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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: truly, nothing can break Nadia’s soul.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight angst, typos, it’s a long one 😭 click on the links, i’m watching you 🤨

wc: 6.4k

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t beat me up y’all! this took more than forever and i am really sorry. hopefully this chapter brings you guys joy 🤭 thank you so much for all the love on renaissance so far! 🥹 i also want y’all to know that Nadia is a thick babe, when she wears shorts or mini skirts/dresses, it’s mini!!! just wanted to remind y’all!!!!

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The thin white thread from the duvet cover couldn't be any longer as Nadia continued to pull on it, clicking her nails together in the process. Her buzzing phone sat on the bed in front of her with the voice of her mother pressing her about the past week.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy being the trophy wife this weekend, people were going crazy this side." Her mother chuckled from the other end.

"Ma, you haven't spoken to me since I signed on that dotted line, you haven't checked up on me yet this is what you have to say to me after nearly 3 weeks without contact?" Nadia said with a strain in her voice.

"Oh come on. I was just giving you time to adjust to that fame you've always wanted and for the love of all that is good, cover up more. Do not need to see more than what I've already seen." Thembi said, not understanding how much she was hurting her daughter.

Quietly wiping her tears with her wrist, she thought back to how much peace she had before she called her mother.

The journey from South Africa to the uk had been a tough one when Nadia was much younger. Although the mother daughter pair had gone through hardships, they were as close as they could be. Residing in South London at the time had been a rollercoaster, from trying to fit in with the other kids to adapting to the new culture around her, it became easier thanks to friends she made along the way.

Within a year and a half of moving countries, Thembi announced to her daughter that they would be moving in with a new man, her 'friend' for the time being all the way in Stevenage. Nadia saw her mother's entire personality change the second the last box was dropped off by the movers, a new demeanour being shown off to the neighbours and a less kind version of her was shown to Nadia.

Conversations were barely there, hugs were rarely given and reassurance was never enough as opposed to the affection she would previously receive from before the move. Wanting to keep the positives on the surface, Nadia decided to distract herself from her feelings and continued to go to school with her old friends even if it meant travelling distances just to get away from her mother.

As Nadia grew older, so did the sudden change of attitude from her mother, finding the need to comment on everything she found wrong with Nadia. In rebellion, the girl would wear whatever would make her happy, get the tattoos she felt she needed and not spending as much time with her mother as she did before. When university opened, she hurried to move out, already planning her life out and visited her home country to find comfort in her family back home, her cousin Rea becoming a younger sister to her.

However after uni, Thembi seeked therapy to better her relationship with her daughter. Happy to go back to the way it was before, their relationship became healthier and happier after years. What changed?

Sighing out, Nadia ignored her mother's harsh words. "When is Rea going to get there? You've cancelled her flight three times already."

"Only next week Thursday. Ooh tell me, has he bought you anything fancy yet?" Anyone could imagine the smug look on her mother's face as she asked the question.

"Bye mom. Greet James." Rolling her eyes, Nadia hung up and gently rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the tears with her knuckles. Texting Rea that she should rather move in with her, she let out a sigh at the thought of her mother's sudden phone call the day after the race.

Walking into the en-suite bathroom, she fixed up her light makeup with music playing from her phone. Lewis had texted her earlier that he would be going on a run, not too sure what Nadia would want to do during the day before their trip to Malibu. She blinked the tears back whilst tilting her head backward to avoid them falling once again.

The cold tiles of the bathroom were cooling off the high temperature of her body, mainly from all the emotions and the overall heat in Miami. All she wanted to do was leave Miami and curl up in her bed - her old bed. The one she would lay on after an incredibly long day of teaching high schoolers. The one that had her plushies that she was gifted by her students. The one where she could be lying in at that very moment but she decided to drive to her mom's house that fateful day.

Deactivating her social media accounts was a no go as instructed by Tia, saying the engagement was good and for her to keep it up, the public unfamiliar with the concept of a WAG speaking to people as if they've been friends for decades. Having not gone too far into the mean and hateful comments, Nadia gets chills just thinking about it. How she's perceived by the world now with her newfound fame. One she did not ask for but she was willing to help her new friend.

That's all he was. A friend. Right?

Not realising she had zoned out and begun picking on her old acne scars, she hadn't heard her hotel room door open, a slightly breathless Lewis stood in the bathroom doorframe watching her pick at her skin whilst looking at a specific tile.

"Nads?" He called out but the girl still hadn't heard anything. Wiggling his neon sneakers on his feet within her vision, she snapped out of it, her eyes widening at the sight of him there. "Oh, hi." She greeted, voice as soft as silk as she looked at the man once then back to the mirror to avoid eye contact. "Everything okay?" He asked, wiping his forehead for any sweat left.

Nadia nodded, packing up her mini makeup bag from the marble counter, jewellery jangling as she zipped it up. "Just woke up a little weird and hungry, that's all. Are you good?" She responded, giving a half smile and she finally maintained eye contact with him.

"Yeah. Yeah, the run was good and ready for the day." He answered, feeling her energy yet just not sure where to put it between sadness or anger. "Still very proud of P2 yesterday, it was insane to see that live." She added, the gold grills matching her jewellery perfectly. Very casually dressed with a tired look in her eyes.

"Nads, are you sure you're good? Have you had breakfast?" He moved to the side as he watched her leave the bathroom with heavy footsteps. "The heat is killing me, not used to such and I was going to wait til the plane for something. Got too nervous to order room service." She slightly chuckled to herself, feeling a slight twist in her stomach.

Not wanting to upset her, he just gave her a look with his eyebrows a little raised and that made her crack. "Oh my days, don't look at me like that. We can go for lunch or something, I don't know." She suggested, looking away from Lewis to avoid looking into his eyes.

"What if I was going to compliment your hair?" He joked and crossed his arms with a slight chuckle.

"Please, I know that look from anywhere. I give it to my kids all the time." Nadia said while rolling her eyes, a soft smile on display. "Now let me change. The room's got stuffy air so we need to take a step outside." She shooed him away as she walked into the bathroom once again and closed the door with a huge smile.

Left standing in awe of her, Lewis shook his head as he headed out of her hotel room to change up for their outing.

The cold granadilla slushy had been freezing up Nadia's hand but she couldn't care less, the heat in Miami unbearable to no end. The pair sat in the back of the Escalade on the way to any mall nearby where Nadia could get some sandals, her feet suffocated by her sneakers.

Tia had advised them to travel by their allocated security cars because the streets of Miami were still buzzing with F1 fans, hungover or sober, hunting around for any f1 drivers that were around.

"Not that it isn't weird, it is, but I have to live with the fact that the women I have dreamed of styling one day know I exist and Pharrell too! Like my colleagues are blowing up my phone like crazy." Nadia emphasised, the slushy swishing around in her hand as she was talking.

Lewis could watch her talk for hours, even more when she was excited about something. He had thought that this weekend would be too much for Nadia with all the attention on her much more than the Grand Prix itself but the way she handled everything from the instagram posts to the multitude of introductions was incredible to watch.

She was graceful but with a spunk to her, expressing her personality to the friend group but not yet to the f1 media, wanting to get a bit more comfortable in that vicinity with Lewis by her side. Already seeing how she could get when someone were to wrong Lewis, the man was certain that they will get through this fake marriage with ease and fun, gaining a friendship within it.

"So what's your biggest goal with being a stylist? I haven't seen your work yet but I feel like it's phenomenal." He asked, smiling once he saw her roll her eyes at him.

"Phenomenal is a stretch but I'm trying to get like Law Roach or even work with a fashion house to be honest. I always wanted a way to show my work but I just never knew how to." She shrugged, taking a sip of the slushy.

"How about you style me for a few events and for a race or two?" He suggested.

"And take Eric's job? Are you crazy?" She stared at him with widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows but all he did was chuckle. "It'll be fun plus Eric knows already, he's more than excited for it." Lewis continued smiling, Nadia stared at him before releasing a sigh.

"When do I start?" She shook her head in disbelief, not believing what just happened. "Friday but the main brief is that we're sitting courtside." And like clockwork, he gave her a smile that she couldn't resist.

"You're just so full of surprises, aren't you? Let me find out there's more events you're hiding from me." Nadia said squinting her eyes at him, his cheeks eventually hurting from smiling at her.

"A magician never tells his tricks."

"Yeah yeah, Hamilton." Nadia replied, shaking her head once more as she got her purse ready, seeing the Miami Fashion District come into her view.

Pulling the bottom of her dress down constantly, she looked around at all the luxury stores that were never ending.

This wasn't the norm for her, she was hoping to see a much cheaper alternative than what was in front of her but she had to remember who she was in that very moment. She felt safe with two security detail walking stealthily behind them, her hands staying at the hem of her sundress.

"Your dress is okay, don't have to worry." Lewis leaned a little closer to her shoulder to whisper, sending back a reassuring smile. All she responded with was to hold his ring-clad hand in sign of appreciation.

Reaching Gucci, Nadia's first thought were those platform sandals she had seen on social media and in that exact moment, her mind went to the comfort she had been wanting since she hadn't packed any open shoes. Pulling him towards the store, everything in that store went quiet.

Sale associates just stopped and stared whilst costumers began whispering and muttering to themselves. Immediately spotting the sandals from afar, they walked slowly towards the shoe section of Gucci, trying to ignore all the eyes on them. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone speed walking towards them, fixing her uniform and her appearance once she reached the couple.

"Hello, welcome to Gucci. I'm Roni and I'll be your sales associate today." The woman introduced herself, looking straight at Lewis as she did.

"Nice to meet you, Roni. I'm Nadia and really we just came for a quick visit, hopefully get a few things whilst we're here." Nadia had on a bright smile as she spoke, the worker's smile fading as she looked at Nadia.

"Of course," Roni said, licking her teeth. "Where would you like to start? Perhaps dresses. It is a hot day in Miami." Looking at Nadia up and down with the slightest hint of disgust shown on her face, the woman continued to smile in her face.

Taken aback by the tone of her voice, Nadia just smiled and averted her gaze back to the shoe section. "It truly is but I have to pass. I'm much more interested in the shoes right now." She said, still holding onto Lewis' arm, who was enjoying every moment of this. "Alright, let me go get some champagne for you guys, racing must be tough in this heat." Roni smiled, turning around to walk in a different direction.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Nadia sighed out as they sat on the large velvet green couch. "Is this the crap i have to deal with? Her eyes said it all." She complained, rolling her eyes and placing her purse down. Following suit, he sat next to her and did not keep a friendly distance between them, relaxing his arm behind her.

"Don't worry about her or anyone else for that matter. People will purposefully piss you off for their enjoyment so let's just have a good time and we'll get ice cream later." He advised, not bothering to look around the shop but had focused all his attention on Nadia.

"Stand on your promise, Hamilton. I don't play about my ice cream." She joked, both chuckling after a beat of silence. Eyeing the store, she saw a few pieces that she knew would look good on Lewis and a few on herself. This one particular top was screaming her name, the Gucci monogram sticking out but it had a level of class to it, already imagining outfits with it on.

"The top is quite nice, I don't know what you could match it with to make it work but it seems cool." Lewis said, staring at the same top, unaware that their heads were tilted the same way. "You think so?" Nadia pondered. "Well you can't not be stylish around me so." He shrugged jokingly, earning another laugh from her. "Okay whatever you say, pookie bear." She patted his knee, watching a completely different sales associate head their way with a tray of champagne.

"Hi, I'm Tracey, my colleague Roni just decided to not help a couple because she didn't like the wife. Crazy I think she's talking about the Hamiltons because they came in here the same time." The new associate rambled off, placing the tray onto the small table next to them.

Finally looking up, Tracey's breath hitched. "Oh shit, that's you guys. Oh god, I'm sorry for my words." The younger girl apologised, eyes widened at the couple who just smiled at her.

"It's okay, lovely to meet you Tracey." Nadia smiled, amused at her actions. "What can I do for you today?" Tracey asked.

After a rather pleasant sales interaction with Tracey voicing how much she loved the both of them as a couple and as individuals, there they stood at the counter waiting for their items to be fully scanned. Lewis was very content with the pieces that Nadia had picked out for him, confident that every single one was going to look tailor made. When it came down to payment, Lewis had no problem in swiping his card as Nadia dug through her purse to find hers.

"Thank you for spending your time with us here at Gucci, Mr and Mrs Hamilton." The lady at the till said, handing the the large green bags that felt so good in Nadia's hands.

"It was really fun and tell Roni we said goodbye." Nadia smiled wickedly as she waved and walked out of the store with Lewis laughing at her words right behind her. "Damn that felt good. Gotta keep it cute and classy until it's not." She smiles as they walk to a different shop.

LOS ANGELES

"I swear, the powder I used for my under eyes is just super cakey." Natalia complained as she walked down the plane stairs onto the asphalt, Nadia following close behind with her carry on bag on her shoulder.

