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Warning: poorly translated French (English translation at the end)

A/N : I feel terrible about how long it’s taken me to write this, the inspiration just hasn’t been with me for a little while. I hope you enjoy it regardless ❤️

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SC - With the weight of the world seemingly off her shoulders, y/n absolutely flew around the track today. It feels like for the first time in a while, we’re seeing Thirty in her element once again.

Even with two rampaging Bulls chasing her down, it’s the Prancing Horse who takes the chequered flag. Y/N Y/L/N wins the Spanish Grand Prix!

MB - Despite all of the noise this weekend, it’s races like this one that define y/n as one of the best drivers of this generation. From the flawless start, to defending from the tremendous speed of the two Redbulls when it mattered most - that was a wonderful race to watch.

SC - I’m sure Ferrari were hoping for a 1-2 finish today, but after Charles' engine issues forced him to retire, I think they’ll be happy to get the most possible points with y/n’s fastest lap too. Look at that celebration, if there’s one thing about Thirty, every win is just as exciting as the last.

The feeling you got when you won never was any less triumphant, no matter how many you had tucked under your belt. But after how long the weekend had felt, this one felt particularly special. You climbed atop your car and pumped your fists above your head - practically giddy with glee as the crowd cheered for you, the underlying boos barely phasing you. They just didn’t matter - their opinions didn’t matter.

Your eyes zeroed in on a small group of girls who were in the grandstands, dressed head to toe in red - waving a banner for you above their head. Their celebrations seemed louder than anyone else's so you made sure to wave, putting the biggest smile on their faces before you hopped over to the car.

You laughed as the team swept you up in a tight hug when you ran over to the barrier, patting you on the helmet - the noise vibrated through you, making your heart soar. If there was a group of people you knew you could rely on, it was your team; even after your reveal, they were never any less supportive of you, always there for you no matter what the result was and treating you as they always had. It was one of the reasons why none of the contracts you offered tempted you, Ferrari are your family, you belong in red.

After swapping your helmet for your team cap, both Redbull drivers approached - Max giving you an overly enthusiastic bro hug, slapping your back so hard it almost hurt but you couldn’t help but laugh. “Amazing job, y/n. Almost got you.”

“Well, thankfully you and the smooth operator were too busy having a family squabble for that.” You teased, pulling back to let Carlos hug you as well, the Spaniard’s strong arms looped around your middle. “Now, if you boys don’t mind me - I have a winner’s interview to do.”

“Good job, y/n. Really happy for you.” Carlos made sure to get his praises in before you head across parc ferme. “See you soon.”

“Congratulations, y/n, what a result!” Naomi looked almost as excited as you as you approached for your post race interview. “How are you feeling right now?”

Your face was already hurting from how much you were smiling, you placed a hand on top of your cap and laughed. “I’m over the moon, this win felt so good.”

“After all you’ve had to deal with since your reveal, this is definitely wonderful to see.” She praised. “You raced spectacularly, anything you’d like to say to the people out there who still doubt you?”

“Honestly? After everything the guys, Max, Pierre, Esteban and Charles especially, put on the line for me, none of it really matters anymore. I have confidence in my skills and talent in this sport and knowing that my rivals believe in me too means everything… I won’t pretend that reading cruel things online will magically stop hurting, but I know what I’m capable of. I’m a world champion for a reason and there’s nothing anyone can say that will take that away from me.”

“Is this the start of your triumphant return, are we going to see you up on the top step now you’ve got your confidence back?”

“I’m ready for whatever the rest of the season throws at me. The championship is still all to play for right now, so I’m going to put my best foot forward and focus on racing.”

“Thank you so much, y/n. Congratulations. Your race winner, everybody!”

You waved at the crowd as you stepped inside to head to the cool-down room, your heart racing. Max and Carlos both greeted you with large smiles as you stepped into the room, the Spaniard playfully swatting at the brim of your cap to knock it from your head - swapping it for the 1st place Pirelli cap. “Much better, hermosa.”

“Thank you, however…” You knelt down to pick up your Ferrari hat, dusting it off before placing it on the table, a teasing lilt to your voice as you spoke. “Don’t disrespect! You can be proud of me for winning without being rude about my team, Carlos. I won’t ever let you forget you were almost one of us.”

“Idiot.” Max mumbled playfully, a strong arm draping across your shoulder - his eyes crinkled up as he smiled. “Congrats again on the win, y/n. You raced like a proper champ.”

“It felt good. Like of course winning is always good but this one felt different. Perhaps it was the timing of it, but there’s something about winning while feeling confident in myself again that makes me hungry for more.” You smiled softly. “To be honest, it felt more like the two of you were pushing me along than racing me… I’d thank you for taking it easy on me but there’s no way that that’s true.”

“You know I’d never do that. It was all you.” The Dutchman scoffed. “How dare you remember how good you are at racing, how am I supposed to beat you now.”

The way you grinned at him, gave Max flashbacks to your karting days together - your genuine joy when you beat him or all of the other boys in races. He could picture the small girl with her hair all messy from her helmet, sticking her tongue out at him when he whined to his Dad that a girl beat him. It’s not fair, she pushed me! When in reality you were just talented from day one. The way anyone could ever doubt you were Thirty bewildered him because you were you. Driven. Passionate.

It was why he never had any issue sharing the podium with you - your wins felt truly earned. Sure every driver had a win or two that they got under unusual circumstances but when the two of you were on those steps together, he could see how much you enjoyed it, no matter which number win it was and finally being able to see your smile made it all the better.

As you lifted your trophy above your head, you scanned the crowd for Charles - who, despite his DNF, was now standing in the front row, smiling up at you with pride. He threw you a cheesy wink as he clapped, not letting his own race ruin this for you. Despite not being your first win of the season, it was your first time on the top step so you relished every second of it - drowning both Redbull drivers in champagne before chugging some of the sparkling liquid. Max made sure he poured his drink down the back of your race suit, something he insisted he missed out having to share with your body double after the last win when you scolded him for it.

You felt on top of the world, all of your criticisms temporarily forgotten when that evening, all you could hear was the clinking of glasses against your own - the girls’ lips all sparkled with champagne as they toasted your victory. As much as you loved the guys, being celebrated by other women made your win all the more special. Lily looped an arm around your middle and pulled you close as Carmen snapped a photo - their laughter twinkling through the air. They gushed on how amazingly you raced, teasing you as your cheeks flushed.

All of this however, didn’t stop Charles watching you from across the bar - your red race suit traded for a gorgeous dress of the same colour, your eyes sparkling under the lights. The confidence you were radiating was intoxicating; he wanted to blame it on the beer he was drinking but there was nothing more he wanted than to have his hands all over you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, everything about you was magnetic. He wanted to steal you from the girls, but he knew you needed this. Even when Max slapped him on the shoulder, he struggled to tear his eyes away.

“She’s not going to vanish if you stop looking at her, mate.” The dutchman teased, Charles finally turned away from you. “Let her celebrate, she knows where you are when she’s ready.”

“Something about her is just…different. Lighter.”

Max smiled softly, secretly fond of how Charles was with you. “She just won a race!”

“No, no. It’s more than that.” The other driver insisted. “But I just can’t put my finger on it… and if you’ll excuse me, I can’t just watch from a distance. She’s too beautiful.”

“Gross.”

He shoved Max lightly on the arm before crossing the bar to get to you, weaving between the flashes of red of those who were still in their team kit. Charles watched Lily give you a look before you cast your eyes over your shoulder - your face cracking into a grin. Your teammate felt grateful you were as pleased to see him as he was you. “Charles.”

“Mon amour.” He hummed, draping an arm around your waist - pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “Sorry, I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. Having fun?”

“So much. I’m glad you’re here actually, we were just talking about you.” You lent into his touch.

“Oh yeah?”

Lily’s brow raised playfully. “You’ve got a big battle coming, il Predestinato. Now that our girl’s back, you ready to step it up?”

“I don’t think she ever left.” You looked at him as he spoke, his green eyes already fixed on you. “Just needed a little reminder of who she is.”

You smiled softly at him before leaning in to kiss him - his hand coming up to rest on your jaw. “I’ll never forget again thanks to you, and who knows, there’s still 16 races to go… anything could happen.”

“Joint world champions.” He teased, “That ever happened before?”

“Don’t think so.” Your laughter was soft, Charles had practically forgotten the presence of the girls watching you both with a fondness in their eyes. “But if anyone could do it, it would be us.”

“Cheers to that and cheers to you, y/n. I love you.”

You clinked your glass against his. “I love you too.”

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After your race win in Imola and poor strategy in Monaco from your team - ruining Charles’ chance at a win at his home grandprix, it didn’t take long for you to catch up to your teammate in the points and by the time the chequered flag was waved in Azerbaijan, you were the championship leader and it felt good. You could tell the strategy calls were starting to affect your boyfriend but whenever you brought it up, he told you it was all fine and that he was nothing but happy for you and selfishly, you believed him. You wanted him to feel as excited as you did, and it was the first time in a long time you were feeling good about your career.

Instead, you focused on racing with the same confidence you always knew you had before your reveal and with the people around you always making sure you had a smile on your face - the last few straggling cynics barely made a noise over the roaring crowds every time you lifted a trophy above your head.

