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hockeyandhrsepwr · 2 years

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Off the Sea

Charles Leclerc x yachtie reader

CharlesLeclerc

Charlesleclerc Big thanks to RivaYacht for the fun this summer (and yntakestheseas)

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yntakestheseas Are you thanking me for fun too or thanking them for me?? #Confuzzled

LandoNorris I mean, you did meet because of them

ArthurLeclerc true dat

yntakestheseas no one asked you gremlins

Charlesleclerc be nice to the children!

Bestie you should be thanking me for convincing her to give you a chance

yntakestheseas It didn’t take much convincing

Bestie Babe, i remember differently

yntakestheseas 🤫, he thinks he has swag.

Joris Doesn't even give me photo creds

yntakestheseas Thanks for the photos J!! 📸Always happy to have you around

Joris at least someone appreciates me 👍

Charlesleclerc

Charlesleclerc 4 years of bliss. Happy Anniversary mon amour 💕💕

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yntakestheseas Happy anniversary lover boy 🫶❤️

Fan4 4 Years!?

yntakestheseas we were trying to be private, and it would’ve worked too if it wasn’t for that meddling gossip account!

Charlesleclerc did you just steal a villain speech from Scooby Doo?

yntakestheseas and what if I did?🤨

CarlosSainz55 The two of you are sickeningly cute

yntakestheseas aw, thanks buddy 😘

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas guys help me to convince Charles that we need this

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Charlesleclerc babe stop being ridiculous

yntakestheseas just imagine how cool we'll look whipping around the port in this bad boy!!

Charlesleclerc who is we? Because it sure as hell won’t be me

PierreGasly I vote yes, but just so I can make fun of him

ScudderiaFerrari Its a yes from us!

Fan847 omg please!

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas Monaco nights with Bestie

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Bestie never a dull moment with you!!

yntakestheseas you know you love it

LandoNorris next time don't drag me out with you

Bestie you begged to be invited

CharlesLeclerc God my girl is a stunner 😍

yntakestheseas she is isn’t she?

PierreGasly did you seriously just compliment yourself?

Yntakestheseas if you’ve got it flaunt it. And says you mr photo dump

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas Cheers to the best crew ever, I’m gonna miss you guys

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Stew2 best boss ever

yntakestheseas Aw, I love you sm!!

BoatCapJoe sure I can’t convince you to come back?

yntakestheseas not this time Joe!! Its been amazing working with you over the last 3 years though

BoatCapJoe We’ll miss you but you’re moving on to better things!!

Deck37 Will miss working & nights out with you!

yntakestheseas ill miss you too!! We’ll catch up next time you’re around

User74 what do you do for the winter when yachting? I’m interested in the industry!

yntakestheseas a lot of yachties go and do the Caribbean season which starts around November, do other seasonal jobs like skiing or go home until the following April. I personally stick around Europe (there is still work) and usually end up doing couple of trips to Dubai or the Seychelles, it really just depends on who you work for! But good luck! Its a great job to have

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas yacht girl summer

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PierreGasly isn’t every summer technically that for you?

yntakestheseas yes but no.

Bestie girlie is thriving

yntakestheseas its a hard life. Although the service is a bit shit

ArthurLeclerc thats rude

yntakestheseas you dropped a whole bottle of champagne on me! And a cup of coffee

ArthurLeclerc THAT WASNT ME!!

yntakestheseas well it wasn’t a ghost

CharlesLeclerc Sure it wasn’t ArthurLeclerc

F1fan so she’s just using Charles for his money then?

Fan23 let her live, she clearly has worked hard

yntakestheseas actually babe, I had a week off because the boat I work on needed some repairs which is why I decided to join my boyfriend on holiday if thats okay with you?

Ferrari23 ooh, get them queen

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The New F1 season is getting underway as drivers head to Bahrain. The question on everyone mind, will we get a Y/N sighting in the paddock this year? Since her relationship with the Ferrari driver was exposed this past summer, can we expect our favourite stewardess to make an appearance & support her boyfriend?

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Well folks, we're into May now and no y/n sightings. is there trouble in paradise for the fan favourite couple?

Fan56 dude they were private for nearly 4 years. just because she hasn't been spotted doesn't mean they've broken up.

f1user omg just let her exist in peace!! she's probably working

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas This'll be the first summer since I started yachting at 18 that I'm not on a boat, but 9 years later it’s time for a new adventure with my favourite person by my side 🫶

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Charlesleclerc no one I’d rather do this with mon amour

Ferrarifan84 Oh my god what!!!

Bestie Mama mode!!! Can't wait to meet the little one

yntakestheseas They can't wait to meet favourite auntie!!

Aurthurleclerc Favourite uncle loading!

Lorenzotl sure

PierreGasly dibs on godfather!

Carlossainz55 I don’t think so mate

CharlesLeclerc it’s neither of you

SebastianVettel Congratulations! You’re going to be amazing parents

yntakestheseas Thank you Seb!!

LandoNorris Can I babysit!!

yntakestheseas absolutely not

LewisHamilton Can I?

yntakestheseas Absolutely, as long as Roscoe comes to visit

LandoNorris 😮

Fan565 dad Charles era!!!!

F1gossip holy crap

Estebanocon Congrats!!!

yntakestheseas Merci Estie<3

ScudderiaFerrari New driver to sign!! Congratulations guys

Pascale_leclerc grateful he found you & can’t wait to welcome them into the world

yntakestheseas Love you Pascale!! Youre going to be the best grandma to little bean

Ferrarifan not what I expected but a slay nevertheless

xxx

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #jjs insta edits #formula 1 imagine #f1 instagram au #formula one

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onboardsorasora · 8 months

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Sora, hear me out. What do you think about MobWife!Daniel AU?

Bestie... I feel like you knew I was trying to sidestep this and you put it in my path like a rock or a banana peel for me to trip over. I know you did! you know what? I saw it and I still tripped because I am clumsy!

So far I don't have many thots on mob wife Daniel, only like a visual vibe. I wish I could draw or do digital art because I think he would be breathtaking. either way, here is some of my vibe written down.

Mob wife Daniel would 1000% be Renault era Daniel. There’s just a level of cunt he served in 2019 that cannot be spoken about enough. Gucci all day, because he is a Gucci boy. He wears his fave rings and chains all the time. He’s always dressed so nicely– even if it's a big tshirt and shorts. He always looks put together and fuckable.

He’d be married to Christian, he got married young like a good Italian boy to someone who would take care of him. And Christian does take care of him, Daniel knows about the business but he doesn’t get his hands dirty. He’s an unknown secret keeper, he knows where the safehouses are and there are accounts in his name in case the feds try anything.

He’s also fucking Max, his new bodyguard.

Christian takes care of all of his needs and Max takes care of the ones Christian forgets about.

Christian knows about Max– he has eyes everywhere– but Christian wants Daniel to be happy, and if this makes him happy then so be it. Besides, Max is a ruthless killer so he also wants to keep him happy.

They’d probably argue about dumb shit, and Daniel isn’t afraid to get loud because he knows Christian won’t hurt him. Because Max won’t let him. It’s a fucked up polycule where Daniel gets everything he wants– as he should.

I imagine one of the arguments is like at dinner time and Christian is complaining about how someone never did a good job with keeping a hit quiet and Daniel is annoyed because he didn’t want to hear about it because they had better things to talk about– like going on a trip.

“Christian please! All day I watched Marta slave over this dinner and all you can talk about his fuckin Jev. Look, we made your favourite! Did you even like notice that? No! Jeepers!” Daniel throws his napkin down and gets up, his chains glint in the soft light. Christian stares at the long line of his throat and the small hollow of his clavicle. Christian leans back in his chair and rests an elbow on the arm.

“Are you finished?”

“No! Because you promised– just like you promised me a vacation but here we fuckin’ are.” Daniel puts his hands on his hips. Max continues eating his meal between them.

“Where do you want to go?” Christian asks, because it was easier to give Daniel what he truly wanted.

“You said we’d go to Seychelles. I even bought new swimsuits.” Daniel doesn’t exactly whine, but he does pout and bat his eyelashes. Max bites back his snort, Christian catches it of course.

“How’d they look?” Christian asks Max, nodding over to him.

“You’d like them.” Max confirms. He doesn’t need to tell Christian that Daniel sucked his dick while trying them on.

“Put them on for me tonight, if I like em we can go to Seychelles.” Christian bargains, he watches the slow grin that takes over Daniel’s beautiful face. Daniel saunters over and kisses Christian filthily before walking away. Christian, of course, swats his ass as he goes.

Of course Daniel gets what he wants and Christian’s assistant books the trip. Christian might be always busy, but he makes time for Daniel. They don’t always fuck, but when they do, Daniel is a docile dove afterward. Because Christian knows how Daniel likes to be fucked, he knows what makes his wife happy.

part 2?

#thats all I have to say #(for now? who knows with me)#but this wasn't at all where I thought about going with this until I got here lol #actually considered having Daniel be married to Lewis..#anyway mob wife dan #maxiel #max/daniel #christian/daniel #hornciardo? what is their ship name?#almost fic #ficlet #mobwife daniel #answered #anonymous

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 years

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Okay guys time for my absolutely unhinged thoughts okay?

