#chez sweet chez

[lilithsaintcrow]

Sun Cookies

And I say, it’s all right. The Princess made sugar cookies for Beltane. Baking is her happy place; I was more than content to reap the rewards. They were lovely, pillowy, and cakelike; she’s been experimenting with different textures. The only drawback is we’re now out of yellow food coloring and I don’t think that’s sold separately. We’ve had the last cold snap. The grass is luxuriant.…

[swordluck]

Laurentius taps out a text message, deletes it, taps it out again, and quickly hits send before he can talk himself out of it.

i was looking at that picture you sent again and it just sort of takes the air out of me every time i realize you're my girl.

He is absolutely positive he has mucked something up the moment he sends it, but there it is, off in the ether, well away from his ability to take it back.

This romance stuff is for the birds, he grumbles inwardly. Which birds, he isn't sure, but not any of them that look like him, that's for certain.

Home again.  Shoes neatly by the door, candles aglow, the kettle rising to a rolling boil, steam climbing the kitchen window.  Outside, the world was dark.  Inside, it basked in warm white light, baked in the homely scents of cinnamon and juniper berry.  From an outdated sound system, the velvet charm of classic crooners poured, Dean Martin singing of a blue moon and love found – a fitting backdrop as her phone softly chimed, Laurentius’ name shining in her notifications.

Anri read the message as she lingered by condensation-cloaked glass.  The world outside was a blur of amber streetlights and the hum of distant traffic, but here, in the stillness of her cosy little apartment, his words burned brighter than any township or city beyond.  Her heart, fragile and hopeful, fluttered against her ribs like a trapped songbird. 

She read it again, and again, and then a third time for luck, her face scrunched with unbridled joy.  There was an honesty to Laurentius’ confession, a rawness that made her chest ache with something sweet and unfamiliar.  It was far from the polished charm she had seen others wield like a knife – his words felt earnest, almost vulnerable, as if his fingers had trembled when he pressed send. 

Anri placed her phone on the worn kitchen table, her fingers lightly brushing the screen, reluctant to let the moment slip away too quickly, but equally reluctant to rush through it.  Leaning back against the worktop, her gaze drifted to the smudged horizon beyond the window.  She could picture Laurentius now, in some dimly lit corner of his world, the sharp edges of his life carved into his posture.  He was rough-hewn, certainly, but he adored her, he made her feel safe.  With him, she was sure to see true love’s face – unmasked, bare, beautiful.

His girl.  He had called her his girl.  Not with possession, but with wonder, as if he could scarcely believe it.  The weight of those words sank their tender hooks into her, leaving her breathless in their wake.

Exhaling slowly, still smiling, Anri reached for her phone once more.  There would be no perfect reply to match his raw sincerity.  All the same, when she finally tapped her response – her touch light, sure – she committed her truths to the ether without hesitation:

I hope it never gets old. I hope I always take your breath away. I know I’ll thank my lucky stars every day for you.

Drunk on the honey of their romance, Anri spun a giddy, girlish circle, her skirt flaring and swirling.  When she came to a halt, she stood, the city’s murmurs fading into nothingness as she wondered if he felt it too – the joy of being wanted so wholly, of being seen as nothing short of a blessing.  A moment later, her thumbs hovered over the keys again, her expression brightening with anticipation as she hurried to add:  

Dinner’s in the oven. What time will you get here? You’d better come hungry!

[bubblegumships]

It’s almost 1:50am— I NEED TO SEE BABY SMOKED CHEESE OR I WILL EAT MY BLANKET

[chezkazu]

Stuffed Portobello Mushroom

[midnasocarina]

so the Scene Queen show was amazing + we saw Peni Parker and CHEZ! We actually had barricade for them both, since we accidentally got there super early, but had to move up the back after their sets because my partner got hit with a dizzy spell :( <3

(photos by me! with no zoom!)

but even with our back view it was such a great show! I might write a full recount later because it was really something special, but for now I'll just say it was probably some of the most fun I've ever had seeing a band ♡

[mrsgurgle]

Well this has been A Day (bomb a midterm, cry at a highschool choir concert, collect cat pee sample)

[swordluck]

Fire had always been foreign to her.  A furtive thing, coaxed to life in the cathedral’s grates – something to be fed, prodded, sustained.  It had been an instrument of illumination, of destruction, of wonder.