Part of you thought maybe you had just become more attentive now you were free to be yourself, but every race that passed seemed to have more and more female fans eager to greet you at the barricades, ecstatic that you were leading the championship even if there was only 7 points in it.

“You’ve got this in the bag, y/n!” They always told you Canadian’s were nice, and it was shown with the way your new poor assistant’s arms were piled high with gifts as fans chatted away with you. You were never allowed to talk to them before as Thirty, so meeting them really was a delight. “Those boys don’t stand a chance.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Charles is pretty good.” You smiled softly. “But, I’ll tell you what… I’m gonna do my absolute best for you.”

“You’re already the champion in my eyes, regardless of how the season ends.”

“Oh stop, you’re gonna make me cry.” You laughed softly, giving the girl a one armed hug. “I have to go now, thank you all though - for the support, the gifts. I’ll try and win for you today, promise.”

You helped to take some of the gifts from your assistant before heading towards the motorhome, saying hi to the other drivers as you passed by - after the protest, they had much more an effort to include you in idle chit-chat or debates they were having with another driver. Whether it was Esteban trying to get you to convince Mick and Lance that his long standing feud with Max was definitely over or Kevin showing you photos of his kid, it was nice. It was truly all you had ever wanted from your reveal - not just to be a driver, but to feel like one too.

Charles tucked you under his arm before the driver parade started, bickering with Pierre in French about god knows what but the glint in their eyes and the cheeky smile on Charles’ face assured you it was all in good fun. You simply rested your head against your boyfriend, eyes closed as you enjoyed the surprisingly warm weather as you waited for the flatbed to start moving.

“Mon amour, are you falling asleep standing upright?” He teased, squeezing you into his side.

“Mhmm, you’re so comfy, Charles.” You hummed softly, standing up straighter as the engine began to rumble - wanting to wave to the crowds instead of being caught dozing. “Besides, I’ve got to be well rested before I win the race later.”

“Leading the championship and suddenly your ego is massive.” Pierre teased, kicking you lightly in the shin - making you whine and glare at him. “I’m kidding. You deserve to be cocky, you have been very impressive recently.”

You raised a brow. “I’ve got my eyes on you, Gasly.”

“Uh oh, Pierre, you’ve made an enemy of Thirty. You better there’s no chance of the two of you tangling during the race.”

You practically snorted out a laugh. “Oh Charles, he won’t need to worry… unless, maybe I end up lapping him.”

“Oh it is on.”

It was your turn to bicker with Pierre, your boyfriend slipping away to talk to some of the others as the flatbed pulled back in to drop you all off at the pits. You felt in such high spirits when you got in the car that there was just nothing that could stop you - you were sure of it. You were going to get your 3rd title and Ferrari their first WCC since 2018. it felt like you owed them at least that much after keeping you on.

And oh, did you love this track. With its tight barriers hugging the track and long straights, the high speed was risky but made the race all the more exciting. That paired with the two Redbull’s sniffing at your car’s rear end and your teammate starting at the back of the grid, it was bound to be an exciting race.

Max put up a hell of a fight, chasing you down and barely giving you even a second to breathe - he nearly caught you on more than one occasion, but not pitting during the late safety car was his fatal mistake - his pebbled tires were no match for your shiny new softs. And before long you were lifting your second consecutive first place trophy above your head, Max and Lewis alongside you.

You felt untouchable, blowing a kiss in the direction of a small crowd of Redbull fans who had booed you louder than the rest as you’d been handed your trophy before giving their golden boy a good hosing down with your champagne, the two men who you shared the podium with upended the bottles over your head in a bubbling waterfall- a giddy smile on both of your faces as you celebrated.

“Hey congrats.” Lewis grinned, patting you on the shoulder as the three of you stood on the podium for the photo together. “Winning looks better on you every time.”

“Thanks Lewis, means a lot. Especially from you.”

The three of you stepped off the podium for your post race interviews, and you just couldn’t shake the electricity running through you. Not a single interview passed without them commenting on just how different you seemed - how over the course of the past few races, the personality they had loved beneath the helmet seemed to have finally come to the surface. “It’s so nice to see how much you’re enjoying racing again, y/n.”

“Yeah, it’s been really really good.” You smiled, your hands resting against the cool metal barricade in front of you. “Sure, I still see and hear some nasty stuff but it… it just doesn’t feel the same, it doesn’t hurt as bad knowing that I have nothing to prove to them. They’ll never like me, and that’s okay. I have plenty of supporters and friends who love me and back me up no matter what.”

“Well, it’s good to have you back. Hope you enjoy your weekend off, see you at Silverstone.”

You thanked the press before heading back to the Ferrari motorhome, letting out a yelp as you were practically tackled by your boyfriend as he swept you up in his arms. “There’s my race winner.”

“Oh who cares about my race win when you made it up from 19th to 5th!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him - the warmth from his body made you feel at ease. “That’s far more impressive. You very much deserved the driver of the day, I’m glad your hard work was recognised.”

“Well...” He carefully placed you on the floor, placing his hands on your hips. “How about we take our weekend off to celebrate your phenomenal race and my win, hmm?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck before leaning in to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss like you weren’t surrounded by the hustle and bustle of your team packing up now the weekend was over. Neither of you cared, you simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but notice the cheeky glint in his eyes. You let your hand move to rest on his jaw, brushing your thumb across the stubble. “That sounds like an offer I simply can’t refuse.”

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The skies were blue when you touched down in Silverstone, another favourite - a classic; the Tifosi showing wasn’t as big as it used to be but there were enough flashes of red amongst the crowds for you to feel their support. But, much to the disappointment of the Mercedes and Mclaren fans filling the grandstands, you and your team were currently on track to win the whole thing. You’d spent more time than you cared to admit trying to figure out what the earliest race you could win the championship at despite your slow start to the season.

But with Charles, Max and Carlos all having an equally impressive score sheet, you honestly had no idea which way it was going to go - you could only hope it would be in your favour. You’d worked so hard to fight for not only the championship, but the respect you deserved that you knew that you couldn’t stop now. Everything was to play for and you couldn’t back down now.

SC - Welcome one, welcome all to the Formula 1 Lenovo British Grand Prix here at Silverstone, the sun is shining down on all of us Martin and it looks set to be a good race. With the Ferraris and Redbulls occupying the two front rows, it will be a challenge for anyone else to claim victory. Our Championship leader shares the front row with Max Verstappen, who is gaining with each race on her and her teammate Charles Leclerc.

MB - It definitely is one to watch, the battle between the Prancing Horses and Bulls has been thrilling so far this season. I can’t wait to see how this all plays out and with Y/N having claimed podiums in her last six races, I wouldn’t be surprised to see her back on that top step.

SC - I’d put money on it if I was a betting man. Her performance leading up to this point has been something special. But with Max picking up the pace, I think he’s definitely her biggest competitor right now.

MB - Now Crofty, I wouldn’t write young Leclerc off so quickly, he is second place right now.

SC - Well, I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see as the grid lines up for the start of the race. The British Grand Prix is about to start, engines are revving… and its lights out, and away we go!

You felt breathless as you pulled into parc ferme, what a race. Despite your win, you couldn’t help but think about Gyanyu, George and Alex - the crash at the start was scary and you were lucky to have not been a part of it with a third of the grid getting tangled up. As much as you loved to win, it was always a bittersweet feeling when others were potentially hurt.

As you climbed out of the car, you made an effort to try and catch as many of the other drivers you knew had been part of the incident as you could as they made their way through parc ferme. You immediately wrapped your arms around Seb as he climbed out of the car, your former teammate giving you a gentle chuckle in response - promising that he was okay. So you glanced around the crowd for your childhood friend, Pierre smirking as he saw you approach. “Aw, coming to check on me?”

“Don’t make me regret it, Gasly.” You chuckled, pulling him into a hug. “But if you’ll excuse me, I did just win. Catch you later.”

You tried to catch Charles before he ducked away but you were ushered towards Lewis and Carlos for the podium interviews. With your fresher tires brought on by Esteban’s safety car, he wasn’t able to hold you off… or Lewis… or Carlos. So he was understandably frustrated. But you were still happy and wanted to celebrate with the team and you were sure once he’d had his moment of annoyance, he’d be happy for you too.

It was hard to have that same attitude when the roles were reversed the following week in Austria, and it was you who barely missed out on the podium and it all came to a head in your driver’s room. “I think we need to talk.”

“Oh?” Charles gently took off his first place cap and placed it on the coffee table. “Everything okay?”

You took a deep breath. “I don’t know why we haven’t had this conversation before but I feel like we need to talk about what happened this week and last week… when one of us wins and the other doesn’t. I think we need to find the balance of being able to understand how the other one feels versus celebrating the winner.”

“Yeah, yeah I get that. Well…” He approached you slowly, placing his hands on your hips - giving a gentle squeeze. “The winner can be sympathetic and the other can be supportive, but if one of us has a particularly bad race when the other wins then we just check in on how they feel first before jumping for joy at the win.”

“We’re both in with a chance of winning this whole thing, we have to promise not to let that get in the way of what we have.” You looped your arms around his neck, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. “I'm really happy with you and I don’t want me beating you to ruin that.”