There’s an extra who is in like literally every fucking scene. He talks to almost everyone in the entire main cast, he sits next to Vincent at meals, he eats chips before the ball and gets pulled into someone’s room, he’s on the rowing team but doesn’t have the fancy turtleneck shirt that most of them do, he’s talking to August about Seychelles and laughing along with Nils and Vincent as if he were with them on the trip, he 100% caught August making googoo eyes at Sara and i simply would not be surprised if he somehow figured out Wilmon too. He is literally fucking everywhere.

He has no name and no lines but more screen time that fucking Alexander does. The actors name is Maximus. I’ve found him on instagram but I do not follow him because he only has 1k followers and I’m not going to be that person.

Anyway, point of this is, I have named him Johan and @insomnaticwilmon and i have given him the most elaborate backstory, so.

Everyone meet Johan.

#young royals #johan young royals #<- his name is not actually Johan that’s just what I call him #unhinged zee hours

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soupandflowers · 6 months

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School Dance - Day 1

Made a Tumblr solely for @hongiceweek!!! This is probably all what this will Tumblr contain. I have not written for in years and this is the first that I have so? Please be kind about it. It was really difficult for what I wanted the first half, not to mention I had to cut things out from what I originally planned from my outline. But, I definitely did had an easier time around the second half. Maybe it's noticeable. Or not. Anyways this is set in nation verse. Sorry for the late submission! I'll probably get this uploaded to AO3 when I have a proper account, but please enjoy it here. Tags: Iceland, Hong Kong, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, hurt/comfort, nationverse, school dance, idk how this works Also 3,432 thousand words woops The Gang Joins In a School Dance!

As the group strolls their way down the dusk streets of London, damp lawns are dotted with blooming flowerheads and the clouds reflect the skies’ gradient sunset colors above as if the neighborhood matched the group’s enthusiasm. The friends excitedly babble amongst themselves chatting about the evening that awaits them.

Well, save for Iceland.

As the sounds of muffled music, dancing, and obnoxious teenagers grow near, Iceland doubts swell and he shoots one more look at Hong Kong, who coolly keeps a steady stroll. Now, Iceland trusts Hong Kong, that’s for sure, but what he isn’t sure about is this boy’s ability to abide by the law and not risk himself getting arrested for it, nevertheless to add his friends to the equation.

And added to the equation that Iceland himself has been unfortunately added to. When Hong Kong called and invited Iceland to a questionable plan, he shot down the idea. Determined to change his mind, Hong Kong had spent the next 10 minutes trying to persuade his best friend to go- in which proved to be ultimately ineffective. However, to his dismay, the rest of his Nordic brothers overheard the conversation and, sold by Hong Kong's idea, they too collectively pestered Iceland to go. Outnumbered, he reluctantly agreed.

Fast forward to now, his reluctance still hasn't changed. Iceland, who once again is wondering if this is the best way to spend his little free time, glances warily ahead at the chirpy other three, who are now all flaunting in their best attire.

“Lili! Let me help you out with your bow!”, exclaims Seychelles as she trots behind a flustered Liechtenstein . Hong Kong chuckles in their direction as he strolls alongside them. Hong Kong is sporting one of his best suits from England, while Seychelles nearly trips over her glittery blue long-dress, Liechtenstein fiddles with her rose colored and frilly outfit and as for Iceland… he opted for his world meeting attire.

As they near the high school building, Iceland slows to a halt. At his pause- the rest of the group turns back to look at him in confusion.

"Okay, Leon, are you actually sure about this?", stresses Iceland. "Because getting me to come here is one thing, but do you have any idea how we're actually going to enter?"

Hong Kong only returns a puzzled look.

"I mean, surely these people would realize we’re not actually students, right? That they realize who we actually are and we’re not supposed to be here."

"Yeah and? That's fine.” Hong Kong turns and continues walking. “The worst that happens is that we get turned away. We'll just find some other way to crash."

“What the hell do you mean “crash!?” Iceland catches up next to him with the girls following right behind them. “If we get caught, our bosses are going to give us hell for intruding amongst humans, especially in a private event!”

“Um, he’s got a point..”, Liechtenstein timidly adds. Hong Kong shrugs and passes Iceland, striding forward to the gym entrance.

"No- You can’t just waltz right in...” And then Hong Kong proceeds to waltz right in.

Iceland’s face scrunches in disbelief. He watches his best friend disappear into the crowd.

Seychelles, not wanting to miss out, takes Liechtenstein's wrist and brushes past Iceland, eagerly following Hong Kong’s lead.

Iceland was left dumbstruck and he stood there for a solid minute.

Through the entrance, colored spotlights flash accompanied by blaring party music, as voices of mingling students contribute to the racket.

Iceland cringes warily at the immense atmosphere. He heaves a frustrated sigh and subsides into the crowd to find the others.

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As Iceland navigates his way through the gym, the music is blaring in his ears and already he feels suffocated by the swarm of people around him. Not even too long into the event and he already feels like all the noise and lights is trying to burst his head open. Hoping to find a familiar face soon, he scans the room as he struggles his way through the crowd. Fortunately, he didn’t need to take very long.

To his left, he spots Liechtenstein in the corner- who is hovering by the food stand and warily looking amongst the party around her.

He pushes his way through the crowd and upon approach, Liechtenstein’s shoulders lowers in his presence. Iceland returns with a polite gesture and glances around Liechtenstein.

He raises an eyebrow, “Where’s Jaqueline? Weren’t you with her?”

Liechtenstein blinks. “Oh, Jaqueline? We were together, but she got caught up in the crowd.. And then I couldn’t find her.”

“Really? I know she wanders off easily, but I didn’t think she would leave you behind like that.”

“I don’t think she meant to do so.”, she sighs. “But regardless I tried looking for her and I cannot find her…” Iceland places a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Ah geez. Well, at the very least we can look for her together. In which.. have you seen Leon as well?” “Uhh..”, before she could begin her sentence their conversation is immediately interrupted by Seychelles bursting from the crowd, waving her hand up high and smiling and running up to the pair.

“Lili! Lili, Lili, Lili!”, smiles Seychelles. She runs up to her and takes both of her hands, holding it and starts apologizing profusely. “I am sososososooooo sorry for leaving you behind like that! I tried to find you but I got swept away and I was like freaking out because we got separated and I tried to asking others for help but there was this really mean group of boys who were so rude for no reason and then these girls came along and-” “Yo, Jaque!!”, shouts an unfamiliar voice. A teenage girl in a seafoam dress also emerges as well with 4 other girls trailing behind her. “Where did you go, and-”, Seafoam glances behind Seychelles. ”Oh my gosh, is this your friend who you were talking about? Oh my god she is so adorable!!”

Liechtenstein smiles nervously and blushes, as the other girls surround her and start showering her with compliments and questions about herself and her attire, as Seychelles looks proudly at her best friend.

Meanwhile, Iceland is to the side watching the girls’ shenanigans unfold, unsure what to say, especially not when he didn’t understand the social manners of the opposite gender.

He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing the girls interact and socialize with ease makes Iceland a little bit envious. People is something that Iceland has yet to figure out completely.

“Oh!” Seychelles looks past the girls and finally notices Iceland. “I didn’t even notice you were there!” “Oh, uh- don’t worry about it, it’s fine”, shrugs Iceland, trying to play it off. Seychelles steers off from the group and trots towards Iceland.

“I didn’t actually think you would come join.” “Well, I don’t know”, Iceland’s brow furrows. “I’m only here because I got dragged to it in the first place, alright? Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what else to do with my time.”

Seychelles grins and places a hand on Iceland’s shoulder. “Well, I’m sure happy that you decided to come along, Emil! It’s not very often that we get to hang out, do we?” “I guess so, but I’m still not very sure of this.” “About getting caught? I don’t think it’s been an issue so far.” “No, not that- well, yes, actually you’re not wrong about that but like”- he puts his hand on his chin. “I’m not used to events like these, especially with a lot of people at once.”

“Hm? But there’s always the world meetings and you’ve never had any issues with that?”

“That’s because I’m with my brothers. Outside of you, Lili, and Leon, the only people that I’ve interacted with were out of diplomacy- not for getting to know them.”

“Well…”, Seychelles smiles widen and her eyes meets Iceland’s. “Then why don’t we try helping you with that?”

“What?” Suddenly, Seychelles turns out and cups her mouth with her hands.

“HEY GUYS!!”, Seychelles calls out to her new profound friends who were exchanging accessories amongst each other. “COME MEET MY OTHER BEST FRIEND!!”

Iceland falters back and his face flushes in surprise. It also does not help that Seychelles sudden shouting has also drawn the attention of the other students. The group of girls run over and greet him enthusiastically.

Seychelles steps aside and proudly introduces him. “Like I said, this is my other best friend, Emil! He knows a lot about poetry, can read maps pretty well, and knows super awesome Norse stuff!” As the girls nod in response, Seychelles’ comments pique the interest of a girl in a yellow dress. “Ohhh, really? I study European history too! What do you know?”

