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@diorleclerc @leclerc-hs @curiousthyme @redlinespeedster @f1amour literally saving my sanity. THANK YOU😭🙏🏻❤️

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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My mom wanted to come with me cuz she "wanted to know what this was about"👁👄👁

My mom wants to go see the F1 movie and she wants me to go with her😭😭😭😭

Idk what to do ughhh

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“Jobless behavior” when referring to people who are absolutely deranged on the internet is so far removed from reality like I guarantee you most people who are obsessively unhinged have a job that is driving them to become absolutely insane because they are miserable and likely don’t have the energy to do much outside of whatever outlet they’re using to take their frustrations out on the internet. Employed behavior

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Bro frrr😭

Charles would it kill u to tailor your suit???

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Watched the F1 movie today. Sri Lanka had a paid premiere of the movie which is supposed to originally screen two days from today. I luckily chose a seat in the middle row, so I had the hands-down coolest experience I have ever had during a movie! I ain’t gonna spoil it for anyone now. However it is safe to say that there was no scene where Brad Pitt’s character yelled out “initiate DRS” and flames dramatically came out of the exhaust (THANK FUCK) 8/10 movie, I recommend it. Also the soundtrack is so good, loved hearing Tate in the movie. (I would’ve gone insane if they used ‘Sports Car’ in the movie though LOL)

On one note, I understand that the movie is getting a lot of hate cuz of Pitt (Oh I greatly dislike him as a human as well) and the whole unnecessary love plot with the race engineer. I actually have to agree with this one that there was literally no fucking point of having it in the first place, however, I hope that there will be more movies that actually focus about the sport more rather than being a quick Hollywood cash grab.

Welp, that’s my honest review. (Sorry if its too meannn, got some spicy comments below)

Stay safe, peace <3

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Update on The Swan, the Rose, and the Sun!

Hey pookies♥︎

So part three of the series is still in progress. I’ve been reading and getting inspo from other works as well, to make the intimate scenes less cringey and more rooted and serious. Surprisingly, listening to music while writing is helping me greatly as it helps me focus! The song I tagged above is also inspiring me to write part 3 as well. I recently found out that Dorne/Sunspear in Game of Thrones was heavily inspired by medieval and Moorish Spain, having hints of North American and Middle Eastern cultures. Additionally, Highgarden was also influenced by medieval France and England! So it kinda fits Carlos and Charles in a way. (I know Charles is a Monegasque, lemme be delulu)

I’m also adding their native tongue to the convos as well, this is such a nice detail I have seen in other works as well. I believe it keeps the flow more authentic.

Carlos’s character is inspired by Oberyn Martell (played by OUR daddy Pedro Pascal) I feel like that seductive Spaniard energy is just there. I’m also mildly inspired by Ishakhan, a character from the manga “Predatory Marriage”. This manga is a 8/10 from me, the smut is immaculate, I’d recommend this to anyone who is into this kind of stuff. You can read this manga from TempleScan, if anyone’s is interested.

Charles’s character is inspired by the Knight of flowers — Ser Loras Tyrell himself, iconic queer icon. I just LOVED how Loras was in a closet made out of glass in the series as well.

That’s it for now!

Stay safe, Peace.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

Spiderman! Andrea Kimi Antonelli x fem! reader word cound: 4k summary: Because of a machine invented by a scientist Kimi is sent to another universe that forces him to relive his greatest trauma and…drive fast? Italian! Reader (Not really but she lives in Bologna). Same title as the movie but is not the same story, is just that i dont have any imagination for titles. I've made some changes in the F1 calendar for the story to make sense. I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense, i was too lazy so i wrote it in my native language and later translate it with the translator (I checked it a couple of times to see if something did not make sense but still).

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25th of August, 2024. Bologna.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Today should have been one of the best days of his life. Y/n had planned everything to make Kimi's birthday memorable, but a turn of events would make it horribly memorable. So much so, that just remembering the date would make his heart compress with grief and sadness.