“Oh, you’re gonna beat me are you?” Charles chuckled. “Well, best of luck, mon amour. You’re gonna need it.”

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Leading up the summer break, things stayed on the up for you but not so much for Charles the agreement between the two of you more in force than ever. Hungary was the last race before you could enjoy a relaxing few weeks away from the paddock but with Charles’ DNF in France the weekend before he’d lost 2nd in the WDC to Max, the Dutchman now 5 points ahead thanks to his victory and it was clearly bothering him. You were soaring ahead and he was starting to be left behind - you 33 points ahead.

Charles spent as much time as he could with fans, making sure not one was missed - chatting away, taking photos and bringing as many smiles to their faces as he could. He would always be the tifosi’s golden boy; despite you leading, he would always have a special place in their hearts and you couldn’t blame them. There was something charming and gentle about him, he was impossible to dislike. The way he avidly listened to every word fans said to him, the look on his face full of genuine interest. He was so kind and you knew someday he was going to live up to the massive expectations they had all put on his shoulders - you wanted to win the championship, but someday it was going to be his turn and you knew that he would have their support every step of the way.

As you finally stepped away from the crowds, you linked your fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze - noticing his deflated stature as you walked towards the motorhome. Neither have you qualified on pole and his hopes of winning were being diminished by the minute. “You looked like you were having a good time with the fans, what’s the matter? Talk to me…”

“I hate to say it, amour, but now that you’re off ahead in the distance - I’m gonna have to play the role of second driver.” He grumbled softly. “I really want you to do well, y/n, I do, but I want it to be fair.”

A soft sigh left your lips and you turned him to face you, his green eyes locked on yours. “I won’t let it be unfair. I’m gonna talk to my engineers and let them know how I feel about it.. When I beat you, it’s all gonna be on my own merit.”

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile, shaking his head a little. Your heart skipped a beat at his laughter, his strong arms looping around your middle. “And when I beat you, it’ll be because I deserve it too.”

“Exactly. We’re equals.” You lent up to press a kiss to his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Last race until the summer break, we just have to get through this and then you and I can escape to your yacht and make the most of the privacy.”

“You are beyond tempting.” He purred, pulling you in closer. “If we weren’t surrounded by all these prying eyes, I’d have you exactly where I want you.”

A giggle escaped you, you raised a playful brow at him. “Well, then what are we waiting for? Your driver’s room has a lock on the door, doesn’t it?”

Your teammate groaned, his nose nudging against yours before he kissed you with even more intensity than before - not caring about the cameras or poor staff members walking past you both to get into the building. The butterflies erupted in your stomach as he smiled against your lips, not wasting a second more before he tugged you into the building towards his driver room. He pressed your back against the door as he closed it, his pupils blown with lust as they scanned your figure. “As pretty as you look in red…”

“I’d look better in nothing?” You teased, slipping your hands under his polo - he shivered as your cold hands ran across his skin. “C’mon, Charles. You can do better than that.”

“You’re impossible.” He shook his head, dropping his voice to a whisper as his lips brushed across your skin. “Tu es délicieux(1)…je t’aime de tout mon coeur(2).”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. “God, you speaking French really does something to me.. Don’t stop.”

He tugged you away from the door as he pulled your polo over your head, lips only breaking from your skin to mutter filth in french. You were weak at the knees as he pulled back to look at you - his lips shiny with your gloss. You reached up to brush your thumb across his bottom lip before tugging on his chin gently to bring him back into a kiss as he began to work on the button of your jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You managed to get out, feeling breathless but your boyfriend seemed relentless, grunting in response as he dropped to his knees to pull your jeans over your hips, tugging you lightly so you thumped down on the couch with a soft oof. “Charles, the door.”

“You’re killing me.” He whined, running his hands up the insides of your thighs - pushing them apart. “Je ne peux pas supporter d'être loin de toi ne serait-ce qu’un instant(3), amour.”

You draped a leg over his shoulder. “If anyone walks in, I’ll run you off the track later.”

His lips curved into a devilish smirk. “Deal.”

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thehopefuljournalist · 1 year ago

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unrelated- what's your favorite news story recently?

Hello, thank you so much for asking!! I've had a hard time because this week was actually full of news stories and I'm working on releasing them all to you guys!

But let me tell you about my favourite one from today :)

As an activist, working within my own country and out especially in climate-related themes, I believe in people-power, fully. I know, of course, that some people have more power and influence than others, but there's no denying that there's strength in numbers.

This recent, huge, protest in New York is such a hopeful turn, I think. I love seeing that I'm not the only one worried, that I'm not alone in my fighting. With numbers, we have a bigger chance of winning over our world leaders, and by doing that, to protect ourselves and our futures.

Well, this is my favourite news story from the past two days.

This past Sunday, 75K climate activists took to New York's streets in a “march to end fossil fuels”

Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez criticized the US continuing to approve fossil fuel projects, something which the Biden administration did earlier this year with the controversial Willow project in Alaska.

“We are all here for one reason: to end fossil fuels around the planet,” Ocasio-Cortez told a rally at the finish of the march, which ended close to the UN headquarters where world leaders will gather this week. “And the way we create urgency is to have people around the world in the streets.”

“The United States continues to be approving a record number of fossil fuel leases and we must send a message, right here today,” adding that despite record profits the support for the fossil fuel industry was “starting to buckle and crack”.

“This is an incredible moment,” said Jean Su of the Center for Biological Diversity, who helped organize the mobilization. “Tens of thousands of people are marching in the streets of New York because they want climate action,"

“This also shows the tremendous grit and fight of the people, especially youth and communities living at the frontlines of fossil fuel violence, to fight back and demand change for the future they have every right to lead,” she said.

The march came during Climate Week, as world leaders gather for this week’s UN general assembly, and a UN climate ambition summit on Wednesday.

On Friday, the national security adviser, Jake Sullivan, said Biden was not currently scheduled to take part in Wednesday’s UN climate summit. Biden has been praised by climate activists for last year passing a historic $369bn climate law but criticized for allowing oil drilling projects and the expansion of gas facilities in the Gulf of Mexico.

A decision for Biden to stay away from the UN climate ambition summit is “unacceptable”, said Su of the Center for Biological Diversity. “The time is now for Biden to lead on the world stage, and show he means it when he calls climate change the existential threat to humanity.”

During the march, the Rev Lennox Yearwood, head of the Hip Hop Caucus, likened today’s climate movement to the US fight for racial justice.

Youth climate activist Vanessa Nakate, from Uganda, said: “When we say that we want climate justice, we’re not just talking about transitioning to solar panels. We are talking about leaving no one behind when you’re talking about addressing the injustices that come with the climate crisis."

Article published September 17, 2023 - The Gaurdian

Another article, interviewing a young climate activist

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chessholic · 1 year ago

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Bored - The Toymaker

Author's Note: I wasn't really happy with this, but I thought maybe you guys would enjoy it. My english is broken and the german accent-thingy didn't help at all. However this one post did help me a lot and I wanted to put it here for you all (thank you so much, you saved my ass). This is also my first Tumblr post so this is rather exciting. More is to come so stay tuned I guess. My obsession always lasts for a while. :) Thank you. Have a great day, night, evening or morning. <3

The Post That Helped Me:

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Summary: The Toymaker had turned you into one of his toys. However regardless of your situation you couldn't help but feel rather, well, bored.

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Sitting on the shelf was nice for the first few hours after you had gotten over your fear. You were beginning to come to the conclusion that you were messed up, well mentally and now physically too.

That's because you couldn't help, but admire him. Even now you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. He had his caramel coloured leather apron on top of his waistcoat that was the colour of a plum. Your eyes wandered to his face admiring every bit of it with few disgusted voices nagging at you in the back of your brain.

'Stockholm syndrome darling'

'You are disgusting'

'You should be ashamed of yourself'

'He is dangerous you idiot'

Deciding you were already screwed you returned back into admiring him. His blond grey hair was curled and styled without any imperfections. How did he do it? You could use some advice, well, not anymore. Your hair was beautiful all the time, perfect, too perfect. You weren't a human, you were a doll, his doll.

And who exactly was he? You didn't quite know. You didn't even know his name, you didn't know if he had a name. You only knew that he was The Toymaker. And every sane person would be rightfully terrified of him.

However you had been pulled towards him from the moment you did step into the store. You had been mesmerized by him. However you did admit you were afraid too, especially while playing the life-or-death game.

If you had known better you would have chosen something else that day.

ー

You had been looking for a present, you found the perfect one. However the very charming shop owner had just stated you were short on a few pennies.

"Bloody hell", you mumbled turning a shade of red from embarrassment. You thought you had enough. "I apologise for taking your time", you said reaching to collect your money.

"Nein nein", he teased softly stopping your hand making you almost shiver at you making physical contact with him.

"How about zis, let us play ein game-", he proposed before stopping to look at your confused expression.

"-If you vin, you can take dee toy, for free, nein charge", he stated smiling like the Cheshire Cat. It was almost giving you shivers, but for the wrong reasons. The smile gave you a picture of a cat and mouse.

