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jw: âfallen kingdomâ â it will be named something else cause nublar doesnât fall but also it didnât really matter that much in this movie anyways right,, anyways what if the main focus was of lockwood and his granddaughter, but scrapping the bad plotline of âoh sheâs a cLoNe-â cause it wasnât good and it never went anywhere, but lockwood being hammondâs partner during the development of ingen and jp? thatâs so interesting and needs more development. also masrani would be a bigger character in this series but he wouldnât have an enormous role in this film. and, you guessed it, claire would be introduced in this film as a business mogul with an ulterior motive aka The Villain
jurassic world â yep the actual movie abt the new park is the second film, though there will probably be a âshortâ in between the two, just for some setup, cause in this weâre not gonna see the thriving park as much as the first one,, more of claire being a double agent and actually being the one who asked for the indominus to be constructed, with a few tweaks to enable claire to control indy. instead of the âunstoppable forceâ that the indominus is in the first film, sheâs now just another weapon being controlled and used for a greater evil. see now claire obsessed with trying to get maisie with the indominus and owen coming to her aid. also a better control dynamic with the raptor squad so maybe they donât just betray and die at the end
jw ⊠Not Dominion: havenât gotten this far yet, but dominion was such a shitshow to begin with that really having nothing is just as good in comparison
oh yeah also fun fact iâm gonna expand on this with my boy lyle cause heâs my world and i need more of him in everything. so !! maisie now has a brother >:))
#rewrite#jurassic world#claire dearing#villain#jurassic world rp#rp?#lyle reed#oc#benjamin lockwood#john hammond#owen grady#indominus rex#maisie lockwood#maisie has a brother#and she isnât a clone#itâs just two kids against claire#classic jp nonsense#plus owen and his raptors trying to protect the kids#better than the movies
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My mum was messaging me asking me about this guy and if I wanted him to tutor me (heâs around my age, a little bit older tho) meanwhile his older BROTHER is STOOD IN THE NEXT ROOM.
#I need a maths tutor so I said yes#but I think sheâs trying to get us together#she has been for years#anyway#this was definitely awkward knowing his brother was through a door đ#maisie rambles :)
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important to remember that the vision here is jake gyllenhaal (normal hair and beard version) in scooby doo cosplay
look i would invite him to my costume partyđ§Łđ€·ââïž
ARE YOU TRYING TO USE THE CATE'S BROTHER FORMULA? đ
#(cate's brother is a maisie peters song where she meets the dude she has a crush on at a halloween party)#anon asks#asks
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Maisie: I can be your partner for the next race.
Katie: Sorry, Maisie. It's a sibling race.
Emmie: Maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this.
Katie: It's only children, Katie. A lonely child is what you're gonna be when I sell you!
#Coco.EoS#EoS Maisie#EoS Katie#EoS Emmie#Maisie has a brother actually#his name is Spencer#but yes Emmie and Katie are sisters
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â§ïœ„ïŸ: â§ïœ„ïŸ: ăThe Good Witchă:ïŸâ§:ïŸâ§
pairing. F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Ollie Bearman x Leclerc!reader
summary ~ The baby of the Leclerc family experiences the worst heartbreak of her life while living in London, so she writes an album.
faceclaim ~ Maisie Peters
notes ~ This album has been my roman empire since it dropped and I am making it everyone else's problem now. My school level french is no use to me here so please pardon any terrible translations.
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yourusername London I love you, you'd have to drag me away kicking and screaming <3
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arthur_leclerc still cant believe you moved out before I did
yourusername cry about it I guess
user1 begging for the next ep drop on my hands and knees
charles_leclerc would it kill you to come home every once and a while?
yourusername voir maman ou Lorenzo? non. Pour te voir TOI ? oui, oui, ce serait le cas. (to see mom or Lorenzo, no. To see YOU? yes, yes it would) liked by lorenzotl
alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual â€ïž
yourusername Je t'aime belle fille â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž (love you beautiful girl)
yourusername Let me know when you finally get rid of my idiot brother, I wanna get a custom cake
charles_leclerc QU'EST-CE QUE J'AI FAIT ??? (WHAT DID I DO?)
yourbfusername my london girl â€ïž
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yourbff girl you're never allowed to leave you have witnessed too much that involves tequila
yourusername blackmail for life
user4 baby leclerc literally eating up the streets
user5 i need to see her in paddock again soon ITS BEEN TOO LONG
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gridgossip singer-songwriter y/n leclerc has blacked out all her social media pages and made them private, this comes following the abrupt news that the ferrari drivers sister cancelled the rest of her european tour dates. sources say that she has blocked her long time boyfriend yourbfusername. could the couple's split be the reason for the radio silence?
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f1gossip Heartbreak for baby Leclerc as photos of her long time boyfriend yourbfusername were released earlier this week outside of a popular london nightclub kissing another girl. y/n was spotted leaving Nice CĂŽte d'Azur Airport with her brother Charles Leclerc late last night. The 21 year old pop star seemingly escaping her ex boyfriend and guitarist to return to Monaco.
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user10 ok this is why we dont give men rights cause WTF
user11 poor y/n, i cant believe it
user12 not what i was expecting
user13 THIS MANS DAYS ARE NUMBERD
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It took 3 days to finally pull myself out of the pit of my childhood room. The sun bleeding through the crevices of the blinds screaming to be opened for some fresh air. coming back to Monaco felt like defeat but I knew that staying in London would kill me, plus the hushed whispers coming from downstairs reminded me that this was the best thing I could do, my brothers were dramatic enough without deciding to go on strike from racing until I finally agreed to come back.
Small snuffles under the door broke the serene atmosphere in the air, followed by tiny nails scratching to get in. finally pulling myself out from under the covers I cracked open my door enough to let a tiny four legged blonde into my cave, Leo weaved his way between my legs, herding me closer to the door. his persistence finally made me scoop him into my arms and make my way downstairs.
The already whispered conversation died as I took the last few steps into the living room. Four heads turned on a swivel to see me enter the living room. Maman sitting on the sofa with Arthur and Alex, Charles sitting at the piano in the corner of the room. "Bébé ? tu veux manger quelque chose ? nous étions sur le point de préparer le déjeuner." (baby? do you want to eat something? we were about to make some lunch.)
the idea of food made my stomach lurch, I skipped dinner last night in favour of crying into my sheets. Heartbreak had always seemed so stupid when I was young. How could girls spend all their energy loving someone who hurt them? I owe all those girls an apology. I could only nod as I set Leo down on the floor, he trotted over to Alex and with my arms free from the wriggling pup I sat down on the piano stool next to my brother. the guilt over cancelling my tour had been eating my alive for the last week, so many people would be so disappointed. I hadn't even entertained the idea of opening my phone since I landed, but Arthur had reassured me through the door that people were just worried about me, whether I was ok?
I had no idea if I was.
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yourusername drastic healing measures activated. thank you all for being so patient with me, here's a little treat. Blonde is streaming now!
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maxverstappen1 funeral anthem
yourusername nurse! he's out again!!
user16 no cause max is so real for this, this man has a bounty on his head
alex_albon lily hasnt stopped playing it since it dropped. neither has logan.
yourusername i knew you were my number one fan logansargeant
logansargeant its going platinum in my house
user15 AHHHH THE GRID IN THE COMMENTS!
user16 i love their friendships so much
lilymhe WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL
yourusername wifey đđđ
alex_albon today is not the day and i am not the one đ€șđ€șđ€ș
alexandrasaintmleux face card is never denied!
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user27 oscar in the likes đđđ
user21 girl EVERYONE is in the likes
oscarpiastri where was this energy for cates brother?
yourusername tbf Hattie ATE in her cover so its not my song anymore
arthur_leclerc i think maman is still weeping that you went that light with the bleach
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charles_leclerc I remember the day you were born and you cried so much we couldn't hear ourselves think. you demanded to be heard and since that day you have had music in your soul. it has been an honour and a privilege to watch you grow into the woman you are today. happy birthday ange, thanks for letting your big brother watch you make an album.
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user21 ALBUM!?! SAY SIKE RN
user22 part time driver, full time stan
user23 can we blame him though?
user24 happy birthday!!! now back to the ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT!!
user25 EVERYBODY STAY CALM
user26 not charles leaking the album announcement đđ
yourusername thanks cha! DID YOU JUST LEAK MY ALBUM!
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yourusername ok since SOMEBODY couldn't keep a secret for 3 seconds đ my father always taught me that boys weren't worth the energy and to hit them back twice as hard. so here I am papa, making you proud.
The Good Witch is now streaming on all platforms!
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carlossainz55 spoken like royalty princesa, congratulations!
yourusername gracias chilli !
charles_leclerc je tâaime ange, sorry again.
yourusername i might forgive you
landonorris album of the year i'm afraid
yourusername how tragic đ±
oscarpiastri y/n please Hattie wont stop playing it, im begging you take the album back
yourusername you are the worst piastri
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user36 GIRL THIS WAS AN ATTACK! WENDY!!! NO BODY TALK TO ME!
user39 this may go down in history as the cuntiest slay of all time
user40 OH SHIT, HE LOST THE BREAKUP
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user40 ARIANNA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
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yourusername are you gonna feel the way I feel? are you for real?
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olliebearman this is in fact a john hughes movie and the girl does in fact get the guy â€â€
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Hey yall! just something a little short and sweet to get back into the swing of things.
i do want to eventually do a series based on this album for the grid cause i am obsessed.
let me know what you think
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â Separate Worlds, Chapter One â
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Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!rich!reader
A/N: It took a while as I wanted to write some chapters ahead but the first part of my first longer fanfiction is here! Please give me feedback I need to know if it's any good :)
Summary: Living two completely separate lives you and Michael had never really crossed paths and youâve never really looked at him before. But when your worlds collide, affections arise.
Word count: 1.8k
Wednesday, October 12th 2006
The sound of rain hitting your thin single paned window woke you from your usual noon nap. Waking up with a groan, you checked your watch. A beautiful watch from Cartier, one youâve always wanted. Another gift from your beloved father, who would rather send you gifts to apologise than actually say the words. He would once again miss your birthday, this year he would fly to Turkey, for a 'very important business trip'.Â
You didnât even care where the fucker would run away to this time, heâd do anything to get away from your mum, and from your family. Anytime you would meet someone and tell them your name theyâd immediately perk up, your family was quite an old one and when the first cars were invented your ancestor was there, right with Benz himself. In current day your father ran the family company, manufacturing and transporting cars all over the world, and soon your brother would join him.
You never had much of a thing for cars, but luckily for you your older brother did. He wasnât going to be there either though. He was accepted into Harvard, and was currently studying abroad in America. A loud knock fully awakened you and you rose from your bed, you were so tired you didnât even change into comfier clothes, you just napped in your cute fall outfit of the day instead.Â
Opening the door, Farleigh almost immediately bursted into your room. He seemed angry, but he usually was. You met him in your first year, of course upon hearing your name called on in a lecture, he partnered up with you after class. So your first project was with him, he was nice enough but sometimes he could be really annoying and above himself.Â
You took a deep breath as Farleigh made himself comfortable in your bed, you did not have the energy to tell him to sit on the couch instead so you silently joined him, waiting for him to start his rant. âSo? What happened?â You asked, since he was still moping on your bed in silence. âThat fucking rat Oliver! He lends his bike to Felix ONCE and now theyâre besties! He is literally a dirt poor cunt that has no personality or anything interesting about him!âÂ
Great so thatâs what this was going to be. âChrist Far, what did he do?â You had to hold back a chuckle, you felt bad for him but when Farleigh was mad he made this really funny face. âDonât fucking laugh! Itâs not funny! You know how Felix and I were going to go to that new coffee place that just opened, and you and Eloise were going to join us after your maths class? Well fuck that apparently! Because Felix just messaged me that Oliver and him are doing an assignment together and he had to cancel!â
âDonât get me wrong Far, that really sucks but if itâs for school I donât really-â He cut you off before you could even explain yourself. âThe fucking assignment is not until next monday! Itâs wednesday for fucks sake!â You so did not have energy for this. âOkay Far, please calm down, if you do think that Oliver is doing it on purpose the last thing you want is to give him the satisfaction of pissing you off. Just stay calm about this and weâll ask if Maisie is free this afternoon to join us.âÂ
Farleigh seemed to cool off and now instead looked a bit embarrassed. âYeah, yeah youâre right. Sorry for barging in like this, didnât mean to wake you. Iâll message Maisie then, grab a coffee with me? As an apology for waking you up?â You gave him a smile and nodded. âLetâs drink it in the library, itâll be so cosy with the rain and I need to finish some homework really quick before maths today. Should I message Eloise if she wants in?â
âYeah sounds good, put on your shoes and let's go!â Farleigh was all back to his normal energised self again and you did as he said. Eloise replied that she would join you later. You and Farleigh jogged to the library, him with your coffeeâs and you trying to hold the umbrella over both of your heads. Both of you couldnât help but giggle as Farleigh almost spilled the coffee at the entrance, while you shook off the umbrella.Â
You both strolled in and walked over to a free table in the back, with a big beautiful window that showed the autumn weather outside. Farleigh slid over your iced coffee to you while he drank his hot cappuccino with way too much sugar. Farleigh grabbed his laptop to work on some essay he had due tonight and you grabbed your maths homework. After about thirty minutes of work, you both couldnât help but talk about Eloiseâs new boyfriend.Â
A loud snort accidently left your lips when Farleigh imitated the poor boy's smile, which was all teeth and kind of creepy, when you flinched at the sight of a guy peering at the two of you behind a bookshelf. Farleighâs brow furrowed and he turned to see what you were looking at behind him. Once he saw the guy he turned back to you and mouthed âwhat the fuck?â which made you laugh again.