The explosion had dragged him several meters away from where he was before, face to face with the green goblin, and had knocked him unconscious. Kimi raised his head and opened his eyes, dazed, lost, confused. He couldn't see well, he couldn't hear well either. The abandoned factory where he had been fighting with the green goblin, whose identity he did not yet know, had been reduced to ruins. And worst of all? There was no trace of him anymore, he was alone, he had lost him. Surely he had felt that the explosion had finished him off and he had left in triumph.

When Kimi was finally able to stand upright without needing to lean somewhere, he remembered Y/n.

Oh, shit.

She was with him. He had told her to stay away, to go home, but his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. She followed them to the factory and Kimi now didn't know where she was.

Kimi looked around, his hear rate was increasin fast. “Y/n!” He tried to scream her name, he was just looking for an answer, he didn't care if it was an incoherent scream, his name back or anything, he just needed to know she was okay. “Y/N!? Fuck, where are you?” no answer, no noise, he only heard the echo of his own screams.

He was weak, his whole body ached, but the desperation to find her allowed him to move. He would not allow himself to give in to the pain until he knew where Y/n was. A few more steps allowed Kimi to see a body on the ground. He didn't need to see her face, nor distinguish the color of her clothes to know who she was.

“Y/N!” Kimi started running in the direction of his girlfriend's lifeless body. Once he arrived it took him time to assimilate the situation. He dropped his body on his knees in front of her, took off his mask and lifted her face with his hands. With extreme care he wiped the dust of the explosion from her skin.

"No... Don't do this to me, don't go. Y/n, please..." It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. “I’m okey, see? I’m alive, Y/n I’m…“ Tears wouldn't stop flowing from his eyes. She was dead because of him. He had condemned her to love him and that had led her to die for him. This day should have been a dream, but it had turned into a nightmare, a nightmare he would never forget.

Thursday, August 21, 2025. Bologna.

“Thank you very much Mr. Wolff for giving me the opportunity to work with you” Kimi shook Dr. Toto Wolff's hand enthusiastically. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, to work at Woscorp even if it was only for four months, until the end of the year.

Y/n's aunt worked there as a scientist and had offered Kimi the chance to have a job with the company, even if it was a small one. For an 18 year old teenager with a bright future ahead of him this opportunity meant a great deal personally.

He was extremely glad that Y/n's family did not blame him for her death. On the day of the explosion the firemen arrived and the first to enter the building was Y/n's father. He saw Kimi kneeling on the floor, crying, hugging his daughter's body and wearing the Spiderman suit. Kimi just said sorry and left, not looking him in the face and praying that his girlfriend's father wouldn't say anything about his identity.

"We are more than delighted to have you here Kimi. Remember to come tomorrow at the same time so I can show you around the facility" Kimi just smiled, nodded several times and left after saying goodbye.

Once he was far enough from the company he called his best friend, Oliver Bearman. He was British but came to Italy to study two years ago and he and Kimi had become really close.

“Man, I'm in, I'm going to work at Woscorp.” Ollie could sense Kimi's excitement in his voice.

“That's great!, but remember we're meeting to celebrate your birthday today.” Ollie would be heading back to London with his family the next day to spend the last two weeks of summer they had left, so he wasn't going to be able to be there for Kimi's birthday.

Later that day Ollie was waiting for Kimi sitting on a bench at their usual meeting point. Kimi, as usual, was late.

Half an hour later Kimi arrived, his hair wet and trying to catch his breath. “Wow, only half an hour late, record time” Ollie said in a sarcastic tone.

“Ha, ha. you know-” before Kimi could finish the sentence Ollie stepped forward and completed it for him, “spiderman duties. I know, I was kidding.”

The plan Ollie had prepared was simple: go to the movies and then go to his house to talk and spend some time together doing nothing.

After going to see the movie Kimi and Ollie arrived at Ollie's house. The good thing about his best friend's house was that it was always empty, because he lived alone, and they could talk freely about the other part of his life, the extraordinary part, Spiderman.