Iceland rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, uh- for starters…”

The girls introduce themselves to Iceland and he exchanges the gesture in return. For a while, conversation and different topics ended up being thrown around in exchange, with Liechtenstein and Seychelles tuning in to the group. For someone not used to being surrounded by those unfamiliar to him, especially not all at once, Iceland finds himself starting to think that maybe it was not such a bad idea to come along after all. Although he can’t quite put his finger on it, there seems to be something missing.

Suddenly, the familiar tunes of obnoxious electronic beats and hip-hop come onto the speakers that Iceland and God knows that only one person can enjoy. He looks up to the far end of the gym.

Hong Kong has taken over the DJ System at the front of the stage. He has upped the blaring stage lights to flicker faster and has turned the volume to full max and is furiously headbanging to the terrible rap music that he has put on. He grabs a mic and fist-pumps it into the air. “LET'S HEAR IT FOR GROVELAND HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHH!!”

The audience uproars in response and their partying immenses. Seychelles and Liechtenstein beams and cheers at Hong Kong’s sudden takeover while Iceland stands there agape at what he is witnessing.

What the genuine fuck??? wonders Iceland.

Hong Kong spots him in the crowd. They make eye contact. As Iceland's puzzled gaze meets him- Hong Kong only returns with a smirk.

Hong Kong points to Iceland in the crowd. “This next one goes out to my one and only man, Emil!!”

And then Hong Kong proceeds to play a popular track from an Icelandic band.

Hong Kong beams brightly at him from the stand, but Iceland can’t help but feel like a deer in headlights. As the other students turn to look at him, some staring and some giggling, Iceland can only stand there dumbfoundedly in embarrassment at the sudden turn of events against him. Nevermind that he was willing to give socializing a chance; he’s just been singled out with all eyes on him.

Suddenly, Iceland nearly trips over himself as Seychelles drags him and Liechtenstein to the dancefloor, with the newly befriended teenagers joining in. As Iceland regains his balance, Seychelles takes Liechtenstein by the hands and they start dancing together. Liechtenstein is taken by surprise and her footing is off, but Seychelles guides her pacing and soon enough; they’re frolicking and laughing on the dancefloor.

Iceland just blinks, who is once again unsure what to do next. As if the prom wasn’t overwhelming enough, being in the center of it only amplified it. His head is starting to throb. The music is blaring and it's a racket to his ears. The flickering of the lights have only grown more colorful and intensified. As everyone is jumping up and down around him, it’s already making him weary. He tries to exit the crowd, but someone shoves into him. They snarl at him. He apologizes, but he can barely hear himself over the noise.

With this many things to process all at once, he is already weary. He hasn’t been here for that long, but Iceland feels so pathetic for getting so overwhelmed in a short amount of time. To give reaching out a chance, it’s something that he is no longer sure he’ll ever be able to figure out. Sure, that thought sounds irrational, but it’s a feeling he is unfortunately familiar with by now.

Then, he feels a familiar presence appear right beside him.

“You okay?”, asks Hong Kong.

“Huh?”, Iceland slightly falters back and faces Hong Kong. The boy is giving him a concerned look. Realizing that Hong Kong was just on the stage only a couple of moments ago, he turns and squints up at the stage to see the former DJ handling the booth again. His look is frustrated as he figures out how to restore the original playlist. The DJ presses something and all of a sudden, the music amplifies even louder, causing Iceland to wince. From the look of the DJ, it is safe to assume it was an accident.

“I said, are you okay?!”, shouts Hong Kong. Iceland turns back to meet Hong Kong’s gaze and not wanting to look meek in front of his best friend, only responds with a weary nod and squeezes his eyes shut. Hong Kong shoots him a concerned look and grabs his hand, leading him through the crowd.

As Hong Kong navigates him, Iceland’s eyes are still squeezed shut and he presses his palm to his forehead. He squeezes Hong Kong’s hand and feels himself shuffling in between the party goers as they exit the crowd. As Iceland keeps his head down, he thinks about how stuffy the gym is and the mere embarrassment of his social progress only coming up short handed.

The noise gradually grows distant and he hears the opening of a door and shutting behind them. He opens his eyes and much to his relief, they’re back outside with the party now merely muffled behind him. The sun is long gone and it’s already dark. “Thanks”, mutters Iceland. At the warmth of the evening, he removes his coat. Hong Kong clasps his shoulder and steers them to a nearby bench under a tree. They both sit down.

For a moment, it’s still between the two of them. Trying to pull himself back together, Iceland looks amongst the warm lights emitting from the windows of the neighborhood. The warm May breeze parts his hair. The only thing he hears is a distant family arriving home and the bare noise of the school gym.

Other than that, all is quiet, but it’s a pleasant contrast compared to where he was before. Iceland sags forward and rests his head on his fist. He glances over to Hong Kong who is studying him. He watches the street lamps turn on behind him. “Hey.” “Hm?” “Sorry about earlier.” “Ah. It’s alright.”

“Not really? Given the look on your face earlier.” “Well I mean, yeah, of course I wouldn’t enjoy being singled out like that.”, uncomfortable, Iceland looks the opposite way. “But it’s fine.” “Mmm..”, unsure what to say either, Hong Kong leans back against the bench. A moment of awkward silence sits between them.

Hong Kong breathes in. “I’m also really sorry for forcing you into this.” Iceland sighs. “No really, don’t worry about it. But, I’d think I’d rather just stay out here. Don’t you have a party to go back to?” “Sure, I guess, but what’s the point if you’re not even there?” “Huh?” Iceland looks back at Hong Kong, whose arms are now sprawled on the top part of the bench and his eyes are apathetically staring ahead. “Like, I wanted to hang out with you again. Lili and Jaque are easy to pull in, but it’s been a couple of months since I’ve last seen you. Excluding the calls,” Hong Kong nudges Iceland’s arm with the back of his hand. “I’ve missed you, man.” Iceland’s brow furrows. Great. Now he feels like a jerk for even complaining in the first place.

Socializing has never been his forte, but for the past few months, he’s brought himself further away from the rest of the world, secluding himself to the Nordics and the occasional foreign nation for diplomacy, but besides that, he never realized it and it was for reasons he was unsure why. Now, he is dealing with the pang of guilt of realizing that upon his negligence, his friends have been missing him.

Iceland was unsure how to respond, but Hong Kong seems to have already read his mind. “I thought sneaking into some high school prom would help get you back out there. After all it’s just a bunch of teenagers, who are like, waaaay less serious than adults. In which you have been spending all your time around with.”, Hong Kong jokes, but returns back to his concerned demeanor. “But I guess I thought wrong and it upset you. It didn’t work out.”, Hong Kong sighs. “I apologize.” “No..”, Iceland glances back. “You did your best. I can tell you at the very least, you’ve gotten some success.” Iceland gives his friend a lighthearted grin, who returns with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Watcha mean?” “I mean, more like Seychelles had more success. Have you seen her? I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to befriend like 5 or so people within like 15 minutes.” Iceland chuckles. “Suddenly, her friends were swarming Lili and then she redirected them towards me, all of them asking about Iceland and history and stuff like a swarm of Puffins and a Herring!” Hong Kong’s grin widens. “Really? I thought I was irrational, but I’m starting to think she is like, way more impulsive than me.” Iceland gives him a light punch on the shoulder. “You still called me out and played fucking Icelandic rock. What the hell is wrong with you, man?” “Hey, I’m still sorry about that.” “Even then, how the hell did you even get up there? I swear to God, there was some guy before and he was not you.” “Gift from Alfred to Matthew to me, the guy’s got like serious fireworks.” “You brought fireworks!?” “Ehhh, just a small one. Got the guy distracted long enough for me to take over.” “You’re so fucking stupid.” “I know.” They both grin at each other and they burst out laughing. As the crickets begin to overtake the grasses and early birds residents dim their lights off for the night, the laughter of two, flawful boys fill their air. Maybe Iceland can’t get around to understanding people just yet, but even then, as Iceland watches Hong Kong’s smile grow, he at least realizes how much people would be willing to try to understand him. Ironically, for that alone, is all that needs his knows to willingly take the first step in reconnecting again. And Hong Kong seems to be his first step. Iceland couldn’t imagine any better option. Abruptly in the distance, a door slams open and the boys whirl their direction back towards the school. They see Seychelles and Liechtenstein bolting out of the gym with a group of teachers sprinting after them. Back at the gym entrance, the students are gathered and the peaceful night air is interrupted by collective howling and cheering for the girls.