The Californianian air was different from that of Miami, less humid but a little hotter. It was late in the afternoon when the group landed, greeted by a beautiful sunset behind the Los Angeles skyline. After the impromptu shopping session, the plane was already for takeoff so everyone had hurried to be in the air by lunchtime.

Taking the time to catch up with everyone, the group shared laughs and their stories from Miami although it was less than a week that they had spent in the eccentric city. There was a gnawing feeling in the pit of Nadia's stomach, unable to get the guilt of spending Lewis' money as if it was hers. Although he reassured her multiple times that he was more than okay getting her whatever she wanted, she still felt uneasy about it all.

The all too familiar Escalades were parked on the ground, Lewis waiting patiently for Nadia to get down so that they could go to their destination. Seeing her confused face as Natalia, Miles and Daniel waved goodbye to them as everyone went to their respective cars, Lewis then spoke up. "Everyone's going their places, we're going to our house."

Snapping her head to look at him in bewilderment, she almost stopped in her tracks just to recall what he had said. "Another one?!" She whisper yelled, not wanting anyone near them to hear. He nodded with a closed smile as they reached their car with all their luggage inside, all similar to when they landed in Miami.

The morning came quite quick as the rest of the day ended with Nadia yet again exploring a new home, almost screaming when she saw the garage full of cars she only wished she could drive and you can imagine the shock when Lewis told her that in hindsight, they're her cars. In his words, "I don't really like to drive as much so you can use them as freely as you want."

Climbing out of the huge bed of the even larger guest bedroom, Nadia was careful to not wipe her eyes too much because of her extensions. Stretching every limb on her body, she walked towards the bathroom to splash water on her face to fully wake her up. The birds were still chirping from beyond the closed curtains and the sun was shining through the slivers of the curtain, creating a peaceful aura throughout the room.

Her bonnet luckily stayed on through the night, grabbing her glasses from the night stand along with her phone, she walked out of the room with her fluffy slippers on her feet. The trip downstairs was quiet and the aroma of something sweet wafted through the air, making her wonder where Lewis was.

Reaching the last step, she saw something move in the corner of her eye. Rather small, the thing moved towards her with its feet patting against the floor. Looking in its direction, the first thing she saw was the droopy mouth belonging to the short dog and her heart almost stopped, the fear running through her body as she continued to stare at the dog.

"Oh my god, please don't come close." She whispered out loud, hoping the dog would listen. Nadia was frozen in her place and she was too afraid to look anywhere else in case the dog moved towards her. "I see you've met Roscoe. Hope he's been kind." Lewis' voice spoke from behind her, crouching down to pet the dog lovingly. The silence from Nadia was odd, he turned his head to see her frightened state as she didn't move her gaze from Roscoe.

"Nads? Nads? Okay, let's get Roscoe out of here." He called out then whispered to himself, carrying the dog out of the living room then hurrying back to Nadia.

"Well that was my dog, Roscoe. I'm sorry he scared you." With a worried expression on his face, Lewis placed his hands on her arms to snap her out of her frozen state. Finally making eye contact with him through her glass lenses, she spoke up. "I-it's okay. Just have to get used to seeing him." She nodded, wanting to end the awkwardness right there.

"Anyway, good morning. Did you eat yet?" She said, slightly smiling and making her way towards the marble kitchen island, the two plates on top of it were filled with stacks of waffles with a side of fruit next to it. "Uh no, waited for you to wake up so I just took a run in the meantime." He mentioned, following behind her and took his seat across from her.

In that very moment, her heart fluttered at his words. It was so simple yet so sweet of a gesture to do for her. "Thank you for that, Lew. Let's eat up then." She replied, a shy smile on her face as she felt his eyes on her. The two dug in to their breakfast that Lewis had made for them earlier in the morning, wanting the logistics of their relationship.

"So, I need to know how you feel about pda and how much you're willing to show to the public. We have to make this look real." Nadia said, biting down on a slice of apple. "I don't have an issue with it, just as you're comfortable with it." He responded. Just nodding along, she continued to eat the fruit.

"This is just so weird to me. Three weeks ago I would've been in my apartment trying to think how i'm gonna get groceries for the month and now i'm in Los fucking Angeles eating fruit with 5 cars sitting in the garage. It's crazy." She blurted out, everything now properly dawning on her as they sat down in peace.

"Life works in mysterious ways for sure, never thought I would be sitting in my kitchen with my wife on a Wednesday morning." He said, the smallest of chuckles escaping him. "You are very good with your words, sir. A lil too good." She joked, pointing the fork at him.

"What's the plan today? I don't think I can handle anything hectic." She asked, her accent changing when she said 'hectic' . Giving her a cocked eyebrow at the sudden change of accent, Nadia looked smug.

"A little history on me. I moved to the uk at 8 years old and this south african accent stuck with me for a while until I reached high school. By then my mother decided to send me back home with my aunt and cousin to complete high school that side then year 12, I went back for university. The slang and accent never left me along with the 6 languages I know." She explained, almost bursting into laughter after seeing his face morph from curiosity to shock.

"Six?!" He vocalised. "And counting, my kids don't call me Superwoman for nothing." Biting into another piece, she smiled as her phone vibrated multiple times. Looking at the name across the screen, she immediately sighed and got up off her seat and signalled that she would be back.

The school's name flashed across her screen as she walked into the familiar hallway towards the guest bedroom.

"Hello Ms Brown! I hope this doesn't disturb your holiday." Lisa, the headmaster of the school, greeted with such enthusiasm.

"Well, it slightly is but what does that matter. Anything you need? Has the parents evening been postponed?" She scratched her head as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Uh, no. There's something I wanted to discuss with you and I thought it would be great for a one on one. We as the school has noticed you are quite the star these days, bringing much more traction than what you get from school already." Lisa chuckled at the last sentence, seeming to quiet down when she realised Nadia wasn't laughing.

"Oh, yes Ms Crawford. This was a subject I had wanted to discuss with the rest of the staff when we get back from the holidays. Of course this isn't something minuscule, all the media attention has been quite intense." Nadia responded, watching as Roscoe walked closer to her and sat by her feet.

There was a beat of silence from the other end of the phone call. "That was what I wanted to actually talk to you about, Ms Brown-"

"Its Mrs Hamilton." Nadia corrected.

"Ah yes, my apologies Mrs Hamilton. As much as we do appreciate your ways of teaching here at our school, we as the board have been thinking of releasing you from your position as the history teacher. Now I know it's all sudden but we feel it's good for our school." Lisa announced, voice filled with pity.

"Now excuse my manners, Ms Crawford, but I would like to know who all decided to quote on quote, fire me. Furthermore, when signing the work contract, you personally had assured me that you would stand behind your teachers through it all. Am I correct?" She started, standing up straight with Roscoe following suit.

"You are correct however this would ruin the reputation of the school and our relationships with other schools in the district. It truly pains us to do so." With the same false pity tone, Lisa spoke.

"I hope you do realise that we are about to start the second term of the school year after these two weeks and I do not appreciate the current dismissal you are going through with just solely because I married a prominent figure. Neither do I wish to leave my flourishing students because the board does not agree with my marriage." Nadia indicated.

"Not to mention prior to this conversation, no one had contacted me in regards to a possible sacking. So I would like for you and the rest of the board to rethink your approach on this matter. I do not accept this and this issue can be taken to court if you prefer to continue with this. And through a phone call? Really?" With that, Nadia knew she had won upon hearing the sigh on the other side of the phone.

With a few moments passing by, Lisa sighed out. "You are correct about this, I do apologise. See you after the holidays then, Mrs Hamilton." And with that, the headmaster said her goodbyes in defeat.

Crouching down to pet Roscoe, she held his face in her hands. "We fucking did that, boy. Thanks for being there, you not so bad after all." She smiled at the happy dog, standing up straight to back downstairs to finish her breakfast.

"And? What was that?" Lewis spoke up, putting his phone down next to his fruit bowl.

"These bitches tried to fire me so I said no. Can't get rid of their only history teacher." She wiggled her shoulders with the biggest smile on her face, biting down on the remaining fruits.

"And your dog's cool. Sat with me the whole time."

"Damn. Remind me to never get on your bad side. Let's get celebratory croissants?" Lewis giggled, taking both of their plates to wash them off.

"You read my mind, Sir!"

Standing in front of the open garage door, Nadia stared at the two cars in front of her. The sun in the courtyard was hitting her back but she didn't mind, as long as she continued to look at the cars.

Lewis' words rang in her head, unable to shake off the fact that technically, these were her cars as well. The Urus was very tempting to drive but she knew she didn't trust herself with that type of speed yet. The Mercedes GLE however, looked so classy and seemed like a joy to drive.

The decision took so long that she didn't notice that Lewis was taking pictures of the scene in front of him, his wife stuck between choosing cars to drive on the sunny streets of LA. "Can I drive today?" She asked once realising that he was next to her, wearing a comfortable outfit.

"You can drive whenever you want." He smiled, handing her the keys of the suv he knew she was going to pick. "Okay, cute. You'll be my passenger prince." She smiled, pinching his cheek then happily walked towards the driver's side.

Just sighing in content, he walked to the passenger's side, hopping in to see Nadia exploring the interior of the car, matching that of the black exterior. "This shit is huge." She muttered to herself as she leaned over to look at the backseats and all its intricate details.

"And before you say anything pookie bear, Tia made me do an international license when we didn't see each other. So you're safe driving with me." She reassured, putting her now blonde hair behind her ears.

"I think i like this passenger prince business." He expressed, already making himself in the seat, pushing it back and relaxing.

"Let me search up a bakery and we'll be on our way." Nadia started the car up and was geeked by the roar of the car.

And on their way they were. Blasting Beyoncé as Lewis suggested they go to a vegan bakery in Malibu, the two sang both old and new songs during the drive. Barely through her hip hop playlist, she found parking in front of the surprisingly popular bakery.

"Now you know I don't play about Beyoncé. I did not expect this place to be busy right now." Nadia pointed out, fixing the sunglasses on her head. "You'd be shocked at the amount of vegan people in Malibu alone. If you want, I can go in by myself and get the treats." He offered, unbuckling his seatbelt and holding his phone in his hand.

"We're going in together, I do not look this cute to sit in the car." She flipped her hair, dramatically exiting the car, making him laugh quite loud at her antics. Holding his hand out, Lewis connected his with Nadia's, feeling a chill when he felt her ring touch his skin. He led the way into the bakery, the sweet smell of the treats was a bit of a treat in itself.

Gasping at the baked goods on display, she didn't hesitate to greet and place an order, mouth salivating at the sight of the treats. Once Lewis also made his order, Nadia brought out her card to pay, wanting to test that it actually worked and it definitely did.

Enjoying the chocolate doughnuts in the bakery, the two laughed at the whole ordeal of the phone call this morning. "I've never had a good relationship with this new headmaster at all. She has been on my case since she joined two years ago." Nadia informed, drinking a bit of her pink lemonade.

"The courage of just saying no is so endearing to hear. Can't believe she wanted to sack you in the middle of a term. Again, the courage is so cool, Nads." He complimented her and he watched as her shoulders started to rise as a way of blushing.

"Thanks, pookie bear. Means a lot. So where to from here?" She asked, ignoring his gaze on her the whole time.

"We've got lunch with friends of mine, then home time." He said so calmly, not noticing Nadia's eyes widening at the information.

"I'm not dressed for lunch with your friends, Lew! Could've warned a girl first." She stressed, looking down at her outfit. "Wanted you to be comfortable the whole day hence I didn't tell you our plans today." He showed his full smile, wanting so badly to laugh at her facial expression.

"You are so lucky you're sitting across me right now or else I would've bitten you." She rolled her eyes at his giggles.

Within a matter of time, the Mercedes suv entered through the high black gates of their destination with a press of a button on the intercom outside. Nadia drove in the driveway quite slowly, unfamiliar with her surroundings as she saw a cars parked in the courtyard. The sound of the waves crashing could be heard when stepping out of the car.

"Damn your friend's got bank." She commented, opening the backseat door to get her purse. "And by the sea too? I just know it's a different world here." She added, closing her door and locked the car when she saw Lewis walk closer to her with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Bey and Jay wanted serenity next to the sea." He said, looking back at Nadia who was frozen in her tracks.

"Did you just fucking say Bey and Jay?!" She whisper yelled as she pulled Lewis closer to her. He nodded with the same expression he had from before. "Are you fucking crazy? I can't meet Beyoncé, Lewis! I'm not ready!" Nadia's stress levels were sky high as she held onto his arm tighter, standing by the car.

"Wanted to tell you earlier but when you started playing her music in the car, just knew I had to surprise you." He smiled. "Look, if it makes it any better, she's excited to meet you as well." Lewis told her and if her eyes couldn't get any wider, she looked behind her husband's broad arm to see the woman of the hour walk towards them.