Only if the mouse would get into the cat's trap.

"And if you win?", you asked hesitantly.

"You vill stay with me and play mein games, du und ich, forever!", he declared cheerfully giving you a mischievous smirk in the end. He was challenging you.

Did he somehow know that you couldn't refuse the offer? You later learned that he did, in fact know.

"What do we play Mr...?", you asked a bit scared of his changing demeanor.

"You kan call me dee Toymaker, meine Liebling", the Toymaker said making your cheeks flush a little.

Why on earth were you flustered?

"Und what we vill play, zat is your ge-decision", the Toymaker told you. Maybe it was polite to let you choose?

What did you like to play? There was one game that instantly popped into your mind. At the same time the Toymakers grin widened making him look psychotic.

"I shall choose that we play a game of chess", you stated fiddling with your fingers nervously.

"That is a splendid choice my dear, we shall play a game of chess!", the Toymaker celebrated like he had already won.

Wait. Where did his accent go?

Before you could voice your questions the Toymaker snapped his fingers and your life was never the same again.

ー

Now you have been sitting on the store's shelf for god-knows-how-long. You couldn't move. You didn't really remember what it felt like to be a human anymore.

'Bloody hell, this is boring', you thought staring at the shop. You had seen customers come, but never leaving. You had a suspicion of what might have happened to them.

You could see the shop even eyes closed that's how long you had spent examining the shop from your shelf.

"My my, is someone bored, meine Liebling dollen?", asked a teasing voice suddenly from your left. You turned to look at the charming man who was smirking. You had heard the smirk already from his voice.

'Let's play something, please', you pleaded in your head fully knowing he could hear your thoughts.

You didn't expect to see the Toymaker speechless. He seemed to be lost for words the first time in his time being.

"You want to play mein games?", he asked gingerly, like you were playing an evil game with his feelings.

'Do I really have something to lose anyway? Yes, please'

"What do you want if you win?"

You knew that your freedom was off the table. However something came to your mind.

'I want to be able to speak and move'

The Toymaker looked puzzled. Like this was some kind of mystery he couldn't crack.

'I want to speak with you, walk around the store and play with you'

Some rare emotion flashed in the Toymakers eyes, you couldn't place it in that exact moment. Because a pain flashed inside you making you gasp for air. Then you realised what had happened.

"I- I can speak", you stuttered confused, but joy was evident in your voice.

"Well yes, it would make the game rather impossible perhaps if you couldn't speak or move", the Toymaker scoffed slightly while picking you up from the shelf.

You knew it was bullshit. It was a rather poor excuse. Feeling brave you decided your next action without too much thinking.

You put your arms around his neck and bury your face to his neck inhaling his scent. He smelled like wood and colone, intoxicating. His scent wrapped you into a safe bubble making you smile.

"Thank you", you whispered. You didn't think he was evil all the way. There was evil in good. So in evil there was good.

The man had stiffen trying to figure out what you were doing. After a moment he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. Slowly he melted into your touch, even though he tried to fight against the warm feeling. But eventually he didn't want the warmth to go away.

"You are welcome meine Liebling"

ー

#the toymaker #the celestial toymaker #the toymaker x reader #doctor who #doctor who image #the celestial toymaker x reader

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chirpingfromthebox · 1 month ago

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The Fleet's Post-game Press session from 12/30/2024 - BOS at MTL

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The Boston Fleet's post-game press session following their away game against the Montréal Victoire.

At the table were head coach Courtney Kessel and captain Hilary Knight.

Transcription is under the break.

Reporter:

Why do you think it was so tough to generate on the power play? You came in 4 for 10, so what was different tonight?

COURTNEY KESSEL:

I think we fought the puck a little bit. I think we tried to do too much and we didn’t keep it simple like we’ve been doing the last 5 games.

Reporter:

What was the thought process for not playing [Aerin] Frankel tonight?

COURTNEY KESSEL:

I mean, we have three tremendous goaltenders and we’re on the road here for another 9 days. So I think it’s a total of 17 days, kinda, living out of our bag. So it’s gonna be hard. When you have three great goalies you might as well play ‘em.

Reporter:

Hilary [Knight], your thoughts on tonight? Just overall thoughts on the game?

HILARY KNIGHT:

Yeah, I think, you know, we needed to put the puck in the back of the net on our special teams—especially for the number of power plays that we got—and we were just short of executing. So, we’re gonna take this back, work on it, and it’s on to the next game.

Reporter:

This is the first game that you guys had since the playoff series. Was there maybe a little bit of surprise in how they came at you at little bit? Obviously it was physical out there, it’s been physical between you guys the last two seasons, but was there maybe a little bit more animosity on their end having lost that series than you would have thought?

HILARY KNIGHT:

No. I mean, Montréal’s a great team. I think every team in this league is a great team and you have to be ready to go when the puck drops. It’s a 50/50 opportunity to win the game, to earn those 3 points. And so when we come to Montréal, no, we’re not taking them lightly. Obviously there are a handful of us who were here on the plus side of those crazy overtime games. But it’s a new season and every team’s great, all the players are phenomenal, talented, and you just have to go out there and earn it.

Reporter:

A couple of tough losses. What’s your message going into Minnesota coming up after the new year?

COURTNEY KESSEL:

I think we got to shake it off, but we gotta find a way to get some points. Like I said, we’re on the road for quite some time here. So the longer we wait the more tired we’re gonna be heading into the end of those games. So we’ve got to find a way to win.

Reporter:

Courtney, you just said it, you know you're gonna be on the road for, I think, 36 days before coming back to Boston. How much harder does it make your job?

COURTNEY KESSEL:

Well, honestly, it’s probably easier because my kids are at home. [Courtney and Hilary laugh.] No, but in all seriousness, I think- you know, we looked at the schedule when in came out and we’ve been preparing mentally for this challenge. But honestly I do get a little bit more time to think about hockey when I’m on the road because I don’t have two little nuggets running around.

Reporter:

Is this something you’d like the league to consider for next season or the season in the future? You know, maybe 36 days, it’s a lot between home games.

COURTNEY KESSEL:

Yeah, I think it’s a lot to, you know, figure out the schedule and make sure the buildings are all available and we’re playing at a lot of NHL sites this year. And so I think that takes into account what the schedule looks like. So they’re doing their best and we know that and we’re just gonna roll with what we got.

Reporter:

Hilary, obviously it was the visiting side, but can you talk a little bit about the atmosphere today? 10,000 people, they announced.

HILARY KNIGHT:

Yeah, I mean, you could definitely hear the fans because you couldn’t hear anything on the ice. But those are the games you want to play in. When the fans are ecstatic like that, they love hockey, they love their home team, and it was such a treat for us to be able to play in front of 10,000 plus fans here.

Reporter:

If I could follow up on that, there were quite a couple “Boos” as well tonight, especially coming your way post the goal as well that you scored. How, as a player, do you just deal with that? Especially in an atmosphere like Montréal.

HILARY KNIGHT:

Yeah, I mean, you’re buying a seat to watch us play. We’re here to entertain. So that’s how I deal with it. Put on a show. You know, obviously we woulda wanted a closer show for all the people buying tickets to this game, but yeah, hockey’s a phenomenal sport and it’s fun either way: if you’re playing at home or you’re visiting team.

[End of video.]

#pwhl transcriptions #boston fleet #pwhl boston #hilary knight #courtney kessel #Youtube

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katsune-nya · 1 year ago

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Matsuno Chifuyu x Baji!Reader. D-drable?

Ok, listen, I have a WHOLE fic about Baji!Reader x Chifuyu on the WIPs, so, this is just... Um... Me kinda babbling about the lore behind it. (The fic is fem reader tho).

GN!Reader. SFW. Fix It Fic. Idiots In Love. Baji being y'all's number one fan.

• Ryoko used to go to the Sano Dojo, after she had you two she signed you into it as well.

• Kei and you grew up with Mikey, y'all were a pain in the ass for everyone around you, but grandpa Sano tolerated it since y'all were great students.

• Shin got scolded tripple by his grandpa, these three kids showed up every class and were so good at it and... There he was.

• Power Duo, y'all can kick ass tremendously.

• When Kei and Tora plan to steal a bike for Mikey you just... Tell them no. Plus, mfs, did you not know that's SHINICHIRO'S SHOP????

• Nothing happens, Shin's alive and Tora ok.

• You go to the same school, when Fuyu met Kei, helping him write the letter for Tora, you were on recess with your friends.

• Regardless, later on, since they were always together you ended up meeting him

• You couldn't lie... He was really cute.

• Fuyu's first reaction when meeting you was to be slightly intimidated ngl.

• You had grown up with Baji Fucking Keisuke and Baji Fucking Ryoko, you HAD to build a strong presence.

• Kei introduced you two and Fuyu was just "H-Hi, Baji-san... Baji-san 2? W-wait, no! That's not what I meant!"

• Poor boy.

• Friendship quickly blossomed!

• And a mutual crush, definitely.

• Keisuke knew from the beginning, in spite of him being fucking iliterate he's actually incredibly smart and perceptive.

• He tried to get y'all together so many times but all his plans failed.

• He even got the rest of Toman involved.

• Then, the whole Kisaki thing started.