“RUN!!! RUN!! THEY’VE FOUND US OUT!!!”, Seychelles screams at the two and the girls run past them. The boys immediately got up and started sprinting after the girls. “Nevermind, I think Jaque is more stupid!!”, shouts Iceland. They both crack a smile and they both burst into another round of laughter as Seychelles yell at the both of them. Despite currently being chased, Iceland feels everyone’s spirits high and he laughs louder with Hong Kong beside him. Then, they run off into the night.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hongice #aph iceland #aph hong kong #aph liechtenstein #aph seychelles #hetalia fanfiction #fanfic #hongice week #hongiceweek2024 #seyliech

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sflow-er · 6 months

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i dont mean this in a weird way but ive never seen anyone point this out ( prob bc its a bit weird to but yk ) but from the first season versus later on august looks like hes lost So much weight like his face just looks sm smaller ( dont mean this in a weird way to malte at all bc he also mentioned lisa asked him to workout more and get leaner before s2 so it was definitely a concious choice ) but i feel like it shows the progression of his ed well like with the scene with sara in s2 when shes in bed and hes staring at her he looks so skinny ☹️ crazy no one in show points it out or they dont show it more

Thank you for the ask, anon!

I want to preface this by saying I have zero interest in August or Malte's physique as such. I am way too old and way too ace to find him attractive or unattractive, and I strongly condemn any kind of body/weight shaming and judging people based on their physical appearance.

With that being said... I do think August is meant to have lost weight since S1 and that we are meant to make the connection to his disordered eating, body image distortion, and compulsive exercise (which I believe is not only related but also the presentation that we see the most often).

It is in fact mentioned once in S2E1 when the third-years meet at the party. August says he missed the trip to the Seychelles because he doesn't want a beer belly for the last semester. Of course, the real reason was that he couldn't afford it, but the excuse prompts Vincent to wonder out loud if he actually lost weight over the holidays. They don't talk about it any further, but as the scene comes very soon after we saw him eating that bag of kale/spinach as a meal, I think it serves as another hint of his issues escalating. This also makes sense if you consider his S3 explanation - he was at a very low point after Wille rightfully disowned him, and there was probably quite a bit of noise in his head.

I can't remember if I've read/seen the interview with Malte that you mentioned, but I do feel like I've heard the detail before. They could have also used makeup etc. to make August look leaner than Malte.

In any case, I think it's pretty realistic that people around August don't peg his ED for what it is. Again, this really isn't my area of expertise, but as far as I understand, disordered eating is still primarily seen as affecting girls/women, and most people only have a limited idea of how it can manifest. So if you're a young man like August and/or your ED presents differently from what people typically assume, it can easily go unnoticed.

#young royals #yr s3 spoilers #<very minor spoiler so i'm not using as many tags as usual #young royals season 3 #yr s3 #yrs3 #cw eating issues #cw ed #cw disordered eating #tw: eating disorder #disordered eating cw #august horn of årnäs #august horn #anon ask

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Tell me, please, how'd your conversation with Mr. Faustina go? I wanna know!

Tbh we mostly talked on the personal field cuz i introduced myself as french (if y'all didn't know i'm born and raised in France) and the fact i came all my way from France to Germany to see him shocked and impressed him so much! (but i needed him to know he's worth the trip 😌)

Then he proceeded to tell me so much about family stuff cuz his wife is half french and told me how bad he's at french and I was like "c'mon man 🙄" lmao but yeah i'll keep that part for myself not going into details

But on tlok, we obviously told him how much we loved Mako and Makorra and he was genuinely happy to see people still appreciating makorra like he does he even told us how he expected Korra and Mako to end up together after finishing voicing Book 4 🥲 (br*ke you have blood on your hands..)

So I told him even as a new fan (i only watched tlok back in 2020 so yeah my experience was WAY different as y'all og fans) I still appreciated his work as Mako, and as someone who have both Korra and Mako as her favourite characters I genuinely loved their relationship through the show despite the popularity of that other ship (mind you I literally told him that last sentence lmao) It felt so important to me to told him that with "baby" fan pov

Also he told us we should meet Janet one day! and told us an anecdote about Seychelle also said he would like to do see back Bolin's va but apparently it's been awhile he didn't went to any events 🥸

Then we gifted him our Makorra art and he was so happy seeing it, he immediately told us he gonna hang it on a wall in his house then went to store it cuz he was afraid to broke the frame or sum 😭😭

Then before leaving told him "the Makorra Nation was still alive and going well" and he was so grateful and hyped by it!

#did y'all heard mako himself??#it's a makorra house ONLY‼️#david faustino #makoxxlip asks #lok #the legend of korra #mako #avatar #makorra #makorra 2.0 #tlok #mako x korra #avatar korra #korra #we stan david faustino in this house #comic con #he's the only man ever fr

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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 12

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 12

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After a sleepless night of tossing and turning, well, just for Arthur, the Englishman and the Frenchman were able to get home the next morning. Arthur might’ve broken a law or two and let Francis drive because he was so tired. Although he did end up waking up a few times on the way back when the Frenchman decided that driving on the left side of the road was a silly rule and he wouldn’t be following it…

A few days passed since then and Arthur couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Francis had seemed rather… off. He wanted to say that the Frenchman’s strange behavior started the day they took the trip to London, but they hadn’t spoken for a week prior to that, so he could only conclude that Francis was still upset about what happened in Seychelles. He couldn’t blame him for still thinking about it. It was haunting him every night, too, after all… But he needed to get over it at some point.

That was why when Arthur received an invitation to a business party in London, which was addressed to him and his newly wed, he decided to keep it to himself. Francis was clearly still in a weird mood, and the whole thing was just a weird situation in general. If the two of them went to the party together, they wouldn’t be able to deny being in a relationship, and people were sure to ask about it because they hadn’t attended any events together since their marriage was announced. Arthur concluded that it was best if he just never mentioned that it was a party and Francis was invited, too. That way, he could simply say that it was a business meeting, go to the party for a few hours, and return home before dark.

However, things could never work out that easily. Arthur had carelessly hidden the invitation under a stack of magazines on the coffee table in the living room. When Francis was cleaning, naturally, he moved the items on the table and came across the invitation. What Arthur couldn’t have expected was…

“Arthur, did you see that we were invited to a party? It sounds like it’s a big one, too,” Francis said, peering around the corner to look at the Englishman who was washing dishes in the kitchen sink.

Arthur turned around, even more than he was to see that Francis found the invitation, he was surprised to hear the Frenchman starting a conversation with him. Not to mention that he had an excited expression on his face. The last time he had seen him remotely close to being that interested in something was when they found that bakery in London a few days ago. That was probably why he…

“No– What? Where did you find that?” Arthur lied, shaking the water off his hands over the sink and drying them on a nearby towel before he walked over to the other man, pretending he had never seen the invitation before in his life.

“It was on the coffee table. You must’ve put it there. Don’t you remember?” Francis asked, suspicious of how Arthur would have forgotten something that, in his opinion, sounded like a lot of fun.

“Oh… It, um, must’ve been something that I meant to read, but forgot about,” Arthur muttered, taking the paper from Francis.

“Well, it says that the party is tomorrow, so you probably missed your chance to RSVP for it…” Francis replied, the ever slight change in his tone somehow made him seem dejected.

“No, no, they don’t actually care about that sort of thing..! I’ll, uh, send them an email, and I’m sure they’ll say it’s alright if we come!” Arthur replied hastily, surprising even himself with how quickly he jumped to try to prevent the other man from returning to his previous gloomy mood. He should’ve been grateful that Francis was in such a mood, because when he wasn’t energetic and peppy, he also wasn’t teasing the other man, or trying to prove that his taste was superior, but… something about Francis being in a bad mood, especially a sad, depressing one, put Arthur in a bad mood, too.

“Oh, is that so?” Francis asked, seeming to lighten up as soon as he heard Arthur’s response. “Well, send them an email and find out! We’ll need some time to think about what to wear and, of course, what to tell them about you and me.”

“R-Right, I’ll get right on that,” Arthur replied with nervous laughter as he walked over to his computer. Fortunately, Francis didn’t follow him, so he simply replied to another business email and hoped that the sounds of clicking keys were convincing enough.

Some time passed and Arthur awkwardly said, “It’s just as I said– they quickly responded and told me it’s not a problem that I didn’t RSVP on time,” which was once again followed by nervous laughter.

The Englishman couldn’t quite pinpoint why he felt nervous about lying about a stupid business party, but it was probably because… more than feeling nervous, he felt… guilty. The one thing that clearly cheered Francis up was also something that Arthurt had lied about and kept a secret from him… If Francis found out, they would surely get into a fight, and Arthur wasn’t sure what he would even be able to say if that happened.

“Vraiment? They replied so quickly,” Francis mused. “Well, why don’t we go look at your closet then? I should hope that you’re not planning on wearing that tacky, I mean– unique coat that you bought in London the other day.”

Francis had definitely cheered up, that was for sure.

“You can’t say that something suits me and then call it tacky!” Arthur retorted, unable to just let that one slide.

“Non, non, I said unique!”

“After you realized that you slipped up!”

The following day, Arthur and Francis showed up to the party in sleek, black suits. Admittedly, Arthur did feel rather confident when the other man helped him select an outfit and style his hair. He wasn’t always the best at choosing outfits for things, but Francis always looked stylish, so he figured that if they were wearing the same thing, then he must be fashionable, too.