"There you two are! We were scared y'all weren't coming no more!" The happy southern voice rang through the courtyard and Nadia was scared shitless. "My goodness, Lewis! She's a beauty. Hi, I'm Beyoncé." The woman introduced herself to Nadia and she quickly snapped out of it once she realised her favourite artist was speaking directly to her.

"Hello, I'm Nadia." She managed to speak up as Beyoncé extended her hand out to shake hers. Surprisingly enough, Nadia's hands weren't sweaty neither did she stutter over her words like she thought she would. The woman went on to greet Lewis with a side hug then invited them inside.

"It was so lovely meeting you guys, a full circle moment on my end." Nadia smiled, holding onto her purse and onto Rumi's hand, the little girl so interested in everything that has to do with Nadia. "No, it was our pleasure to host you guys. My God, a couple I never saw coming. Y'all welcome back here anytime." Beyoncé said, the group of 4 walking towards the front door and into the courtyard once again.

"We'll definitely take you up on that offer, thank you for inviting us into your lovely home. Better get home before it gets too dark." Nadia replied, leaning into the hug between her and Bey whilst looking at the sunset over the horizon.

"We'll catch y'all in Paris." Jay Z smiled with a toothpick in his mouth. He dapped Lewis up as everyone said their goodbyes after a successful lunch. Now sitting in the passenger seat, Nadia held her head in her hands as he swiftly drove out the long driveway.

"I just met Beyoncé, I don't think you understand the damage you just did." She turned to Lewis, who kept the same smile as before. "And that is?" "I'm never going to stop talking about it."

"I'm glad you're happy. Saw an opportunity and I ran for it." He voiced, patting her thigh before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "Remind me to give you the biggest hug when we get home." She smiled, becoming comfortable in the seat, not knowing how much Lewis' heart raced after hearing her refer to the house as home.

FRIDAY

"Stay still! I need my vision to come to life." Nadia ordered, holding his face in her hands. There were two different earrings on his ears and she was trying to decide which better suited the outfit. "Okay, wear the first pair then go to the mirror and tell me what you think." She requested, standing back to let him look at his outfit.

"Oh this is really good. Ooh, this outfit is good." He admired his outfit in the mirror, impressed by her styling and how she kept it simple yet so him.

"Glad you love it. Let me go get changed so that we won't be late." She rushed, almost running out of his room to hers, luckily her hair and makeup was done. Nadia quickly put on her outfit and made sure to take pictures in the big mirror in the closet.

Soothing over her top, she then places her sunglasses on her head and spritz her perfume for the last time before stepping out the room. At the same time, Lewis stepped out of his room and glanced at her outfit before doing a double take.

Everything sat so perfectly, the outfit had really simple colours that weren’t too loud but her silhouette accentuated it all. Both outfits complimented each other greatly whilst showing their own style individually. “Wow.” He blurted out, hoping that she didn’t hear that.

“Damn I did good.” She muttered to herself as she looked at him as well, very proud of her styling.

“You ready to go?” Lewis asked, finally focusing on her face and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, yeah.” She said in a light voice, carefully walking towards the stairs then feeling his hand slip into hers to help her downstairs.

“Remember, this isn’t real,Nadia.”

“Remember, this isn’t real, Lewis.”

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variety-fangirl · 5 months ago

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Neighbours / Moon Boys x fem!reader

Summary: you're the new neighbour, looking for a change of scenery and people, a fresh start. Your neighbour, Steven, is someone you find yourself trusting easily and quickly. Something about you both draws the other in, enticing each other to explore what this could mean. Yet, you have a secret about why you moved, will you feel comfortable enough to open up to him?

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS angst but mostly fluffy, mentions of previous toxic and abusive relationship (beginning of physical abuse, manipulation, and emotional abuse), swearing, let me know if I missed anything! Will add more later as the story progresses.

Author's note: Hello! I am back with something quick and lovely that I have been working on for a while. It feels good to get slowly back in to writing 😊 College really had taken so much out of me and my joy for writing when all I was doing for 10 months straight was writing long essays, it was also nice to take these months to relax and come to terms with everything. So much has been happening 😮‍💨 But I hope I will be back more consistently now, fingers crossed! I've been mostly writing to get new and fun ideas, hoping it would entice and inspire me to write. I hope you guys enjoy anyways and feel free to ignore my rant 😅 Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated and lets me know how I'm doing. Thank you for reading and enjoy my loves 💜

Word count: 1.9k

You huff as you place another box on the floor of your new apartment, watching the movers bring in two more. You felt thankful that you had decided to pay extra for the movers to help you bring all your belongings up, far too much to have done on your own.

There were endless stairs, and it would have taken you hours to bring it all up here yourself, especially with your new sofa, bed, and dining room set. All were bought cheaply from a friend second-hand who was more than happy to help you. She was one of the only ones you'd told where you were going, and had left your address and new number with to contact you. Everything new and different, nothing to remind you of the old life that you'd left behind.

You started unpacking the basics whilst they brought the rest up, there were still quite a few boxes because you had to buy most stuff brand new. Luckily you had hidden as much money as possible before leaving, so you had more than enough to buy what you needed. You would work on buying extras and niceties when you had spare money throughout, you'd moved far enough that you were hoping not to have to move again unless you wanted to in the future.

That was at least the hope. Not because you were forced to leave in the middle of the night terrified for your life.

You try to take a deep breath as you subconsciously rub at the scar on your neck, you are safe now. You wanted to distract yourself for as long as possible, so you sorted the boxes out where they needed to go, to their newly allocated rooms.

It would be weird to live on your own again after so long, it had been five years since you'd run away from home and four since you'd started dating and moved in with your now ex, Noah. It was a scary thought once more, to be alone. More alone now than you'd been before, at least you had your best friend, Natalie, at home. Now, she lives four hours away from your new place in London.

You made her promise to conceal your number and hide your address, you knew he'd go to her first to ask where you'd gone. She would lie, she'd always been good at it but he wasn't stupid. He knew you would have told her, you just prayed he wouldn't hurt her. You could never forgive yourself if she got hurt because of you.

She was one of the only people who meant anything to you in this world. She at least had her boyfriend, Tyler, who was like a brother to you. He would protect her, he always hated Noah for how he treated you. Tyler had hated Noah from the moment he met him, made you known of it also but you just chalked it up to a bad first impression and yet it never improved no matter how much time they spent together. It wasn't until three years in that Noah showed his true colours and by that point, it was too late. You were in deep and he was a master manipulator and narcissist, he'd played you well. He almost came between you and Nat but she wouldn't allow it, tried to make you see him for who he really was. It didn't take much convincing when the major problems started in the last year of your relationship together.

The first time he'd hit you was a year before you left him, he apologised and said he was drunk. The typical excuse and blame on anything but himself. Promised he "won't do it again", two months go by and it happens again but this time more frequently. He drank more, went out frequently, and came back later. By the six-month mark, you caught him cheating for the first time (that you knew of).

That was the moment you vowed to leave him, it was as if all the years of manipulation and abuse faded away and you came to your senses. You had to save enough though to leave, so you let Nat and Tyler know of your plans and they helped you to set everything up. It took you six months of planning and saving, and you were finally ready.

The night finally came, you waited and told him before he had a drink, that you were leaving him. He started out crying, begging you not to leave him, you didn't budge. He tried to initiate sex, but you said no and he didn't like that. That night was the worst abuse you had endured the whole of your relationship combined. He threatened you, managed to get you down on the living room floor with a knife in hand, and held it to your neck to the point of blood drawn. You sobbed, pleaded with him, said just about anything to get him to calm down. You would still leave but you would say anything to get him off you. He began slowly slicing your neck open whilst screaming that he loved you, only luckily managing to get an inch before you kicked him in the balls hard enough that he collapsed just to the side of you.

You ran to the bathroom and locked the door, terrified out of your mind. You grabbed the first aid kit to clean and patch up the gash on your neck. Having done this a few times when he threw stuff at you or pushed you into surfaces sharp enough to cut skin. You had a few scars all over your body, it wasn't pretty but you wore them proudly to signify that you were a survivor. He tried to bash down the door before leaving, yelling about going to the bar and he would 'see to you later'. You knew that would be your only open window to leave, he would be at least two hours there. You immediately called your best friend, she and Tyler came over to help you in any way they could.

You packed two suitcases of clothes and shoes, a duffel bag of prized possessions and important bits, a backpack of money and goods to sell, and quickly changed from your bloody clothes into something clean but comfortable. You grabbed the first aid kit too for your neck. Everything was packed into your car in less than an hour, saving you enough time to wipe anything important and any trace of you behind, away. You immediately booked a two-day stay at a cheap hotel an hour away on Natalie's computer for the night so you could figure out your next move. He would come looking for you the second that he realised your stuff was gone and that terrified you, he was not a man who gave up on things he wanted.

It had taken you two months to find this apartment after a lot of rejections and failed apartment searches. It had immediately caught your eye when you saw the ad for it on one of the apartment renting sites. It was perfect for your situation. Multiple floors of tenants would make it far harder to search through unless you knew which floor to look at so you could blend among your new neighbours. A locked front door that had a security number code to be allowed entry and without it you couldn't enter. Security cameras on each floor show all angles of the apartments, which each tenant has access to for their safety and peace of mind through an app you can download on your phone.

You had downloaded and gained access before you'd started moving the boxes in. You were given access a week beforehand, which helped your anxiety and tight chest to ease just an inch. You knew it would take some time for you to feel safe and be able to walk down the street without looking over your shoulder every five minutes or keep your taser on hand in your pocket with your fingers gripping it just in case. You were constantly worried and paranoid that he was watching you from around the corner like he would pop out at any moment and drag you "home".

The police had never given a fuck about you or your situation, Noah's family has money and connections, so it was always swept under the rug. Just another number, another person to suffer in silence, until one day your dead body would have turned up. They would just pretend they didn't know. A murder gone wrong, you imagine they would chalk it up to.

You take a few calming breaths whilst unpacking, listening to the footsteps and quiet chatter from the moving company men. It eased the anxiety when someone was around, it helped you to feel safer and calmer. As if, if someone was with you or near you, you could be protected from the 'big bad wolf'. You were hoping to become friendly with some or all of the neighbours on your floor, not just for safety in case something happens but also because you'd never been allowed to make new friends with your old neighbours. Noah had made sure of that.

So, you were hoping that this move would be the perfect opportunity for you to do so. You loved to bake cakes and savoury treats but hadn't been able to with Noah because he always ruined things you loved, but now he was gone you could finally pick it back up again. You were planning to bake something sweet as a gesture to introduce yourself to your neighbours, hoping it would make a good first impression.

You walked back into the open apartment that was now your own little safe haven and smiled with contentment, this was the start of a happy new beginning for you. No more fearing what mood Noah would be in that day when he woke up, no more being abused daily, no more sobbing silently into your pillow or taking an emotionally broken moment of peace to cry out your feelings in the shower after he'd hit you. Just you, your new clean apartment, and the ability to do as you please without fear.

It didn't take the movers long to bring the remainder of your boxes up between the three of them. They took off just moments ago, and now you were finally alone. It felt strange, not hearing shouting or items smashing. Just pure blissful silence in your home. Your own place to do with as you please. It felt wonderful to have freedom.

You felt tears cloud your vision as you stared out the window you'd opened when you first stepped inside the apartment, feeling the warm Summer air blow in. The overwhelming emotions of freedom and serenity hit you like a punch to the gut, a sob immediately pulled from you as you sank to the ground. You felt the year-long toll of abuse and terror that had been weighing down your shoulders finally crumble and release you while the sun flowed into the room. You fought the battle and came out victoriously on top for the first time in your life and it felt amazing.

Once the sobs quieted down and the tears had stopped, you took a moment for yourself. You opened a bottle of your favourite wine and picked up an empty glass to pour yourself a drink. You took the bottle with you as you sat back down on the floor in front of the open window, feeling the warm breeze kiss your skin gently and watched the sun in peace. It was still early in the day, you would have plenty of time to unpack later on. But for now, you just want to relax without worry for the first time in a long time.

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cutecurly-hair · 1 year ago

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 1)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 2234

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

"What does this mean?" I stared at the piece of paper clutched tightly in my hand. My mom's eyes held an unmistakable unease as she replied, her voice tinged with worry, "This is our plane ticket to England."

Excitement bubbled up inside me as I glanced at the tickets. "We're going to England for a vacation! I had a feeling this year would be different. Do you think we can visit Paris while we're there? I heard it's just a quick train ride away."

My mom chuckled nervously, her laughter quivering. "That's the thing, honey, this isn't just a vacation; it's permanent."

