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short summary of lore today (so far)
listen a lot has happened so here's the summary, at least as far as i know
pac is first to log in, he teleports to a waystone and finds the stolen waystones arranged in a pentagram
fit logs in and meets pac to talk about the waystones. they notice there are sandstone waystones with binary code. together they translate it, its a message to vote carefully
tubbo joins them, immediately breaks some waystones until fit kills him. then they put the waystones back in the circle
soon fit notices chayanne and tallulah aren't in their beds, but left the ducky and hat behind. he puts a message in chat and pac discovers richas is gone too, leaving his shirt behind
in ramon's egg bed, his mustache is left behind, revealing that it was a fake mustache all along
they all meet up and check on all the egg beds they can find, taking pictures of them all. niki joins them too
bobby's bed was still the same as always, so only alive eggs were affected
they decide they need to get cucurucho's attention to ask what happened, so tubbo decides to build another mega drill
after the mega drill was built, the server crashes. everyone rejoins and the drill doesn't work anymore, and tubbo recieved a discord message telling him it was a bad idea
they realize that create machines now cannot be more than 100 parts, which breaks most of the machines on the server
slowly more people start to join the server, so they all meet at spawn to try to figure out what happened to the eggs and with the waystones. everyone is devastated when they find out
most people think the waystone lore is unconnected to the egg lore! (especially pierre iykyk)
there are no clues left behind from the eggs, so no one really knows what to do. none of the online members for a while knew where dapper or pomme slept, so they spent a long time trying to find their beds
tubbo gets a quest from cucurucho, asking him to build a library. he asked what happened to the eggs but cucurucho just said "classified"
foolish finds a chest with a book from leo, which is basically an apology because they keep missing each other. it also includes a picture of leo taken yesterday by pomme
still no one knows what to do. they eventually find all the egg beds, none of the eggs are there, and they all left accessories behind
foolish tries to ask the capybaras what happened to the eggs, but they say they don't know. then he finds another mustard memory
everyone starts to go a little bit wild since there's no clues and they can't find their eggs
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Fairway to Heaven - Part 7
You might wanna queue up Phoebe Bridgers for this one?
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It’s been five whole weeks since Harry received Camille’s package. The brown box sits in the back of Harry’s office closet, burning a hole in the floor. He left all of the contents alone, except Oliver’s birth photo and a drawing, which are now in a picture frame on his desk.
The drawing, made of crayon and construction paper, is of a cat (or so he thinks) next to the Eiffel tower. In large, messy letters reads ‘Pierre’. When he zones out during his meetings, he looks at it, wondering if Camille has made any promises to Oliver about meeting Harry.
It’s not that he’s avoiding going to Paris. He’d leave tomorrow if it were up to him. Reopening this chapter of his life means a lifestyle change, not just for himself, but for Briar. She’s 24. No one should be thrown into a life where they’re suddenly a step-mom. She can’t even rent a car alone in America, for God’s sake.
They’ve danced around the topic; neither of them really knowing what to do. Briar tries to keep busy by working at the club and spending time at her campus’s library. Harry can’t help but feel her pulling away. He prays this uncertainty from her is in his head as he feels his 30 year old self-destruction return.
The door to his son is wide open. He wishes someone would just fucking shove him through.
~
Briar is staring staring off into space at Cafe Benito, waiting for Madison to arrive. She taps her foot nervously, making direct eye contact with everyone who enters. She feels sneaky and that Harry could walk in at any minute.
The short brunette enters the cafe moments later, directly locking eyes with Briar at the corner table.
“Hi, Briar! So nice to finally meet you in person,” she smiles warmly, sitting down in the seat across from her. Briar pushes an iced latte toward her, to which she smiles gratefully. “Your message was a little cryptic. What’s up? And why did you want to meet in person?”
Briar takes a deep breath as she stares at Harry’s assistant, a woman she’s talked with numerous times over the phone, but has never met.
“Without getting into too much detail, Harry is dealing with a personal issue, and I think he might need a little help. I wanted to get in touch with you, since you know his schedule and travel preferences.”
“Oh, sure, sure. What’s going on?”
“He needs to go to Paris for a bit. I’m not thinking too long. Maybe a month or so,” Briar sighs, looking off to the side. “But I know he’s so busy with work, it’s super hard.”
“Well, he and Niall just hired a new associate, so I feel like it wouldn’t be too hard. A lot of people take leaves of absences,” Madison smiles softly. “I’d say it’s been about 8 years since Harry took one. Not sure why. I had just started there as a temp.”
Briar has a hunch as to why he took time off. Nonetheless, she doesn’t dwell on it.
“Yeah, a leave of absence. I just don’t think he’ll do it on his own. Which is why I need your help. I’d like to arrange for him to travel there, maybe in two weeks. Does he fly commercial or take the jet?”
“Commercial for long-haul flights. He gets less freaked out over the ocean in the bigger planes,” she laughs. “I can book something using my company card and get reimbursed for it so he doesn’t suspect anything.”
“That sounds good. I say just pick a date, and I’ll make it work. Do you think you can slowly start clearing his calendar? Maybe decline recurring meetings one at a time. I’ll talk to Niall to make sure this is alright.”
The women discuss packing for him in secret, and ways to cover their tracks. As heart wrenching as this whole situation is, a rush of adrenaline hits Briar. She takes a sharp breath when Madison speaks up.
“Are you going to be joining him? I can make sure to get you the seats that lie down next to each other.”
Briar bites her lip as she feels her eyes droop sadly.
“No, this is just something he needs to take care of. I think it’ll bring on some personal growth.”
Madison nods, “Okay, no problem. Can I be honest with you?”
Briar sits up, nodding.
“Harry has been a new person since he met you. It’s like night and day. Before, he was a little scatterbrained. I think you bring a little stability to his life that he was missing.”
Briar’s heart could jump out of her chest. She quietly thanks Madison, scared of crying in the cafe.
“I could feel him slipping back into his old ways these past few weeks, so whatever he needs to go do, I hope it brings him back,” she places her hand lightly on Briar’s shoulder before standing up.
Briar hopes it brings him back, too.
~
A few days later, Briar heads to Harry’s house with Gus in what feels like the first time in forever. She feels like a stranger. They’ve texted here and there, but Briar is purposefully making herself busy and unavailable.
Maureen is out watering her plants along their shared fence when Briar drives up. Gus trots over to sniff her through the fence before promptly lifting his leg, nearly peeing on her. Maureen shrieks, dropping the hose and walking back to her house.
Briar laughs to herself before calling Gus back over. Gus barges into Harry’s house through his garage door like he owns the place. Briar follows him in, only to stop dead in her tracks at the site of his kitchen.
Harry is singing Elton John at the top of his lungs, placing cookies on a cooling rack. His oven is on and the counters are littered with bowls, plates and dry ingredients. She watches as he circles his hips, mixing the batter as he moves along.
“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long ti--,” Gus finally approaches Harry, to which he jumps when he feels his fur swipe his leg. “Birdie! What’re you doing here?”
She smiles, walking over to him to wrap her arms around his core. She slips her hands in the waistband of his sweatpants, making his gasp at how cold her hands are.
“Just miss ya, is all,” she smiles, closing her eyes. “What’s all this for?”
“I listened to a podcast and they mentioned doing something from your childhood that made you happy. So, I decided to make some cookies. Boxed recipe, of course,” he laughs, pointing to the slightly burnt desserts.
“That sounds like fun,” she scrunches her eyebrows, wondering what she’d pick. “I’d do a lemonade stand, I think.”
“Now we’re talking. Want to be my business partner?” Harry places the bowl down before lifting Briar onto the countertop. “I’ve missed you, baby. I’m so sorry I’ve been so in my head lately.”
Briar shrugs, not sure what to say. They kiss passionately for a few minutes, before Gus starts barking. They break the kiss, only to see Gus giving them the side eye near his food bowl.
“I fed you at home, hungry, hungry hippo!”
“Just give him some. He looks skinny,” Harry purses his lips as he walks to the pantry. He scoops a generous amount of food into the bowl, making Briar roll her eyes. The vet would say otherwise.
Her phone buzzes, signaling Madison sent Harry’s Paris itinerary. She quickly clears the notification, taking note of the departure date. Harry leaves in 8 days. Her stomach turns in anguish.
Harry guides Briar to his couch, bringing her to lay her legs across his lap. He’s staring dreamily into her eyes, but she can’t feel more disconnected to him. She knows how bad this situation is hurting him, and she doesn’t want him to move on without addressing these feelings.
Harry starts to dance his hands up her side, a clear pathway to getting in her pants. Her resolve remains strong.
“Let’s just talk, Harry,” she grabs his hand and puts it in his lap. “I feel like we haven’t been doing a lot of that lately.”
Harry nods, defeated, “I know. It’s just a weird situation that I don’t know how to navigate.”
“I agree, but that’s why we have to do it together,” she says, twisting the ring on his pointer finger. “How’s work? What’s been going on?”
“We just hired a new associate, so that should take some things off my plate. My calendar is surprisingly lighter. This might be a shift in the right direction. Or, Niall is silently pushing me out,” he chuckles.
Briar bites her lip. She has an animated face, and she doesn’t want her expression to give her secret away. Harry continues talking, so she assumes she’s in the clear.