His life hadn't been the same since the spider bit him. The day Ollie found out that Kimi was Spiderman wasn't so chaotic, but when Y/n found out it was horrible.

Ollie just stood there quietly, saying nothing, in shock. Then he started asking him a thousand questions: Did the bite hurt? How did you realize you had powers? What was the coolest villain you've ever faced?

On the other hand, Y/n realized it on her own, after noticing several strange behaviors from her boyfriend. She never told him, she didn't want to accept it. That's exactly why Y/n was ignoring Kimi for several days and he didn't understand why. Y/n didn't agree with Kimi risking his life in that way and after a very strong fight between the two Kimi made her a promise: to always come back to her to show her that he was okay.

Kimi sat on Ollie's bed as if it was his own home. He dropped his body on the mattress and let out a sigh. “It's going to be a year” Kimi's voice had taken on a sadder tone.

Ollie already knew what his friend was referring to, and hated to see him suffering and blaming himself on his own birthday. “The worst part of it all is that the green goblin is still out there and I don't know who he is.”

“Well, he hasn't reappeared since that day either” Ollie was right. The green goblin hadn't reappeared since Y/n died and it was something that made Kimi uneasy, always kept him on his toes. If he showed up again Spiderman would be ready to finally defeat him and not cause another misfortune.

“Anyway, tell me how it was at Woscorp, do you have to come back tomorrow?” Ollie changed the subject in an attempt to lighten the mood. Kimi looked up at him and smiled, it was a small, weak smile but visible enough for Ollie to see that Kimi was thanking him for talking about something else.

He was grateful to have Ollie as a friend, they understood each other and complemented each other. Kimi couldn't be himself without Ollie, and he couldn't be Spiderman without him either.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna.

Kimi arrived 15 minutes early at Worscop. He didn't want to be late and make a bad impression, plus he was excited to see the facility where he would start working next month.

“Kimi! what a surprise to see you so early.” Kimi turned around, surprised. Behind him was Toto Wolf with his typical smile. “I guess you're ready to start the tour” Kimi only nodded and followed him inside the building.

The company was huge and Kimi admired every detail like a little boy. The laboratories had the latest technologies and the company's inventions and new products looked promising. The building also had common places ideal for resting, these had a warmer and cozier design.

“I always like to save the best for last” Toto glanced sideways at Kimi who was gawking at some scientists discussing about a project while others were doing an experiment he had never seen in his life.

The two stopped at a metal door. Next to it was a glass window to see inside the room and a table with controls. “This is to my credit, I invented and built it, and it's finally finished.” Toto turned to look at Kimi. “Would you like to look inside and see what it does?” Kimi, without a second thought, nodded excitedly and entered the room. Toto stood outside at the controls.

The room was small and dark. All the walls, floor and ceiling were covered with what looked like identical machines, symmetrically placed. Wires were also visible and ran from the ceiling to the center of the floor. Kimi was fascinated and the curiosity he felt to see it all working was huge.

“Cool right?” Kimi heard Toto's voice through the speakers. He looked at Toto in the eyes and nodded, signaling that he could turn on the machine(s), that he was ready to see the room work. Toto just smirked.

The room began to light up and warm up at the same time. Kimi looked around in wonder. “Good luck Spiderman” Toto's words made him lock his gaze on him in seconds but the shock of the moment didn't let him react. In a second Kimi felt his body fall into the void and started to see everything black, until he didn't feel anything anymore.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna???

Kimi woke up in a small room. He sat up and looked around. White walls, a mirror and a bedside table with a bottle of water and his cell phone. A closet, with very few clothes, and a bed where he was sitting right now. He got up and approached the closet. There were only T-shirts with the Mercedes logo and many other sponsor’s logos. There were also two pairs of weird sneakers that he clearly wasn't going to wear to go outside to walk, but then what were they used for?

Kimi thought about his Spiderman suit, was he still wearing it? he separed his shirt a little from his body to see if he still had his suit on underneath. When he saw the red fabric he let out a sigh of relief.