My brows furrowed as I examined the ticket more closely, finally noticing the bold "ONE WAY" printed in the upper right corner. "What do you mean, one way?" Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"It means we'll be officially moving to England. I applied for a new job there, and I got it," my mom explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She saw the panic in my eyes and hurriedly added, "I understand it's sudden, but I think this will be a great change for us. I've even found a fantastic school with an amazing film program that I know you'll love."

My mind raced. "I don't even know what to say. Why are you telling me this now?" My whole life was here in America, and the idea of packing up and moving to another country was almost too much to bear.

"Honey, I know it's sudden, but they called me today, and they need me to start immediately. That's why we have to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! I don't even have time to pack, let alone say goodbye to my friends. We can't just uproot ourselves from LA and head to England." I looked around our apartment, a cozy haven that had been my home for the past seven years. It felt like things were finally getting back to normal.

I glanced at the ticket again and saw the fine print: Departing from LAX tomorrow at 10:45 am. "I should really start wearing my glasses," I muttered under my breath.

My mom tried to reassure me, "Everything will work out fine. I've hired movers to come during the week and help ship the rest of our stuff. Tonight, all we need to do is pack our personal things and head to the airport first thing in the morning."

I felt like I wanted to argue, but then I saw how tired my mom looked. Her face seemed really worn out, and she had a tired look in her eyes. It made me realize that maybe I hadn't been paying enough attention to how she was feeling lately.

I decided not to bring up my concerns because I didn't want to make things worse. I didn't want to fight with my mom when she already seemed so tired and stressed. So, I chose to keep quiet and let it go for now, even though I still had my worries.

As we stepped off the plane in London, the dark grey skies clouded my vision, and the unfamiliar air filled my lungs. Instantly, I began to miss home. With half of my life packed away in two large suitcases and three duffel bags, this was definitely going to take some getting used to.

"Have your other bags arrived yet?" my mom asked, her eyes darting to the time on her wrist.

"Sorry for making you wait," I replied with a sigh. "When you're packing your whole life into a bag, it tends to take a while." I was far from being in a good mood after only managing to grab a couple of hours of sleep, spending one of them writing an overly dramatic paragraph to my friends about where I'd be for the next few years.

"There's no need to get sassy with me, Y/n," my mom chided. "I'm just worried about the time. I don't want to be late for the shuttle. If we miss this one, the next won't be for another three hours. And I'm sure you don't want to spend that much time at the airport."

Before I could respond, I spotted my color-coded bags moving slowly along the conveyor belt. I collected them and loaded them onto a trolley, then couldn't help but add a mockingly sweet tone, "Now, we can go."

My mom led the way to the shuttle, looking a bit lost in the bustling airport. She approached a stranger for directions, and I listened intently, realizing I needed to get used to the distinct accent. My mom thanked the stranger urgently, and we hurriedly made our way to catch the shuttle, leaving behind the life I'd known in America.

Arriving at our new home in England I couldn't help that there was a mix of excitement and trepidation. I had seen pictures of the place, but it was entirely different to stand in front of it, knowing that it was going to be our home for the foreseeable future. My mom, ever the optimist, had put in tremendous effort to ensure it was the best flat on the block.

As we approached the building, I noticed the quaint charm of the neighborhood. Rows of terraced houses with colorful front doors lined the cobblestone streets. It was a far cry from the sunny, palm tree-lined avenues of Los Angeles that I had called home.

My mom had informed me earlier that her new job had provided relocation money, and she had spent hours researching and visiting potential flats to find one that met all our needs. She was determined to make this transition as smooth as possible for me, especially since I wasn't exactly thrilled about changing schools.

The flat itself was a cozy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a charming Victorian building. It had large windows that let in plenty of natural light, and I could see the spires of an old church in the distance. The living room had plush sofas, and I could just imagine the walls being adorned with artwork from home. She had even managed to find a flat with a small balcony where we could enjoy tea on sunny afternoons.

As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but be impressed by how homely it felt, despite being in a foreign country. My room, though smaller than what I was used to, had a window overlooking the quiet street below. I packed some of my posters and photographs from our life in LA, making it feel like a small piece of home.

As I unpacked my belongings, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of changes that had brought us here. My parents' divorce had been a long and sometimes painful process, but with me finishing up middle school, it seemed like the right time for a fresh start.

In my mom's perspective, this move was a chance for something new and exciting, a way to turn the page on a difficult chapter in our lives. But for me, I felt like I was just along for the ride, caught up in the decisions made by the adults in my life. It wasn't easy to accept that we were starting over in a completely different country.

While I tried to look on the bright side, I couldn't shake the feeling that my mom should have told me about it much sooner. The truth was that I was still deeply hurt and confused.

But as I glanced out the window of our new flat and saw the quaint streets of our new neighborhood, I knew that, in time, I would find my place in this new chapter of our lives. Change might not come overnight, but I was determined to make the most of it and find the silver lining in our fresh start.

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A whole week had passed, and I swear my boredom had reached Olympic levels. Our furniture from LA finally showed up a few days ago, and let me tell you, I became the world champion of room redecorating in record time. But apart from that impressive feat, my life had all the excitement of a cardboard box. School isn't kicking off until Monday, which gives me a gentle nudge that I should probably check out the film program my mom's been raving about.

Feeling all organized and responsible, I sat down and sketched out the route from our place to the school. It's like a 20-minute walk, which I can totally handle once I get the hang of it. But if I'm feeling a bit lazy (which happens, like, all the time), there's a nifty 10-minute bus ride option. Plus, my mom's still knee-deep in paperwork to send our car overseas, so it's official I'm becoming a bus pro.

Then I checked out the school's website, and the film program doesn't look half bad. They've got this YouTube channel packed with short films that are more interesting than binge-watching cat videos. And here's the real kicker they've got a partnership with Netflix! I mean, seriously, how did they manage to pull that off? They're talking about workshops and internships, and I'm just here thinking,

"Who's the magician that got Netflix on board?" That seriously is impressive.

Looking out of the window, I couldn't believe my luck the sun was actually shining for once! After days of nothing but gray skies, it felt like a small miracle. I was starting to understand that sunny days were a rare commodity in this place. So, I thought, why not make the most of it while I could?

I swapped out my usual outfit for a pair of comfy shorts and a cool graphic tee. In a flash, I was out the door, ready to savor every bit of that precious sunshine.

As I continued my stroll through the neighborhood, I stumbled upon a charming park nestled amidst the houses. The sunlit meadow was dotted with people, and what caught my eye was the number of folks out and about with their dogs. It was becoming evident that this was definitely a big dog-loving community, and the park was their social hub.

I watched as playful pups frolicked, tails wagging with unbridled enthusiasm, and their owners chatted amicably, forming a tight-knit community within the community. It felt heartwarming to witness such camaraderie, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

I stumbled upon the perfect photo opportunity, one that would fit perfectly in my collection. I'd forgotten my camera at home, but my trusty phone would have to do. As I aimed to capture the moment, an unexpected collision sent my phone tumbling to the ground.

Before I could get a word out, the other person beat me to the punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," he said, hastily bending down to retrieve both of our phones. It turned out he had dropped his phone as well.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up. "No, no, it's alright. It was my fault for standing right in the middle of the walkway," I replied, cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

He handed back my phone with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Hopefully, it didn't crack," he said, his own cheeks taking on a shade of pink.

I shook my head, trying to conceal my own embarrassment. "No big deal. You might have done me a favor, actually. It's about time I got a new phone, and this could be the perfect excuse," I quipped, waving my phone playfully. The boy chuckled warmly.

"Thanks for not making me feel awful about it," he admitted, appearing relieved. "I'm Charlie, by the way." He extended his hand, and I shook it with a friendly smile.

I responded, "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Charlie." The friendly atmosphere that had enveloped us earlier seemed to dissipate, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.

Charlie finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with shyness. "Sorry, but I can't help but notice the accent..."

I smiled, realizing his curiosity. "Oh yeah, I'm from America. We just moved here last week, right down the block," I stated, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

Charlie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Right down the block! I live right down that way." I couldn't help but feel my own excitement grow.

"I live where the new flats were built, I think they're called the Avalone Suites or something," I mentioned. Charlie's face instantly lit up with recognition.

"I live right across from you! Everyone around the block has been raving about the new building," he exclaimed,

As Charlie and I walked back to my apartment, he chatted animatedly about the neighborhood, sharing tidbits about the local shops, nearby parks, and the best places to grab a bite. It was clear he was friendly and genuinely excited to have a new neighbor.

During our conversation, we made another delightful discovery – we were both going to the same school. It was a pleasant surprise that eased my earlier concerns about not knowing anyone in this new place.

By the time we reached my apartment building, Charlie had almost talked my ear off, but I didn't mind one bit. With a warm smile, I turned to him and said, "Thanks for walking me back, Charlie. I guess I won't be starting school completely alone."

Charlie grinned in response; his eyes filled with genuine friendliness. "Anytime, Y/N. I'm looking forward to seeing you at school."

We added each other on each other's socials before we parted ways.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/727972531449020416/hearts-unleashed-part-2?source=share

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cicerfics · 5 months ago

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Headcanons: How knowledgeable are the MI6 staff about the workplace gossip mill?

OK, just ONE more headcanons post before Fest is done!

This one is about our favorite characters and their ability (or lack thereof) to stay abreast of the hot goss circulating at HQ.

Moneypenny: THE gossip queen of MI6. Knows all, sees all, but does not TELL all. She always has the 411 on what's going on with MI6 personnel, but she's very discreet. She plays her cards close to her vest, and generally turns a blind eye to matters that do not concern her, M, important political matters, or internal security. Still, whether she discloses her knowledge or not, she absolutely knows which canteen worker spent the night with which member of Accounting while his wife was out of town. 👀

Bond: Very good at keeping his finger on the pulse and his ear to the ground. Generally very knowledgeable about the MI6 gossip mill. However, he is hamstrung by the fact that he spends so much of his time abroad. He has several key employees (well-placed in various departments) that he checks in with whenever he returns to HQ. He applies to Moneypenny as well and tries to weasel information out of her. Nine times out of ten, his sources help him stay up to date!

(After his retirement from the double-oh sector, Bond and Moneypenny develop a hand-in-glove relationship. Bond scouts around and collects gossip from satellite government offices and various London hotels. Meanwhile, Moneypenny collects intel from committee meetings and whispers in the halls outside M's office. Then she and Bond have lunch meetings to swap intel. Bond is a great asset to Moneypenny's gossip empire!)

Q: Perennially oblivious to gossip. Knows literally Nothing about who is shagging whom, or who has a workplace beef with whom. He is VERY busy and important and occupied with everything from complex mathematical equations to budget proposals! He simply has NO TIME to dawdle in the breakroom and no desire to go to after-dinner drinks with the minions! He wants to go home to his cats and SLEEP!

Anyway, this leads to awkward situations where Q attends the office holiday party and naively asks a fellow department head if her husband is in attendance...not realizing that this particular employee had a quiet (though very bitter and contentious) divorce four months prior. Oops! R and Moneypenny take to briefing Q on a regular basis to help him avoid these embarrassing lapses.

R: Extremely knowledgeable about all goings-on in Q-branch. She is, however, utterly indifferent to anything outside her own kingdom. Could not care less whether that man in Accounting is cheating on his wife. However, she knows all there is to know about what the R&D interns and ballistics techs get up to in their free time.

Tanner: He oversees literally all Internal Security business and receives regular updates from multiple people (Moneypenny included). So he is very much up to date. Not interested in gossip for gossip's sake, though. He just wants to be sure nobody is doing anything that will jeopardize national security or leave MI6 open to a sexual harassment lawsuit. When it comes to personal matters between consenting individuals...well. Tanner is very expert at turning a blind eye.

He saw Bond and Q flirting while fondling a gun that Q was passing over to Bond? No, he didn't. He happened to be looking at the wall clock, and he saw NOTHING. Thank you for your understanding!

Mallory: I feel like Mallory is always on the cutting-edge of political gossip. He knows EVERYTHING about the movers-and-shakers in the government. Absolutely everything. He is always 100% caught up on that mess. He is significantly less knowledgeable about what his employees get up to, though. Most of his time is spent liaising with foreign intelligence agencies, pushing through requests for additional funding, or fending off the interference of MI5. For better or for worse, he relies heavily on Moneypenny and Tanner to keep him caught up on internal matters.

#my headcanons #james bond #007 fest 2024 #station atlantic

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rustyzebra · 2 years ago

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She Has Me Whipped

NSFW! NO MINORS PLEASE

AN: Howdy y'all, This was heavily inspired by this one picture of Paget. Please be gentle. I haven't written in a while.

Also posted on AO3

TW: Slight spanking, slight degradation, praise

Summary: You helped Emily move her things after coming back from London. You wanted to borrow a sweater but ended up finding something you probably shouldn't have.