Her conversation with Niall went well; he rolled his eyes at the idea of taking on more work, but he understands this is something Harry needs to do. His job is to play dumb at work and make Harry believe he is attending all of the same meetings. Madison even went as far as to make fake calendar invites.
“How’s your mom settling into California?” Harry asks after a beat of silence. Briar has to stop herself from groaning.
Weeks before, she drug her brothers to their childhood home to clear out junk. It was a cathartic experience; she hadn’t been there in years, but it felt like she never left. Her bedroom was the exact same; purple walls with zebra print accents. She found her pile of Littlest Pet Shop pets and Polly Pockets. It was like she was 5 again, sitting on the floor with her Dad, giving names to each pet and telling him their intricate backstories; lots of infidelity and long lost twins.
Even her oldest brother, Welles, and his new fiancee, Imani, came. He started off cold, but warmed up as they reminisced on their early days. Cormac sat quietly, unable to join in since he was just a baby at the time.
“I think she’s alright. The house is beautiful. Have you ever been to Montecito?”
Harry looks down, before nodding, “Yeah, that’s where Camille and I lived for a bit.”
“Oh. I see,” Briar says quietly.
“You should go out and see her. It really is one of the most beautiful places,” Harry says, rubbing her leg.
“Yeah, maybe,” she yawns. The pair chit chat for a bit longer, putting Briar’s mind at ease a little.
“Can you stay for a few days?” Harry asks, staring right into her eyes. “I-I can’t help but feel like I’m fucking everything up.”
This wakes Briar right up.
“H, no. I think I’ve just been trying to keep myself busy since the only thing that needs to happen now is,” Briar trails off. “You need to go to Paris.”
Harry closes his eyes. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
“I know,” he says quietly. “I’m just scared.”
Briar sits up, adjusting herself into a kneeled position. She grabs his hand, looking down.
“I know you are,” she inhales. “So, I made arrangements for you to go. You leave in 8 days.”
Briar feels like a ton of bricks land on her. She’s terrified to meet his eyes.
“W-what?”
Harry is stunned, feeling like all the air in his lungs left at once.
“I talked to Madison and Niall. Everything is set. You’re going to stay there for a month.”
He closes his eyes, processing what she’s saying. What about work? What about the two of them?
“I didn’t go as far as contacting Camille, so you’ll have to do that. But, I’m sure she can fit in some visits. Maybe at a park, to start,” Briar rambles. “You’ll probably have a lot of downtime.”
“A-are you not coming with me?” Harry asks, dumbfounded. His hands are trembling, waiting for her answer.
She shifts, not meeting his eyes, “No. Just you.”
Panic bubbles uncomfortably in his chest, “Birdie, please, I,” he trails off. “I can’t do that. No. No.”
“You can, and you’re going to. This is such a big moment for you, but I think you need to do it on your own,” Briar chokes out. Tears started to roll down her rosy cheeks. “You can call me any time. I’m sorry I had to do this so sneakily.”
He pulls her into his chest as he starts to cry. His heart is breaking knowing they’ll be separated for a month.
“Thank you,” he croaks. “You don’t understand how much this means to me. But I’m so gutted you aren’t coming.”
She sniffles, wiping her nose on his shirt. His chest bobbles up and down as the quiet cries take over him. She can’t help but feel like this is the end.
~
Harry sent Camille an email of his itinerary a few days prior to his departure. He profusely apologized for the last minute plans, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s eager, almost. But, maybe Harry is reading too far into her tone.
The family has a few activities throughout the month, but they can easily work around Harry’s time with Oliver. She even invited him to one of his football games.
Briar is sat on Harry’s bed as he looks through his suitcase one last time. He mentally checks off his toiletries, socks and underwear, not really paying any mind to his outfits.
He’s still in disbelief he’ll be on a leave of absence from work. It took a lot of convincing from Niall, but finally Harry gave in as Niall swooped him into a big hug. Harry made a list of books in his phone that he’d like to read, and museums he’d like to visit, since he hadn’t been to Paris in years. Hell, he’s barely had any free time at all.
“Are you gonna stay here while I’m gone?”
Briar’s head snaps up to look at Harry. She bites her lip, unsure how to answer.
“I think I’ll just stay at my apartment, if that’s okay,” she says quietly. Suddenly picking at her cuticles is more interesting than looking at Harry.
Harry’s heart sinks, but he understands. She didn’t ask to be part of this.
“I just don’t want to feel like the girl you have waiting for you at home.”
Harry shudders, but nods, “I get it. I want you to be comfortable. I drug you into this.”
“No, I offered to help. So I am. It’ll be okay. I just have to keep myself busy.”
Harry moves the suitcase from the bench at the foot of the bed to the floor. He looks at his folded clothes sadly and swallows thickly. He crawls to meet her on the bed, pulling her into the small spoon position. Harry starts to kiss the back of her neck, sucking a little longer as he moves under her jaw.
“Are you gonna send me lots of nudies?”
Briar inhales deeply, not missing a beat before replying, “No, you can watch porn.”
Harry gasps, “Briar Barlowe, I do NOT watch porn!”
“Mhm, sure,” she smiles to herself, still facing the other direction. “What do you even watch anyway?”
Harry thinks for a minute, wanting to have this conversation delicately, “I just try to support women in their pursuit to find lucrative job opportunities. Also known as fucking the housekeeper.”
“You are so full of shit,” she laughs.
“I like watching people fuck in the woods. And maybe almost get caught.”
Briar’s eyes scrunch closed as she giggles. That checks out, based on the number of times they’ve hooked up on the 14th hole.
“What do YOU watch, missy?”
Briar smiles, “hmmm. A lot of it we already do. But my new favorite is ‘free use’”
Harry’s stomach clenches, “That’s hot as fuck baby. You want me to just take you whenever I want? Wanna wear nothing but one of my shirts around the house?”
He continues kissing her neck as she moans out, “Yeah, daddy.”
“Wanna go downstairs and pretend to read your book? And I’ll be right there?”
Her heart races with excitement. This is just the distraction she needs. She peels herself away from him, but not before grabbing his crotch.
“Oi! Easy, Birdie.”
She scurries off to Harry’s sofa, peeling her panties and bra off as she goes. It’ll be like a scavenger hunt. She grabs a book from the shelf and positions herself on her stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed behind her in the air. The exposure feels cool against her wet cunt.
She flips to a random page, a smutty one of course. The character is pinned down, her partner kissing down her body with an ice cube in his mouth. She shivers, imagining Harry’s tongue swirling around her nipple with ice between his teeth.
She hears Harry coming down the steps. The trick to free use porn is to not say a word at first. Briar continues reading until she feels Harry come up behind her, his large hand grabbing her butt cheek and massaging it. She flips the pages, furrowing her brows and using her pointer finger to keep her spot exaggeratedly.
Harry pulls his cock out from his gym shorts and briefs before lining himself up and pressing into her. He keeps his thrusts short and shallow, not wanting to give her too much of a reaction.
Tiny gasps escape her throat, but she tries to keep her composure. For added fun, Briar starts to read her book out loud. Harry’s stomach clenches at the detail, wanting to do everything to his girl.
“‘Wrap your legs around me and tell me how much you like it, Nate says’,” Briar sighs out, slowly flipping the page. Harry has to bite his knuckle as not to cry out.
“I love reading, I wish my daddy read my naughty books with me,” Briar sighs, holding back a moan. “Oh my gosh, daddy? Is that you?”
She turns her head, a devious glint in her eyes.
“Ughn, keep reading your book, baby. Wanna hear your words.”
“‘Can you be a good girl and be quiet?’ Nate says, and I can finally start to feel his fingers under my skirt,” Briar reads out loud, her pussy clenching Harry’s cock deliciously.
Harry locks his jaw, smacking the book out of her hands. She gasps as he flips her over and starts to pound into her. He presses his hand into her bare chest for leverage. She throws her head back, a strangled cry falling from her lips.
“Love fucking you all the time, baby. Don’t know how I’m gonna live without this fucking pussy for a month,” Harry grits out.
In all their fun, it distracted Briar from the magnitude of their situation. Her mood shifts, and it’s like her cunt dried up immediately. Her heart is pumping from anxiety and not excitement. She cries out, her muted orgasm washing over her. She might as well have faked it.
“Fffuck yes, baby. Gonna come now,” Harry grasps her cheeks with one hand, making her lips puff out like a fish. “Can you say, ‘I love you, Daddy’?”
“I wov you daddy,” she blubbers out, his hand making it difficult to enunciate.
Harry buries into her before dropping his body weight onto her and sticking his face in her neck as he pours into her, “Love you so much.”
She stares at the ceiling over his shoulder. Love fucking hurts sometimes.
~
On the day of Harry’s flight, he and Briar spend the whole day together. They got breakfast and took Gus for a walk around the public garden. Their pinkies are locked as they stroll past the once flowery oasis, spying piles of leaves on the ground.
“What’re you thinking about right now?” Briar asks.
“I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be. I think I’m thinking of logistics. Like, if it goes well, what do we do? Do I fly to France a few times a year? I don’t think she’d let him come stay with me right away. Someone would have to fly back and forth with him,” Harry trails off, his pinkie cutting off the circulation of Briar’s.
“Well, there’s time to figure that out. It doesn’t have to be determined over night,” Briar says, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her heart has felt heavy all day. She tries not to let her feelings show on her face, because she knows Harry would back out. He has to do this.