As Laurentius conjured that delicate bead of flame, she found herself transfixed.  It danced over his fingers like a living thing, weightless and bright, a wisp of molten gold against the ashen air.  It was almost unbearably beautiful.

And then he spoke, likening his craft to a conversation, to understanding, to her – and she felt it, warmth unfurling in her chest.  She had not known she could be seen in such a way.  That all her shattered pieces, gathered and reassembled, could be regarded not as broken, but as something worthy of celebration, of love.

Lips brushed hers, woodsmoke-soft, fleeting as the touch of a drifting spark, and when Laurentius pulled back, it was to rest his forehead against hers.  Anri’s eyes fluttered shut as the flame dissipated, vanishing into the void – but its pebbled warmth remained, curling into the hollow spaces where doubt and fear had nested like dark-winged birds.

Anri exhaled slowly, as though releasing something long held in the cage of her ribs.  Then, with every shred of the gentleness she possessed, she reached for his hand.  Her fingers curled around his, calloused against calloused, a knight’s grip, tender in its insistence.  She did not pull, only guided.  An invitation, not a demand.

Together, they sank to the pallid and wind-scored ground, where the sand was greyed with the ghosts of a thousand cinders, the remnants of old pyres.  It crumbled beneath them, fine as powdered bone, clinging to the folds of armour and cloth alike, settling into the lines of their palms like relic dust.

A cradle of life and death.  She let herself sit with it.  With him.

“You have the heart of a poet,” she murmured, her voice shaped by the touched smile that dressed her lips.

Laurentius had spoken of pyromancy as a conversation – an understanding between the caster and the world.  A give and take, as simple and immutable as the lake tide meeting the shore.  Was that not what he had done with her, too?  He had found what remained in her, had held it in his hand, had breathed upon it, a most gentle resuscitation.

His warmth bled into her skin, into her bones, into her marrow.

“You coax warmth from the cold, light from the dark,” Anri whispered fondly.  “You take something as wild and consuming as flame, and you cradle it, shape it, teach it to dance.  You burn.  That is a kind of love, I deem.”

For so long, she had looked backward, tracing the ruins of what she could not save, what she had left behind.  But now, huddled in the hush of ash, she allowed herself to sit beside Laurentius and imagine something different.  A glimpse of a future, one that was tender despite the world’s teeth, despite prejudice, despite old wounds.  They could make something from nothing.

“It is you who has kept me warm in this cold, who has carried me when I was sure I would fall.  It is your light I look to, again and again.”

A breathless pause, then –

“Laurentius, you are the only thing I wish to hold and never relinquish.”

And then she kissed him, fierce as fire, slow as the gathering of kindling before the blaze.  It was not chaste, nor fleeting.  It was gratitude and devotion and unfettered adoration, the wordless vow that if he was to be her steady hand, then she would be the warmth he returned to.  That she would burn for him too.

Laurentius listens as she speaks. He can hear the hurt: the cracks in her voice, spidering through the sound gleaming veins in giving glass. He marvels at it, because even as every bit of her shattered on its own, she held together. She cohered herself again and again, every morning, from so many scattered pieces. She brought herself up and she marched forward and now - now, she saved people. She made it here. She made it to him. She saved him, too - first there from the depths, and now here in the shrine. Her heart? She might as well have handed him the First Flame, burn-bright, for as much as it has done to change him, to make him anew in these last few days.

"It isn't often I hear pyromancy described as honest," he says, after she concludes, that echo of a smile catching on her face the way light catches in a crystal facet. "Certainly, there's not much in the way of guile to it - you...you sort of have a conversation with the world, and if you're any good at it, the world listens, and together you create something. A flame."

He conjures a little orb above his right hand. It hovers and sways - perfect control. Of course, it would be; the sphere is tiny, tightly bound, a bead of ochre glow swirling gently in the air before her.

