some of the other kids do.(his moms not a total bitch in this btw…yet)

-Sasha, she lived on the streets and tried to mug Elias. She did fail but only cuz Elias is who he is. He thought she was adorable and was tired of the other kids he needed to care for so he brought her home and legally adopted her.

-Tim + Michal(distortion). Tim and Michal were found together. They both were found by Gerry after excapeing their situation. At first they were very hesitant but recognized Sasha from her time on the street so they agreed to stay there. They are very close to each other and don’t trust easily (well Tim doesn’t, Michal has no sense of danger)

-Jane, Martin found her under a bridge wejile playing with bugs one day, she looked cold so he brought her back to the house. Gertrude helped clean her up, she had extremely matted hair and a lot of bugs attached to her. She wouldn’t let go of Martin until hours later.

-Melony, idk when she showed up or how or what her family situation is, she is here tho and I love her.

-Georgie is friends with Jon but doesn’t live with them, she has parents and house. She does come over often tho because Elias is rich.

-Basira also doesn’t live there, but no one except Daisy knows where she lives. She’s really only over if Daisy is.

-Daisys dad is a cop who works by the manor, she goes with him to work and wonders as she likes. She ends up at the house a lot because there’s always something interesting going on.

Then there’s Michael Crew who’s dateing Gerry. (I saw a tictok and I love them together now, leave me alone)

-Not Sasha is also here btw, the kids say her name in a very heavy American accent and that’s how they differ the names between Sasha and her, I will just say it’s not Sasha cuz idk how to show it’s different 💀. I don’t have a very solid idea for how she got picked up but I think she would be trying to impersonate Sasha in someway, maybe online or something and somehow just ended up moving in

Elias is dateing/married to Peter. He’s around sometimes

There is everyone who is included this far!

I do have a separate house that is run by The Angler fish (in a human form obviously) and he cares for kids as well, like the med students, Nicola, N!Sasha (kinda), Jane(eventually she walks between the two places to just hang out so he cares for her when she’s with them), and one suprise kid! :D (Guess who!)

I haven’t actually written anything but I have a lot of story and head canons:) but I don’t wanna make this to long so if y’all like this I’ll post more!!

Tag list for those who responded to my original post so y’all can see this!!! :D

@frontflip-somersault-express @jubjubbird @thehistoryone @aboxisonmyhead @nonbinarytoast @moonvalley94 @pigeons-with-jello @riddle-on-the-milk-carton

I hope I got y’all’s tags right!!! Please leave comments and suggestions!!! I love reading and hearing input!!! Plus if you wanna ask questions about the AU that will help give me something the jump off on!

[middle-ans]

may i ask for arranged marriage ceo lewis and model georgie pretty pls? <333

This one is so delicious to play with, thank you for the ask! To you and couple of anons who also asked for arranged marriage au (1599 words)

Lewis exhaled with the weight of his latest sleepless nights, rocking back against the solidity of the back of the chair in Sebastian's office. He hadn't taken a shred of relief from the fact that, on the advice of his assistant, he'd let other people's ears take the burden of his troubles.

“So this Rosberg situation isn't improving in any way?” Sebastian frowned, drifting his gaze over the man's inherent creases of imperfection on the silk shirt beneath. Not at all like Lewis.

“He's so intent on nibbling off as big a piece of the cake as humanly possible, that's all the lawyers have come up with. This farce, I don't know, sounds like madness, but the only legal way to stop his expansion is just this.”

“Marriage,” raising his eyebrows, Sebastian sighed. “With someone trustworthy and not mouthy to take over some of your assets, as well as property, real estate, cars-”

“Thanks,” Lewis rolls his eyes, tapping fingers on the armrest. “You're not helping matters by voicing all of that.”

“Your former business partner, co-owner of a stake in your magazine and part-time a man with little more than the prefix ‘ex’ to other roles in which I wouldn't imagine him anywhere near you, wants to strip you of the lion's share of your corporation,” he shrugs, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “One has to make sure.”

“And by marrying someone who can divest part of the ownership with me I can salvage the situation.”

“Well,” the blond man's broad palm circles the spacious office, the most obvious of all. “You happen to be in a place that's a little more than just a friendly company to you. A twin company, I'd say. Vesper House has partnered with Hamilton Inc. for as long as it's existed, our models are on the covers of your magazines, where else would you find a confidant? Trustworthy enough for people to believe - yes, it could be Mr. Hamilton's husband.”