Where was he at? Where had that machine teleported him to? How did Toto know he was Spiderman?

Kimi grabbed his cell phone and looked at the notifications. Missed calls and unread messages from his mother, from his father, from…, from Y/n. Y/n? It wasn't possible, she was dead. In four days it would be a year since her death. He himself embraced the lifeless body of his girlfriend.

Quickly Kimi unlocked his phone and called Y/n, he needed to hear her voice, to make sure it was real and not a bad joke.

On the third ring Y/n answered. "Kimi! You hadn't answered my calls and I was about to call you." Her voice was the same, she was alive, she was talking to him right now.

“Y/n?” his voice came out weak and nervous, he couldn't believe it.

“Yes. Are you okay Kimi? is something wrong? you sound strange” Y/n replied worriedly. Kimi not to alarm her only decided to continue the conversation. "Yes, yes… why did you call me?"

"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I won't go to the paddock because I have to attend the university, but I will try to finish the work I have pending so I can go on Saturday to the Qualy and on Sunday to the race." Paddock? race and qualy? Y/n was talking about Formula 1?

"Yeah, okay, no problem. I'll call you later, okay Y/n?" Kimi hung up the call and put the cell phone back on the nightstand. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was going on. He changed his clothes and put on his Mercedes T-shirt. If he was going to be there, whether for a short or long time, then he would have to act like he belonged there.

As he left the room and walked down the stairs he followed some people into what looked like a garage.“Ah Kimi! I thought you had fallen asleep, I was going to go wake you up now, in half an hour you have to go out on track.” Now kimi was even more confused. The gentleman who was talking to him looked like he knew him. He looked around. A formula one car, lots of screens and the typical headphones they use to listen to the radio.

Kimi was a big fan of formula one but he had never expected to be in that situation, as if in this universe he worked in it. Because he had assumed that, that he was in another universe, otherwise how would he explain that Y/n was alive then?

Thirty minutes later Kimi was inside the car with a special suit on and a helmet covering his entire head. As expected, he had set the worst time among the 20 drivers. If in his universe he had only driven his father's car, to practice for his driver's license, and had played the formula one video game on the playstation, how was he going to know how to drive a formula one out of nowhere? At least he didn't crash into any walls.

Kimi got out of the car as best as he could and took off his helmet. “Sorry guys, I'm having a bad day” The engineers understood Kimi but they were concerned. They needed the points and they needed both drivers to score and Kimi didn't look like he was even going to finish the race.

The Mercedes staff said goodbye to Kimi, encouraging him. They told him that tomorrow's free practice 3 and qualifying would probably go better for him, Kimi doubted it but he wasn't going to tell them anything either.

When he got back to the room, which he now understood to be his driver's room, he plopped down on the mattress. He picked up his cell phone and just then a Twitter notification popped up with the news that a building was on fire and that firefighters were trying to save as many people as possible.

Kimi jumped up and ran out of the paddock. In a corner he took off his clothes leaving only his spiderman suit and went in the direction of the burning building.

When he arrived at the building he saw people shouting from the balconies and firefighters helping, but they were too slow. A policeman who was otside the building approached Kimi “Hey kid, I don't know what game you're playing, but this is no time to come dressed up and get in the way.” That's when Kimi understood that in that universe they didn't have Spiderman either, everything was so different there.

Instead of leaving Kimi climbed up the building and pulled as many people out as posible, even faster than the firemen. An old woman approached him and asked him to go inside her house to look for her cat. Kimi did, he went inside the house. He risked his life to save a cat, because that's what Spiderman does. The apartment was full of smoke but there were not so many flames. Kimi saw the cat in a corner and picked it up. It was at that moment that he noticed a bomb placed on another corner, it looked like it was intentionally placed there. It was also the exact same bomb that had killed Y/n in his universe. There was no Spiderman here, but the fucking green goblin was, and it was going to be his turn to finish him off once and for all.