"It's a little like talking to a knight, maybe," he says, letting the orb drop to catch it just above his fingers - an inch of space or so between the ball and his manchette, where he begins to rotate his hand and wrist, letting the little flame roll and dance between his outstretched fingers like one of those juggling balls a street performer might use. "Like finding out she's a capable, brave, noble woman with a heart like a hearth, and one night she kisses you, and she tells you all about herself, and you find yourself falling even more in love with her, over and over again."

He flicks his little finger, arcs the flame up and over the back of his hand, turns the hand up again and catches it neatly on his palm.

"She sort of has a conversation with you, and if you're any good at all, you listen, and together you create something," he says. "It might be a flame. It might be a kiss. It might be that you just create a smile on her lips that's worth more than every ounce of gold you've ever held in your life. But you create something."

He leans in, and kisses her gently - a little peck on her lips, then rests his forehead against hers as he lets the orb dissipate.

"That's pretty honest, I'd say," he chuckles.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Chez Molerat VS Dine 'n Crime - MENU

"KP! BIG SITCH! DIRE SITCH! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!" "Ron, calm down. Breathe in...," "..." "..." "..." "You can breathe out no--" "DRAKKEN OPENED A CAFÉ ACROSS THE STREET FROM BUENO NACHO AND HE'S TRYING TO GET THEM TO GO OUT OF BUSINESS SO HE CAN RENT THEIR BUILDING AND WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!." "Wait--, slow down; Drakken opened a Café?" "COME ON AND TAKE A LOOK FOR YOURSELF!"

At long last, I have finally finished this massive project! I got inspired by those 'anime pop-up restaurants', Disney park foods and themed cafés and I wanted to try and take my own spin on it with a Kim Possible themed menu! To save you all some travel ticket money to my house, I've written down the recipes/links to all of these food items so you can make these yourself in real life! The food items are all based on things I've eaten/made before and I hope that my picks are to your liking! DRINKS: Quench your thirst, and OBEY: [coming soon] The Ronfactor: [coming soon] It's 'juiced' you: [coming soon] She's got the green magic MAIN DISHES: The Naco: [coming soon] Basic average meal: [coming soon] Dumpling I.H.O.A.T.: [coming soon] What is that? That tasty thing!: [coming soon]

DESSERT: El Presidente Shego's vacay: [coming soon] Camel turtle brownies: [coming soon] What's the sweets?: [coming soon]

BON APPETITE!

(NOTE: This is the master post so this post won't be rebloggable until I finished posting all recipes!)

Massive thanks to @bcbdrums, @gothicthundra, @selfox, @creatorping and @legendary-guest for talking with me during the process of this project!

[theseeingfawn]

Favorite Modern/AU Elriel Fanfiction

This is for you @capt-seaweed-girl 💗

🌹Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince by yourstarsmyscars

Description: Fresh off a brutal break-up, Elain is in need of a distraction. A casual fling. One no strings bad idea, with a guy she definitely won't get attached to, so she can finally move on.

Azriel has lost count of the number of women who've come to regret meeting him. But while he may be the worst idea Elain has had in a while, he's determined to prove that she won't regret him.

🌹Shadowsinger [erotic audio for women, nsfw] by @dottielovegood

Description: Azriel does audio porn. Elain is a big fan.

🌹A Match Baked In Heaven by NikeTheStatue

Description: Elain Archeron, owner of the prestigious Marigold Agency, which specialises in exclusive matchmaking has a new and very challenging client.

Azriel Night, football superstar, 'stubborn as a mule' (according to his brother Cassian), handsome womaniser is under pressure to find himself a wife. At stake--a 230 million inheritance.

Problem is--he can't stand his new matchmaker, and by the looks of it, she shares his feelings--she can barely tolerate him.

She is haughty, stuck-up, annoying, preachy and proper. And she 'believes in love'.

He is rude, temperamental, uncultured, full of issues and a bad attitude. And he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.

Will Elain succeed in finding him a wife? A woman who'd learn to love him for what he is? It's a challenge that Elain will reluctantly take upon herself. Will she fail? Probably. But with the help of her faithful three-legged pug Piglet, she will do everything that she can to find Azriel his 'happily ever after'.