Upon entering the venue, Arthur was delighted to hear compliments, thinking that Francis’s fashion advice had really worked, but then he realized that all of the compliments were aimed at the Frenchman. Well, so much for that.

“Aren’t you Mr. Kirkland– or should I say, Mr. Bonnefoy-Kirkland?” A woman asked, approaching Arthur.

“Ah… yes, and you are?” Arthur asked, deflating some when he heard the Frenchman’s last name tacked onto his.

The woman introduced herself as the CEO of an up and coming clothing company. Then, before Arthur could get another word in, she proceeded to start what sounded like a sales pitch. It sort of caught Arthur off guard and an annoyed expression crept onto his face as he waited for her to finish talking.

She went on and on about how she already partnered with some other businesses whose representatives were at the party. Then, of course, the question came out.

“Would you be interested in partnering with us? I know your watch company is already well established, but I promise you that there would be something in it for you, too.”

Before Arthur could flat out reject her and tell her that she had wasted too much of his time, Francis swooped in and saved the Kirkland family name.

“Ah, mademoiselle, that’s a lovely offer, but we weren’t anticipating starting any new business partnerships this evening, so I’m afraid we’ll have to pass for tonight. Please take our business card and reach out again in the future,” Francis said in a charming tone as he held the woman’s hand while slipping Arthur’s business card into it.

Once the woman got past the giggles she let out after Francis held her hand, she replied, “Of course, of course. That makes sense. You’ll be hearing from me again soon!”

Finally, the woman left, causing Arthur to let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could listen to that…” Arthur muttered, glancing over at the slightly taller blonde beside him, the thought that he looked rather good in a suit crossing his mind.

“Oui, I could tell, but it’s not good for your business if you’re rude to potential business partners.”

“Since when do you care about my business? And actually, how did you get my business card?”

“I took it out of your back pocket,” Francis replied innocently with a small shrug before he reached out for an hors d'oeuvre on a tray that was passing by him.

“What were you doing in my back pocket..?”

As the night progressed, similar situations continued to occur. Whether it was other people nonchalantly pitching business deals or people who just wanted to socialize, Francis continued to charm everyone he spoke to and Arthur took the back seat. The Englishman didn’t particularly mind because it took the immense social pressure that he felt off of himself, but it also left him impressed by the Frenchman.

Arthur would’ve been lying if he said that he wasn’t a bit worried Francis might end up saying something out of line. He thought that he might make some kind of joke or jab at him in front of business connections that had a good impression of him, but on the contrary, he seemed to take Arthur’s business seriously. In fact, Arthur thought that they might even have a better impression of him after talking to Francis. Everything was going well. A bit too well…

“Mr Kirkland! Or should I say Bonnefoy-Kirkland? I’m so glad you were able to make it tonight!” A man exclaimed, enthusiastically approaching Arthur. Francis hadn’t met that man yet, but he was on a social high and was more than willing to introduce himself.

“Francis, this is Mr. Lukasiewicz, the host of this party. Mr. Lukasiewicz, this is Francis, my… husband,” Arthur mumbled the last word so badly that Francis couldn’t help but glare at him.

“He’s your what?” The host repeated loudly. He probably knew what he said, but he was making him repeat it anyway.

“Husband,” Arthur replied, his cheeks suddenly pink as he looked away.

“Your husband? You said he wouldn’t be able to make it because he was so sick! I’m really glad that changed. It’s nice to meet you,” The man replied, shaking Francis’s hand.

“I was sick?” Francis repeated, his gaze falling on Arthur, who wouldn’t look at him.

There was silence as the host stared at them both, his expression going from expectant to confused. Eventually the tension became too much for even the host to bear, so he repeated that he was happy to meet Francis again, and then he walked away to greet other guests.

“Arthur?” Francis urged, as Arthur still wouldn’t look at him, overwhelmed with guilt.

Arthur knew that Francis loved parties and anything social, but he was embarrassed by the whole arranged marriage fiasco, and he thought it would be a burden to go to London with him again. Thinking back on his own reasoning, his heart sank and he felt so guilty he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t look at the Frenchman.

“You didn’t really forget about that invitation, did you?”

Francis had a terrible feeling in his stomach then, too, as he realized that the Englishman considered him a nuisance, that he was telling his business acquaintances lies so that he didn’t have to be the bad guy when he excluded him. Francis had been fantasizing about someone who thought so lowly of him?

“Enjoy your party,” Francis said, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. He then left immediately, not waiting for any sort of reply or objection… mostly because he feared that there wouldn’t be one.

Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat, still not turning around to face where Francis had been standing. He was paralyzed, the world around him stopped as he stood there wondering how he could’ve been so rude to the other man. If he was in his situation… he would’ve been hurt.

Despite the terrible feeling Arthur had, he continued to fake a smile and engage in small talk as he slowly made his way towards the exit. He had hoped that by the time he made it outside he would’ve come up with something good to say, some sort of apology or way that he could make it up to him, but nothing came to mind.

The Englishman expected to see Francis outside the venue somewhere, pacing around or maybe even talking to a cute girl, but… he was nowhere to be found.

Arthur pulled out his phone and looked at a map, trying to see if there were any convenience stores nearby. Maybe Francis had gone to get a drink or something, he thought. However, after walking to all of the nearby stores, he concluded that he must not have done that.

It had been at least an hour, so he started to panic. Once again, Arthur must’ve made a poor decision– he should’ve ran after him as soon as he went to leave. He should’ve known that all the time in the world wouldn’t have been enough for him to come up with a good apology– he was terrible at that sort of thing. He would just have to be honest with him, to tell him that he did care about him, wanted him to come, and even enjoyed spending time with him at the party. He knew that they quarreled frequently, but that wasn’t indicative of how he felt about him. He wanted to tell him all of those things, but… where was he?

Arthur had avoided calling or texting the other man because he assumed he wouldn’t answer, and he was right. Forteen calls and twenty text messages. They were going through, but he wasn’t answering or reading them.

Feeling defeated, Arthur walked aimlessly around London. Just as he wanted to avoid, day had turned to night and it would be difficult to drive home. If he got to drive home that was. He couldn’t just return home without him.

After wandering for another thirty minutes or so, Arthur found himself in front of the famous London Eye. It was a massive, brightly lit ferris wheel, so he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed himself walking towards it until then, but there it was.

The line for the ferris wheel was rather long, and he had been walking alongside it for quite a bit until he saw familiar blonde locks and a fancy black suit.

“Francis!”

At first Arthur thought that maybe he got the wrong guy, but as he got closer and closer he realized that it was indeed him, but he was just that good at ignoring him.

“Francis, we need to talk..! I know that lying about the invitation was wrong. I wish I hadn’t done it, but I did..! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or–”

The line started to move up and Francis still hadn’t even flinched when Arthur spoke to him. It made the Englishman look like some sort of crazy person who had just cut the line that Francis had clearly been waiting in for quite some time. That seemed to be what everyone was thinking as they all glared at him and whispered amongst themselves while staring at him.

“If someone did that to me, I would be really hurt, so I… I understand if you don’t want to talk to me,” Arthur continued, his voice softer as he continued to follow after the other man as the line kept moving up. Francis seemed to be a bit more receptive when the Englishman’s voice softened like that, although he still wouldn’t look directly at him or say anything.

“I should’ve stopped you from leaving as soon as you started to walk away, but I was trying to think of a good apology, one that really… you know, made you feel better… But I… I couldn’t think of anything. I’m not good at that sort of thing,” Arthur continued, his voice growing so quiet it was almost a whisper. He wasn’t sure if the Frenchman was even listening to him.

“But it’s no excuse, Francis, I… I’m really sorry,” Arthur eventually said, causing Francis to look over at him for the first time since he approached him. “I saw how excited you looked when you saw the invitation and I’ve felt guilty ever since. You… you were great at the party, a lot better than anything I could’ve said, and…” Arthur trailed off.

The two of them remained silent for another minute or so as Arthur wondered what Francis was thinking and the line continued to grow shorter. Eventually, it was time to get on the ferris wheel and Arthur was left contemplating whether he should keep following the Frenchman or if it would be cutting the line because he seemed more like someone who was harassing him rather than his, well, husband.

Francis went to step onto the ferris wheel pod, but then he stopped and slowly turned around to look at the Englishman, who seemed to have decided to wait behind.

As Francis’s eyes locked with Arthur’s, his long, golden locks seemed to perfectly frame his face which was illuminated by the moonlight. It was then that Arthur noticed that the Frenchman had also unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt at some point after he left the party. Something about him looked picturesque when the moonlight shone on him in such a way.

Francis always looked good, but… suddenly, Arthur thought that Francis looked kind of… handsome. He almost felt… attracted to him.

Although it was just a thought and not something that he would dare speak out loud, it was enough to make Arthur blush and stop dead in his tracks. It seemed that Francis was saying something to him, but he had no clue what it was. He had finally said something, but he couldn't hear him. Great.

The worker urged people to continue loading onto the ferris wheel pod, but Arthur was still frozen, his eyes locked with the periwinkle ones in front of him.