Lewis lets out a breath through his nose with a gasp of eagerness, turning back to the glass wall revealing the entire busy floor hallway. Faces worth a million and bodies on bars of gold wander routinely in grace between offices, pick any one and a few people will choke on their dry Martinis at an Upper East Side party. Still, that wasn't all Lewis was looking for.

“Any of them with the wisdom to carry on someone else's legacy?” he squints, clinging his gaze to the passing figure of a long-legged model, immediately abandoning it as the very idea, rejecting the option. “Knowing he has no real right to any of this? Someone capable of playing a love story believably for all the world to see?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, there is one someone.”

Pushing his foot off the floor, Lewis swings his chair back toward the CEO's desk, arching an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Who?”

“He's a relatively new face. But oh, what a promising one. I believe you haven't met him before? I put him on Vogue Italia, GQ once, but not - Samantha, can you check if George is here? George Russell, Susie's boy, ask him to come to my office - yeah, not your magazine. Bright, doesn't talk out of his ass, very dignified at parties, the only one who'll be sober and cheerful for the rest of the event. And, well. Something, a good feeling about him, yeah. I guess in a case this delicate, it has to be.”

Maybe there was something Lewis wanted to say there, but a brief knock came at the door behind him and it opened with a quiet noise, letting in the sound of the bustle of halls for a bit.

“Mr. Vettel, you wanted to see me?”

A snippet of Sebastian's smile is what Lewis sees first before shifting his gaze and body to the side to look at the model. And prejudice be damned, his easy short walk from the entrance to the vacant chair in front of the desk in loose white slacks, a simple shirt buttoned up to the beginning of the rise of his collarbones up over tanned skin, the casualness of the welcoming smile that someone who must be George Russell turns to Lewis makes the man settle a pool in his own mouth. He waits until George looks at his boss again to swallow spit, not wanting to appear an idiot, and of all times now he's definitely not in a position to prioritize a pretty face above his immediate concerns.

“I believe you've never met before?” Sebastian readily points his hand toward the man so far unfamiliar to the model, but Lewis foils his attempt with his own outstretched palm for George, mastering a relaxed curve of his mouth in a smile for a first impression. Sebastian holds back a surprised noise at the bottom of his throat, not at all the way Lewis usually prefers introductions to come, waiting for his name to escape another man's mouth, no, he parts his lips himself, all too turned torso towards the model rather than the man on the other side of the desk.

“Lewis Hamilton,” he lets out softly, taking the pleasant weight of George's hand in his own. “Hamilton Inc.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” George chuckles, squeezing fingers subtly in their relaxed grip beneath each other's wrists. “Magazines, fashion houses, TV shows. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Pleasure is very much on my side. And Lewis, please.”

Sebastian rubs his forehead in surprise, deciding whether to interfere with the flow, but clears his throat nonetheless, and a sharp sound breaks the contact of their hands, still gently, with the proper slip of fingers over skin in a brief goodbye.

“I called you in to discuss a potential job. Not exactly your profile, if I may, but no pressure to choose, you know. You see, Mr. Hamilton-”

“Lewis,” the man corrects insistently, continuing to consider the intricate shades of blue, green, and gray in wide eyes.

“-needs a special favor. And his case is quite-”

“That was you on the April cover of Vogue, wasn't it?” Lewis curves his mouth in a wider smile, exposing a blinding row of teeth, and George reciprocates in the most natural way possible; if Lewis pulls his chair a little closer he's sure to capture the blossoming blush on his cheeks, the lines of dimples in his generously presented toothy smile.

“I was, indeed.”

“That Brioni you wore, was exceptional.”

George tilts his head curiously, some strands of his curls flopping up against his high forehead and he squints in pleasant surprise.

“The finest of Italian, isn't it?”

“And the Loro Piana knitted collection for the February issue, yes, now I remember the face.”

“I might be hurt that you once forgot it, but if you pop a guess at my favorite shoot of the year for the third time right, I can excuse the offense,” George throws a leg over his foot, the whole elegance of his body shifting in an axis closer to Lewis, and men are the weaker sex to resist something that represents a true, delicious beauty of the whole expansion of skin even when all he sees of it is a few inches of chest, wrists, and ankles. He's already into it, desperate to find out more.

“That's a high stake,” Lewis smiles, licking his lower lip in the most humble way available. “But maybe, ah, I'd bet on Dior Homme, but you're a much more intriguing bird. Ermenegildo Zegna, perhaps?”