This seemed to be the final straw for the guy and he walked over. âCould the two of you shut up. You do realise that this is a library? People are trying to actually study.â The guy sneered. You looked at him with wide eyes, where had you seen him before? He didnât seem like the guy to take literatureâŠalso not any of your other classes- oh⊠Maths. You definitely saw him there.Â
Youâve never really looked at him before. He was quite handsome if you took away the classes, khaki pants, tucked in blouse and the keys hanging from his belt, not bad. Farleigh spoke up before you could apologise. âAren't you the guy who screamed at Oliver during O week?â He looked at the guy with an expression you knew all too well, he was about to rip this guy a new one. And of course the poor guyâs face goes red as a tomato.Â
You felt bad and gave Farleigh a look, anything to stop this awful moment. Luckily Farleigh gave it a rest and the guy opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. He walked away instead. âWhat the actual fuck was that.â You laughed, the whole interaction was absurd. âI have no idea- Oh, El just messaged me. She is⊠on her way and will be here soon.â Farleigh read as he scanned his eyes over his phone.Â
âGood, but donât make that face again in front of her. Itâll only start something between the two of you." Then your eyes noticed something, the guy from just now, sitting all alone, fervently writing down notes. Hm, kind of sad. Only five minutes later did Eloise stumble into the library, dripping wet, with her books under her coat. âFuck me, that rain is just getting worse.â She said a little loudly as she dropped her books on the table. Earning a look from that guy from before.
âYou donât have an umbrella?â Farleigh chuckled. âNo I donât, who remembers to bring an umbrella to uni?â She scoffed. You raised your brows and smiled at Farleigh. He laughed and Eloise sat down, copying some of your already finished homework. âHurry up, we only have ten minutes until maths start.âÂ
âYeah yeah Iâll be quick. I can easily do this in five and then we be there âbout three minutes before, thatâs plenty of time.â You rolled your eyes and watched as Eloise hurriedly scrabbled on the paper. When she was done, Farleigh went back to his dorm to watch a movie, while you and Eloise headed the other way to maths, laughing when she saw you open the umbrella for the two of you.Â
Eloise always preferred to sit in the back, so thatâs where you went. Felix and Oliver were already there. To be honest you didnât know if you liked Oliver just yet, he hadnât been around for long but you just got weird vibes from him. But if Felix liked you thatâs all it takes to âget inâ. You hadnât realised when you were walking in front of Eloise that you would be seated right next to Felix.Â
You didnât mind him, but he had this sort of weird thing with girls. As if he needed to prove to himself that he could get anyone, except for you. You had no interest in him, you were more the type to have a friendship and deep connection with someone rather than hooking up. But that was exactly what Felix was, a quick fuck. You gave him an awkward smile when he grinned at you, and a small nod from Oliver.Â
Time for small talk was impossible as your professor already cleared his throat, silencing the hall. But for some reason your eyes were scanning the room. That kind of looked like- oh, nope not him. He kind of looks similar- also not him, oh, there he is. All the way to the bottom left. You instantly recognised that nose, that jaw, his soft blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes- okay, that was a lot. You had no idea what overcame you but you would definitely be thinking about him later, when you were alone. And it was the daydreams of him that got you through the boring lecture.
Thursday, October 13th 2006
âSaying what you gonâ do to meâ âBut I ainât seen nothingâ âTypical ainât hardly the type I fall forâ âI like when the physical-â You were so engrossed in the song coming from your headphones that you bumped into someone. Oh god- it was him. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry!â You said as you ripped your headphones out of your ears. âWhatever.â He mumbled, about to just step around you and move along into the building but you stopped him, grabbing his arm. Which made him turn around and look at you surprised.Â
âIâm so sorry about yesterday, I wanted to apologise then, but Farleigh can be so rude.â You smiled. He didnât respond but looked at your hand on his arm instead, which you then quickly let go. âUhm, whatâs your name?â His mouth was slightly opened as he stumbled out, âM-Michael Gavey.â He stuck out his hand and you shook it as you told him your name. âNice to meet you Michael, and again so sorry about yesterday.â He only nodded and then walked away. You subconsciously smiled and put your headphones back in, heading to your next lecture of the day.
#michael gavey x fem reader smut#michael gavey x fem reader#michael gavey x reader smut#michael gavey x reader#saltburn fanfic#saltburn smut#michael gavey saltburn
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pairing: arthur leclerc x fem!reader
in which arthur complains about having cold hands, resulting in a cuddling session in the kitchen and touching your boobs.
even though the sun shone in monaco, there was no warmth to it, resulting in arthur feeling cold as he stepped up to his small apartment he shared with you a little over two months now. it truly felt like december, only the snow was missing â the thought alone gave the former prema driver the shivers. he wasn't a cold being, he loved the sun, swimming in the sea he could see from his living room.
alas, today thinking of summer would have to do it; opening the door of the apartment arthur was greeted with the soft humms of yours along maisie peters yoko playing from the old speakers you had bought years before the man even met you.
he shut the door and made his way to you; you were in the kitchen, rinsing the dishes.
"ah mon amour, you could've waited for me", the monegasque said whilst laying the bag of groceries on the counter, grabbing one product after the other and sorting them away in the cupboards and fridge.
you turned your head slightly in his direction whilst grabbing two cleaned spoons to dry them with the handtowel. "Arth, don't worry, you can do the dishes tonight after your brothers left", you giggled.
your boyfriend groaned at your words; he loved his brothers, he really did but he'd much rather have a cozy evening in, watching the new percy jackson series you were excited to see than having lorenzo, charles and charles' relationship problems over. but the monegasque knew you had prepared the food and cleaned the flat, so there wasn't a chance to change your mind. he'd just has to pray that charles would've plans for after the meal, leaving you alone as enzo too, would leave to go home to his girlfriend.
"why the pout, hon?", you wondered, hands now empty and resting on the kitchen counter. your eyebrows drew together, creating wrinkles on your forehead as you looked at him; arthur still wore his thick jacket while coming to halt across you, the counter in-between the paid of you.
"come here", you whispered, eyes radiating the love you held for him.
he nodded, taking painfully slow steps to you.
reaching you, he slung his arms around your body, cold fingers slipping under your cozy knit sweater, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. his hands wanderd up to your tits which spilled above his hands, a sight which normally turned him immensely on.
but at the moment the man needed your soft skin to relax and warm up his hands, not a single sexual thought in his mind â or so it seemed.
a small groan left his lips as he felt your hardened nipples pushing him to grind his crotch against your ass. his head fell on yours; he clearly heard your wimmers and saw the lust in your eyes.
you lust for him was just as massive and everlasting as your love and devotion to him.
"bedroom", you moaned, feeling his left hand go south on your body.
he cupped your pussy through the shorts, feeling the dampness. then the brunette hummed in agreement, pulling away from you â he gave you a slutty grin before turning around to go to your bedroom.
"c'mon amour, we only have an hour max."
#arthur leclerc x reader#arthur leclerc imagine#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f2 x reader#arthur leclerc#f2 imagine
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so much wine - carmen berzatto x reader
summary: Carmen wants to prove to you that your relationship means a lot to him, what better way to do so than introducing you to his mother over dinner.
warnings: angst, swearing, minor injury, crazy Donna Berzatto appearance
Christmas time in Chicago was indeed the most wonderful time of year, in your opinion of-course. Snow was falling, trees brightly decorated in twinkling fairy lights and colourful ornaments and most of all, it was a time for reuniting with family and friends.
The beginning of your relationship with Carmen wasâŠunorthodox to say the least. He hadnât asked you to be his girlfriend in the normal way most men did, it was an awkward three months into your âarrangementâ of sleeping together, him being partially moved into your brownstone and being introduced to all of his staff at the Bear when you finally posed the question. What are we?
He was stunned, you were stunned and you both stood there for a good 5 minutes in silence until he admitted he thought you were already dating, causing you to let out a loud sigh of relief. Youâd told him that usually one asks the other to be their girlfriend to which he just shrugged and smiled, telling you he wanted you to be âhis forever.â That satisfied you.
Now meeting his family wasnât a big deal to you, youâd met Nat only a month into the relationship, as she was regularly at the restaurant, youâd heard about what happened to his brother but never pestered him much about it, as for the rest of his family, he never spoke much about them. He of-course called Richie cousin but you were mad very aware early on by Carmen, that they werenât actually related in any way.
It hadnât bothered you much until one night a few weeks ago, while out with your friends, Christmas plans were mentioned, one of them asking if youâd be spending it with yours or Carmyâs parents to which you admitted you hadnât yet met them. Most of the girls shrugged it off but Mia, your highschool friend had taken this as a red flag.
âYouâve been with him for a year, heâs met your parents, you guys LIVE together and you havenât met his mom?â Her eyes bulged in disbelief, leading you to down your cosmo worriedly.
âIâm sure itâs nothing and if it is, he probably has good reason. He could be protecting you, you never knowâ Your other friend Maisie assured, ever the voice of reason. You smiled at her words. Though you couldnât pretend that you hadnât began to internalise what Mia had said. You knew Carmyâs dad left when they were younger, but he never mentioned his mother, ever. Unless Sugar did and heâd always step out when theyâd speak about her. The only photos youâd seen of her were when youâd visit Sugar and Peteâs and even then, they were old ones.
So yes, despite the holiday being the most wonderful time of the year, the past few days the issue of Carmenâs mom had been weighing on you heavily. Youâd considered prying information out of Richie, but you knew he was too loyal to Carmen, Fak would rat you out to Richie, who once again, would alert Carmen of your questions. You knew the best thing to do was either ask your boyfriend or forget about it, unfortunately your brain wasnât going to allow yourself to do either.
Luckily for you, Carmen had noticed how out of it youâd been acting the past days and had finally had enough. So one evening after work, the restaurant closing early due to heavy snow, Carmy had approached you, ready for answers.
âAre we good?â He asks, taking a seat beside you on the bed. His tattooed arms bulging as he crossed them, adorned in a navy sweater and grey sweats. His hair was a curly mess probably from the windy evening air and he smelt of cigarette smoke and cologne.
âWha- why wouldnât we be?â You place the book you were reading besides you on the table and turn to look at him, feigning innocence.
âI dunno, youâve just been actinâ kindaâ off past couple a daysâ he pauses, brining your knuckles to his lips and slowly grazing them with kisses. âThought maybe you were mad at meâ his tone is questioning.
âOh Carmy, itâs not that.â You feel horrible, leaning into him to peck at his face. âItâs just that the girls and I were discussing Christmas plans and the conversation slipped into parents and Mia pointed out the fact that youâve never introduced me to your mom, even though youâve met both of my parents.â Immediately you see the way he tenses up, his veins appearing and his body stiffens.
âThat really whatâs been botherinâ you?â He asks genuinely.
âYeah.â
âI jus- my maâs not all there.â He whispers quietly, you notice how difficult it is for him, so you take his big hand in yours, squeezing tightly.
âCarmen I understand, itâs just important for me. If weâre going to be married one day and start a family than Iâd like to meet her. The last thing Iâd do is judge her.â You assure him, hopping heâd somehow believe you.
âI dunno, weâll see.â He whispers, failing to meet your gaze.
âAlright.â
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It was two weeks later, with lots of talking, deep heart to hearts and support from Nat and Pete, Donna Berzatto was coming to dinner at your an Carmyâs place. Carmy was a nervous wreck, insisting on working on the food in the kitchen while you just relaxed and set the table.
He warned you about her and so did Nat, you thought you had an idea of what to expect, what was to come walking through that door in a few minutes but youâd underestimated Donna Berzatto, oh how youâd underestimated her.
Carmen had just placed the braised lamb dish on the table, while you popped open the bottle of red for the night when the sound of your doorbell continuously being rung alerted the both of you. That wasnât the only sound however, shouts of âCarmen!â Sounded from the door, along with the banging of a flat palm. Ok so maybe you knew where the night was going to be headed.
Carmen sighed, rubbing your shoulder assuringly before making his way to the front door.
âMy baby boy, oh you look tired and pale, why?â You heard her fussing, her voice echoing from the foyer.
âIâm fine Ma sâjus winter.â Carmen mumbles, when finally you see her walk into the dining room. Her blonde hair is curled, red lipstick, smudged eyeliner from what you can only assume was a cry session before sheâd gotten here, a bottle of whiskey in hand and long bright red manicured nails.
âMrs Berzatto, itâs nice to finally meet you.â You hold your hand out to shake hers and she simply looks you up and down before looking to Carmen.
âWould you turn the heat up in here Carmen, Iâm freezing.â She exaggerates, before taking a seat at the table, completely dismissing your introduction.
âMa, she was talkinâ to you, donât be rude.â Carmy speaks, already becoming frustrated with his mother. She had the audacity to show drunk and disheveled, reeking of whiskey and then act rude towards his girlfriend.
âDidnât hear her.â She shrugs, making herself at home and reaching for the bottle of wine which she grabs, pouring a generous amount into a glass and chugging.
âItâs fine baby, just turn the heat up, Iâll serve the food.â You brush his arm affectionately. Youâd try to remain composed, youâd try not to let her win, after all it was your idea in the end to have her over and you werenât going to crack easily.
Donna had somehow settled, the three of you eating in awkward silence, the only sound being the scraping of forks and knives and sips of wine, mostly on Donnaâs part.
âSo Mrs Berzatto, whatâve you been up to recently?â You attempt again at conversation with her.
âNot seeing my son obviously, since youâve got him cooped up in here, you the reason he doesnât even bother to call his mother anymore?â She drops her fork against her plate, a loud âclankâ ringing throughout the room.
âMa you know exactly why I havenât called, stop trynaâ blame her.â
âOh so now Iâm the bad guy for missing my baby boy?â She stands dramatically from her seat, the table shaking slightly. Sheâs hysterical, tears beginning to stream down her face as she points an accusatory finger at you.
âYou think I donât know what youâre doing, tryna use my son for his money and steal him away from me.â Her arms are moving wildly and before you know it, the glass of wine had swung off the table, the glass shattering onto the white tile. A large puddle of red, dripping below the table.