🌹The Enemy by @separatist-apologist

Description: In order to kill his most hated enemy, Azriel has to kidnap Graysen Nolan's fiance.Should be easy, right?

🌹Everywhere, Everything by  @duskandcobalt

Description: Two close friends, one crossed line.…

After a decade of friendship, Elain and Azriel are left to navigate the fallout following an encounter that's far from platonic.

or A friends to lovers fic about denial and longing.

🌹Literally in Love by julesherondalex

Description: Welcome to Velaris High - your favorite idiots are now teaching innocent High School students.

One day, biology teacher Elain finds a love note addressed to her, without anyone taking responsibility for it. She’s left to figure out the hopeless romantic - all the while fighting her silly crush for the nerdy math teacher.

Get ready for sweet pining, misunderstandings and workplace romance.

(Song of the Fic: You Are The Solution (Chez Remix) - Loving Caliber)

🌹Nothing But Trouble by TheSeeingFawn (My fic)

Description: Elain Archeron, beloved sweetheart of the quaint town of Hewn Hills, yearns for a life beyond the constraints and expectations placed upon her by her family and community. Azriel Rosehall, a captivating yet misunderstood outsider, struggles with the prejudices of the town as he endeavors to forge his own destiny. Drawn to each other by an undeniable connection, Elain and Azriel are determined to be together, even if it means bringing trouble to the charming small-town.

Inspired by Practice Makes Perfect by Sarah Adams

“Everything that's worth having is some trouble." - L.M. Montgomery

[lilithsaintcrow]

Bright Cookies

There were good things, too. I am relieved the holidays are over, even though I dread what’s coming. We had a good run; the Princess decided to experiment with a new sugar cookie recipe and gel food coloring. Both returned stunning results. Plenty of other tasty things occurred as well. Now begins the long grind of protecting my peace and my art. Plus I think this smutty vampire story wants to…

[swordluck]

Apparently prompted by little else beyond overflowing affection, Laurentius sneaks in a kiss as he steps closer to Anri; warm hands trace along her jaw. With her face gently cupped between warm palms, he kisses her again, and a third time - short, sweet little declarations of love.

"Sorry," he chuckles, against her mouth. "Just - suddenly very badly wanted to do that."

A little gasp fled her, stolen before she could catch it, caught instead between his lips and the warmth of his hands. Anri had been mid-breath, mid-thought, mid-something – surely there had been words waiting on her tongue, but now they scattered like startled birds, winging away into the hush between them.

Laurentius kissed her again, and again, as if he were pressing blessings into her skin, as if he celebrated the breath in their lungs, the blood in their veins, the love in their hearts. After all, it was all they needed, all that mattered. She barely had time to respond, but oh, she wanted to – wanted to sink into this, into him, into the sunlit, golden thing unfurling between them.

His laugh, breathless and adoring, ghosted over her lips. Sorry, he said, and it was absurd, ridiculous, to apologise for something so beautiful.

Her hands, delighted, found his forearms. In her chest, her heart was a frantic thing, a small, startled creature caught in a pool of too-bright light. Laurentius had always been warmth to her – bonfire warmth, hearth warmth, the steady glow of embers warding off the night, his hands breathing heat into her skin.

Anri exhaled a laugh, soft and wondering, and tilted her face upward, an offering.

“Please,” she whispered. “Do it again.”

[astrcmoni]

✧ billie eilish-

key → fluff -☆ angst- ✦ smut- ⏾ mix - ᯓ

fics:

★ ੈ✩‧₊˚ avec toi, je suis chez moi ੈ✩₊˚

★ say you trust my loveᯓ★

→ synopsis: In the quiet tension of a rainy evening, you and Billie navigate the fragile cracks in your relationship, her unspoken fears and your quiet persistence threatening to collide. Through tender words and honest vulnerability, you begin to bridge the emotional distance, proving that love—yours and hers—is worth the effort. — ᯓ