He got out with the cat before the bomb exploded and returned it to the lady. Seconds later the bomb exploded and that whole part of the building was destroyed. Kimi looked to the side and saw a figure flying away. “Son of a bitch” Kimi went running towards the goblin, waddling in his webs. Spiderman and the green goblin came face to face again on the roof of another building.

“What a surprise Spiderman” The green goblin was trying to unnerve Kimi. On the other hand Kimi's anger was growing. This was his chance, he just had to finish him off right there.

The two started to fight each other, a melee battle. Kimi ended up immobilized by the goblin, his body was full of wounds and blows. “You are weak against me, Spiderman” and with those words the goblin flew away, leaving Kimi there, desperate and angry. Again, another fucking time he had defeated him and he had taken off.

He didn't know why he was doing this, maybe out of habit after the promise he made her in his universe, or maybe to feel better after what had just happened. He leaned against the window and tapped on it. The window opened without warning and Kimi fell into the room. He let out a sound of pain and looked up. Y/n was shocked, confused, she didn't know what was going on. Who was the lunatic in spiderman costume that had fallen inside her room?

“I'm fine” Kimi's voice was weak, he was tired after the fight. Y/n helped him up, sat him on her bed and left the room. Then she came back with a first aid kit to heal his wounds.

Y/n sat in front of Kimi. “Who are you?” Kimi didn't want to tell her, he didn't want to make the same mistake as in his universe. Telling her that he was spiderman would lead to her death. He didn't want that, not again.

“It doesn't matter” Kimi downplayed it and looked down. Y/n only frowned.

“It does matter” she snapped back at him. “I'd like to know who's in my room right now, I don't feel like having a crazy person in front of me, because at the moment you meet all the requirements for being a crazy person.” Kimi sighed and lifted his head slightly, giving Y/n access to remove his mask. Y/n carefully removed it until it reached his nose. She didn't remove it all the way and left it there. She didn't need any more, she already knew who he was. She opened the first aid kit and began to clean his wounds. “You're crazy” she whispered, Kimi only let out a little laugh.

It didn't seem real to him. He had Y/n in front of him, after so long they were together again. Y/n's reaction this time to his identity had been much calmer than in the other universe. She hadn't seen his full face yet but she already knew who he was and was calmly cleaning his wounds. “Only you could come up with the idea of dressing up as a character from a comic book and sneaking into a burning building to save people” Kimi only let out whimpers from the stinging he felt as Y/n cleaned his wounds. He had already realized that there was no Spiderman in that universe, but he didn't expect him to be a fictional character. No wonder people had treated him like a crazy person when he appeared in the burning building.

Once Y/n finished cleaning his wounds she put everything away in the first aid kit and left it on the floor. She stood there, looking at him, and cradled his face with her hands. “But you're my favorite crazy person” Y/n whispered those words against Kimi's lips and the only thing he could do was smile. Their lips connected and Kimi felt like the happiest man in the world. How he had longed to kiss her again, to touch her again. He had missed her so much. They broke apart for a second, Y/n pulled his mask off completely and kissed him again. They were kissing as if it was the last time they where going to kiss each other, and deep inside kimi he knew that that might be the case.

Monday, August 25, 2025. Bologna but in the universe where he is a F1 driver.

His weekend as a Formula 1 driver had not been successful. He was last in qualifying and failed to finish the race. Luckily Y/n was there to support him.

The green goblin had not reappeared. He also discovered that his boss in this universe was Toto Wolff. The person who had brought him to this universe, who knew he was spiderman, is also here, in this universe. Kimi suspected that he was the green goblin, but had no proof to confirm it.

Today was his birthday and Y/n had insisted on making a special plan. They were walking down a street with very few people, on the suburbs of the city so Kimi could have privacy. Celebrity life was stressful for him and he was still not used to it. Suddenly Kimi stopped in his tracks and Y/n who was holding his hand looked at him with a confused expression. “Are you okay?” Y/n asked, but Kimi just looked around, until he saw smoke coming out of a factory. “Y/n go home.” It was an order, and if Y/n didn't obey it he would take her home himself, he would not put her in danger again.