A giggle pouring from flushed pink lips smoothly, effortlessly, George nods, leaving one hand wrapping around the waistband of his pants, relaxed on the curve of his hip.

“You're very much right.”

Sebastian has to clear his throat not so glibly, raising an eyebrow at Lewis, but throwing a businesslike smile at George, and the model switches in the most discreet way, setting his attention back to the man at the table, still not getting rid of the soft smile.

“Husband,” he blurts out with a rush, Lewis rolling his eyes, pinching himself on the bridge of his nose. Couldn't have done it more subtly. “Lewis needs a husband to protect his share of assets in what is essentially his company, and he's looking for someone trustworthy, able to carry himself around safely in public for what should be a very public and convincing affair.”

“Couldn't have laid it out better even coming out of Harvard, Sebastian,” Mr. Hamilton sighs, turning his head again to the model, pleased not to find instant rejection there. “It's not as bad as it sounds, really.”

“Being your husband, you mean?” George drawls teasingly, baring his snow-white smile while the man next to him chuckles, shaking his head.

“As a matter of fact.”

“A marriage of convenience,” the model quietly savors the intrigue on the tip of his tongue, tilting his head. “For the world to see. It's high melodrama.”

“But worth playing, I hope?”

“Whoa, hold your hats, first we need a very clear legal framework-”

“Do you find yourself free for tonight?” Lewis leans on the armrest with his elbow, dancing his fingers along the edge of his lips. Sebastian drops his hands tiredly into his lap.

“I don't have any plans for the night, do I, sir?” George glances across the table, and Sebastian shrugs, playing with the clicks of his pen.

“You're your own man.”

“Well,” the model returns his attention to Lewis, replicating the shrug easily and casually. “Then I'd very much like to hear the backstory, Lewis.”

[its-time-to-write]

Hiii! Sorry it’s taken me so long to read the new fic but it’s amazing!! Such a beautiful story! I love that she moved next door to Jamie’s mom. Giving invisible string vibes. But now I’m wanting the engagement story!!!

Thanks for this! Don’t know why I struggled so hard with this ask🙃

This technically can be a standalone, but this request was in light of the fic i know now it’ll pass, so check it out if you get confused😂 Thanks for requesting!

healing me fine

“We’re going where?” you ask for the millionth time.

“Not fucking telling,” Jamie replies, also for the millionth time. “Just sit there and look pretty, babe.”

You frown at him and pull your legs up in the passenger seat of his car. He has a day off of training, and you both have been looking forward to it for a long time. Jamie took it upon himself to plan a date but he refused to give you any details other than the instructions, “Dress cute.”

So here you are, dressed cute with a picnic basket at your feet so it won’t slide around in the boot.

You ask, “How much longer?” and Jamie pretends like he can’t hear you. The nerve. The audacity. The-

“Stop thinking shit about me,” he says. He’s got one hand on the wheel and another on your thigh. You slip your hand into his and squeeze it. 

“I just like to know things,” you tell him. “You know everything about me. Why do you get to have secrets?”

He lifts your hand to kiss it, eyes still on the road. “Stop being so dramatic,” he says with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “We’re almost there.”

He pulls into a gravel lot and comes around to open your door. He grabs the picnic basket in one hand and you with the other. 

“C’mon.”

You follow him down a stone path into“Lad who owns this place rents it out to people,” Jamie tells you. “Private experience, like. Fuckin’ called him like an old fart soon as I knew it weren’t gonna rain. Had to give him tickets to the next match agains Chelsea, like. Anyway, figured you’d like it.”

‘Figured you’d like it’ is the understatement of the century. Jamie’s taken you to the mist gorgeous private garden you’ve ever seen in your life. The stone path is mossy and green, and a soft breeze makes the bushes and trees rustle. It’s a good thing Jamie has a firm grip on your hand and knows where he’s going, because you’re too busy staring at all the flowers.

“Here we are,” Jamie says, coming to a stop in a small clearing. There’s a blanket laid out, and lanterns strung in the tree.

The breath feels like it’s knocked from your lungs.

“Jamie,” you gasp, “what the fuck? This is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done in your whole life.”

Jamie cocks his head. “More romantic than carrying you to a real bed at 4am instead of concrete?” 

“Yes,” comes your immediate reply. “Well, maybe not. But it’s definitely number two.”

“Thank fuck,” Jamie says. “Now if ya say ‘no,’ I’ll know it wasn’t a complete waste.”

Your brow furrows. “Say no to what?” you ask.