âFuck, shit, fuck I got itâ Carmen groans, but you push him to sit back down. You already felt guilty for pressuring him into inviting his mom over, he knew how it would go but youâd been so stubborn.
âItâs fine Iâve got it Carmy.â You try reaching for the pieces of glass while you hear Donna continuing her blabbering rant. Youâre so distracted that you donât even realise the blood that begins to pour from your palm.
âFuckâ you mumble, not wanting to alarm Carmen, however youâre too late.
âSee what you fuckinâ made her do ma? Get the fuck out of our house now, I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt for her and you treat her like this? Not fuckinâ havin it, weâre done here!â He shouts and his mother is stunned.
âYouâre really going to speak to your own mother like that?â
âYes, and Iâm going to show you to the fuckinâ door nowâ
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âYou sure you okay baby, no more pain?â Carmen asks for what feels like the hundredth time, his lips grazing your bandaged hand.
âIâm sure Carmy, thank you for cleaning me up.â He just smiles at you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
âCarmen?â
âHmm?â It comes out muffled, the sensation tickling your neck.
âIâm sorry for pestering you, you were right about herâ
âDonât apologise, you were curious and you deserved to know and see for yourself.â
âI know but I shouldnât have pressed you, you were just protecting me, and I love you for that.â He removes his face from your neck, kissing you tenderly and whispering a quiet âI love you tooâ
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âCan I ask you something?â He questions later while the two of you are in bed, cuddled up under the sheets.
âAnything.â You assure.
âDoes this change the way you see me?â
âNever, youâre not your mother Carmy.â And those words are assuring enough to allow him to fall asleep peacefully that night.
#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen x reader#the bear fic#donna berzatto#reader x carmen berzatto
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his teammate + lando norris x part thirteen
In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.
lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut
masterlist - playlist
âI really need to get some air,â you say to Lando and Layla, âI uh, I will see you later.â
Before either of them can react youâre already walking away. You almost run through the crowd from the night club to get outside. You need air. Fresh air. You know that you donât have all the information, but at this moment itâs enough for you. Lando ignored your messages, made no effort to find you tonight and all because heâs talking with an ex. Maybe not an ex girlfriend, but at least some girl he used to fuck regularly.Â
When youâre finally outside youâre quick to find a bench on the street. You take place on it and let out a big sigh. In what sort of mess have you gotten yourself? You pull out your phone and notice that itâs filling up with notifications from Lando. Multiple messages are coming in. You already feel drenched, but still you start to read them.Â
Lando: babygirl where did you go to?
Lando: she doesnât mean anything
Lando: tell me where you are so I can explain
Lando: babygirl?
You donât reply to his messages. You need time to think about everything that happened. What does Lando mean with his text? She doesnât mean anything. What is that saying? You feel yourself getting panicked. What if Pierre is right? Could it be that Lando is still sleeping around? You donât want to think about it, you know you should trust Lando and you really try to do so. But heâs making it so hard for you tonight.
You think back about last weeks. He never gave you a reason to distrust him. Not once. Then why are you this quick to run away from him? Maybe itâs because you havenât talked about everything that happened between him and Maisie yet. You should talk about everything she has said when you spoke her. Lando needs to tell you whatâs true and what isnât.Â
When a girl takes a seat next to you on the bench, you donât even realize it at first.Â
âI told Lando that youâd probably rather hear it from me right now,â the girl says suddenly. When you look at her you realize that itâs Layla. Without the people around her and the colored lights from the club, you notice how beautiful she is. âSince it looked bad,â she continues to speak, âand Lando is drunk and will probably make things even worse right now.â
Make things worse? What can he make worse? Your mind shifts to the worst case scenarioâs.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You ask Layla.
âLando wasnât flirting with me, he didnât want to take me back to his hotel or anything like that,â she tells you, âand I can promise you that heâs a total different person then when I saw him last time. A year ago.â
âHe wasnât?â You ask.
Layla simply nods. âHe was apologizing.â
âApologizing?â You ask even more confused.
âI know this sounds weird,â Layla tells you with a soft laugh, âbut he has gotten it into his head to apologize to every girl he has hurt. Apparently one of his exes showed up in his drivers room and acted all crazy? Heâs trying to protect you from that I guess.â
âPromise?â You ask her, âIt was really that?â
She simply nods and takes your pink to intertwine it with hers. âPinky promise,â she says.Â
After that you take your time to talk with her. Layla tells you about her and Lando. She had sex with him a couple times - âHe didnât even take his time with me, I never cameâ - and was around him for a bit of fame now that she was honest about it. Lando always told her that it would be a just sex thing with no strings, which she agreed onto. Last formula one season was the last time she saw him. He didnât plan to meet her here tonight, but they walked into each other.Â
âI swear I didnât believe him when he told me he was dating somebody,â Layla tells you laughingly, âbut then he started to apologize for how he treated me and everything. I havenât spoken that long with him, but he actually seems like a whole different person.â
You show her a small smile.Â
âYou did a good job with him,â Layla tells you, âI always knew there was more to him then this player bad boy type. You brought the real him back.â
âHe did it himself,â you tell her shyly, âI didnât do anything.â
âHe did it for you,â Layla interrupts you, âI know you didnât tell him to change and deserve you, but he decided that he wanted you and that he needed the best version of himself to get you. Youâre a lucky girl.â
Before you can respond to Layla the boy youâre busy talking about shows up himself. Lando is quietly standing in front of Layla and you. He looks at you. He looks nervous.Â
âThis is my sign to go,â Layla speaks up while she stands up from the bench, âIt was nice meeting you y/n and Lando thanks for the apologies. Everything is forgiven.â With those words she walks away, leaving Lando and you alone.
âI overreacted,â you confess to Lando, âIâm sorry Lan, I shouldnât have thought like that without asking you first.â
âAnd I should have reacted to your texts and found you before her,â Lando tells you, he takes a place next to you on the bench. He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close to himself. âI was so surprised to see her that I forgot about the rest,â Lando adds, âand maybe I should have introduced you different to her.â
âCan you take me back to the hotel?â You ask Lando.
âI canât drive, but I can fix us a cab,â Lando jokes before pulling out his phone.
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The following two weeks are hard on you. Lando is busy with simulator work and apologizing to every girl he can find. That means your Instagram is full with photos from Lando and those girls. Every time you open Instagram some gossip account has posted a new photo from Lando with another girl. Youâre constantly reminded of how beautiful the girls all are. They are always influencers with a lot of followers, models or strangers who still look like they should be a model. You trust Lando, but youâre missing your time with him.Â
And youâre having a hard time with the fact that itâs still not official between the two of you.
Y/N: when are you back?
Lando: patience babygirl
Lando: Iâll be back in your arms in no time ;)
Y/N: whatâs no time?
Lando: depends how tomorrow will go
Y/N: i miss you
Lando: i miss you too
Messages like that are almost getting too familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder if you can actually do this. You thought it would be easier. Sleepless nights are nothing new for you lately, you can already guess that tonight will be another one. Hours youâre spending awake while doubting everything. Is it supposed to be like this when youâre not even officially in a relationship?
You let out a sigh. For the tenth time you turn yourself around in bed. You miss Lando his presence next to you right now. It would be much better if he was laying here with you. He doesnât even need to say anything, just him being here - next to you - would solve everything right now. You scroll on your Instagram. Of course the first thing you see is a new picture from Lando with a girl. Why did he decide to apologize to everyone? You canât stand the idea anymore. Mainly because there are so many girls.
Slowly you feel your cheeks getting wet. You didnât even realize you were crying. A couple tears roll down on your cheeks. Before you know it, youâre sobbing as well. Fuck what a mess. Itâs not like thereâs anything wrong between you and Lando. Thereâs no fight or anything like that. You just miss him and you have the feeling you have so much to talk about with him. And all those girls heâs with arenât helping. You know he means well by apologizing to them, but youâre done with it.
You hear a soft knock on your door. Itâs probably Max. He has been worried about you the last days. Of course he knew before you even realized yourself that you werenât great at the moment. You wipe away some tears and try to look a bit more positive before answering.
âCome in,â you say.
When the door opens youâre taken aback by surprise. It makes you only cry harder. You have no idea if those tears are from happiness or sadness anymore.Â
âBabygirl?â
Lando rushes inside your room when he sees your state. He is fast to close the door and kick off his shoes, before he sits down on the bed next to you. Without saying anything he takes you into his arms. Softly he caresses your back. He presses soft kisses against your face. He can taste the saltiness of your tears. It hurts him to find you like this. He expected the opposite. He thought you would be happy when he entered your room after barely seeing each other lately. But it seemed like he only made you cry (harder?).Â
âWhatâs wrong baby?â Lando asks you softly.Â
You donât react at first. You try to, but you canât get a normal word out. The only sounds leaving your mouth are sobs at the moment.Â
âTake your time,â Lando tells you. He presses another kiss against your head. This time at your forehead. He presses you against his chest.Â
âWe.. we,â you try to say, but again itâs mostly sobs, âwe uh, we really need to t.. talk.â
âTalk?â Lando asks you confused. This is something he really didnât expect. The words sound bad. Why do you really need to talk with him? Is there something wrong? He knows he wasnât around as much the last two weeks, but he tried to make amends with multiple exes and was busy with simulator work. âAbout what?â He asks further.
âEverything,â you cry out.
Lando starts to feel nervous. This sounds bad. You try to calm yourself so you can properly tell Lando whatâs on your mind. In the mean time you notice Lando his confused - and nervous, looks. Fuck, this isnât what you wanted.
âI canât stand it anymore,â you tell Lando honestly, âI missed you like cray and all I see are pictures from you with exes. I know youâre apologizing, but I donât want to see all those pictures every time.â
âIâm doing this for you babygirl,â Lando states, âWhat if thereâs one whoâs crazier then Maisie? What if they will search you out? And itâs helping me to better myself. Otherwise I never deserve you.â
Those words make you cry again.Â
âStop,â you sob, âstop bettering yourself for me.â
Lando looks confused at you.Â
âYouâre more then enough,â you tell him, âand I need you to realize that.â
âIâm more then enough but when I try to surprise you I find you crying about me,â Lando mutters, âThen Iâm doing something wrong. This canât be more then enough.â
âItâs,â you try to explain yourself but you canât find the right words. âFuck,â you mutter, âI donât know how to explain.â
âExplain what?â
âHow Iâm feeling,â you sigh.Â
âFuck this is what I meant,â Lando says, he raises his voice a bit. âLook at what I caused,â he continues, âyouâre a crying mess because of me.â After saying those words he stands up. He walks away from your bed. âI know what youâre feeling,â Lando sighs, âand you donât have to say it or explain it. I understand. Iâll leave you alone from now on.â
After hearing those words youâre quick to stand up as well. Before Lando can take another step, you grab his arm. âStop,â you tell him, âStay here. I donât want any of that. Iâll try to explain myself, but please stop thinking so negative about yourself.â
âWhat do you want?â Lando asks you confused.
âYou Lando, I still want you and that wonât change anytime soon. I want to know why we arenât official yet. I donât want to miss you as much as I did last weeks. And I really want you to stop fixing things with all those girls. I really canât stand all those pictures.â
Together you sit down on your bed again.Â
âWe arenât official yet because I didnât dare to ask you before I fixed everything about myself,â Lando confesses, âThere are girls who will hate you for being with me because of what I did to them. Every fan will think that I use you. And I canât offer you everything you deserve, like a nice family in law.â
âI donât care about all that,â you tell Lando.
âAfter Max found out about us I asked him permission to make it official,â Lando confesses, âand now Iâm doing some sort of shit tour to fix problems from my past. After that I was going to ask you. I have planned it out already.â
âStop planning it and start doing it,â you state, âI donât want any grand gesture, I just want you Lan.â
âYou want to be my girlfriend?â Lando asks confused, âEven when everyone will have an opinion about us?â
âI thought you didnât care about opinions,â you say confused.
âI donât, but I do care about you getting hate reactions because youâre dating me.â
âI donât care about that,â you sigh.
âI still wonât ask you,â Lando states. You canât help it and let out another soft sob. âI have planned something great for tomorrow, then Iâll ask you,â Lando continues.Â
âPromise?â You ask Lando hopefully.
âPromise.â
The rest of the night you spend in your bed with Lando. The two of you talk about everything that happened lately. Lando told you about all the conversations he had with exes. The one would forgive him on the spot, others would still hate him. You told him multiple times that he could stop with his apology tour. âIâm glad,â he said eventually, âbecause some of those used me even more then I used them.â You told him about everything that was upsetting you. Finally you talked about everything that happened with Maisie. Lando could confirm to you that almost everything she told you were lies. Youâve told Lando multiple times that he deserves you. Things finally felt alright again. That night you slept like a baby. You were finally back in Lando his arms.
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The following day Lando kept his promise. He took you out on an amazing date - in public. The two of you spend some time walking through the streets of Monaco before he took you with him to a luxurious restaurant. It was located on a small boat. You have never eaten that well somewhere. After that you walked back to Lando his apartment, which he transferred into a romantic place.Â
There were candles everywhere and he even sprinkled around some rose petals on the floor. There was a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you as well, together with a small teddy bear who was wearing a mini LN4 shirt. The cutest teddy bear you have ever seen.Â
Then Lando finally asked you the question you had been waiting for. Of course you didnât even let him finish and said yes. Itâs finally official. The same night he posted multiple pictures from you two on his socials. Captioned with âstill don't know how I pulled this off, but so fucking glad i did'. It was his first own Instagram post in years.
You have never been happier.
The following race week Lando made sure that everyone who didnât knew already that you were his would know by now. After finally getting his deserved first place, you were the first one he searched for. He ignored Christian and ran right up to you. You donât know how many people watch the race, but every single one of them saw Lando running up to you to kiss you.
that was it everyone! thank y'all so much for all the interactions <3 next story will be out soon!