“And I want to make sure you know where you fit in all of this. I know you haven’t said it, but I know your brain pretty well at this point,” Harry says, placing his thumb on her cheek as he turns to face her. “We’re partners. A team. I know you’re thinking you’re a burden. And you’re not; I value your input so much. Just need you to be patient with me.”
She nods silently, placing her head on his chest. Gus starts to pull on his leash toward a goose, so it stops her from crying.
“Augustus Theodore Barlowe-Styles!” Harry yells.
Briar looks at him wildly, “Um, when did that happen?”
Harry shrugs, “If you need me to sign a fake paper, I will. But I am his dad.”
Briar bites her lip, looking the other direction so Harry can’t see the pain on her face.
They continue on, returning to the car about an hour later. Harry has a parking ticket, to which he grumbles to himself. Briar laughs, snapping a photo of him holding the bright orange paper.
They return home to put Gus away and wait for the driver. Harry arranged for a driver to pick them up so they can say their goodbyes the whole drive. When the black Escalade pulls into the driveway, silent tears start to blur her vision. The man grabs Harry’s luggage and opens the door for Briar to get in.
They sit so close together, not even a sheet of paper can fit between them. He grasps her hand for dear life, not willing to let go first. The drive to the airport is excruciating, so Harry just peppers kisses in Briar’s hair, taking in long whiffs of her scent.
“I can’t thank you enough, Birdie,” Harry starts. “A month will go by in no time.”
Briar breathes in deeply, a lump forming in her throat, “Just a month.”
“Just a month.”
They sit in silence, basking in the physical feeling of one another. Harry leans down to kiss her as they pull into the terminal. It deepens, Harry gently swiping his tongue through her lips. The car comes to a stop, so Briar breaks apart. Harry feels a pang in his heart.
Briar starts to cry, a tiny sniffle escaping her. She can’t bring herself to look at him.
“I don’t want to go yet, but I have to, baby.”
She nods, squeezing her eyes shut. Her grip on his t-shirt is so tight, her hands are shaking.
“I love you, Birdie, so much. Just bear with me, please. Whatever you’re feeling…Call me. Text me. We’re in this together.”
Harry grips her thigh before opening the car door. She shuffles out after him, the bright lights of the terminal blinding her. The driver is taking Harry’s luggage from the trunk, so the two of them stand at the hood of the car in a tight embrace.
Briar’s tears are dampening Harry’s favorite Kendrick Lamar ‘DAMN.’ hoodie. He looks so soft and comfy. His hair is freshly washed, the smell of the citrus shampoo taking over their embrace.
The AirFrance attendants take his luggage away, so he only has to worry about his trusty suede duffel bag. He places one last long kiss on Briar’s forehead and pulls away. Their hands are interlocked, but don’t separate until the last second.
Harry grabs his duffel bag before sadly following the attendant inside. Briar stands still, watching him through the glass windows until he’s at the escalator. Harry presses a kiss to the pads of his three fingers before turning his hand to face her. She reaches up, pretending to grab the stray kiss, tears still falling rapidly.
“Whenever you’re ready miss,” the driver’s soft voice breaks her train of thought. She looks over at him in acknowledgement.
When she looks back to the escalator, he’s gone. Briar sobbed the whole ride home.
~
“I can’t be a step-mom, Caroline. I’m fucking 24 years old!” Briar grasps at her hair as she’s sat at brunch. She didn’t sleep for a single minute after dropping Harry off. She paced her apartment, ready to send the most Earth-shattering text to Harry.
He couldn’t have been sweeter to her. He paid for in-flight wifi so he could text her throughout. He watched movies he thought she’d like, and rated his meals. He was a fan of the yogurt parfait but not the chicken milanese. He let her know there was a woman with a young baby sat next to him, so he offered to hold the baby while she used the restroom. Briar’s heart hurt at the last part.
“Well, maybe you don’t have to be all that involved, anyway. The kid lives in France, for Christ’s sake. You could be like Luke and Lorelai in Gilmore Girls.”
Briar stares at her, bewildered, “They broke up because of the secret kid, Caro.”
“You’re right! But they found each other in the end.”
She rolls her eyes at her friend’s inability to read the room. She’s too absorbed in her new bartender boyfriend to care about anyone else now.
Briar hasn’t heard from Harry in a few hours, but she assumes it’s because of the time difference. The waiter appears, asking if the girls would like more mimosas.
“Keep them coming, please,” Caroline smiles. He nods before disappearing into the back. She looks back at Briar. “Can’t you just hold on for two weeks? That way, he’ll have a better idea of how he can manage it all, and then you can decide.”
She’s right. Briar hasn’t even given it a fighting chance; she’s just always trusted her gut and it’s always worked out. The complexity of the situation scares her.
“You’re right. I don’t even know if they’ve met yet. I’ll relax a little, I guess. How’s Max?”
Caroline nods, giving Briar a side hug, “We’re good. Taking it slow. He got out of a long relationship not long ago, too. I’m really happy, Bri.”
Briar smiles, “I’m so glad. You deserve it. I’ll try to cross paths with him a little more at Wynnewood. Does this mean you’re moving back here any time soon?”
Caroline laughs, breaking the yolk on her eggs Benedict, “Probably. I’m already sick of my parents’ house. It’s weird not knowing anyone in your town as an adult.”
Briar looks down at her phone when she feels it start to vibrate.
🦊: Are you busy?
She puts her phone in her purse so she can focus on her friend. She’ll call him later.
“I get that. Have you met anyone at the gym or anything? Maybe you can start teaching spin again,” Briar suggests. Caroline juts her lip out.
“Maybe. It’s a commitment, though.”
“Might be good for you. Think about it.”
The girls wrap up, and part ways. If there’s one thing the two of them go hard or go home for, it’s brunch. Briar decides to grab an Uber since she had a few mimosas.
The driver arrives, but he furrows his brow when she gets in.
“For Harry?”
Fuck. She’s using his account, not hers. She nods, not really wanting to disclose that it’s her boyfriend’s account. Her phone vibrates again.
🦊: Where are you going? Call me if you’re heading home.
“Fuck,” she curses under her breath. Leaning her head against the window, she lets the glass cool her now warm forehead. Harry gets pinged when his credit card is charged.
She dials his contact, about to give up until he answers on the third ring.
“Hi, Birdie. What’re you up to?”
She can’t quite read his tone.
“Hi. Not much, just got done grabbing brunch with Caroline,” she looks out the window. “H-how’s it going over there?”
“Everything here is good. I landed in the morning, obviously, checked into my hotel, and then I met up with Camille and Oliver at a park close by. It was surreal, honestly,” Harry says, putting his free hand on top of his head. “It went really well. Better than I could’ve imagined.”
Briar smiles, finally feeling genuine about this whole situation. She could cry knowing that little boy will finally get to know his father. And she knows he’ll never skip out on him from this point on.
“I’m so glad, H. Really. I bet you’ll have so much fun the rest of the time you’re there. Will you be able to have him by yourself, do you think? Or does Camille want to be there for the first couple visits?”
“I think I will, eventually, yeah. She just wants to make sure he’s comfortable, y’know? But, from what I can tell, he’s already perfectly comfortable.”
“That’s great. Maybe there’s an activity you can do together,” Briar says, but pauses. “Honestly I’m not sure how French children spend their time. Eating cheese?”
Harry laughs, pacing his hotel room. He hasn’t been this anxious with Briar on the phone since their first call.
“From what I can tell, it’s a lot of play dates. The thing is, kids are allowed to just ‘be’ here. I feel like American kids have to be occupied at all times. It was cool to see his imagination play out. Even though we only had a football with us. He got really creative with it.”
“Anyway, I miss ya, Birdie. How’s Caroline? Is she still with Max?”
“Miss you too, so much. Gus does too. I don’t take him for runs like you do. And Caro is good. Still with Max,” she says as she fumbles out of the Uber.
“Thank you!” She says to the driver.
“You home already?”
“Yeah, walking up to the door. Sorry I accidentally used your account,” Briar says sheepishly.
“Don’t apologize, my love. Charge whatever you need to on my card.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna take Gus for a walk. I love you. I’m glad you had a good day. Remember to send pictures,” she smiles leaning on her door frame.
“Love you, Birdie. Have a good night.”
“Bye. Sleep well,” she says quietly.
She starts to cry again, maybe from the alcohol. She’s happy for him. Really. But she can’t help but feel this gnawing in her soul.
~
“Olivier! Viens ici s'il te plait,” Camille calls out.
Harry is rusty at French, not needing to use it in years. Nonetheless, his boy drops the toy in his hand and enters the kitchen.
For their visit today, they’re at Camille and Theo’s countryside home. Theo took their daughter for a walk to give them space. Harry didn’t request for Theo to make himself scarce, but he appreciates the gesture.
“Harry va t'emmener chercher une crêpe. Est-ce que ça sonne bien?”
The little boy nods. Harry is translating in his head. He only recognizes is his name and une crêpe.
Even though Camille is hesitant, the crêperie is around the corner in the small town. They’d be gone for half an hour max.
“Does that sound good, mate? What flavor are you going to get?”
Oliver looks puzzled, and stares at his mom. She nods her head, “Anglais, Olivier.”
“Oweo,” he says quietly. Harry learned Oliver has a small speech impediment they’re working through. He’s made great strides throughout the school year.