Jamie grins, squeezes your hand, and slips down onto one knee. He fumbles with a pocket and pulls out a small box.

“Marry me?” he asks.

“Obviously,” you reply, tears beginning to form. “How else would I sleep at night?” You smile back at him as he slides a giant diamond on your finger, then stands up to dip you in a kiss. You’re vaguely aware of clapping and when you come up for air you see Georgie and Simon . 

“I thought you were coming tomorrow!” you exclaim.

“It’s called a decoy, babe,” Jamie says. “Been planning this for fucking ages. Even got Roy to pick ‘em up from the airport. Hairy prick said he weren’t doing it for me but he’d do it for you.”

“Prick,” you agree as Georgie squeezes you in a tight hug.

Her eyes are glistening, but you’re not surprised; she’s been hoping for this since you first met.

“I’ve finally got a daughter,” she says. “I’m so happy for you, love.”

“Oi, I’m here too,” Jamie complains.

Simon pats him on the back. “You know how they get when they’re together. Better get used to it, this is how holidays are going to go.”

You’re not even paying attention because you’re too busy giggling and planning with Georgie. You catch his eye and he winks at you, which you return with a pointed blink 

Jamie shakes his head fondly. He’s sure he couldn’t have picked a better person to spend the rest of his life with.

[tavolgisvist]

Q: How did you meet Linda? Paul: Linda and I met in a club in London called the Bag of Nails, which was right about the time that the club scene was going strong in London. She was down there with some friends. I think she was down there with Chas Chandler and some other people, and I was down there with some friends, including a guy who used to work at the office. I was in my little booth and she was in her little booth and we were giving each other the eye you know. Georgie Fame was playing that night and we were both right into Georgie Fame. Q: When did you first realize you wanted to marry her? Paul: About a year later. [in 1968??] We both thought it a bit crazy at the time, and we also thought it would be a gas. Linda was a bit dubious, because she had been married before and wasn’t too set on settling. In a way, she thought it tends to blow things, marrying ruins it. But we both fancied each other enough to do it. And now we’re glad we did it, you know. It’s great. I love it. Q: Some of the critical notices on her debut performances seemed to ask where she had come from. Paul: Yeah. Well, the answer is, nowhere, really. Q: Mick Jagger had that quote. He wouldn’t let . . . Paul: … his old lady in the band, yeah. That was all very understandable at the time because she did kind of appear out of nowhere. To most people, she was just some chick. I just figure she was the main help for me on the albums around that time. She was there every day, helping on harmonies and all of that stuff. It’s like you write millions of love songs and finally when you’re in love you’d kind of like to write one for the person you’re in love with. So I think all this business about getting Linda in the billing was just a way of saying, “Listen, I don’t care what you think, this is what I think. I’m putting her right up there with me.” Later we thought it might have been cooler not to introduce her so bluntly. Perhaps a little more show business: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my better half. Isn’t she sweet and coy?” It turns out it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter one bit. At the time it was a little rough, maybe. At the time it was rough for her. None of us realized what . . . it was like someone marrying Mick, you don’t realize . . . you know there’s going to be a lot of fans who are going to hate it, but you still end up thinking, well, it’s my life. I know of a lot of rock & roll stars or just even show business people who will regulate their life to their image. It can mess you up a lot. I know a lot of guys from the old days who wouldn’t get married, even if they wanted to. Wouldn’t get married because it might affect their careers. The old management thing—”You can’t get married, all your fans are going to desert you.” So the guy doesn’t get married. But the thing is, in a couple of years, his career is over anyway. And he didn’t get married, and he went and blew it. So I didn’t. “Well, I’m not going to let that kind of thing interfere with me.” Although I didn’t wish to blow my career, I thought it was more important to get on with living. We went ahead and just did what we felt like doing. Some of it came out possibly a bit offensive to some people, but it turns out that it didn’t matter in the first place. You just keep going. Q: Did your friends in music stick by you at that time or did you find it a little tough? Or did you have that many friends at the time? Paul: I remember Ringo saying at the time “How many friends have I got?” and he couldn’t count them on one hand. And that’s what it boils down to, really. You can have millions of friends, but when someone asks you how many friends you’ve got, it depends on how honestly you’re going to answer. Because I don’t think I have that many. No one went against me or anything, I think I isolated myself a bit. It’s just one of those things. We had just met for the first time. We’re very romantic, the both of us, and we didn’t really want to hang out with anyone else.