★ ⁖✦ ˖ flicker of light ˖ ✦⁖ —

→ synopsis: Two years after a devastating breakup, you unexpectedly cross paths with Billie, the ex who shattered your heart, at a crowded party. As the night unravels, unresolved emotions, lingering tension, and unspoken truths collide, forcing you to confront the love and pain that still bind you. — ✦

★ ⊹₊ ⋆ loved by you⋆ ₊⊹

→ synopsis: you come home after a long day out and noticed that your girlfriend seems a little stiff and frustrated, you take it upon yourself to bring her to relaxation…amongst other things. — ᯓ

★ ℘ ࣪₊ bleeding blue ࣪₊ ㅤㅤ℘

→ synopsis: after destroying her hair, billie turns to you, her fiancé, in hopes of you being able to fix it. — ☆

★ ೃ❀࿔ sweet surrender ೃ❀࿔

→ synopsis: so…basically you and billie fuck, but like sweetly—ᯓ

★ ᨒ* ⊹rhythm of the rain⊹ *ᨒ

→ synopsis: on a quiet night wrapped in rain and reflection, you and billie navigate the tender spaces between love and stillness, finding solace in each other’s presence. in the gentle hum of the storm, her touch becomes your anchor, and the world narrows to just the two of you, infinite and enough. — ☆

★ ᯓ☆ star’s midnight caller ☆ᯓ II - III

→ synopsis: in the quiet of the night, you answer a call that pulls you into a world of mystery and intrigue. what starts as a simple conversation with a stranger turns into a connection you never expected, leaving you craving more with each ring—ᯓ

★ .⏾⋆ dusk til dawn ⋆☼.

→ synopsis: after being invited to the met gala, you and billie are caught in between the spotlight and quiet intimacy of your growing relationship. — ☆

★ ⭒✮⭒ good kisser ⭒✮⭒

→ synopsis: what starts as a simple trip to visit her family in georgia takes an unexpected turn when billie crosses paths with you—a mystery she can’t unravel, a pull she can’t ignore, and a connection that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous.

series-

✮⋆˙⭒NIGHTS LIKE THIS✮⋆˙⭒-

→ In where a girl left with the feeling of the world weighing on her shoulders at the mere age of 20 meets someone who makes her finally feel seen. or in which an artist goes to her first car show and leaves enamoured with the racing life and the queen of the tracks. | (on indefinite hiatus)

headcanons:

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[chezkazu]

Chocolate Banana Cake

[soda-sparkss]

im going hecking bonkers bro like i'm going mad

they are all interacting with panckes

og wally is by @partycoffin

real world wally is by @chez-cinnamon

waldo darling is by @kyleeartist

reboot wally is by @bloodrediscream (haha get pancaked idiot/affectionate)

candyland wally is by @shishimintyarts which reminds me of this game i had called candyland and i rocked at it

sweet tooth wally is by @doggwwoggy23

casino of the vamps au is by @larzuen

home bound and flowered wally are by me<3

now pardon me while i go nuts

[tateglog]

This is an updated post on the AU account by Welcome home I decided to update the post every week on Fridays!

Here are all the social networks of the author and their ay!

(Tik Tok):