“I might get that, too. Ready to go?”
The boy nods, and they both stand to head to the front door. Camille waves them off from the window.
Harry feels like a deer in headlights. Should he hold his hand?
Oliver starts to walk on the gravel road, to which Harry switches positions with him so he’s in harms way if a car were to swerve at them.
Alright, he thinks. That was fatherly.
Oliver reaches his small hand to grab Harry’s, and he feels his heart lurch in his chest. It’s so small, Oliver holds onto his pinky. He smiles, thinking of Briar.
They walk a bit longer, Harry listening to Oliver ramble on about 100 topics. He smiles and nods largely, encouraging him to keep talking. The crêperie comes into view, so they enter the shop to meet a cheery older woman.
“Olivier! Bonjour mon coeur!”
Oliver hides behind Harry’s leg and peeps out, "Bonjour mademoiselle Celine.”
“Good morning. We’d love to have two Oreo crêpes, please. I’ll also take a cappuccino.”
“Of course, sir. Tout pour mon client préféré,” she giggles, looking at the boy. Judging by their mischievous smiles, he can tell Oliver is a regular here.
“Merci.”
They sit at a small table outside on the packed patio. Oliver sits on Harry’s lap, since there is only one chair. Oliver points out birds and starts to recite the alphabet backwards for Harry.
“Parles-tu français?” the woman next to them asks.
“Not much, honestly,” Harry laughs.
“Is this your son?”
“Oh, he’s n—,” Harry stops himself. “Yes. Yes, this is my son, Oliver.”
His heart is beating out of his chest. He’s so used to not claiming his niece when he takes her out.
“Beautiful. You look like twins,” she smiles before going back to reading her book.
“Merci,” Harry smiles.
The waiter brings their crepes and Harry’s drink. He pulls his phone out for a quick selfie of the two of them, Oreo crumbs messy around their mouths. He sends it to Briar, knowing it’s the middle of the night.
“Who is that girwl?” Oliver asks, spying Harry’s screen saver. His little accent makes Harry smile.
“That’s my girlfriend, Briar. Maybe one day you’ll get to meet her. Do you want to see her silly puppy, Gus?”
“Yeah!”
Harry shows Oliver tons of videos he’s taken of Gus and photos of himself and Briar. They enjoy their time looking at pictures and singing some of the songs he’s learned at school. The two walk home together, hand in hand.
Harry doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
~
It’s noon before Briar finally wakes up on her day off. Gus is well past his puppy years, so he’ll sleep as long as she’ll let him. She leashes him up, opting to not bring her phone and take in the sunshine.
She misses being able to let him out back at Harry’s, but she deals with it. They walk and Gus sniffs around for about an hour before they make their way home. She pulls her phone on the charger to find a few texts from Harry.
🦊: Awake yet, lazy bones?
🦊: Went for crêpes. Just the two of us.
🦊: I already feel so comfortable hanging with him, Bird. I wish you were here 🖤
There are several hours in between texts, so she doesn’t rush to reply.
🐥: Two cute guys! I’m so happy for you. Wish I was there too.
She lies.
Gus lays down, so Briar immediately heads outside with her headphones. She hasn’t taken a run in weeks, but she wants her heart to hammer in her chest from exercise, not anxiety. She’s never told Harry she runs, in fear of him dragging her for long distances. She prefers to run to a coffee shop and then walk back.
Main street comes into view once she finds a good rhythm. She’s listening to Clouds by One Direction, so her pace is quick. She passes Lululemon moms with their babies in strollers and designer dogs in tow, giving tight lip smiles.
Her favorite cafe is on her right, so she stops to stretch and even out her breathing before going in. The guy at the counter welcomes her asking what she’d like to drink.
“Can I have an iced green tea with just a pump of sweetener and a lemon?”
“Sure, coming right up,” he winks.
She sits at the counter to get off her feet.
“This might be weird, but I think you’re in one of my business classes.”
Briar cocks her head to look at him. They all have to have profile photos since it’s online. She finally recognizes him. Spencer.
“Oh, yes! Spencer, right? I’m Briar,” she reaches out to shake his hand gently.
“Yep, good memory. Are you almost done with your paper?”
Briar smiles, “Nope, haven’t even started outlining.”
“Okay, good. At least we’re on the same wavelength.”
He hands her the drink and waves her off when she tries to give him her card, “No worries, it’s on me. Let me know if you want to meet up and study some time.”
He walks swiftly into the back. He wrote his number on the cardboard sleeve surrounding the drink. Nervousness bubbles in her stomach.
🦊: Heading back to the hotel. Let me know if you’re free.
She reads Harry’s text. Re-reads it. Re-reads it again. Then she shoves her phone in her sports bra before sprinting out of the cafe.
Her music resumes at full volume, this time, Kiss You comes on. She smiles trying not to sing out loud for everyone to hear.
She makes it home in record time, running straight to the bathroom to shower. She continues playing her music, only to be interrupted by a call. She squints from across the bathroom to see the familiar fox emoji on the screen. She waits for it to go to voicemail before belting out the lyrics to Steal My Girl. Briar isn’t sure why she’s avoiding him. It’s only been 3 days. They have a long time to go.
She finishes her shower, taking the time to moisturize and do her skincare routine. Once she’s in her robe, she settles in her bed to call Harry back.
“‘Lo?”
“Hi,” She says quietly. “Did I just wake you up?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I think I fell asleep at 4pm,” he chuckles. “How is your day?”
“Good, I slept in and then went for a run, actually.”
“A run? How come you’ve never gone on one with me?” Harry is sort of offended.
Briar laughs, a genuine one, “‘Cause I was scared you’d make me run for miles. I like to run and get coffee or tea and then walk back.”
Harry hums, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. He’s not sure what else to say to her.
“Can we FaceTime? Wanna see your pretty face,” Harry says.
“Mhm,” Briar switches to FaceTime in one swift motion.
“Hi, pretty,” Harry says, his eyes lighting up.
“Hi, handsome. Looks like you already need a haircut,” she laughs.
“I know, I totally spaced getting one before I left. Although, I didn’t know I was leaving.”
Briar is quiet before asking, “How was your day with Oliver? That’s great you got some time alone with him.”
Harry beams as he tells her all the things Oliver has shown and talked to him about. He told her how natural everything feels, even so soon after officially meeting him.
“So, did Camille explain to him who you are?” Briar asks delicately.
“Yeah, but he hasn’t called me Dad or anything, yet. Papa, in French, I guess. She gave him all of my cards every year. She’s shown him pictures,” Harry yawns. “But I don’t think she ever told him the history, of course. Always said ‘maybe one day. Ultimately, Theo is raising him. That’s a bond I won’t try to interfere with. I trust him.”
“That’s good. I know I keep saying it, but I’m so happy for you,” Briar smiles softly.
“Thanks, Bird. You look awfully comfy,” Harry smirks. “Whatcha got under that robe, lovie?”
“C’mon, not now, H,” Briar blows him off.
A confused look flashes over his face, but it quickly fades.
“What? Why not?”
“I just — You’re there to see your son. I just feel weird calling and doing all this,” Briar admits.
“But it’s okay to call me while I’m on a work trip and get me riled up?” His head cocks to the side, eyebrows furrowed.
“T-that’s different.”
“How?” His nostrils flare out. “It’s not like I have Oliver here with me.”
“I don’t know, it just is. Don’t be like this, please,” she pleads.
“Okay…?” he draws out. Suddenly, her flaky behavior is not in his head. “Um, I guess I’ll let you go then. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They both hang up with newly formed pits in their stomachs.
~
Harry woke up bright and early on day 11, getting ready to watch Oliver’s football game. They spent the last few days apart so he could visit his grandparents in the south of France.
Harry spent each day the same way; eating at a cafe, reading the newspaper, taking his French Duolingo lesson, and then hitting a museum or a park before ordering room service. Sometimes a call with Briar fits in there.
Harry smiles at the thought of his mum and sister meeting him. Gemma’s daughter, Hattie, is only a year older than Oliver. He can picture them running around in the backyard on a summer day, jumping in and out of the pool, ice lollies staining their faces.
He’s getting ahead of himself. He visibly shakes his head back and forth to focus.
Grabbing it off the side table, he looks at his phone. It’s 1AM at home, so he wonders if Briar is still awake.
🦊: Hi, Birdie. Still awake?
Briar is 5 episodes deep into Jersey Shore when her phone vibrates. Gus stirs, wondering why she’s disturbing him. Doing the math in her head, she realizes it’s 7AM in Paris.
🐥: Morning 🤍 I’m just watching TV
He doesn’t bother replying, and opts to call.
“Hi,” she says quietly, grabbing the remote to pause the TV. The tension over the last few days have been rough, and Briar knows it’s her fault. Her cold feet about going all in with Harry has consumed her. She’s been dodging his calls, calling back hours after he tries to initiate contact.
“What’re you doing up so late, baby girl?”
His gruff morning voice gives her chills. She misses his soft speaking voice gently rousing her from sleep in the mornings.
“Watching classic American television,” she laughs softly. “What’re you doing up so early?”
“I was invited to watch Oliver’s football games today. Camille’s parents will be there too, so it’ll be nice to see them.”
Briar grimaces to herself. Will it? Those people left him high and dry as much as Camille did.
“That’s nice. Were you close with them?”