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris fanfiction#lando norris imagine#f1#formula one#ln4#lando norris imagines
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mary macdonald <3
17 she/her bisexual yet has no bitches đ virgo (which means i'm better than all of you đ) proud gryffindor!!
likes: PINEAPPLE, my family and friends, reading (when lily forces me to), flowers, music, playing the flute (don't bully me)
dislikes: sirius, pranks, kale smoothies (thanks mum), and red cabbage
feel free to talk to me but i BETTER NOT see any "ei ei o"s or "how's ur farm"s đĄđĄ
people that i know: (and more, my other friends are being slow đ)
@redwearingred - lily <3, thinks she's my mother :( she's so adorable tho and i love her smm
@hopein-dorasboxx - pandora! she's amazingg and i need her to give me crystals
@girlinthemeadow - DORCAS <3 my favourite ofc ofccc WAIT is she with marlene đđ
@alice-the-fortescue - aliceeeeee my actual favourite. she's so kind
@marlene-mckickin - MARLENE bestie but scared of her đđ JK I LOVE HER and she always eats her outfits
@dumb-german-boy - peter <3 he's amazing i love him and is such a cutie patootie
@everyhouseishaunted - remus!!! i'm jealous of sirius fr like hello i am right here đđđ
@prongs-plural - james, my favourite marauder ofcc. why is he dating reg...
@im-not-drowning-you-are - he's called regulus, far better than his brother
@bat-b0y-barty - barty! barty! barty! jealous of him
@rosie-evan - barty's... boyfriend?? seems nice.... (secretly in love with him, ofc ofc)
@frank-n-bottom - PETE'S BOYFRIEND SO I ALREADY ADORE HIM HE HAS AMAZING TASTE
@go-lonedove-xo - xeno, should be a poet. so sweet
@the-hb-prince - severus, not as bad as i though he would be. actually a vibe
@beetlethebards-second-coming - rita........ as much as i love a good gossip, i don't like her
@sirius-ly-awesome - debatable.... this is sirius... never talk to me pls
arctic monkeys, taylor swift, the 1975, david bowie, olivia rodrigo, lana del rey, maisie peters, tv girl, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, chappell roan!!
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ooc: hi, this is a rp account for fun! my main is @soupyloopyx <3
ask @bralnwashed to join if this sounds like something you'd enjoy. we do need a few more characters
also hi guys most of these pics aren't mine but since i am so slay i might use some of my own
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mmore oc stuff....! jude (short for judas) is alix's older brother.
imani is a tattoo artist (been tooooo lazy to design any...eventually..) n she's alix's bff. she n jude didnt work as a couple, but they're still very present in each other's lives. their daughter iris is a recent hs grad and has been out as a girl for a few years now. she likes space mysteries.
cousin akat got jude a job as a groundskeeper (they work at the same place yayy free uncle carpool!!) where jude meets aster. they. are normal work bestieszzz <3
and maisy :) shes maisy (:
#candy shark#original work#ocs: aster#ocs: jude#ocs: maisy#im lazyyyyyyyy will tag others later...#marko and peter are just some losers ignore them
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looking in a mirror - click ! take a pic ! (op81)
rhys, daisy, and co's socials leading up to the announcement of them joining f1.
(series masterlist)
fcs: // archie madekwe (rhys) / ruby campbell (y/n / daisy)
oscar piastri x reader series
warnings/notes: no warnings for this other than mentions of a breakup, just something quick to try and get me out of this writing slump i've been in >:0!!!
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đ¶ wildflowers - tom petty
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msdaisypearce: local german man forces british teen to save the bees ?? again ??
tagged: sebvettel
sebvettel: you literally asked to come with me.
‷ msdaisypearce: have you ever considered i went with u for @ hannavettel?
‷ hannavettel: awe!! love you lots dais!!!
‷ sebvettel: sei nicht so gemein
‷ msdaisypearce: cant hear u over ur wifes cooking !!
user1: shes basically daisy vettel atp
rhyspearce: girl fucks off to germany and doesn't say anything
user2: SEB NATION WAKE UP DAISY HAS BLESSED US!!!
rhyspearce
đ the dream life
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rhyspearce: snippets of life this month...
tagged: hannavettel, msdaisypearce, and two others..
msdaisypearce: casually leaves out him nearly breaking my nose
‷ sebvettel: ur being dramatic
‷ rhyspearce: omg ur teaching him abbreviations?
user1: UR SO HOT PLS OH MY GOD
user2: another day another rhys thirst trap to add to the collection
charlesleclerc: maman requests ur visit soon
‷ rhyspearce: funnily enough im coming back from porsche in stuttgart tn...
user3: PORSCHE HQ???
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sebvettel posted a story!
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đ¶ history of man - maisie peters
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msdaisypeace: 'just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne' (caption doesnt match the song, post doesn't match the way im feeling. a kind reminder everything u see on socials are hand picked for ur viewing.)
hanavettel: lots of very exciting things coming up in ur life, sending love from home
user1: SHE BROKE UP W HER BOYF??
‷ user2: tbf she hasn't posted him since the end of last season
sebvettel: my offer still stands, you know. much love.
‷ msdaisypearce: get off insta and check my texts >:(
user3: is this why she's been with the vettels all week while her brother went back to monaco??
rhyspearce: love u love u love u
oscarpiastri: logan is pacing just so u know
‷ alexalbon: PACING.
‷ msdaisypearce: aweee my f2 boyss!!! 𩷠i will call u tmrw
‷ logansargeant: we're both awake now call me now tf.
rhyspearce posted a new story!
msdaisypearce and rhyspearce
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msdaisypearce: something new on the horizons. thank u to @ f1 and @ porsche.motorsport for trusting us. thank u to @ sebvettel for working ur magic as per usual. thank u to all the f1 drivers for welcoming us in. see u all in 2025 !!
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porsche.motorsport: welcoming both of the pearce siblings to join our team for 2025!
Rhys has been a reserve for Ferrari these past two seasons while racing in both Formula E for Porsche and Formula 2 for Prema. He has been racing since 2006, and racing in FIA sports since 2014.
Y/N, or Daisy, has been racing with F1 ACADEMY since its maiden season in 2023 and was the first ever F1 ACADEMY Champion. She had been racing since 2009, and racing in FIA sports since 2017.
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#f1 fanfic#f1 smau#formula one fanfiction#f1 x reader#formula 1 fic#formula one fic#formula one fanfic#formula 1 fanfic
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Johnny MacTavish; the other man
pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: The MacTavish sisters take things into their own hands, and Johnny gets jealous warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), tiniest bit of angst if you squint a/n: i hope this makes up for the lack of follow up, once again asks are always open. if you want to be added to the tags just let me know :) enjoy my beauties
None of the boys are particularly fond of the more ceremonial side of being in the military. The uniforms are too hot, itchy and Gaz has already complained about the way the trousers are splitting him in half.
The nice aspect of it, is that they get to show their families a small part of what they do, even if itâs a carefully constructed show with lots of procedure.
Price can see you mingling with a few of the other soldierâs families. Youâve always been the most personable of the Priceâs, taking your motherâs kindness and magnifying it tenfold.
Currently youâre in deep conversation with two ginger girls, the three of you chatting animatedly. Price feels himself smiling as he watches you, he doesnât really get to see this side of you very often, all your cousins are much younger, and you rarely bring friends round to the house. Heâs told you many times, youâre not just a guest, itâs your home and he expects you to treat it as such.
You know itâs your home, but you also see how your Uncle is with new people, and you like to keep the sanctity of your home just that. A sanctity.
âYou know youâd be perfect for my brother, he needs someone with a head on their shoulders,â Maisie mentions, switching their conversation in a complete one-eighty.
âAh, maybe.â
Itâs only awkward for you, Maisie and Amelia have no clue that you were in fact sleeping with said brother, not even three weeks ago, and spent most of the time in between texting him.
âHeâd be head over heels for you trust me,â is all that Amelia adds to the conversation. From the twenty-minute conversation youâve had with the two MacTavish girls, youâd learnt Amelia was the older of the two, and slightly more reserved than the youngest, Maisie.
If you thought Johnny was out-going, he had nothing on his baby sister. All big smiles, loud laughs with the biggest heart.
You can see what Johnny says when he tells you he has his work cut out, being the protective older brother.
Maisieâs energy is infections, and her comments about her brotherâs potential affections are quickly forgotten as she moves the conversation onto this new band sheâs been listening to. Before you know it sheâs added a few of their songs to your playlist and youâve promised to text her what you think of them.
The shrill sound of a bugle cuts off the conversation between the three of you, noting the start of the ceremony and presentation.
Itâs nice to see three of the four men parading in all the finery. Ghost for good reason isnât there, you figured that his mask is not part of the official uniform. You sigh, thinking how it must be a shame that the man canât be included in the festivities.
The man in question doesnât, heâs currently in his sweats enjoying the peace and quiet and reading his book, lounging in the now quiet rec room.
Your Uncle sneaks you a subtle smile across the square when you catch his eye. Your face beaming back at him brings him a joy heâll never admit to.
He knows youâre not his daughter, but you might as well be. Heâs resigned himself to the fact that heâll never have kids, heâs getting older and no closer to meeting someone to spend his life with.
He doesnât mind. His time at home is spent catching up with old friends, and enjoying your company. Youâve been confused as his daughter a few times in the village and he hasnât bothered to correct them as of late. He knows you donât mind, you go as far as calling him your third parent, yes, itâs mainly in jest, but the sentiment is there.
By the time the service is over, all the family and friends in attendance descend on the square to take photos and congratulate the people theyâre here for.
You and the two women in tow, make your way over to the three men, lost in conversation over Gazâs continuous complaints about just how uncomfortable he is.
âJohnny!â is all the older man hears before the Scotsman is out of his vision, being nearly bowled over by a flaming red head flying at break-neck speed.
Soapâs spinning the girl in a circle as he laughs with her, over something inaudible to him.
This time itâs your turn to congratulate John, as he pulls you into his side, checking that you werenât too bored and laughing when you say how impressive he was.
A call of your name breaks the quiet conversation the two of you are having, itâs Amelia beckoning you over two where the three MacTavishâs are standing.
âThis is Johnny, honestly you two would be great together, I think you would really get along,â Maisie butts in again, wiggling her eyebrows as she mentions the getting along.
Oh the irony of the whole situation. Thank god Uncle John canât see your face because thereâs currently a shit eating grin adorning your face.
Johnnyâs spluttering, his sisters take this as him being astounded by the woman thatâs in front of him, you know better. His eyes arenât glued to yours, heâs looking slightly behind you, where no doubt your Uncle is glowering at him.
Usually heâd step in, but heâs heard stories about both of Soapâs sisters and thereâs no way heâs facing their wrath. He knows how tormented Soap is by the two of them on the daily, even when heâs in a different country. He doesnât trust that the two of them would turn their focus towards him for interfering in true love.
âWeâre going out for dinner later, you should join us!â is the next thing thatâs uttered and you try to make your excuses, how youâre actually already going for dinner with the man stood behind you, bit itâs too late.
Fortunately, or unfortunately (it depends on who you ask), John gets invited along too, which is how you find yourself at dinner in a nice country pub as a five, instead of two.
Youâre conveniently sat next to Johnny, whilst his two sisters bombard John with questions, many of which are brushed off with a quick âI canât answer that Iâm afraidâ but he makes up with plenty of stories of all the times Soap has done something stupid on base, and a few stories from deployments.
âThis is not the kind of dinner I was talking about,â Johnny murmurs to you, when he notices his sisters have his CO distracted.
That earns him a gentle slap to his stomach as he laughs at the incredulous look plastered on your face.
âYou look beautiful,â is how he follows up his comment, drinking in the way you look in the dim light of the pub.
âSo do you, I mean handsome, I mean not that you arenât beautiful,â you reply stumbling over your words, because god, the tension is palpable.
His hand finds yours underneath the table, stroking slowly over your knuckles, as he decides to finally save Price from his sistersâ rambling.
Youâre surprised at how good he is at keeping his cool, youâre sure your face is radiating so much heat that everyone else at the table can feel it.
Youâre also surprised at how much you like the thrill, maybe itâs just because Johnny is holding your hand, or maybe its the fact that you know youâre doing everything your Uncle told you not to.
You take a moment to think about how different things could be if John was supportive of the two of you. Maybe youâd actually be dating the man sat on your left, and youâd be holding his hand above the table, maybe his arm would be slung around the back of your chair as you lean into him. Heâd toy with your hair slightly, to keep himself from being too distracted from the conversation he was engaged in.
Youâd leave the pub hand-in-hand, stealing kisses from each other, as you walked behind the rest of the guests. Theyâd all be staying in the house with you all. John would make up the sofa bed for Johnnyâs sisters, and youâd fall into bed together, stealing kisses and whispering sweet nothings.
Youâre snapped out of your daydream by Amelia asking if youâre currently seeing anyone, a mischievous glint in her eye.
âOhâŠnot really,â is all you can manage, embarrassed to be interrupted from the tangent your mind had taken you on.
âNot really doesnât mean no! Spill the beans,â Maisie teases, and you realise youâre completely in the shit.
âThereâs this one guy Iâve been talking to I guess. Heâs not from here, but it could work out.â
You notice the shift in Johnny straight away, you feel the absence of his touch immediately as he drops your hand. Price raises his eyebrow, of course youâll be grilled when you get home about this mystery man.
âDidnât know you were seeing anyone,â Johnny mutters, but itâs loud enough for everyone to hear.
Youâre quick to use the slight pause to change the subject, bringing up the first time the two of you met, much to his sistersâ glee and his despair. Even John chortles, thinking back to Soap sputtering over the huge mistake the man made upon your first introduction.
âSeriously Johnny?!â squawks Amelia through her tears.
âThey even look alike, I figured out they were related as soon as they were stood next to each other, and this is the first time weâve met!â is the follow up, through more laughter.
Dinner finishes quickly after that, the two men splitting the bill, not allowing any of their companions to even see it.