“Are you coming or not?” Francis said, his voice soft despite the bad mood he was in. It was more so soft in an exhausted sort of way.

Arthur cursed himself for still not being able to get a word out, but he somehow managed to get his legs to move and followed the Frenchman onto the ferris wheel, an annoyed crowd of people pouring into the pod behind them.

Since the London Eye was such a big ferris wheel, it wasn’t just the two of them in the pod alone together. There were about twenty other people in there with them, but the quiet chatter amongst the others was kind of nice– it made up for the fact that the two of them were struggling to talk to one another.

Francis was standing by one of the walls, which was a window, gazing out of it, an expression on his face as if he was in deep thought. Arthur was standing beside him, but instead of just looking out the window, he kept looking back and forth between the view outside and Francis, trying to gauge if it would be okay to try and talk to him again.

“It’s a nice view, isn’t it? Arguably the best one in London,” Arthur said quietly, glancing over at the Frenchman again.

“I was hurt that you lied, but I understand,” Francis abruptly started, his voice calm. “The arranged marriage bothers you, and you wouldn’t want to be forced to discuss something that frustrates you with business acquaintances.”

“That’s true, but… I still shouldn’t have excluded you from something that you were invited to. I know how much you like–” “Arthur. It’s okay,” Francis interrupted, his voice still calm as he glanced towards the Englishman beside him. A small smile was on his face, but it bothered Arthur. He couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Well… good then,” Was all Arthur managed to say, still confused about the other man’s calmness after what was understandably an upsetting situation.

The two of them were silent for a moment again, and Arthur felt so strange. He was sort of anxious because he couldn’t tell what Francis was thinking, but contradictingly he also felt relieved because he was standing beside the other man after searching for him for so long.

In reality, Francis hadn’t been thinking about anything too profound. He was tired from waking up early to get ready for the party and walking around London for hours. His calmness was really just the result of him being sleepy and wanting to enjoy the view from the ferris wheel before they headed back to their rather boring rural home. Similar to how Arthur felt, since he knew the other man was there beside him, it relieved any anxiety he might’ve had about what he would do next.

“Arthur?”

“What?” The Englishman replied instantly, eager at the thought that the other man was going to talk to him. It was a reaction that left him feeling a little embarrassed.

“That over there… it’s Buckingham Palace, right?” Francis asked, pointing to a large, cream colored building in the distance.

“Oh… yes,” Arthur replied after he leaned over to get a closer look at what Francis was pointing at. Even though the Frenchman insisted that everything was okay, he was sort of surprised that they went from having a serious conversation to one about attractions.

Speaking of attractions, he… he suddenly had that same thought again. Something about the way Francis was standing beside him, quietly taking in the scenery and asking questions every once and awhile… something about it was… cute.

Arthur’s heart started to race as he considered every other possibility. Surely Francis wasn’t cute. No, he was definitely ugly. He probably only thought he was cute because he wasn’t talking non stop, making fun of this and that, or bragging about how he could do something better. But was that really enough to make him think that he was cute? And wasn’t everyone in the ferris wheel pod with them technically falling into that same category then..?

“Oh, and there’s Big Ben… But its real name is something else, isn’t it? What was it again..?” Francis murmured, putting his hand up to his chin as he tried to remember the name of it.

“The Great Clock of Westminster…” Arthur replied softly, his gaze resting on Francis instead of the clock.

“Oh? I thought that it had the name Elizabeth in it..?”

“Technically you’re right– it was renamed Elizabeth Tower to honor the queen about a decade ago… You know, you say you dislike things about England all the time, but you sure seem to know a lot about here…”

“Well, you know what they say…” Francis started, locking eyes with the emerald ones beside him, which were rather close because the Englishman had leaned in to see what he had been pointing at.

“What..?” Arthur asked, swallowing the lump in his throat as he backed away from the other man, his heart pounding in his chest when he became hyper aware of how close they had gotten.

“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer,” Francis smirked.

Arthur scoffed and broke eye contact with the other man, looking back out the window. He felt like his heart was going to burst, he couldn’t bear to look into his eyes any longer.

“Arthur, what about –”

Suddenly, Francis’s sentence was interrupted by a warm hand which quickly went from the back of his neck and up into the underneath of his hair, working as a solid foundation to support the warm, soft lips that were pressed against his immediately after. At first, he was shocked, assuming that he must’ve been dreaming because… Arthur was kissing him.

The kiss was gentle and simple, just the two of their lips pressed against each other’s. But it lasted a few seconds– long enough for Francis to feel the heat that was radiating off of Arthur. He must’ve been so nervous, which only added to how cute it was.

As Arthur pulled away, due to his hand being on the other man’s head, Francis could feel the way his hand was shaking. He refused to make eye contact then, too. Instinctively, Francis reached out and took his hand in his, holding it close to him. Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise and he glanced back over at the other man when he felt his hand suddenly being pulled on. He didn’t know what to say, but… it seemed that was okay. Francis wasn’t saying anything either, but as he gazed out the window, a firm grasp on Arthur’s hand, he had a soft smile on his face.

They were silent for the remaining duration of the ferris wheel, but it wasn’t awkward and there wasn’t tension. They were comfortable in the silence.

On the way home, Arthur drove since Francis illegally took the wheel last time, and it was his fault they were going home so late again anyway…

The next day, Francis would talk to Arthur about the kiss, ask him what it meant, but… in the meantime… he wanted to fall asleep with the memory of Arthur's lips against his own fresh in his mind.

#hetalia #aph france #fruk #aph england #hws france #hws england #aph fruk #hws fruk #hetalia fruk #francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #ao3fic #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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Electric Love (Gojo x Reader) Chapter 6

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Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Summary:This is the first chapter of an AU story, some parts might be canon, but mostly not. It's going to be a love story between you and Satoru with some spice. Warning will be at the beginning of the chapters. Please read them carefully and skip if any of the listed warnings might trigger you. Otherwise have fun!

Warnings: none this time. It's fluff all the way up~

Wordcount:2903

Tagging: @imagineadream (if you want to be tagged, just let me know)

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Gojo tried his best to spend as much time as possible with you. He wanted to protect you no matter what, plus he loved being near to you. So it was a win-win for him. With weeks you got more and more used to his presence around you. Texting, phone calling, spending free days together. You grew really fond of this man, you even forgot the suspicious actions from earlier.

On a gray, rainy Sunday morning you woke up to some aggressive knocking on the door. Sighing deeply, rubbing your heavy eyelids with the back of your hand you got out of your comfy bed and headed to check the early visitor.

“It’s me, baby.” you heard Gojo’s excited voice, before you turned the doorknob.

“‘Toru, it’s really early.” you yawned, inviting him in.

“I know, I know” he waved, kicking his shoes off and rushing to the living room “But I have a surprise for my special lady.” he smirked.

“A surprise?” you raised one of your eyebrows as you followed him.

“Yeah, so close your eyes and reach out your hand.”

“Satoru” you took a deep breath “If you try to pull something nasty, I swear…”

“Do you really think that little of me?” he gasped, offended, trying to bite a laugh back.

The death stare he got from you as an answer made his Adam’s apple bob. “It happened only once!” he scratched the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Please, trust me.”

So you closed your eyes and did as he asked. He bit his lower lip, placing a simple envelope into your hand. “You can open your eyes.” The impatient look on his face met your confused one. “C’mon, open it!” he nudged you.

“What’s this?” you frowned, carefully opening the white, unmarked envelope. Two flight tickets laid in it. “Tickets?” you asked as your eyes rushed through the details “To the Seychelles?” your jaw dropped open as your eyes widened.

“I think we should go on a vacation. What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Wow.” you tried to collect your thoughts “It’s really cute ‘Toru, but I cannot afford a trip like that.” As a flush of red crawled upon your face you immediately looked away. It felt awkward to admit such an unpleasant thing like that.

“Oh, please…” he took a step forward, placing one of his huge palms on your cheek “You don’t need to pay for anything. Just let me treat my girl the way she deserves, ‘kay?”

“But…” you wanted to argue. Gojo’s soft lips on yours interrupted all the things you were about to say. He smiled into the kiss, when he realized he succeeded his mission and made you silent.

The smile on your boss’ face wasn’t honest, but he actually accepted your request for a week long free days. After Satoru took you shopping and didn’t let you pay for a single thing even if you insisted not even once. “Then let me pay for our dinner at least, please!” you sighed irritated “You know I hate feeling like I’m not able to take care of myself. And I still have no idea how you can afford things like that from your teacher salary…” you raised one of your eyebrows.

“Duh, I’m loaded baby, never worry about that.” That cocky smirk on his face made you roll your eyes.

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Standing in the line at the airport with sweating palms you felt so silly. Being nervous about the flight, about going abroad, about spending a whole week with him without a break. You zoned out as you were wondering how you wanted to be single and take your time for healing after your last relationship. But Gojo danced his way into your life so easily like it was meant to happen for some reason. And the more time you spent with him the more you grew fond of his presence, his sweet smile, his silly personality and his unnaturally beautiful face.