“Yeah, her dad and I bonded over vintage cars and watches. And her mum is very sweet.”
Briar hums. After a while, Harry speaks up.
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right, Birdie?”
She freezes. He’s onto her.
“Yes,” she starts off slow and questioning. “Why do you say that?”
“Not sure. It might be me. Just feeling like we’re a bit off.”
“I’m not a long distance person. You know that,” she lies. Again.
“I know that. This isn’t a long distance relationship, though,” Harry replies.
Briar opts for silence. Again.
“I need words, baby. This is never going to work if you’re not honest with me.”
She closes her eyes, “I just don’t think it’s going to work at all, Harry.”
There it is. The breaking point. The atomic bomb. The earthquake that destroys 100 cities.
Harry covers his eyes with his hand. He’s so shaky he can barely stand. A highlight reel of their time together flashes through his mind. The high highs and their few and far between lows. He’s never in his life felt so tied to another human being before. Not even his son, whom he’s just getting to know.
“You don’t mean that,” Harry presses. His heart is racing so fast it’s all he can hear.
“I don’t fucking know, Harry,” a cry explodes out of her chest. “This feels like too much, too soon.”
Harry clenches his teeth and balls his fists, “No. No, Briar. This isn’t how this is going to go.”
“Why do you get to dictate everything? This is a big fucking deal, Harry. I can’t see where I fit into this, so I’m taking myself out of it.”
“No! Baby, please. Please just wait until I’m back. There’s gonna be a plan, and I’m sorry I don’t have that for you right now. I’m so fucking sorry. Don’t do this to me. Please,” his voice breaks, exaggerated wheezing leaving his chest.
Briar holds the phone away from her ear, unable to listen to the begging. She’d cave immediately.
“I’ll fly you out. Right fucking now. Drive to the hangar and get on the fucking plane,” he seethes.
She shakes her head, even though he can’t see her.
“Get on the fucking plane, Briar,” the anguish in his voice shatters her heart into a million pieces.
“I-I’m sorry,” Briar clicks off hastily. She feels like the most heartless person in the world. Violent sobs take over as she leans down to rub her face in Gus’s fur.
“Fuck, fuck, ffuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry yells. He starts to punch into the pillow on the bed, slamming his fist over and over again.
With shaky hands, he texts Camille that something came up and he’ll see them tomorrow instead. Harry crumples to the floor, feeling like he could vomit. His phone buzzes, hoping--praying-- it’s Briar.
Harry, that’s not how this is going to work. You’re either in, or you’re out.
C
“Fuck!”
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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..
Summary: the one where they run but they don’t run far enough to not be found. - this is part three in the 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 series.
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings: Dimitri and Alexei trying to play masterminds & Gracie’s parents being awful per usual and doing the unthinkable. Upset Charles in this one I’m sorry guys💔
Note: part 4 will be just as eventful can you guess what will happen next?
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It was quiet in the library as reality crashed down onto both men after reading what they just read from the article.
Leave it to the media to never leave anyone alone.
They didn’t know what to do, on one hand they had a duty to serve under the crown but on the other, they had taken an oath to look after Gracelinde like she was their own and that meant letting her explore things like any young girl should be able to do, Royal or not.
“We’ve got to do something about this.” Dimitri said grimly. This could blow up in all of their faces and the only one who’d be hurt the most would be Gracie.
Alexei just nodded, he knew they had to tread lightly before things got out of hand. “I know, I just hope we can get a hold on it before it hits the fan.”
Dimitri was certain they could but they’d never get the chance to.
Because the two were summoned to Albert’s office.
“What is the meaning of this?” Albert asked as he threw the newspaper down on the desk.
Dimitri and Alexei stood with their hands clasped behind their backs as they stared at the cover of the front page, it was the same thing they saw on the article, a picture of Gracie and Charles holding hands as they walked down the streets of the city, the fact the dark haired man never saw any paparazzi is what unnerved him the most.
“Well?” The prince of Monaco asked expectedly.
Alexei looked at Dimitri shaking his head slightly, he knew what he was about to do and it wasn’t going to end well. But Dimitri had promised himself he would always stick up for his little girl.
So he took a step forward.
“Sir, with all due respect, it was just a simple outing. The Stroll boy introduced the two at the race and figured they would be good friends since they both live and grew up here in Monaco. So I took her to meet him for lunch at La Pampa. I wasn’t going to let them go off on their own, you know that. I stayed close by no more than ten feet away and let them enjoy a simple lunch. He was nothing but respectful the entire time, even walking her back to the square after they wanted to take a walk to talk more-”
“Do I look like I care about how respectful the boy was, Tvardovsky? Just make sure she doesn’t see the boy again, the Stroll boy and Schumacher are one thing because of the families they come from. This boy on the other hand has no business around Gracelinde.” Albert said, just about tired of the conversation.
“Sir, you've invited him to the palace in the past, in 2019 he was here you’ve met him-” Alexei tried speaking up but was silenced by the Prince raising his hand which caused him to shrink back and stay quiet.
“It won't happen again. Am I clear?” He asked with a glare.
“Crystal.” Dimitri gritted out as Alexei just nodded before they both were dismissed from his office.
As the door clicked shut behind the both of them Dimitri took off down the hall causing Alexei to stumble as he tried catching up to him.
“She’s seeing him again.” The brunette man said with an unreadable look, almost of determination.
“What! No! Are you crazy!?” Alexei whispered loudly to his boyfriend and colleague, he had to have lost his damn mind to think they were going to just disobey royal orders like that. “Albert gave us specific instructions for her to not see him again Dimitri. We could get fired!” He tried to reason with the taller man.
Dimitri came to a sudden stop turning to look at the glasses wearing man as he pointed a finger at him. “If we get fired, so be it. But I’m not going to sit back and watch the both of them try to control her now that they see she’s found someone worth living for. So either you’re with me on this, or I’m doing it alone.”
Alexei just looked at him silently, before nodding. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He reassured him that he was all in as well. He just knew it would end up biting them in the ass later if they weren’t careful about this. They couldn’t tell Gracie about this, about her father forbidding her from seeing the boy, not when they were fixing to come up with a plan to make sure things stayed under wraps.
It didn’t take them long to come up with a plan.
Dimitri had set out; it didn't take him long to figure out where Charles lived, especially working under the royal family; all he had to do was make a phone call and he had the boy's address.
Once he made it to the Ferrari drivers apartment he stepped into the lobby easily making his way upstairs to the boys floor and front door. He took a breath before knocking, if he wasn’t home he was going to slip a note under the door. But thankfully he didn’t have to because the bright eyed boy opened the door with a look of confusion before he registered who it was standing in front of him.
“Dimitri, nice to see you.” Charles nodded with a small nervous smile wondering what the older man was doing on his doorstep at 8am.
“Charles, nice to see you again as well. I realized that when you brought Gracie back to the palace that you had no way of contacting her again and she you. So I took it upon myself to come see you as a messenger of sorts.” The older man said with a nod, “May I come in?”
“Yes, yes of course please come in.” Charles said quickly as he stepped out of the way letting the brunette man into his apartment before gently shutting the door behind him.
“I’ve come by to let you know that Gracie does want to see you again, before you have to head out for your race in Azerbaijan. But I’m afraid we’ve run into a few issues.” Dimitri said as he stood in the boys living room. “It seems as though the media has caught wind of you two’s outing, and it’s gotten back to Albert who is less than pleased on the matter seeing as he and Nikolai’s parents have been trying to get the two to marry for the last few years now.”
Charles just stood there as he listened to Dimitri talk. Was he going to say that he couldn’t see the blonde girl anymore? He knew about the arranged marriage the two had, Gracie had told him how she was against it as was the dark haired boy who had a girlfriend himself.
“Now now, don’t fret. Alexei and I take pride in making sure Gracie is happy, and you have brought her more happiness in the one day you’ve spent together than in the whole seventeen years I’ve known her. So I'm not saying you have to stop seeing her. I'm saying if you’re going to then it needs to be well thought out and planned to a T to where we can throw the media off your guys trail they cannot know you two are seeing each other. Understand?”
“Yes, yes I understand, perfectly.” Charles nodded quickly, relaxing a little bit at hearing that he didn’t have to stop seeing Gracie but that they’d just have to do it in secret. He didn’t really know how well that was going to work but he was willing to give it a try nonetheless because he really liked Gracie.
So the two got to planning, he needed to leave by late Wednesday night to make it to Azerbaijan for media and things on Thursday. So they would go out together Wednesday morning and be back by Ten while Dimitri and Alexei would make a diversion with the media.
And so the plan began.
Charles had taken Dimitri's advice and taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, both of them figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was very small and everyone practically knew everyone it was almost a foolproof plan.
The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t, seeing as his best friend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.
Unlike Charles and Gracelinde, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city. Even though the couple was dressed in minimal disguises just to be safe.
They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often due to their careers and being a royal. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.
“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the palace that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.
“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today. It was really fun.” Gracie smiled as she and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a walk back to Charles' car so they chatted idly.
“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to officially meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles' face got at him, admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.
Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan and had let it slip their mind that they were in fact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.
It was a bad sign.
As they got closer to Charles' car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to at least remember the fun they had today.
But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.
What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino effect that singular post would cause.
After Charles had helped Gracie get into the car he gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to the drivers side, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.