Rainbow Factory Wally: @dodozoi17

Lovesick Wally: @halohelene

Opposite Wally: @livelaughloveandersen

Creyscale Wally: @sweetestrosiebee

Red wally: @licoricecookie1

Mirror wally: @horrortheory01

Coroline Wally: @kylee_dottavioartist

Priest wally: @littlesweets34

Butcher Wally: @littlesweets34

Actor Wally: @frillsand

Homesick Wally: @nameko_nick

Ss!wally: @aku_sunshin3

Royalty Wally: @neonross_

Fallen Wally: @kimuarts

So below wally: @sobelowwallydarling

Space Wally: @mits_the_simp1

Flower bed: @majorkro

Assumption Wally: @bud_lor

60-x Wally: @tonyr3ed_tt

Wally Wonka: @deaddeerdarling

Zombie apocalypse Wally: @rrosebud333

Watcher Wally: @deadlyeyez

Skater Wally: @pickledplumzz

Siren Wally: @zoomie_zoomloll

Highschool Wally: @muffinturner

Beach town Wally: @pinksugarberry

Music universe: @erica.vikcy

Phantom Wally: @asterine_bean

Final!act Wally: @daylightgenesis

Observer Wally: @neonross_

Warley Wally: @blueymagicalkawaii

Reverse Wally: @cookiedoughcd

Ghost Wally: @m0th_gh0st

Daycare! Wally: @darkfluffydragon

Reaper Wally: @h0llyn0vaberry

Sweet n Jam Wally: @problepatic_blue

Lurk Wally: @donttouchdachild_

Apple blossom Wally: @astarlightsend

Metal Wally: @by_baby60

Punk Wally: @cartoon_loonatic

Photographer: @era_artx

Cafe Wally: @mocha_fern

sundowner syndrome Wally: @gutturalcarnivore

Mafia Wally: @brightkillerx3_prztx

Celestial Wally: @bubblegumbaby11_

Grimoire Wally: @starberries13

Psycho murder Wally: @kittysxrlmw

Parallel Wally: @parallel_au

Stargazer Wally: @ender_kinggs

Aviary Wally: @seiless_

Geno Wally: @sabrandomdraws

Hyper Wally: @kii_the_artist

Steampunk Wally: @rqgreyy

Schizophrenic Wally: @gyn3th

Apple Wally: @itskorrychang

Sweet Dreams: @wildspirit456

Escape the studio Wally: @thelazyangel456

Colloid Wally: @anonyjakashi

Eternal Dream Wally: @theextraidioz

Rockstar Wally: @tv_gvy

Glamrock Wally: @silly13r

God Wally: @sweetcoffee_

Silent Home Wally: @just_call_me_em_

Singer Wally: @ityart

WH Stage On Wally: @imjade381

Nightmare Dolls Wally: @yamicat144

The Dark Wally: @luigisbf

Apple Blood Wally: @javadoodle404

Omori Wally: @bm0ooo0

Ajolote Wally: @cossette_b

Ending Cycle: @manda.aarts

Pop star Wally: @sophia_lefeld_art

Skater Wally: @centiphantomhive08

Rui Wally; @im_suddenly_edgy

Police Wally: @localarsonist07

(Tumblr):

Pokémon Wally: @partycoffin

Mod Wally: @Clownsuu

Emo Wally: @Clownsuu

Ena Wally: @Eechytooru

Toymaker Wally: @wifumakervl

Playfellow Workshop Wally: @chez-cinnamon

Animated Puppetry Wally: @mandasarts

Finfolk Wally: @aerkame

Demon Wally: @infohazardouz

Overboard Wally: @echoentities

Muppets Wally: @somethingsomething-bear

Killer Wally: @itskorrychang

Big Apple Wally: @flippantfoe

Cupid Wally: @fetusmeme

Candy Land Wally: @shishimintyarts

Self-Aware Swap Wally: @anonymous-paperbag

Midnight Mass Wally: @vamlentvair

Sky Wally: @kyletheodred

Heart of glass: @starryofthy

McDonald's Wally: @yunjinerd

Tailor Wally: @shroomycattiktok

Circus Wally: @nonomives

Animatronic Wally: @kyletheodred

Creator Wally: @bloodrediscream

Doodle Wally: @bloodrediscream

Haunted house Wally: @kamigui

Jazzercise Wally: @itskorrychang

Jousick Wally: @professorjake

(Twitter):

DBD! Wally: @j_demi_creates

Fresh Wally: @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA

Observer Wally: @neonross

Plugue! Wally: @vividg4l4ctica

Faceless Wally: @Angeladrewlol

Infected Wally: @Suketchi

Swan wally: @deadlyeyez_

SCP Wally: @dottavioartist

Fading memories Wally: @BlueTokomon

Cult of love: @NummyPumpkin

Homesnax: @KnifeRat

Faceless Wally:@Angeladrewlol

[agendabymooner]

ditty and estie greet the world || eo31 scenario

dad!esteban ocon x mom!ofc (british royal!ofc) ft. ocon!baby

POTENTIAL EXTENSION TO THE ROYAL RESEMBLANCE (SMAU)

Summary: Diana ‘Ditty’ Ocon made her presence known to the formula one world as a two year old during the FIA prize giving ceremony. Her sweetness, however, was what encouraged her parents Albertine and Esteban to show the world her capabilities as a shy toddler. 