• Kei and you knew the mf was suspicious asf.

• And him instead of working together with you and Fuyu decided to go to Valhalla for info and yeah...

• But! We have a new character! That actually has a relatively functional brain!

• Welcome, Baji Y/N, you are their only hope.

• While evetone was freaking out on different degrees you took it on your hands to encourage them.

Y/N: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Y/N: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Chifuyu: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Y/N: Ominous positivity.

• Kazutora aproves.

• Yeah, as I said, relatively functional brain.

• You joined the guys on the Valhalla brawl.

• If you're AFAB it was kinda hard to convince them 'cause "But you're a girl 🥺 you could get hurt, uwu." Mikey. (If you're FtM he wouldn't say girl, dw lmao, you're his dude bro but... Sigh...)

• In the end Draken doesn't wanna deal with you up their asses about it so he convinces Mikey, you're just as strong as Keisuke ffs.

• Yall win and Kei comes back.

Kei: A decision had to be made.

Y/N: And you fucked it up!

• He's so dumb for a smart person.

• You and Fuyu hang out more together.

• You two help Takemichi with his plans and you have better ideas than them so things go much better.

• Tora and Kei join you too.

• Blah Blah Blah, lore lore lore, y'all fix things, no one dies, ok? I won't go into detail for every issue, this is about my babyboy.

• All throughout this Fuyu and you keep getting closer and closer.

• Y'all hang out even when not necessary to save everyone.

• He doesn't even hang out with Kei on his own as much. You normally are there too.

Kei: *sneaking in through their window*

Y/N: *Turning in their chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Kei: I was with Chifuyu?

Chifuyu: *Turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

• You spend so much time together Toman thinks you're an item already.

• When Kei says you're not they are so... Ugh. Still?

Kei: *Sees Y/N and Chifuyu together*

Kei: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Kazutora: You mean... you ship them?

• Kei and Tora make all of Toman design an unnecessarily complex plan to get y'all to confess.

• Just for you two to show up holding hands????

• Turns out you got tired of it and just confessed to Fuyu in the park you normally go to.

• You planned a picnic together and gave him a home baked treat with a little note on it.

• He blushed so hard and between stutters and a bright smile accepted.

• Congratulations!

• They are so frustrated that they put so much work into things but honestly more relieved than anything.

• Your relationship is so cute.

• You're always together, go on arcade dates, cat cafés, park dates, saving everyone plans, home dates in which each one does their own thing.

• It takes five months for y'all to kiss.

• Was really sweet, really gay.

• Time Skip to highschool graduation.

• You two go together and at the end of the day Fuyu takes you on a ride around the city.

• Y'all might be young, but have been dating for around 5 years so Fuyu stops at the beach and stares at you.

• You tease him for it and he chuckles shyly.

• Then he asks if you would like to move out with him to the apartment he got with his job in a pet store.

• So now you live together!

• After some time, Chifuyu has his own store in which Tora and Kei work, with you going to visit him for lunch.

• You're 25 now, living together, 10 years dating...

• On your 10 year anniversary he finally pops the question.

• He took you to the park where you confessed, the both of you sitting on the swings.

• When you stayed quiet for a bit he suddently got on his knees.

• He had a whole speech but he just... Said what came out on the moment.

"Ever since we started dating I've known you were the one. I want to be with no one else but you. You make me the happiest I've ever been. Would you give me the honour of doing it for the rest of our lives?"

• When you get married, Keisuke walks you to the altar.

• When Fuyu sees you he instantly starts tearing up.

• Kei laughs and slaps him on the back.

• The wedding is short and romantic, Takemichi sobbing his eyes out.

• When you throw the bouquet Hina catches it!

• Everyone celebrates that so much.

• In the end, you have a beautiful marriage and a few cats.

Some incorrect quotes that encapsulate y'all's relationships.

Kei: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Y/N: What the hell!?

Kei: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Kei: *Whispering* Wanna help me commit arson?

Y/N: *Whispering* Of course. What do you need?

Y/N: This is a bad idea.

Kei: Then why are you coming along?

Y/N: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

Kei: I love you.

Y/N: *Zoning out* What?

Kei: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

*To Chifuyu*

Kei: Thought I was meowing back at Peke J for the past hour, but it was just me and Y/N meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Kei: Are you busy?

Y/N: Yes.

Kei: Cool, listen to this...

Kei: I got an idea!

Y/N: Does it involve breaking the law?

Kei: By now don’t you think that’s a given?

Y/N: I was just trying to be optimistic.

Kei: Don’t bother.

*About the Baji siblings*

Mitsuya: Who's in charge there?

Chifuyu: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

Y/N: I told Kei that his ears turn red when he lies.

Chifuyu: Oh, they do?

Y/N: No.

Chifuyu: Then why did you tell him that?

Y/N: Because I can do this.

Y/N: Hey Kei! Do you love us?

Kei: *With his hands over his ears* No.

Chifuyu: What would Y/N think?

Kei: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told them?

Chifuyu: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Kei: No.

Y/N: No.

Chifuyu: Didn't think so.

Kei: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Chifuyu: *Sarcastically* Oh. Yeah, sure.

Baji: What? Just go tell Y/N they're cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Chifuyu: They could hear me.

Y/N: Kill me nowwwww.

Kei: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

Y/N: *Watching Chifuyu do something stupid* Keisuke, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Kei: Hell yeah! I'm gonna-.

Y/N: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

#tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers fic #chifuyu x you #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji!reader #tokyo rev fanfic #tr fanfic #tokyorev fanfic #baji!reader x chifuyu

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smytherines · 11 months ago

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Alright. We know that Owen is trying to get Chimera's surveillance network up and global, to have "a world without agencies, a world without spies, a world without secrets."

We also know that the US government is attempting to do basically the same thing as Chimera.

Hear me out. What if it isn't that Owen doesn't care about exposing men like him and Curt. What if he's actually, in some weird way, trying to protect Curt? Or liberate him? Or at least, men like them?

Like maybe it started out as wanting to destroy Curt, as DMA he certainly wanted to kill Curt. But he didn't. I don't think he would've even if Tatiana hadn't rescued him. At least not from behind, without showing Curt who he really was first.

DMA was a role for Owen. He probably tortured a bunch of people. He probably even enjoyed it. He's kind of fucked up after breaking probably half the bones in his body and watching his partner run away before getting a building exploded on him. I think it's easier for him to be DMA than to be Owen Carvour. He is literally masking (autistic Owen headcanon for the win).

Owen has no logical reason to tell Curt about his plan or reveal who he really is after killing Von N*zi. The only possible reason is to get Curt to chase after him. So much of my Owen Carvour headcanon is based entirely on the acting choices Joey Richter makes during the staircase scene, because holy shit it is truly spectacular (obviously Curt Mega does an amazing job too, but it doesn't subvert anything about the character for me until the Big Reveal).

It looks like Owen has so much he wants to say, he has the gun on Curt for quite awhile just chattering away at him, but he's so furious and he hates Curt so much and he loves Curt so much that he can't find the words. He tries to be icy and distant and cold and condescending, but he looks... I dunno, incredibly sad? He's frustrated, like he cannot understand how Curt still worships all of this macho spy shit, working for a government that would destroy him for being gay.

My headcanon is that Owen wants to dismantle everything Curt ever believed in because what he believes in led to Owen nearly dying and Curt diving off the deep end with his alcohol use. Their governments destroy men like them, and having a surveillance network will only make that task easier. If Owen has control of that network, he'll be a God. Nobody will be able to touch him, or use his secrets against him. Maybe even somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks that he'd be able to protect them, as a couple.

Back to the acting choices, the part where Curt reminds Owen of their relationship, where he steps right into the gun and Owen lowers it (pointing it at Curt's heart, ugh) and he genuinely looks hesitant, he looks taken aback, like he didn't expect Curt to care about him or about their relationship at all anymore. And then he remembers what Curt did to him, remembers how much he suffered for Curt's hubris, maybe has a lil PTSD flashback of his own, and raises the gun back up and says "that secret died the night you left me for dead." That whole moment is just... a really tremendous acting job. He loves Curt, but he can't forgive him. He hates Curt, but he can't kill him.

It's a great scene on paper, but the choices they make here are all perfect. The staircase scene swap really drove this point home for me too, because actor Curt Mega is incredible, he nails the menace and the arrogance that are definitely part of that performance, but it's a cold read and definitely a different read on the character.

The thing that makes me an Owen Carvour apologist is how much emotion and vulnerability and uncertainty Joey Richter puts into the role. For an evil guy doing evil guy shit, he doesn't play it very arch. He does the menace and arrogance, but those aspects keep getting pushed to the background by the little breaks in his voice and the sadness in his eyes.

For me, the moment before Curt pulls the trigger, Owen looks almost... disappointed in him? Like he really thought that despite everything that has happened, that Curt would never choose to hurt him on purpose. I said it before, but it's like in some way he's still in the rubble waiting for Curt to save him. To care enough about him to save him.

I know how I interpret this show is based a lot more in acting choices and real-world politics and my political beliefs than it is in the text of the show, that this is a genre show with genre rules, but I really fucking appreciate having gay characters who were canonically in a relationship, who have enough complexity and are played with enough sincerity for people (me) to have long, involved headcanon about them.