John bids his goodbyeâs to Amelia and Maisie, before telling Soap heâll see him on base tomorrow, slightly later than usual. Before you can make your way home the two women are pulling you into hugs, before letting you know theyâve set up a group chat for the three of you.
Johnnyâs goodbye is short and sharp, gone is the playful man you spent most of the evening with.
Itâs only when youâre lying in bed later, rehashing what went wrong that you realise Johnny thinks you were talking about someone else.
I was talking about you, you dolt x
Your phone starts buzzing, and you donât even need to look to know whoâs calling.
âHad me sweating for a minute there, Sweets. Thought I was going to have some random bloke coming for my head.â
You can hear the relief in his voice as he lays the charm on real thick. Between his accent and the things he mumbles down the phone you think your heart might explode.
The crush you have on this man is debilitating, if you can even call it a crush that is. Itâs been on and off about two months of talking to each other, and you know that youâre beginning to get in deep with him.
âSweets, you there?â his voice echos softly through the speaker on your phone, tentative in case youâve accidentally fallen asleep on the phone. It wouldnât be the first time.
âYeah, Iâm here. Just thinking, sorry.â
âDonât be sorry, what you thinking?2
âJust about us, youâŠâ your voice trails off, youâre tired now, inhibitions slipping a little as your head feels slightly heavier on the pillow.
âYeah? Anything good?â you can hear the grin he has plastered on his face as he talks.
âItâs all good. I like you, yâknow.â
Thatâs the first time youâve admitted your feelings for him. You know he knows, and heâs made it very clear he has feelings for you, but hearing you say it has him bouncing off the walls with glee. Itâs the best medicine to fix the conflicting thoughts heâd had about the whole thing once you admitted you were seeing someone.
âI do, I like you too. Like really like you.â
The conversation turns soft once again, and before he knows it heâs whispering goodnight to you, as your gentle snores crackle through the receiver, half muffled by the duvet you cocooned yourself in.
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Seven Sentence Sunday đŽđŽđŽ Highway man au
Tagged by @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie @wikiangela @daffi-990 Iâve been working on one bed fic but wanted a bit of variety so just wrote this and I like this one so sharing it all
Pistol ready, eyes on Chimâs beloved Maisie just ahead of him Eddie waits for the signal. Only moments to wait now and after the job is done he can go home.
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Lady Maddie Kendall is on her way home and she would much rather be anywhere in the world than in this carriage.
Thereâs nothing wrong with the carriage, itâs as comfortable as these things can be, well sprung, fast, elegant. Lord Kendall demands the best, appearances being of utmost importance obviously. Thatâs why her bruises are always in places that canât be seen. Maddie rubs absently at her wrist where the bruise he gave her before she left home is still partly visible. Sadly itâs not the only one she wears.
It is however the one that was seen and itâs also why sheâs not alone on this particular trip home. Maddie glances across at her companion. Her brother is probably the person she loves best in all the world but she wishes with all her heart that the Honourable Evan Buckley wasnât riding with her. Her home isnât a safe place. Not for her and not for Evan now he knows the truth about her life.
She begged him not to accompany her, begged him to leave it be, they have no power here, no money. She belongs to her husband and nothing bar death will change that.
Thatâs what scares her most. That Evan has plans to set her free in the only way possible.
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"Lola hasn't shown up yet has she?" Maisie asked. She was missing her future sister-in that she had gotten to know well as she was now of the only influential females in Luke's life that actually liked her.
"Her flight should be landing in a couple of hours. Once we get unloaded I'll go pick her up." Luke set a timer, to make sure he would have enough time to get there on time. "Wanna come with?"
Luke and Maisie got there with plenty of time to spare, so they took the time to just talk since they were still working things out in their own relationship.
"Shouldn't she be out by now? It's been a couple of hours."
"Yeah. She should be" Luke looked around from the spot where they were sitting. It was a high traffic day and there were quite a few people milling about.
Luke stood up to get a better look. He scanned though the crowd, only to come up empty. "Watch for her, I'm going to stand in line at the desk over there, maybe they know something?"
He stood there for what seemed like for forever. In the meantime, Luke had a chance to shoot a message to Jack and called Mason.
âNo I havenât really seen her in a weekâ Mason admitted to the frustrated Luke.
âShitâ Luke mumbled. The desk attendant was beckoning him forward it was his turn. âLook I gotta go. Can you look around? Maybe Z knows. Call me if you find anythingâ
âLikewiseâ mason was worried about the girl he was in love with.
Luke pocketed his phone, stepping up to talk to the lady. He grabbed the paper that had Lolaâs flight itinerary on it and showed it to her.
âCan you tell me anything about this flight my sisterâs on? I thought it landed a while ago but I havenât been able to find her and sheâs not answering her phone.â
The lady nodded and started typing and clicking away on her computer coming up with answer for the desperate brother.
âWell I canât tell you whether sheâs on the flight. But that plane did get in on time about an hour ago and everyone should be off by now. Iâm sorry thereâs not much more I can do. Maybe check baggage claim?
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"Hey man, please tell me Lola is in Vancouver with you. And she's not missing again." Luke asked into the phone.
He raced back to the lake house, only to find Jack was the only one there. Luke dreaded calling his eldest brother, but he knew it was for the best if he did, just to check that box off.
"What do you mean, she hasn't shown up yet?!" Quinn was trying to keep his cool. He was the one to deal with their sister the last time she decided to run away.
He didn't have time for it this time.
"I don't know Q. I went to the airport to pick her up and she wasn't there. I thought maybe her flight got in early and she didn't want to wait for us, so she got a ride home. But she isn't here!"
"Fucking find her. And whatever you do, don't tell mom or dad, yet" Quinn grumbled hanging up on his brother.
He wasn't worried or at least he tried to convince himself of that. He had complete faith his brothers would find her. But just incase he started making a few phone calls of his own.
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"Lola Clementine Hughes if you are here you better fucking come out right now! There are people worried sick about you." Trevor barged into the place where Leo had been staying.
"Guys I told you yesterday she isn't here anymore. She left." Leo jumped at the loud voice.
"She left? So she was here at some point in time?" Mason frowned. When they were there yesterday, the rookie failed to mention Lola had been there. "Do you have any idea where she went?"
"Shit. I wasn't supposed to say that." Leo looked at the ground not wanting to make direct eye contact with either of his teammates. He started picking at the skin on his thumb, his nerves starting to get the best of him.
"Carlsson tell us everything you know right now, and we'll help protect you from her brothers, who probably kill you if they knew she was at your place and you let her slide right through your fingers."
"Clem asked me not too."
"Dude. Her family is just worried about her. That's all."
He shouldn't have been so scared of her brothers or her extended family like that. but he was because that family included a lot of guys who were bigger than he was. And the thought of something happening to her brought out his stutter again.
"Uh. I ran into her in the hall before the flight to Vegas. She asked if she could stay at my place while we were gone. I told her sure. And she left a few days later. I honestly don't know where she is now. I swear!" Leo spilled the beans on what he knew.
After they interrogated the child a little more, Mason and Trevor were satisfied that he really didn't know anything more and was telling the truth.
âWhere do we go now?â Mason climbed back to Trevorâs car.
âAlexâ Trevor replied taking off.
"Lola what are you doing here?" Matty asked the girl who had just shown up at his door unexpectedly at three am.
He had gotten back from Boston early that morning. They had a game the next and he needed sleep if he was going to do well so they could stay alive.
"I need a place to stay for a bit. I promise you won't even know I'm here." Lola looked around the simple apartment, it could a little more furnishings, but at the same time seemed very Matty.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Michigan?" He cocked an eyebrow and pursed his lips.
Matty could tell she was running away again, he didn't care though. His home would always be open to Lola.
"I can't. Jack-" She wasn't going to get into it right now and Matt could tell and wasn't going to press the matter any further for now.
"You want to go to my game tonight, if you're not to sick of hockey. We can dress you up in Leafs' gear, no one will ever know you're there."
Lola shrugged, it could be fun
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The King's Queen - chapter 9
Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.
Rating: M for Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count:Â 10.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Lots of mystery related content this chapter, so no warnings in order to guard against spoilers! Summary: As the weeks progress, the investigation into King Miguel's death is stalling out. Until an unexpected conversation renews your suspicions about a particular member of court. Notes:Â We're winding down toward the end of this story, folx and thank you all so, so much for reading! It will probably be one more chapter and an epilogue -- so for now have a gif of Lucas and Javi for âšatmosphereâš
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8
In the weeks following, the palace falls into a rhythm. The ongoing investigation is the dark cloud that covers the planning of the royal wedding and coronation, but life goes on. You've accompanied Javi on multiple public outings as Crowned Princess now and the press coverage does seem to be reasonably positive. Maisie and Gabriela have made a few gossip headlines along with you, including one tabloid photo of the three of you visiting a recently opened café owned by two young women in downtown Palma. The photo op had been chosen very strategically by your brother working together with the palace's security team, and you had insisted that the business they selected for the three of you to patronize needed to meet certain standards. The small shop had served you one of the most fantastic lunches you had ever had, and you were sure to tell the women so. The photo of you savoring your crema catalana had gone up on your official royal Instagram account that night.
You're settling in, is really what it comes down to, and at Javi's encouragement you've decided to clean up a room in the palace that hasn't been used much in the last few decades to turn into your receiving room. The Queen's office is one thing. That's a separate space in the working wing of the house, and your brother's office is adjacent to it. But a room for you to receive guests in or have meetings in...it's something that the palace hasn't needed since Javi's mother passed away.
âYour Highness, the furniture movers have arrived.â Despite having an abundance of nicknames for you growing up, and being your brother, Sebastian insisted on making sure that during working hours he addresses you by your title rather than any nickname. Wanting there to be no slip ups in protocol, or for visiting dignitaries to believe that they could also address the future Queen so informally.
âThank you, Sebastian.â The room had been emptied of its former furniture set and divested of its previous rugs and trinkets. The fireplace had been scrubbed and all of that. Curtains taken away to be replaced with the set that you had chosen. Now the team from the palace stewardâs office will be bringing in that expansive set of blue velvet upholstered walnut wood pieces, with their silver accents and silver-embroidered curtains to match. It will be your space and yours alone, just the way you like it. Even the paintings that are going up for decor were your choice, and the collection of Spanish impressionists that will hang on the walls is stunning.
"Of course." He smiles slightly and nods his head in deference to your position. "They have also located a rug for the space, I have told them to bring that first for your approval." The storage for the palace holds all of the furnishing through the years.
Just as he defers to your title during working hours, youâve kept yourself to using his full name during those times as well, not wanting any rumours to build around why you hired your brother for this position â or even fuel the incredibly stupid theory that went around at first that he isnât your brother at all. Some tabloid had printed that they thought he was your secret lover but thankfully that had gone nowhere with the people. You look far too much alike for anyone to not realize youâre related. âDo we know when Maisie and Gabriela are due back from their appointments?â Your ladies had gone into Palma for something that you hadnât quite caught the explanation for but youâre hoping they will be back before dinner. The two women really have become you close friends in almost no time at all. And youâve noticed a little bit of flustering on your brotherâs part around Gabriela that is very sweet.
Sebastian looks down at the tablet in his hands and checks the calendar. Any appointments your ladies in waiting have are also kept by him so he can inform you. "They will be returning to the palace in thirty minutes."
âYou are a font of useful information.â And youâre so incredibly glad that heâs here. Having someone nearby who just knows you as a person â what makes you tick and what makes you anxious â on staff is so helpful.
He smirks and holds up the tablet. "You just like me for my schedule." He teases playfully.
âHonestly?â You waggle your eyebrows at him, aware that until the movers from the stewardâs office come into the room, the only people who will see or hear this interaction are the security officers watching the cameras that have been discreetly installed around the room. âIâm starting to see why so Dad was mad that I stole you away.â
"You understand and appreciate my work." Sebastian smirks, preening slightly. "Dad's new assistant isn't completely incompetent, but apparently he's not me and that infuriates the old man."
âCâest la vie, I guess. Thatâs why you should always appreciate the people who make your life easier.â As if on cue, a set of four workers from the stewardâs office appear. Theyâre toting an enormous rug with them and look a little apprehensive.
âY-Your highness?â The first man holding the rug bows his head. âThis was â for your approval? If you do not approve, we will carry it back to the storage.â
âIâm sure youâve made a wonderful choice.â And considering you know next to nothing about rugs, youâre willing to bet that they made a decision far more educated than yours would be. âWill you let it out, please? Iâm very excited to see your choice.â
Thereâs a grateful smile on the third man and they begin to quickly unroll the rug. âIt, uh, the blues and silvers in the rug could work with the furniture.â The first man explains.
"Then it will be perfect." You and Sebastian step back to give the men room, and soon enough the enormous Turkish carpet is rolled out to reveal its intricate patterns and subtle colors. It's exactly the right thing to bring warmth to a room that was once stark whites and ladylike pinks and pale greens, and you smile gratefully. Your color palette is slightly more robust than the last queen's, but there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, this piece will be what ties the room together. "Que maravillosa," you hum, seeing it all laid out. "Gentlemen, you have made the perfect selection. I could not have done better myself."
The pride that filters out from the men's faces would make Sebastian think that you had just knighted them. He hides a small smile and nods, stepping forward. "I think that it is safe to say that the Queen will keep the rug that you have chosen with her upmost gratitude." He tells him.
âWe will return shortly with the first truck of furniture.â The seeming leader of the group tells you, bowing his head politely before he herds the others out to the hallway. They have two large, motorized hand trucks to bring down the king palace hallway and then they will arrange the pieces to their princessâ satisfaction.
"They chose well." Sebastain comments as he examines the plush rug. "Almost as if they were eager to please the crowned princess or something." He has felt the love the palace staff have started to extend to you, finding less pushback on his requests than he had once expected.
âIâm grateful it hasnât been difficult,â you admit, smiling softly as your engagement ring winks in the late morning sun. âJavi is already having a hard enough time with the investigation still ongoing. I canât imagine if he was fighting pushback in the press, too.â
"They still have found nothing substantial, and the King is growing impatient." He nods. glancing around to make sure no one else has come into the morning room.