“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his best friend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and her lady in waiting Annaslise.
Especially her parents.
A rule he had already harmlessly broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his best friend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known Gracie for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.
“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.
But unfortunately the damage had already been done.
Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.
Albert had people watching social media after realizing that Alexei and Dimitri were acting off, he had an inkling that Gracelinde was still seeing the Ferrari driver after he had told the two bodyguards that he didn’t want it happening again.
He should’ve known those two would eventually become a problem.
So when one of his men had informed him that a picture had been circulating on twitter of Gracie with Charles and his childhood friend it only solidified that they had defied his orders.
Charlene had been sent to the girls room, angry that she had gone against her fathers orders and seen the boy again when they had been planning the marriage between her and Nikolai for the last five years.
“We forbid you from seeing the boy and what do you do! You continue to see him Gracelinde! You’ve completely ignored not only Royal orders, but our orders!” Charlene shouted as she placed the suitcases on the younger girl's bed. “We had a plan for you, that would unite not only Monaco but Denmark and you’ve all but nearly ruined it now!”
Gracie had no idea what her mother had been talking about, nobody had told her that she couldn’t see Charles anymore. “I- I don’t understand nobody told me I couldn’t see him anymore??” She said softly, afraid of being shouted at again.
“Dimitri and Alexei knew you weren’t supposed to see him. It was an order they disobeyed.” Charlene bit out, as she finished packing the girls clothes and zipped up the suitcases. “You’ll be on the first train we can find later tonight. No more Alexei or Dimitri, they’ve crossed a line and will be dealt with accordingly. You are not to leave this room until then, understood?”
Gracie just looked at the woman who had brought her into the world who she used to look up to but the more she looked at the older woman standing in front of her she saw no signs of anything motherly in her at all. If anything Annalise was more of a mother to her than Charlene ever was, she wondered if the blonde woman ever even wanted her to begin with.
Sure she knew of her fathers affairs and the other children he had but they would never be allowed to take over the throne as heirs like she would be required to. The family had been in power for eight hundred years and they sure as hell wouldn’t let her ruin that whether she meant to or not.
All she could do was nod as tears streamed down her face. Charlene just looked at the girl for a second before shaking her head in disappointment with a loud sigh and walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her making Gracie flinch as she let out the sobs she had been holding in not wanting to cry in front of the older woman in fear of pissing her off more.
She had been taught at a young age to never be out of line and crying was definitely out of line.
The only thing the blue eyed girl wanted was someone to love and care about her. Instead of trying to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want.
It wasn’t fair.
The blonde princess had been sitting on her window seat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out the window, tears running down her cheeks as reality set in for her, they were going to send her away.
Annalise walked into the girls room and frowned seeing how sad she looked. “Oh Gracie girl” she said softly as she walked over to the young girl pulling her into a hug. The older woman hated seeing her upset. “It’s going to be alright cheri.” She said gently, running a hand over her blonde locks.
“They’re sending me away Annie” Gracie sniffled as she tried to hold back her tears. “They’re what?!” The auburn haired woman asked as she pulled back to cup the blonde girl's cheeks as she looked at her. “What do you mean they’re sending you away?” She frowned at the comment.
They couldn’t do that, they wouldn’t, she thought.
But oh they would.
“They found out that I was still seeing Charles, so they’re sending me away. They’re not even letting Mitri and Lexi come with me, Charlene said they’d be dealt with for disobeying orders.” Gracie sniffled as she tried to stop crying. It was just making her more upset the more she thought about it. She didn’t even know where she was going and she wasn’t allowed to know in fear of her escaping or telling someone where she was going.
Annalise thought this all had to be a joke, but seeing the suitcases sitting on the girls bed it all suddenly became a harsh reality. “I will see if they’ll allow me to come with you, it’s the least they could do. They can’t send you away by yourself, it wouldn't be safe.” Despite Gracie being twenty three she had been sheltered all her life so emotionally she was still a teenager, never allowed to experience normal things that all the other girls did outside of royalty. “Okay sweet girl? Now, dry those tears.” She said gently rubbing her thumbs over the girl's flushed cheeks kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Once the older woman left the room to go talk to her parents Gracie got up and walked over to her desk, she’d only have a few minutes to do what she needed to do. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen she began writing as her tears fell on the letter quickly writing out what she could. She needed to let Charles know what was happening, that she wouldn’t ever forget the happiness that he brought her for the short time they’d known each other.
The blonde girl slipped the letter into the book Dimitri had let her borrow to read knowing he would find it and somehow make sure it got to the fellow Monegasque boy or at least she hoped he would.
Annalise tentatively walked into the Princes office after being told to come in.
“What is it Annalise don’t tell me there’s more problems that have come about I’ve about had it with that today.” Albert bit out as he looked up from his desk.
“No sir, I wanted to ask something of the two of you, if I may.” The French woman asked softly.
Albert glanced at Charlene and then motioned for her to go ahead.
“Gracelinde has told me of what is to come, and I would like to point out that wherever you plan on sending her to by herself isn’t safe. She’s hardly ever been outside the palace walls without people she has grown up around, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. But if you allow me to accompany her I’d watch her, and follow whatever instructions you give me to follow. I’ve never once stepped out of line and have proven my trust and loyalty to the both of you during all the years that I’ve looked after her and would like to continue to do so if you’ll allow that of me.” Annalise spoke calmly, but firmly.
She would not allow them to just send the girl away on her own, that would be like releasing something you’ve raised on your own into the wild expecting them to know how to fend for themselves. “She’s more likely to run off or escape if she’s not watched, but if she has someone she trusts around her she’s more likely to comply with the orders you give.”
Albert and Charlene thought it over for a few minutes; they knew the older woman wasn’t a threat like Dimitri and Alexei were. So they figured she wouldn’t tell a soul unlike the other two. Her willingness to follow orders had never been in question and she always followed whatever orders they had given her in regards to the girl.
So they allowed her to go along with Gracelinde.
The two boarded the train in Nice to London later that night. Albert and Charlene had given the auburn haired woman strict instructions.
Nobody was to know Gracie’s real name, the ballet school was already expecting enrollment under a false name, after a rather generous anonymous donation was made. The second they got to London she was to take Gracie to get her hair dyed auburn so nobody would suspect she was the Monegasque princess. If anyone asked she was the auburn haired woman's daughter.
Gracie felt like she was being made to live a double life like the Hannah Montana show Annalise let her watch as a kid, but only she couldn’t take a wig off, her parents had really ruined her life and stripped away any sense of normalcy she had grown to know over the past few years.
Charles on the other hand had a full two weeks, bouncing from Azerbaijan to Canada he didn’t hear from Gracie in that time, which wasn’t unlike her, he knew she had duties of her own to do so he thought nothing of it.
But when he got back to Monaco on the twentieth of June things felt
off.
The lively rich city for once felt barren and cold as the rain poured from the sky like angels crying. He remembered how Gracie had wanted to see him when he got back, at Le Petit Bar. It has quickly become their little spot. They both agreed to meet each other there at 6pm the day he got back.
But as he got there and the waiter led him to a table, he waited, and waited. He started looking around confused, Gracie was late, sure, he knew time could get away from her but she was never this late. It was nearing 7:30 now. He pulled out his phone to call Dimitri since the girl wasn’t permitted to have a phone but paused when two figures sat down across from him.
It was Alexei and Dimitri.
He didn’t see Gracie with them which was odd, she never went anywhere without at least one of them.
“She’s not coming, Kid.” Alexei said softly as he watched the younger boy look around confused, he hated that they had to break the news to him like this. It was breaking the glasses wearing man’s heart knowing how much Charles really cared about Gracie.
“What do you mean? Is she busy?” Charles asked, because he didn’t quite understand what was going on. Usually Dimitri would give him a heads up if something had come up and the blonde girl couldn’t make it. But something didn’t feel right with this. It made him feel sick to his stomach.
Dimitri sighed, rubbing his face, how was he supposed to tell the bright eyed boy that in the span of the two weeks he was busy bouncing across the world racing his heart out that her parents had up and sent her away like she was nothing but a burden to them all because they didn’t want her seeing him, didn’t want to let their daughter be happy for once, to actually be able to live her life with someone who would’ve cherished her more than they had.
“No son, she’s not here. They’ve sent her away, they somehow found out about you two’s trip to Milan. I don’t know how because we made sure it stayed airtight and nobody knew about it, somehow it got out and got back to Albert. He and Charlene had a meltdown and sent her away, we don’t know where they refused to tell us and wouldn’t let us go with her.” The brunette man said gravely still upset by the events that had happened over the past two weeks.
Charles felt his heart stop. He swore you could hear a hair pin drop in the restaurant, as they sat there.
No.
Pierre’s Instagram story.
The French boy never took the time to think before he posted anything and he just knew that's how people had found out and it got back to her parents despite him quickly deleting it.
People were always watching and someone snitched.
But hearing they had sent her away? They had just up and sent her away instead of letting her be happy?
What parents would ever do that.
He looked at the two with wide eyes, fearing that if he looked anywhere else he’d cry. His heart was breaking.
“We tried, we really did, kid. Trust me, we didn’t want her going as much as you didn’t. They only allowed Annalise to go with her, they didn’t see her as a threat unlike us, we disobeyed orders by letting her continue to see you.” Dimitri sighed. “We’re doing all we can to find her, we know they sent her out of the country but we can’t narrow it down to where, we know she’s in ballet so we’re trying to look at all the ballet schools across the globe to see if they had sent her to one of those or an all girls boarding school.”