(Also to be very very clear, actor Curt Mega does an incredible job in the staircase scene, the moments where agent Mega gets to be vulnerable and sincere are some of the best acting moments in the show and hurt every single time, when he steps into that gun I feel like I'm dying)

#tin can bros #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curtwen #joey richter #curt mega #staircase scene #why cant i stop thinking about this show #how does it get better every time I watch it #this has to be witchcraft honestly

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lixenn · 6 months ago

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Crochet corner

I'm back with my yarn babbling again, this time because I want to distract myself from thesis writing OTL

My current scarf project is still ongoing and I left it at home so I can't show any progress pictures since I'm in my dorm again (and I forgot to take some when I was still at my parents place), so I will talk about my past projects.

And when I say past, I mean past, as in I will go back to my crochet roots. You're getting my fiber artist history hot off the keyboard folks, so strap in and enjoy the ride.

Back to the beginnings

My crochet journey started way back in primary school, where tiny baby Lix made a small square creature in craft class. Basically we crocheted a square (easily done with single crochets, can be achieved by tiny people) folded it in half, sewed together the edges, stuffed it with cotton fluff stuff and sewed it shut. Put on some eyes, a nose and mouth plus fake fur as hair and hurray you made a square creature! I actually kept that thing for years, it was chilling on our radiator like a wonky guardian until it eventually got lost or thrown out (I can't remember which). I remember that the stitches were surpisingly neat for my age, which past Lix apparently couldn't replicate for years. Primary school me had talent... (unfortunately I don't have a picture of the wonky square creature or I would have showed you guys)

Deco for the win

While I did try once or twice to get back into crocheting again it never really worked out until! My mum found this website: Drops-Design. A German (?) website for knitting and crochet patterns (and lots of other stuff). She showed me some cute cupcake and coffe cup coasters and asked if I could make them. Past Lix - like current Lix - was filled with false confidence and answered with: "Yeah, sure I can try." So, my mum ordered the yarn over the website and my crochet adventures started from anew.

Fortunately for my sanity the patterns my mum asked for had video tutorials attached, otherwise I would have been utterly fucked, since I have never read a crochet pattern in my life. With the help of the video, the coasters were relatively easy to make even when I was confronted with unknown stitches and multiple colour changes. The end result didn't look nearly as nice as what the website showed but for my first few tries I was satisfied.

Once again I have no pictures available but if you want to take a look at the pattern it's here. There you can also see the finished product.

From this point onwards I started going nuts with making deco shit. All differnt kind of flowers, stars, snowflakes and bunnies. That site opened the crochet door for me and I was happy as a clam.

Granny square madness

However, times were changing once again, when my dear friend got me some yarn for Christmas.

200 g of yarn.

With colour transition.

I only ever used solid coloured yarn before and was at a loss of what to do with this gift.

And what else to do when lost in the yarn world, then look at youtube for help. Spoiler: Youtube helped tremendously as it introduced me to the glorious invention that is granny squares.

Granny squares are fun shit, they come in all kinds of different patterns and colours and you can make lots of things with them. I watched a simple tutorial on youtube and got hooked. I used my friends gift to make granny squares only to be confronted with another dilemma: What to do with those granny squares? I got max 20 squares out of these 200 g and let me tell you my dudes, that's nothing for a bigger project.

So I simply went absolutely batshit crazy, for I decided to make a patchwork granny square blanket.

Please let me remind you people that before this lapse of judgement I only worked on small projects aka things that I made in one day tops.

Once again I follow my motto: Go big or go home and ohhh boy did I go big. I went gigantic and here is proof:

That badboy is the definition of patchwork because it's made up out of FOUR different types of yarn, since I have run out of yarn SO MANY TIMES IT WAS RIDICULOUS! I needed to rebuy yarn at least five times, I was going insane. This project took me over half a year if not longer and weaving in the ends- *shudders* horrible, dreadful, hated every minute of it.

But I like the finished product, it's now chilling on my coach at my parents place, not really used all that often but still pretty.

I didn't stop with the granny squares after that clusterfuck though. Nooooooo sire~ I made a shitton of other granny square projects since I like to suffer (none of them as big as my blanket however, thank the outer gods).

Well, I certainly rambled enough for one post, I will be back with other projects in the future!

Toodles~

#crochet #fiber arts #granny squares #crochet corner #i had this post drafted in my head for ages #only managed to type it out now

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i4bellingham · 2 years ago

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I really like your fics. I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Marcus dedicates a goal to Y/N

GOAL (OF THE HEART): marcus rashford x reader

NOTE: real life situations will not align with this fic but for the sake of this fic, please ignore them :)) also, this is one of my most favorite written pieces so far i swear to god night time brings ✨ something ✨ in me when i write (but unfortunately not every night lmao)

It was such a silly promise he had made to you while growing up.

“If I score a goal for you in our game in Monday, we will have to get married when we grow up.” An ten-year old Marcus Rashford proposes, giving you his still unopened ring pop as a form of sealing the deal. You slide the candy ring to your ring finger just like where your Ma has her's. “You better score more than one then.”

“Sure.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Marcus did. He scored a hefty of goals during his time, growing tremendously on the passion he's got for football as he bagged goals after goals in his games.

There were timesㅡ a patch where he was out of form, made everything about the sport he loves grow a tad bit challenging. It also didn't help that a single mistake he had made came a wave of online hate directed towards him.

Those were the tough times, but still, you stood by his side as his best friend, his confidant, his girlfriend, the love of his life.

And as Marcus scored the final goal, one that was trivial to winning the title for The Carabao’s Cup, the silly promise he had made to you as a kid now turned into something more than just what it was, a silly little promise of a young boy who shared his dreams and passion for football to his friend, a girl next door who used to call him ‘Marc’ growing up because she couldn't be bothered to pronounce his two-syllable name, the girl who watched him practice his dribbling skills behind their muddy backyard even during the rain.

Every single Reds fans erupted into a holler of cheers, uniting as one as they waved the huge red Manchester United banner, popping every red confetti as they cheered for the victory of their team.

Every player, Ten Hag and a few of the team staff were huddled near the box, almost squashing your boyfriend underneath as they celebrated his goal. You can see a few tear-streaked faces from where you're sat, most probably from the win and finally ending the 5-year drought of not winning a single title in different cups as you yourself wipe tears off from your own eyes.

The guys, after a little while of congratulating and dapping each other stood and formed a line in front of their very enthusiastic and supportive fans, some waved, some bowed and some gave away flying kisses before walking off to find their own families.

Due to some schedule conflicts, Marcus’ family wasn't able to watch this game live, leaving you to watch him play and support him on the stead of his family. One single look through your Instagram, they were of course already the first one's to congratulate your boyfriend, posting lengthy messages with photos of their tele as they watch the game from their homes.

On your peripheral vision, you see the man of the game jogging towards your seat, and you immediately jump up, shoving your phone into your back pocket before meeting Marcus from behind the barricade as he reaches both arms out to wrap around your waist.

“Oh my god! I am so proud of you!” You gush against his neck, cupping his face before kissing him on both cheeks.

Marcus takes the liberty of connecting your lips together before you could get any far. You wrap both hands behind his neck, ignoring his sweaty state as he pulls away just to pick you up from behind the barricade that separates you both and placing you on the ground in front of him. Then he kisses you hard again, fervent but not bruising.

“Do you remember my promise when we were ten?” He asks, glancing towards where Sancho was approaching.

You scrunch your nose, patting his chest. “You have made a handful of promises Mr. Rashford, you may have to remind me on this one.”

You cheekily smile at him, teasing because he knew that you knew. But as always, the challenge was welcomed.

Sancho arrives, wrapping an arm over your boyfriend’s shoulder and with a few pats on the back and a ‘good luck mate,’ he leaves the two of you alone but not before shooting you a knowing smile.

“I scored a goal for you...” Marcus takes his hand that was behind him, showing you a small red velvet box, then he kneels and opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring over a golden band and you're cupping a palm over your mouth. “In a Monday game... so will you please do give me the honor of being your husband?”

Freely, the tears start to fall on your cheeks, the sound of the fans who were seeing the moment live cheered as you had Marcus kneeling on the ground before you.

“I didn’t score more than one goal today but, I was hoping I’d score your yes with this one because as cheesy as this may sound, that's one of my goals since I was ten...” Marcus laughs when you sob against your palm, failing to wipe away your tears but you move to wipe his when the first one fell on his cheek.

You didn't say yes, not immediately but you did nod your head before a shaky yes, yes Marcus I’ll marry you leaves your lips, tackling your boyfriend to the ground as he loops an arm around your waist whilst you're nuzzling your face against his chest, sobbing.

“You’re so cheesy but I love you.” You hiccup, raising your head just to see the herd of football players rushing to your way most likely to congratulate you.

Marcus flicks a stray hair out of your face, cupping your right cheek before he's slipping the ring in your ring finger, just like where your Ma has her's, and he's leaning down to kiss your lips, never mind the salty taste of tears on his tongue.

“You promise?” Marcus smiles as he parts, using the pad of his thumb to wipe your cheeks.