âRemarkably, the investigation seems to conclude that it may have been accidental.â You keep your voice low as well. âBut I still find that conclusionâŠunsettling.â
"As do I." Your brother hums, even if he agrees quietly.
The men from the stewardâs office stay with you for the better part of an hour. It turns out that moving the furniture about takes seemingly no effort at all when itâs done by four men who could probably bench press you, and soon the seams of 1920s artisan-made study furniture is set precisely around the room in the perfect way to make it look nonchalant yet elegant. You didnât even know furniture could look nonchalant, but now there is an art deco chaise lounge in your morning room ready to prove you wrong.
"Should I have tea and a light snack brough in?" Sebastain asks, knowing that you would want to settle into the room, get a feel for her. "I have some paperwork that needs attending, and you have nothing on your schedule until after lunch."
âBring me everything you need me to sign,â you sigh dramatically in resignation but flash your brother a grin. âAnd if you could ask the kitchen for a tea tray, I would be eternally grateful.â In the last few weeks, the palace chef has gotten the contents of your personal tea tray down to a science, and you swore up and down to Javi that night that this is true luxury. Having your favourite snacks on hand at all times is what itâs all about.
"As you wish, your highness." Sebastian bows gracefully and sends you a small wink before sailing out of the room.
The room is better than you had envisioned it would be. The paintings are light and bright and bring a sense of invitation to the art deco furniture. It's a mix of styles so it doesn't feel too stuffy, making the room feel a little bit more personable. You sit down at the writing desk by the fireplace, admiring the elaborate carvings and the personalized touches. The men from the steward's office had also come in with a case of your personal stationary and a set of the pens that had been ordered with the emblem of the Crowned Princess of Mallorca on them. It had all been very overwhelming at first, but you're starting to settle in to it. One sheet of stationery and one of the pens find their way out of their cubbies in and into your hands, deciding that you'll write a note to be delivered to Javi as he goes about his work during the way. Your little notes make him smile, and if even a moment of smiling eases some of his burden, then they are well worth the few minutes they take to write.
He watches you from the shadow, frowning and furious. About to step out and speak when the silly little maid arrives with a tea cart. Making him curl his lip in disgust. You would have everyone believe you were an English queen with your teas and little treats.
You thank the girl and smile when she curtsies, knowing that being on your best manners with the palace staff is everything. The tea tray is laden with a mix of things and you sip your cup with a happy sigh. Until Sebastian comes back with your paperwork, it's just you and your tea and your love note to Javi.
"Well, aren't you just settling in nicely?" The voice comes from the far exit, carrying across the room. "Already changing things, causing disruptions."
If his voice causes a slight twitch in one eye, it isn't your fault. It's just that Lucas has been a needle in your side since the day you met him and there is nothing you can really do about it except be overly kind to the point of making him uncomfortable. "Lucas." You turn your head, setting down your teacup and folding your hands in your lap to offer him the most witheringly perfunctory smile you can manage. "Or shall I start to call you cousin? After all it won't be much longer before the wedding."
âYesâŠthe wedding.â He walks into the room as if he owns it, sniffing as he looks around the room. âVeryâŠquaint.â He decides. âHow fitting.â
"Is there some reason you have sought me out this morning?" He has a tendency to try to bait you into debates or arguments with polite insults, but you are in far too good of a mood today to be bent out of shape by petty words. "Can I offer you a cup of tea?"
âNo.â He scoffs the word, almost close to a chuckle as he strolls around the room. Taking pains to touch different things, adjusting them to his own liking. âI have to admit that Iâm surprised you are still here.â He glances up at you and then down the small Tiffany music box on a table. His finger running over the gilded lid. âPerhaps the prize is too large to let go?â
âWhatever gave you the impression that I might leave?â There hasnât really been a serious moment since meeting Javi where youâve considered it. Is the job difficult? Of course. But Javi makes every single second worth it. And you would never disappoint him by leaving â or so coarsely abandon the man you love.
âThe king is dead.â He shrugs slightly. âUnless an arranged marriage is something you actually wished for.â
âKing Miguel is dead; may he rest in peace. But King Javier is very much alive and well.â His refusal to accept that his cousin has ascended the throne is something of a curiosity to you. Like there is a full block in his mind that prevents him from accepting it. âAnd happily I will tell you, as well as anyone else who wishes to hear, how very much in love with my fiancĂ© I truly am.â
âCome now.â He tuts and sends you a pitying look. âNo one would be in love with Javier. Expect perhaps my wife.â
âI think it would be more difficult to find someone not at least a little in love with him.â A pinched, derisive smile makes you tilt your head. âThe only exception seems to be you, cousin.â
âI have known Javier my entire life, believe me, there is nothing special about him.â Lucas sneers.
"I'm very sorry that you believe that," you reply placidly. Lucas truly has a talent for getting under your skin â and it's really all to do with his attitude toward Javi. He seems to think his cousin is the least remarkable man in the world, which is a thought process that you just can't wrap your head around. Javi's goodness is what will make him a kind and sympathetic leader. "Javi's ability to be kind in the face of an unkind world is one of the most special things I have ever witnessed in a human being. It seems to me that you might not know your cousin as well as you think after all. But that is merely an observation."
Thereâs a mean little grin on his face, making the classically handsome exterior appear almost rotten because of the evilness inside. âI think you might actually believe that load of horse shit.â
He truly seems to have come to see you just to be cruel today, which is rare, but it isnât the first time. Lucas taunts and intimidates and spits venom as his surest means of communication. It is who he is. But he is also exceptionally talented at hiding his true nature, which leads to unfortunate circumstances like the group of loyal followers he still has here at the palace. Allowing yourself one more sip from your teacup, you set it down again and give him your patented Senatorâs-Daughter placid smile. âIs there something that you needed, Lucas?â
âI was wondering if you had heard anything about the investigation?â He picks up a book that has been strategically placed and smirks as he opens it, glancing up and you and snapping it closed loudly.
"I am not at liberty to discuss the investigation," you remind him, interested in what he might have to say about it. Lucas has been relentlessly present during the investigation.
He rolls his eyes and snorts. âThereâs no one here.â He huffs and lifts a brow. âIâve heard your investigators have been probing, asking very pointed questions.â
âWell of course they are, a king has died.â You donât say that he was killed, always very careful about your wording with Lucas â but something about his wording strikes you a moment later. âThereâs no one hereâ he says, blatantly encouraging you to speak liberally with him. As though you are entirely in private. LucasâŠdoes not seem to know that your morning room has already been wired for security. âOf courseâŠâ you venture, keeping your breathing even and your voice steady so he doesnât sense any change in your whatsoever even though your heart rate is now racing. âWe will all be very glad when the matter is resolved. The country deserves to heal. To move forward.â
âIt will, with a new king.â He is very certain of that and straightens slightly. âI understand the pressures of the throne might be too much for my cousin. He has always been a follower. Meek.â
Not so long ago, insulting the king so overtly would have been enough to have Lucas censured or even stripped of his title, but you bite your tongue on that point and simply tilt your head. "Do you really think so little of your own flesh and blood?"
âIt is more that I know my own flesh and blood.â Lucas chuckles. âHe is not the brightest Gutierrez, unable to figure out what is right under his nose.â
It's like Lucas wants to keep talking. Now that the topic has been breached and you are not shutting him down immediately as you usually do, he seems to be as unstoppable as the enormous boulder that chased Indiana Jones. "King Miguel believed in his son. He named Javi his heir and paved the way for him to take the throne. You think you know things about Javier that his own father did not?"
He smirks and shrugs slightly. âMiguel had to have faith in his son.â
"Had to?" That piques your interest, and you fold your hands in your lap even as you turn toward him a little more fully. There is a camera and microphone built into the clock above the mantel of the fireplace and you want to make sure this entire conversation is very firmly in the line of sight and sound. Though you doubt Lucas would ever overtly incriminate himself, he is being fairly damning if anyone ever called his loyalties into question. "King Miguel could easily have named another heir if he felt it was the best course of action."
âThat would never have happened.â He hisses, face twisting into an angry scowl. His fist tightening in fury.
It might be the first time you've ever wanted to reel back from one of Lucas's outbursts, but you hold yourself steady in your chair and try not to make it obvious that you've just swallowed hard out of discomfort. "Never? Then King Miguel must have believed in Javi quite a lot."
âNot because he believed in him.â Lucas sneers. âBut because the old bastard wouldnât stand the shame, the humiliation of having such a weakling for a son.â
There will be time to take umbrage with Lucas's characterization of Javi later on. Right now, you have to stay laser focused on what is being spit out right in front of you. It is absolutely no secret between you and your fiancé that you both believe Lucas had something to do with King Miguel's death. But you still have no idea how to prove it. "And so...you believe that the late king would rather...gamble with the future of his country? Surely he would have wanted Javier to have help if he thought it was necessary."
âHe had changed it.â Lucas growls, the fervor in his eyes nearly manic. âI saw. He had changed his directives â but the bastard guarding him refused to let me read it.â He curls his lip in disdain. âMore of a lap dog than an assistant.â
"You think that Julius had something to do with the king's death?" That would be a grave accusation if it were true. Or, hell, it's a grave accusation anyway. Thankfully it will never be given any credence because of how hard Julius has worked for Javier.
Lucas barks out a rough laugh, throwing his head back. âYou are made for my cousin!â He chortles. âJust as dim witted.â
You have no choice but to swallow the insult, finding your heart beat faster every second you are more and more hellbent on getting himself to cough up something that you can have to the investigators that will incriminate him. "It seems obvious that my mind does not work the same way yours does."
He chuckles, sending you a pitying look. âItâs a shame that you are so wrapped around my cousinâs thumb.â He tells you, âit would be fun to take another of his toys away from him. Heâs already lost so much to me.â
"He already has the throne, Lucas." Not dignifying that idle threat with a response is causing you actual physical pain but sitting in your chair is currently taking enormous concentration. Anywhere else in the world and you would rather be wringing Lucas's slimy little neck. "Everything else is a trifle."
âDoes he?â Lucas tilts his head and smiles. âPerhaps. Long live the king.â He intones sinisterly.
The irrevocable shiver that his tone sends down your spine is withering, and for a second you almost close your eyes against it but you are somehow convinced that taking your eyes off of him physically for even a second would be a terrible mistake. "He does," you state again, watching Lucas carefully. "And our child will have it after him. That is how the line of succession works. I know that you know this."
âUnless my dear cousin suffers the same fate as his father.â Lucas counters, waving his hand as if offering a solution. âBefore you make that child.â
"How do you know we haven't already?" The surety in his voice is chilling, but you have to keep your own tone even.
âBecause any child before your vows would be a bastard.â He hums. âIneligible for the throne. Then the line of succession falls toâŠâ he perks up and feigns excitement. âWell, me.â
"That is only true up to a point," you challenge, pressing the point if only gently. "Javi will not be dying of a heart attack anytime soon."
Lucas only stares at you, his dark eyes lifeless as he stands there quietly for nearly thirty seconds. âOf course not.â He says after that silence is up, his body relaxing and his face shifting into an innocent expression.
It might be the most unsettling and least reassuring âreassuranceâ of all time, and the sinking feeling in your chest and stomach makes you feel positively sick. âIn time,â you swallow bile as it rises in your throat. âYouâll see. Javiâs goodness is what will make him a great king.â
âPerhaps.â He shrugs as if the past few minutes of conversation hadnât happened, and he shoots you a charming smile. Or it would have been if there wasnât malice layered under it. âI will leave you to enjoy your new room then. Princess.â
âGood morning, your Grace.â You donât stand, nod, or give him any other formal acknowledgement, but you definitely breathe easier when he turns and strides from the room. Itâs like being in the same space as a cartoon villain, and youâve found out that that is much more disturbing than you ever imagined.
âYour highness?â The maid who had been sent to check on your tea hurries into the room and her eyes are glancing around worriedly. She had seen the man most of the staff loved but she loathed walk out with a dark look on his face, one she is well acquainted with, and was concerned.
âAh, Beatriz.â There is no choice but to shake off your unsettled nerves and pretend everything is fine, even though the sinking feeling in your stomach is sinking that much harder. âWhat can I do for you?â
âAre youââ she bites her tongue, knowing the question is inappropriate for the Princess. âI am checking to make sure you did not need anything, your highness.â
âI suspect that is not the only question you wish to ask me, Beatriz.â There are some members of the staff who have been more or less assigned to you, like your ladiesâ maid and a few of the stewards or other staff, and you have generally been trying to get to know them and have them be comfortable with you within the bounds of what is considered proper. Probably being American fosters some of that in your mind all on its own, but you donât like the idea of anyone being frightened to come near you in the palace.
âIâ the countââ she starts before she stops again. âI saw the count hurry by me looking very unhappy.â
âIâm afraid the count is feeling a bit worse for wear today,â you lie, gracefully not indicating whether you mean heâs in a bad mood or that heâs actually ill. âIâm sure it will pass.â
âHe- you are feeling well?â She asks, eyes searching you worriedly.
âI am perfectly fine.â The last thing you or Javi need is anyone on the palace staff spreading word that you might be ill, so you dispel the maidâs fear immediately. âAnd my tea is wonderful. Thank you for checking. If you would not mind waiting a moment, I am just finishing a note that I would like delivered to the king.â
âOf course, your highness.â She bows her head quickly. It was expected that you would never take her into your confidence, but itâs enough to find that you areâŠundisturbed. She breathes a quiet sigh of relief as she waits for you to finish writing your missive.
What was once a love note full of encouragement to your fiancé has quickly transformed into a gently coded indication that you have something you need to talk to him about privately. As soon as it is written out you fold the card and slip it into an envelope, sealing it with a small sticker bearing the royal seal of the Crowned Princess. "Please deliver this directly to the king," you instruct her, handing the maid the sealed card. "From my hands, to yours, to his. Is that understood?"