“Would you like to sit by the window?” he leaned close to ask you as you were looking for your seats on the plane.

“No!” you snapped in an instant.

“Are you nervous, baby?” he chuckled.

“Maybe…” you smiled awkwardly.

“Is it gonna be your first time?”

“No, but I just don’t really like airplanes, that's all.”

He shook his head, smiling, while he climbed to his seat next to the window. You squeezed his hand a bit too much as you felt the pressure in your stomach, while the plane took off and sighed with such relief, when it was over.

“I’ve never seen you this uneasy.” he teased.

“Shut up!” you punched him playfully on the shoulder.

After a few minutes you dug into your bag, looking for the book you brought as distraction. Opening it by the bookmark and sinking into a different world, hoping the flight hours would rush away fast enough. Gojo got comfy in his seat, rested his head at the headboard and closed his eyes.

“Can I get this beautiful lady anything to drink or eat?” the steward’s raspy voice snapped you back from the world of your book.

“Oh, uhm…” you put the book on your lap. “A raspberry tonic would be perfect, thank you.” you smiled.

“Anything you want m’lady.” he winked at you. No need to lie he was a fine man, looking sharp and charming, having a handsome face and beautiful emerald green eyes. And that round ass. You totally looked him up and down as he walked back to the front.

Gojo might have had his eyes closed under his sunglasses, but he was more than aware of the intention of the other man.

“Here you go, a sweet tonic to a sweet girl like you.” he smirked at you. You looked him in the eye awkwardly, trying to smile.

“Could you please stop flirting with my woman?” Satoru’s low growl surprised the steward.

“I’m sorry, sir.” he cleared his throat “I didn’t know she was taken.”

“Well it seems you have good eyes as you noticed how beautiful Y/N is, right? You really thought she’s alone?” Gojo opened his beautiful eyes, placing one of his palms on your thigh.

“‘Toru, please…” you rolled your eyes. “Thank you for the drink.” you turned back to the man, who stood uneasy at your seat. He nodded and disappeared in a blink of an eye. “You shouldn’t have been a dick with him.”

“Sorry baby, I’m gonna protect what’s mine.” he clicked his tongue, laying back again, closing his eyes like nothing happened.

“I didn’t know I was yours…” you pulled an annoyed face. Okay, deep down you knew you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Gojo leaned close, whispering in your ear. His hot breath danced on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “I take it as a yes.” he teased, seeing your blushed face.

“You are horrible.” you giggled.

***

It was late in the evening, the warm air brushed your skin as you walked towards the reception. The view, the environment, the vibe of the place melt your heart in a second. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn't even find the words to describe your feeling. Gojo linked his hand with yours, smiling gently, because he could tell by your look that you were happy. And that was his goal to make you happy. Even for a few days, because he knew it wasn’t going to last long.

After settling down in one of the most beautiful apartments at the beach, you’ve ever seen, you stood still in the middle of the open living room.

“What’s wrong?” Gojo walked up behind you, throwing his hands around your waist, resting his palms on your tummy.

“It’s so beautiful, ‘Toru. I can’t even find the words.” you shook your head. “I’m sure it cost a fortune…”

“Y/N, stop it, okay? You have no idea how important you are to me.” he turned you around, facing you. “I don’t care about money, items and meaningless stuff. I care about you and about the memories we make together.”

“Damn it, Gojo…” you laughed out loud “How can you be this smooth?”

“But you love it. Admit it!” he smirked, satisfied “Change into something comfy, then meet me outside. Hurry up, I want to show you something.”

You spun on your heels and headed to your luggage, picking out a white, long sleeved, lace dress. Making a quick, lazy bun, while heading to the bench looking for your man. Gojo was standing at the wooden rail, eating up the wonderful sight.

Without a word he held out his hand for you to take it, leading you to a porch swing, which was hanging between two huge trees right at the beach. On a small wooden table a glass of champagne was waiting for you with two glasses.

“Here.” he offered you a glass, after filling it halfway up.

You crawled on the swing, holding the glass, while he took a seat next to you. It was nothing but a cliche. Sitting at the beach, drinking some kind of expensive champagne and watching the sunset with the most handsome man on the Earth… But you loved it, you loved every single minute of this whole scene. And who could blame you?

“Thank you.” you took a small sip from your drink.

“For what?”

“For finding your way into my life, even if I tried to push you away so many times.” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

“Oh, sweetheart. I knew I was going to make you mine the second I laid my eyes on you at the coffee shop.” he laughed out loud.

“Always so confident. How do you do it? Every single time you are confident and determined, as if life was nothing but a fun game to you.”

“I can be serious.” he cleared his throat “When it’s needed.” he finished his glass “But now we don’t need to be serious, so you should take it easy too and just enjoy this vacation with me.”

“I’m enjoying it, don’t worry.”

“Are you hungry?” he hopped down the swing, making it tremble, which made you lose your balance. The next you remember was you laying in the stand facing the ground.

“Satoru!” you mumbled, standing up and dusting your dress from the dirt.

“Oh my God.” he laughed way too loud “I’m so sorry, baby!”

“We should take a shower then we can have dinner.” you giggled. Even if you bumped your face into the sand it was truly funny and in his shoes you would have laughed as well.

After having a quick shower you were standing clueless in front of your clothes. Biting your inner cheek, while trying to figure out what to wear. In the end you chose a slightly puffy armed white dot patterned turquoise dress, which ended around mid thigh. Put on casual makeup, let your hair down and slipped into ballerinas.

Gojo walked out from the bathroom only with a towel loosely hanging around his hips. Your eyes glued on that perfect looking V line in an instant. Every time you saw him shirtless you couldn’t help, but drool. That man had a body like no one else, highly built abs, strong muscles, even his skin seemed perfect.

“You like what you see?” he tilted his head.

“Oh, shut up. You do know how hot you are…” you blushed.

“Well, I can say the exact same about you, sweetheart.” he walked up to you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you spin for him. The skirt of your dress slightly waving from the movement made Gojo bite his lower lip. The unholy thoughts, which rushed through his mind distracted him easily.

“Go, go!” you waved “Get dressed, because I’m starving!”

He put on light brown capri pants with a short sleeved, buttoned up white shirt. The top three buttons were left open, flashing a tiny part of his collarbone and chest. His messy, snow white hair made a perfect combination with his sunglasses.

***

The restaurant was anything but ordinary. People seem to have style at this point of the world. Luxury and extremeness surrounded you.

“I have no idea what to order ‘Toru.” you sighed desperately, staring at the menu in your hand.

“You should try Satini, honey. It’s delicious.”

“Sati-what?” you widened your eyes, because you had no idea, what he was talking about.

“It’s a traditional food.” he smiled, turning the page in the menu, looking for something that he himself would crave. “In this restaurant they make it with shark meat, it’s a bit spicy, but perfect.”

“Shark?” you hummed “Well, yeah, why not. Let’s give it a try.” you giggled.

Satoru chose freshly grilled fish with some salad.

“Want a bite?” you asked him, offering a small bite of meat on your fork to him.

“Sure.” he leaned closer, eating it down from the cutlery. “See? I told you it’s delicious.”

“It indeed is.” you nodded, munching on your dish.

“Do you want dessert?” he asked, after finishing his meal.

“Dessert? Uh, no. I’m way too full anyway.”

“Then let’s head home. I have some more plans for us tonight.” he smirked suspiciously.

“What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see. But you will need your swimsuit.”

“What? Now? It’s already way too dark to get into the water.”

“Baby…we have an infinity pool. Did you not see it?”

“An-infinity-pool.” you repeated his words like they were from another world “No, sorry. I didn’t see it.”

***

Your black swimsuit was a tiny bit extreme. Even if it was a one piece, most of the suit was made up from straps. Giving free sight of half of your breasts, your waist and hips. You bought it on purpose, because you wanted to surprise Gojo. And the look on his face, when he noticed you in it, said it all. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard, while he was eating you up with his mesmerizingly blue eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he growled, rushing to you immediately. “You…you look…” he bubbled, wanting to place his hands on your hips. But you gently pushed them away.

“I thought you wanted to get in the pool.” you smirked, walking towards the beautiful infinity pool. It was carved into granite slopes of the hill, its azure water vanished in the infinite sight of the ocean. Small lantern hanging on the side of the trees made the view even more delightful. Romantic. Everything looked so romantic like it was too good to be true.

Satoru jumped into the water after you right away, chasing you like a shark. You giggled, how needy he acted the second he finally could laid his hands on you. Pulling you close into him, his body pressed against yours so tight, you felt his abs. His long hands hugged you, while you threw yours around his neck. The second his soft lips crashed into yours, one of his palms wandered down on your back until he reached your bum, squeezing it hard under the water.

You smiled into the kiss, when you realized how eager he was to enter your mouth. The kiss got more and more intense, tongues fighting for dominance. A slight moan left his mouth, when your fingers ran through his wet hair, rubbing the back of his head.

“You drive me crazy, girl.” he growled, breaking the kiss. “Sometimes I feel I’m about to lose control, when I’m with you.” he took a desperate breath.