"Hey, thanks for coming over and helping me move," Emily says while carrying boxes through the door of her new apartment. You follow her shortly after. "No worries, Em, I'm just happy you're back. Emily has recently returned from London to take over for Hotch. You missed her dearly these past years that she's been abroad.

You made the long-distance "relationship" work, though you both never made it official. Now that she's back, it may end up happening eventually.

"Where do you want this tote, Em?" Finally, bringing in the last of her things. She glances over to see the box you were holding before answering. "That one can go in the bedroom." Nodding, you walked off. You looked around her new bedroom after placing the box on the floor. The movers moved the bed and big furniture early this morning; she's lucky she doesn't have to sleep on the floor. You chuckled, thinking to yourself.

You walk into the living room to see Emily on her phone. Looking up, she flashes you a smile. "How about we order something to eat before unpacking the essentials?” "Sure! I'm starving." Sitting on the lone couch while you waited for Emily to place the order. Emily walked over to the sofa and plopped herself beside you.

"I missed you so much, Em." You said while leaning your head to rest on her shoulder. Emily leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "I missed you too, sweet girl." She mumbled into your hair. Both of you stayed cuddled up together until a knock at the door broke your little trance.

Emily begrudgingly got up off the couch to grab the food. After joining you back on the sofa, she handed you the takeout container and plastic cutlery from the bag. "Sorry, I haven't unpacked any plates or cutlery yet," “Don’t be sorry, Em, you just moved.” You said as you finally brought some food to your mouth. You were looking to see Emily shovelling the Chinese food into her mouth. You chuckled. "Hey, slow down, or you're going to choke." Emily swallowed down the food and let out a laugh as well. "Sorry, all this manual labour is making me hungry."

Finished eating, you stand up from the couch and stretch; Emily takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you close. “Yeah, I missed this.” Emily said in your ear before letting you go seconds later and giving you a light tap on your butt to get you moving.”Hey, watch yourself, Prentiss.” You replied with a smirk as you followed her into the kitchen. “Come on; we got a kitchen to fill.” You started working on the cutlery and kitchen essentials, stocking cupboards and shelves, and making this place feel like home. The hours tick by and most rooms have been furnished. The rest can wait for tomorrow.

After a long day's work, Emily returned to the couch; the tv in front had finally been set up, so you both could unwind with a movie. “Em, can I borrow a sweater? I’m freezing.” Emily smiled and nodded while she looked for a movie you’d both settle on watching. “They should be in the blue tote you brought in earlier.” You walk back into the bedroom and kneel by the tote. You opened it up to see piles of clothes and other miscellaneous things. Digging around, your hand hits a long, thin object near the bottom of the tote. Curious, you pulled it out to find yourself holding a riding crop. Your face flushed a deep red while studying the whip in your hand. Why would Emily need something like this? You through to yourself. She doesn’t have a horse. Then it hit you. You quickly shoved it back where it was and grabbed the first sweater you saw—quickly throwing it on and leaving the room in a hurry.

You joined Emily on the couch, trying to hide your flushed face as best as possible. “I wondered what took you so long; I thought you got lost in there,” Emily replied, placing a hand on your thigh. “Sorry, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted.” At times, you were a terrible liar. Emily didn’t continue to push; she just put on the movie and pulled you closer to her. You tried to focus on the film, but your mind wandered to the riding crop. Images of Emily holding it suggestively flashed in your mind. You knew Emily was moderately kinky but never imagined something like this.

Did she go to some BDSM clubs while in London? Was she seeing another woman while there? Questions popped up in your mind left and right that you missed Emily's quizzical look she shot at you. "Are you ok?" Concern crosses her features. Not hearing her, you stare off into space until you feel Emily grab your chin to move your face to look at her. "Hey, anyone in there?" Emily asked before lightly flicking your nose. Snapping out of your stupor, your eyes finally meet Emily. "Huh? Sorry, Em. I'm fine." "Are you sure? You've been off since you went to get one of my sweaters."

At times like this, you hate profilers. You've finally had enough of beating around the bush. "I uh… I found something else in that tote. Something I probably shouldn't have uh seen."

You turn your face away, a flush climbing up your neck.

Emily stops to think about what could have embarrassed you so much in the tote; then, it hits her. A wide smirk plastered itself on her face, eyebrow-raising in amusement. "What did you say you found, sweetheart?" You mumble too quietly for her to hear. "Speak up, sweet girl."

"I found a riding crop." You look down while picking at your nails.

"From when I was an equestrian, silly girl." Emily let out a belly laugh. "Did you think it was for something else?" The blood drained from your face; it turns out you were the one with the dirty mind. Emily leaned close to your ear to whisper. "Did you want it to be for something else?" Nipping just below your earlobe. A hitched breath left your throat, nodding meekly.

"I don't know what you want if you don't tell me, darling." Emily purred against the nape of your neck, biting at your pulse point. "I-I thought it was for the Ah! For the bedroom."

"I could make that happen if you'd like." Emily stared into your lust-blown eyes. "Please, Em."

Emily dragged you into the bedroom. Clothes were flinging off. You are pushed onto the bed when the only thing left on you is your bra and panties. Emily walked over to the tote and brought out the item that had successfully distracted you all night. “Before we start, are you sure you want this?” Emily asked softly. “Yes, Emily.” “You remember our safeword?” Nodding your head before replying. “The traffic light system to check in, Red or the word Peach to stop.”

“That’s my good girl.” Emily coos before getting back into character.

“What is it about this that got you so excited?” Emily asked as she dragged her fingers across the smooth leather. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed. “Was my sweet girl having naughty thoughts?” You nodded as Emily purred in your ear. She brought the crop and ran it across your clothed chest; a hum slipped past your lips. She pushed your bra up using the crop handle, allowing your breasts to slip out. Emily moaned at the sight of the new jewellery on your nipples.

“Well, now, when did you get these?” Emily’s sultry voice made its way to your ears. The cool leather of the crop stroked along your erect nipples, rubbing against the little balls of metal on either side of them. “Ah! W-While you were in London.” Emily hummed, a smirk gracing her features. Leaning closer, she grabs one of your nipples, rolling it between her fingers; how you liked it. You let out a muffled moan.

“They are a lot more sensitive than I remember.” Emily muses to herself. The sensation of her nimble fingers hitting against the bar in your nipple was driving you crazy; you go to move Emily’s hand, the feeling becoming too much for you. You felt the smack on the crop against your thigh, a louder moan leaving your body after impact. “Did I say you could touch? Naughty girl. Do I have to tie up your hands like last time?” You shook your head, whimpering.

You felt the leather of the crop run along your body, making its way to sit under your chin, raising it to make you look her in the eyes. “Use your words, Slut.” Emily sneered while looking down at you. “No, Emily, I’ll be good. Please.” Moaning again as the crop continues back down your body. “Good girl.” Bringing the crop between your legs, gently tapping on your inner thighs. “Open for me, princess.” Your legs fall open, putting yourself on full display for her. “Look at you, all wet from a naughty little misunderstanding.” Emily ran the crop across the wet patch on your panties.

“Please, Em.” Emily hummed as she continued to circle the crop along your cunt. “Please, what? What did I say about using your words?” Emily lightly swatted your pussy, the sting mixing with pleasure, effectively ripping a moan from your body. “Please, Em. Stop teasing. I need you to touch me.” “I am touching you,” Emily replies. “With your hands, please, Em. Please just fuck me.”

Emily smirks down at you. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” Lifting your hips to help Emily pull down your panties, watching her toss them behind her. “Look at you, I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already making a mess of the sheets.” She trails her hands up your inner thigh painstakingly slow; you go to grab her hand out of habit. Realising you royally fucked up. “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, here.” Emily hands you the crop. “Hold this up in both your hands. If it drops even an inch, you won’t get to cum for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Emily's stern voice sends a throb right to your folds. “Yes, Ma’am.” Your voice is coming out shaky. Holding the crop up was easy until you felt Emily’s finger dip into your slick, sufficiently coating her fingers before circling your clit. Your hand waver at the pleasure. “Look at my obedient girl, trying so hard to hold that up, huh?” Emily asked as she flicked your clit with her thumb. “Ah! Yes.” Your hands are starting to shake.

Emily slips two fingers into your cunt, pumping with vigour. “Emily, please, more.” You begged. “God, beg again.” Emily smiled while slowing her pace. “Please, use your tongue. Fuck me harder, please.” “You’re so sexy when you beg.” Emily pulls her fingers out and pops them into her mouth. “Since you asked so nicely.” She leans down and swipes her tongue up your cunt, swirling it around your clit. You don’t know how you’re still holding up the crop, but you are damn sure going to try your best to keep holding it.

Emily’s nose bumps against your clit as she proceeds to eat you out like a woman that's been starved. Moans ripping from your body left and right. “Emily, please, I’m so close.” Your voice is shaking as the coil in your lower abdomen starts to tighten. Your arms subconsciously drop a bit. Emily looks up at you, pulling away only enough to swat your thigh. “Arms. Up. Now.” Your arms immediately shot up. “That’s my sweet girl, always so good for me,” Emily mumbles against your clit. Moaning as Emily continues to fuck you with her tongue.

“Emily, I’m so close, please. Please don’t stop.” Your speech turned into incoherent babbling once Emily inserted her fingers back in. Her mouth focused on your clit, lightly pulling it between her teeth. “That’s it, sweetheart, let go. Cum for me.”

Back arching off the mattress, you miss the clunk of the crop falling to the floor. Your arms grip the sheets as Emily helps you recover from your orgasm. You fall limp on the mattress once you’re back to reality. Emily sits up, mouth and chin glistening with your slick. You open your eyes once you realise your hands are empty. “Emily, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to drop it.” “You gulp once you see her pick it up off the floor and sit down on the edge of the bed. “You’ll be sorry, alright. Lay on my lap; I’ll have to retrain you. This is going to be a long night.”

Your ass was very sore at the end of the night; Emily’s aftercare has been and will always be immaculate. Rubbing cream into your skin after cleaning you up and pulling you close to her after crawling back into bed.

“I missed this.” You mumble as you nuzzle against Emily’s neck. “Me too, sweet girl,” Emily replies after placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Get some rest; you’ll need it.” Emily chuckles softly.

Yes, you definitely missed this.

#emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #i love this woman so much #no beta we die like prentiss

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vansandhands · 2 years ago

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dizzymisslizzie · 3 months ago

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Thank you for the tag @miss-minnelli!

I started a note with a vague idea and it's turned into a whole story! I've got other projects I should be working on but this is calling me so I'm letting it!

Mentions of struggles with sobriety.

Henry knew Bea was struggling with her sobriety. She always seemed to have the answers though. She mentioned her meetings and her sponsor to him whenever they talked. Henry’s move to New York had been emotional for them, but she assured him she was strong enough to be ok with the distance. Six months later, he gets a call from Phillip that Bea was in trouble and he was needed. She wouldn’t listen to anyone but him. Henry walks into work at Bankston Publishing and tells his amazing boss Zahra that he’s leaving. Family emergency back home calling him away with no return anticipated. She gives him a sad look and a rare hug. In the next few hours, he’s bought a plane ticket to London for that night, packed his clothes and essentials, gotten David ready for the trip, called his landlord and gives notice on his apartment, and hired movers to box it all up and send it to his family home in Hartfordshire. There’s one last thing to do… break up with his boyfriend, Alex. He’s so in love with the curly haired Adonis. It was a journey to get where they are now. They haven’t said the L word to each other yet but Henry’s felt it for so long. But Bea needs him now and Alex can’t follow. He needs to let Alex go so he can focus on Bea and the journey ahead. Henry doesn’t have the strength to say the words… if he sees Alex, his resolution will dissolve and he’ll let Alex convince him to try long distance… but he can’t be focused on Alex here when Bea needs him there. So he writes a letter… he slides it under Alex’s apartment door. He texts Nora and June that he’s sorry. Then he blocks all their numbers. He’ll unblock them soon and deal with the fallout but for now… he’s got a red eye to London and a sick sister.

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kwisatzworld · 1 year ago

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“The other thing that takes a lot of time is the girls! There are always a lot of girls at every Grand Prix, but a lot of really young girl fans come to see me in Italy, 12 and 13-year-olds. I prefer older girls who are real fans of me as a racer – not teeny-boppers.” (Italian GP 1998)

“I have to say I don’t like leaving home to go racing at this time of year - there are too many beautiful girls around where I live, and they don’t wear so many clothes during the summer.” (British GP 1998)

Even back in his 125 and 250 days his infectious enthusiasm was breaking the sport to whole new audiences, amongst them the Valenteenyboppers, gangs of Italian schoolgirls drawn to racetracks by their heartthrob's pretty blue eyes. Valentino doesn't appreciate that kind of attention because he's a bit of a biking purist. “They're not fans of Rossi the motorcycle racer, but just because I've got blue eyes, I don't like,” he says with faint exasperation after years spent fleeing these seething ranks of moist, pubescent Latin lovelies. “It's good to have one or two nice girls chasing you, but not one thousand.” That's what he says, but you wonder if he really means it once you've been inside his motorhome, watching him and constant companion Uccio Salucci giggling madly as they field lewd text messages from female admirers.