You nod, connecting your foreheads together as you answer. “I promise.”

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̼ ֹ ⠀ ͎꒷ FINAL CHARPER ⠀ ﹙ ❤︎ ﹚⠀୨୧ __ ｡ﾟ✿ Xica X Baldwin IV

Firts, I want to thank everyone for reading this story, I know that perhaps it did not have the best writing, or the best development, I hope that Baldwin's next story is better than this one, I have learned about my mistakes, however I feel proud that I have managed to Many of you like it. I love you for dedicating your time to reading my story. I hope to see you in the following projects. Here find the endings in this post you found the happy ending Below in the titles you will find the other endings Final Canon Alternative ending

Jerusalem had seen darker days, but it had also experienced moments of peace and prosperity. Baldwin and Xica, united by love and responsibility for their kingdom, had enjoyed these times of relative calm to the fullest. Life, although punctuated by the occasional setback, had become peaceful. Xica kept abreast of the state of other lands and, thanks to Balian's administration, Ibelin flourished virtuously.

However, on the kingdom's border, tensions were beginning to rise. The Knights Templar, under the command of Reynald de Chatillon and Guy de Lusignan, were preparing to attack a Saracen caravan, which threatened to break the fragile peace agreement with Saladin.

The throne room was filled with uproar. An assembly of the powers of the country had met, established as the House of Commons. The Templars and Guy's party on one side, the Hospitallers and the Loyalists on the other. King Baldwin, wearing a silver mask, stared at Guy and Tiberias, who stood before him.

—Maybe Reynald attacked a caravan. But what about that? War is inevitable. Peace... unnatural.

—It wasn't a caravan. It was an army heading to Bethlehem to desecrate the birthplace of Our Lord.

—Reynald, with the Templars, I'm sure...

-Lie! Lie!

—...they have broken the king's promise of peace. Saladin will come to this kingdom...

—Tiberias knows more than a Christian should know about Saladin's intentions.

The uproar among the barons increased. Tiberias approached Guy.

-What are you saying?

—That you love the Saracens.

A close moment. Tiberias very close to Guy.

—That I prefer to live with people than kill them is undoubtedly the reason why you are alive.

—That type of Christianity has its uses. I guess.

—We can't have a war with Saladin. We won't win it. And yes, we don't want it.

—Blasfemia, blasfemia.

The room was silent. A messenger entered. He advanced and spoke to the king. Baldwin raised his masked face.

—Saladin has crossed the Jordan. With two hundred thousand men.

—He will go to Kerak first.

The king began to get up.

—Gather the army.

—Your majesty... If you travel, you will die.

Guy, upon hearing this, seemed pleased.

—Gather the army.

Xica approached her husband, worried.

—Baldwin, I can't allow you to go alone. Let me accompany you on the way. I fear for your life.

Baldwin looked at Xica, seeing the love and concern in her eyes.

—Very good, Xica. Accompany me. Your presence will give me strength.

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**Meanwhile, in Kerak, Balian and his men prepared to defend the fortress from Saladin's troops. Although brave, they were few compared to the great Saracen army.**

Balian looked past Imad towards higher ground, watching the arrival of Saladin's army. A huge line of men, mounted and dismounted, in perfect order, each section with its banner.

—And ours, my lord.

Imad looked in another direction. In the distance, far away, I saw the gleam of steel in the dust. He climbed onto his horse to get a better look.

—Tell my lord Saladin that Jerusalem has arrived.

The army of the Kingdom of Jerusalem advanced. The king rode in his litter next to the Holy Cross, covered in gold and jewels, through the dust. Five hundred knights were marching towards the relief of Kerak, flanked and protected by five thousand spearmen and crossbowmen. The army was a moving picture, tremendously disciplined. Guy was with the army.

Imad looked through the dust. A man broke away from the Muslim line and rode beside them. A small, thin, unarmed figure, in simple clothing. He examines Balian, his wounded men, and then Imad.

—Withdraw your cavalry.

The horns sounded and the Muslims retreated, leaving Balian and his men wounded and breathless in the valley with a perfect view of the events.

The Jerusalem army made an "evolution" and in one movement transformed into a battle line, facing the Muslim army, about a quarter of a mile away. Riding out of the dust... in Balian's view, the king appeared.

Baldwin, a brilliant horseman, was using every ounce of strength he still possessed to not only remain in the saddle but also to appear as if he were still a living man, when in reality, he was essentially already dead. He rode in front of his army and raised the palm of his hand when he arrived before Saladin. Xica was at the king's side, helping him in case he relapsed.

Saladin advanced himself, so that they were very close.

—I pray that you retire unharmed to Damascus.

Saladin advanced, looking closely at the dying king. He knew how much effort this had cost the man.

—Reynaldo de Chatillon will be punished. I swear. Stand down or we'll all die here.

Saladin looked at the Jerusalem army. Then to the king.

—I'll send you to my doctors.

The king lowered his head only for a moment.

—Do we have terms?

—We have terms.

The masked king returned with his army.

Parts of the Arab force were withdrawing. Balian and his surviving men, released to cheers from the battlements, rode toward the castle gates, which opened.

Balian and his men staggered in, cheered by the peasants they had saved. Reynald appeared in the crowd.

—You would have given me more mouths to feed and more shit to throw over the wall. You have a lot to learn about sieges.

Reynald patted him on the arm.

—But that was magnificent.

Balian looked for Sibylla in the crowd, but was unable to approach her. He removed the ring from his chain from the collar of his armor and kissed it. Sibylla nodded.

Reynald knew he was in for this. He drank the last of the wine.

The king painfully got up from his chair with the help of Xica. The trip had left him almost without strength. The king, walking towards Reynald, dragging one leg, took off his turban and let it fall to the ground. He walked towards Reynald and took off his mask. We didn't see the king's destroyed face, but Reynald did.

—I am Jerusalem. Will you give me the kiss of peace, Reynald?

The king extended a ruined hand, with a ring on what was left of one finger. Reynald kissed the hand. The king hit him with a stick.

The king, as a tear fell, closed his eyes.

-What are you looking at?

-A dead man. Reynald de Chatillon, you are arrested and condemned.

The king was laid down in his litter by Xica and the men. A mouthful of medicine was poured into his mouth through the mask. The king gestured to Balian.

—If you continue as you are, I will appoint you Marshal of Jerusalem. What do you think about that?

Before Balian could respond, the king's litter was taken away. Tiberias was at Balian's side.

—When a man says something on the verge of sleep, you can dismiss it. When a king says it, it will happen. Mark yourself.

Xica watched the scene with a heavy heart. Recent events had tested not only Baldwin's strength, but also his love and leadership. Baldwin's health was visibly declining, and the fear of losing him filled her. Her concern for her husband was constant, and she knew that the road ahead would be arduous and full of challenges.

But in the midst of her worry, Xica also felt a renewed determination. Baldwin's promise to make Balian Marshal of Jerusalem was a ray of hope. With Balian at the helm, the kingdom had a chance to survive the dark times ahead.

Xica decided that she would not let fear dominate her. He would accompany Baldwin every step of the way, fighting by his side until the end. He knew that, together, they could face any adversity, because their love and commitment to

the kingdom were stronger than any external threat.

As he looked at Baldwin, masked and weakened, a deep resolve settled in his heart. She would not allow her husband and his kingdom to fall without a fight. The battle for Jerusalem was not over, and with the strength of love and justice, they would continue forward, facing whatever fate had in store for them.

HAPPY FINAL

The return to Jerusalem was more than exhausting for Baldwin. The disease had advanced relentlessly, and the king was worse than ever. He could barely stand and each breath was a monumental effort. Xica did not leave his side, her concern was palpable. The doctors were quick to give a gloomy prognosis: he had little life left.

The room was dark, barely lit by candles. Baldwin lay in his bed, his face hidden behind the silver mask, his trembling hands gripping the sheets. Xica, sitting next to him, held his hand, her eyes filled with tears that refused to fall.

"I can't lose you, Baldwin," Xica whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Baldwin, with an effort, turned his head towards her. Although the mask hid his face, Xica could feel the intensity of his gaze.

"My love... my queen..." Baldwin said in a weak voice. We've been through so much. If this is my end, I face it with peace in my heart, because I have you.

—No, Baldwin. It's not your end. We will fight, as we always have. “I will not give up,” Xica stated with determination.

The days passed with anguish. The doctors were doing everything they could, but Baldwin's health continued to deteriorate. The court was in a state of uncertainty, and the tension was palpable.

Xica stood firm, not allowing fear to dominate her. He remembered all the battles they had faced together, all the obstacles they had overcome. She wasn't about to give up now.

One night while caring for Baldwin, a thought arose in her mind: love and hope were powerful forces. With renewed resolve, he began to pray, asking for strength and healing. He also organized a chain of prayers throughout Jerusalem, involving all the kingdom's religions, asking for the king's life.

Against all odds, Baldwin began to show signs of improvement. His fever subsided, and his breathing became more stable. The surprised doctors couldn't fully explain it, but Xica knew it was a miracle, an answer to her prayers and her unbreakable love.