“I'm not going home, I'm going to stay with you.” Y/n had already decided, she would not leave Kimi alone. “Yes you're going to leave and we're not going to discuss it Y/n” she, instead of answering him, started running in the direction of the factory. Kimi followed behind. “Y/n please go home” Y/n turned around, looked into his eyes and replied. “Together or nothing” And that's when Kimi realized what day it was and the situation they were in.

No matter what universe they were in, it was always going to end the same. It was the same scenario as a year ago in his own universe and he knew that even if he tried to do anything to change the fate, it was going to be in vain and Y/n was going to end up dead. Because his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. Because the love Y/n felt for Kimi was just as strong as the love he felt for her, and if Kimi was willing to sacrifice himself for her Y/n was willing to sacrifice herself for him too, and that's what was going to happen.

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The Swan, the Rose, and the Sun. (p2)

Click here for: Part one

🫶🏻Pairing: Y/n reader, Carlos Sainz Jr, Charles Leclerc.

🏰Genre: Fantasy, War, Game of Fantasy thrones setting, casual flirting, MxMxF, Poly relationship.

📎 Notes: This is part two of this series. I knooow the smut is still not there but I am a HUGE fan of fluff and angst. 😭❤️Speaking of fluff, on an unrelated note, if you guys like Gay fluff type of manga, you should read “This fluffy love” by Papadamn Arts. 🫡This is what got me into fluff. Smut is not my expertise, but I will deliver, I promiseee🙂‍↕️😌Will try to deliver asap! For now, enjoy pookies💞

The heat of Dorne did not cling — it pressed.

Even the marble breathed warmth beneath her feet as the Swan of Silverhold was led past the still fountains and orange trees heavy with fruit. This was her first time in Sunspear, all those stories about the realm her nana told her and her cousins were unfolding in front of her own [your preferred eye color] eyes.

She wanted parley. An alliance.

Her goal was to negotiate the chances of survival for her people. Dorne invited — with silk, wine, and promises too sweet to be sincere. The tall wood and bronze covered doors of the solar creaked open, and her gaze was already sharp before she stepped inside. Two men were already there.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐

The first was sunlight trapped the noblility of Highgarden: sun kissed ember curls — perfect in place despite the travel, and skin fairer than most in Dorne. His eyes were a stormy green, calculating and moving, looking at you like a battlefield. His ceremonial polished armor caught the sun at every angle — embossed with curling roses and subtle thorns, with a cloak of dark forest green spilled down one of his shoulders, fastened with a golden clasp shaped like a blooming bud.

He turned as she entered, polite but calculating. He bowed — too perfect. Too rehearsed. Too restraint in every move he made, controlled breath, measured glance. Even his bow felt like a performance carved by generations of diplomacy.

His hands were clasped in front like he was born to stand beside thrones. Charles.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 ⁺₊⋆ 🌞 ⋆⁺₊

The second lounged by the window similar to a cat, like it was his right to own the view. He wasn’t dressed for politics, not truly — his silky tunic was unbuttoned just enough to be scandalous in any other court. His body was all lean muscle and lazy grace — not the sculpted discipline of a knight, but the fluid, agile strength of someone used to fighting in the scorching sun and sand. His bronze skin gleamed through the unbuttoned tunic.

His eyes were deep brown, nearly black — impossible for anyone to read. His hair fell in unruly curls that refused to be tamed, even by royal expectation. A single ring glinted on his index finger — a sun and spear etched onto the ruby, the very symbol of Dorne.

He didn’t stand. He watched, one leg over the other, arms resting with infuriating ease, as if he had all the time in the world.

Amused. Alert. Interested. Showing a slight notion that he was dangerous if crossed with.

He didn’t bow. He grinned. Carlos.

When crowns crack and kingdoms burn, alliances aren’t forged in thrones or temples — They’re forged at tables, with steel in words and poison in smiles.

You’re not supposed to be distracted, however, you also knew that it was impossible to ignore the attractive energy that radiated from them as well.