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Q: How did you feel people would react to Linda’s presence? Paul: She was on Let It Be doing backup vocals. That was her first appearance, and nobody said much about that. The time we did McCartney, as it was largely recorded in the back room, she was always there. That was how she came to be on the album as much as she was.

(Paul McCartney, Jan 1974, interview with Paul Gambaccini for RollingStone)

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I CAN'T DO IT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George doesn't want to watch you get married to another man Warnings: bit angsty ig? Note: bit long, and this took way too long to make, i'm talking dayss

"how are you feeling?" you heard your fiancé ask as he walked up from behind you

"nervous, I have this feeling that something big is going to go wrong and will ruin the whole thing" you shook your head the pit in your stomach that had been there for days now was getting bigger, and it made you want to throw up

"everyone gets that feeling, it'll be fine, I promise, I'll make sure nothing happens" he rubbed your shoulder

"why are you awake?" you asked him

he was a good young man, he was a Hufflepuff from Hogwarts, you never talked in school as he wasn't in your year, but rather in Harry's year. Zacharias Smith, you started going out about 2 years ago and things were going really well that he popped the question at the end of last year

"you weren't in bed, so I went looking for you" he shrugged

you were getting married in a few days, and things were a bit shaky.

you're bridesmaids turned up today to start helping with setting up and making sure you weren't to stressed

but as soon as Ginny, Hermione and Angelina walked through the door, they could sense it.

the Weasley's came alongside Ginny and as soon as you saw George for the first time in what seemed like forever, you started panicking.

"come on, let's go get some sleep, you'll feel better" Zach said as he took your hand

"you go ahead, let me just stay here for a bit" you insisted, letting him go

"I'll give you 10 minutes" he smiled before going up the stairs.

you closed your eyes as you heard the door shut, telling you he had gone back to bed.

"you alright?" you heard a careful voice say from behind you, making you jump in surprise

you turned around to see George and felt like you were pass out.

the only reason he's here is because his family were invited, you couldn't just invite his family and say he wasn't allowed to come, he was also a very close friend of yours, even if he was also your ex boyfriend

"go back to bed, George" you whispered as he walked up to you

you were ashamed of yourself for even looking at him, and you'd never admit that you still had feelings for him, that after all this time of avoiding them, that when you locked eyes with him this morning, all the love and care for his began to present itself again

and you would never say it, but you never felt the passion for Zach like how you did with George.

but you hadn't been with George in almost 2 and a half years and you never would be again after that day.

"do you really love him?" he interrogated selfishly

"don't, George, you can't come here and question if I love him or not" you shook your head, looking away from him

"it's a reasonable question, love" he stuffed his hands into his pockets

"of course I love him, I wouldn't be getting married to him if I didn't, George" you frowned

"you can't marry him"

"George you can't do that, it's not fair" you huffed

"no, it's not fair, it's not fair that you're marrying him" he agreed to make a different point

"yeah well who's fault is that?" you quizzed "you have no right to tell me who I should marry"

"does he know?" he raised his eyebrows, he didn't have to say what, but you knew what he was talking about

"no" you hesitated

"why haven't you told him?" he tilted his head

"I'm going to bed" you sighed as you began walking past him, but he grabbed your waist and made you stay

"please" he cleared his throat from a voice crack "please don't marry him"

"please stop, Georgie" you let the nickname slip from your mouth

"I'm not going stop, you can tell me a million times but I won't stop trying" he spoke softly

"then let go, I'm not gonna give in to you, George" you choked back a sob

"you're gonna regret marrying him, you're making the biggest mistake of your life" he murmured as he let you go. letting you walk away

-

"so you've got everything? you're not forgetting anything that has to be done?" Ginny asked and Hermione looked at the clipboard she made to make sure everything was on track for you to have the weeding you deserved

you were spaced out, thinking about what George had said to you the night before

"hey, what's wrong?" Ginny rushed, taking a hold of your shoulder to support you

you looked her tears in your eyes as you panicked inside

"what happened?" Hermione came to your side

"nothing, I'm just so happy" you fake smiled

you were all by the venue that the guys had made for the wedding. it wasn't completely set up due to the wedding being tomorrow but it was cleaned out and the floor had been put down for it

"good, the aisle is ready for tomorrow, they just finished setting it up"

you caught a glimpse of George by the floor with Fred and Angie

Ginny followed your gaze as Hermione went inside to fetch you some tea to calm your nerves

"did he say something?" she wondered as she looked back at you

"he told me I shouldn't marry Zach, that I'd regret it and it's a mistake" you wept

"did he tell you he still loves you?" she questioned, looking back at him

"no, just told me I can't marry him and questioned if I loved Zach or not" you played with your fingers

"what did you say?"