Charles felt like everyone he loved was being ripped away from him, Jules, His dad, Anthione, and now his Gracie.
“You have a race coming up, Silverstone right?” Alexei asked tentatively, looking over at Charles who nodded gently, still trying to wrap his head around everything they had just told him. “The stroll boy, his father Lawrence? He could help. We’re under a gag order, if we talk or go looking for her they’d consider it treason against the country. But you and Lance can talk to him. He is the only hope of finding out where they sent Gracie. Nobody would ask questions if he went snooping around wanting to invest in a school under the guise of seeing if they have Gracie there.”
Dimitri nodded as he listened to Alexei speak, they had thought this through about a hundred times over. It was the only viable solution that they could come up with seeing as they couldn’t go looking for her themselves since Albert had people watching them. The two of them coming to talk to Charles was risky enough but they knew they at least had to let the poor boy know what had gone on in the span of the two weeks he had been gone.
“I’ll talk to him, Lance, he’ll want to help. He cares about Gracie a lot. I wouldn’t have met her had it not been for him.” Charles nodded, determined. He knew Lance would want to help, and would convince his father to help too. Lawrence didn’t like many people outside his family but he knew he had a soft spot for Gracie and would do anything for the bubbly blonde.
“Here kid, she left this, wanted me to get it to you.” Dimitri said, pulling the letter he had found in the book he let Gracie borrow a few weeks ago, out of his jacket pocket sliding it across the table to the boy as he and Alexei stood up. It would be the last time they’d see Charles for a while, hopefully the next time they’d see him their Gracie girl would be back home and safe but only time would tell.
Charles took the letter carefully, the beige envelope had “'il Predestinato” written across it in cursive and he knew he’d probably cry reading whatever was in the letter so he’d wait to read it when he got home. He nodded to the two older men. “Thank you. For coming and letting me know, I never would’ve known if you hadn’t. But I promise, I’ll do anything I can to help get her back.”
This was the one and only shot they had at finding their princess;
The only problem?
It would start a Great War if they succeeded.
#this one made me cry a bit writing it#part 4 is just as wild guys you’re not ready#imagine#charles leclerc#charles leclerc imagine#princess protection program#i know places#charles leclerc mini series#masterlist#charles leclerc x oc#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc x reader#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#royal au#f1 series#Royal au series
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Another Midshipman Monday and I feel like I am approaching the end of the anglophone world's collection of midshipman pictures. I am on national archives, libraries, and museum pages from the US, UK, and Canada (sometimes Australia), various auction sites, and I've already searched the Rijksmuseum for adelborsten.
So I thought I would give the Bibliothèque nationale de France a try and search for aspirants de marine and find—USS CONSTITUTION???!
About 30 seconds after the shock wore off I started wanting to read this BD series, and the more I look into it the more I seriously want to get my hands on Franck Bonnet's USS Constitution comic series, which is meticulously researched and starts in 1803 with the Barbary Wars.
I'm not sure if they even get to the War of 1812 at this point, but with multiple volumes and a focus on USS Constitution the outlook is promising! Besides, how else is typical American midshipman Pierre-Mary Corbières supposed to advance in his career? (Yes that's really the main character's name).
The books have a nautical glossary and diagrams too! Finally I will learn the French Boat Words, once I get around to reading these.
#midshipman monday#midshipmen#uss constitution#age of sail#naval history#comics#bande dessinée#tbr pile#age of fighting sail#not many previews but the reviews are great and it looks gorgeous
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My little shrimp (Pierre Gasly)
Note: english is not my first language
The holiday content has been lovely and I love some family!Pierre content so here goes a little something (Also, can you tell I feel very strongly about SPF? Wear sun protection dudes)
Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to so so!
Spending a few days in French Riviera with Pierre's family had been a tradition for summer break with everyone taking a few days off to spend in the sun. Today's plans included a boat and some sea fun while soaking up the warmth. "Y/N, chérie, I feel like I haven't caught up with you in a while, how's everything going at work?", Pascale said sitting next to you in one of the cushioned benches, "It's been full-on now that we have managed to find our rhythm, hopefully these days will help in recharging batteries", you smiled, looking at one of Pierre's younger nephews fighting the sleepiness he felt while his mother tried to rock him to sleep. All those years ago, when Pascale asked her son if she could see a picture of this woman he was so head over heels with, she fully expected to see an instagram account filled with professional pictures from brand photoshoots or selfies in the most heavenly places in the world, but was, on the contrary presented with very few pictures of your face or body, your posts consisting mainly of pictures of views from walks in the city, making Pierre scroll carefully to find one where your face could be seen. "This is Y/N", he said showing his favourite picture of you, sat at a library desk during a study session that one of your friends had taken of you, hair up in a bun and glasses on your clean face, deciding to post for memory's sake so you could look at your university days later on. In conversation with Pierre, she found out about your interests and what you studied and how you were thinking of growing your business after you felt like you had enough experience to do so since you were now working for a well known company, "I'm very happy for you, mon chou", Pascale said genuinely as she grabbed his hand in hers, "Yeah? You seem a bit lost for words mama", he noticed her expression, "Well, if I'm being honest, she's very different than what I was expecting, the others girls I've seen you with are either models or are related to other businesses. But in a good way too, she seems like a lovely girl. I just wasn't expecting it", she offered her opinion lightly, not wanting to hurt her son but also being honest with him. "I get what you mean, but so far, things have been going pretty well for us", he said before telling her a few of the dates you had been on and some random moments he thought were cute, the smile always present in his mouth telling Pascale that he may have found someone who would stick around for a while. And you had, four years of ups and downs and many challenges, given both your and Pierre's career demands, but you managed to pull through every single one of them. Everyone placed their towells down on the cushioned part of the boat, steering away from the edge for safety reasons, so they could enjoy the sun on their skin, "Pierre, amour, come here please", you asked, waving a bottle of SPF in your hands, "I'm not having you be a lobster by lunch time", you said, grabbing his waist and turning him slightly, spraying the product on his back and rubbing it in, "it would be a nice salad side", Pierre's brother Paul teased him, earning a middle finger from your boyfriend.
After he was all covered in SPF, he helped you do your back as it was the only place you couldn't reach, "Thank you, mon coeur", you said before pressing a kiss to Pierre's lips and packing away the bottle on your bag. After checking that everything was packed and safe, you crawled back to the spot near Pierre, his arms spread out ready for you to lay your head on his chest. "I really missed this, you know", Pierre whispered, and despite the buzz of his family having different conversations around you and the waves clashing on the side of the boat, you heard him perfectly, humming in agreement before you pressed a kiss to his arm that rested on your chest, "Me too, it's so nice having everyone here, no work phonecalls for anyone, just relaxing", you whispered back. Innocent touches were shared, wether it was Pierre's hand brushing on your tummy or legs or your hand wandering around in his chest after you changed your position, shortly participating in some conversations when someone asked or you felt like you could contribute to the disusssion. "You're really warm", you commented, nuzzling further into his embrace, "I have the hottest girlfriend laying on me, what were you expecting?", he replied, making the blush on your cheeks appear and the butterflies on your stomach dance to a sweet and chaotic melody, followed by a kiss on your head that left the skin tingling, "Baby, you're looking a bit pink", Pierre noticed the skin on your legs getting a light colour once he opened his eyes, "yes, we've been dating for years and yet you still make me blush, no need to rub it in mister", you mumbled as you hid your face in his chest, "no", he chuckled, "your legs are turning a light red colour, from the sun, you should either cover them or put them in the shade", he advised, helping you up so you could recoil your bodies back to the shade, both of you inspecting the back of your lower leg. It was pink, you had to give him that, maybe the SPF wasn't spread properly or some of the water that had gotten on your legs had weakened it, "I swear I put it on correctly", you pouted, before grabbing some after sun from your bag and applying it on your skin, since the 'preventing' step was already behind you. "So, do we have lobster for lunch after all?", Paul asked as he turned his head to look at you, your expression feigning anger, "No, just shrimp for now", your boyfriend said before you flicked his ear, "what, mon coeur? I'm just telling the truth! You can be my little shrimp". And it only took him saying it one time for the children to catch it, throwing the expression around as they ran away from you on the inside part of the boat, playfully threatening them that the tickle monster would attack them if they didn't stop. "She fits right in, you know?", one of Pierre's sisters in law said to him, "Yeah, she does...", he mused, the next step on your relationship seeming evident, "Whenever you need help finding a nice ring, let me know", she winked before joining you on your chase.
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Since I've been exploring more of Hemlocke's backstory prior to him joining the scions in ARR, a quick picture of him when he was an Ishgardian noble named Seraphine Desmarais.
Some facts:
-HW timeline would be Hemlocke's first time freely seeing Ishgard- His father, Gloucent had him confined to the manor unless for a social call knowing he would run away.
-The only heir to the minor house. Even when finding out he wasn’t Seraphine’s real father, Gloucent kept that a secret.
-Seraphine was bookish and kept to the library, reading as much as he could about the outside world. Otherwise, he learned nearly everything from his Old Sharlayan tutor, Pierre- Fencing, dancing, etiquette, different subjects and etc.