No one spoke.

Not yet.

The room smelled of citrus and tension.

“Peace,” Charles says, “can be grown like a garden. But not if the soil is blood - soaked.”

“You’d grow flowers while the realm burns?” Carlos takes a pause, “Some things must burn before they can bloom.”

You’re caught in the middle — literally and figuratively. Your seat is between them at the carved table, and every word exchanged here flows through you like the current of something much deeper than politics.

Carlos tilted his head. “So. This is the swan.”

Charles gave a low hum, barely glancing at him. “She has a name, Carlos.”

You fixed your posture, voice cool and clipped like the breeze from the sea cliffs back home, “I’m not here for compliments. Or posturing. I’m here to decide the fate of my people.”

That paused the room. Even the Gods, if they were listening, said nothing. This wasn’t silence — silence would have been polite. This was stillness, like a blade held at the throat.

Carlos straightened lazily from his seat. “Strong words for someone whose house is flanked by fire to the eat and wolves to the north.”

Your jaw tensed, but you didn’t break. You hadn’t crossed burning coasts and bloodied roads to flinch now, in front of these two.

“My house is not cornered. We are checking. We’ve survived two pretenders and one king’s false ambition. I’d rather not survive a fourth.”

Carlos poured himself another glass of Dornish red. “I must say, it’s flattering. The Reach and Silverhold, both knocking at my gates. I haven’t felt so desired since my nameday.”

“You didn’t mention you’d be here,” Charles asked you.

“And you didn’t mention you’d beat me to it,” you replied.

It wasn’t anger between you and— it was understanding. Two players on opposite sides of the same board.

Carlos tilted his head. “So that’s what this is. Not rivals, but suitors.”

Your voice was steady. “I came to offer alliance.”

Charles added, low but firm, “As did I.”

Carlos let out a soft chuckle. “And here I was, thinking I’d have to beg the southern lords to remember Dorne exists. Instead, I get two power-starved heirs and not enough wine.”

You take a breath, “Say what you like, Prince Martell. But you know what’s coming. The north bleeds. The crown is in chaos. Storm’s End has closed its gates. The war will stretch, and only those who choose their allies wisely will outlast it.”

Charles followed, “The Reach is not weak. But we are surrounded. You’ve seen what happens to houses who stand alone.”

Carlos looked between you both. One silver-winged, the other robed in green and gold. Both trying not to seem desperate.

The tension was no longer subtle.

“I should charge admission for this,” he said. “Watching the Swan and the Rose attempt diplomacy is better than any duel.”

You stepped toward the table, placing a single scroll down.

“My terms. In ink, not flattery.”

Charles did the same, deliberately setting his beside yours.

Carlos didn’t touch either. He only leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Secrets taste better in the sun.

Carlos hadn’t moved from his seat. But his fingers drummed lazily on the rim of his wine cup. “I do appreciate the effort,” he said casually. “All this talk of unity”, he took a pause. He glanced at the scrolls. “But I already know what you came here for, Swan.”

You stiffened.

Charles’s gaze flicked to you, confused but sharp.

“Not the alliance. Not entirely,” Carlos continued.

His voice was soft now. Almost kind.

“I heard you left Silverhold in the dead of night. With only three guards and no banners.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t — not without confirming what he already knew.

He went on, unhurried. “I heard that you were promised to a nobleman twice your age, by your brother-king, to a man with a reputation with wives who die in unexpected circumstances. A brute with more gold than teeth.”

Charles’s expression changed.

Carlos finally stood. Not in threat, but in something more dangerous —intimacy.

He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. His eyes never left yours.

“And I heard you ran,” he said, barely above a whisper. “For some air,” he softly chuckled.

Silence thickened.

“I have spies too, little swan,” he added with a grin. “You’d be surprised what the birds sing for me.”

You turned your gaze back to the table, spine straight.

“To be honest with you, running from a wedding is much more exciting than attending one,” he added.

He picked up one of the scrolls.