"I said that he's being unfair and that he has no right to say that" you swallowed thickly

"do you, um- do you still- love George?" her voice wobbled as she asked, nervous that you'll snap

"no? that's not even a question, I love Zach and only him" you denied, making her nod along, not really believing you

"ok"

it was only then when you realised George was looking at you, catching your gaze

you held it until he looked away sadly

-

you walked out of the house for the second night in a row, to get fresh air, everything was clouding your mind and you couldn't think straight

you noticed a dark figure on the bench that was near the floor.

as much as you didn't want to approach them, your feet decided to move closer, almost like it was begging for trouble

you sat beside them and stayed silent for a while

"give me one reason why I shouldn't marry Zach" you looked over at him

"why does it matter anymore? you're not going to just not marry him. so what's the point of trying?" his voice was cold and emotionless

"this isn't my fault, we would still be with each other if you didn't..." you trailed off, not wanting to mention the break up, even though it was on both of your minds for ages

"I'm not blaming you" he shook his head, looking down at his lap

"tell me you still love me" you muttered as you looked over at him

"and then what? you'll still get married to him. you want me to admit that I'm still in love with you for you to go off with another man? how's that fair?" he stared at you

"well do you?" you tilted your head

"of course I fucking do! I've never stopped, Y/n, every single day of my life I have to live taunts me with the fact you're not mine! do you know how much that kills me? knowing that out there you're with someone that isn't me?" he snapped

"there's no need to be mad" you whispered

"why are you here?" he asked coldly

you couldn't admit that you didn't know what to do, that at the end of the day, you were meant to marry Zach, but that you're heart called George's name.

you couldn't tell him that even a small part of you wanted to start again with him, because you had no idea how he would react, he could either pressure you into running away with him or get mad at you and leave.

"nervous, it's not everyday you're supposed to get married tomorrow" you shrugged

"well you love him, right? nothing's going to get in the way of that so why be nervous" he replied dully

you didn't have enough willpower or energy to respond to him and he could sense it

"you should go get some rest, you've got a big day tomorrow" he smiled softly, even if it was pained

he kissed your head softly, his lips lingering as if he wasn't ready to let you go yet, but soon he pulled away and ushered you to go back inside and get sleep

you got up from the bench and left him there to stare out into the distance.

you sighed as you walked into the door grumpily

"how are you feeling?" you heard the awfully familiar voice that belonged to Molly by the window, looking out at George

she turned to you and gave you a sympathetic smile with a knowing look

"good... I'm feeling good" you lied, you never would have even thought about lying to someone like her, who you once considered a second mother, but you couldn't bare to say the truth to her this time

she thinned her lips with a tight smile, letting you go to bed for tomorrow.

-

"wake up! rise and shine you bride to be" Ginny shouted to wake you up

"piss off" you grumbled as you covered your face with a pillow

"do you really want to be late on your wedding day?" she chuckled, going to your side and ripping the blanket off

"fine" you whined, sitting up as she went through what to do.

you had a quick shower and got into your dress, you're up in, drying to be ready for styling it.

Hermione came through the door with Angie by her side

"ok, so, the cake-" she started, a worried look on her face

"Hermione, the cake is the last of my worries, if there's something wrong with it, do what you think would be best" you cut her off with a smile

"ok" she nodded vigorously, Angie staying in the room to do your hair

"are you thinking in or out?" she asked

"I really don't mind, what do you think will be best?" you sighed calmly

"well i think having it out will really compliment the sleeves" she tilted her head, looking at you through the mirror

"then do it" you nodded

"how are you this calm? are you not worried at all?" she raised her eyebrows

"no, I'm fine" you beamed as she started your hair

"do you want your make up now?" Ginny came in with her makeup bag

"go ahead"

they were all dressed in their bridesmaid dresses with their make up already done, looking beautiful

Angie started putting clips in your hair as Ginny brushed your cheeks with a light pink

you started hearing Hermione yell out orders as the girls finished you up

you felt Angie step away from you and looked at your hair

"you look beautiful" Ginny said as she put her brushes down

"thank you"

"now you need to put your shoes on and then we'll get you your bouquet and then wait for your entrance" Hermione bursted in to see you almost ready

