First off, thank you for nearly 3k views holy shit. Second, I am so sorry this took so long for me to write lmao. This has been sitting in my drafts since I started this damn one shot collection, and I just started writing it like...a month ago? No, that's a lie. I started writing it literally in January but never got past the first paragraph. ANYWAY, a little explanation of as to why I haven't published (other than me just being fucking lazy). I watched a few episodes of criminal minds and remembered that I also kinda like men (specifically Aaron Hotchner bc this man has had me in a chokehold for 5 fucking years) and I fell into a very very deep hole of hotch fan fics. I also kinda went back into my Lady Dimitrescu phase, well not back bc my ass never fell out of it, the phase just got...bigger? (It is taking everything in me to not make a boob joke.)
Sooo, might be writing a one shot about her soon bc I literally love her. uhmm...moving on. Okay, the next one will either be "I Fked Yr Mom" with Narcissa or possibly "The Red Mean I Love You" with Bellatrix? idk I feel like writing a psychotic killer love story type of one shot.
Anyway, hope you enjoy. Also, this explanation is literally everywhere but I am like, so unbelievably tired, but not the tired that makes it easy to sleep, so im running on an entire pot of coffee, and am currently also listening to a playlist that just fucking makes me feral. I digress. WAIT NO, that reminds me that my spotify is linked in my bio now, and if your interested you can check it out. There's also a playlist for this book, so maybe you'll get an idea for my next one shots, who knows. Well, this one shot is inspired by the song "When Im Loving You" by Yianna. Im literally obsessed with this song. Okay, now im done.
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Laying in bed, one that I may add seems way too big, but is comfortable nonetheless, I can hear the storm getting stronger outside of a luxury hotel in California. Although the wind is harsh, the branches striking the windows, raindrops mercilessly falling against the roof and the ground, I don't think I have ever felt this at peace. At least not in a long while.
About a two years ago I began working in Buckingham Palace as a maid. It wasn't necessarily the best job, or one I wanted, but it was good enough. During that time, I was around Princess Margaret more than I thought I would be. I don't think anyone could deny how beautiful she was, or rather still is. I did always have acrush on her, though I denied them for the longgest time seeing as she was a royal, and I was just, well me I suppose. But of course, my eyes were always drawn to her whenever she walked into the room.
Margaret was used to this reaction, and oh how she loved it. Attention is what she thrived off of, but somehow when she felt my eyes on her, it made her heart race. Not in the "this woman scares the hell out of me," way, but rather the way she used to feel around her husband Tony. It caught her off guard seeing as she hasn't felt that way in quite a while.