Charles finally stepped forward. “You’re using her situation as leverage.”

Carlos smiled without looking up. “No, Ser Tyrell. I’m using truth. You should try it sometime.”

He took a pause again. “And I thought the swan would be the one hiding things,” he mused. “But the Rose is full of petals no one dares to pull back.”

Charles didn’t blink, but his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

Carlos smiled, all innocence. “Relax, Ser Charles. Dorne is not the Reach. We don’t wilt at the thought that a man might favor other things more than silk and perfume.”

You looked between them in confusion. Maybe Charles also had a secret like yours.

Charles’s tone was clipped. “Whatever you think you know, keep it to yourself, Martell”

Carlos turned towards you now.

“Don’t worry, little swan, you are welcome to stay at Dorne for as long as you like.”

Carlos drained the last of his wine and clapped his hand once.

“I think that’s enough diplomacy for one afternoon”, his voice was light as the Dorne silk, “The sun is softening, the wine is running dry, and I can’t keep entertaining two northern birds without giving them proper Dorne hospitality.”

Two Dornish servants appeared from the archway, silent as shadows. Carlos gave them a nod without looking back. “See to our guests are given separate quarters. I don’t want them drawing swords or secrets under one roof.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “Concerned we might duel?”

“No,” he said smoothly. “I’m concerned some things might be said in the dark that can’t be unsaid by dawn.’

You felt Charles stiffen next to you.

Carlos finally turned to face him, eyes glittering with quiet amusement.

“But don’t worry, Rose Prince. Your room has an excellent view of the sea. Should you feel like… reflecting.”

Charles’s jaw set, sharp and silent.

Carlos turned back to you and offered a half-bow — mocking or not, you couldn’t tell.

“And you, little swan —try not to fly away in the night again.”

The sound of sandals on mosiac tiles echoed as the servants moved ahead, guiding you and Charles down opposite corridors. You heard Carlos’s voice behind you, “Don’t worry, I’ll have them looked over while you settle in.”

You glances back. He was still there, eyes sharp, already stripping your plans bare.

Charles didn’t look at him. But his fist tightened at his side.

to be continued…

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lando norris ── .✦

the tension is so bad the walls feel it he walks around shirtless and acts casual, but glances at you every 2 seconds late-night Mario Kart turns into knees touching on the couch he says something dumb like

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oscar piastri ── .✦

painfully quiet yearning he watches you pour cereal in the morning and thinks “i could marry them” but says nothing accidentally brushes your hand when you both reach for the same mug and it’s like

“oh. oh no. oh no i like them too much.” writes it all out in the Notes app and never sends it

charles leclerc ── .✦

you touch his shoulder once in the hallway and he thinks about it for 6 days calls his mom like

“maman… i’m going to die here.” he leaves little pastries on your side of the counter gets irrationally jealous when someone flirts with you at a party crashes on the couch after one too many drinks and whispers “i love you. wait—forget that.” (you don’t.)

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carlos sainz ── .✦

acts so confident but is literally a mess inside always brushing past you in the kitchen like

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daniel ricciardo ── .✦

flirty. way too flirty. but the second you flirt back?? his whole body malfunctions calls you “roomie” with the most ridiculous smirk, then stares at your lips writes “D+Y 4EVER” as a joke on the fridge whiteboard and erases it the next day one night, after brushing teeth side by side, he whispers

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gabriel bortoleto ── .✦

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franco colapinto ── .✦

has a playlist titled “they’ll never know” steals your blanket “accidentally” accidentally calls you “babe” and pretends it didn’t happen you fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie and he does not. move. a. muscle.

“you good?” “...no.”

max verstappen ── .✦

he feels it. you feel it. no one says anything but everything is heavy — standing too close in the kitchen, his hoodie on your bedroom chair, the way he opens the door for you like you’re delicate sits next to you on the couch with exactly one inch between you thinks about closing that space every single day

“i’m not gonna ruin this unless i’m sure.” but he’s sure. he just doesn’t know if you are

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