Angie and Hermione left and left Ginny in there with you, handing you your heels

"how are you really feeling? there's no way you are this calm when your weeding is less than an hour away" she frowned

"I'm fine, Gin, really" you grinned at her, her helping you with the strap of your shoe

"I know you might not like to hear about him right now but, George was thinking of leaving" she mentioned, making you pause

"why?" you asked

"Y/n, he doesn't want to see the woman he loves most in this world get married, I heard him talking to Fred saying that the invite felt like you were trying to torture him" she rubbed her arm

"can you tell him to come here so I can talk to him please, Gin" you took a deep breath

"yeah, I'll go find him" she looked down, walking out of the room

after a few minutes there was a knock on your door, you knew it was him and you called him in

the door slowly opened and he walked in, you stood in front of him as he stared at you

you noticed his eye slightly twitch at the sight of you

"you look stunning" he nodded to himself, looking at you sadly

it was then when you noticed he wasn't dressed like everyone else, but in his everyday clothes

"I don't want to go" he said, knowing what you brought him here to say

"but I want you there" you blinked

"why? why do that to me?" he looked away from you

"am I not allowed to have my friend at my wedding?" you didn't want to hurt his feelings but you could tell you did by his face

"I should go home" he said suddenly

"what? no, please don't go home, George, please" you pleaded, stepping closer to him as he backed up

"I'm just going to ruin it, I don't want to ruin your day. that wouldn't be fair, our break up was my fault and I need to live with that, not take it out on you, I'm sorry" he put his hands out for you to not go near him

"you're not going to ruin it, you'll ruin it by not being there, George please" you begged for him to stay

"no, if I'm there all I'm going to do is make it worse, you love him and I need to accept that you're not mine anymore"

"George Fabian Weasley if you don't go to my wedding I will hex you, you're still one of my best friends George, please" you pouted, not wanting to cry

"then hex me, please that'll be much better than going to your wedding" he smiled

"fine, go home then" you frowned, turning away from him

you heard him open the door and stay there for a while before you heard him sigh

"I love you, forever and always" he spoke carefully.

you heard the door close and you felt like you were put into a dream, and you were brought back to all the times he said that in your relationship.

you both would say that when leaving each other, whether it was after saying goodnight, parting ways to go to class, or leaving each other in general

the last time he had said that to you was parting ways during the war, he went off as Tonks pulled you away to cover a different part of the castle

that was the day your relationship changed forever, he almost lost Fred and he became paranoid, and finally, a few months after the war, you broke up with him, he was lashing out and he wouldn't sleep and he would get mad at anything, you knew it wasn't his fault but you wanted a break from it.

-

you stood next to Molly and Arthur as your bridesmaids and groomsmen in front of you, waiting for the cue

"he stayed, you know" Molly said, pointing to the back of George's head in the audience

"good" you said, she walked away and took a seat, Arthur staying to walk you down the aisle

"I know you think our family hates you for leaving him, but we don't" he started

"why not? I broke his heart"

he chuckled lightly "it was the right thing to do for yourself, he was miserable, and he knows it"

the music started to play and they started walking down, you peeked your head around the corner and saw Zach at the end of the aisle, Smiling brightly and you felt like you were going to be sick

"Ready?" Arthur asked

"Yeah"

You took a deep breath and began slowly walking down with Arthur by your side

Everyone turned to look at you with bright grins, they were happy. But you weren't.

You couldn't bring yourself to be happy when you felt sick to your stomach.

You got to the end and Arthur kissed your forehead

You then stepped up in front of Zach and he grabbed your hand.

You looked to at your family and friends.

You looked at your mum. Who was smiling widely. Then you looked to the other side to see George.

He was frowning as he looked at the front. His eyes were dull and rested, as if he was tired

You began to feel dizzy and you spaced out as the ceremony started

-

"Should anyone here present knowledge of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace" the officiant said, looking up at the audience.

you turned your head to find George in the audience, looking down at his lap.

you noticed that Ginny and Hermione turned to look at him too, as well as Molly, Fred and Angie

he looked up and locked eyes with you, in that moment, you wished he would stand up and say something, to get you out of this position you put yourself in, to save you from marrying a man you knew you didn't love as much as you did George.

but he remained seated, his lips in a tight line, not daring to ruin the ceremony

"alright.

you looked back at your hands that were connected with Zach's

you spaced out again until the officiant turned to you

"Y/n Y/l/n, do you take do you take Zacharias Smith to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honour and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?" you looked at Zach, who was grinning from ear to ear.