Mat Oxley: It was Imola ‘97 that I realised he’d become a superstar – his fans covered half the hillside on the pit straight, so he was already more popular than Doohan and Biaggi. You’d go to his motorhome and there’d be 20 teenage girls hanging around outside, even though he had a girlfriend at the time. Uccio: We really enjoyed having so many girls around! Maybe some top riders or superstars worry “Is this girl coming to see me because I’m famous or does she really like me?”, but Valentino didn’t think like that, he always said “I don’t care why she’s coming, I’m just happy that she is coming!”

Of course, with the late nights came the girls, and Valentino was getting through them at a rate. One of the few big-name riders to count himself ‘single’, he had finally copped onto the fact that he’s young, rich and the ladies love him, so, why on earth would he want to go steady just yet? As Italian MotoGP mover and shaker Carlo Pernat says: “I've never seen so many girls around a rider, maybe Barry Sheene or Marco Lucchinelli (500 world champ in 1981) but never so many. Valentino doesn't like to stay with a girl more than two or three months. He still lives like a kid now, with the same friends, the same way of life. After the racing is finished it's impossible to find him, no one knows where he goes, maybe he's in London, maybe he's in a disco with some friends he's known since he was a boy. He never changes, he doesn't want to be famous, he doesn't want a movie star girlfriend, he doesn't want to be in the papers with famous people.”

Valentino excuses himself by insisting that long-term girlfriends don't fit the GP lifestyle. “I brought a girlfriend to the Barcelona race but now is finished,” he said midway through 2003. When you make this life is very difficult to have a girl. If you bring her to a GP maybe she's bored, so I stay alone at races, is better. Then when you stay one week at a racetrack, you come back home and you have some power to use, you need to have fun, go out with friends, go to the disco, but your girlfriend has just stayed one week doing all this kind of stuff, so when I come home, she say ‘can we see a movie?'. So is difficult.”

Q: Did the life of a boyfriend change him? Graziano: I don't think so, he keeps going dancing, but with his girlfriend.

Who would the MotoGP rider Valentino Rossi invite at dinner from the sports world? The Italian answered this question in an interview with Blick. “That's where I would call Roger Federer. We already had this pleasure in Portugal in 2006, but it was a long time ago. I do not know Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi on a personal basis, even if I would be interested at those two. Outside the world of sports, I would prefer a beautiful woman! When I was younger, I was loving the actress Angelina Jolie so much. But now she is old, like me (laughter). So I'd pick Scarlett Johansson. Having a nice woman next to me would be better than Roger!”, he said laughing.

“The first ride with the M1 was like going on a date with a new girlfriend: it's more exciting than having ice cream with a new girlfriend than having sex with one you've been dating for years!”

#by mat oxley #mostly #reading

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simplyxdolxstyles · 1 year ago

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Faded G.D x Reader

So here is a Grayson imagine by request. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted but I tried to follow it at best :). Any way I didn't know what to call it so I just called it 'Faded' lol

Grayson Dolan x Reader

Living in London has been amazing. Moving there when you started university all the way up to now, after living in Sweden priorly, with a great life going you couldn’t think of possibly leaving now.

You were out for a walk on this lovely fall day. It wasn’t too cold, it was just right. Staring at the changing leaves you closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of autumn, it was one of your favourite seasons (it’s also mine). It was getting colder, but that didn’t bother you, you enjoyed it actually. After you got back, you noticed a movers truck parked along your building, ‘someone’s moving in’ you thought. You see a vague figure walking around but thought nothing of it. Shaking your head, you entered the elevator and headed to your unit (is that right? Forgive if it’s not).

The next you had to get ready for work. It appeared that the person who was moving in was moving onto your floor as there was quite the racket. After downing your breakfast and locking up, you headed towards the elevator, until you saw someone make their way to the elevator as well.

“Wait! Hold the door!” They called out. You did and noticed it was the same person you had seen yesterday.

“Thank you, Sorry about that, I’m in a bit of a hurry. I just moved in and I need to get to the hardware store to get somethings Also, sorry for the noise and I didn’t mean to be so loud.” The guy spoke, turning a bit red in embarrassment.

You’re stricken with a sense of shock. You’re pretty sure the guy talking to you, and standing next to you is the one and only, Grayson Dolan. And he’s gonna be your new neighbour.

“Don’t worry its fine.” You replied with a little smile after you got over your shock. Wow, the ‘Grayson Dolan’ living in your building and on your floor too.

“I’m Grayson.” He says with a dimpled, sticking his hand out. Of course you knew that but you wouldn’t tell him that, so you played along. He also became rather…flirty.

“I’m (Y/n), nice to meet you, Grayson.” You reply with a smile back. The elevator stops and the doors open. You knew what he was up to

“After you,” He spoke you gesturing you to exit first. “Thanks.” You mutter. Walking towards the entrance doors, he turns to you.

“It was nice meeting you, (Y/n), hopefully we’ll catch each other more often.” He offers again, eyes lingering on your face.

“Sure.” You simply reply.

And that’s how these run-in’s started. Meeting almost every day in the elevator, it’s rather interesting you thought. You became friends in no time time. You tried not to appear interested, you didn’t want to say you knew him righty off the bat, especially an ex ‘Youtube’ star that he was. You didn’t want to tell him just yet, but you were a fan of his and Ethan when you were younger, always watching them when you would come home from school. They always made you laugh, or cry or whatever, of course you were sad when they announced they were leaving but you understood and respected their wishes, however, this was the last thing you expected to happen to you, living in the same building with Grayson.

“I want to take you out, like for dinner, if you don’t mind, like just as friends.” Grayson had said one day. You looked back at him with surprise, however you accepted.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just let me know when.” You say.

“Great, how does tomorrow sound?” He asked with his head tilted a bit. It was rather cute.

“Sure, I’m actually off tomorrow so that works.” You offer a bit of a smile.

“Awesome, I’ll see you at 7:00 then.” He offered a smile before disappearing into his unit.

7:00pm came faster than you anticipated. You spent the majority of the day prepping yourself for this evening. You decided casual I mean you didn’t want to be over dressed, if you know what I mean. Before you knew it, it was 7:00.

“Wow, you look really pretty.” Grayson says when he saw you.

“Thank you.” You reply with a smile.

“Shall we?”

“Sure, let’s go.” You lock your door and off the two you went.

Grayson took you to a quaint little place close by. It was rather nice. He was quite flirty tonight you noted, you weren’t really sure where you wanted thing’s to go on account of his history with girls.

“So… in case you didn’t know, I used to make Youtube videos with my twin. It was a lot of fun. We did all sorts of things.” Grayson spoke suddenly.

“Oh really?” You tried to act surprised.

“Um yeah,” He murmurs.

“I see, so how come you stopped doing them?” You asked.

“Well, thing’s started to change and so we decided to stop for the best you know, just leave it at that and move on.” He answered.

“How’s your twin doing?” You curiously ask about Ethan.

“He lives on Australia with his fiancé now. (OMG!) It’s great I’m so happy for them.” He replies with a smile.

“Oh I see, and you? What brought you to London?” You ask.

“Well, I decided to move out of my mom’s place back in Jersey and wanted to start new you know.” You nodded.

“I used to hook up with girls you know.” He said out of the blue. You did know.

“Oh?”

“Yeah I know, I was young and stupid and didn’t know what I want.” He stated.

“Do you know what you want now, Grayson?” you ask. He looks at you for a moment before his face start’s to flush.

“I-I don’t know, maybe?” He said it more like a question.

“I see.” Was your reply.

“You know, you’re pretty cool, (Y/n).” Grayson said. Oh boy.

“Thanks.” You replied.

“I hope we get to learn a lot more about each other. I really like you.”

“Well, I think you’re cool too, Grayson.” You state.

“I really hope we can do this again. I really enjoyed tonight.” He reaches over and lightly touched your hand. Your hands twitched a bit at that. You weren’t sure. You didn’t want to get to close to Grayson in case feelings started. This was beyond what you had expected with Grayson but you didn’t want to end up being another number on his list.

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beeeinyourbonnet · 2 months ago

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Covetous | Epilogue

Pairing: Nostelle

Rating: E

Summary: Father Joseph MacAvoy wakes up in a library across town with no idea of how he got there. When the kind librarian doesn’t kick him out immediately, he considers that maybe there’s more to life than alcohol.

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [chapter 6] [chapter 7] [chapter 8] [chapter 9] [chapter 10] [chapter 11] [chapter 12] [chapter 13] [chapter 14] [chapter 15] [chapter 16] [chapter 17] [chapter 18] [chapter 19] [chapter 20] [chapter 21] [chapter 22] [chapter 23] [chapter 24]

[read on ao3]

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Seven years later.

It was Father MacAvoy’s last sermon at St. Joseph’s. As of tomorrow, his flock was at St. Rita’s, a much larger church further inside London, where he’d been transferred due to the success of his congregation’s bi-weekly soup kitchens.

It was also near Belle’s library, which is why MacAvoy was only a little upset when he hadn’t seen them in the pews. He’d see her tomorrow once the movers finished taking his boxes.

“Thank you all for seven wonderful years,” he said. “And I hope we all meet again someday.” He set down his last page and smiled out at the room. “Anyone who’d like to take communion, please join me now.”

As he handed out wafers and thimblefuls of juice, everyone congratulated him on his bigger congregation, on the success of his social programs. He couldn’t help but tear up as people told him they’d miss him, that they’d loved hearing him for these last seven years, that he’d meant something to them.

He couldn’t believe Belle wasn’t here. This, the culmination of all he’d worked toward, and she couldn’t find the time?

But no, that wasn’t fair. Things came up. She’d probably left him a message that he’d see after services, and she’d definitely welcome him to St. Rita’s tomorrow.

He finished shaking hands, hugging his flock, apologizing that he’d heard his last confession yesterday and had too much packing to do today. This wasn’t strictly true—most everything he owned had taken about half a day to pack—but he just couldn’t draw out this goodbye any further. Enough was enough. This was where he’d built a home. This was the church that had cradled him through his darkest days.

And where was the woman who’d pulled him out of those dark days?

He swallowed down those thoughts, and then, when he looked up, there she was, hurrying toward him with a young boy in tow as the rest of the congregants trickled out.

“Sorry,” she said with a tight smile. “We had to stay in the back and be very quiet.”

“I’m just glad you’re here,” he said, heart lightening as she gave him a quick hug. He looked down at the boy, whose seventh birthday they had all celebrated just a few weeks ago. “Why’d you have to be so quiet?”

“We’re on our best behavior for the social worker,” he said, London accent thick.

“Aiden!” Belle blushed. “No, it’s just that—”

The last congregant left and before the door could close, it hit an obstacle, and then Nosty was shouldering his way in carrying a sleeping toddler.

“Sorry, sorry,” Nosty whispered. “She only just fell asleep.”

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” MacAvoy asked. “I think I’ve got at least two tins of biscuits.” Many congregants had baked him gifts, especially the ones who had maintained, over the years, that he was unhealthily skinny.

“What kind of biscuits?” Aiden asked.

“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?” Nosty said.

They all followed him up, Aiden right behind while Belle stayed back to take the diaper bag from Nosty’s shoulder so he could more easily climb the stairs with Molly, their second foster child.

Without having to ask, the two of them headed for MacAvoy’s own room to settle Molly and her monitor in for a quieter nap, while MacAvoy took Aiden to his pile of food gifts.

This was truly the best life he could ask for. He had best friends who knew his home was their home, he had two kids who might someday call him Uncle Joseph, and more than being no longer considered a disgrace by the archdiocese, he was actively lauded for the good he brought to his community.

“May I have some chocolate ones?” Aiden asked.

“Whichever you like,” he said. “And there’s a box of Legos out for you as soon as you finish.”

Aiden, with a thank you that was too serious for a seven-year-old boy, selected two chocolate biscuits, then sat by himself on the couch and ate them carefully over a napkin. He only looked up when Belle and Nosty tiptoed out of the room and shut the door behind them.

“Chocolate, eh?” Nosty asked. “Your favorite.”

“I thanked Father Joseph for them,” Aiden said defensively.

Belle ruffled his hair. “That was very thoughtful of you,” she said. Aiden calmed, and Nosty dragged the box of Legos out for him, and then he and Belle collapsed into their chairs at the kitchen table, door open so they could keep an eye on the living room.

“Long morning?” MacAvoy asked, setting out cups of coffee and one of the biscuit tins. Belle reached for one immediately while Nosty dumped sugar into his mug.