Each day, Baldwin regained a little more strength. Xica read him poetry, reminding him of happy days, and they talked about their dreams for the future. Baldwin, although still weak, found comfort and strength in his wife's voice and the love they shared.

Time passed and the kingdom of Jerusalem changed with it. Guy de Lusignan was dethroned, and Balian, renowned for his bravery and wisdom, married Sibylla. Together, they led with justice and compassion, restoring peace and prosperity to the kingdom.

The young prince, who had been ill, also recovered and took his place at court, prepared to continue his family's legacy.

Arik and Ariella, the children of Baldwin and Xica, grew up strong and wise, ready to assume the throne. Under the tutelage of their parents and Balian, they learned the art of leadership and the importance of justice and mercy.

IN T. THE THRONE ROOM. JERUSALEM. DAY

The throne room was filled with life and expectation. It was the day of Arik and Ariella's coronation. Baldwin, though visibly aged, stood tall, his mask now only a relic of the past, his face marked by years but with an expression of deep pride.

Xica, next to him, looked radiant. They had survived every test that fate had thrown at them, and today was a day of celebration and triumph.

“Today is a historic day,” Baldwin said, his voice echoing in the room. My children, Arik and Ariella, are prepared to lead this kingdom into a future of peace and prosperity.

Arik and Ariella, both dressed in ceremonial attire, approached their parents. Ariella's eyes shone with determination and Arik held his father's gaze reverently.

—Father, mother, we have learned so much from you. “We promise to rule with justice and honor,” Arik said.

"And with love and compassion," Ariella added.

Applause filled the room as Arik and Ariella were crowned the new kings of Jerusalem. Baldwin and Xica, holding hands, looked proudly at their children. They had done their duty and their legacy would live on.

Baldwin and Xica strolled slowly through the palace gardens, enjoying the serenity of the moment.

"We have lived so long, my love," Baldwin said, gently squeezing Xica's hand. I am grateful for every day with you.

—And I with you, Baldwin. We have built something beautiful, something that will last.

Baldwin stopped, looking at Xica tenderly.

—Our love has been our strength. And now, our children will continue what we started.

Xica smiled, her eyes shining with tears of happiness.

—Yes, Baldwin. We have achieved what seemed impossible. And now, we can enjoy the peace we long for.

The two embraced each other, feeling each other's warmth, knowing that, despite all the adversities, their love had prevailed. And as they looked out over the horizon, they knew that the future of Jerusalem was in good hands, thanks to the strength and love they had shared over the years.

The sun was beginning to set, coloring the sky in shades of gold and pink. Baldwin and Xica walked slowly through the palace gardens, surrounded by flowers that seemed to bow toward them in silent reverence. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the distant song of birds created a peaceful symphony.

"I remember the day I met you," Baldwin said, his voice low and full of nostalgia. I never imagined that that young African slave would become the queen of my heart and this kingdom.

Xica smiled, her eyes shining with memories.

—And I never imagined that the sick young king would become the love of my life, the man who would defy death itself for his people and for me.

They stopped by a small pond, watching the goldfish swim in the clear water. Baldwin took Xica's hands in his, his blue eyes, although marked by years, still filled with the same passion of yesteryear.

"We have faced wars, betrayals, and disease," Baldwin continued. We have lost friends and gained allies. But through it all, your love has been my anchor, my guide in the storm.

Xica clenched his hands tightly, his gaze fixed on Baldwin's eyes.

—And you have been my strength, Baldwin. When all seemed lost, you always found a way to keep going. Together we have built something beautiful, something that will last beyond our lives.

Baldwin smiled, a tear rolling down his cheek.

—Our children, Arik and Ariella, will continue our legacy. And I know that they will govern with the same justice and compassion that has guided us.

They looked at the horizon, where the first stars were beginning to shine in the twilight sky. The future unfolded before them, full of hope and promise.

"We have seen so much, lived so much," Xica murmured. And now, we can enjoy the peace we have longed for.

Baldwin nodded, his heart full of gratitude.

-Yes my love. We have achieved what seemed impossible. And now, we can rest knowing that our kingdom is in good hands.

They embraced each other, their hearts beating in unison, as the world around them was filled with deep peace. They had faced every trial that fate had thrown at them, and together, they had prevailed.

A FEW YEARS LATER IN T. THRONE ROOM. JERUSALEM. DAY

The throne room was filled with dignitaries and citizens, all gathered to celebrate a historic moment. Arik and Ariella, now kings, sat on their thrones, proudly observing their parents, who sat in ceremonial chairs beside them.

Baldwin, although visibly weaker, smiled with satisfaction. Xica, at his side, radiated serenity and deep happiness. His sons had led the kingdom to new heights of prosperity and peace.

“Today is a day of celebration,” Arik declared, his voice echoing through the room. A day to honor our parents, who have taught us the true meaning of leadership and love.

Ariella stood up, her gaze fixed on Baldwin and Xica.

—Father, mother, this kingdom is a testament to your bravery and sacrifice. Thanks to you, Jerusalem is strong and its children will follow your example.

Applause filled the room as Baldwin and Xica stood, greeting the crowd humbly. The two held hands, feeling the weight of the years and shared experiences.

Later, Baldwin and Xica met again in the gardens, enjoying the peaceful sunset. The flowers, trees and the gentle murmur of the water created an atmosphere of peace and contemplation.

"We've come a long way, my love," Baldwin said, his voice soft and heavy with emotion. And now, we can see the fruit of our efforts.

Xica nodded, her eyes filled with tears of happiness.

—Yes, Baldwin. We have built a legacy that will last. And most importantly, we have found the love and peace we always dreamed of.

They sat on a stone bench, watching the sun set behind the mountains. Golden light bathed the landscape, and in that moment, everything seemed perfect.

"I will always love you, Baldwin," Xica whispered.

Baldwin took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.

—And I will always love you, Xica. Until the last breath and beyond.

They hugged each other, their hearts beating in unison, knowing that they had fulfilled their destiny. Together, they had faced adversity, found true love, and left a legacy of hope and justice.

And as the sun faded over the horizon, Baldwin and Xica knew that, no matter what, they would always be together, united by a love that neither time nor death could separate.

Now elderly, they walked slowly along the main path of the garden. Their steps were slower, but their faces were illuminated by a smile of serenity and lasting love. Age had left its mark on them, with gray hair and life lines marked on their faces, but the light in their eyes remained the same as always.

Xica stopped next to a rose bush and tenderly touched a flower. The skin of his hands, although wrinkled, still showed an intrinsic elegance. Baldwin stayed by her side, looking at his wife with admiration and love.

“I remember when we planted these rose bushes,” said Xica, her voice soft and full of nostalgia. They were so small, and now they are so great.

Baldwin nodded, resting his hand on Xica's shoulder.

"Just like us," he replied. We have grown together, strengthening and flourishing over time.

They sat on the stone bench where they used to rest, enjoying the sunset that painted the sky with shades of orange and purple. Xica leaned against the back of the bench, while Baldwin settled next to her, putting his arm around her.

—Do you remember the day we met? Baldwin asked, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

Xica smiled, her eyes full of sweetness.

-How to forget it. I never imagined that that meeting would be the beginning of such a wonderful life. You have been my anchor and my guide, Baldwin.

Baldwin looked at her tenderly, his fingers intertwined with Xica's.

—And you have been my light in the darkness, Xica. In every challenge and every triumph, your love has been my strength.

They stayed silent, enjoying the quiet moment. The sun was slowly setting, and the sky was filled with bright stars. The garden, now a place of peace and reflection, seemed a reflection of the life they had built together.

Later, in the palace hall, Baldwin and Xica were surrounded by their children, Arik and Ariella, as well as their grandchildren. The family gathered to share a family dinner, celebrating not only life, but also the legacy that continued.

Arik, now a mature and wise man, raised his glass in a toast.

—For our parents, who have guided with wisdom and love. Thanks to them, our kingdom has prospered and found peace.

Ariella, with an affectionate look at her parents, added:

—His love and sacrifice have been the basis of everything we are. We are eternally grateful.

Baldwin and Xica looked at each other, their hearts full of pride and love. Their children and grandchildren were a testament to their life together, and the kingdom was in good hands.

After dinner, Baldwin and Xica went to the balcony of their room, where they sat down again on the stone bench. The night sky was dotted with stars, and the full moon illuminated the landscape with a soft, magical light.

-It is not beautiful? —said Xica, looking at the starry sky—. It's like the universe is celebrating with us.

Baldwin smiled, his eyes shining with a serene light.

—Yes, it's beautiful. But the most beautiful thing of all is the life we have shared, the love we have built and the legacy we have left.

Xica leaned down and kissed Baldwin on the cheek, their love unchanging despite the passage of time.

—You will always be my greatest treasure, Baldwin. And I will always be by your side, in every dawn and every dusk.

Baldwin hugged her, their hearts beating in perfect sync. They looked up at the night sky together, knowing that their love had transcended time and that, despite the difficulties, they had found true happiness.

“Together, we have lived a full life,” Baldwin said, his voice thick with emotion. And in every memory, in every shared moment, we find eternity.

They stood in silence, enjoying the peace and quiet of the night, knowing that, in the end, their love had been the greatest victory of all.

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