in the corner of your eye you saw everybody staring at you, waiting for you to speak

but you couldn't, a lump formed in your throat and stopped your from talking, from breathing.

you turned to the audience once more, your eyes meeting George's again. he had a fake smile on his face even though his eyes were droopy and sad

the longer you looked at him, the more the smile of his faded away, he furrowed his brows as you shook your head

Zach gave your hands a reassuring squeeze and made you look at him

"are you ok? what's wrong?" he mumbled

"I'm sorry" you choked as you lifted your dress, running down the aisle, away from the wedding, hearing the calls from your friends and family

you don't know where you were running to but you ended up at a small lake.

you leaned against a tree and slid down, crying pathetically

you sat there alone, for a while. the wedding was far away from where you were that you couldn't see it and you could barely tell where you were.

you stayed there for what felt like hours before you heard footsteps coming towards you, stepping on the crisp leaves on the grass

you didn't dare to look up, fearing it was Zach.

you knew what running away would do to your relationship, but your feet felt like they were moving on their own accord, you knew that as soon as you ran away, that it meant you and Zach were done. that you could no longer be with him

you left him

"I couldn't do it" you spoke to the person

"what was stopping you?" you heard his voice, the one that caused you to run

you looked up at him, seeing his gentle brown eyes looking down at you

"you," you whispered, seeing his face slightly change "you and your stupid brown eyes" you sobbed, beginning to cry again.

he stood there for a second before sitting beside you, keeping a little distance from you

"I said I wanted to go home, I didn't want for this to happen, I never meant for you to do that" he rubbed his face, genuinely feeling bad about the situation

"you never do, George. that's the problem" you cried, hiding your face in your hands

"he's called the wedding off, for good" he informed you

"figured, I wouldn't want to do it again, I can't. I can't do it, George" you closed your eyes

"I can't bring myself to marry him"

"why not? you love him" he told you.

but that wasn't true, you could never really love Zach when there was George out there, the George you knew before the war.

you don't know how or why it took you so long to notice that throughout your whole relationship with Zach that you craved something more, he wasn't enough, his touch and his words didn't make you blush the way George's did

Zach was great, but it wouldn't be fair to him to marry a girl that didn't truly love him the way she should.

"not as much as I love you, Georgie" you bit your lip, still not looking at him

"you love me?" he questioned

it was silent for a while, you both looking at different things and letting the conversation sink in, the words imprinting on both of your minds

"I don't think I ever stopped" you whispered

you felt him reach for your hand slowly and carefully, not wanting to cross a boundary

you let him take your hand in his and you felt the tingly sensation you never felt with Zach

it felt right but wrong at the same time,

as much as you wanted to enjoy it you knew it was wrong, you were supposed to get married

"how'd you find me?" you wondered, finally looking at him

"I took you here once, remember? it was Christmas and you were staying with me and my family, we snuck out and ran away, we ran here" he raised his eyebrows, looking at the lake

you looked around you and you were hit with the memory of that day

"it was where we had our first kiss" he muttered

you subconsciously smiled at the memory of a scared George slowly leaning closer to you, his hand in yours as he connected your lips, kissing you delicately but with eagerness

you struggled in your dress as you got up, making George confused

you looked around at the trees and noticed you were leaning against the one you were looking for.

you looked around the trunk of it and reached up to trace the scratch marks that you and George made that day

a large heart engraved on the tree with the letters Y/ and G

you teared up as you examined it

George stood up and followed your gaze

his smile dropped when he recalled that you had jinxed it that if you both ever stopped loving each other it would crack, symbolising that you were both broken hearted

but there was no crack, not even a faint line of where it would be if you ever did fall out of love

"would you consider giving me another chance? I'm better now, and I'm not saying I deserve you but I can't picture my life without you in it, I want you by my side, forever and always" he asked

you smiled at his words, he was indeed better, all The Weasley's had told you that a year after you split up, and you could see it yourself, he had the sparkle in his eye and the genuine smile that he had lost.

his posture was straight rather than the hunch he had, his mood was different too. he was better and that's all that you cared about, he was George, the George that you loved and cared deeply for

he was your George and you wouldn't pass him on for the world

"I would love that, Georgie, let me just figure out what I'm going to do about this whole Zach thing"

he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving a tingly sensation. it felt good.

"I'll wait as long as you want, as long as I know you'll be mine again" he beamed.

"my heart always belonged to you, I was yours from the beginning, George" you grinned

"good, because my heart was made for yours"

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