âYes, your highness.â She nods solemnly, feeling very proud of being tasked with something of such importance. âFor the king only.â
"Gracias, Beatriz." She curtsies and you nod, turning back to your desk as she hurries from the room. It's not exactly that you have evidence against Lucas, but at least now you have something solid to hand to the investigators to prove Lucas has a vendetta against Javier. There hasn't been anything besides hearsay until now.
Hurrying through the halls, Beatriz nods at different personnel but doesnât stop. Not allowing herself to be waylaid on her mission. Once in front of the door to the kingâs office, she stops and smooths her uniform out before knocking.
The door to the kingâs office opens with a distinct click, and Julius steps out into the hallway. âSĂ?â He knows Beatriz, of course, and knows that she tends to you, but does not know why the maid has come here of all places.
âI have a message for the king from her highness.â Beatriz tells him, shaking her head when he holds out his hand for the message. âThe Princess said from my hand to King Javierâs.â She insists.
âI see.â Julius purses his lips in amusement. Normally when the king receives a note of that nature it results in copious blushing and clearing his throat. âVery well. You had best deliver it, then.â
Itâs an honor to be allowed into the kingâs office and sheâs well aware of it. Bowing her head, she waits for him to open the door and follows him inside.
âYour Majesty.â Julius hums softly, breaking the kingâs concentration as he bends over his desk. âA note from Her Highness.â
âOh?â His head pops up and his brow furrows as he sees the maid in front of him.
âTo be delivered from her hands to yours.â Beatriz tells him, barely stepping up to his desk and curtsying while she holds out the envelope.
âThank youâŠBeatriz.â He finally comes up with the maidâs name, having a flurry of new staff being changed around with your arrival, his fatherâs death and the upcoming wedding.
The maid curtsies and exits promptly once the envelope is in his hands, blushing over the fact that the king knows her name. Julius, for his part, smiles and nods to the door. âShall I leave you?â He asks, hoping to offer privacy if it is wanted.
âPlease.â Javi nods, barely looking up from the closed note in his eagerness to see what you have written. âGive me just a minute and we will continue.â
With a nod Julius is gone, leaving Javier to his reading.
Mi amor, A very interesting conversation with someone we are both interested by may pique your curiosity. If you would like to relive it for yourself, I will show you this evening. M
Javier frowns at the paper and wonders what the hell has happened today. A mystery would once have thrilled him, but he knows this is concerning one particular person and he feels a sense of dread.
******
His busy schedule keeps him occupied until dinner time, but the now-designated one night a week that you and Javi eat alone is proving to be a blessing. The serving cart is wheeled into your chamber and the table on your balcony set with candles, and youâve taken off your heels to let your aching feet rest for the night in comfortable slippers when the door to your suite opens to let him inside.
Javier feels the mantle of responsibility seemingly lift. Even if he could be interrupted by any manner of emergencies, the idea that for tonight, heâs just your fiancĂ© is a comforting one. The guise of not being responsible for a country needed as he has worried about your note for the rest of the day after receiving it. âMargarita?â
âJavi!â It would be a lot to pretend you arenât excited to see him, and why would you pretend that at all? Instead, you pad across the sitting room of your suite eagerly and wrap him up in your arms. âHow was your day, querido?â
âIt was good, but it is better now.â He accepts the easy affection and snuggles close to you, burying his nose in your neck. âHow was yours? Beatriz gave me your note.â
âLucas paid me a rather interesting visit today.â Itâs a shame that your dinner together has to be overshadowed by this but there is no way around it. âIn the morning room.â
âYou just set that up.â In fact, Javi had been put out that there had been no wiggle room in his busy schedule to allow for a visit to the room to see how you had redone it. He had planned to see to it tomorrow, but now he is wondering if itâs been tainted by his cousin.
âIt seems he disapproves of my choice of decor.â You roll your eyes to show it does not bother you and place a kiss on his cheek. âCome. Eat with me. Iâll tell you what happened over our supper.â
âIt is your space, like my motherâs.â He huffs, but he eagerly lets you lead him out onto the balcony. âThe staff loves to make sure our private dinners are romantic.â Javi smiles at the candles on the table.
âThey do wonderfully for us.â Tonight there are pink gin tonics in the cocktail pitcher that awaits you, and a beautiful seafood supper with fresh bread and bright vegetables. A feast that wonât make you feel over full or too tired afterward is a gift in its own right.
âPerhaps we should have a party for them.â Javi suggests. âCatered food, nice drinks. They can relax and be served.â
âThat would be a very kind thing to do, I think.â Youâre not sure if thereâs precedent for that kind of thing, but you have to think itâs been done in some form before. âMaybe I can look into what it would take? And include the clean up being done by someone else, of course. It would be useless to give them a party that they have to clean up after themselves.â
âOf course.â Javi nods seriously. âEverything taken care of.â
âButâŠâ You take it upon yourself to pour two glasses and hand him one, inhaling the wonderful scent of the plates he has set down on the table. âLucas seemsâŠmore devious than usual.â
âIs that even possible?â Javi asks, rolling his eyes slightly. Ever since you arrived, it seems as though the blinders have been pulled away. Showing Javi how rotten his cousinâs soul really is.
âI hadnât thought so.â Itâs unfortunate to be wrong on that front, but here you are. âBut he came the closest heâs ever come to incriminating himself today and we were standing right in front of the fireplace in the morning room while he was doing hisâŠI hesitate to call it an interrogation of me, but it wasnât comfortable. Either way he was very candid, and I watched the footage after retrieving the file from palace security. I think itâs damning enough to encourage the investigators to look into him again.â
âReally?â Javi has just sat down, leaning forward and his eyes narrow. âTell me what he said, Margarita. I want my fatherâs death explained. I want to know why we lost our king too early.â
As you eat your recount every detail. The conversation is burned into your brain from this morning and though youâll show the footage to Javi later so he can see it all for himself, youâre confident in your ability to tell the encounter to him completely. âI canât help but think it all seemsâŠsinister. But that may be my own bias against him showing. It might m be best just to let the investigators decide.â
âThatâs what we will do.â Javi nods. âAlthough, I donât want you to be alone with Lucas again.â He admits. âWill you keep Sebastian or one of your ladies with you?â
"A rotating witness along with my security detail?" Of course, to Javi's point â the guards who are meant to protect you are usually some small distance away so that you don't feel smothered. Today they had been at the door to the morning room while you were inside. Perhaps it is time to make better friends with them after all. "If that will make you more comfortable, querido, then I will make sure I keep someone with me."
âI just do not wish for my cousin to do something.â Javi admits. âI cannot banish him for any reason, and I cannot risk your safety.â If Lucas is plotting something, he would rather he not have access to you.
âI am not an enormous fan of your cousin trying to do something to either of us,â you reason. It is plenty enough work to run a country without having to worry about your own family trying to sabotage you or worse. âI will keep someone around me and so will you. The only time we should be alone is to be with each other.â
âI can agree with your logic.â Javi nods as he spears a stalk of broccolini. He doesnât mention that it will give plenty of alibi for anything Lucas tries to cook up. Especially with the extra surveillance that has been discreetly installed under the guise of âredecoratingâ.
"I will have Sebastian contact the investigators first thing in the morning and hand the footage over to them personally, with a full explanation of what they are watching." It won't be fun, but at least it's some kind of progress. And progress desperately needs to be made.
âPerfect.â Javi nods even though itâs painful to admit that this can come from inside his own family. âMake sure that the investigators know that we are more than willing to be interviewed again.â
âI will.â A short reach across the table is all it takes to fit your hand in his, and you squeeze his fingers gently. âWe will see this through. Your father deserves to be able to rest peacefully.â
He doesnât want to monopolize the dinner with talk of his cousin, or his father. It pains him in a way thatâs indescribable. âHow has Sebastian settled in?â He asks curiously. âHas he had time to explore the country? You should take him, have a driver give you a complete day.â
âItâs probably asking too much to think you could get away for a day?â You know it is, but you still prefer to spend as much time with him as you can.
âI might be able to take half a day.â He would have to double check with Julius, but his schedule wasnât too taxing the next few days.
âI donât want to crowd your schedule with more things,â you assure him. âBut it would be nice to spend time together.â
âI have relatively light days.â He promises. âI can try to combine the days to block out an afternoon. Or would you rather a morning?â
âI suppose it depends on what you want to show me.â The prospect of spending time together â even in public with cameras flashing and admirers stopping to spot him on the street â is a bit thrilling. While the investigation is ongoing, royal security isnât keen to let the two of you eat at establishments they cannot control. Very few exceptions have been made and you havenât been able to begin your date night idea quite yet. âMaybe we ought to consult security if we plan on doing anything besides going for a drive.â
âI will talk to Julius and send you a note?â He asks, knowing that it canât be tomorrow. âUnless you have some appointments to plan the wedding?â
âJulius and Sebastian share our schedules for exactly this kind of reason.â Theyâre miraculously well-coordinated, actually, and you continue to be impressed with your brotherâs work the longer he is with you. âWeâll ask them to find the day that works best.â
âPerfect.â He nods and smiles. âWe are getting closer.â
âWe are already very close, mi amor.â A smile even wider than his graces your lips and you hum happily around a bite of your dinner. âWould you like to hear about the wedding preparations?â
âI would love to hear.â He leans forward eagerly. âAnd anything you would like for me to help with, I will.â He assures you. âEven those little gift bag things. We are having those, right?â
âIf you would like to have them, I will make sure they are included.â Javi always lights up when wedding plans are mentioned, so it seemed like a very good topic for lightening the mood of your meal. âI can ask our wedding planner to put together a list of ideas she suggests to fill them and you can pick whichever you like best?â
âYes.â Javi nods. âSomething local. Show off the art and craftsmanship of our people.â He tells you.
âI completely agree.â The more locally made everything at your wedding, the better it all will be. This is going to be a celebration for many more than just you and Javi.
âLocal sweets. A handcrafted piece of jewelry that commemorates our day?â He suggests. âI want that to come from my personal wealth and not the budget.â
âMaybe a small pin, as the jewelry?â Something universal would be best, so it does not matter which bag goes to which guest. It will relieve an enormous headache on your wedding plannerâs part. âSomething symbolic, rather than the typical image of us smiling out from a white background.â
âThat would be perfect. Maybe our flag? Made from local stone? Or gems, whatever you think is best.â Javi tells you. âIâve just always loved the gift bags in wedding movies.â
"I'll see what the wedding planner thinks is doable in a fairly short amount of time and then you'll get a list to choose from," you promise him. After a few more bites in relative and enjoyable quiet, you put your fork down again and take a sip of your drink. "I've...been thinking about something. And I was wondering if I could talk to you about it."
âAnything.â It sounds serious and Javi is immediately giving you his full attention. Fork down and looking into your eyes. âYou can talk to me about anything, Margarita.â
âThat is actually what I wanted to talk to you about.â You reach across the table to take his hand and leave a kiss on his knuckles for good measure. âIâve been doing some reading, and I had Bastian pull records. And it seems to me to be a sort ofâŠunofficial Balearican tradition for foreign born spouses of monarchs to take a regnal name.â The whole concept of taking a regnal name â a name you will be known as, as queen â seemed positively odd to you at first. But the tradition seems to stem from taking pride in leading the people of these lively, engaging islands. A way of embracing the place and the people and promising to honor them. âI wondered how you would feel ifâŠI did that, too.â
âWhat would you like to change it to?â He asks curiously. âI would love whatever you do, but I will still call you Margarita.â He admits with a bashful smile.
âWellâŠâ It seems almost embarrassing, or it would be embarrassing if it were anyone but him, and you feel your cheeks heat as you swallow. âI thoughtâŠMargarita might actually be the right choice. I looked it up and itâs not too uncommon of a name. I thought it might beâŠromantic is the wrong word, but loving.â
âQueen Margarita?â Javi hums as he thinks about it and nods. âIt would be a beautiful tribute to our future.â
âI always knew I would come here eventually.â For your whole life, youâve waited for it. Waited to be summoned, and waited to be married, and waited to be with him. âBut I only truly fell in love with this place after I met you.â
âIt is easy, no?â He asks with a grin. âOur country is easy to love.â
"Very easy." You can agree to that easily. "But not as easy as it is to love you, querido."
The way Javi blushes makes you smile and heâs happy about that. Nothing is forced, nothing is put on with you and thatâs what he loves. If you were just normal people, there would still be these tender affections between the two of you.
âAnyway, I just⊠I wanted to ask you how you felt about it.â He is blushing and he is adorable when he blushes. You shift a little in your seat and a pleased smile curls your lips. âBecause âMargaritaâ was just your name for me, and now Iâm thinking about sharing it with the world. If you arenât okay with it, I will choose something else.â
âI donât mind.â He admits quietly, leaning in and staring into your eyes. âAs long as we are together, I will happily share you with my country.â
âIâll always be with you.â That is a promise you will make to him without hesitation. Now that youâre with him, the last thing you want is to be separated from Javi in any meaningful way.
âHopefully your interaction with my cousin did not ruin your day?â He asks quietly. âHow are your ladies doing?â
âGabriela sat with me for some time this afternoon.â A small, mischievous smile curls your lips as you finish your meal. âMy brother mentioned that it might be helpful to have some help in learning the geography and history of the country, as well as cultural tradition. Gabriela volunteered to be my tutor, essentially. And sheâs been wonderfully helpful.â
âGood.â His affection for Gabriela will always be there, but it has shifted to a more brotherly love than anything else. Or perhaps it was always meant to be that way and he had been rebelling against his fate. Regardless, heâs happy you and Gabriela have formed a friendship. âShe was much better in her studies than I.â
âShe and my brother are also getting along very well,â you venture, wondering if that is too sensitive or inappropriate of a topic. True that Gabriela is married, but itâs abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that they are miserable, and she did not make the choice to marry Lucas willingly.