-Seraphine’s duty was to seduce others out of their gil to pay off his father’s gambling debts and gain suitors with nobility amongst the High Houses with the intention to marry for fortune and reputation.
-He still has a hard time not seeing seduction and attraction as a tool against one’s enemies, but he’s trying to learn better and be more vulnerable.
-This all ends with Seraphine with murdering Gloucent out of defense and vengeance. His talent for black magic awoke in this moment, accidentally burning down the manor. Others think they all perished during the incident.
-It was a dark time for Hemlocke to say the the least. He typically doesn't speak much about the past and/or skirts around the topic.
#hemlockeffxiv#ffxiv oc#ffxiv elezen#hemlocke#oc facts#ffxiv oc lore#will likely take better screenies of Seraphine later on!#ffxiv screenies
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The Bridge on the River Kwai is a 1957 epic war film directed by David Lean and based on the 1952 novel written by Pierre Boulle.
The Bridge on the River Kwai is now widely recognized as one of the greatest films ever made. It was the highest-grossing film of 1957 and received overwhelmingly positive reviews from critics. The film won seven Academy Awards (including Best Picture) at the 30th Academy Awards. In 1997, the film was deemed "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant" and selected for preservation in the National Film Registry by the United States Library of Congress. It has been included on the American Film Institute's list of best American films ever made.In 1999, the British Film Institute voted The Bridge on the River Kwai the 11th greatest British film of the 20th century.
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Wednesday Wandering and Wondering… Palais Bourbon & l’Assemblée Nationale
While I walk by the palais Bourbon quite regularly, it’s in the other side of the Seine from Place Concorde, I finally decided to book a tour (it’s free). You can also assist to a seance since they are open to the public (you just need to register)
PS: The Bibliothèque (library) was under refurbishment so I’ll have to go back… from the pictures I saw it is stunning.
And if you want to read more about l’Assemblée Nationale… here you go:
The National Assembly is the lower house of the French Parliament, the upper house being the Senate (Sénat). The National Assembly's legislators are known as députés meaning "delegate" or "envoy" in English.
There are 577 députés, each elected by a single-member constituency (at least one per department) through a two-round system; thus, 289 seats are required for a majority. The president of the National Assembly, currently Yaël Braun-Pivet (Side note: she’s the first woman as president and out of her 6 vice-presidents 5 are women yeah!!), presides over the body. The officeholder is usually a member of the largest party represented, assisted by vice presidents from across the represented political spectrum. The National Assembly's term is five years; however, the President of France may dissolve the Assembly, thereby calling for early elections, unless it has been dissolved in the preceding twelve months. This measure has become rarer since the 2000 French constitutional referendum reduced the presidential term from seven to five years. Due to the separation of powers, the President of the Republic may not take part in parliamentary debates.
Following a tradition started by the first National Assembly during the French Revolution, the left-wing parties sit to the left as seen from the president's seat and the right-wing parties to the right; the seating arrangement thus directly indicates the left–right political spectrum as represented in the Assembly. Like most institutions of importance in Paris, it is guarded by Republican Guards.
Since 1988, the 577 deputies are elected by direct universal suffrage for a five-year mandate. The constituencies each have about 100,000 inhabitants. The deputy for the most populous (within Val-d'Oise), represented 188,000 voters, while that for the other extreme (for Lozère at-large), represented 34,000. That for Saint Pierre and Miquelon serves fewer than 6,000. Most were redrawn in 2009 and the creation of eleven constituencies for French residents overseas
Of the 577 elected deputies, 539 represent metropolitan France, 27 represent the overseas departments and overseas collectivities; 11 represent French residents overseas. => Jeremy and I voted in Singapore a couple months before we left.
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as a big 4 student here r my thoughts
guanyu & lewis at benilde (their outfits. they would fit in 100% they’re all so artsy and estetik)
danny ric at ust (big go uste vibes & can see him make tambay at dapitan)
charles also at ust (we have a great arki program n the buildings r very cool so charles would appreciate that)
lance at la salle (lawrence deffo donated a library cough cough)
max at iscp (major in automotive engineering minor in racis
george at either asia pacific or enderun (pero they weren't his first choice i think he wanted to go to up pero hindi siya nakapass sa upcat)
sebastian at up (HE WOULD ATTEND ALL THE PROTESTS. REAL.)
lando at ateneo business school /derogatory
alex at southville (but just like george he wanted to get into up but it was not meant to be
pls reply with your thoughts ive been sitting on these thoughts for 3 months now
I WILL RESPOND TO THESE BULLET POINT BY BULLET POINT, but i wanna mention that a lot of ur brainrot is similar to my friend @schumaclerc 's brainrot which i think is funny
guanyu & lewis @ benilde
to me lewis is either an arts student at UP but 100% fashion designer at benilde. same with guanyu, BUT since i am Biased (ONE BIG FIGHT WOOOO) and since guanyu designs a lot of his helmets' layouts, i argue he'd be an atenean under info design >:)
daniel & charles @ ust
kitang kita ko yung kay daniel + dagdagin din natin si pierre kasi Vibes. riel and i are still believers in charles being UP 4 Life :P
lance @ lasalle
YEP HIS DAD 100% PAID FOR A BUILDING. sali din si nicky dyan lol
max @ iscp
HOY BWISET LOL PERO TAMA NAMAN???? may nagpost nga si iscp sa fb abt the "major in racism" course and the picture is verstappens car so 🥴🥴🥴🥴
george & alex @ u&ap/enderan/southville (di nakapasa sa upcat)
HOY. HOHYYMHOTHO6. THIS IS THE EXACT HC MY BARKADA SHARES BC IT WOULD SO GEORGE RUSSELL TO NOT PASS UPCAT. pero no slander sa u&ap ha they are doing their best so george would 100% be poleco sa u&ap, then pursue law w a scholarship from ateneo. alex would stay in u&ap i think and finish masters there too :P
sebastian @ UP
100% LIKE NO BUTS OR IF'S UP YAN. SYA YUNG GUMAGAWA NG STUDENT PROTESTS ++ bonus kapag nag oblation run sya na nakahubad LMFAO
lando @ ateneo
YES SLANDER THE MANAGEMENT STUDENTS SA ATENEO, #1 KALABAN NG MGA ARTISTS FR.
+ to add, here's my other verdicts: mick @ UP, yuki @ benilde, nando @ UP, carlos @ lasalle/ateneo, val & kev di ko pa sure, este @ lasalle, checo @ ust/UP
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Wild Things are Happening
The Art of Maurice Sendak
Edited by Jonathan Weinberg With an analysis by Thomas Crow
Columbus Museum of Art, DelMonico Books D.A.P., New York 2022, 247 pages, ISBN 978-1636810522
euro 56,00
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The most comprehensive survey of the work of Maurice Sendak, the most celebrated picture book artist of all time—with previously unpublished archival materials
Published in conjunction with the eponymous Sendak retrospective touring museums in the United States and Europe in 2022–24, Wild Things Are Happening emphasizes Maurice Sendak’s relationship to the history of art and the influences of his art collecting on his images. It features previously unpublished sketches, storyboards and paintings that emphasize Sendak’s creative processes.
Bringing together a broad diversity of perspectives on the award-winning artist, the book includes an extended essay by the renowned art historian Thomas Crow that traces the genesis and cultural contexts of Sendak’s most famous book, Where the Wild Things Are. It also includes interviews and appreciations by many of Sendak’s key collaborators, including Carroll Ballard, Michael Di Capua, John Dugdale, Spike Jonze, Twyla Tharp and Arthur Yorinks.
Maurice Sendak (1928–2012) was born in Brooklyn, New York, to Jewish immigrant parents from Poland. A largely self-taught artist, Sendak wrote and illustrated over 150 books during his 60-year career, including Kenny’s Window, Very Far Away, The Sign on Rosie’s Door, Nutshell Library (consisting of Chicken Soup with Rice, Alligators All Around, One Was Johnny and Pierre), Higglety Pigglety Pop!, Where the Wild Things Are, In the Night Kitchen and Outside Over There. He collaborated with such celebrated authors as Meindert DeJong, Tony Kushner, Randall Jarrell, Ruth Krauss, Else Holmelund Minarik and Isaac Bashevis Singer, and he illustrated classics by the Brothers Grimm, Melville and Tolstoy.
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Pierre Frey unveils the “Serenissima” fabric collection (in picture), a tribute to the Fadini-Borghi’s Italian lineage, seamlessly representing Baroque design. This collection is more than just fabric, it is an invitation to traverse the Grand Canal of Venice, a city of endless inspiration. Through the lens of Canaletto’s timeless work, you may experience the unique blend of historical elegance and contemporary charm that defines Venice, the “Serenissima”. As each thread tells a tale of tradition and modernity, the “Serenissima” collection stands as a celebration of artistic heritage and the endless allure of the floating city. “Serenissima” Fabric Collection, by @lamaisonpierrefrey In some of our affiliated showrooms it is possible to visit the Brera Interni Materials Library, touch with your hands hundreds of fabrics from the best brands, to cover and make unique, with the support of our specialists, your furniture, walls, curtains and much more. 📍Come to visit our e-shop (URL in bio) or our affiliated showrooms to project a modular, custom made design solution. #design #designinspiration #italiandesign #moderndesign #minimal #interiordesign #contemporarydesign #pierrefrey #brerainterni
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