Content warning: dad!Esteban content 😚, fluff, based on an idea I brought up to a moot, shitty French translation, Lissie Mackintosh segment, shy toddler being cheered on, OFC and baby resembles Princess Diana

Note: Having an Oscar Piastri brain rot atm but I need to get wholesome dad!F1 driver out of my system. I’m currently restraining my brain from writing more smut rn.

My friend would’ve gotten twenty dollars from me if Ferrari won this race but noooo they didn’t soooo. Enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

“Tu es très jolie, Ditty ! Maman t'a-t-elle habillée?” You look very pretty, Ditty! Did Mummy dress you up? 

“Mummy m'habille!” Mummy dress me! The little girl who sat on the Alpine driver’s lap grinned toothily at her father, babbling at her parents as she continued to speak, “Papa, rentre bientôt chez toi?” Go home soon? 

“Darling,” Albie laughed heartily, “Nous venons de quitter l'hôtel!” We just left the hotel.

“But go home soon?” Diana Marie-François Elisabeth Ocon-Khelfane, or Ditty to most, was a delightful little girl. Her great uncle Charles Spencer recalled his eldest sister’s childhood photos and how much resemblance did Ditty have to Princess Diana. Everyone in Esteban and Albertine’s family knew that, much like Albie, Ditty was a carbon copy of Diana Spencer.

Though if you were to ask anyone, Ditty was more like Diana than Albie was. Ditty was more reserved and shy— she had gotten her personality from Esteban, who often took a while to get used to new people before warming up to them. It was no wonder why Estie and Ditty made the bestest of friends— they liked to attach themselves to each other AND to Albie. 

“We’re not going home soon, pretty,” Albie told Ditty gently, fixing her daughter’s bow as the girl continued to look up with the brightest blue eyes to have ever existed. Her eyes, no matter how bright, were shaped like her father’s— so no one could really oppose and say that she wasn’t her father’s daughter. “Papa’s going to get his award soon, no? We’ll be there for Papa, Ditty.” 

“A- ‘wawd?” Ditty’s brows furrowed a little as she looked up at Estie with a puzzled look. “What is ‘ward?” 

“C'est quand vous avez fait quelque chose de vraiment, vraiment bien et que vous en obtenez quelque chose de bon,” It’s when you do something really really good that you get something good out of it. Esteban explained to Ditty with a grin. 

“Like you eating your veggies,” Estie continued. “What does Mummy give you?”

“Pain au choc’lat?” 

“Oui, mon bebe,” Estie nodded. “Except Papa’s getting something else. Not pain au chocolat!” 

Apparently, it was going to be a struggle— getting Ditty to socialize with everyone around them. It took Albie a while to unattach the toddler in her arms. 

Only for the girl to cling to Esteban as she hid her face away from the press and other people. She kept her hands wrapped around Estie’s neck as her blonde hair appeared in the pictures, journalists and photographers asking Estie and Albie to pose for the cameras. They didn’t relent, allowing Ditty to hide her little cherub face away for a brief moment as the couple waved and smiled. 

Albie, realizing that she had the little mouse plush on her hand (one that Ditty called ‘Cheese’), put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder gently and caught the toddler’s attention. “Want your friend Cheese, Dit?” 

Ditty lifted her face off her dad’s shoulder for a brief moment and nodded, “Mewci, Mummy,” before hiding away again. 

Estie and Albie exchanged looks and chuckled, amused at their daughter’s demeanour. 

“Ditty, bebe,” Estie told the girl, “Cheese wants to say hi to everyone. You want to wave too?” 

“Oh, I want to say hi, indeed, Papa!” Albie mimicked a different voice, as if she was pretending to be Cheese. “Pouvons-nous dire bonjour ensemble, Ditty?” Can we please say hi together, Ditty?