“It’s okay, baby.” you caressed his cheek “I know I’m safe with you.”

Your words felt like sharp blades in Gojo’s chest. Knowing he’s been lying to you all this time made him feel even worse. He wanted nothing else, but be with you, pleasure you, treat you like his queen, but he knew once you would find out the truth he would lose everything. Expecting you to understand why he does what he has to was more than insane. You told him at your first non-date how you feel about the world he’s a big part of.

All the unpleasant thoughts rushing through his mind killed the moment. His body became tense and he swam away from you, heading to the side of the pool, looking at the ocean below you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you followed him “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, Y/N.” he sighed, while turning to face you “You always say the right things.” his chuckle was filled with pain.

“I can clearly see that something bugs you. Talk to me, please.”

Gojo grabbed your wrist softly, pulling you into him once again, your back facing his chest. He caged you between him and the side of the pool, so now you also got lost in the view of the ocean.

“Promise me something.” he put his chin at the top of your head.

“‘Toru?” you sounded confused.

“Promise me no matter what comes you will trust me and do as I say.”

“You scare me now. What are you talking about?”

“I cannot tell you at this moment.”

“What? Are you married or something?”

Gojo bursted out in an unnatural laughter. He found it hilarious and sweet at the same time, how innocent your thoughts were.

“No.” he hugged you tighter “I’m not married…yet.” he kissed into your neck.

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7 Adventurous Things to Do in Seychelles Tour Package

Seychelles, known for its stunning beaches and tranquil atmosphere, also offers an array of adventurous activities for thrill-seeking travelers. From water sports to hiking and wildlife encounters, Seychelles tour packages provide the perfect opportunity to explore the adventurous side of this tropical paradise. Let's dive into seven exhilarating experiences to include in your Seychelles tour package.

1. Snorkeling and Diving:

Seychelles boasts some of the world's most pristine coral reefs teeming with colorful marine life. Don your snorkel or scuba gear and explore underwater wonders at popular sites like Sainte Anne Marine National Park, where you can swim alongside tropical fish, sea turtles, and even reef sharks. Seychelles tour packages often include guided snorkeling and diving excursions, catering to both beginners and experienced divers.

2. Island Hopping:

With over 115 islands in the Seychelles archipelago, island hopping is a must-do adventure for travelers looking to explore beyond the main islands. Join a guided tour or charter a private boat to visit uninhabited islands, hidden coves, and secluded beaches. Seychelles tour packages often offer island-hopping itineraries, allowing you to discover the diverse landscapes and ecosystems of this tropical paradise.

3. Hiking in Morne Seychellois National Park:

Morne Seychellois National Park, located on Mahé Island, is a haven for hikers and nature enthusiasts. Lace up your hiking boots and embark on trails that wind through lush rainforests, granite peaks, and scenic viewpoints. Summit the highest peak in Seychelles, Morne Seychellois, for panoramic views of the surrounding islands and ocean. Seychelles tour packages often include guided hikes in the national park, providing opportunities to explore its diverse flora and fauna.

4. Zip Lining in Constance Ephelia:

For an adrenaline rush amidst breathtaking scenery, try zip lining through the lush forests of Constance Ephelia on Mahé Island. Soar above treetops and glide across valleys on thrilling zip lines, offering panoramic views of the surrounding landscape. Seychelles tour packages often include zip lining experiences at Constance Ephelia, providing a unique perspective of the island's natural beauty.

5. Big Game Fishing:

Seychelles is a renowned destination for big game fishing, with abundant marine life including marlin, sailfish, tuna, and dorado. Charter a fishing boat and set sail into the deep blue waters of the Indian Ocean, where experienced guides will help you reel in the catch of a lifetime. Seychelles tour packages often include deep-sea fishing excursions, offering anglers the chance to test their skills against some of the ocean's most prized game fish.

6. Rock Climbing in La Digue:

La Digue, with its granite cliffs and boulders, offers excellent opportunities for rock climbing enthusiasts. Test your skills on natural rock formations overlooking the ocean, with routes suitable for climbers of all levels. Seychelles tour packages often include rock climbing experiences in La Digue, providing adrenaline-pumping adventures amidst stunning coastal scenery.

7. Wildlife Encounters on Cousin Island:

Cousin Island, a designated nature reserve, is home to a diverse array of bird species, including the Seychelles warbler and the endangered Seychelles magpie-robin. Join a guided tour of the island and spot nesting seabirds, giant tortoises, and other native wildlife in their natural habitat. Seychelles tour packages often include visits to Cousin Island, offering opportunities for eco-friendly wildlife encounters and conservation education.

Conclusion:

Seychelles tour packages offer adventurous travelers the chance to explore the natural wonders and adrenaline-pumping activities that this tropical paradise has to offer. Whether you're diving into crystal-clear waters, hiking through lush rainforests, or zip-lining amidst scenic landscapes, Seychelles promises unforgettable adventures for thrill-seekers of all ages. So why wait? Embark on your Seychelles tour package and make memories that will last a lifetime.

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Valoma & Mi So Tra, Madagascar!

May 31, 2024

Our last day in this enchanting country. It’s been so different from the African continent in so many ways, and as such a treat in the middle of our trip.

After another yummy breakfast we joined up with three other folks (the Canadian/Russian couple and an American woman) for our trip to the giant tortoise conservation area. It was a 20 minute drive to the small village where three keepers live with their families. Some time ago it was discovered that the giant tortoises in the Seychelles came from Madagascar. Since they had become extinct here, the powers that be swung a deal to bring some back and try to repopulate the island. It’s a long term project, but is coming along nicely. The families are responsible for protecting the tortoises, making sure they have water, building protective cages around eggs, determining the sex of the hatchlings (cool conditions result in females; warmer conditions, males) and keeping the young in covered cages to protect them from predators while they’re small. We wandered around to several areas where they had first the little guys and then the more mature ones who can live in a quite large fenced area without the risk of a fish eagle swooping down and carrying them away — the 15-20 year olds weighting 75-100 (or so) lbs. Reportedly, there are twelve in this age range and we met all of them.

Our guide gave us the option to go back to the lodge or carry on. Luckily, everyone in the group was game to keep going. We went through some mangroves and sandy areas that flood at high tide. Of course, there were new and interesting tsingy mounds and outcroppings with shrubs and trees growing on top and out of the sides. In one of the mounds, he brought us to a very old burial cave with the remains of long ago ancestors of current residents. Two protectors - wood statues - stood watch. On we went to the cave of a shaman who died several years ago - no replacement yet. This was a larger cave from where he operated and since he was well-known, is still a place where natives from relatively far away come to pay homage to his memory. The cave had crazy stalagtite (or is it stalagmite?)-like shapes on the ceiling and various wooden carvings on the ground and hanging on the walls. A quick water break overlooking an inlet and we returned to the village. There, about six of the local family members sat on the ground and seranaded us, while one of the men played his hand-made guitar. Our guide, Fabrice, explained that the song was to thank us for coming. He then gave us the translation for goodbye and thank you: Valoma and Mi So Tra!

On our return, we exchanged travel stories for a bit with Sarah, the American woman, and then came back to the room for a bit before another delicious meal. A digression here to say that the food here has been really quite memorable, delicious, beautifully prepared and overall the best we’ve had. If we mentioned that already, forgive, but it’s worth noting again. Hard to think of a wonderful DC restaurant that could do better!

After lunch, it was time for our last dip in the Indian Ocean and a little snooze on our private lounge chairs in the sand. The water feels chilly getting in, but is actually quite warm. It’s sandy all the way out until one’s toes no longer reach,which makes it oh-so-pleasant getting in and out. Nice to have had this break by the sea before we head back to the African continent tomorrow.

We did the 4:00 PM walk for the third day. This was through Baobab Alley - an area with loads of baobao trees, even some planted by humans to ensure they continue for many centuries to come. The largest in this area is 900 years; one of the new plantings, five years. We’ve quite enjoyed the 4:00 PM walks. They’re slow-paced, super informative, and not taxing — perfect for the late afternoon before tea. On this excursion, we drove to the baobabs, which started like all of our drives while here. The driver lowered the ladder on the back of vehicle, then the guide and driver stood on either side proving their shoulders for us to hold onto as we climbed in.

After a short respite in our bungalow (A/C working again after an electrical issue earlier in the day), we went to the oasis for the best lemur show yet. We were almost directly underneath one group and then another who alternately snacked, jumped, hung, swung, rested, and then lept their way across our view - perfect! (We should add that this was not our first lemur sighting of the day, though. There was a little family leaping above the path on our way to breakfast and a couple right outside the bathroom window when Seb finished her shower after the beach.

A quick break before our last dinner. Chef Fidele will remain in our hearts and bellies. On our way to dinner, we stopped at reception to pay our bill and avoid being rushed in the morning. In chatting with the two receptionists, they asked what our highlights were. Our answer — the guides on our activities and the food. One receptionist broke into an ear to ear smile. We learned that she is Chef Fidele’s wife

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