“Oh, it was fine,” Nosty said. “First, we started screaming as soon as we got out the car, then as soon as Mum took Aiden inside, we screamed some more, then we looked at mushrooms and tried to poison ourselves, and then we finally fell asleep.” A tiny fistful of curly hair looked to have been yanked from Nosty’s ponytail.

“I’m sorry you had to miss his last sermon,” Belle said, rubbing his shoulders. “Aiden enjoyed it, though. He said you sounded very sad, and he thought everyone would like that.”

“Did I?” MacAvoy asked. “I was trying to be uplifting.”

“I found it very uplifting,” Belle assured him. She took a gulp of coffee. “And sorry we couldn’t sit closer, I could see you looking for us, but there was a man who glared at Nosty before we even got inside because Molly was screaming, and—” She lowered her voice. “It made Aiden nervous.”

They all glanced into the living room where Aiden was now meticulously stacking green legos into a tower.

“What was with the social worker thing?” MacAvoy asked.

Nosty’s jaw clenched, but Belle just took another gulp of coffee.

“I don’t know, he’s been very nervous about the social worker recently, and it makes me nervous that someone’s going to report us just because he’s anxious.”

Nosty clenched his fist this time, knuckles white above the table, wedding ring digging in to his finger. MacAvoy figured he’d best change the subject so that Nosty didn’t explode where Aiden could hear him.

“So, you said you had news?”

“Lots of news,” Belle said. “We’ve been saving it all up because we knew we’d be seeing you.”

Now that they had two children in the same small, two-bedroom flat, they almost never came to the church, but Belle called him at least once a week on her lunch break. For the past week, all she’d said over and over was that they had “so much” to tell him.

“Is it good? Bad? Should I be worried?”

“A little worried,” Nosty said, and Belle swatted him on the shoulder.

“Not worried at all. It’s mostly good. Great, actually. Nosty?”

Nosty fiddled with the handle of his mug again, and MacAvoy tried not to be nervous. Belle had said the news was good.

“I sold a book,” he said.

“Well, that’s fantastic!” MacAvoy said, and both of them must have realized it was a little too bright, a little too disingenuous, because they narrowed their eyes at him.

“What?” Nosty asked.

MacAvoy swallowed. “Sorry, I just—don’t you sell a lot of books?” As soon as Nosty’s two-year probation for assaulting an officer ended, he’d gotten a part-time job at the bookstore a few streets over from Belle’s library, and had worked there ever since.

“Oi, not at the shop.” Nosty snorted. “I mean, my agent sold me manuscript to a publisher.”

“Oh, fuck,” MacAvoy said, cheeks reddening at his misunderstanding. “That’s fantastic! When’s it coming out?”

“It’ll probably be at least two years,” Belle said. “Publishing is quite slow.”

“Two years?” MacAvoy whistled. “Hasn’t it been with the agent for a year at least?”

“He’s only been shopping it for four months or so, the rest was me editing.” He shuddered. “Not my strong suit. Belle did most of it. She’s getting a whole chapter of acknowledgments.”

Belle kissed him on the cheek. “So, Nosty sold a book, and we finalized Molly’s adoption.”

MacAvoy pressed a hand to his heart. They’d taken Molly in a rush placement about six months ago when her mother had passed away while social services searched for next of kin. The grandparents were still alive, but they had health problems. It had been a long six months of mediation, evaluations, and heartache.

“That’s wonderful. And the grandparents?”

“I think they’re adopting us as well,” Belle said. “They’ll still be her grandparents, and we’ve got an invite to Christmas dinner. Actually, they’re taking her tomorrow, because news number three is that the movers rescheduled, and we’re moving tomorrow instead of Friday now.”

“Tomorrow?” MacAvoy’s eyebrows flew up. Tomorrow was supposed to be his moving day. Belle was going to come over on her lunch break and get a tour.

“I know, I’m sorry, and Aiden’s got a supervised visit with his mother after school too, so it’s going to be a mess.”

Nosty’s fist clenched again. Belle laid a hand over it.

“That’s certainly a lot,” MacAvoy said. “Would it help if I brought pizza over?”

“Why don’t we bring pizza to you so that we don’t have to worry about unpacking dishes?” Belle asked.

“Deal.”

Nosty still had the far-off look in his eyes and his fist clenched when Aiden burst into the kitchen carrying a small framed photo. MacAvoy knew it had been resting on top of a box to remind him to wrap it before the movers came tomorrow.

“What’ve you got there?” Belle asked, holding an arm out. He tucked himself up against her side and laid the frame on the table.

“I’m sorry,” Aiden said. “I just wanted to look at it.”

“That’s all right,” MacAvoy said. “You’re welcome to look at it.”

“Is this Father Joseph?” He pushed the frame toward Belle who peered at it, even though she had to already know what the photo was.

“Aye, that’s me,” MacAvoy said. “Sometimes, I dress like a civilian.”

It was a photo from their wedding day at the courthouse. Belle wore a strapless wedding dress with floral lace and a full skirt, and Nosty wore a kilt suit. Kaz—who had mostly fallen out of touch since getting her nursing degree—served as best man while Kathryn, no longer Nosty’s solicitor, was maid of honor. MacAvoy officiated as he’d always wanted to, though it was as a friend and not a priest, hence the suit and tie instead of shirt and collarino. This photo was the five of them, Belle and Nosty holding each other and beaming at the camera with wet eyes while Kathryn wept openly, Kaz held the bouquet and grinned, and MacAvoy stoically tried to hide his tears.

“How come everyone’s crying?” Aiden asked.

“We were happy,” Belle said.

“Ecstatic,” Nosty agreed.

“I wasn’t crying,” MacAvoy said, and the two of them snorted.

“I’ve never cried because I was happy,” Aiden said.

“Well, maybe someday you will.” Belle hugged him closer, and he fiddled with the frame stand, flipping it in and out.

“You haven’t been alive long enough,” Nosty said. “You’ll get there.”

“You looked pretty.”

Belle squeezed him again. “Thank you.”

Once Aiden had taken another biscuit and napkin into the other room, Belle picked up the photo, eyes misting over.

“Look at how nice we all looked,” she said. Nosty rested a hand over hers. “We had to wait to get married so both of you could grow your hair out.”

“Well, I didn’t want the skinhead look in me own wedding photos,” Nosty said.

“I’m still rejecting vanity,” MacAvoy said. “But I was grateful to look like myself.”

They were all still studying the photo when a wail sounded on the baby monitor. Nosty pushed himself up with a groan, but Belle laid a hand on his arm.

“You stay, I’ll get her.”

Nosty slumped back in his chair while Belle wandered off, Aiden abandoning his Lego structure to follow her into the bedroom.

“So,” MacAvoy said. He lifted his mug to take a sip, but it was empty. “How are you doing?”

Nosty shook his head. Over the years, they hadn’t opened up to one another the way either of them could open up to Belle, but Nosty was family to him now. They had gone through fire together. Nosty had even once drunkenly confessed that he’d have asked MacAvoy to be his best man if he hadn’t been the officiant.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Can’t you just—write another letter?” Nosty asked. “So we can adopt Aiden?”

MacAvoy’s eyebrows flew up. “I’m sure I can, but I don’t think it would help.” His word as a priest had gone far in both Nosty’s criminal trial and their adoption of Molly, but Aiden still had parents.

“I know.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I know.”

Belle came back a few minutes later carrying a groggy Molly, Aiden at their heels. “I think it’s time for us to go. We’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” he said. “And call me if you need anything.”

Belle kissed him quickly on the cheek, as did Molly—much to his delight—and then Aiden shook his hand, still so serious, holding the diaper bag over his little shoulder.

Nosty hung back while the three of them headed for the stairs.

“You’ll be all right tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “And congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”

Up close, he could see the purple bags under Nosty’s eyes, the new crow’s feet, but that was all these days. The rage, the fury that always boiled just under the surface was gone. Once, he’d even seen someone startle Nosty. Of course, he still clenched his fists, still spiraled behind a tight jaw, but who didn’t?

“Thanks.” Nosty clapped him on the back. “We’ll let you know how the visit goes.”

“I look forward to it.”

Nosty took a step toward the stairs, then paused. “You know, we’re really glad you’ll finally be closer.”

MacAvoy smiled. “I’ll miss this church, but me too. I can’t wait to be in babysitting range.”

Nosty grinned. “Me neither, mate. Me neither.”

****

Belle and Nosty barely managed to turn the covers down before collapsing into bed. They’d packed all afternoon, then Molly had refused to fall asleep, so Belle and Nosty took turns rocking her and reading to Aiden. Luckily, he dropped off around nine, and eventually Belle got Molly to sleep with a lullaby her father used to sing to her.

So she was in her crib in the bare living room, Aiden was in his bedroom, and Belle wasn’t sure she could summon the energy to read even a chapter before sleeping.

She could, however, snuggle up against her husband’s chest, his arms around her, the safest place in the world.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Nosty asked.

Belle smiled into the dark. He knew her well. “We’re all packed.”

“I know, I was there.” He kissed her hair. “But—this is the flat you grew up in.”

It was. This had been her bedroom since they’d moved to London when her mother died. She’d paid off the mortgage she inherited about three years back, and once the social worker floated the possibility of Molly, Belle knew it was time to sell it. She and her dad could fit just fine in this flat, but even if Molly was the only kid they ever adopted, three was a lot of people to share one bathroom and a tiny kitchen.

“I’ll miss it,” she said. “But I love our new house.”

Nosty pulled her closer somehow, tucking her hair under his chin. His grip was too tight around her waist to be casual.

“How are you feeling about it?”

He kissed her head, then rested his lips there. “I don’t want Aiden to have the visit tomorrow.”

Belle closed her eyes. If she could have, she’d have wrapped her arms around him, but he had her in a vice grip, so she settled for holding his hands where they clasped around her.

“I know,” Belle said. “But it’s his mother. He deserves to see her.”

“You’re his mother,” Nosty said. “He’s my son.”

When they’d talked about fostering, Nosty had been so happy to give someone the home he’d never had growing up, but she had seen this coming the second they met Aiden eight months ago. His mother was in court-ordered rehab. His dad, like Nosty’s, had been in and out of his life since he was born.

“Nosty, we have to do what’s best for Aiden,” she said softly.

“What’s she want with him now?” he asked. “He hasn’t seen her in months.”

But Aiden missed her—of course he did. He was seven. Sometimes, when he slept, he cried out for his mother, and Belle knew he didn’t mean her. He had called them Belle and Nosty for a little bit when he was first placed, but he’d since lapsed into calling them nothing at all.

“Nosty, what did you want when you were in the system?” she asked.

He groaned into her hair. “I just wanted someone to love me. But I love him. We love him.”

“I know,” Belle said. “I know we do. But didn’t you want that person to be your parents? Deep down?”

Nosty loosened his grip on her and pressed his eyes into the back of her head. After another minute, he groaned again.

“You’re right. I know. We always said we hoped his mum would get it together.”

Privately, in her deepest, darkest thoughts, Belle didn’t want his mum to get it together either. She did think of Aiden as her son. She wanted to keep him. But he was a person, and he had a family, and he deserved to be with them if he could.

A creak sounded down the hall, and then Aiden’s door was opening. Nosty pulled his arms off of Belle and by the time Aiden stumbled sleepily to their bed, they were a chaste distance apart.

“What’s wrong, Aid?” Nosty asked.

“I had a bad dream,” Aiden said. “Is Molly okay?”

“Molly’s fine.” Belle pulled the monitor off the nightstand to show him Molly sleeping peacefully in her crib. “Why don’t you come tell us about your bad dream?”

Aiden climbed in between them, and once he was settled, Belle and Nosty exchanged misty looks above his head. He’d never done this before.

“Will I have my own room in the new house?” Aiden asked.

Belle’s eyes flew up. “Of course. And Molly will too. It’s got three bedrooms.”

“What does it look like?”

This was out of Belle’s element. Having lived in the same flat for most of her life, she could only guess at the anxieties that he might be trying to express and how to assuage them.

“Pretty much like your room now,” Nosty said. “It’s got four walls, a closet, and it’ll have the same bed.”

Aiden considered this. He was such a serious little boy, always terrified of disorder. Belle worried that his mother was the reason he agonized over touching things, over getting crumbs on the floor, but the social worker would be there tomorrow. She wouldn’t let him be yelled at.

“What color is it?”

“It’s white right now,” Belle said. “But we can paint it before we move all the boxes in. Whatever color you want.”

“Green,” Aiden said quickly, then cast them both a wide-eyed look. “Please.”

Belle and Nosty both squeezed him. Above his head, Nosty gripped her hand.

“We’ll go look at paint colors on Tuesday after school, okay?” Belle said. “You can pick out whichever green you like. You can even pick out two greens.”

Aiden’s eyes widened again, but this time it made him look young instead of like he’d already lived too many lives. “For the same room?”