“See? He wants to wave— show him, like this—“ Estie smiled at the cameras and waved. Albie followed along, cameras flashing as they smiled. 

Slowly but surely, Ditty’s hand began to wave. She hadn’t realized that Cheese was on her hand, but she was doing what her Mummy and Papa were doing. That was enough for her. 

And when they reached the F1 host for the red carpet, Ditty went back to hiding. This time, she clutched Cheese in her hand as Esteban got interviewed by Lissie Mackintosh. 

“This is actually amazing— seeing you in P3 in the championship’s. I’m quite happy to see you become successful this season,” Lissie complimented Esteban. “Are you looking forward to the next one? Do you know what your next steps are?”

“I— I’m actually really excited for the next season,” Esteban grinned, not even aware that he’s carrying her daughter in his arms as he continued to answer. “With how things went with the car and successful communication between my team and I, I thought that it gave me more confidence to move on with the next season. And even if there will be a struggle, I know that we’ll be able to sort it out.”

“I like that,” Lissie nodded before she noticed the girl hiding away in Esteban’s arms. The host continued to ask regardless, “But for now you’re just here to celebrate your successes and you’ll be getting your prize for the P3. And I can tell that you’re here with your family too! How amazing is that!” 

“—Mrs. Albertine Ocon, it’s very nice to see you,” Lissie continued as the royal princess smiled and greeted back. “It’s been quite a handful this season, huh? I’m very glad to see you back in the Formula One celebrations and events— we’ve missed your presence in the paddock.”

“Ah yes,” the British princess chuckled, “just because I was gone for a while it didn’t mean I wasn’t doing anything.” 

“We all know that,” Lissie rolled her eyes playfully. “You probably had been working harder than your husband in here!”

“Hey!” Esteban laughed alongside the two women before he nodded in agreement, “Well, I can’t really deny that! This little darling right here was a hard work made by Albie and me but… Albie’s done more to help her grow, you know?”

Speaking of the devil…

Ditty Ocon finally grew tired of hiding away as she lifted her head and looked in front of her, cowering under the watchful eyes and camera pointed at her and her family before she hid again.

Esteban chuckled and reassured, “No, no, it’s okay, bebe! Just wave! Like we did!” 

Ditty, feeling a bit hesitant, waved lightly and continued to clutch Cheese the mouse in her hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful!” Lissie complimented the girl with a grin, trying to be as chill to allow the girl to grow comfortable with her. “Can you tell us what your name is?” 

Ditty looked at her parents as she hid her face from everyone, earning soft chuckles and a series of ‘awww’ from her surroundings.

Everyone already knew that she was Princess Diana in the making with the shyness that she showed everyone. 

But Esteban and Albertine Ocon weren’t about to let her meekness get in the way of her opportunity to be friendly to others. 

Esteban started, “It’s okay if you want to speak French, mon ange.”

He looked back at Lissie, “She prefers talking to people in French first before English.”

“Ah,” Lissie nodded.

“It’s okay, darling,” Albie cooed quietly, tucking the girl’s hair behind her ears as the princess continued, “they're nice people. We talk to them.” 

“Can you say… ‘je’…” Esteban instructed his daughter.

Ditty, with all her capabilities at the moment, had mumbled to the microphone, “Je…”

“Suis…” 

“Su’…”

“…Ditty.”

“…D—tty,” the girl mumbled with lack of confidence.

“Je suis Ditty!” Esteban repeated with a grin, his smile infecting the girl as she enthusiastically repeated this time with, “Je suis Di-tty!” I am Ditty! 

Rounds of applause were heard and given as they applauded the girl’s words. Estie and Albie both grinned as they praised Ditty.

“Good job, my girl!” Albie exclaimed with a wide, supportive smile. 

“Très bon, bébé!” Very good, baby! Estie hyped up Ditty as he clapped his hands. 

Ditty looked around her and grinned, her little hands now clapping as she clapped for herself.

Yeah… she could get used to this. Maybe her meekness will grow and she’ll become a confident girl like her mother and grandmother were.

All she needed was to be provided with endless support. This was what Esteban and Albertine Ocon were here for.