âDo you think there could be something there eventually?â He asks softly, knowing that it would be unlikely unless Lucas were out of the picture. Gabriela was loyal and would never shame the royal family with a divorce, even though she should divorce her husband.
âMaybe?â Itâs just theoretical right now. Just a little gossip. But you know that Javiâs comfort level with the situation means a great deal to everyone involved. âNothing will happen, of course. Not with Lucas in the way. But I think itâs sweet.â
âI want her to be happy.â Javi tells you. âAs happy as we are.â
âThatâs very admirable.â You admit, knowing that there are a lot of complications in the way of anything realistic. Still, you offer him an encouraging smile. âBut I donât know if anyone is as happy as we are.â
âIt is quite a lofty goal.â He teases with a smile. âPerhaps it can be achieved.â He still marvels over how lucky he is and is grateful for it.
âPerhaps.â Just knowing how much he loves you makes your heart soar, and the familiar warmth returns to your cheeks. âAlthough it is a very lofty goal.â
Javi pauses for a moment, and he frowns as he reaches for your hand. âAs long as you are never uncomfortable.â He shakes his head, aware that itâs coming out wrong. âAs long as you know my feelings are genuine and I no longer will ever think about any woman the way I think of you.â
âI think the fact that youâve stayed friends with Gabriela after breaking up speaks volumes about both of you as people. Youâre good and kind and deserve to have those things visited back to you. And besides,â you reach out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. âGabriela is also my friend. I want her to be happy, too. And my brother is a fantastic guy. Sheâd be lucky to have him.â
âGabriela would be a wonderful partner to anyone who wishes a partner.â Part of Lucasâs problem is that he thinks heâs better than everyone. He had decided on Gabriela simply to hurt Javi.
âAnd Lucas deserves a good clobbering.â Itâs mumbled, but only slightly, and you definitely mean it. In fact, youâd like a hell of a lot worse than a clobbering to happen to Lucas Gutierrez. A lot of people would.
Javi smirks slightly, hearing you perfectly but he doesnât comment on that. âAnd what if Maisie?â He asks. âHow is she settling into the role?â
âI think Maisie might have been born for it,â you chuckle. Javi clears away your empty dinner plates and you uncover the slices of Basque cheesecake smothered in cherry rioja sauce that the kitchen made for your dessert tonight. âHer husband is away on business as of this morning so sheâs taking the chance to buckle down in helping with wedding and coronation plans.â Sending Javi a smile as you set out the smaller plates, you lean on the banister beside your small table while he pours out the last of your cocktail pitcher. âI think she deserves a very large âthank youâ after all this is finished. Gabriela does, too.â
âPerhaps a girlâs weekend on the royal yacht?â Javi asks, wondering what you had in mind.
âI was thinking of a getaway for Maisie and her husband. Something wonderfully romantic where they donât have to worry about anything but enjoying themselves.â The first bite of cheesecake makes you both groan happily and break out into contented grins. âMaybe by that time Gabriela will be able to spend time with whoever she wishes.â
âPerhaps.â Javi frowns slightly. âIf â if Lucas is as bad as we think that he might be, we will have to circle the wagons, as that American saying goes, around Gabriela. She will be distraught.â
âI would think she will be glad to be free of him.â You do shake your head, though, and nod. âIf his true colors turn out to be as black as we suspect, we will take care of Gabriela. Make sure that she comes out of the thing unscathed.â
âYes.â He nods seriously. âIt will be good for her to be your lady if everything is as bad as we expect.â He admits quietly. âI am so sorry that you have been thrown into such a mess, amor.â
It might surprise him to hear, but the truth comes out of you alarmingly fast as you sit together at the little balcony table. âI donât care,â you tell him truthfully. âIâm just glad that you didnât have to go through all of this alone.â
He pauses, in awe of you and picks up your hand. âYou are the most gracious and loving woman.â He murmurs softly. âI hope to never take that, or you, for granted.â
******
"Your Highness." Sebastian has been in and out of your office all morning, but this time when he steps inside he has a much more determined set to his face. "Inspector Jefe Blanco is here to see you."
"Oh, good. Excellent. Bring him in, please." Waiting for the Chief Inspector's arrival this morning has had you on edge. It will be good to get all of this out of the way and put the evidence into the hands of professionals. "And Sebastian, will you stay, please? While he's here. I would feel more comfortable."
âShould I order some tea?â He asks, knowing that it might set the tone from the grim talk into a more open conversation.
"I asked the kitchen to prepare a tray this morning. If you could just ring down and ask them to send it up?" His instincts are good and you appreciate your brother's attention to detail, especially in these moments. "I'm sure that will put us all a bit more at ease."
âGood. I will have Flores bring it in so no more staff than necessary needs to come into the room.â Sebastian decides. He will instruct the staff to leave it outside with your personal maid.
"Thank you, Bastian." For one more second, it's just you and your brother in a room, and you flash him a grateful smile before putting your official princess countenance back on. "Please show the Inspector Jefe in."
Sebastian nods and moves to the door, opening it and stepping back to allow the very official visitor in. Itâs clear the man has taken special care with his appearance, every medal shined and his uniformed neatly pressed.
"Thank you for making time to come and see me this morning, Inspector Jefe." You stand from your desk and shake the man's hand. He has been very diligent and professional in investigating this case but you have to admit that you have now known the man quite a bit longer than you would prefer. In a perfect world, this case would have been over before it began. "I'm afraid I have some information to share with you, but I do not know how helpful it will end up being."
He frowns slightly, confused as to how you can have more information. âWhat do you have, Princess?â He asks curiously. âI must confess I am surprised to have been contacted by your office.â
"I had a conversation yesterday with the Count of Ibiza that...unsettled me." Polite wording is necessary here, so that you don't appear to be accusing Lucas of anything outright. "The conversation was videotaped by our security system here in the palace, and I would be very much gratified if you would consent to watch the footage with me and tell me if there is anything to it. If the count's manner seems suspicious, and his threats genuine, as I suspect they are. Or if I am perhaps too sensitive to the topic being touched so deeply by the late king's sudden death."
âThe Count has an excellent reputation.â The inspector informs you, a little wary when it comes to potentially implicating members or the royal family. âHowever, he was slightly evasive during questioning.â
"It is my sincerest hope that my worries are unfounded," you lie as cleanly as you can. It is the only lie you have ever told the inspector and what you do hope is that it stays that way. "But I will not claim any kind of expertise in law enforcement or investigative technique."
âEven though you say there is video evidence of the conversation, I find that it is always helpful to have someone describe the interaction. Posture, tone, facial expressions cannot be accurately displayed at times through a security system.â He explains quietly, pulling out a notebook from his jacket pocket. âPrincess, will you please tell me about this conversation with the Count?â
"Besides deeply insulting both myself and King Javier, the Count outright stated that he believed the late King Miguel made the wrong choice as to his successor and expressed anger over not being considered in the choice. Or, rather, not being chosen outright." You pause when Flores brings in your tea tray, thanking her as she pours out three cups and sets one beside each of the three of you seated in the room. "Thank you, Flores. We'll manage from here."
âYes, your highness.â She bows respectfully as she eyes the inspector. There are many questions as to why he is here, but she wonât voice them.
âSo, you see, Inspector,â you continue once the door is shut securely behind your maid. âWhen outright statements like that are made in the same conversation where the Count also voices his opinions that King Javier is not fit to rule, or that I have some ulterior motivation for being here and accepting my role in his countryâŠit makes me quite worried. That perhaps the Count may not have the most honorable intentions after all.â
âI can see why that would raise your suspicions.â He frowns and flips back through his notes to look at the impressions he had jotted down from the interview with Lucas Gutierrez. While some of the men question his old-fashioned methods and claim that he wants to model his investigative style after American style gumshoes, he finds it good to have those notes easily accessible rather than having to go back to the system computers. âAnd you say that he felt like he was threatening you?â
âI felt that he was threatening the king.â The clarification is important here, you know that. But youâre very glad to have your brother in the room with you to be an emotional anchor so you donât end up seeming distraught or too forceful with the inspector. âThe Count made it very clear that he did not consider me worth threatening. He appears to regard me as an ornament to His Majesty. Which is insulting, but not threatening.â
âI hope that regardless of what I find, you informed his majesties security team?â He asks seriously. âAnother king lost in a short span such as this would throw our small country into chaos.â
âIt would.â Especially considering Lucas is the next in line to the throne. A horrible alternative that you canât even begin to comprehend. âAnd I have. I informed His Majesty and he has taken it to his team.â
âGood.â Inspector Jefe might have some private concerns about the new king, but he would never dream of making them public.
âWith this background, will you be willing to watch the footage that my security team gathered yesterday morning?â Convincing him that it is worth looking into Lucas again is the key here, even though you know itâs a hard sell. As the Count of Ibiza, the people have come to mostly love Lucas Gutierrez. But they do not see his true nature.
âI have learned in my time as an inspector that some peopleâs true nature is always concealed until they believe they are immune from reproach.â He picks up his tea and takes a polite sip. âWould you be able to provide a copy or would I need to view the footage here only?â Sometimes the security for the palace had certain protocols in place that he would not be able to change.
After discussing it with Javi, Julius, and the head of security, it has been decided that a copy of the footage could be handed over to the police for their own use, and you open your desk drawer to retrieve it. âThe copy has been made for your use, but of course I expect you will want to view the original here as well so you can be assured that no changes to the footage have been made.â
âThank you, Princess.â He nods his head slightly, grateful that you understand the delicate nature of these things. âOnce I have reviewed the footage, I may have more questions. Would it be possible to request some time in your schedule if that is the case?â
âOf course.â In fact, you would be concerned if he didnât have more questions for you. âMy assistant will make sure you are afforded access to me when necessary. This investigation remains of the utmost importance.â
âI appreciate that.â He knows that you must be busy, the announcement of your wedding accompanying the coronation had been announced and it wasnât too far away.
âJust as I appreciate you being available this morning.â The footage is already queued up on the computer display monitor on your desk, and you turn it to face outward so both the Inspector and Sebastian can see. âCooperation is everything in these matters.â
âThe tales of your wisdom have not been underestimated.â He hums, turning to the screen and leaning forward so he can watch.
This is the fourth time you've watched this conversation, not to mention the fact that you lived through it the first time, and while the Inspector Jefe listens to Lucas spit his vitriol, you sip your tea in silence. Every time you listen to him it makes you angry all over again. But you can't afford to show any kind of anger in front of the inspector.
There will be several notes that come from this video, and he frowns as he looks back up at you. âThis is very disturbing.â He admits. âThe count did not know that he was being recorded, yes?â
"That is correct." It's a relief to hear that the investigation will be taking your conversation into account, but you try not to show it too much. "But I did not make any effort to hide the fact from him. All areas of the palace that are in use by staff and the royal family are protected by surveillance."
âIt almost seemed as if the count wished for you to accuse him of something nefarious or to reveal it himself.â Jefe looks around the room, and nods. âPlease do not try to be alone with him, Princess, but let him talk if he comes back.â He tells you, standing up. âI will have to review this many more times, but I will be taking a closer look at the Count in my investigation.â
"If you need to speak with me again, please do not hesitate to contact my assistant. And if I have any other information to pass along to you, may I request for you to come in the same way you did today?" You stand along with him, showing the Inspector Jefe the respect that his position is due. "I have already made arrangements to ensure I will not be alone with the Count again. At the king's insistence."
âAbsolutely.â He had been brought in through the tunnels under the palace to prevent speculation, and he understands that. âWhatever you wish, your highness.â He bows politely and thinks that you are also as gracious as you are beautiful.
"Have a good day, Inspector Jefe." That might be a fruitless wish, considering the task on his shoulders, but if anything? That is something you can absolutely relate to.
He nods again and quickly walks out of the room to leave you and Sebastian by yourselves.
Once the door shuts, you sit back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers and sigh. âThat went better than I expected.â
âI donât think the inspector wasnât too surprised by your claims.â Sebastian admits, curious as to the manâs true feelings about the count. Not that he seems the type to ever say. He seemed to play his cards close to the vest.
âI think he was surprised that Lucas would admit to being so vile, but maybe thatâs just me being too American and imagining all these nobles constantly play nice with each other. I canât tell.â Now that the meeting is over, you refill your teacup and pick up a biscuit gladly. âWell, darling brother. We have an hour to kill before wedding planning overtakes my day.â
âWhat would you like to do?â He asks, aware that he had blocked out much more time than necessary for the meeting with the inspector.
âJavi and I talked about taking a little driving tour of the islands sometime soon. Do you think thatâs something you could coordinate with royal security?â Youâre not asking him to do it right now, god knows, but you do rummage in your desk with a mischievous grin on your face while you ask.
âAre we talking about an actual tour?â He asks with a laugh. âOr cordoning off loverâs lane so you can make out with the king like youâre teenagers?â Heâs amused by the idea but also happy that you are so happy with your future husband.
âSay what you want, but my fiancĂ© is ridiculously sexy.â And frankly, youâre exceptionally happy about that fact. Not just because youâre glad to be attracted to your partner, but because producing an heir is such a big part of whatâs expected of you. It will not be a hardship to fulfill that duty.
He snorts and shoots you a grin. âMost of the world agrees with you.â He admits. âWhich is why Iâm so confused as to why his cousin is so harsh on him.â
âItâs jealousy, donât you think?â At least, thatâs what youâve always thought. Javi was graced with looks, and charm, and privilege as well as so many other attributes â and Lucas simply couldnât stand that his cousin was more beloved. âLucas doesnât see that cunning is not the only worthwhile intelligence in the world. Thatâs the other thing.â A moment later, you extract a travel Scrabble set from your desk drawer with a squeak of triumph. âSpanish Scrabble for an hour?â You suggest, shaking it at him enticingly. âBuild that vocabulary like I know you want to?â
Sebastian rolls his eyes but grins. âI donât know why you claim my Spanish isnât up to par.â He teases, nodding and sitting down beside you. âIâll still kick your ass at scrabble, Princess or not.â
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