“Aye, we’ll have an accent wall.” Nosty waved his hand toward the lighter wall in their room. “Very posh.”

“Are we posh?” Aiden asked.

“Your mum’s very posh,” Nosty said, then he clamped his mouth shut. They tried to be careful about calling each other his parents.

“I don’t know,” Belle said. “I don’t think I am.”

“Oi, you’ve got a different pair of shoes for every day of the month,” Nosty said, and Aiden giggled.

“What if I only like one green?” he asked.

“Then we’ll only paint it one green,” Belle said. “You can even change your mind about green if you find a color you like better.”

Aiden’s face scrunched again, and Nosty cast her a panicked look, but then he relaxed.

“Can I have a bookshelf?”

“Och,” Nosty said. “You can have a hundred bookshelves.”

“I don’t even have a hundred books,” Aiden said.

“You know what?” Belle brushed his hair back from his forehead, and his eyes drooped. “I think we’re all very tired. Why don’t we go to sleep, and once you see your room tomorrow, you can figure out how many bookshelves you think will fit?”

“Okay.” Aiden’s eyes drifted shut, and Nosty squeezed Belle’s hand. “Goodnight, Mum,” he mumbled. “Night, Dad.”

Belle allowed herself one second of meeting Nosty’s eyes in disbelief before she leaned down to kiss Aiden on the forehead.

“Goodnight,” she said. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Nosty kissed him as well.

Aiden’s breathing evened out in less than a minute, and Belle shifted just enough to lace her fingers with Nosty’s as her eyes filled with more silent tears.

“See, I told you,” Nosty whispered so low, if Belle had been an inch further, she wouldn’t have heard. “He is our son.”

“I know,” Belle said. “I know.”

Nosty stretched to wipe her tears away with his thumb. Between them, Aiden snored louder than someone with such a small nose ought to have been able to.

“Get some sleep,” Nosty said. “Long day tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

He shrugged, glancing down at Aiden. She understood. Nosty had worked hard on his hypervigilance, but his therapist had yet to convince him that it was all right to let down his guard sometimes now that there were kids involved.

“I love you,” Belle said.

“I love you,” he said.

She had the love of her life’s hand in hers. Between them was a boy who might one day really be their son, and their daughter slumbered on just a room away. Tomorrow, they’d be moving into a house they’d chosen together, the house where they’d raise their little family. Joseph was moving a full twenty minutes closer, Nosty had a book deal, and Aiden had called Belle Mum.

“If you don’t close your eyes, I’ll close ‘em for you,” Nosty said. Belle grinned, but obeyed.

“Okay, okay. Goodnight, Nosty.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

With so much going on, so much to think about, she thought she’d be awake for at least a few minutes, but Nosty’s presence had the same effect it always had, and soon, she couldn’t have opened her eyes if she’d wanted to. Without another thought, she drifted off to sleep, Aiden’s feet digging into her thighs and Nosty’s hand around hers.

#nostelle #anyelle #anyelle fic #anyelle fanfic #anyelle fanfiction #covetous #new update #it'll never be over ;-; ;-; ;-; ;-;#i'm having Emotions #nostelle fic #nosty #nosty x belle

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Their unofficial daughter

It was a normal day in London, Layla and Marc were relaxing in their front room of the apartment, until they heard a crash outside of their door not knowing they were about to meet someone who would change their life.

**CRASH**

No one’s pov:

The couple quickly sit up off their couch, looking at each other wondering what that crash sound was, Marc walked up to the front door and he could hear someone muttering curses under their breath.

“Ah…shit…stupid boxes and stupid apartment…and stupid heels”

It sounded like…a teenager?. Marc would look back at Layla confused and a little annoyed that someone had hopefully unintentionally ruined their day off, he opens the door but freezes seeing a teenage picking up boxes and putting the back on-top of each other while mumbling aggressively.

“Uhh…hello?”

“AHHH” the teenager would turn around smacking another box onto the floor and groans annoyed

“Damn it…I’m sorry did I disturb you both..?”

“Yea you kinda did…”

“Shit I’m so sorry, this tiny ass hallway is not helping especially when the movers aren’t helping you”

Marc would notice her 1970s curly blow air hair, it was kinda wild and free and then noticed her very 1970s style of fashion minus the fact she had a few chains on the belt she wore.

She would move her hair out of her face showing a few old and faded scars on the side of her face, some looked like they were from knifes others…were hard to pinpoint what exactly caused them.

Layla pushes past Marc and smiles at the girl, holding her hand out for the girl to shake after placing the fallen box back onto the pile of other boxes.

“You must be the new neighbour I heard about! I’m Layla and this is my Husband Marc”

He would give one of those awkward waves and the girl would shake Layla’s hand and smile a little embarrassed especially because of the scene she caused.

“Hahah yea…that’s me, you two must be my Neighbours once again sorry about the noise…those stupid fucking movers….” She would look annoyed but would take a deep breath and calm down.

“I’m Rosemary, it’s nice to meet you both”

And that…was the start of the new adventure for Marc and Layla.

A/n: WOO FIRST PART IDC IF ITS SHORT now allow me to give some backstory of Rosemary.

She was raised by her Alcoholic mother who would spend her welfare check on booze or male prostitutes, her mother has countless charges for alcohol related crimes but rosemary always bailed out because of her job at a bakery, her dad isn’t in the picture he bailed when finding out her mom was pregnant and she hasn’t seen him since. She raised herself and decided to move out at 16 after a massive argument with her mother and her toxic boyfriend.

She knows archery and was on the streets for a while, mainly getting money by pickpocketing people and also getting into fights with gangs which is why she has the scars, she has trouble opening up about her past and has major trust issues along with some psychological trauma due to her mother constantly betraying her for never being the best and being the reason her dad left

She had a shit home life, raising herself and never having a proper childhood or knowing what it’s like to be an actual child so yea… Give me ideas for this pls :D

Oh also I’m deciding on wether she should be the Avatar of Seth or Horus

( also kinda tempted to give her a bf or at least create a love story for her)

#platonic #oc x oc #my ocs #moonknight x oc #moonknight fanfiction #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x oc #found family #steven grant x oc #jake lockley x oc #marc spector #steven grant #1970s oc #jake lockley #Their unofficial daughter #part 1 of idk how many #Spotify

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thepastisalreadywritten · 2 years ago

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10 best royal exhibitions to continue the Coronation celebrations, from Buckingham Palace to Blenheim

The day of the Coronation is over but these remarkable royal exhibitions across the UK means the excitement doesn’t need to be

By Natasha Leake

18 May 2023

The glow from King Charles III’s Coronation is starting to fade, but there is plenty more pomp and ceremony to be discovered at these extraordinary royal exhibitions currently being staged across the country.

Stately homes and royal palaces have transformed their sumptuous rooms into backdrops for stunning showcases of royal regalia, period costumes and mementos of past Coronations.

From Blair Castle to Castle Howard; Blenheim to Buckingham Palace, book a date at one of these must-see royal exhibitions to keep the celebrations going.

Through a carefully curated selection of more than 200 pieces, the Kensington Palace fashion exhibition draws parallels between the pomp, ceremony and performance of the contemporary red carpet and the pressure to ‘see and be seen’ at Georgian court.

One-of-a-kind creations worn by Lizzo, Katy Perry and Lady Gaga et al. are juxtaposed with outfits worn by 18th century movers and shakers in the State Apartments, which, handily, is where the showcase is staged.

Pictured: A row of magnificent outfits in the King’s Gallery at the Crown to Couture

5 April - 31 October 2023

Blenheim Palace is using the occasion of the Coronation to celebrate its historic connection with the Royal Family.

With a collection of previously unseen artefacts, crowns, coronets, robes, and photo albums, take a trip into the world of royal fashion with an impeccably restored Norman Hartnell silk gown, worn by the then Rosemary Spencer-Churchill to the Queen’s Coronation in 1953.

Also on display are costumes from Bridgerton and The Crown, and a page from a Blenheim visitor’s book, which includes the elegant inked signatures of Wallis Simpson (the future Duchess of Windsor) and her second husband, Ernest A. Simpson.

Pictured: The restored Maid of Honour Coronation dress worn by Rosemary Spencer-Churchill to the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in 1953.

19 March - 30 July 2023

Originally launched in 2022, the award-winning Castle Couture exhibition returns this summer to Blair Castle, the ancestral home of the Atholl family, with an extended edition that showcases statement designs, intricate embroidery, innovative textiles, and style influences from the 18th century through to the 20th century.

Among the highlights are delightfully delicate ostrich feather and Brussels lace fans by the renowned Parisienne craftsman Duvelleroy, the appointed supplier to Queen Victoria.

There are also pieces from the personal collection of the late Katharine Stewart-Murray, Duchess of Atholl, Scotland’s first Scottish female Member of Parliament.

Pictured: This ballgown would have been worn by Lady Glenlyon (later Anne, Duchess of Atholl) during the visit as they dined with the royal couple.

1st April – 28th October 2023

In a homage to the Regency period, visitors are invited to take a step back into the world of the Georgians with an exhibition that looks at how fashion trends reflected the significant trade, travel and technological advances of the period.

A highlight of the exhibition is a rarely displayed, full-length portrait of Queen Charlotte (of Bridgerton fame) by Thomas Gainsborough, dated from around 1781, which usually hangs in the White Drawing Room at Windsor Castle.

The showcase also features one of the earliest surviving British royal wedding dresses: a stunning gown worn by Princess Charlotte of Wales in 1816.

Pictured: A painting of King George III by Allan Ramsay, c.1761–2.

21 April – 8 October 2023

The late Queen Elizabeth II’s beloved corgis captured the hearts of the nation the late monarch’s funeral.

Now they are being celebrated as part of a free exhibition at the Wallace Collection, in central London.

The one-room display features touching imagery of the Queen with her corgis.

It coincides with the museum’s exhibition, ‘Portraits of Dogs: From Gainsborough to Hockney,’ which celebrates human devotion to dogs over the centuries through a carefully curated selection of 50 paintings, sculptures, drawings and taxidermy.

Pictured: Queen Elizabeth II sitting on rocks on the Garbh-allt Burn with two corgis on the Estate at Balmoral Castle, Scotland, September 1971

8 March – 25 June 2023

Situated in a pair of beautifully restored early Georgian townhouses, the exhibition showcases centuries of royal fans from across the globe, including a special, printed, English fan marking the restoration of Charles II and the contemporary fans made by The Fan Museum in honour of the late Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee.

The exhibition promises to be ‘not merely a look back on what has been but a rally of hope for what is to come.’

King Charles III has also taken an avid interest in the Fan Museum’s work.

Pictured: A Belgian folding fan dating from 1881

1 February - 24 June 2023

The Long Gallery at Castle Howard, home to the Howard family for more than 300 years, is hosting an incredible exhibition featuring an exact replica of the Crown Jewels and peers’ robes worn to coronations gone by.

Set in 10,000 glorious acres on the edge of the Yorkshire moors, Castle Howard was commissioned in 1699 by the 3rd Earl of Carlisle from Sir John Vanbrugh, who later conceived Blenheim Palace.

The 1st Earl of Carlisle was descended from Lord William Howard, the youngest son of Thomas Howard, 4th Duke of Norfolk (the current Duke of Norfolk organised the King and Queen’s Coronation).

Pictured: Castle Howard’s replica of the Crown Jewels

From April 1

During the last Coronation, the hotel had to secure extra flagpoles in order to fly banners for the many different royals and dignitaries staying there.

The archive overflows with Coronation material, which is why Claridge’s unveiled a space showcasing the hotel’s status as ‘the Royal Hostelry.’

Mementos on display include pages from Queen Victoria’s diary, fans created for the coronation of King George V and Queen Mary, and Claridge’s menus and cocktail cards created for the coronations of King George VI in 1937 and Queen Elizabeth II in 1953.

Pictured: A collection of royal mementos including featuring a book of 53 photographs of the then Prince of Wales, and an order of service from the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II

Until May 31

The world watched in awe as the newly crowned King Charles III and Queen Camilla processed from Westminster Abbey back to Buckingham Palace in the Gold State Coach.

This extraordinary regal treasure is available to view at the Royal Mews at Buckingham Palace, alongside the Diamond Jubilee State Coach, which transported Their Majesties to the Abbey ahead of the service.

Also housed in the mews? The famous Windsor Grey horses, which drew the magnificent carriages on the day.

Pictured: The Gold State Coach

2 March - 30 October 2023

At the epicentre of the Coronation was Westminster Abbey. So where better to delve into the gilded history of the captivating service?

A new exhibition in the Chapter House reveals the key elements of the royal ceremony, which has taken place at the Abbey for nearly a thousand years.

Featuring historic illustrations and archive photography, it promises to unpack and explain the Coronation’s magnificent ceremonial regalia and objects.

8 April - 30 September 2023

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